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iguana-eyanna · 5 months

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To Be Something More

Pairing: Shayne Topp x fem!reader

Summary: This isn't your regular movie night with Shayne.

Requested by @winifrede . This was fun to write!

"Pride and Prejudice?"

"No, watched that with Jackie."

"Mr. and Mrs. Smiths?"

"Really?"

"Hey, it's still a good movie."

"Yeah, from old fossils like you"

Shayne gasped dramatically as he grabbed his chest.

"That is just hurtful and you know that."

"Oh please, nothing can penetrate those muscles you have." You said, popping some popcorn in your mouth.

It was your annual movie night with Shayne at your place. (You tease how he has such a small place for a big man and he blushes at times when you call him that.) Now as you scrolled down Netflix, it seemed as if you went through the entire collection of films.

You suddenly get a ping off your phone and you look down at it, chuckling.

"What?" Shayne asks, curiously.

"Ah it's nothing."

"C'mon, I wanna see." Shayne whined.

"Dude, get a grip." You said, pulling your phone away from his view.

Not even a millisecond, Shayne jumped on top of you, trying to reach your phone as he tickled your waist.

"What - the - hell?" You gasped, laughing uncontrollably, feeling as you're losing the gip on your phone.

Shayne finally reached out and finally caught it, staring at your screen.

"Now let's see why you're so secretive."

He inspects and sees that it's a video on YouTube, but specifically a video they just published online for Smosh. Shayne and Damien were supposed to shoot a cooking video and have the Mythical Kitchen Chefs test your food.

Damien got a cold, so you filled in as Shayne's competition. The entire video was just you bickering back and forth about who made better cookies.

"How was filming with the Try Guys baking competitions compared to this?" Shayne asked Josh who was off camera. "Actually, pretty chaotic here than their studio." You laugh as you knead your dough. "Yeah, you viewers are lucky you don't have to be fed up with this guy. When Shayne and I bake, he's so technical with the measurements, that he bought a food scale for my birthday." You said. "So we can both use it!" Shayne yelled out. Shayne looks at the camera, pausing his mixing. "If you saw how she bakes at home, you'd understand my frustration. Look at her now!" Your side of the kitchen was messier compared to Shayne's, making you frustrated. "You know, when the judges eat mine, it'll taste like love. Yours will taste like stale protein shakes." You said as he was also using that as an ingredient. "Oh yeah? Why don't you come over here and prove it." He said, taking a spoon of peanut butter and trying to flick it in your bowl. "No means don’t even try." You said as Shayne tried to sabotage your recipe. "It looks like you could use more - flour." Shayne said, throwing a fistful of all-purpose flour all over your arm. "That's it. No more playing nice." You replied, throwing some marshmallows at him as he tried deflecting it. You two went at it for a couple of minutes till Shayne lifted you in the air and threw you on his shoulder. Both of you were in hysterics.

The editing team had to reduce the food fight to manage the video better, but the full fight was posted later, gaining more traction with viewers. Shayne and you gained a good amount of new followers the following day.

Shayne scrolled down and saw the comments, knitting his eyebrows.

is it me or - no, no one sees this but me? okay 👀

I will go FERRAL if this is platonic because that's just robbing us 😤🫠

I want Shayne to lift me in the air like that 😭🥵

"These comments are very..."

"Colorful? You should see the fan edits."

"You've watched them?" Shayne said looking down at you.

"Yeah, they've been all over my fyp on TikTok."

Shayne chuckles as you later joined in the laughter till it dies.

"Hey, Shayne?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still on top of me."

"Oh, sorry." He quickly said, sitting up.

You shimmy upward and stole your phone back from him.

"C'mon, I think it's more entertaining to watch these compared to whatever's on TV."

So all night, you and Shayne were comparing fan edits on your couch.

"Here, look at this one." Shayne said, lifting his phone to your face. It was the infamous Keanu Reeves TikTok where he's crying while sipping wine and wearing headphones. The caption read 'give up all your money or have Shayne & you as canon'

"Nope, mine's better." You said, showing Shayne a compilation of you two titled 'Shayne Topp Shooting His Shot.'

"Wow, they said I tried flirting with you 39 times?" Shayne asked.

"That's only from this month's videos." You said.

"Well, you're also flirting back at me." He said, knowing he's just getting under your skin

"Please, you’re the one always stirring the pot.” You said, leaning forward to him as you crossed your arms

“Oh I’ll show you pot stirring” Shayne said in a matter a fact voice, inching closer to your face. You flutter your eyes as his direct his gaze to your lips. And in a moment, Shayne found his hands back to your waist as he kissed you.

Your face began to heat up and your thoughts became haywired. But all you could do is deepen the kiss as you tangled your fingers through his hair. Soon enough, you found yourself climbing on top of his lap as you didn't draw a breath till you pulled away.

You two stare at each other in bewilderment.

"Wow" Shayne whispered.

"You know, you're not as bad of a kisser as I thought you'd be."

"You thought of us kissing?" He asks, softly.

"From time to time. How about you?" You said, not knowing his true feelings.

"I um, I think about us... a lot."

"Really?" Your heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah I mean, you make me laugh the most when we shoot videos and when you're the only one who actually listens to my workout regime-"

"I know how much you like to brag," You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

"-but you take the time to listen. And when we hang out like this, I wouldn't trade it for anything else."

You slowly wrap your hands behind his neck as you look at him lovingly.

"So, what are we going to do now?"

"I want us to be something more if you want to."

You nod your head softly as you place your hand on his cheek.

"Wouldn't have anyone else, Shayne."

Shayne gives a breath of release and smiles at you, beaming with so much joy. You two kiss again, later connecting your foreheads together feeling this fluttering sensations you never felt before.

Later, you find yourself in Shayne's arms as you cuddle under a blanket as you watch 10 Things I Hate About You, as you finally get to end your movie night right.

In more ways than you can imagine.

#shayne x you #shayne x reader #shayne topp #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp smosh #smosh fanfic #fanifiction smosh #smosh shayne #smosh pit

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capitalisticveins · 8 months

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Gavin and Guy (separate) HCs!

Reward for @free-boundsoul winning. These are my first headcanons back (this is a lie I have Solaire clan hcs i just dont know when I wanna post them) after a while of not writing so I hope these are up to standards, enjoy!

Guy once BEGGED Honey to buy tickets to see Wicked. Their job pays better than his (like infinitely better) so he couldn’t afford them. After like a week or two they caved and bought a single ticket for him.

He complained about it saying he wanted his “honey bunny booboo bear” with him and after another week of whining they caved again and bought another.

Gavin can’t stand citrus fruit but makes sure to buy some whenever he goes grocery shopping because Freelancer likes them

Gavin prefers games that are either straightforward or rocky with the meaning being unclear, no inbetween at all.

Gavin can pole dance and unlike Damien it is for sexual intentions. Only reason Freelancer doesn’t know is because they don’t own a pole.

Guy has met every character in the cast with the only exception being Caelum, Scorpius, Cicirnus, and Quinn

Yes, even Brachium. He died for like a solid 5 minutes once.

Gavin was egotistical as FUCK when he first coalesced. He thought he was just automatically better than everyone else and that’s why his relationship with Ophiuchus is non-existent

Guy has a fanclub he doesn’t know about, and Honey is the vice president of it

Guy, Geordi, and Ollie are all online friends. Guy and Geordi do know each other irl but they haven’t met Ollie

Gavin used to be teased for his long name, it’s part of the reason his name is so short now

Guy and Gavin are THE most flexible characters in the cast no I will not take any criticism at this time

Contrary to popular belief, Guy isn’t a big fan of pizza. On the rare occasion he does eat pizza though it’s New York Style

Gavin spent at least 5 hours on the internet looking for the perfect name for him when he decided to change it.

One of the many reasons Gavin doesn’t like Ophiuchus is because they keep calling him “Vindemiator” despite him saying he goes by “Gavin” now.

Guy owns a Miku binder ironically

Guy used to have those little fuzzy mohawks as a kid until he decided to get a buzz cut when he was 13 and grew it out ever since

Guy had his first tooth kicked out in a McDonalds play place

Gavin is actually pretty good at “Golf With Your Friends” after Freelancer finally got him to sit down and pay attention.

Gavin owns THREE mermaid dresses

Guy can play the drums…he just feels like a drum guy

Guy is like…..wayyyyy too interested in the Hunting Adeline and Haunting Adeline. He doesn’t LIKE the books but he just…can’t put them down.

Neither can Honey

Gavin unironically listens to CupcakKe

Due to….habits… and him being a demon, Gavin can fit 50 marshmallows in his mouth. He doesn’t know this but Huxley would be the reason he found this out

His name was supposed to be a joke his mom made but Guy’s dad misinterpreted her intentions and told the doctor they wanted Guy to be named “Guy” with no further questions. Guy is putting him in the nursing home for this.

He was bullied relentlessly* for this in elementary and middle school

Gavin scams kids on roblox for fun

Guy was one of these “kids” (This happened last week he completely trusted Gavin because Gavin said “trust me”)

Both Gavin and Guy like to think they can win a staring contest by closing their eyes and not opening them because “technically it’s not blinking”

Freelancer likes to let Gavin thinks he won but Honey just slaps the shit out of Guy and says “YOU HAVE TO FUCKING STARE”

*by “bullied relentlessly” he means “being asked why he was named Guy every week" with no malicious intent whatsoever

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted guy #redacted honey

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forpiratereasons · 11 months

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meeting stede bonnet

a slow meandering through June. fourth prompt: rainbows!

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10

“The fuck is that?”

Rough start to the morning, if Iz was in this early. Ed didn’t look up from the drawing he was fiddling with: an ice cream cone, couple of sprinkles. Cherry on top. He hadn’t done this sort of thing since his apprenticeship.

“Had lunch with a guy yesterday,” Ed said. “Reminded me of an ice cream.”

Izzy frowned. “Not your usual style.”

That was probably the nicest thing Izzy was physically capable of saying about it. Ed ignored him, picked a turquoise from his palette. Thought of the ring Stede had been wearing. Big ring, big hands. Broad shoulders. Built like a fridge.

Ed wanted to open him up. Rummage around inside, a bit. See what else was in there.

“Thought I might do a little flash sheet,” he mused. “Something for Pride, maybe. Summer vibes.”

Izzy snorted. “You’re a bit beyond that, don’t you think? People don’t come to Blackbeard for little rainbows and smiley faces.”

No, they didn’t. Mostly they came to see Blackbeard for blackwork: sprawling geometrics, florals cut from endless blackouts, abstract patterns sweeping over skin like laying down lace. It wasn’t tā moko like Ed had set out to do, it wasn’t even usually kirituhi—but it was something. It had made his name.

It had made his name so well, in fact, he hadn’t done flash in years.

But the progress pin Stede had been wearing stuck in Ed’s head, and he was suddenly itching to create something, to transform it. He’d whipped out a dozen designs overnight: old school flags and diamonds, winged hearts and roses. Even a fucking unicorn.

Anything that could be filled in with pride. With colour.

After twenty years in Blackbeard’s black lines, black fills, Ed was aching for colour. Pinks and blues and purples, deep emeralds, rich indigos. Soft oranges and brilliant aquas and slashes of red. All of it.

The whole goddamn rainbow.

“Maybe I want to do little rainbows and smiley faces for a bit,” Ed shrugged. “Change of pace, Iz.”

Izzy wasn’t big on changes of pace. Izzy changed paces at around the same speed as a fish trying to grow legs and fund a retirement plan.

Stede, though.

Stede had a bookshop that Ed knew had only opened a couple of months ago, a tan line on his fourth ring finger, and a penchant for fiddling with the pin on his chest, like he was checking that it was still there. He talked about his life like it had only just started a month ago; he’d changed paces so fucking fast, it seemed, he’d left the whole fucking road behind.

Like it was that easy. Like you could just do that: change everything.

Izzy snorted, fucked off to the front desk. “Have you got that geometric done for tomorrow? Client’s in at ten.”

No. Not even half the draft. Boring as hell. “Yeah.”

Turquoise ice creams weren’t boring. Ed tried to think what flavour that might be as he deepened the shadows on the twist, laying colour down in waves: blue raspberry, probably, or cotton candy. Bubble-gum.

Could be anything, the Stede in Ed’s head chimed in. Marshmallow. Almond. Just vanilla. Did you know—

Ed didn’t know, so he couldn’t think of what Stede might say, but he was pretty sure Stede’d have something. Stede had a lot of something to say. Ed had only gotten three hours worth, sitting on that bench by the water and eating hot dogs, but he felt like he could’ve spent three days, and when Stede noticed the time Ed had caught him by the hand and said, d’you wanna do something weird? before whispering a question into Stede’s ear.

I’ve never, Stede had stuttered.

First time for everything, Ed had assured him, and Stede had turned pink, turned red.

Said, yes.

Ed had kissed him. Three hours that should’ve been three days, and Ed had kissed him, brief and chaste, just at the corner of his mouth. Kissed him, and split away, laughing, said goodbye in front of the arcade and all its flashing lights.

First time for everything, Ed had said, but he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

“Hey, Iz,” Ed said, picking out a pink, a red, for the cherry. “What’s a good spot for a first date?”

#darcy writes pirates #ofmd #gentlebeard

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clownprincehoeshi · 1 month

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Parallel Hearts - Chapter 7

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. But it seems that the universe really loves you this time. Will Jeon Jungkook notice you?

Pairing: fem reader x ?idol

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Warnings: for all chapters-Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Stalking-Harrassment-Cheating-Death mentions Minors don’t interact!

Word count: 5637

Previous chapter

Masterlist

After a few weeks away from your new home in Seoul, coming back broke your heart a little more. Because it reminded you of Mingyu and you still had feelings for him. Just whishing to make the feelings go away it won’t do anything.

Of course you had thoughts about you maybe rushing into breaking up and not believing in him enough. But he had a reputation and you saw with your own eyes. Also, Jun told you he doesn’t think Mingyu did anything that night, because he knew the guy loved you.

Loved? Does he still love you? Did he ever love you? Would you give him a chance?

You really don’t know, and all this thinking gives you a headache. Better think about something else, or even better, find something to do to keep your mind away from him. So you decide to make today a day for yourself. You will go on a date with yourself, a walk, some ice cream, maybe a movie.

So you take a nice shower, put all the lotions of the world all over your body, put a great outfit with a cute makeup and go for a walk.

The November air is pretty cold and you like to feel warm, so you opted for an oversized coat and a fluffy beanie. Also, a mask, because you can’t stand cold air coming into your nose and mouth. Trees are almost bald at this time, the scene might look sad and creepy, but somehow it’s a feeling of freedom.

Everyone should take themselves on a date from time to time, you think. You don’t know why when it’s almost zero Celsius outside, you crave ice cream. Is it because Mingyu used to bring you some all the time and you would cuddle on your couch, eating a whole bowl together?

Memories like that keep sneaking up on you. Every little thing reminds you of him, that’s how your brain works. It was the same after every major breakup you had. It’s normal to get attached to someone and after they’re gone, your mind still goes to them and connects dots.

A cute fancy cake place catches your eye and decide to enter and chose whatever you like. Something with marshmallow and strawberries. Feels nice to sit on a window table, eating your cake in peace, looking at the people walking on the sidewalk.

You remind yourself to workout more, maybe drag Hana to a local gym 3 times a week. Even going on long walks it’s really good for the mind and body, you always loved to walk and observe the city.

Hmmm, I wanna go out and have fun tonight, should call Hana.

Hana: Wifey, hiiii!

Y/N: Should we go out tonight and dance?

Hana: Hell yeah!

Y/N: Ok, then I’m going to the cinema in a little while then going to head home and get ready.

Hana: Who you’re going with? Date?

Y/N: Date with myself, yes. I really need to take my mind of everything that happened lately. I know I just came back from my vacation, but here, everything reminds me of him.

Hana: Wifey, you need some fun in your life. More than usual.

Y/N: I don’t know, not really in the mood for going out. I would just sit on a chair and zone out, and people would just come bother me with stupid questions.

Hana: Ok, then maybe something more quiet, like dinner and hanging out? You could invite Jun too and I don’t know…

Y/N: Girl. Do you like Jun?

Hana: Haha, look at the time. See you later at your place, I’ll bring food and drinks. Byyeee!

She always does this when she’s caught. She’s so ridiculous. But she’s right, I should do more fun stuff.

After texting Jun about tonight’s plans, you walked home. On the way, you stopped at the supermarket to get your favourite snacks.

As soon as you’re close to your complex building, a text comes up on your phone screen.

Unknown number: You look pretty today, but pretty girls shouldn’t walk alone all day.

Trying to remain calm, you pretend the text didn’t phase you, you put it in your pocket and walk a little faster. You look around to see if you’re being followed but now that you’re thinking about it, everyone looks suspicious.

Getting inside your building never felt safer. You ask the security at the front door if anyone asked about you and they say no.

You hurry to get inside your apartment and immediately call Hana. She doesn’t pick up. You call Jun. no answer, he’s probably really busy. Your mind starts to go places and you even contemplate about calling Mingyu.

Ugghh, I’m just sick of this shit!! Why are they doing this? It’s probably stupid Jungkook again. I should be more careful from now on about my surroundings, I never am. I’m so dumb sometimes.

Managing to calm yourself down after a while, you need to unwind some of this pent up frustration, so the best solution for now is going to the gym. Some boxing will sure help. Even at the private gym in your building, you keep an eye on every single guy that’s in your line of vision. Nobody is to be trusted.

30 minutes hitting the boxing bag, already feeling better, then some heavy weighting to end. Feeling like a brand new person. Now it’s time to get back to your apartment, take a hot shower and get thing ready for the little get together with your friends.

It’s 8 PM and Hana and Jun are at your place, eating some Mexican food and talking.

Y/N: Guys, I think I am being followed again.

Jun: What??? Who’s following you?

Hana: It’s fucking JK again? I swear to God, I’ll kick his balls!

Y/N: I don’t know, it might be him. Or I might have another stalker.

Jun: Girl, wouldn’t it be a good idea if you told Mingyu about this? He might be able to help, especially if it’s concerning Jungkook.

Y/N: Ugh, I don’t wanna talk to him though. I am not ready to hear from him or see him.

Hana: Please be careful when you’re on the street, when you’re walking into your building, in the elevator, even when you’re about to open your door. Who knows… I’ve seen and heard a lot of crazy stories.

Jun: Can you promise me something? If things like this happen again, please let Mingyu know. I know he still cares about you and would do anything for you.

Hana: How do you know that?

Jun: We talk, we’re besties. He knows we hang out and he always asks about you, if you’re ok, if you’re sleeping, eating, if you’re sad or lonely. Maybe with time you two can talk about what happened, fix things between you and even be friends.

Y/N: I don’t know, really. If I didn’t have this much shitty history with exes, maybe I’d give him a chance to explain. But I’m just so tired, you know. Just tired. I’m still not over him, but I can’t keep let men lie and cheat. Even if he didn’t cheat, I won’t allow my partner get into that type of situations where they make me doubt them and look like a fool.

Jun: I think you just need to do things in your own pace, nothing more. I’m sure he will wait for you to heal.

You feel so emotional that tears start running down your face, because you really feel loved right now. You have two good friends that are ready to throw hands for you. They both rush to hug you and they hold you like that for minutes, until sobs start to disappear.

The rest of the evening, they make you sit on the couch between them, holding your hands while watching your favourite funny movie, The Grinch.

Hana: Want us to sleep over? We can make a huge bed in the living room and sleep here all three.

You just nod and cuddle into them more.

Y/N: I’m so lucky to have you both. And thank you, Jun, for being genuinely my friend and not having hidden intentions. I feel like so far, all the men in my life that acted as friend had other intentions. So thanks, you’re a real one!

Next morning, Jun left for work early and both you and Hana got ready for office together. You gave her some of your clothes to wear.

Hana: I’ll drive you home after work today, and I’ll be doing that for a while, to make sure you’re not followed.

Y/N: I’d usually say no, but I am actually a little concerned. So thanks, it means a lot. And you know I’d do anything for you too.

Hana: Love you!

Y/N: Love you too!

Today there’s a shoot for Jongga, and you didn’t bother asking who amongst the Seventeen members will be in it. You just knew one of them is the new ambassador for the company.

When you walked into the studio, you saw the staff doing their jobs. Some was sitting on the chair, having his makeup done. Couldn’t see his face, but you were sure it wasn’t Mingyu and you felt relieved, even though you missed him.

This guy has black hair, a little long and a little curly. Wearing a red suit and looking really good from behind. When he gets off the chair and turns around, you two lock eyes and stop for a moment. His cheeks turned pink and it made you smile, remembering the time when you pushed him into that wall and kissed him in front of JK and Mingyu.

Well, he looks hotter than usual, more buff. And that longer hair does things. You were impressed, but then you remembered how he was a little shit to you. So you thought you could play a little and get your revenge. Nothing big, just teasing him.

So you take advantage of the situation and the way he’s blushing after seeing you and you wave at him and send him a cute wink. It works, not his face is all red. You start to giggle and you turn to find the photographer for some last touches about the set.

The whole shoot, you gave Hoshi long flirty stares and smiles. You loved watching him fluster. He kept on zoning out, not being able to focus, kept on running into things, stumbling over. You could feel his eyes on you every time he looked. And each time, you would look back at him to catch him and make him feel shy.

After the shoot was over, your assistant brought some food and drinks and you got an idea. Seeing as Hoshi was getting his makeup removed, you grabbed a tray and put some food on it, stuff you thought he would like, then went towards him and placed the tray on the table next to him.

Y/N: Here, I’m sure you’re hungry. We’ve been here for over 8 hours, you’ve worked hard.

He turned and looked into your eyes and blushed again.

Hoshi: O..oh, thanks! Really.

You touched him shoulder, a little pat and smiled, then walked away. That should do for today, he’ll be thinking about me all day. He thinks he’s a big bad tiger, huh?

Then you went to Hana’s desk to tell her about it.

Hana: At least I am seeing you smile, it’s been weeks since the last time you smiled. But please, don’t break the poor boy. He seems so helpless.

Y/N: I can’t forget how he treated me. I won’t treat him the same way, I’m not evil, but a little teasing will be fun.

Later that day, while you were at the grocery store, you got a text from Jun.

Jun: What did you do to Hoshi? He’s been talking about you the whole day. We had practice for the performance team and our ears hurts from how much he yapped.

Y/N: Oh, what you mean, bestie? I did nothing, I’m an innocent angel. I was just nice to him.

Jun: I don’t know, he kept saying you’re really cool and pretty. He’s insane. What you doing now?

Y/N: Market, wanna cook tonight and go to bed early. Tomorrow we’re having a big meeting about your new show that we might work on.

Jun: Wasn’t Hana driving you home?

Y/N: She did, but the market is next to my complex and she dropped me here. I’ll be careful.

Jun: Text me when you get home.

Y/N: Ok, mom!

You had no idea you spend an hour inside the store, because now it’s dark outside. You have a 5 minute walk to your building. Taking a left, you notice a guy walking your way, wearing black clothes, a hoodie and mask.

Oh. Shit, I don’t have the pepper spray on me.

There’s nobody else around and you feel tensing up as you and the stranger walk closer and closer towards each other. Right when you get close enough to him, you pretend to wave someone behind him, so he thinks someone’s waiting for you.

Suddenly, you start running, carrying groceries in your paper bag. The fastest you ever ran, you think, but then why did it seem like you didn’t move an inch?

The guy started calling your name, yelling after you. You were sure he started running, trying to catch you. So you started screaming.

Y/N: Leave me alone!!!!

Stranger: Y/N!!! I’m going to catch you, so stop running!

But your building was so close and you felt a little better knowing the guard will be net to the entrance. As soon as you reached the door, you started punching the glass for the guard to let you in. you felt a strong hand grab your coat as the door opened and you got inside.

Trying to get away from his grip, you screamed at the guard and threw your bags on the ground. Both hands pulling on your coat. The stranger hesitated to step inside the building, but he kept trying to get you out of it. This is not how you imagined your end.

Luckily, the guard came over and scared the stranger away, and the jerk ran. Your fell on the floor after he released the grip on your coat. Tears starting to cover your face, your whole body shaking from the scare. This had never happened to you, not at this scale.

Guard: Miss, are you ok? Did he hurt you?

But you were not able to make a work for some minutes, you were in shock.

He managed to lift you up and you threw yourself in his arms, asking if the guy is still around.

Guard: No, he ran away, you’re safe now. Let’s get you a chair and some water.

He sat you down, your hands still shaking. You couldn’t stop crying. He offered a glass of water and you drank it all immediately. He waited for you to calm down a little, until you were able to speak.

Guard: We should call the police and your family or friends, or someone.

Y/N: Can you please get my bag? My phone.

He brings your bag, you take your phone out and press the call button.

Y/N: Please come. Someone attacked me in front of my building and I’m scared.

You were sobbing while on the phone, but he understood everything and the only think you heard was “be there in 15”.

When you saw him, you felt like crying harder. Your legs couldn’t move, he came to hug you and tell you it’s going to be ok. You knew that no matter what, he will come.

Mingyu: Tell me what you need right now? Want to call the police?

Y/N: No. I don’t know. Take me upstairs, please.

He took your bags in one hand and your hand on the other. The whole way up in the elevator, you couldn’t keep away. You felt to scared that you needed to be stuck to his chest to feel safe. He was so angry this happened to you.

He put in your door password and got you inside. He felt happy you didn’t change the password after the breakup.

Mingyu: Let me put the food away and I’ll run you a bath, ok?

You just nod, with a sad face.

After the bath was ready, he lifted you in his arms and carried you into the bathroom where he slowly put you down.

Mingyu: Can I help you take your clothes off or you want to do it? I can leave the room..

Y/N: You do it, my hands are still shaking. Please.

You should feel embarrassed, ashamed, but all you feel is safety. Because you know him, you feel comfortable.

He takes your clothes off, then helps you get in the hot tub. While you’re sitting in the hot water, he keeps on patting your head and back.

Mingyu: I’m here, you’re safe.

You finally lift your eyes and look at him and you see how miserable be looks. His eyes are teary.

Mingyu: Want to talk about it?

Y/N: Not right now. I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call.

Mingyu: Baby, you can always call me. I told you.

Y/N: Were you busy?

Mingyu: Doesn’t matter, you are more important. But let me call the guys and let them know you’re ok. They were worried. Jun wanted to come too, but he needed to stay for practice.

He gets his phone to call Jun. He answers so fast.

Jun: Tell me she’s ok.

Mingyu: Yes, she’s fine. I’m with her at her place.

Jun: Jesus fuck! What happened?

Mingyu: I don’t know yet, she will tell me later. She’s too scared right now.

Jun: Ok, just keep me posted, ok?

When he gets back to you, he sits on the floor next to the tub, holding your hand.

Y/N: Can you stay tonight?

Mingyu: Of course.

When you’re out of the bath tub, he helps you dry off and put comfy clothes on.

Mingyu: Come on, sit on the couch and I’ll make some tea, then prepare something to eat. I don’t wanna hear complaints.

You sit on the couch, covered in your favourite fluffy blanket, watching him cook in your kitchen. You try to think about how this makes you feel. If you could forgive him and get over what happened. Your break your own heart again, realizing that you could never forget about it and you could never be the same with him.4

And what’s the point of being with him if you can’t get over it and be happy and trust him again? You like to hope though, but deep down you know it. It’s not the same, it’s never going to be the same again. You never want to trust a man again.

You cry again, but this time because of your heart. You still love this man and you can’t be with him.

He sees you’re crying and he comes to hug you and kiss your cheeks. He also kisses your lips, a small peck. But it felt like fire. It burned you whole and it made your heart hurt more.

Mingyu: I will get back to the kitchen, but I’m here, not going anywhere.

You lay back into the couch, wanting to be swallowed by it and just disappear and make the pain go away.

After a while he comes back, food ready. He cups your cheek, asking if you want him to feed you and you say no.

You tell him it’s ok to sleep in your bed and that you need him to hold you. You know this will break your heart even more, but what’s one more, right? You’ve got this far, you’re poor heart is on the floor in thousands of pieces. Nothing will build it back together anyway.

He holds you the whole night, whispering sweet words.

Mingyu: I’m really sorry. For everything. We could talk about everything that happened tonight and between us when you’re ready. I wish I could take us back in time before I screwed up, but I can’t. I know you can’t trust me now and I swear, I could never cheat on you. Never.

You can tell he’s crying too. Maybe he’s telling the truth.

After he’s making sure you’re asleep, he closes his eyes too.

You wake up in his arms, feeling his breathing into your hair. You used to love this, but now it only brings you anxiety. You feel like he’s not yours anymore and that he could just disappear any moment. You hate this feeling.

When he feels you shift in hi hold, he brings you closer and kisses your head. A soft “I love you” passes his lips and you feel like crying.

You need to end this, you can’t take it anymore.

Y/N: Gyu?

Mingyu: Yes, my love.

Y/N: I can’t do this.

He slowly sits up in bed to face you. He wasn’t expecting this.

Mingyu: Can’t you try?

Y/N: I can’t trust you, and every time you look at me or tell me something nice, my heart breaks again. Because I know I can’t go back to what we were.

Mingyu: I was very drunk that night, I admit. And I remember talking to that girl. I just don’t remember going to my room with her, everything is blurry after I left the party. I would not lie to you. I swear. I’m sure this is a set up of JK.

Y/N: I just can’t believe that. You don’t even know what happened, if something happened or not. I can’t forget that and if we’d get back together, my mind would keep going back to that moment and I would feel miserable. It would influence our relationship. Trust me, I know myself. I’ve been there before.

Tears start to fall on his cheeks and he take your hands in his. You pull them away.

Y/N: I just can’t. I can’t give you what you want. At least not now. I don’t know about the future. Maybe 5 years from now I am able to heal and start over, maybe you’ll be married with the love of your life.

Mingyu: You’re the love of my life, you’re the one I want to marry.

You drop your head and try your best to keep your tears inside, but you can’t.

Y/N: I’m sorry. I still love you, but I can’t do this to myself. I would be miserable.

Mingyu: I understand. You…. want me to stay a little longer today? Are you feeling better now?

After you broke his heart, he’s still thinking about you. and this makes you break some more.

Y/N: You can go, I’m ok. I’m sure you need to work.

He comes closer to you to give you one last hug then he gets up and leaves. You know that if you don’t walk him to the door, you’ll feel worse.

Y/N: I’m here if you ever need me.

Mingyu: Same. Bye, Y/N!

God, now I can finally ugly cry alone. I’ll miss you, Gyu!

And you cry, the whole day. He calls you at some point to make sure you’re ok. He also tells you that he will take care of the situation from last night with your stalker. He is sure it was Jungkook or some guy hired by him. He won’t leave things like this, not when you don’t feel safe.

Maybe I’ll get over him in a few weeks, thought would anyone get over the Kim Mingyu? Like…ever?

The next weeks are extremely hard for Mingyu also. He can’t be 100% at work and he feels like shit, knowing he’s disappointing his members. They just had a comeback, they are in full concert frenzy and it’s practice, travel, performing, shooting non-stop. It never stops and he feels like soon enough, if he’s not having some time off, he’s going to go insane. His members are worried for him and try to talk to him.

Hoshi still tried to understand what happened between you and Gyu, and seeing him so sad these days, he decides to do an intervention. He brings Jeonghan with, hoping they will somehow help Mingyu’s case.

Hoshi: We can see you’re not ok, and we can only guess why.

Jeonghan: You should talk to us about it, Gyu. Let it out, it will help.

Hoshi: But start from the beginning, because I feel like I was out of the loop for a while.

Mingyu: I’m sorry, Hosh. I’ve been an asshole to you. It wasn’t intentional at first, you then I thought it was funny how you thought something else. Truth is, she was nothing but an angel. And I ruined everything. She can’t trust me anymore and I understand why. But it’s still hard to accept it. We still love each other and we can’t be together. I know I’m not perfect, maybe I’m actually a jerk and she deserves much better.

Jeonghan: Come on, you know that’s not true. You’re a great guy, 10 out of 10. I don’t know many guys like you. don’t put yourself down. Maybe you’re just not meant to be together. Or maybe it was not the right time.

Hoshi: Look, I’ve talked to Coups too and we all agreed that you should take a break. A month or two. Something like this takes time to heal, we all been there. We will manage and we’ll be waiting for you to get back. It’s not the end of the world.

Mingyu: I think you are right. I feel like I am sinking into the ground slowly. I need to breathe. I need to leave for a while.

After a week, Pledis announces Mingyu’s hiatus that’s going to last for an undetermined period. When you found out about it you knew why he’s doing it and you felt guilty. You wanted to call him and be there for him, but it would do more harm than good.

It’s been weeks since you last saw him and all this time helped you a little. You need to keep distance for now, to heal. Won’t help either of you if you keep talking or meeting. It’s fine, you’ll have him back in your life in the future. Just not right now.

Since Mingyu’s hiatus, you were able to spend more time around Jun and the rest of the members, either at concerts or just simple gatherings and dinners. Jun adopted you as his little sister. Hana kind of liked him, but it was not reciprocated unfortunately.

Today, you had a shooting with the performance team. They are planning an MV for a new song. The set is really fun, they will even get to dance in water while getting their pictures taken. The stylist picked some flowy outfits, all black, for that scene.

As you were standing on the side, watching them dance and pose, making sure everything is right, you felt someone pinching your arm.

Hana: Earth to Y/N!

Y/N: Oooowww! What the hell!

Hana: Can you be more obvious than that?

Y/N: What do you mean?

Hana: You were practically drooling over them, or one of them. Who is it?

Y/N: Pff, don’t be ridiculous. Plus, my bro Jun is there. How could I drool over him?

Hana: Maybe you were not starring at him? Is it Hao? I’ve been seeing you two being flirty.

Y/N: Girl, we are just flirty people, but it’s innocent. And it’s nobody, leave me alone!

Hana: I know you. I know what you’re thinking when you’re making that face.

Y/N: And even if I liked someone, I don’t want a guy in my life. I’m done with men, I’d rather be single forever.

Hana: You don’t even believe that.

Y/N: Just watch me.

She scoffs and leaves you there. Were you really starring and drooling? You didn’t think so. Well, they look good, and those clothes were hugging their toned bodies a little to close from that damn water that splashed everywhere. The water floor was your idea and now you are not sure if you love it or hate it.

After a few hours, the shoot is over and you get an idea, walking towards the 4 guys.

Y/N: Great job today, really!

Dino: Oh, thanks, Y/N! Your team is really professional, they did almost all the work.

Y/N: Nonsense, it was all you.

Minghao comes and puts his arm around your shoulder, smiling at you.

Minghao: It’s hard to find a woman who’s this attractive, smart and talented.

His flirting doesn’t make you blush anymore, you got used to it by now.

Y/N: Staaaahp, it’s not like you guys are not 10s. Any woman would marry you instantly.

Hoshi: Would you?

Y/N: Duuhhh!

Jun: Ugh, stop this flirting, it makes me sick!

Y/N: What about flirting more at dinner? My treat today, I wanna spoil you guys.

Hoshi: Yaaasss, I love food!!

Y/N: I know.

Hoshi: And you know that because.. you like me?

Y/N: Pffaahh! Me? Like you? As if.

A s you all walk towards the exit, you try to annoy Hoshi for saying such a ridiculous thing, so you catch up to him while he’s walking next to Jun and you pretend you trip and push Hoshi. With an innocent and shocked face, you apologize to him.

Y/N: Oh no, I’m so sorry! My eyes are blind from such beauty and such light emanating from your face.

Everyone starts laughing and Hoshi pouts.

The dinner went pretty much the same. You kept making flirty jokes with Hoshi, sometimes making him blush, sometimes getting hit back with his flirty lines. At some point you would talk in a cute voice, pretending to want to feed him a piece of meat and he would open his mouth without thinking. When the meat was right in front of his mouth, you would just take it back and put it into your mouth.

Hoshi: Wow, you’re so mean. I don’t wanna be friends anymore.

Y/N: Does…this mean…you want to be lovers?

And you cup your cheeks with your hands, blinking uncontrollably and cutely, making shy faces.

Hoshi: No, you’re too annoying for that. I like girls who don’t make fun of me.

Y/N: Nooo, please! What can I do to make you forgive me?

Hoshi: For starters, you could make some really cute faces and I’ll think about it.

Then you do your best aegyo, without thinking. Those few shots of soju helped, you hate doing this normally. The other guys start laughing at how cute and funny you looked, but Hoshi blushed. His face was fucking red. He started frowning, eating angrily.

Y/N: What’s the matter? Too cute for you?

Hoshi: Shut uuup!

This banter continued for the rest of the evening and you felt it was the most fun you had in weeks. Many weeks. At the end, you started to become a little emotional.

Jun: Hey, are you and Hosh twins? You’re both the same when you drink.

Hoshi: No, we’re not. I’m more cuter, she’s just annoying.

Y/N: You know nothing, Kwon! And I am fine, I’m not going to star crying like you. I don’t cry for men anymore.

Minghao: Why would you cry for men? Look at you, they should cry for you.

Y/N: Riiight? I am so done with relationships and love.

Minghao: What if you fall in love by accident?

Y/N: I’ll just ignore it.

Dino: How can you ignore that?

Y/N: I don’t know, I’ll distance myself from the guy, I guess.

Hoshi: That’s just dumb. You should be happy you found love, and embrace it.

Y/N: What do you know? You don’t know how one sided love is. Or how it is to love someone and not being able to be together.

Hoshi: Yes, I do.

Dino: Oh, don’t remind him of that, he’ll start crying.

Jun whispers into your ear: he was in love with a girl once and she let him think she liked him, then fucked one of his friends.

Y/N: Oh, shit!!!

Then you go sit net to Hoshi and give him a pat on the head, seeing that he was about to cry.

Y/N: Come on, Hosh, shit happens and it’s in the past. We’re drunk, we should not talk about exes. Fuck them!

And you take another shot. You can hold your drink better than him, and when you see him trying to take a shot too, you grab the glass from his hand and drink it yourself.

Y/N: Here, drink some water. You don’t wanna get a headache tomorrow, do you?

He’s looking into your eyes like a lost puppy. His mouth in the most adorable pout and you just wanna squish his cheeks. So you do it, you let your invasive thought win. You start squishing his face, playing with it, pulling on his nose, pinching his cheeks.

He’s all smiles and giggles, he loves it. You both forgot about the teasing. Without realizing, you end up cuddling into each other, on your chairs.

You don’t know how, but you ended up in your apartment with Hana. She’s trying to make you shower before bed and drink some water.

Hana: Y/N, stop being stubborn and take these off! You can’t shower with pants on.

Y/N: Why not?

Hana: Because clothes are not skin. And you need to watch your skin.

Y/N: But clothes need washing too.

Hana: Yeah, in the washing machine.

You were finally in your bed, cuddling your bestie.

Y/N: I like cuddles. People should cuddle more.

Hana: Good night, drunky pants!

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9/MAR/20XX

"Uuugh."

frisk groaned as they wiped up a mess of orange juice.

"How did I even manage to miss that badly?"

"We are all a little loopy in the mornings."

"Golly. The cup was RIGHT there... and yet you still missed!"

"Maybe you should leave that to Toriel still, huh?"

flowey laughed at frisk's misery.

"Flowey, be nice."

"...Though, I am more than willing to assist you if you need help, my child."

"I can pour it normally. Just... not right now, apparently."

"like she said - it's mornin' still, and you just woke up. don't beat yourself up over it."

i glance to flowey.

"and don't let any flowers beat you up over it, either."

"I'll say what I want!"

a stern look from toriel.

"....."

he huffs and goes back to picking the cereal out of his marshmallows.

toriel gave this a disapproving look too, but it's a regular occurrence.

she helped frisk pour another glass of orange juice, and they slumped back in their chair, deflated. don't know if i've ever seen a kid look more upset while drinking oj.

"Are you still planning to follow Sans home after you eat?"

they looked at me.

"paps won't be back until around ten."

"I'm good to hang out with you until then."

"alright."

"Flowey, will you be-"

"Staying here."

"I don't want to be around those two nincompoops alone for two hours."

again, an occurrence too regular for her to bother saying anything about anymore. these days, she almost doesn't even notice the insults sometimes. i think everyone else tunes them out a little, too.

——

"...."

"so, are backwards shoes the new thing?"

"..What?"

frisk paused and looked down.

"........"

"How."

they started walking again.

"No wonder they felt weird."

"you wanna stop and fix 'em?"

"I'm gonna take them off at your house anyway, so I'm gonna just deal with it until then."

"well, c'mon - this way. i know a little shortcut."

——

a ball of paper bounces off my skull.

frisk slams their head into the side of the couch, not accounting for the fact that it'd hurt.

"Aggh-"

"careful."

uncrinkling the ball, there was the start of a drawing with scribbles where the legs would be.

i folded the page back up, and they loosely smacked it out of my hand.

the paper smacked them in the face.

". . ."

".....jeez."

"lady luck's got a vendetta against you, huh?"

sitting bolt upright, they shouted.

"Not just that, but I keep messing stuff up - and then having the WORST luck with just about everything else!!"

throwing their arms up in the air...

and immediately hitting my brother on accident, who just entered.

"Oh mY GODDDDD-"

curling forward into a ball.

"welcome home, bro. you're a bit early."

"HELLO..."

looking with concern at the human groaning annoyedly on the couch in front of him.

"...UM."

"IF YOU'RE UPSET ABOUT HITTING ME, WORRY NOT! I AM A-OKAY!!"

"IT TAKES MUCH MORE THAN THAT TO HURT SOMEONE AS STRONG AS I!"

"not just that - their luck's been shot all day."

"And shit."

he sat himself onto the couch and dragged frisk like a stuffed animal to his chest for a hug.

"HAVE NO WORRIES - THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO BALANCE YOUR POOR LUCK OUT WITH MY OWN INCREDIBLE LUCKINESS!!"

"AND NOW THAT I'M HERE... WHAT ACTIVITIES SHALL WE DO, HUMAN?!"

".....Can we just sit here?"

"WH-"

"sounds good to me."

"WAIT, WHY??"

"Nothing bad can happen if I do nothing at all."

"sound logic."

"NO, IT ISN'T! NOTHING GOOD CAN HAPPEN, EITHER!!"

"If you're here, that's good. That happened and I didn't do anything to cause it."

"WELL, YES. BUT THAT WAS INEVITABLE. I WAS ALWAYS TO COME HOME AND HANG OUT - AS ALREADY PLANNED."

"And I wanna hang out by doing nothing."

"......"

"we could at least put on a movie."

"...."

"DOES THAT SOUND NICE, FRISK?"

"...Yeah."

"and i'm pretty sure we've got popcorn still."

"we'll do a movie night."

"IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER FOR SURE!"

——

they dumped the bowl of blackened kernels into the trashcan.

they sighed defeatedly.

"..W-WELL. THAT'S OKAY! WE'LL JUST MAKE YOU ANOTHER BAG."

he opened the cabinet and grabbed the popcorn box, reaching in and... patting the empty inside.

"......."

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮.

frisk pounded their head against the sink door. i put my hand between the door and their forehead to lessen the impact of the blows.

my brother gently pulls them away from the door by the shoulders, turning them around.

"NOW, NOW. THIS IS OKAY, TOO!"

"WE STILL HAVE-"

"me and undyne split the last of the chips the other day."

"...WE CAN STILL STOP BY THE STORE AND GET YOU A SNACK THAT DOESN'T REQUIRE ANY PREPARATION!"

"here, i know a shortcut."

"Another?"

"yep."

"COME ALONG!"

——

exhaling every bit of air they had, frisk looks between the cash on the counter, and the total on the screen - thirty cents short.

quickly appearing beside them, papyrus moves all their cash back into their bag (slipping an extra ten in) and pats frisk's head as he hands it back.

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, FRISK. I WAS GOING TO PAY ANYWAY!"

the way they looked at the machine, you'd think it was about to reject papyrus' card or blow up or something.

it didn't. he quickly waved goodbye to the cashier as he scooped up frisk's items into a bag himself. he passes it to frisk, and they take his hand. with the other, he grabs onto my hand.

"MAYBE WE CAN WALK! FRESH AIR SHOULD DO EVERYONE SOME GOOD."

halfway down the sidewalk, a branch catches frisk's bag. the bag tears; their chips and candy fall to the floor - sweet tea rolling away.

i stop it with my foot, picking the other items up as well.

"i'll pack 'em. no problem."

taking the torn bag and shoving it into my pocket, we continue walking.

a bit further on, papyrus spots a puddle on the side of the road. spontaneously grabbing frisk and lifting them up, a car speeds past and sprays him with water - i just barely get out of the way.

frisk remains unsoaked, thanks to my brother's quick thinking.

"...WHEN DID IT RAIN?"

"sometime last night."

"AH. I SEE."

"Thank you Papyrus. I'm sorry."

"DON'T BE! IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT."

"maybe we take a shortcut after all."

——

the rest of the day, papyrus is extremely diligent in making sure nothing else happens to frisk. in the end he secretly seems thankful for the doing-nothing choice.

it really is easier to keep someone out of bad luck's way when they're sitting still.

papyrus makes tomato soup for dinner, deciding nothing can go wrong with that. to be absolutely certain, he cools it to nearly room temp before serving any to them. when frisk almost spills it, he hands them a straw.

"...isn't that a bit much?"

"It's fine. Not like I haven't used one for soup before."

"CERTAINLY NO WAY TO SPILL IT WITH A STRAW."

succeeding again, he messages tori to say he'll keep them just until bedtime.

"YOU NEED A BAD-LUCK COUNTERBALANCE LIKE ME AROUND TODAY."

frisk nods in silent agreement.

both me and frisk are impressed at his ability to navigate around unlucky situations throughout the night, but i suppose he 𝗵𝗮𝘀 been dealing with 𝘮𝘦 forever. avoiding messes is basically a special skill of his at this point.

when it was time for frisk to go home, paps was still pretty worried and accompanied them all the way home - apparently even going as far as to tuck them in himself, according to toriel.

#undertale #journal #sans #frisk #toriel #flowey #papyrus #sans and papyrus #sans and flowey #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #papyrus and frisk #papyrus and sans

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Hello! Saw you were looking for twst requests so how about how a first date with the nrc freshmen go? (Or the vice house wardens if you prefer) I actually love both groups so much ;w;

I did all the first years and two vice house wardens because I love the vice house wardens very much I am a simp

For the Very First Time

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Jade, Jamil, Epel, Sebek

Tw// sickness, Jade typical behavior, fish, food

Ace

* You and Ace probably begin dating in early October

* Probably asks you out really casually when you’re just hanging out

* Not the type to ask you with a grand gesture, but he comes off a little shy

* For your first date, he’s taking you to the cinema

* It’s October, which means there’s lots of horror movies out

* He’s the type to make you pay for yourself, but he isn’t taking you somewhere fancy so it doesn’t cost you much

* You guys decide to go see a horror movie because he’s doing the macho thing where he’s like “I’ll protect you”

* He’s fine for the first half hour but he starts freaking out

* Laugh at him for being a dumbass please

* Both of you sneak out while someone’s getting murdered on screen and slide your way into Minions: Rise of Gru

* This is the best choice ever because you both have no idea what’s going on and end up just cuddling in the back of the theater.

* Ace probably throws popcorn at you

* After the movie he’ll take you for a walk

* Unfortunately it starts raining and you two get caught in it

* He takes off his jacket and holds it over your head as you run into a cafe for shelter

* He buys you a cookie as an apology

* Next day he has a cold and whines to you about it while he asks you for another date (and a get better kiss)

* Overall: 6.5/10 it was kinda a shitshow but he’s cute and trying his best

Deuce

* Deuce probably asks you out mid April

* He takes a long time to confront his emotions and psych himself up

* He totally asks you out and gives you flowers (red roses, with one blue one, all from Heartslabyul’s gardens and painted by himself)

* He’d probably ask you out privately as well, and stumble over every few words nervously

* Your first date is at his dorm actually

* He’s been working really hard on two things:

* Making the perfect spaghetti and meatballs

* And learning to make cookies

* Goes out of his way to get permission from Riddle and Trey to do this because he doesn’t want to piss them off

* His spaghetti is pretty good, actually

* Once you’re done eating and chatting, he invites you to make some chocolate chip cookies with him

* How could you say no to a face like that?

* You two have a great time making a mess

* Freaks out when you eat a little bit of cookie dough because he thinks you’re gonna die

* You two drink hot chocolate while the cookies are baking and he does them fancy.

* Whipped cream, marshmallows, cinnamon, and animal shaped crackers are on top

* The cookies come out a little overdone but it’s okay because they were made with love

* Walks you home

* If you forgot your jacket, he gives you his because he’s a good boy

* The next day you guys hold hands on the way to class

* Overall: 8/10 he’s so pure and sweet but very nervous and you saw him reading over some notes he wrote on his palm to make sure he was doing things right

Jack

* He’s the type of guy to fall in love with you slowly

* He asks you out in early December

* Maybe he’s soft, but seeing fairy lights go up and the smell of warmth makes him wanna cuddle up

* He asks you out at lunchtime

* Pays for and brings you your lunch when he asks you, avoiding eye contact the whole time

* Tail wags when you say yes

* First date is to a holiday fair

* There’s a little ice skating rink, it’s flurrying out, and you can smell roasting nuts and cider down the block

* Takes you earlier in the day on a weekend, which means it’s a little packed, but he never loses you

* He’s paying for the date, anything you want you get

* Probably shares a soft pretzel with you

* If you ask him to ice skate he pretends he isn’t excited

* Will guide you around the rink, holding onto you carefully the whole time

* Buys you hot apple cider or hot cocoa

* Every time your face seems to get a little red he reaches over and readjusts your scarf or jacket

* “You have to keep warm, I don’t want you getting sick.”

* If any of the crafts/clothes/ornaments in the stalls interests you, he will get it for you without a peep

* Takes you home in the late afternoon and doesn’t leave until he’s sure you don’t have hypothermia

* Overall 7/10 he’s a gentleman but he’s also a tsundere

Jade

* Jade would probably take years to warm up to you

* Definitely after you’ve both graduated college is when he’s ask you out

* Probably in may-ish?

* It’s beginning to warm, things are springing back to life

* He knows exactly how to charm someone

* Brings you a token of his affections (a necklace with a Jade pendant)

* Invites you to take a walk with him before he asks you out

* On your first date he takes you to an art museum

* He pays for your date, his pride would be wounded if you didn’t let him

* Looked up a map to get a layout of the museum first and checked the flow of traffic through it over the course of two weeks so he could pick the time when there’s least amount of people there, and figured out where to start

* Walks with you slowly, occasionally commenting on an art piece he knows about

* Mostly just chats with you about anything that comes to mind

* You will probably hold up 78% of the conversation so just be prepared

* He doesn’t think about conversational stuff because he’s not uncomfortable with silence. He just likes being around you

* But Jade is Jade so you probably already know that

* After you’re done with the museum he’ll take you for a walk to a pier where you can admire the beach

* If you drag him into the sand he spends most of the time watching you or collecting shells

* Walks you home when you seem tired. WILL have you wear his jacket even if you’re not cold

* Once you’re at home he gifts you the seashells he collected (with you in mind) and kisses your hand as he bids you farewell

* Grab him by the collar and give him a kiss. He’ll be so flustered you might actually get a real smile out of him

* The next day he walks you to your classes, alternating between carrying your books and intertwining your pinkie fingers

* Overall: 7.3/10 points off for accidentally making it awkward but points back for being swoon worthy

Jamil

* Jamil will crush on you for months before asking you out

* Also, he doesn’t ask you out

* No, Kalim intervenes because Jamil is grumpier than usual by ambushing you both with a date.

* It happens on Valentine’s Day, aka the day where sad bitches are saddest

* Kalim begs Jamil for some help with a mystery date he has for his valentine and asks him for his advice and help planning

* Basically, Jamil does the whole thing while Kalim is rubbing his hands together with an evil smile in the background

* It turns out he asked you the same thing, but instead he tasked you with retrieving flowers and a gift for ‘his’ sweetheart

* Cue confused noises when you and Jamil cross paths and Kalim just goes “happy Valentine’s Day!!” And dips

* So, uh, surprise, you and Jamil are on a date now

* It’s awkward for a few minutes before you start laughing at Kalim’s antics, prompting Jamil to laugh too

* “I mean, I was planning on asking you today, but I thought you’d be too busy wrangling Kalim.”

* Jamil’s face heats up and he pushes down a smile, “I was planning on asking you, but then I was busy wrangling Kalim.”

* You two talk over some of Jamil’s cooking, chatting happily about anything and everything and your misadventures in fulfilling Kalim’s requests

* Jamil is softer that night, because apparently Kalim went off to bother Azul since he’s bitchless and responsible, which means he’s in nirvana

* He doesn’t walk you home but he does go pick up Kalim from daycare, and you aren’t far away, so he might as well pop in for a minute…

* You two end up making out on your couch for the rest of the night

* Morning after he’s gone, but he made you breakfast and left it in the fridge with a note asking you out on a second date

* Overall: ???/10 your first date wasn’t planned but it was fun once you got over that

Epel

* Epel doesn’t have the balls to ask you out, okay?

* You’re asking him out

* You just sort of slide up to him while he’s carving apple birds in the cafeteria and ask him if he wants to go apple picking with you

* Immediately says yes, is not aware it’s a date

* Once you two nail out the details of when you’re going, he finally catches up to the fact it might be a date

* This is confirmed when you shoot him a text the day before asking if he’s still cool with the date

* He’s squealing, kicking his feet in the air, screaming into his pillow

* Vil ends up telling him to shut up it’s literally 10:30 at night

* He almost gets too excited about the date that he doesn’t sleep

* He does get a few hours of shuteye once he nails down every detail

* He picks out the best outfit, best shoes, checks his bank account and oh dear lord that’s so empty flies are coming out of it, he even takes a shower on his own

* He has butterflies in his stomach when you come to the dorm to pick him up

* He’s dressed like a cowboy and a lumberjack at the same time please don’t comment on it

* When you arrive at the apple orchard he’s bouncing around like a kid in fuckin Disney world

* Infodumps about apples

* Also comments on the quality of apples and talks about his family’s farm

* He needs help reaching the apples please help him he’s too short

* Has 0 chill but he’s really cute

* Will pick apples specifically so he can make you some apple pie later

* You’re paying for the date, right? He never asks, but never offers to pay either so you can just assume

* Apple boy is excited because it’s his three favorite things at once: you, being covered in dirt, and apples

* He doesn’t bother pretending to be prissy here because he knows you won’t hold it against him, you asked him out you know he’s a gremlin

* Takes home way too many apples with a bright grin on his face and on the way back he tells out funny stories about his childhood

* Falls asleep on your shoulder after a while

* You end up having to carry him inside because he is snoring like a trucker and refuses to wake up

* Next day he shows up at your place carrying a homemade apple pie

* Overall: 4.6/10 he’s having the time of his life which is fun but he’s an acquired taste. His pie is tasty though

Sebek

* He begrudgingly asks you out in March because Lilia told him he needs a life outside of Malleus

* He actually does like you, but maybe not enough to warrant a date just yet, those feelings are still blooming, yknow?

* His idea of a date is taking you to an aquarium and telling you about all of the animals, regardless of if you’re interested

* It’s kind of nice to have someone playing tour guide

* The date has a pretty platonic feel to it aside from the fact that you are forcibly holding Sebek’s hand as you walk around

* “It’s so I don’t get lost!” “I WILL NOT LOSE YOU, HUMAN, THERE ARE FIVE OTHER PEOPLE PRESENT”

* The only time he quiets down is when you reach the underwater exhibit, where he pauses for a moment to just stare at the water

* He begins to quietly tell you some of his more secret thoughts, and is surprised when you lean in to hug his arm and lean your head on his shoulder

* “I think you’re doing amazing, Sebek.”

* He’s softer when you walk through the rest of the aquarium, and even buys you a crocodile plush that you name Sebek Jr.

* He refuses to refer to the plush as his son, but he does blush and get very flustered

* He pays for your lunch, but he also orders for you so there’s that

* “It’s what Lilia-sama recommends!” (It tastes like ass, but it’s free)

* Walks you and Sebek Jr home, bows when you’re about to go inside

* Gets very flustered when you peck his cheek

* Decides that it wasn’t that bad and perhaps he might invite you for another date some other time, but he’s really just not ready for that yet

* The next day you two are closer but not really in a romantic sense yet. You’re both young and Sebek needs a lot more time to really come out of his crocodile cave

* He will absolutely get flustered if he ever sees you and Sebek Jr around again though

* Overall: 5/10 it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t knock your socks off amazing either. You know a bunch of fish facts now though and he paid so

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Sorry if you’ve already answered something like this! how does Warrior Bites work into the initial journey in TNP? I don’t recall how long the journey to the sun drown place took, but I feel like with how cooked food is preferable due to diseases and parasites, did Bramble and co have to get dewormed when returning to the clans? Or perhaps the Tribe could help them with that on their way back, as a thanks for how they help drive out Sharptooth?

I feel like it’d be difficult to sneak out with extra rations with how the Clans were struggling, plus it’d be difficult to carry all the tools required to cook every time they set up camp. It’d be easier for them to eat their prey raw, at least during certain parts of the journey.

Would also be an interesting opportunity to introduce the cast to different foods, too! Rogue groups in twolegplace using vegetables from gardens for flavor, for example. I couldn’t find if there’s salt beds in English mountains, but if there is the Tribe would have way easier access to it than the Clans do. I bet they’d have wildly different cuisine as a result.

Sorry for the long winded ask but your ideas tickle my autistic brain just right fjahfhsh

The Tribe mountain MUST have salt under it, right? The Appalachians and the Caledonians are the same mountain range split up by tectonic shift and I know there's salt in the Appalachians because it's, like, pre-life-on-earth old right? Hangon

*le googel*

YEP there's a lot of salt in Cheshire, one of the counties I use as a model. Which I could have just learned by googling "uk salt mine." However, my brain is a rube goldberg machine.

The Sundrown Patrol DEFINITELY needed a deep cleaning! They would be full of fleas, probably be carrying a couple of bad knots or a couple of mats, and one or two of them definitely caught worms. Probably Squirrelpaw tbh, knowing her impatient little butt (affectionate).

The Tribe wouldn't do a deep deworming though, because that takes time and the Clan cats would want to get home as quickly as possible. They just stayed for the quick celebration to gather some rations and planned to leave... but then the appearance of Sharptooth changed their plans.

(btw if you wanna see how the Sundrown Patrol's Journey to the Lake goes in Bonefall TNP, I made a map and a synopsis!)

Setting up a basic cooking fire wouldn't be TOO hard though! You just keep a couple of sticks to use as spits and roast your prey over the open fire, like either a roast or a marshmallow. Beats dealing with tapeworms for the whole trip.

Funny enough I actually think it's Crowfoot/feather who's the main cook of the little patrol, I keep feeling like Mudclaw was a pretty good chef. He would have passed that onto Crow.

Tawnypelt: "It's almost sunrise, Crowfoot is late... if he doesn't come soon we'll have to go without him."

Crowfoot: "Hold your hedgehogs I'm here. I was making tunnelbuns for the trip."

Squirrelpaw: "Where- what-- how did you do that so fast??"

Crowfoot: "youre weeeeeeeeelcome."

Stormfur: "Hang on, you didn't steal from your own Clan in famine, did you?"

Crowfoot: "??? I mashed my personal larvae stash to make into travel rations and this is the thanks I get??? you think my clanmates were gonna keep my mealworms alive while I was gone?? Mousebrain!"

Brambleclaw: "Yuck, who wants to eat mashed bugs?"

Squirrelpaw hiding how appetizing it sounds because her buddy Sorreltail opened her eyes to how good grasshoppers can taste.

#Sundrown Patrol #Clan Culture #Warrior Bites #Bonefall TNP #Bonefall Rewrite #I have a theory that what REALLY tickles an autistic brain is the ability to learn and apply knowledge in fiction #Because it's kinda like a sort of sorting y'know?#Knowing and keeping track of a big cast is like making boxes in your mind and organizing them #And the more little details you can figure out and apply creatively it's like solving a puzzle #Only there's no one answer so you can just solve the jigsaw FOREVER #BEST possible jigsaw EVER #And food's just fun!!#I love eating and cooking and imagining people eating and cooking #man warrior bites makes me hungry

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Locked in-Tony stark x reader

Summary: when Y/N gets locked in during a snow storm with her best friend, Tony, he confesses his feelings of an deep obsession he has with her since he met her 6 years ago, the winter storm prevents her from getting away from his fantasy.

Warnings: kidnapping, trapping, tying up, insanity, tony going insane, crying, slight gaslighting, implied rape, abuse, violence,and possession

Minors do not interact. This story gets does get pretty dark, just to be warned.

Tony has always been a playboy and never had a serious relationship for as long as he can remember. That is until he met her. Y/N L/N. Good was she perfect. Her perfect little laugh and the way her braces showed when she smiled. The fact that she was always a caring soul, especially when tony drank to much. Her thick thighs and rolls that she always tried to hide when she went out any where. He was in love with her, no, he was obsessed with her. When she gets a partner, he gets overprotective and angry, completely driving her young lover away without her knowing. He always makes sure she eats. He makes sure that she feels good. He will do whatever she wanted and gave her whatever she wanted.

Now, he wanted her... Not as a repayment, but it was staring to get unbearable to see her pretty self leave his penthouse to go back to her drab apartment. He just wanted to spoil her. To keep her. Hell, maybe even have a family with her.

" Tony!” he walks out his kitchen with a cup of bourbon for him and some creamy hot chocolate with plushy marshmallows for her. He watched her with a warm smile as she complained about the snow. " I don't wanna be stuck here! My poor whiskers is stuck at home with probably empty food bowl!" she puts her hands on the window, whimpering about her cat, whiskers, that Tony bought for her. She always forgot to feed him or if she did, she would always worry that he already ate it all up. He walks over to her and taps her with the warm mug.

" hmm.... Welp, you are stuck with me. Lets hope he don't starve." he chuckles and she slaps his arm,

snatching the mug.

"that's not funny, Mr Stark." she grumbles and tony watches as she sips the hot chocolate, the marshmallow touching her nose and her humming in response. She gets all giddy from the hat chocolate, like a 5 year old that got their first taste of sugar. " thank you very much, sir"

Sir. She called him sir and unknowingly made his cock twitch. She walks past him to the couch, by the fireplace. He took a sneak peak at her ass and thighs, biting his lip at the plumpness. She plops down on the couch and her tits bounced nicely, with how perky they were. He hums and drinks down his alcohol before walking into the kitchen and getting another drink.

" Mr. Stark... You better chill out with alcohol. I am not being stuck with a drunk stark." Tony loved that she cared about him and it only made him hornier. He just hums in response and walks out with a fresh, larger glass of bourbon. He plops down beside her and lays his head on her lap. She doesn't say anything and treated her chubby fingers through his tangled hair, breaking the knots here and there.

He looks up at her and she was staring at the fireplace, entranced by the orange, yellows, and reds. He puts his glass on the floor and gently nuzzled into her plushy stomach. She stifled a laugh as his breath was tickling her through her shirt.it was such a shame that men already took her virginity. Why did she have to go fuck other men. Why couldn't she fuck him. He would spoil her with money and good dick. He would love her so much that he would be called clingy.

She moves a bit and he was pushed towards her crotch. He thought she would move his head, but she didn't. She didn’t even ask him to move. So, he didn't. He stayed right there and relished in being that close to an area so sensitive and private. He wanted to fuck her cunt and pump her full of his cum. Make her belong to him.

Maybe he should just tell her his feelings. Yeah, let’s do that.

" hey, honey. Can I talk to you?" he looks up at her and she stops looking at the fire, looking down at him. She gives him a weird look and moves his face away from her crotch. He sits up and looks her in the eyes.

" what is it?"

" I am in love with you. "

"what?" she looked concerned and confused. She tries to laugh nervously, “ are you drunk, Tony? "

He shakes his head and that scares her more. He tells her how much he loves her and that he wants to be with her. She looks at him with a disturbed look and standis up, putting the dirty mug. He grabs her hand and she tanks it away, completely terrified now. She was just gonna sit on the other cough, cause he was really creeping her out. But, he grabs her and yanks her back down, onto his lap.

Finally, he can touch her. She struggled against him, scared and he shushed her, smiling. " Please baby. I love you very much and I want to treat you right. Just let me' he plead with her, wrapping his giant arms around her waist. She yelled Ana punched him in the face.

"Get the fuck off of me, Tony!" she pushes him and pulls away from him. "No! I don't want you and you are creeping me out!" Tony was holding his bloody nose, not saying anything. He stands up and slaps her in the face. He completely loses his temper and grabs his glass of abandoned bourbon, breaking it over her head.

He watches his best friend of 6 years crumble to the floor. He comes back from his blackout rage. He acts quickly, tying her up and tending to her face wound. He couldn't mess up her face. Not her perfect face. "please don't be dead. Don't be dead." he felt like he was going insane. His mind was racing and it was mostly about him being rejected by the love of his life. She couldn't reject him. He was gonna keep her. He would move all her stuff in his penthouse. She was gonna be his.

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When Y/N wakes up, she was tied up on the couch and Tony was cuddling her close. He was pressing warm kisses to her face, while rubbing her inner thigh. She had duct tape on her mouth and her face was burning with pain. He kept muttering ‘ I love you’ over and over. He was acting insane.

She struggled and yelled out, only for it to be muffled. He pulls her back and shushes her, softly. "its okay, baby girl." he squishes her thighs and draws a little heart on them with his finger. He nuzzled his face into her neck, sucking red hickeys on her soft neck. " just relax, and I won't have to hurt you. I wanna keep you here and we will be together. You are mines and I am yours." he says, intertwining his fingers with hers. He was professing his love for her and she had to know that she was never stepping a foot back outside.

" let me take care of you." he purrs, licking her neck. She shakes her head, viciously. He doesn't listen to her and stands up, undoing her pants.

She was stuck inside because of this snow storm. She was never gonna be able to leave Tony ever again. He wasn't ever gonna allow it.

#dark marvel #marvel #new #tony stark x reader #x reader #possessive #kidnap tw #gaslighting mention

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Day Six - Gingerbread House

Warnings: This has some smutty thoughts at the start but no actual smut

Matty came home late from the studio the next night. He crawled into bed at what must’ve been after 2am, falling asleep so quickly that he didn’t notice Mayhem jumping onto the bed and curling up in a ball beside him. He didn’t usually dream of nice things, but his head was full of thoughts of Y/N the entire night. He dreamed of what Christmas was going to be like with her, how well she would get on with his mum and little brother. He dreamed of sneakily stealing kisses when no one was looking. But mostly, he dreamed of what it would be like to fuck her in the spare room, hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake anyone up with her pretty moans.

He woke up the next morning replaying thoughts of a couple of nights before, in front of the fireplace. He shook the images from his head when his phone rang, rubbing a hand over his eyes before reaching out to get it from the nightstand. Her name lit up his phone and he smiled, hitting the green accept call button.

“Morning, pretty girl.” “Morning, baby. How does it feel to be finished in the studio?” “Incredible. I’ve been counting down the days to the start of my Christmas holiday.” “Well, do you wanna come over and celebrate the proper beginning of Christmas?” “I’d love to, darling. Just give me an hour to shower and walk Mayhem. Then I’ll be right over.”

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An hour later, Matty came through Y/N’s door with a shout of “Babe, I’m here!” “Kitchen!” she called back, the sound of an old Beatles song muffling her voice. Matty walked down the hall and stuck his head into the kitchen, laughing at the mess on the kitchen table. Baking ingredients and equipment were spread out over the surface: icing sugar, sprinkles, chocolate chips, piping bags.

“What the fuck happened in here?” he laughed. “Went to Tesco this morning and bought some stuff,” she shrugged. “Yeah, I can see that. Are we having a baking day, then?” “Nope, not quite. More like a decorating day,” Y/N said proudly, holding up a cardboard box with a picture of a perfectly constructed gingerbread house on the front. “We just need to put this together and decorate it. Simple.” “Babe, I’m not saying you’re not good in the kitchen, but ours will never look like that.” “Yes it will, grinch! We’re gonna make the best gingerbread house ever.” Matty sighed and rolled up the sleeves of his grey hoodie.

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“Matty, stop! That’s too much icing, the roof’s gonna slide off!” “No it isn’t!” he argued. “It’s fine, see?” Matty let go of the gingerbread roof and watched it slide and land on the table in a sticky mess. Y/N groaned. “You are now banned from construction. You can come back for decorating. Goodbye.” “What? I didn’t even do anything, babe!” “You’re wrecking my house!” she grumbled, banishing him to the other end of the table. Eventually she got the house to stick together. It looked rather wonky, but still. She looked at Matty smugly. “See? This is why I’m in charge in the kitchen.” “Yeah, and everywhere else, you fuckin’ dictator.” “You know it,” she grinned. “I’m sorry I wouldn’t let you touch my gingerbread house.” “No you’re not,” Matty smiled fondly. “No, I’m not,” Y/N agreed. “You’re really shit at it.”

Y/N started piping little icing swirls and wonky stars onto the gingerbread house, while Matty followed behind, sticking marshmallows and chocolate chips and pouring sprinkles wherever he saw fit. Y/N laughed at the messy concoction of biscuit and sweets, held together with runny icing. “Wait! We need snow!” Matty exclaimed before grabbing the icing sugar and sprinkling it on the roof of their little house. “Perfect,” Y/N said, leaning up against him. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Can we eat it now, then?” “No!” Y/N cried. “We need to at least take pictures of it. It looks too pretty.” Matty rolled his eyes playfully. Pretty definitely wasn’t the word to describe it, but to Y/N it was perfect.

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After a brief photoshoot of their gingerbread house, the pair settled on the sofa with a cup of tea each (Y/N still refused to let Matty eat any of it). “Thanks for today, babe. Good way to spend my first day off.” “Of course,” Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you came over.” “I love coming over,” Matty laughed. “I basically live here now, me and Mayhem.” “Just the way I like it,” Y/N replied, before catching his lips in a soft kiss.

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagines #matty healy blurb #christmas75

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hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog · 2 months

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So for once, nothing angsty, but something more fluffy! ANd its based on food!

So I think, if I remember right anyway, canon Alastor does not like fast food or like food similar to it, and that kind of implies to Radio Guard Alastor too. To a degree tho. He very much would rather cook than have take-out, but also he is not complaining if you wanna give him the egg and spring rolls from the Chinese takeout. It is mainly when he super tired though or had an exhausting day and just has no energy to cook for the gang, since I imagine he may have took over the cooking duties of the hotel.

And now for everyone's favorite types of foods and or flavors of stuff! Alastor-Def prefers more homecooked meals, doesn't matter what, if its homecooked, he will probably enjoy. Does however lean more towards spicy stuff. Man loves spicy dishes, be it a painful spice or a comforting one. Def knows all types of Louisiana cooking and is so happy to share them to others.

Charlie-More on the sweeter side of things. Probably has a love of homecooked food too, mainly like breakfast foods I imagine. But probably also likes fruity stuff too (haha get it because she's the daughter of the Morningstar aka the Devil, the one responsible for Adam and Eve eating the Forbidden Fruit //bonked). Probably loves more baked good spices too? So like cinnamon apple stuff would be her favs

Vaggie-Spice and bitter girlie I imagine personally. She will take her coffee black with a spot of cream or milk while chomping on ghost pepper dusted chips like it was nothing. Can also, for some reason, see Vaggie was a soup girlie. Idk, she gives soup girl vibes. Probably loves spicy veggie soups that just warm you up. Ignoring the fact they are in hell and hell is probably already super hot.

Angel Dust-Def ate like junkie munchie foods. Like cheap, really gross and greasy food. Didn't like it, but it hit the spot. If not that, then super healthier, lean foods, since lets be honest, Valentino would his workers on extreme health diets so they would stay "pretty", so the whiplash of foods probs wrecked Angel's stomach. Now, while trying to go sober and in a safer and healthier environment, Angel def enjoys trying to cook Italian food he remembers his pa or ma making. Would like baking more me thinks

Husk-Bar food. Husk is like Angel, he is eating junkie bar food to use the grease to curve his later hangover. Maybe not as much anymore, but its still there. Alastor does get on him, now more so in a place of concern for Husk's well being. Honestly probs better just making drinks but I can see Husk knowing how to work the kitchen too. Def the type to go to if you have the late night munchies since he knows how to make the most killer late night meals

Nifty-Sugar. Just. Pure. Sugar. She is the type to dump marshmallow fluff on a pizza its that insane. She knows how to cook, sure! And she can cook well with others, yes! Alone in the kitchen? Haha no. Your food is gonna somehow end up in lime jello and taste like you liked the bottom of Willy Wonka's boot. Just dont.

Sir Pentious-Probably doesnt really mind anything. As a snack he def has a more meat based diet which took some time to get used too. Probably likes more mild to bitter foods than anything else. Like the Brit he is, he is def drinking tea with everything. Probs also likes egg based dishes since some snakes do eat eggs. Probably mainly bird eggs, like quill or chicken. So egg bois are safe!

Lucifer-Dont think Luci has a pref. For a good long while it was just whatever he could find in the kitchen after staying locked up in his workshop for days on end. So bowls of dry cereal or pb&js to name a few. It took being forced out of his workshop by Alastor (and seeking therapy by Alastor and Charlie's request yeas later) that Lucifer started to eat more. Like his daughter he loves fruity sweets, and as a given likes pancakes. Probs makes killer cinnamon apple pancakes.

Vox-Probs cheating to say Alastor's cooking, but it is Alastor's cooking. Def has more of a spice tolerance than other Voxs hfdsjkf. Outside of that, probably any more homey foods. Or cheaper stuff like ramen since he never wanted to leave his room at V Towers. Def survived on energy drinks that tasted horribly sweet but kept him going at the tower too. You can imagine his utter joy when at the hotel when he just got to eat proper cooked food again, especially Alastor's

-⚔️ anon

Cinnamon apple for Charlie makes so much sense, she'd probably have begged to get that one cereal that claimed to be cinnamon apple but was kinda mid

All of this feels so incredibly canon and accurate, your MIND

#ask #⚔️ anon #radioguard au #hazbin hotel

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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Characters I wanna stuff in my mouth and nom nom :D

1. Morell & Shags, deadly pretty mushrooms yum yum, deep fried in batter to make tempura mushrooms

2. Belo, I feel like he would taste like chicken or any fancy bird, roasted like the Christmas turkey

3. Livius, laffy taffy man, chew him raw and pull as I bite to see how long he stretches

4. Magus, Glauk & Ivana, ssaaashimi

5. Krulu, Mother, I wonder what gods taste like

6. Zizz, I feel like he has the best texture, like cotton candy or marshmallows, just soft and pillowy and lovely to chew

7. Obie, Mervin, Cero, any way, any size, any serving, I just really like them and want them to be in me in more ways than one

(violent urge anon)p.s. I really loved the new fic you made! Scratches that itch in brain that goes aaaaAAaaAaaa

[Thank yeee, <;7]

TW: Gore; Cannibalism.

1. Make sure you fry Morell well, don't wanna get poisoned now, do you? Also, wring the ink out of Shags' cap before you do anything or you really will die of ink poisoning...;

2. Oof, just thinking about all that work plucking his wings and getting rid of the hair. Maybe remove the wings while he's alive, make him watch it;

3. With no bones on his arms and legs, you really can twist him into some elegant shapes. If you want to make any of these losers into a pretty, elegant plate- Then I'd suggest him first;

4. Magus is a squid monster, you can make aaall sorts of meals, I recommend the use of teriyaki. Glauk probably tastes very weird, he's a blend of species, I'm not even sure he'd be a good meal. They say shark meat has a hint of sweetness, maybe Ivani would make a good shark steak?;

5. I'm fairly certain eating a god would forever break your mind into complete hysteria. Your ears would ring like whistling shrieks and your eyeballs would sizzle to ash. You die with a smile on your bared teeth, consumed by madness;

6. I think Zizz would just melt on your mouth. Whether you're picturing marshmallow or the most tender of steaks, it's something so divine you almost don't want to swallow it. You'll cry as you eat, because you know your meal will be over eventually.

7. Mervin tastes like sour grapes because he's an asshole to the core. Cero is probably so bitter you'll spit him out, or die with a piece of him lodged in your throat. Obie is likely a very fulfilling, enriching meal!

#Obie oc #Mervin oc #Cero oc #Morell oc #Shags oc #Livius oc #Zizz oc #Magus oc #Glauk oc #Ivani oc #Belo oc #Krulu oc #Mother Miara

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cjsarchive · 2 months

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Can you write some Sam smut? If you aren't comfortable writing smut, then some Sam fluff? I'd really appreciate it!

So, I’m asexual lol. Because of that, I feel like any smut I write is gonna be pretty bad since I myself don’t experience sexual attraction😭 I wrote this Sam fluff instead and I hope you enjoy it!

Food Fight! Sam x Reader

“Ugh! Can you just let me win one time?!” I shouted in frustration at the tv. Sam laughed as he made it over the finish line in first place. I finished barely in 7th place. “My character won’t do what I tell it to do!”

“Typical, blame the game.” Sam smirked at me.

“One more round.” I pursed my lips in determination. Sam gave me an amused smile,

“Fine. Have fun losing again.” I ignored him and sat upright, my whole focus on Mario Kart.

At the start of the next round, I managed to take the lead at the start. “I’m in the lead!” I cheered.

“Don’t get too excited.” Sam chuckled. My character was hit with a turtle shell and I very quickly went from 1st to 4th place.

“No! Someone hit me!”

“That was me, doofus.” He reached over and briefly ruffled my hair. I growled. The game eventually ended and I finished in 5th place while Sam won 1st again.

“Damn, this is starting to get a little embarrassing.” Sam said teasingly. I playfully pushed him as he fell back on the couch laughing. He sat up, put his arm around my shoulder, and kissed my forehead. I sighed.

“I don't know why I’m so bad at this game.”

“I keep telling ya you gotta drift!”

I chucked and smiled at him, “Whatever,” I set the controller down, finally accepting my defeat after 10 losses in a row. I fanned myself. “All that yelling got me hot,” I thought for a second, “I want ice cream.”

“You wanna make some sundaes?” We bought stuff to make sundaes a few days ago and have yet to make them.

“Yeah, let’s do it!”

We went to the kitchen and got out two big bowls, the ice cream, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, marshmallow syrup, bananas, cherries, whipped cream, and Sam got some peanut m&ms for his sundae.

“How bout another competition?” I asked Sam. He gave me a smirk and listened, “Whoever can make the tallest sundae in 10 minutes, wins. And it has to be completed, toppings and all.”

“What will I get when I win?” Sam asked with a cocky grin on his face.

I rolled my eyes, “Winner gets to pick the movie we watch while we eat our ice cream. And no powers,” I said sternly, “Deal?” I held out my hand for him to shake.

He smiled his toothy grin and shook my hand, “Deal.” I smiled at him.

I grabbed my phone and set the timer for 10 minutes, “Alright, let’s go!” I started the timer and we both immediately started scooping the ice cream. We had tubs of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream. I struggled to scoop the still frozen ice cream. I groaned in frustration, “It's gonna take at least five minutes just to scoop all the ice cream.”

“That must suck.” Sam chuckled. I looked over to see he already had a considerable amount of ice cream in his bowl.

“Hey! I said "no powers!”

Sam laughed at my shocked face, “I’m not using my powers, doofus!” It finally dawned on me that, even without powers, Sam was still way stronger than me. There was no way I would win, but I was still gonna put up a fight.

I grabbed the chocolate syrup and gushed it in his direction. He stepped back and looked down at his shirt in surprise.

I laughed, “Oops! Sorry!” While he was stunned for a moment, I took the opportunity to scoop as much ice cream in my bowl as possible.

“Oh, its like that?” I heard him say. I didn’t get much ice cream in my bowl before I felt something drizzle on my back. I quickly turned around to see Sam holding the caramel syrup. He smiled innocently before it sprayed more and it landed on my cheek. He quickly went back to his sundae. I smiled cheekily as a silly idea came into my mind. As subtle as I could, I grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed a big glob in my hand. “What are you doing, doof-“ as Sam turned around, I shoved the whipped cream in his face. I bent over and held my stomach in laughter as he stood there frozen in shock.

“I know how much you love whipped cream.” I barely said through my laughter. Sam wiped his eyes and he began laughing wildly.

“Oh its on now!” He grabbed two handfuls on ice cream from his bowl and threw them in my direction. I gasped as two big stains appeared on my shirt. I grabbed both the marshmallow and chocolate syrup and fired both at him as he threw more ice cream at me.

Soon enough, we were both covered in ice cream cream and dripping with toppings when the timer went off. Its then when we realised what we were supposed to be doing. Sam and I took a moment to assess the situation. There was no ice cream in our bowls, the kitchen was a mess, and we were a complete mess. I looked back up at Sam and started laughing so hard my stomach started hurting. Sam eventually joined in on my laughter, “Guess we got a bit carried away,” he chuckled. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I settled into his arms around me. A blush started to spread across his face before he leaned down and kissed me sweetly on my forehead, then the lips, “So, who won?”

“I say you won. I became a bit of a sore loser,” I smiled sheepishly. He smiled kindly at me and rested his head on my forehead, our foreheads sticking together from the mess. He sighed happily.

“I love you, doofus.” He said softly. I leaned up and kissed him again.

“I love you too, Sam.”

“I mean it. You make me so happy.” We got lost in each other’s eyes for a moment before he took another look around the kitchen then looked back at me.

“Shit, we really fucked this place up,” He sighed, “Alright then, I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“I’ll go get the shower ready for us,” I kissed him on the nose as his blushed slightly intensified.

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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Part 2

Kim Seungmin x Yang Jeongin

Word Count: 5681

Contents: blow jobs, very awkward!innie, very sweet!seungmin, inexperienced!innie, innie having self-deprecating thoughts, best friends to lovers

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“Hey.”

The voice made Jeongin jump and he spun around to see Seungmin standing in the entrance of the kitchen with his favourite mug. Jeongin thought he looked so cozy in his cream knit sweater, fluffy hair, and cute round glasses perched atop his nose. It was a pretty sight.

Even if Jeongin might have been avoiding Seungmin just a little bit the last few days.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to Seungmin or hang out with him. He did, very much so. It was simply the fact that seeing Seungmin meant his brain replaying the sounds of his moans and the feeling of his hand in his hair and truly Jeongin couldn’t seem to get the image of Seungmin’s face as he came out of his mind.

Not that he was trying to.

But all that was to say it was all just a little… distracting.

“H-Hey,” Jeongin mumbled, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he turned his attention back to making his hot chocolate. He heard Seungmin come over next to him and watched as he checked how much water was in the kettle before turning it on.

“Are you busy?” Seungmin asked casually.

“Not really,” Jeongin said, carefully placing mini marshmallows in his drink.

“Wanna watch a movie with me?”

Jeongin wondered if he should eat some milkweed or butterfly bush at this point to feed the volume of them that had taken up residence in his stomach at Seungmin’s question. He really shouldn’t be downright giddy at a very normal suggestion from his best friend and yet…

“What movie?” Jeongin mused, hoping he sounded chill and not too eager.

“One of those dumb, holiday movies.” Jeongin could hear the grin in his voice. “It’s more fun if I have someone to make fun of it with.”

Jeongin spared a glance at Seungmin and shot him a grin. “Sure, sounds more fun than scrolling on my phone anyway.”

“Great,” Seungmin said. “My tea will be ready in a few minutes but you can head to my room if you want.”

“Sure thing,” Jeongin took his mug in his hands before heading down the hallway. He hesitated for a moment before pushing Seungmin’s door open gently with his elbow and padding slowly into the room.

He was careful as he set his mug down on Seungmin’s bedside table before looking around the room. He’d seen it plenty of times, it wasn’t like it was anything new. But it felt different. Or maybe he felt different. He didn’t know which it was. There was something about having sucked his friend off in this room, how closely acquainted his knees had become with the floor, how the room smelled like Seungmin. There was something about it all that made him feel nervous and giddy and like a lovesick fool.

Lovesick…

Jeongin ignored his thoughts, opting to stare intently at the books on his bookshelf while playing with his sleeve nervously. It wasn’t like anything else had to happen. He had asked for a favour and received it, nevermind what Seungmin said. Maybe he didn’t even mean it. And even if he did, wouldn't he get tired of it at some point? Would he really want Jeongin constantly asking him for sexual favours? What would that even make their relationship? Friends with benefits or something?

Jeongin was torn from his thoughts as Seungmin entered the room.

“Having fun?” Seungmin snorted.

“J-Just- uh- nothing. Just zoning out,” He mumbled.

Seungmin made his way over to the bed and scooted closer to the wall before patting the spot next to him. “Well I suggest you come over here and at least zone out while drinking your hot chocolate.”

“Not a bad idea,” Jeongin said, desperately trying to appear chill.

He did as Seungmin said, settling onto the comfy bed while Seungmin queued up the movie on his laptop and Jeongin became hyper aware of how little space there was between them. It felt like there was some kind of electricity in the air, making goosebumps raise along his skin as he thought of how easy it would be to lean into him, touch him, hold his hand.

“You ready to start?” Seungmin hummed.

“Sure,” Jeongin said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

Jeongin rested back against the pillows, holding his mug in both hands. He glanced at the movie as it started playing, trying to focus on the opening sequence and not on Seungmin. He was far too distracted for his own good. Maybe he never should have asked Seungmin in the first place. Maybe he'd be like this forever, unable to treat his best friend like a normal friend.

"I love the settings for these movies," Seungmin chuckled, as if he knew Jeongin needed something to refocus him. "They make up some random country in Europe but everyone simply speaks English with a British accent."

"It's pretty dumb," Jeongin agreed. "Isn't this one about a princess and a peasant switching places?"

"I don't think peasant has been the right term for like 400 years." Seungmin snorted.

"Well what else would you call her?" Jeongin questioned.

"I don't know, commoner? Normal person?" He laughed.

"Peasant sounds better," Jeongin huffed.

The constant commentary over how dumb the movie was helped ease Jeongin’s mind. He wasn't quite so focused on Seungmin’s closeness. He could talk to him like a normal friend and put everything else from his mind. They spent the better part of the movie pointing out anything that didn't make sense or was otherwise ridiculously convenient. He giggled and laughed with Seungmin throughout most of the movie.

Until Seungmin’s hand landed on his thigh as he leaned his weight into Jeongin’s shoulder. He felt the heat rising on his skin at the simple contact, the after effect of Seungmin laughing hard at some joke that had quickly slipped from Jeongin's mind, wiped clean after feeling his touch.

Maybe it would have been fine if he returned to his position after that. Maybe if he sat back up properly. But Seungmin didn't do that. His hand didn't move, staying on Jeongin’s thigh as he let out a sigh. His shoulder pressed against Jeongin’s. He did it so casually it made Jeongin’s heart flutter.

His mind felt like it was full of static. Not one thought was making it through and the movie still playing wasn't making it past his eyes, let alone anywhere near his brain. He tried to keep his breathing normal and relax his body, lest Seungmin notice and pull away. Despite how much it was affecting him he didn't want to lose the contact. He hazarded a glance at Seungmin and felt his heart skip several beats as he took in the sight of his hair falling in his face, eyes a little sleepy as he watched the screen. He was so close Jeongin could kiss him. He could cup his cheek and turn his face and press his lips to Seungmin’s. He couldn't help remembering the feeling of Seungmin's lips on his and it made him squirm.

Seungmin shifted, glancing at Jeongin. "You okay?"

Jeongin met Seungmin’s glance for a moment. Lips parting though he couldn't think of any words. His gaze quickly fell to Seungmin’s pretty, pink, plush lips. Something Seungmin seemed to notice as he smirked.

"Having a hard time focusing today?" He teased.

"No- uh-" Jeongin met Seungmin’s eyes, tearing his gaze away from the pretty lips he wanted so badly against his own. "I'm just tired."

"Ah," Seungmin sat up properly and Jeongin bit back his whine at the loss of warmth, though there was still a hand on his thigh. "Okay, did you wanna head to bed?"

"I'm good," Jeongin assured him.

Seungmin glanced at his laptop and Jeongin followed his gaze. The credits were rolling up the screen.

"Well," Seungmin mused. "If you're tired but not tired enough for bed, what do you wanna do now?"

Despite his attempts at self control, Jeongin’s gaze drifted back down to Seungmin’s lips. He couldn't seem to help himself and once again Seungmin noticed. This time though, his smile in response was soft.

"You know you can say it." He spoke softly, squeezing Jeongin’s thigh. "You can tell me what you want. It's okay."

Jeongin’s heart did all manner of acrobatics at Seungmin’s words. His smile was reassuring and sweet. Jeongin let out a shaky breath as his heart started racing.

"W-Well that was just-"

"I meant it." Seungmin cut him off.

"Huh?"

"When I asked if you needed me to teach you anything else," Jeongin was sure Seungmin's gaze flickered to his lips for a second. "I meant it."

Jeongin blinked at him, sure his face was coloured with surprise. His mind was reeling and his body heating as possibilities whirled through his brain. "Y-You- You want to…"

Seungmin gave a small shrug. "I mean I wouldn't say no. So, if there's… something you've been wanting…”

Jeongin sat still as a statue for only a smattering of seconds but it felt like a small eternity to him as his heart hammered in his chest. Everything felt still as he processed the words that Seungmin was saying to him, as fantasies poured through his brain.

The wave of heat that followed, rushing down his spine and landing in the pit of stomach, was accompanied by his body moving forwards, lips crashing against Seungmin’s.

He grabbed at Seungmin’s hair, pressing close to him as Seungmin met his heated kiss. Maybe his own desperation was playing tricks on him but he was sure Seungmin was returning his kisses with just as much need as Jeongin had initiated them with. The hand on his thigh squeezed tighter as Seungmin slipped his tongue between Jeongin’s lips.

If he didn't know any better he would think that Seungmin wanted this just as bad as he did.

But of course, he knew better.

He played pretend anyway, shifting closer to Seungmin as his other hand found the man's shirt, gripping it tightly. Seungmin’s free hand found his waist and Jeongin felt the horrible hoard of butterflies set flight as Seungmin tugged at him.

He moved a little closer but Seungmin was still urging him closer. Jeongin pressed closer and closer, heat rushing through him each time he did so, not helped whatsoever by the small sighs that escaped Seungmin’s lips. He pressed as close as he could, leaving his thighs pressed tightly together so Seungmin didn't notice anything he did need to.

But Seungmin was still trying to get him closer. He was pulling more at his thigh now but there was really nowhere to go. Other than…

Jeongin felt his heart do something akin to a backflip off an acrobat's tightrope as he realised just where Seungmin wanted him to sit.

Heart hammering in his chest he took the plunge along with his heart and swung his leg over Seungmin’s lap, breaking the kiss in the process. When he took in Seungmin’s face he was sure his heart stopped for a moment. Heated gaze drifting up from Jeongin’s lips to his eyes. Hair messy and shirt wrinkled from Jeongin's wandering hands, glasses askew. His cheeks were tinted and lips kiss and love bite swollen. It was even more intoxicating than last time and Jeongin wondered if these feelings would only get stronger and stronger.

They were already nearly too big to ignore.

Jeongin bit down on his lip as he gently reached up to take off Seungmin’s glasses. The man smiled at Jeongin, squeezing his waist as Jeongin gently placed the glasses on the bed side table. When he brought his attention back to Seungmin’s face he was met with hands coming up to cup his face and a soft kiss. It made his heart flutter in a horribly wonderful way.

Perhaps he wasn’t feeling anything at all though. Perhaps he was simply having heart problems.

Yeah, sure.

He elected to ignore this pesky brain once again as Seungmin’s tongue pressed past his lips. His arms wounds around Seungmin’s neck and fingers dug into his hair as small sounds were muffled in slow, languid kisses. Less desperate and yet somehow more vulnerable. Jeongin’s kisses had been full of need. But Seungmin’s were full of want and it was messing with Jeongin’s head.

His mind was quickly distracted as Seungmin’s hands found his hips. The way he squeezed and held Jeongin was enough to make his cock twitch, his excitement all too obvious now if Seungmin pulled away and looked down, but it grew so much worse as Seungmin started to urge Jeongin to move with his touch. Jeongin hesitated at first, feeling heat rushing up his cheeks as, at the same time, it ran down to his cock. But Seungmin’s urging felt sure so he shallowly started grinding his hips down on Seungmin’s lap.

A whine left his own lips, embarrassingly needy, but Seungmin swallowed it in his kisses. He helped Jeongin set a pace, leaning back to rest against his pillows a little more and forcing Jeongin to lean into him more, a hand finding the wall behind him for support.

Maybe it was just because he didn’t want to have to sit up fully. Maybe he just wanted the support the pillows gave him. Or maybe he knew that if Jeongin leaned forward he would get much more satisfaction from dry humping him.

The thought made him dizzy. He prayed Seungmin did it for his own comfort because if he truly wanted Jeongin to get more from it? It made his heart skip beats again and again and at the same time made him feel hotter. It drew a whimper from his lips that he was thankful Seungmin took in without question. He thought if he was ever to be questioned, god forbid teased, about it he might explode.

It was hard not to be greedy, to be selfish with his own desires. His body was itching to grind down harder, to start chasing his high. Even if Seungmin had put him in this position he still felt like he ought to give him something from it. It wasn’t like with a partner where you just wanted them to feel good because you-

He stopped the thought in its tracks, focusing instead on a slower, rougher movement of his hips and how it drew a groan from Seungmin’s lips. When he did it again Seungmin broke away from the kiss, quickly ducking to Jeongin’s neck and sucking lightly against the skin.

Jeongin bit down hard on his bottom lip, taking everything in him to stay quiet as he squeezed his eyes shut. The sensation only added to his growing pleasure as he moved his hips more slowly and roughly and felt the desperate need for more. He was sure he could cum like this, grinding on his best friend, right into his pyjama pants, but he wanted more, even if it was greedy.

“Innie?”

Jeongin nearly came from the way Seungmin called the little nickname. The smooth, velvety tone, a little breathy, and dripping with arousal. It made his head spin and he swallowed hard before pulling back enough to look Seungmin in the eye, the intense lust in his gaze making Jeongin’s cock twitch. He let out a high pitched “uh huh?” to cover the whimper that was resting on the tip of his tongue, laced with the memory of Seungmin’s taste.

“Has anyone ever sucked you off?”

The way his heart felt like it hit his ribcage at that question nearly knocked the wind out of him. His jaw hung open and all that made it past his lips was the most embarrassing, needy, desperate whimper that he had ever uttered. Seungmin’s grin in response did nothing to help whatsoever.

“I’m taking that as a no.” Seungmin sat up slowly, bringing Jeongin with him. Jeongin sat back in Seungmin’s lap, at least managed to shut his mouth but felt his face burning from all manner of emotions. He tried to meet Seungmin’s gaze and failed miserably, instead focusing intently on a loose thread at the collar of Seungmin’s soft sweater. He choked back his whine with a cough as Seungmin gently took his chin and turned his face to look at him properly.

“Do you want to try?”

Jeongin didn’t trust his voice to create anything remotely intelligible. Instead, he nodded quickly, wide eyes taking in Seungmin’s slightly smug but mostly soft expression until he leaned in close. Jeongin let his eyes fall shut again as Seungmin gave him one last long, slow, lingering kiss before pulling away and gently shifting Jeongin, pushing him to sit where he could lay back against the pillows and resting between his legs.

Jeongin felt transfixed as Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose, then his neck, then his chest, slowly moving down his body. He felt the rush of arousal and the butterfly wings that refused to let up as they tickled the walls of his stomach. He couldn’t pull his gaze away even as his own insecurity was rising.

When he was between Seungmin’s legs he just wanted to do a good job and make sure he didn’t make a total fool of himself. He cared about how Seungmin felt and whether or not it was actually good for him. He could at least try to ignore his own pleasure and that was a little easier.

But now, as Seungmin settled between his legs, running his hands up Jeongin’s thighs and squeezing them while giving Jeongin an expectant look, he felt incredibly vulnerable. What if Seungmin thought his dick looked weird? What if he tasted weird? What if he made a really weird sound? What if he just reacted wrong somehow and it was the worst experience Seungmin ever had? What if he had a moment of clarity and wondered why he was doing this and decided never to talk to Jeongin ever again? What if- “You okay?” Seungmin rested his cheek against Jeongin’s clothed thigh, hand rubbing soothingly up his thigh and over his hip.

“Yeah,” Jeongin breathed, glancing away before looking back. “Just, u-uh…”He let out a shaky breath. Despite how badly he wanted Seungmin to think highly of him, to think he was cool and capable, Seungmin was soft with him. He was also his best friend. Even when some level of honesty was hard it must be okay, right?

“J-Just a little nervous,” Jeongin mumbled. “Thinking about it too much.”

Seungmin smiled at him softly. “Am I going too fast?”

Jeongin’s heart could have burst at the sweetness of Seungmin’s response. “No no it’s fine. I-I mean everything is good I just uh- I think-” He took a breath and felt thankful for Seungmin’s patience. “I think I’ll be nervous anyway s-so…”

“You still want to keep going?” Seungmin’s voice was laced with concern and the pesky butterflies were going wild. Jeongin was sure they fed on the warm fuzzy feelings that he kept getting.

“Yes,” He tried to sound sure of himself. “Just- um-”

“Don’t worry,” Seungmin hummed, smirking just a little as his fingers curled into Jeongin’s waistband. “I can be gentle.”

Jeongin was sure the flirting would be the death of him. He sputtered a little as his face burned and Seungmin chuckled to himself. He only made it worse as he pushed up Jeongin’s shirt, just enough to leave a chaste kiss against his lower stomach, before slowly pulling off his pyjama pants and boxers. Jeongin managed to lift his hips and laid back fully into Seungmin’s pillows, closing his eyes as he felt the fabric slip down his legs, nerves growing more every second.

He focused on the scent of Seungmin on his pillows and the way it made him feel comforted. Even as Seungmin pressed his legs open wider and settled between them Jeongin just tried to keep his breathing even despite how erratically his heart was beating. At Seungmin’s soft touch against his thighs, gentle and light as his fingers trailed over his skin, Jeongin felt his cock twitching. He bit down on his lip, feeling the way his cock was leaking and trying not to imagine Seungmin’s expression as he realized how truly needy Jeongin was.

He’s going to think you’re pathetic. He could never help the thoughts. They slipped into his brain all too easily. This turned on just from dry humping and kissing.

“Excited?” Seungmin mused and Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut tighter, throwing an arm over his face.

“P-Please don’t tease me.”

Truly pathetic. His voice was small and whiny and somehow just asking that made him want to disappear, regretting it the second it left his mouth.

“Hey.” Seungmin’s voice was incredibly soft. Jeongin felt Seungmin’s hand slip into one of his and squeeze it. “Innie, look at me. Please?”

Jeongin felt his heart jump right into his throat as he shifted his arm and peeked down at Seungmin who gave him a reassuring smile. His heart did the worst job of keeping time as Jeongin pressed his lips together, too afraid of how his voice would sound if he tried to use it again.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like, you know that right?”

Jeongin nodded, managing to keep his gaze locked with Seungmin’s. He squeezed his hand back just so Seungmin knew he understood.

“Okay,” Seungmin pressed a soft kiss to Jeongin’s inner thigh which drew a shaky breath from him. “Is it okay if I keep going?”

Jeongin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. He decided to keep his eyes open this time, watching as Seungmin wrapped his free hand around the base of his cock. A gasp left his lips at the sensation, so needy from everything working him up, from being back in here, from the scent of the pillows, from every damn look Seungmin had given him. Something so simple felt so good. Finally getting attention after so much waiting. A fantasy he never really thought could come true.

Seungmin’s tongue peeked out from between his lips, running along the underside of Jeongin’s cock in a long, slow movement. Jeongin couldn’t help the groan that slipped past his lips as he watched the sight, Seungmin’s soft, pretty eyes watching him through his lashes as his tongue drew along Jeongin’s cock, making it twitch in his hand.

Jeongin squeezed Seungmin’s hand, feeling comforted as Seungmin squeezed back while his face burned and the sensations of his tongue sent bolts of pleasure through Jeongin’s body. He brought his free hand up and stuffed his fingers into his mouth, hoping it would muffle the moans that were trying to force their way out of his throat.

Whether it was because he could tell just how needy Jeongin was, or because he was simply impatient himself, Seungmin wasted no more time as he wrapped his lips around the tip of Jeongin’s cock.

Jeongin let out a muffled moan around his fingers as Seungmin sucked on the tip of his cock, running his tongue around it. He struggled to keep his eyes open despite being intoxicated by the view of the soft, pink lips and how they looked as he pulled back and left a kiss. Seungmin met Jeongin’s gaze directly in a way that had the butterflies fluttering yet again.

Seungmin came down much further, taking half of Jeongin’s cock into his mouth and it was all he could do not to buck up and fuck into Seungmin’s mouth. His eyes rolled back as he took in the new sensation. Seungmin’s mouth was so warm and wet and utterly perfect like it was made just for his cock. He couldn’t even think of a better feeling, he was pretty sure nothing could ever feel better than this.

Jeongin squeezed Seungmin’s hand as his eyes screwed shut and he sucked on his fingers in lieu of moaning out at the feeling. He felt the slight trembling in his thighs as Seungmin set a steady pace, the movement of his hand slick with spit and matching that of his mouth taking a little more of Jeongin’s cock each time.

Each movement of Seungmin’s lips, and swish of his tongue, each hollowing of his cheeks was sending waves of pleasure through Jeongin’s form. Sure, no one had ever sucked him off before, but it wasn’t the first time anyone had ever touched him. Heated makeouts and grinding on beds and grabbing at each other but never quite getting any clothes off. Even a hand down his sweats more than once.

And yet nothing had ever felt as good as this. No one’s touch had ever had his back arching and hips threatening to buck up. No one else ever felt like they were so utterly perfect at this, like they knew his body by heart from the first touch. Never had anyone else’s touch made him so needy so quickly. His body was hot and in the pit of his stomach everything felt tight, muscles already tensing and Jeongin pulled his hand from his mouth, biting down hard on his lip and gripping the sheets with white knuckles, trying desperately to hold it together just a little longer.

He’s only good at this because he’s done it so much. Jeongin knew Seungmin had more experience than he did but he didn’t care about it, nor did he really care for the details. It didn’t matter to him if all of that meant Seungmin was here with him now, putting him on cloud nine with simple movements of his mouth.

You’re not special.

Jeongin willed every damn cell in his brain to ignore the thoughts it was spewing at him. He didn’t need those kinds of ideas running through his head.

Just another notch in his bed post.

The only saving grace of his stupid brain is it kept him from cumming quite as fast as he might have. Still, he forced his eyes open and every negative thought was wiped from his mind in an instant as he took in Seungmin’s warm brown eyes staring back at him as he took almost all of Jeongin’s cock into his mouth. His eyes fluttered as he stayed down for a moment, hollowing his cheeks and causing Jeongin’s lips to part in an embarrassingly loud moan.

Seungmin squeezed his hand and the warm rush of butterflies did nothing to help how turned on he was, nor did Seungmin’s heated but careful gaze, making sure Jeongin was feeling good. The pleasure was building more and more by the second and Jeongin felt right on the edge as Seungmin came back down on his cock, pace picking up just a little as if he knew.

“S-S- mmm-” Jeongin couldn’t manage an actual word as he shut his eyes again, falling back against the pillows and squeezing Seungmin’s hand as hard as he possibly could, hoping it would suffice as a warning that he was close, as if his trembling thighs and leaking cock weren’t giving it away.

Seungmin came fully off his cock. “Feeling good?” He hummed.

“Close-” He broke off into a hiss as Seungmin took his entire cock into his mouth, staying down for a moment before coming off.

“Cute,” Seungmin chuckled and Jeongin threw his free hand over his face as he groaned, quickly turning into a gasp as he was enveloped by Seungmin’s warmth again. It was driving him nuts, keeping him on the edge but he appreciated it, glad he could last just a little longer, seem just a little less pathetic in Seungmin’s eyes.

“Please,” Jeongin was barely able to think through the word before it fell from his lips, feeling natural.

“Please what?” Came Seungmin’s voice. “You think I won’t make you cum?”

He waited for a moment, hand still around the base of Jeongin’s cock and Jeongin found himself squeezing Seungmin’s hand again, unable to come up with anything else. All he knew is that he was close and though the ship was long gone he wanted to both cum, and seem cool and collected.

“Seungmin, please,” His voice sounded too whiny and embarrassment started to creep back in before Seungmin brought his mouth down again, taking only half of Jeongin’s cock. It was still enough to draw a moan from his lips. His body trembled at the way Seungmin sucked at his cock as he slowly pulled off, squeezing around him tightly. His whole body on edge now.

“I said- I-I said-”

“Right,” Seungmin hummed, voice too pretty and velvety in a way that was certainly bad for Jeongin’s cardiovascular health. “Don’t tease.”

Seungmin suddenly took Jeongin’s whole cock into his mouth and throat, letting out his own, unabashed moan around Jeongin.

It was finally enough to send him over the edge. He bucked up hard into Seungmin’s mouth as he cried out his name. His body shook as his release emptied into Seungmin’s mouth and Seungmin squeezed his hand comfortingly. A wave of pleasure washed through Jeongin making every inch of him tingle before the utter bliss followed. He dropped back against the bed, panting heavily and weakly keeping a hold on Seungmin’s hand as he heard him coughing a bit, taking a big breath as he pulled back off of Jeongin’s cock. He didn’t have any time to register that and worry about it before Seungmin’s tongue was on his cock again, lapping at the last of the release. His eyes flew open as he cried out and grabbed at Seungmin’s hair, pulling him back roughly from the sudden contact when he was so sensitive.

“S-Sorry,” Jeongin mumbled quickly. Seungmin looked just a little dazed as he processed the motion before meeting Jeongin’s gaze and giving him a smile, seeming to shake it off.

“No worries,” he said. “I’ll be more gentle, just relax.”

Only then did he let go of Jeongin’s hand. The lack of contact made his heart hurt in the worst way and he elected to pretend he felt nothing as he let his head fall to the side, watching Seungmin. He grabbed wet tissues from his drawer before sitting next to Jeongin. He gave him a reassuring look and squeezed his thigh before wiping up the last of the cum as gently as he could.

It didn’t stop Jeongin’s hips from bucking up as a whimper slipped past his lips. He brought his hands up to hide his face as Seungmin chuckled quietly, feeling his skin burning under his touch and wondering why he was so embarrassing about every single thing he did.

He let Seungmin pull his boxers and pyjama pants back up his legs before he climbed in the bed and wrapped his arms around Jeongin, pulling him against his chest. Jeongin hid his face in Seungmin’s neck instead of his hands and he wrapped his arms around his neck, unable to turn down the comfort at the moment. As Seungmin rubbed his back and he pressed against him he realized just how worked up Seungmin was too. Despite his own fatigue his body couldn’t seem to help its arousal at the realization.

Jeongin pulled back to look at Seungmin, feeling a little shy under his gaze.

“You’re still-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Seungmin was quick to cut him off.

“But-”

“Really,” he reassured. “Unless it bothers you, I don’t care.”

“N-No,” Jeongin mumbled. “I-If you’re okay.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” Seungmin hummed, hugging Jeongin closer to him again. “So, you like to say someone’s name when you cum, huh?”

Jeongin groaned, burying his face further into Seungmin’s neck. “You can’t tease me.”

“That’s only for when we have sex,” Seungmin chuckled. “Any other time is fair game.”

Jeongin let out a whine as his heart nearly burst and his head spun from Seungmin’s words. Sex? Well of course you could call it sex but something about thinking of it that way made his heart race. Did he just mean what they’d done? Did he mean more? Did he want more? Would he keep this up after Jeongin had tried all the things he wanted to? Would they just permanently add benefits to their friendship?

Why did his heart feel funny at that idea?

“I-I didn’t know that would happen,” he mumbled quietly.

“You’ve never done it before?”

Jeongin shook his head, curling more and more into Seungmin as shyness started to overtake him, the true clarity hitting him bit by bit. He had never uttered anyone’s name while fooling around before and he didn’t know why he was starting now. It came out of its own accord like every other moan.

“S-Sorry,” his voice was very quiet now.

“Don’t worry,” Seungmin rubbed his back, clearly trying to comfort him. “It’s cute. You sounded pretty.”

That was perhaps the last thing he needed to hear Seungmin say to him. He coughed to cover the whimper that nearly escaped him and let out a shaky breath as he tried to process the compliment, heart racing once again, trying to do a 100 metre dash right out of his chest.

“Th-Thanks.”

Seungmin ran his fingers through Jeongin’s hair soothingly for a few more moments before he shifted and let out a soft curse. Jeongin popped up from his comfy place on Seungmin’s chest and followed his gaze to the clock on the bedside table that showed just how late it was.

“We should get to bed,” Seungmin frowned.

“Oh yeah,” Jeongin stared at the clock for a moment longer before Seungmin’s intention clicked and his heart dropped. “R-Right. I’ll uh-”

“I’m gonna get washed up,” Seungmin said as they both sat up. “Do you mind running the dishes to the kitchen before you head to your room?”

“No, not at all.” He said, feeling a little numb as Seungmin pulled himself out of bed and grabbed some of his things.

“Just close the door behind you when you leave too, yeah?” He asked.

“Sure thing,” Jeongin mumbled, watching Seungmin until he was left alone in the room.

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