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luvyujun · 2 days

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unfair.

it’s all just so unfair. why won’t you give him a chance??

park wonbin. 18+ cheater!wonbin.

note — this has been sitting in my drafts since forever now. back when i didn’t post type of forever. older format but i kinda like it. and it has small dick wonbin because i was(and still am) obsessed with the concept and i’ve been seeing it a lot lately so i thought why not post this. the difference between 19 yr old yana and 20 yr old yana is nonexistent. sub!bin still rots my mind like a parasite 🥸

the scene was so embarrassing.

wonbins’ muffled cries and pleas of forgiveness leaked into your apartment through the cracks of the wooden door. watching as your doorknob violently shook and your door creaked with each rushed movement — you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed for him. listening to the jumble of words that he strung together, his intense reaction made you realize how your own emotions were severely delayed. the shock finally setting in as he stood outside your apartment door, yelling for forgiveness. the events unfolded in your mind with every rough yank of the handle and dry heave that came from his mouth.

the way he tried to explain himself after getting caught with a girl, the girl he told you not to worry about, in between his legs. the way he tried to convince you that it wasn’t what it looked like. the way he started to cry when you walked out his apartment without sparing him another word. the way he followed you back to your own and was now begging to be let in.

he was hysterical.

“please just let me in..” voice hoarse, you almost felt bad. fingers itching to open the door for him — because he was still yours, right? it was just a mistake, wasn’t it? against all better judgment, you hand was wrapped around the cold metal and the door was slowly opening. creaking and groaning on its hinges, wonbin surprisingly waited until the wooden barrier was gone and he could finally see your face. your dry face, void of any tears. but also void of any hint of anger.

throwing himself onto your body, his hands gripped onto your body. head finding itself into the crook of your neck — searching for some type comfort. comfort that he didn’t deserve, but comfort that he inevitably got. while your arms wrapped around his waist, his tears soaked your shirt and dampened the skin underneath.

“i swear i-i didn’t mean it..” his voice shaky, wonbin gathered the fabric of your shirt in between his fingers when he felt your body peeling away from his. eventually letting you go, his hands wrapped around his torso, where your arms once were. the lack of physical touch making him nervous. you’d always hug him when he did something wrong, you’d always comfort him when he hurt you and whisper into his ear that it was okay and that you forgive him.

so why aren’t you doing it now.

the silence was almost too loud, a ringing in his ears as he waited for your voice to replace the headache inducing noise. watching your lips repeatedly fall open, only to quickly close once more. his patience slowly thinning the longer you took to give him an answer. when you took a step back, his eyes darted down to your feet — quickly focusing back onto your face. watching as your once calm expression morphed into one of anger? irritation? disgust? maybe it was all the above.

whatever it was, he wasn’t used to it. you never had reacted in such a manner and it scared him blue. as you stepped back, he stepped closer. clammy hands reaching out to you before you could step too deep into your home. “please, i can fix things…” wrapping his arms around your shoulders, wonbin hunched forward. bringing his swollen lips to meet yours, quickly losing himself as you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. the control he once had, slowly slipped away from him.

pushing his body away once more, all he would do was whine and chase your lips. with the lack of touch again, it finally dawned upon him that you hadn’t said a single word to him. simply letting the situation unfold in-front of you. before he could comment on the lack of your vocalization, his body was being dragged through the air. being forcefully pushed down onto your couch, air knocked from his body as he was seated in the same position that he was caught in. legs spread, head knocking against the back cushions of the couch, and his arms hanging loosely on his sides.

situating yourself onto his lap, his hands snaked up your waist — only to be slapped back down to his sides. swallowing hard, wonbin kept his hands curled up on his sides. “you know wonbin,” hooking your fingers around the waistband of his sweats, his body twitched when your cold fingers pressed against his torso. “i’ll be honest, ‘m not surprised you had to go find someone else to suck this excuse of a dick.” eyes wide and teary from your words. he found himself staying silent.

yanking at his pants, wonbin lifted his hips in response. the fabric pooled just below his hips, letting his dick spring out. you’d had seem it all before, in all its not-so-great glory.

ironic he was the one to cheat first.

wrapping your palm around him, it nearly disappeared in your grasp. his tip just barely poking out the top of your hand.

hot tears ran down his face as your hand continued to slowly jerk and pull at his aching dick. squirming underneath your body weight, his hands gripped onto your shoulders from the overstimulation. bucking up into your fist, a choked whine slipped through his swollen lips. “please, no more..” pushing at your arm, wonbins’ eyes screwed shut. attempts at getting away from your body falling flat.

“you were the one that wanted to cheat, so you’re gonna sit here and take it.”

note - was reading this over and decided to change the ending. i was onto something back then and i will continue to preach that men with smaller dicks deserve attention too🙏🏽‼️

#luvyujun #riize #park wonbin #riize wonbin #riize smut #riize angst #riize park wonbin #sub wonbin #kinda #i liked this #i liked this a lot

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sminiac · 2 days

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p1harmony as classmates who have a crush on you?

⋆ Y. Keeho

Keeho isn’t direct or loud about having a crush on you at all, especially if you aren’t already friends. I’d say he’s the type of person that puts in the effort to make it seem like he doesn’t even like you in general, let alone a crush, but it’s all an illusion so both you and everyone else will be completely thrown off track. He doesn’t want to be peer pressured, or rushed into something super serious, so he’ll start dropping the tiniest hints here and there, slowly building himself- as well as your friendship up before he even thinks about confessing. He’d start by simply saying hi, and good morning to you everyday, the more you start interacting with each other the more he wants to see you. Invites you to any of his important events, also frequently asks “Where’s Y/n?” Whenever you aren’t present at any hangouts.

Reminder of members under the cut!

⋆ C. Taeyang

Unlike Keeho, Theo doesn’t feel the need to completely hide his budding feelings for you, he’s just so comfortable around you that he’s quite open about his interest in you. He isn’t overbearing or overly shy, but the quick compliments he gives you at random are quite dizzying, sometimes you have to take some time to regain balance because of some of the things he says and does, they aren’t promiscuous or inappropriate in the slightest, you just don’t expect to be told that he likes every slight change to your appearance everyday from him of all people, or the way he lightly drags a hand at your waist when he abruptly stops to tell you.

⋆ C. Jiung

He’s very protective of you right from the beginning, especially if you’re younger than him— like, borderline territorial. You’re needing any kind of help with your work? Don’t even bother asking around for someone that’s available, because he’s right in front of you, look no further! Even if you’re in different classes he’s the kind of guy to go out of his way to help you out, and for the most part it’s an excuse to see you, of course, but his little crush starts becoming more apparent when he’s coming to find you every lunch break, taking you from class so you can eat together somewhere more (private) comfortable, even bringing you small snacks and drinks here and there as a surprise.

⋆ H. Intak

Uses his familiarity with sports to his advantage, what does this imply? Well, that he’s showing off whenever you’re in the same vicinity as him of course. You’re sitting at your desk, minding your own business and here’s Intak, juggling a soccer ball inside of the classroom. Fools around a lot just to get your attention, but at the same times he’s easily flustered when you’re actually watching whatever it is he’s doing, which— eventually he somehow ends up embarrassing himself, like he loses control of the ball from his nerves, resulting in him accidentally kicking it straight at your face. The apologies would be profuse, but you’d most likely sucker his school practice jersey from him in result of his stupidity, and a few vending machine runs together in return as a way for him to make it up to you ;3

⋆ H. Shota

Oh my gosh, the cutest thing ever. It’s the kind of situation where he knows he has a crush on you, you know he has a crush on you, and so does everybody else! Soul himself doesn’t think that he’s entirely loud or vocal about it, but he does go out of his way to include you in conversations, also says things that he knows will make you laugh, or does things he knows you find cool. Typically offers to do class chores/tasks with you, will whisper an answer to you if you’re struggling, always asks you first if there’s a buddy system being used for a project, you’re just his person for everything!

⋆ K. Jongseob

Teasing, love love loves teasing you and making you feel all hot in the face, or when he’s successfully made you nervous by whatever it is he’s doing, it’s even better when you start gaining the confidence to do it back. Will make eye contact with you even if you’re on the other side of the classroom just because he likes seeing how easily distracted you become by him, enjoys it even more if you start squirming . I know a lot of people would assume that bro has no game but he has game !!! I feel it in my bones, he knows something! He’s so “Yeah Y/n, pay attention.” Whenever you’re being called out for not facing the teacher, I also know some will find it corny but I live for this shit! He’s so school crush to me.

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youaresimplylovely · 15 hours

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Baby Girl.

Pairings: Carlos Sainz x Wife! Reader

Summary: Carlos has such a baby girl wife

Words: 616

Proofread!!

A/N: here's a one shot for u guys, I plan to make more and this is not connected to my story "Fast and Fabulous: A Driven Love" chapter 7 will be uploaded tomorrow:)

People say in yours and Carlos' relationship, Carlos is and will always be the "baby girl". But your husband begs to disagree. In his point of view, you're the "baby girl" in the relationship. Well he says that in a good way. He knows in himself that his face card is very babygirlism but his wife, you shows a lot more of that.

"babyyy, where are you" You chirp, looking around the house with a pout on your face and a pink ribbon in your hand.

"I'm here baby" Carlos says from the living room, his eyes shifted from the tv to the stairs as he waits to see you go downstairs.

Your eyes widened with cuteness on your face. Sparkles could be seen on your eyes, hurrying to go downstairs to see Carlos smiling at you. He pats the area next to where he was sitting on the couch.

"There you are!" You say full of gleam and excitement. Sitting next to your husband, you look at him sweetly, fluttering those pretty eyelashes of yours.

"Yes? What does my baby need?" He says in a playful tone. Eventually looking back at the tv while watching the game of Real Madrid last week, still making sure to pay attention to you.

"Can I wrap a ribbon around your bicep?" You giggle, kicking your feet as you look at your husband with a big pout and the best puppy eyes you could ever give. You knew he couldn't say no to you.

He was caught off guard by your words, it's not that he dislikes it but he found your cute behaviour amusing. "A ribbon? On my bicep?" He laughs softly, turning his head to look at you. Soft hands caressing your cheeks.

"yeah! Can I? Pleaseeeee" you hold his hands that were on your cheeks, still giving him that pout and your puppy eyes.

God, Carlos would be lying if he said he didn't want to but he did. He loved your cute behaviour and all of these things you did. You really had him wrapped around your finger. He couldn't say no to you.

A chuckle comes out of his mouth and so does a content sigh. Gently taking his hands off your cheek as he rolls up the sleeve of his t - shirt revealing his biceps that God did you love so much.

"here baby" He smiles at you softly, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yay!!" You let out all the excitement in you. Smiling happily, you take the pink ribbon as you gently tie it around his biceps.

Carlos chuckled, he flexed his bicep causing the ribbon you tied to break. He giggles at your reaction that his strong muscles broke the cute pink ribbon you tied.

"Carlos!!" You whine, furrowing your eyebrows at him. You cross your arms pouting as you look at the broken ribbon.

"Ay baby I was kidding, you can put another one." He laughs, kissing your cheek looking at your with a big smile.

Your frowning and pouting soon faded once you re tied the ribbon. Sighing softly, you wrap your arm around his bicep. Gently laying your head against his shoulder.

"maybe I can tie your car keys with a pink ribbon too." You giggle, scooting in closer with him as much as possible.

Carlos chuckles at the thought of that but he liked it. It would mean having a reminder that you were always there with him in his car rides.

"whatever you want babygirl." He smiles softly, realizing how lucky he is with you. Then again he was right, you were the baby girl in the relationship but you were his baby girl.

#f1 #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz one shot #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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allyallyorange · 3 days

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Yunho The Human

AT AU is back with another little story written by @nnnnnnnothingtoseehere

How Yunho ends up in Universe A

Master Post for AT AU

“You should spend more time with Jongho,” his mom says. “Take him somewhere on your day off, like you used to.”

Yunho almost snorted at that, but manages to hold it back. It was too early in the day for another fight with his parents, especially after the previous night.

It had started the same way it always did, with his dad making some off handed comment about what Yunho should be doing with his life but clearly wasn’t.

He hadn’t even tried to hold back the biting response then, and things quickly devolved.

It had made him want to scream because they acted like he should just get over himself and move on with his life, like that was something easy or possible to do.

Yunho didn’t know how to explain to them the way his chest ached all the time, or how hard it was to get out of bed every morning. He knows they would say he should be moving on, especially after so many years.

After all, Jongho was fine. Jongho, who lost his parents. Yunho should be fine; he only lost his best friend, after all. Jongho is more than fine; he seems to be the next Albert Einstein at the age of twelve. He’s bright and smart and good at studying; in other words, everything Yunho isn’t.

It hurts more than Yunho will admit to be surpassed in every single category by a twelve year-old.

“You guys used to be so close,” his mom continues. She is washing dishes at the sink, with her back to Yunho. “He’s been through a lot, you know. It would be a shame if the two of you grew apart now.”

Yunho resists the urge to inform her that he’s been through a lot too, and maybe doesn’t want to spend time with the tiny little prodigy who is better than him in every way, including dealing with grief.

When he doesn’t respond, his mother eventually turns around to look at him.

“Did you hear me, Yunho?”

“Yeah,” Yunho mumbles, dragging his spoon through his cereal. “I heard.”

It’s already going soggy, and Yunho almost feels sorry for the limp bits of cereal floating around. He feels like that most of the time these days.

“You really should take him somewhere,” his mom says in that vaguely hopeful tone that Yunho has come to dread. “Get hot chocolate with him or something. Something fun, to get you both out of the house.”

“Fine,” Yunho is answering before he even realizes what he’s saying. “I’ll ask him.”

The smile his mom gives him just makes him feel worse. She looks so hopeful, like this will actually be the thing that gets Yunho’s life back on track.

He doesn’t bother to correct her. He’ll disappoint her soon enough.

Of all places, Jongho wants to go to the library.

Yunho just gapes at his cousin, finally asking what on earth he wants to do at the library.

Jongho rattles off some answer that goes straight over Yunho’s head. The kid is probably researching advanced particle physics for fun, or something similarly nerdy and genius.

“Fine,” Yunho sighs. “Let’s go.”

You could have cut the tension in the car with a knife. Yunho finally turns the radio up, desperate to listen to something other than the constant parade of guilt and self-criticism that makes up his thoughts.

Jongho didn’t say anything, just fidgeting with his gloves in the passenger seat.

He practically bolts out of the car the second Yunho puts it in park, disappearing through the library doors before he can even get fully out of his seat.

Figures. Yunho wouldn’t want to hang out with himself either.

He trails after Jongho, making a vain attempt to stomp some of the melting snow off his shoes before stepping into the library.

Yunho hasn’t been here in ages, and he takes a deep breath on instinct. The smell of books is comforting, and he takes a moment to just soak it in.

Everything is smaller than he remembers, but he’s definitely had several growth spurts since he was last here. The kid sized reading tables look ridiculously small, and Yunho can’t believe he ever fit in the seats.

He would come here with Mingi, mostly during the summer when they were bored. They would sit for hours and read every comic book the library had, until the words spun off the page or they fell asleep.

Yunho shakes his head violently, trying to dislodge the memories. This is why he doesn’t leave the house; they would roam all over town. He can’t go anywhere without being reminded of him.

It takes him way too long to find Jongho. The kid is sitting at one of the tables in the reference section, almost invisible behind a stack of at least five hefty books. Yunho quickly gives up on reading the title of the one in Jongho’s hands when he doesn’t even know what the first word means.

He flops down across the table from Jongho, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He is just opening one of his mobile games when a pointed ‘ahem’ gets his attention.

Jongho is glaring at him from across the table, face scrunched comically.

“What?” Yunho asks, earning a furious hiss from his cousin.

“We’re in the library,” Jongho whispers pointedly. “Talk quietly.”

“My bad,” Yunho mutters, glancing back down at his phone.

“This is a library,” Jongho repeats in a biting whisper. “Find a book to read.”

Yunho blinks at him for a long moment, weighing out the amount of energy it would take to actually fight him on this.

You’re supposed to be bonding with him, his mom's voice whispers in his head. Fighting would definitely not do that.

“Fine,” he grits out. “I’ll get a book.”

He stands up, pushing his chair away from the table with exaggerated care. Jongho watches him seriously, only looking back down at his book when Yunho actually begins to look at the nearby shelves.

Nothing in this section is remotely interesting, and Yunho wanders aimlessly in search of something decent. He almost doesn’t stop when he passes an end display of fairy tales, but something about the bright covers has his feet slowing almost on his own.

He knows he’s too old for fairy tales at this point. He knows better than most that happy endings are pure fiction; the real world is much worse.

The book at the top of the display looks different from the rest, and he picks it up on whim. Flipping it open, he expects bright pictures and ornate pages, all accompanying a predictably bland story about princes and princesses and happily ever afters.

It quickly becomes apparent that the book in his hands is anything but that. It doesn’t even look like it’s a fairy tale, really. It seems more like a guide to being a hero, and Yunho finds himself reading more and more while just standing there.

He knows it’s dumb, and that he should find some actually helpful book probably called something like “How To Fix Your Life For Dummies.” But deep down, he knows he just wants to think about something other than his shitty life. Some weird book that takes itself way too seriously may be a cheap bit of escapism, but Jongho clearly won’t let him burn a couple of hours on his phone.

Tucking the book under his arm, Yunho returns to where he left Jongho. The kid hasn’t moved, but has switched books. There’s no way he read it that fast, but Yunho honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

Doing his best to ignore his cousin, Yunho sits back down and opens up the book again. It’s not a difficult book to read, and he is soon comfortably lost in a vaguely nonsensical chapter about how to kiss a princess.

The book is simple, but it’s just enough to keep him from thinking about anything else. It’s honestly nice to sit here and escape for a while, and before long he’s more than halfway through. He has to skip some sections that seem to be written in entirely different languages, as well as a few that are just covered in symbols and diagrams that don’t make any sense.

Yunho is just about to turn the page when he realizes the pages of the book look like they’re sparking, somehow. He pauses, watching as what look like little white sparks jump off the page, bouncing harmlessly off his clothes and the table.

He is just beginning to open his mouth to ask Jongho if he’s losing his mind when the sparks begin to pour off the book, increasing in brightness.

Yunho had been leaning the book against the edge of the table, and he quickly pushes it fully on the table. That doesn’t stop the sparks, and as he watches they begin to flow upwards until there’s a whole bunch of them floating a few inches over the book.

This is it, Yunho thinks distantly. It’s the mental break you were waiting for. He’s finally going crazy; it took years but he’s made it.

The sparks have solidified into a mass of light, hovering over the book. The light stretches as Yunho stares, widening and flattening until it’s as large as a decently sized tv. Some part of his brain wonders if anyone else is seeing this or if it’s just him.

The light has been white up until now, but the center of the mass begins to darken. The effect reminds Yunho of pouring water on ice, how it will make some parts of the ice transparent and more glass-like.

He leans forward, trying to get a better look. The darkness has now spread to cover most of the mass, leaving only a rim of light around the edges. It reminds Yunho of every portal he’s ever seen in superhero movies and comic books.

He almost falls out of his chair when he realizes there’s a person looking back at him from the other side. Their features aren’t clear, still obscured by the surface of the portal.

Yunho watches in horrified fascination as a hand reaches through the portal, the surface dragging for a moment before breaking around their fingers. The hand grabs the edge of the portal like it’s solid and Yunho stares because normal people don’t have blue skin.

He looks up just in time to see the person’s other hand pulling the surface aside enough for their head to poke through, dragging it out of the way.

The person looks to be a guy, around Yunho’s age. He looks pretty normal, with dark hair and sharp eyes that survey the library quickly.

You would almost think he’s human if it wasn’t for the bright blue skin and pointy ears clearly on display because of his haircut.

Yunho is tempted to look around to check if anyone else is seeing this alien portal with a real life alien reaching out of it, but he doesn't. He’s sure that if he as much as blinks this will all disappear.

“Have you seen a guy with white hair?” the alien asks, looking at Yunho. “He’s just a bit taller than me, and pretty skinny?”

Yunho gapes at him for a long moment, trying to remember how to speak.

“U-um, no,” he finally stammers.

The alien’s face tugs into a frown at that, and he lets out a slight sigh.

“Fair enough,” he admits, beginning to pull away from the portal. The second he does, it begins to close, the dark part fading first.

“Hey wait,” Yunho calls out, reaching for the portal without thinking about it.

He jolts the second he touches it, feeling like he was just shocked. He is opening his mouth to say ouch or yell or ask what on earth is going on but he quickly finds he can’t. The feeling of vertigo rushes up to catch him, and Yunho feels like he’s being yanked forward through the portal.

He lands hard on his ass, voice coming back in the middle of a yell. He quickly stops yelling, way too surprised for that.

The blue guy from before is standing in front of him, looking just as surprised and confused as Yunho feels. They seem to be in some kind of room, but everything from the walls to the floor are perfectly black. It’s unsettling, making him feel like he’s standing in an open void somehow.

“Where the hell are we?” Yunho asks. “What is going on? Who are you?”

The guy just stares at him, eyes wide as they dart around Yunho’s face quickly.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

The sound of a third voice startles both of them, and Yunho scrambles to his feet as the blue guy whips around.

He almost falls again because there is what could only be described as a column of light in front of him. He squints at it, belatedly realizing that it’s not column-shaped at all. It has a head and arms, and clearly a voice.

Yunho could have sworn he didn’t have that much to drink last night. This has to be a dream, a hallucination, something. He’s been watching too many dumb superhero movies lately and his subconscious is finally deciding to take revenge.

“U-um, sort of?” the blue guy stammers. “I mean, I found him but that’s not what I was looking for.”

He sounds just as confused as Yunho knows he looks, but he’s thankful the weird light person isn’t talking to him. The blue guy is weird, but he at least has a face.

“That’s great,” the light person says easily. “I hope you succeed in your journey.”

They raise a hand, and Yunho feels that same sense of vertigo rising up to meet him. This time it feels like he’s falling backwards, the whole sensation churning his stomach violently.

At least he lands on his feet this time.

The room around him thankfully looks relatively normal after the freaky void place, worn wood under his feet and making up the walls.

He looks around slowly, trying to figure out what exactly happened.

He seems to be in a treehouse of some kind, various branches crisscrossing through the walls and floor. The whole place is fairly small, but it may just look that way because it’s absolutely full of stuff.

Yunho gapes at the eclectic assortment of weapons, tech, and unidentifiable objects scattered across the floor and various surfaces of the room. None of this makes any sense, and he only ends up with more questions when his gaze lands on the two other people in the room with him.

One of them is the alien guy from before, looking just as blue. He is staring at a normal looking guy, who is in turn staring at Yunho.

They stare at each other for a long moment before everyone starts talking at the same time.

“Is this him?” the normal guy asks, clearly talking to the blue alien dude.

“No, I have no idea who this is,” the blue guy responds.

It’s a little tricky to actually make out what he’s saying because Yunho is also talking.

“What the hell is going on?” he demands. “Who are you guys? What is this place?”

They all continue to talk over each other for several minutes before the normal looking guy holds up both hands.

“Stop,” he says loudly. “We can’t all talk at once.”

Yunho shuts his mouth reluctantly, knowing that he does make a good point.

The guy turns to face him more fully, giving Yunho a chance to get a better look at him. He certainly looks normal, with dark hair. He does have blond undersides, peaking through the upper half of his hair

He also has a plant growing out of the top of his head. It’s a perfectly normal plant, with leaves and everything. Yunho gapes at it, not quite able to believe his eyes.

“You ended up in our headquarters, so you’re going to answer our questions,” the guy continues briskly. “Sit down.”

“Um, where?” Yunho asks, glancing around the crammed treehouse.

The blue alien dude moves forward to shove a few weapons and piles of metal parts off a surface, eventually revealing a couch under all the stuff. He gestures to it, and Yunho obediently sinks down.

“Right,” the normal guy says, putting his hands on his hips. “Have you ever seen this guy?”

He bends down to pick up a rolled up piece of paper, unrolling it so Yunho can see.

The paper has a drawing of someone on it, but Yunho can’t make out anything actually identifiable. The drawing looks like it was done by a two year old, and not an artistically inclined two year old.

“...no,” Yunho says slowly. “No I haven't.”

“Are you sure?” the guy asks again. “He has white hair? Seems pretty powerful?”

“Nope,” Yunho repeats, shaking his head.

“Think he’s lying?” the guy asks, turning to look at the blue alien.

He just shrugs, looking as confused as Yunho feels.

“You know I can hear you,” Yunho points out, not particularly liking being talked about like he’s not in the room.

“Hush,” the guy tells him. “We’re the ones interrogating you.”

Yunho doesn’t point out that this is the most informal interrogation he’s ever seen. He’s sitting on their couch, for crying out loud. There’s nothing to keep him here, and Yunho really doubts either of them could actually restrain him if necessary. The blue guy is pretty muscular, but Yunho has at least four inches on him.

The other two continue to talk, at least having the decency to lower their voices so Yunho can’t hear them as easily.

“Ok fine,” the normal guy finally says. “If you’re sure.”

The blue alien nods, turning back to face Yunho.

“Hi,” he says with a smile that makes his eyes disappear. “We didn’t exactly start off on the right foot. My name is San.”

Yunho blinks at him, definitely not expecting a formal introduction.

“Hey,” he says after a moment. “I’m Yunho.”

“Nice to meet you, Yunho,” San tells him.

He pauses for a moment, clearly waiting for the other guy to say something. When he doesn’t, San elbows him in the side.

“Oh right,” he says quickly. “I’m Wooyoung.”

Yunho nods, murmuring some kind of acknowledgement.

“Where are we?” he asks, gesturing vaguely around the room.

Wooyoung and San look at each other for a long moment, clearly having some kind of nonverbal discussion.

“Probably better to just show him,” San says.

Wooyoung nods, making the plant on his head sway slightly.

“C’mon then,” he says, beckoning Yunho.

Yunho gets up off the couch, following a little ways behind as San and Wooyoung cross the cluttered floor, heading for what appears to be a trapdoor set in the floor.

Wooyoung tugs it open, revealing a ladder leading down to the ground.

Yunho doesn’t see how showing him the outside of their treehouse will answer his question at all, but he doesn’t point that out. He eyes the ladder nervously, but it seems to hold Wooyoung’s weight easily as he practically slides down the rungs.

He follows a bit slower, thankful that San waits until he’s almost at the bottom before stepping down too.

Wooyoung is waiting at the base of the ladder, and he meets Yunho’s eyes.

Instead of saying anything, he just gestures to the landscape around them.

Yunho is opening his mouth to ask a question, but finds that he can’t think of any. The tree the treehouse is in seems to be the only thing for miles, standing tall on the top of a slight hill. The land is gently rolling, fields of grass extending for what feels like forever.

A distant mountain range completes the feeling of stepping into a painting, smudges of snow decorating the peaks. Yunho gapes at the scene, awed to some extent by the natural beauty, but much more dumbfounded by the lack of anything modern.

There’s nothing; no telephone poles, no roads, no cars. There aren’t even any buildings that look remotely normal. Yunho is definitely excluding what might be a village off in the distance; he is very sure none of it will look like it’s supposed to.

This isn’t home, he thinks distantly. It can’t be; he’s very sure there isn’t anywhere on the planet this remote and untouched.

That’s not even considering Wooyoung, who has a plant growing out of his head, and San, who is blue.

“Where is this?” he asks slowly, turning to look at Wooyoung.

He grins proudly, puffing out his chest a bit.

“You’re in our world,” he says with a grin. “Pretty cool, isn’t it?”

#doodle doo #ateez #ateez at au #jeong yunho #yunho #choi san #choi jongho #jongho #san ateez #ateez san #thank you Nnn for writing this! I love it sm

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Choso Kamo NSFW alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

After the very first time he would have no idea what an aftercare even is tbh XD. He would even be surprised how messy and full of fluids a good fucking can be. After several rounds he would get pretty exhausted so all he would want to do is fall asleep with yoj not caring how sticky either of you are (and honestly after what he did to you i feel like you wouldn't care either). But after few nights he realized that cuddling nice and clean after the act is way better. It took him some time but eventually he got there.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His favourite body part on you would be your neck and chest area. Nice to look at, nice to touch, to kiss, to feel the blood pumping under your skin, to paint bruises on etc.

As for himself he likes his physique a lot. Especially his thighs. And how much you like sitting on them.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

(idek what to write here so here goes) his cum is milky white, thick, and the first time he came (like first time in his entire life) he played with it as if it was a slime. Out of pure curiosity he tried lickjng it to see how it tastes but he quickly spat it out and rinsed his mouth. He much prefers the way you taste, and how your juices look compared to his.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Before you guys started going out and after he made his research (more on that in the E part) he used to imagine what it would feel like to have you all to himself. It would happen only when he was bored tho. His mind would wander to you, how cute you looked that day, what it would feel like to hold your hand, to hug you, wondering if it's okay to hug you when he sees you next time and he doesn't even know how but all of these cute innocent thoughts always turned into him imagining you and him doing stuff he saw people do in porn. And he's imagining all that with a completely straight poker face.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Exploring the human side of his for the very first time in his life meant he was a virgin when he met you. Once he started having feelings for you he asked around a bit to understand what's going on with him. Yuji had to explain the whole dating thing to him and recomended him some movies. In one of them there was a dirty scene. Again, he understood nothing so he had to go and do a small research (he watched porn XD). After the two of you started going out and after you brought up sleeping together for the first time he had to go back to do his reseach a little more thoroughly, to know what to do to make yoh and him feel great.

F= Favorite position

No matter where it happens it must happen while facing eachother. After trying several positions in the past Choso has always tried to flip you so you could face him before you or him came. He also likes it when he can feel your bare breasts touching his chest while you hug him.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Not very goofy I'm affraid. Sex is deeply intimate for him and he just doesn't feel like cracking jokes during it. It's a moment when he becomes one with you. Granted if something funny happens like for example him going so hard you guys crack bed he will chuckle but otherwise not much of a joker between the sheets.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He trims at most. After watching porn during his research and seeing how bald the actors are down there he bought a razor to try it out on himself, ended up bleedjng on several different places. And even after doing it properly there was just something off about that feeling. So in the end he just decided to trim twice a month or so.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Hands down the biggest romantic in the world. Praises you, caresses you, kisses every damn inch of your skin he can reach. If he feels like it's too much for you or if he sees you making a weird expression he stops and asks you if you're okay and if you want to continue. The most romantic thing he does though is the way he asks to have sex with you: he just takes your hand, kisses the back of it, leans his forhead against your and asks "may i?" (homeboy copied it from one of the movies Yuji gave him but still, heart eyes mutherfucker)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Not too often. Only when you're not in the mood or if you're far away. Or when he has a dirty dream and wakes up in the middle of the night with a boner in his pants and you blissfully unaware in your dreamland. As much as you told him it's okay to wake you up whenever it happens he just doesn't have the heart and uses his hand instead.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

As funny as it sounds he has made a list (again it was part of his research) for you guys to try and see what each of you likes. So far he really enjoys it when you praise him. He doesn't want to admit it to you yet but he's really into you being covered in liquids. It can be anything: his cum, your cum, chocolate, spit, whipped cream, blood (only counts for period blood, he blames his cursed technique for that one), etc.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere as long as it's in your house. He's an introvert. Enough said.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

You tracing his veins could be a turn on for him. Just imagine sitting on a couch, watching a movie, holding his hand and mindlessly dragging a finger over his veins up and down. Then you would look down on his croch and see a tent...

Another thing that could turn him on is you sitting on his lap and feeling your body on his dick. Even if you're not moving or doing anything to make it hard, it will still go hard.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Mommy or daddy kink. Something he didn't even include in the kink list. He is a family man alright but with boundaries. Even after explaining it to him he would still say it's basically incest even if it's just pretending. Also age play could be a big no no but you guys haven't gotten to that one yet. Even though i feel like he wouldn't be into that one either. He wants to be with a responsible adult just like he is. Plain and simple.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He doesn't care that much. Some days he likes to give more than receive and would flat out refuse if you offer giving him head and some other days he won't even let you breathe with how fast he slides his cock in and out of your mouth.

As for his head giving style: baking with you gave him enough training. You know these hand machines mixing the ingredients. The ones with detachable thingies. Fuck it, these one:

Yup, licking those clean everytime you guys baked together gave his tongue enough training to drive you mad. So much so that everytime you see him lick one of those clean again makes you wet. He completely Pavloved you XD (science joke sorry)

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

That little tease. He likes to switch between agonizingly slow, savouring the moment, making sure to feel every spongy part inside you, slowly exploring new and new spots to hit to make you see stars. And a moment later he is slaming inside you so hard you won't be able to sit properly the next day. He tends to speed up when he feels like either you or him are about to come. He does it subconsciously though. Once he tried to go slow the entire round and it took so much of his willpower he couldn't go any longer after both of you came.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

When he is extremely, and i repeat, EXTREMELY horny and both of you are very busy or just in a hurry he will pull down your pants/lift up your skirt and quickly do the deed, usually standing up.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He wants to try everything at least once. Of course, there are some things he would never even think of trying (aforementioned mommy and daddy kink or age play) and there are other things he would want to try but is too affraid to hurt you (exploring his blood kink beyond you being on your period with knifeplay or something like that but ultimately decides against it in fear of seriously injuring you)

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Not being entirely human has its benefits. If he takes 10 minute breaks after each round he can go an entire night, which is rare but it still happens. Otherwise your usually love making session lasts around 1-2 hours. 3 if you beg hard enough ;)

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Doesn't see the point in toys tbh. Didlo? Why using something plastic when he has the organic? Handcuffs? His hands are big enough to hold your wrists in place. Blindfold? Can't see your face. Nipple clasps? He's scared it might be hurting you. Whips? Hell no. Flesh light for him? Why bother, he has you. Vibrator? Eeeh he might agree to that one if you bring it up.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Doesn't tease much. Whenever he tries to tease you it won't last for long because he himself will give in XD.

Like he has been fingering you for quite some time now and really wants to tease you more but his own hard on is achjng too much for him to bare so he throws out his plan out the window and finally sinks deep inside you (to both of yours delight).

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Low grunts or growls is what he usually does. Again, he's an introvert, he doesn't like bringing too much attention. He much more prefers pulling noises out of you.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Let me tell you a story of Choso's first jack off. When he first met you you were training with other sorcerers and long story short he got a glimpse under your skirt. His dick got hard for the very first time and had no idea what it meant or how to get rid of it. He tried poking it and found out it feels good when you touch the head. Even better when you touch the entire thing. But his palm wasn't big enought to cover it all so he tried going up and down. He kept doing it for a while but didn't feel as good as before. Then he thought back to you when you and all of a sudden it felt amazing again. In fear of that feeling disappearing again he sped up his stroking and came all over his hand plus the place he was hiding at to deal with it.

So tldr you were the reason behind his first cumming.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Big enough to bring you pleasure but not too big to cause you pain. I would say good 20 cm when erect with a slight curve upwards and a pretty visible vain on one side.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Before you his sexdrive was low to nonexistent. After he felt pleasure for the very first time he was all in. Well, to a level. After your first night together he wanted to do it every night, but soon found out that on some nights the events of the day simply exhausted him too much for anything. I would say that after he "got used to" sex and it was no longer a new thing for him his sex drive turned from horny rabbit to a moderate healthy one. Doesn't mean he won't fuck the life out of you on some nights tho...

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Very fast. After he drains his balls he is so exhausted that sometimes he doesn't even want to pull out and wants to stay connected with you while sleeping. But, as i already mentioned, he found out it feels good when both of you are clean afterwards so he will force himself to not fall asleep long enough to clean both you and him and then once his head hits his pillow and pulls you into his arms he's gone.

#choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo smut #choso smut #jjk choso #jjk smut

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just-another-star-47 · 2 days

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Sebastian Sallow

My headcanons for him before Anne's curse.

More headcanons for Slytherin • Gryfindor • Ravenclaw • Hufflepuff

16 September 1873 ♍️ , born 37 minutes before Anne

He speaks English, Scottish Gaelic, Latin, (Ancient) Greek, French and knows some runic alphabets -> if he is interested in a subject or enjoys a particular story, he learns the language in which the work is written so that he can read it in the original version.

Feldcroft borders directly on Goblinland, so he also knows common phrases and words in their language

His favourite thing to read are Greek myths, as his father often read them to him; he knows the myths about the Rape of Europa and Heracles by heart - in English and Greek.

His parents were often busy with their research and experiments, so Sebastian was often left to look after himself and Anne.

His parents travelled a lot and lived in different villages, taking their children with them, so that they were unable to build up any real friendships outside the family and at some point Sebastian gave up trying to make contact with other children.

In Feldcroft, after the death of his parents, he also rarely socialised with his peers, but withdrew even more into himself

The villagers often described him as very mature for his age and often gave him tasks with which he could earn a few coins, food, etc.

Sebastian not only has many of his father's characteristics, but also looks very much like him, which made it difficult for Solomon to treat him fairly and caringly from the start - as Sebastian did not put up with this and often rebelled against it, Solomon eventually gave up trying at all.

Sebastian had the villagers of Feldcroft teach him all about field and garden work in order to provide Anne with the best possible food, but Solomon often used the work as a punishment.

Sebastian has little interest in contact with people and quickly becomes impatient unless the person has something that could benefit him - knowledge, skills, information.

He knows exactly who he should be friendly to and who it makes no difference to.

It is not difficult for him to make someone cry with words alone.

He loves puns.

Sebastian likes to be left alone most of the time (Anne and Ominis are the exception) and so it comes in handy that he has built up a bad reputation at Hogwarts over the years.

Together with Anne, Sebastian is always one of the best in his year.

In most situations, Sebastian manages to find a benefit for himself.

Due to his ability and his intellectual superiority over most people, Sebastian feels very self-confident, but does not believe that anyone could like or even love him just for himself. He therefore constantly tries to prove his worth.

He sees himself as the protector of Anne and Ominis and therefore always appears composed around them - neither of them has ever seen or heard him cry.

Sebastian thinks the world is deeply unfair and it is up to him to find his own way by any means possible.

He idealises his parents, especially his father and, to a certain extent, Anne and Ominis too.

#sebastian sallow headcanons #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons

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whyoneartheven · 3 days

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What head canons do you have for the LU boys? (Yes, this is a request for you to ramble about them)

aaaahhh hello! Thanks for asking, but wow, goodness me

this will take some thinking XD

umm

ok a lot of these are pretty generic or just other people’s ideas I kinda adopted but here goes!

also I didn’t expect it when I started but this got long…

for Legend, I really like the idea of him drinking tea and still having an apple orchard. And also having honey bees! (These aren’t mine originally lol) Also I feel like post LU (this ofc may change depending on the ending) he fell into depression a little bit before digging himself out… idk I just feel like that would happen. I like the idea of him being a good singer. (merperson stuff but also maybe having to do with post-LA?) Also I feel like he’s one of those people that’s always cold! So he secretly likes to cuddle :)

with Wild, I feel like… he definitely doesn’t use recipes! This is based off how I am in his game and irl, as I just throw things together and never go back to see how I made things before, but also I feel like it just fits his personality hehe! Also based on my experiences in game (to an extent), I feel like he doesn’t actually care about legitimately looking fashionable… it’s more that he likes wearing things that looks crazy XD

on to Hyrule! Ok this isn’t as much a headcanon as a ship but I really ship him and Aurora; I feel like they’d be absolutely adorable together but he’s really private about it! I like to think Hyrule can sew? And I think he’d love to run around barefoot on fresh grass! And just, be in love with nature in general! maybe he doesn’t have an eye for color; he can’t tell if colors clash or actually match lol

Time! I like the idea of Time and Malon having a running joke that the other is color blind, and the chain eventually picks it up! And then Time keeps mistaking one color for another (on purpose or not? We’ll never know), and every time the others go wild XD (this may or may not be based on a joke my parents have irl hehe) also I feel like Time really likes flowers? Idk why! Finally, if Time was in the modern world he’d be the guy who’d be acting food months to tears past the expiration date…

Four, my beloved! Umm this is kinda a design idea more than anything but I like the idea of him growing his hair out and wearing it in a ponytail post LU! (provided he doesn’t die…) I don’t think of him as having voices in his head or being a system but I still like the idea of him talking to himself sometimes XD! Also this is just something canon I don’t see talked abt a lot but I love he and Twi’s relationship sm! Four totally has RBF and definitely stares at people accidentally when he’s thinking… also I saw a crack fic somewhere where Four was already married to Dot and had children and the chain were shocked; it was hilarious, and while I don’t think he would actually have kids, I think it’d be hilarious if he and his Zelda are already quite far along in their relationship (as I ship them lol)

the man, the myth, the legend, WIND, is next! This man has Opinions. I feel like he’s the kind of person so have opinions on things he’s only heard of two seconds before, like automatically deciding he will like a food or deciding the other way round. (And yeahhhh I’m basing him on my brother lol) I’m definitely not the one to come up with this but Wind is definitely the one with the best (and most opinionated) fashion sense! Maybe older him bonded with young Wars in the War of Eras over this (bc I love the idea of older wind being there), Idk XD! Also he definitely braids Aryll’s hair and is generally very responsible (I mean he’s a big brother he’s gotta be XD); he’s treating LU as a bit of a vacation!

Warriors, wonderful man, is next! I feel like he’s very nostalgic. Like, just in general. He likes to look back on his happy memories! Also (once again not my idea) but I like the idea of Warriors growing up either orphaned or really poor, and living in the less palatable portion of Castle Town. I definitely ship him and his Zelda (ok tbh I ship ALL the Links with their Zeldas lol) but I feel like at the point of LU they’ve talked abt it but Warriors isn’t ready (thanks to Cia and maybe just all the barriers in his mind about being inferior to her or smth) Also, give this man the craziest accent you can find and I am here for it; whoever first came up with that is a genius. Ok yeah you can probably tell but I love Warriors angst XD

Sky!!! My bestieeee!! If Sky was in modern times he’d be one of those people who gets sleepy when they drink coffee, fs! He is de the artistic one, and maybe during LU he discovers a bunch of mediums besides woodworking that he loves (and maybe he makes a bunch of art for Sun, who knows!) This next one is based off @margindoodles2407’s Sky for her loz AU but the idea that his parents died in a house fire and he lived with Gaepora and Zelda until he was older is so cool to me! And bc of this I feel like he’d really hate being around fire (to the point of panic attacks? Maybe, maybe not)

Last but not least is Twilight!! This guy totally talks out loud to animals all the time and it freaks people out (they can never tell if he actually understands them hehe)! Twi definitely has a lot of respect for kids too and talks to them like they’re adults (by using the same vocabulary and tone, not by talking about things that aren’t good for kids to hear XD) and I feel like he would write painfully cheesy love poems? Twi definitely can’t cook but I feel l Ike he also cares the most about food? Idk?

ok, and that’s it!!! Wow, that was a lot…

and I could definitely come up with more lol

#Asks and such #Lu #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #lu wind #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu time #lu sky #lu twilight #lu four #headcanons #lu headcanons #evie rambles #Wow this was fun and time consuming (which I didn’t mind one bit lol)

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metalomagnetic · 2 days

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1) Would you ever write another Snack? Turmoil is one of my favourite fics of all time and you get Severus’ internal monologue so perfectly!

and 2) What do you think happens after the events of Turmoil? Do Sirius and Severus get their happy ending?

Lots of love, always ❤️

I don't know if I will write another Snack, but I would like to! They are both such interesting characters, foils to each other.

Oh, I have so many thoughts about Turmoil universe! There are three possible endings.

The most likely, is canon-like. They work with Dumbledore, pretending to be on Voldemort's side, and they win. But this means Severus dies as he did in canon, because he would still be the one to kill Albus, and thus make Voldemort think he owns the elder wand. Sirius would never recover from it.

Or, by a miracle, Severus ends up surviving somehow- I would like that the best. They can finally be free, and Sirius would adopt Delphini, why not, since he would know about her as he is pretending to be on Voldemort's side. But I don't know how Sirius would ever forgive Severus for agreeing to 'sacrifice' Harry at Albus' orders. (Severus doesn't know Dumbledore means for Harry to survive, that there are the Deathly Hallows at play here. He has no idea about that, so when he gives Harry the order to die, he genuinely believes Harry will die, and I don't think Sirius would ever forgive this).

There's also the possibility Sirius finds out about Harry being a Horcrux now, from what Dumbledore tells Severus in his last year of life. Because Severus is now with Sirius, he cannot make himself sacrifice Harry, because he knows Sirius would lose it. So, in this case, they'd make the horrible choice to save Harry, by telling Voldemort Harry is a Horcrux.

Thus Harry is taken prisoner, but unharmed, kept safe, given to Sirius and Severus to protect.

Voldemort wins the war. However, even if this is tragic news for the world at large, and neither Severus nor Sirius are too happy about it (what with V killing Lily and James) they do have each other now, and they do have Harry, and the knowledge they are protecting the only thing left of Lily/James. They are high ranking Death Eaters, the most treasured, since they told Voldemort about Harry (neither are stupid enough to say he's a Horcrux or that they are aware what Horcruxes are, they just drop plenty of hints that Voldemort realises on his own, finally) so the world is at their feet. They enjoy all the privileges and the new world would respect them.

Harry, however, is not happy- he's a prisoner, even if a very comfortable and treasured prisoner, and most of the people he loves died, while he's made to live under Sirius and Severus supervision whom he obviously hates. At best, Sirius could persuade Voldemort to spare some of Harry's friends, maybe Ron, maybe even Hermione, to make his Horcrux 'happy', but that's a best case scenario.

So, pick the ending you like best! They all have some bad parts, but I would chose the one where they work with Dumbledore and make the world a better place for Harry, and Severus survives. Maybe, eventually, they can reconnect, even if Sirius will never truly forgive Severus for telling Harry Dumbledore wanted him to lay down his life. Perhaps Harry would convince Sirius that he doesn't mind, that he forgives and respects Severus. It's the most hopeful ending of all. Plus, it has Delphini in it, and everyone knows I love that girl, and especially would love her raised by Sirius.

#turmoil #my writing #snack #severus snape #sirius black #sirius/severus

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 3 days

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*kicks down door* I'm back for part 2!

26. “I’ll give you two seconds to take that back.” 10. “Please don’t tell me we’re nothing to you… That I mean nothing after everything’s that happened.” 12. “If you ever need me, I’ll be right here. Just as I’ve always been.” 25. “Why does it have to be her? Why can’t it be me?”

My thoughts/ideas: Lilith returns a while after Adam and Lucifer have started engaging in their weird situationship (mostly just them having sex and Adam having a bit of a bisexual crisis). When Adam tries to ask Lucifer what will happen to their relationship with Lilith back, Luci basically denies that they had a relationship to begin with. Adam gets upset, asks him if it meant nothing, and when he gets just silence in response, he just decides to drop it and walk away. Angel comes to comfort him (Holydust friendship <33) and Adam gets to bitch about Lilith for a bit.

Feel free to adjust any parts of the prompts and ideas as you please, have fun :D

Indigo (back on that angst train as usual)

Adamsapple and Holydust friendship!! Did we just become best friends?! :D

Hope you like it! Spicy ending on my Ao3 account ;)

It has taken Adam a long time to come to terms with the fact that he was bisexual and even a little longer to be comfortable with liking men in general. Not only that, but that he may have a preference for men and taking it up the ass. Especially if the man giving it to him was the King of Hell, Lucifer himself.

At first he had panicked, thought that something was wrong with him. But after a lot of soul searching and a few helpful books he swiped from Charlie he eventually came around to not hating the idea. It made having a relationship with Lucifer all that much easier.

Adam felt that their relationship was on an upswing, things were fine right now.

Until she walked in the front doors of the hotel.

Lilith, with her ever beautiful golden hair, violet eyes, red horns, smoking body concealed in a flowing purple gown stood there with all the poise and grace of the queen she once was. Adam thought that Lucifer would have yelled at her for being gone so long, it's been twelve years now.

But no, he went over to her and kissed the back of her hand in greeting, eyes shining and smile wide and ever present.

It made Adam's heart sink down low into a dark place. "Oh look, the Queen of Hell is back. Looks like Lucifer won't be needing his precious little boy toy anymore." Alastor sneered in Adams ear.

He turned a glare to the radio demon, face dark he flipped him off. "Fuck off, Bambi." Adam stomped away.

Lucifer wouldn't just throw away what they had. That bitch had been MIA for years! Adam had been here the whole time! He growled to himself, he really hated her especially after what she did back in Eden, Adam may have been a dick, but he never laid a hand on her. Not like she did to him.

He banished those thoughts, now was not the time.

"Oh, you're here?" He heard Liliths distanful voice call out his way.

"Yeah, I see you are too. What's the matter, heaven not fucking good enough for you anymore?" Adam growled, he crossed his arms over his chest as he looked the first woman on the eye.

Lilith's face darkened. "The beach can only be so beautiful for so long. Beside, I jad to come home to MY family. From the whispers that I've heard, you've been playing house with my husband while I've been gone." She smirked at the way her words crawled under Adam's skin like some infectious disease.

Adam scoffed, "Bitch please, at least I didn't abandon the people you oh so claim to fucking love."

"Look here you little prick, you will not speak to me that way. I'm the Queen around here and you are nobody. You always have been." Lilith and Adam shared a glaring match for a while, the room getting thick with tension.

"Ha! Oookay, let's break this up. Charlie! Can you show your mother around? I've got something to do." Lucifer said as he tried to keep the first man and woman away from each other. Charlie gently came over and took her mom by the arm as Lucifer dragged Adam away down the hall. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Me!? Are you serious right now, she was a bigger cunt than I was out there."

"Adam she's my wife."

"Who fucking ditched you to get a tan in heaven. Open your eyes Luci, she doesn't love you." Adam said, then added. "Fuck, what does this even mean for us?"

Lucifer blinked. "Us?"

Adam rolles his eyes. "Yeah, us, our relationship. Now that queen bitch is back, how are you going to tell her about us?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"The fuck do you mean 'nothing to tell'? We've been doing this for a while now." Adam gestured to them with his hands.

Lucifer shook his head with a smile. "Adam, buddy, there is no us. There has never been an us. We've been sleeping together sure, but nothing more than that."

Adam could not even begin to describe the feeling of the amount of hurt those words brought him. "I'll give you two fucking second to take that back." His voice was low, trying to keep the emotion out of it. How the fuck could he say that to him? After all the ups and downs they went through in the last couple of years, the emotional turmoil they put the other through, all the heart ache and working through their problems so that they could finally be together? Nothing!?

"What did you think we were?"

Adam had thought they were boyfriends. Now he wasn't so sure where he stood. He refused to believe he meant nothing. "We, well I thought...." Adam trailed off, he didn't want to say it. His heart thumped painfully in his chest.

He loved him.

Adam felt his eyes water, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Did he fall in love and Lucifer was only getting laid? He felt like a fucking chick. "Please don't tell me that what we have nothing is to you...... That I mean nothing after everything that has fucking happened between us." All he got was silence and a confused and conflicted look on Lucifer's face.

Fuck.

Adam swore he heard his heart crack, the silence between them deafing and all the answer he needed. He never meant anything, had he really been that fucking delusional? Adam felt his lip quiver and he turned away. He wouldn't let this prick see him cry. A tear rolled down his cheek, his chest and throat felt tight. "You need to make a fucking choice, Lucifer. Her or me. If you choose her, I'm not gonna fucking stick around to watch." Adam started to leave down the hall. "If you need me I'll be right here. Like I always have been." Adam briskly took off down the hall, not looking back at Lucifer.

"Adam. Adam!" Lucifer called after him but Adam ignored him. He couldn't deal with this right now.

He didn't even know which way he was going, his vision blurry from the tears that pooled there, the ones not running down his face. Fuck, was he sobbing? Adam felt emense pain and numbness all at once, like his heart had been torn out, placed in a blender and the liquid remains dumped back inside the hollow of his chest.

"Ooof!" Adam bumped into someone, he really didn't want to be around anyone right, he wanted to go to his room and cry his heart out. All he saw was a pink blob through his tear filled eyes, he blinked and Angel became more clear. "Angel?"

"Adam? What the fuck is wrong, what happened? Why are you crying?" Angel asked, he looked Adam over to see if he was hurt.

Adam felt like he couldn't speak, his airway closing off it felt like he might suffocate. "Luc....Lu..." Was all he could get out before he burst into tears. He felt Angel bring him into a hug, his face ended up in his chest fluff as he sobbed, Adam held ths spider demon back in a tight grip.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay. Come on, let's go back to my room. Tell me what happened." Angel said as he guided a sobbing Adam to his room. He has never seen the sinner this upset before. Angel thinks this is probably the first time he's seen Adam really cry, full on sobbing and shaking. They've been friends for a while now, so it felt like his duty as the best friend to take care of him. When they got to Angels room, Adam sat down on the bed and hugged a pillow to his chest. He screamed into it for a solid minute, until he needed air. Pulling away he gasped for air, Adam stared blankly at the floor, numbness setting in.

He felt Angel sit beside him. "I take it this has to do with Charlie's mom making an appearance."

"Partly."

"What else?"

Adam bit his lip, fuck emotions were hard. "Luc...Lu..." Fuck he couldn't even say his name. "He says that there was never an us." And saying that out loud made Adam's heart snap in two, falling into a dark pit inside of him.

Angels eyes widened. "He said what!? Is he fucking high?" How could Lucifer say that to Adam? A blind man could see how much the devil was in love with him. So why lie?

"That bitch comes back from her little getaway and suddenly I don't fucking matter. Like the last three FUCKING YEARS DIDN'T MATTER." Adam's eyes flashed red, his anger spilling in. Finally an emotion he could handle. "AFTER EVERYTHING I FUCKING DID FOR HIM HE'S JUST GONNA THROW ME AWAY! JUST LIKE BACK IN THAT FUCKING GARDEN, HE CHOSE HER!!" His grip threatened to rip the pillow in half, a wave of sadness hits him again, his eyes go back to their golden color. He felt like a dirty fucking mistress, a place holder, a bed warmer. "W-we've been on dates for fuck sakes!" Adam pulled out his phone, he ignored the texts from Lucifer. For now. He opened his camera roll and the first photo was of him and Lucifer on their last date.

It was about two weeks ago, they went to Lu Lu World for the day. The picture was of them kissing at the top of the farris wheel at night. The carnival lights on the background, Lucifer's right hand was in Adams hair, the other holding his chin as he kissed him. Adam had taken the picture with his right, his left was holding Lucifer's right wrist. They made out for a while up there, like they were fhe only two people in all of Hell. Adam remembered how that kiss made him feel, like they were finally able to be happy with each other.

He showed Angel the picture. "How the fuck can he say that this meant nothing?!" Fuck, he was going to cry again.

Angel took the phone and gazed at the picture. He also remembered that day, him and Husk were on that ride too. "Yeah, you guys look happy here." If Lucifer wasn't the King of Hell or Charlie's dad he would kick his fucking ass, how could he do this to Adam? What a dick. He gave Adam back his phone. "Do you want to talk about it? What's going to happen?"

"I told him to make a chose. Me or her."

"I hope he chooses you, I've been rooting for you guys. Your love story is as tragic as it is beautiful." Angel tried, he didn't want to give Adam false hope but he also didn't want to shit on the guys feelings.

Adam snorted, "Yeah real fucking beautiful." His face drooped, he felt hollow knowing what was going to come soon. "Why does it have to ne her? Why can't it be me? Why can't he ever choose me?"

Angel had never heard Adam sound so defeated. "Well, if he does end up picking her he's making one hell of a mistake. I mean look at you! You're the hottest thing going. No one else in this dumpster fire has eyes like yours, or looks like you do. You're one of a kind." He smiled when he saw Adam's lip twitch in a smile. "Tell you what, when you're ready, I'll doll you up to make you even hotter, we'll go out drinking, find you a honey to rock your world so hard you'll forget the pricks name."

"Thanks Angel." Adam smiled sadly, it did sound like a fun time, but his heart ached at the thought of not being with Lucifer. "But, I don't know when that will be."

Angel brought him into a hug, which Adam returned. "When you're ready big guy. Just let me know." They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. "Not to be a downer, but what will you do after?"

Adam stiffened. "I'll leave."

"Leave?"

"Leave the hotel. Though I'm not too sure where I'll go or if I even actually can leave. The prick still owns my soul."

"You can't fucking leave! Who the hell will I bitch about Val to?" They both gave a small laugh. "What is your beef with Lilith anyway?"

Adam pulled back. "That bitch is the biggest manipulative control freak to ever exist. That fucking book of the story of Hell is a lie! She flipped the script. She nearly fucking choked me to death in that garden." Adam swallowed the unpleasant memory. He could still feel her hands on his neck. "Lucifer saw her and stopped her, but he still chose her." That had cut him deep. The king was never going to chose him would he?

Angel knew that the book of Hell wasn't entirely accurate, but to that extent? Shit. "Fuck that bitch and not on a sexy way. You deserve better."

"I thought I finally had that...."

Angel's phone went off, he groaned when he saw who was calling. "What Val? Yes, yes. I know. Right now? It really can't wait? Fine fine, give me ten." He hung up. "I gotta go, bud. But stay in here as long as you need. Nugs is here, he likes cuddles. I'll be back as soon as I can." Angel ruffled Adam's hair and stood up. Fucking Val, he always has bad timing.

Adam watched as Angel got his things for work and took off. He picked up Nugs and nuzzled the little pig before setting him back down. As nice as it was for Angel to let him stay, he should go back to his own room. He needed to wash the day off of him. With one more pat to the little pig, Adam left for his room that was on the other side of the hotel.

He was just outside his door when he heard his voice. "Adam. Can we talk?"

Adam turned to see Lucifer standing there, he looked upset. "If you've come to tell me you chose that cunt, don't bother. I already knew you would." He turned back to open his door.

"No. I didn't choose her."

Those words stopped Adam in his tracks, halfway in the door. He turned to look at the King. "What?"

Adam was pulled forward, his lips colliding with Lucifer's. He gasped, allowing the devil to sneak his tongue in his mouth and Adam cursed himself for melting. How that one kiss soothed his aching heart and made him weak in the knees, equal parts loving and hating it. He couldn't help the weak moan that escaped him when a hand pulled gently on his hair.

When they pulled apart, he looked into those glowing demonic red and yellow eyes that bore into his golden ones. "I'm sorry." Lucifer started. "I'm sorry for what I said before. You mean the fucking world to me Adam, and I hate that it took me nearly losing you to admit that." He pressed their foreheads together. "What I had with Lilith isn't there anymore. That spark died long ago. What we have, isn't a spark." Lucifer smiled. "It's a flame." He connected their lips again in a softer kiss, it was one like they shared on the farris wheel.

"What about Lilith?"

"What about her? If she wants to be in Charlie's life then that is her business. But regarding our marriage.... That's been over a long time. Besides," Lucifer ran his fingers through Adams hair. "I've moved on."

"Then why did you say those things?"

"I didn't know how emotionally invested you were and I thought I was making it easier for you to walk away. I can't picture my afterlife without you, Adam."

Adam felt a wobbly smile creep onto his face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. How much I love you." Lucifer smiled at him, and Adams heart leaped, like every word stitched it back together.

His eyes felt wet, though these tears were not sad. "I love you too, Luci."

"Let me show you, how much I love you.~" Lucifer said, his eyes half lidded and soft.

Adam bit his lip, face warming. "Okay."

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x adam #ask

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acewritesfics · 14 hours

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Say it | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Request: No

Warnings: An empty threat of no sex. Reader's sister has a name.

Word Count: 1,035

Stranger Things Masterlist | Main Masterlist

"Say it," Y/N commands her boyfriend.

Eddie firmly shakes his head, "No."

"Say it, Edward," she says again, adding the name he despises. He glares at her and settles onto their couch.

"No!" With a defiant look in his big beautiful brown eyes, he shakes his head and gestures his sentiment with his hands.

"You have to!" she exclaims, her voice rising slightly as their argument heats up.

"No, I don't!" he shouts at her, his voice rising a few notches like it does when he's annoyed, angry, or overwhelmed.

"You lost the bet, Edward Munson. It's time to pay up," she continues.

"You cheated," he claims.

"No, I didn't!" she protests.

"Yes, you did," he responds with an accusatory look on his face, his tongue jutting out of his mouth, licking his upper lip, and an arched eyebrow.

"How did I cheat?" she says, hands on her hips, looking down at him, waiting for his explanation of how she cheated on their bet.

Steve had visited Y/N two weeks prior to ask about her younger sister, Barbara-Ann (or Annie to most people). It's clear that the 19-year-old has formed a liking for the 18-year-old high school senior. Following numerous attempts to find love again, Y/N was unable to bring herself to break his heart or reveal her sister's secret.

However, that didn't stop Y/N and Eddie from making a bet amongst themselves. After all, Steve and Robin had a bet going to see how long it would take for Y/N and Eddie to get together. Steve had won that bet, with his bet being 4-6 weeks. If Y/N had waited two more days to make the first move, then Robin would have won.

Eddie was so sure that Steve could win over Barbara-Ann and had even gone out of his comfort zone to play wingman for Steve. Y/N believed that he wouldn't be able to, being the one who knows her sister better than they do. But as the days went by, it would be evident that his defeat was upon him.

"Because you've always known Barbara-Ann has a thing for Robin," he replies, surprising her enough to make her forget about the bet... temporarily.

"How did you know?" she wonders, her face filled with surprise and curiosity. Y/N was certain she was the only one Barbara-Ann had disclosed her preference for the same sex to.

"I know I'm not the smartest person, and I miss a lot of social cues and stuff, but it's not hard to miss the small glances, flirty smiles, and all the other shit that she gives Robin," he explains. "No offense to Barbara-Ann, but she is not as subtle as she thinks she is, and I'm quite sure Steve is the only one who is blind to it unless he's lying to himself."

"Steve can be a little dumb at times, but we still love him," she acknowledges, settling in beside him on the couch. "However, you still lost the bet, therefore you still need to say it."

"You cheated! Nobody wins and the bet is wiped. That is the rules," he disagrees with her.

"We didn't make any rules," she points out.

"Fuck," he groans as he realizes she's right. "I'm still not saying it."

"Fine, but no sex for a week," she adds non-chalantly. It's a hollow threat because she couldn't spend a week without sex with him either, and he knows that as soon as he touches her in an intimate way, she's putty in his hands. It's a useless threat, really.

"Baby, you know that I know that won't work," he smirks, moving his hand to her thigh and gently moving it upwards as his calloused fingers brush against her exposed delicate skin, igniting the desire between her legs.

She hesitates to grab his hand and pull it away from her thigh as he clearly makes his point, but eventually does so and stands up from the couch.

He raises an eyebrow at her and then follows her with his eyes to the wall-mounted phone. "What are you doing?"

"Calling Nancy to see if I can stay with her for the week," she says as she begins dialing the Wheeler's phone number. "I'm sure that I can come up with a plausible reason for why I need to stay with her."

Giving up, he stands up from the couch. Moving quickly to where she is standing, he takes the phone out of her hand and hangs it back up on the hook. He groans, "I'll say it."

She grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looks at him expectantly, unfazed by the glare he's sending her.

He sighs and begins to quote what she had written down for him to say if he lost their bet, even though he hadn't lost due to a technicality. "I, Eddie," he pauses as she raises her brow at him. "I, Edward Munson," he corrects himself, continuing to glare at her. "Enjoy wearing Y/N's panties, especially the pink ones with the lace," he pauses again before speedily adding the last part. "They make me feel sexy and fierce."

Y/N finally lets out the laugh she has been struggling to contain.

"It makes me so happy that you find this so amusing," Eddie adds sarcastically, as he stands there with his hands on his hips, appearing to be unimpressed with his girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, baby," She says, with a small pout, as she threads her arms through his and encircles his waist. "I'll make it up to you."

"Yeah?" he says. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll let you borrow my panties," she replies, trying to keep a straight face.

"How about no sex for a week?" he suggests, repeating the empty threat she used a few minutes earlier.

She gasps, appearing shocked and offended, before mirroring his previous remarks as she moves her hands up and under his shirt, her fingernails raking along his stomach. "Oh, baby, you know that I know that won't work."

"That's it," he continues to mutter to himself as he stoops down, picks her up, putting her over his shoulder.

"Eddie!" she squeals, giggling as he carries her into their bedroom.

#acewritesfics repost #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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luvcryo · 15 hours

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Obey Me! Cooking HC's

Obey Me! Brothers x Chef!Gn!Reader

Not proofread!! So probably a couple grammar mistakes

A/n: i think this is my first actual post for obey me?? Anyways I'm turning 17 FINALLY I feel like I've been 16 for like 4 years.

Lucifer

-Once he finds out how good you are he puts in charge of meals

-He is NOT good at cooking, but he doesn't want to admit it

-Sometimes he watches you cook in the kitchen under the guise of making sure the brother's (who always ask to help just cause they wanna spend time with you) don't burn the house down

Mammon

-Praises you at every chance he gets

-Brags for you a lot

-You'll be eating at some restaurant, and he'll be like, "we all know you would make this dish way better than these guys"

-Very loud about it too

-Asks you the difference between a liquid and dry measuring cup

Leviathan

-Like Lucifer, also kind of a lurker in the kitchen

-Unlike Lucifer, though, he eventually does ask you to teach him to cook

-Honestly though he's not that bad of a cook

-He listens pretty well, so he's actually a good assistant in the kitchen

Satan

-One of the best cooks out of the brothers

-Also the first one to offer to help you in the kitchen

-All of the brother's copied his idea, and then he got mad at them because of how often they'd mess up

-(Mammon was upset he wasn't the "first" to do something with you for once)

Asmodeus

-Cooking streams!!

-He convinced you to do a stream with him where you teach him to cook something

-Tries to get you to start your own channel

-Cannot follow a recipe.

-Starts throwing random ingredients in that he thinks might be good without you noticing

Beelzebub

-Hes the best cook out of the brothers

-Its not really something he prides himself on

-You assumed that he was a good cook

-But then he offered to help you one day, and you were like

-Omg?? Why didn't you tell me you were this good before??

-He still prefers your cooking though

Belphegor

-Learned a little bit of cooking from Beel but he's honestly a very average baker

-Like he can make a mean sandwich and has a couple favorite recipes that he's mastered

-But ask him to make a basic chili??

-He has no idea

-Decent at following instructions just don't give him any task that includes manual labor or he'll quit immediately

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total-drama-brainrot · 2 days

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Thoughts on Owen? I’ve been rewatching the og 3 seasons and seeing the change from finalist to gag character is weird

Owen is my Roman Empire.

He started off as an actual character in Island, which is a given since he was pre-determined to be a finalist from the get-go. Owen's always been a big personality of the series, with his (sometimes overbearing) friendliness and boisterous attitude, accompanied by his many many character flaws. But, at least in Island, he was realistically written- or as realistic as the show could do, given its parameters. He gets to have moments where he actually forms bonds and friendships with others on screen, and where his character flaws actually impact the challenge instead of being played off as jokes (like him luring in a bear with his hunting stories).

Owen's character traits were gradually reduced from being an optimistic and somewhat naïve, but otherwise standard teenage boy (of the time) to being a flanderisation of a golden retriever. In World Tour especially, he's rarely given any lines that don't somehow relate to his love of food, his flatulence or his fear of flying. For the span of an episode or two, he gets to focus on his feelings for Izzy (and he also gets some throwaway lines about his friendship with Noah and his trust-turned-distrust of Alejandro), but otherwise he's pretty self-contained as comedic relief.

He stops being a multi-faceted character and starts being a one-dimensional imitation of himself. And it's a shame, since Owen's one of the funniest characters to both watch and write for, so stripping him of a lot of his substance for the sake of delegating him to the role of background character, instead of just eliminating him early (since he didn't really have any use in World Tour outside of his aerophobia "plotline" and Izzy's elimination), seems like a waste of both his character potential and the potential of others.

And, one thing I noticed upon re-watching Island, even his voice becomes a sort-of mockery of what it started out as. No shade to Scott McCord, he does a fantastic job with his VA work- especially on Total Drama, where his characters are all distinctly different sounding. But really, go back and listen to Owen in early Island, and then listen to him in WT or RR- that's an entirely different cadence. He loses a lot of the scratchiness in his voice, and it raises a solid three or four semitones into something almost childish- once again playing into Owen's erosion from a fairly normal teenage boy into the caricature of naivety he eventually becomes.

We do get to see some of his original characterisation shine through in certain moments- there's a few lines he has in WT where Owen gets to be a little sassy or even somewhat confrontational, which is such a breath of fresh air from his usual airheaded happiness or aerophobia-fuelled terror. But he loses a lot of his season one charm with his delegation to the background; show me the Owen who's fun-loving, sure, but also a bit of a menace! Show me the Owen who's more than just the butt of a joke (pun intended)!

#in summary: owen very good 👍 needed LESS screen time to preserve his character #which could also apply to a lot of the other characters tbf #total drama #td owen #ophe rambling #replies

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persespring · 3 days

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Scorching Flame ! (Named after The Scorching)

Here’s some info about him.

Scorching was born 200 AS, making him 20 in the current time of the story. He has no home, he’s always traveling the world. He’s in no position to have a job. Not to be a shopkeeper, soldier, nothing. He’s a SkyWing but shows characteristics of other tribes, as most dragons do in the year 220 AS. Scorching Flame has no accessories, as they’d all melt/burn off if he tried. Scorching is excellent with directions. He’s gifted in directing and exploring the continent of Pyrrhia, adoring each place he discovers. With his entire life in his talons, he has spent all of it exploring and searching.

Maybe searching for his own family.

Scorching is also naturally gifted with flying as he is a SkyWing. But with so much practice and excelling every trick he knows; with practicing his stamina, he may be considered Pyrrhia’s most gifted flyer. He is dangerously swift and agile in the skies.

Compared to being in the skies, Scorching is awfully clumsy on land. Everything he touches and everything within 2 inches of his radius burns up into dry crisps of black ash. He has accidentally murdered a few dragons and dozens of little animals, cows, etc. by forgetting how awfully hot his scales are. He swears he didn’t mean to murder them. but in the back of his mind hes afraid that he did kind of mean it. Alongside his clumsiness, he is also illiterate. He has grown himself up and is lucky to even be able to speak. but he cannot read or write, do math, or count. Scorching also has a nasty temper at times and some anger issues.

a large weakness is his anger and managing it. he tends to lash out, and scares dragons away. his lethal touch is not to be messed with, so everybody stays away for extra measure.His clumsiness is also a weakness alongside not being able to read and write at all.

Scorching has the habit to slur his words as he has a fat long tong and jaggedy overgrown teeth. he also has a thick and mixed accent. as if every tribe across Pyrrhia had their accents mixed together. he picks his teeth a lot, and tends to have the body language of a clumsy cat.

Scorching as an egg was abandoned in a cave once the first signs of severe firescales began to show through a blue egg. thought to be a curse, he was left behind and hatched by himself, all alone.

he wondered about the forests and redwoods of the SkyWing mountains eating bugs, rocks, mud and any charred animal that he touched. eventually, he learned through spying on other families how to speak and pronounce some words. he then taught himself how to fly. and he began flying the territory before he memorized it, knowing it like the back of his talon.

Throughout growing up, an event that keeps him up at night was how he murdered a couple of dragons the first times he attempted to communicate with other dragons. ever since then he’s learned to keep a far distance. and so have others.

Scorching’s best accomplishment must be that he had visited every kingdom (except the Sky Kingdom) enough times to remember at least ten oral myths from each tribe. he is very proud of himself for trying to keep his anger in line, compared to his early days.he is also very proud of himself for teaching himself how to fly so well!

He has a secret suspicion that one of his parents might be a big deal. or maybe both. but he noticed he looks different from the pureblood SkyWings.

his best memories are of when he watched families with their young at a young age, feeling apart of their family at a distance. some others are seeing the joy on dragonets faces when they hear the myths and stories of their land, and watching festivals each tribe has and seeing how the culture varies so much. he also remembers flies in the skies fondly the closer he is to the sun. where the wind blows and he’s far above the clouds, smiling to the light as he feels the weight of stress and regret lift off his shoulders.

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bloody-bee-tea · 2 days

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More than friends

It’s unusual, to have a new student transfer to a school in the middle of the last year of highschool, so of course the new guy is the talk at school for a week before he actually shows up. And there’s a lot of talk; some people believe he’s a delinquent, who got kicked out of his home and has to start over, others think it’s just because one of his parents had to move for their job and then there’s everything in between as well. The rumour mill is running rampant.

Satoru tries not to listen too much to anything because he knows how rumours work, he has been the target of them more than once and there are still some floating around, even though he’s been at the school for years. He’ll see the new guy when he actually arrives and then Satoru can ignore him, like he ignores everyone else in this school.

It won’t change his daily routine at all.

When the day finally comes, the new guy catches Satoru’s eyes immediately, but of course he’s not the only one. For that new guy is simply too hot. He has an attractive face and the long hair and pierced ears make him just enough of a bad boy to attract almost everyone. And as if that wasn’t enough he’s apparently also too nice, from what Satoru can gather through gossip from his classmates.

He’s not trying to listen in but it’s kind of hard not to when it seems that Geto is all his classmates talk about these days. Everyone seems to have something to say about him, and Satoru wonders how the guy even finds time to talk to all of them.

Satoru himself doesn’t try to talk to Geto. He’s curious, that much is true, but Satoru is kind of a prominent guy in their school and he doesn’t feel like having his every interaction with Geto scrutinised, thank you very much.

Besides, if he goes to talk to him, people will flock to Satoru again, to hear what Geto had to say and Satoru couldn’t care less for that. Not after he finally managed to get it into everyone’s head that he’s an abrasive asshole, who doesn’t care for a single person in this school.

So he continues to watch and he continues to listen and it’s all good and fine until three weeks in when Geto sits down at Satoru’s table.

“Hi,” he says and Satoru wasn’t quite prepared for how softly he speaks.

It’s catching him off guard enough that he simply stares at Geto for a long moment and he only realises it when Geto’s mouth curls into an amused smile.

“Why are you here?” Satoru hears himself asking, ruder than he even normally is and Geto tilts his head in consideration.

“You look–” Hot, stunning, beautiful, Satoru fills in bitterly, because it’s nothing he hasn’t heard before. “–lonely,” Geto finally finishes and it’s surprising enough that it makes Satoru blink mutely at him.

It’s not even untrue, if Satoru is being honest. His table is empty, like it always is since he managed to get rid of his brainless fanclub for good but it never bothered him that he was spending every break on his own, at least not actively. At least until right now, when this stranger points it out to him.

Satoru doesn’t like to think too much about how his school life makes him feel because that is a can of worms he really doesn’t need to open right now. Or any day, really. It’ll be over soon enough anyway and then he can get away to college and maybe there he’ll find people who won’t cower when faced with his name, his family, his money.

Maybe there he’ll be able to make real friends.

“I’m not, though,” he eventually manages to get out and something like relief passes over Geto’s face, though he doesn’t really lose the frown.

“That’s good then,” he still softly says, his eyes turning into crescent moons with his smile. “I’m Suguru.”

“Satoru,” Satoru gives back on autopilot and he has just enough time to appreciate Suguru’s smile before he gets up and steps away from the table.

“I’ll see you around,” he says with a wave of his hand and is gone before Satoru manages to form another word.

Which might be just as well, actually, because the only thing that would have made it past Satoru’s lips would have been a confused “Huh?”.

He hears a lot of things at school and while he usually is not actively listening for gossip, he has absorbed every fact about Suguru that he could get his hands on and one thing Satoru came to learn is that he doesn’t allow anyone to call him by his given name.

Suguru insists on Geto with everyone. Except Satoru, it would seem.

By the time Satoru has his composure back, Suguru is long gone and the break is over. Satoru doesn’t see Suguru for the rest of the day after that and he isn’t sure if he’s grateful for it or not.

~*~*~

Three days later Satoru is alone during lunch again–he escaped to the roof to evade the eyes always following him from his classmates–and Suguru comes to find him once more.

Two is not yet quite a pattern and yet Satoru finds himself thinking that being alone might actually have its perks if it means it brings Suguru to his side.

Still, because Satoru is Satoru and his experience at school so far has taught him to be careful he can’t help but to bite out an unfriendly “What do you want?”

Suguru looks quizzically at him as he sits down on the ground, right next to Satoru.

“Do I have to want something?”

“Everyone wants something from me,” Satoru bitterly says and refuses to squirm under Suguru’s stare.

“Like what?”

“Like–” Satoru waves his hand and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“Yes?” he prompts Satoru again and Satoru glares at him.

“Shut up,” he hisses but when Suguru’s mouth only curls into an amused smile, he sighs. “They want money, or a connection to my family or simply to get into my pants,” Satoru counts off.

It would stand to reason that people could be decent, or at least be polite, but Satoru has learned that none of these things apply when it comes to him. People have outright asked him for money, claiming he had enough, have pretended to be friendly only to be able to say that they were mingling with the Gojo’s and Satoru has shoved more people off his lap and slapped more wandering hands away than he cares to count.

“So, which one are you?” he asks when Suguru only continues to stare at him, and Satoru is certain that Suguru will fall into one of the three categories.

Maybe not immediately, but he’ll show his true colours sooner or later.

“I actually just wanted to know which Digimon is your favourite and why,” Suguru eventually smoothly says and gives Satoru a bright grin.

Satoru blinks at him.

“How do you even–”

“That’s a digivice, right?” he asks and points at the charm dangling from Satoru’s phone. “My little sisters are into it, but I never paid enough attention to know anything substantial about it. Should have though, could have started a conversation with you much easier that way.”

“You–want to talk to me,” Satoru slowly says, because that surely is a first.

“Yeah, I just said that, didn’t I?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

Satoru briefly grinds his teeth together; this boy is infuriating.

“Why do you want to talk to me? What’s your motive?”

“To get to know you? Listen, Satoru, I don’t know what you think I’m up to but I’m just trying to talk to you and maybe be your friend. That’s all.”

“Right,” Satoru mutters, because surely that’s not all. Surely there will be a hidden motive in the end and if Satoru allows Suguru close then he’ll be the one being disappointed. Yet again.

“So, tell me about your favourite digimon,” Suguru says and briefly bumps their shoulders together.

“You’re kind of annoying, you know that?” Satoru asks and rolls his eyes when Suguru only smirks at him. “And an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one, huh?” he gives back, but he continues to look at Satoru with the same steady expectation in his eyes and in the end Satoru caves.

Suguru wants to talk about Digimon? Fine. Satoru will talk his ear off and then Suguru will leave of his own accord. Suguru definitely isn’t the only one who can be annoying.

“Okay, fine,” Satoru finally relents and then launches into what usually is a monologue.

Suguru doesn’t let him though, because he asks question after question, derailing Satoru more than once, clearly not bored or annoyed at all and neither of them react when the bell signals the end of their break.

It’s the first time Satoru misses a class because he’d rather spend more time with someone else.

~*~*~

Satoru impatiently taps his finger against his thigh. Their break has started three minutes ago and Suguru is not there yet. It’s unusual—Suguru is always on time, always there to spend their break together and for him to miss it—it’s strange.

Something bitter twists in Satoru’s chest as he wonders if Suguru finally had enough of him, if he finally wised up and realised that Satoru is not fun to spend time with, if the talk of the other students finally got to Suguru.

Only one way to find out, Satoru thinks as he presses his lips together and gets up, his lunch forgotten on the ground. He’ll go and see what Suguru is doing and then he’ll know once and for all what Suguru’s deal is.

He checks the cafeteria first, but can’t find Suguru’s signature bun or hear his soft voice so he quickly leaves again, before anyone notices him. Next stop is Suguru’s class, but the room is empty and so Satoru only spares it a passing glance as he walks past it. He’s not about to barge into the bathroom, only to look for Suguru but that leaves him without options.

Satoru aimlessly walks through the corridor and his steps only gain purpose when he hears Suguru’s voice float to him. He follows it to the teacher’s room and a quick glance inside confirms that Suguru is in there, talking to one of his teachers.

Neither of them look really happy and Satoru wonders what’s going on. Wonders if Suguru will tell him once he gets out.

It takes another few minutes for them to wrap up their talk and Satoru spots the bitter twist of Suguru’s mouth when he walks away from his teacher but as soon as he spots Satoru his face softens into a smile.

“Satoru, hey,” he greets him and he seems genuinely happy to see Satoru.

That certainly is a first for Satoru.

“Why do you look so—happy? You were upset just a moment ago,” Satoru says because he can never just shut up but he thinks it might not be too bad because Suguru laughs.

“You’re here, of course I’m happy. I’m always happy when you’re around,” Suguru honestly gives back and before Satoru can snap at him to hide his embarrassment, Suguru goes on. “And besides. It’s the first time you came to look for me. That’s a huge step for our friendship,” he boldly declares and Satoru frowns when he realises that it’s true.

Usually it’s always Suguru who comes to find him.

“Shut up,” Satoru grumbles but even that only makes Suguru smile. “Is everything okay?” Satoru then asks with a nod towards the teacher’s room and immediately, Suguru’s face falls.

“It’s nothing,” he tries to wave Satoru off and Satoru is not about to force an answer out of him in the hallway so instead of arguing he takes Suguru’s sleeve and drags him off to the roof.

It’s only when they are seated, that Satoru speaks again.

“What’s going on?” he demands to know, and he doesn’t even care that he comes off as pushy.

Something’s going on, something that warrants talks to teachers and makes an unhappy frown appear on Suguru’ face and Satoru finds that he doesn’t like it.

That in itself is a first, because Satoru has never cared before if his fellow students were struggling but what really floors him is the fact that he finds himself thinking that no matter what, he wants to help however he can.

He just hopes Suguru will let him.

“It’s all good,” Suguru says again and Satoru doesn’t even try to hide how much those words hurt. “Satoru,” Suguru sighs out, clearly noticing and Satoru pouts at him.

“You just said we’re friends. Don’t friends talk to each other? At least to vent? That’s how it’s supposed to work, right?”

“Wow,” Suguru breathes out and then laughs briefly. “Considering that this is your first real friendship, you certainly have the guilt-tripping down.”

“Is it working, though?” Satoru asks, not even apologizing for it, because it is what he’s doing.

“It is,” Suguru tells him while rolling his eyes. “It’s nothing serious, though. I’ve just flunked the last test and my teacher was concerned.”

“What happened?”

It’s unusual for Suguru to fail a test, Satoru knows that. Suguru is smart, smart enough to finally give Satoru a challenge for top student at this school and so this is indeed worrying.

“I just—” Suguru lets out a harsh breath. “I didn’t have time to study. Mom’s workplace cut her hours and I had to pick up a few more at my job. That’s all.”

“You’re working on top of school?” Satoru asks and he can’t even fathom that.

Not that he ever had to—or ever will, with the money his family has.

“I kinda have to,” Suguru says with a shrug. “My sisters have to eat and there’s rent to pay.”

Satoru looks down at his own lunch, and then looks at Suguru’s empty hands.

“You don’t eat?” he wants to know and watches Suguru curl his hands into fists before he forcefully relaxes them.

“I eat dinner.”

That’s unacceptable. That’s absolutely unacceptable, Satoru thinks and shoves his lunch at Suguru without really giving it a thought.

“What are you doing?” Suguru asks, pushing the lunch back towards Satoru.

“Sharing my lunch with you,” Satoru immediately says and lets go of his box, forcing Suguru to catch it.

Suguru blinks down at it, before he drags his eyes back to Satoru.

“You don’t have to. It’s fine. It’ll work out.”

“Yes, it will, because I’ll bring lunch for you, too,” he immediately decides.

He’ll just tell the cook to make enough for two. Or maybe even four, so that Suguru can take something back home for his sisters. Yeah, that sounds better, Satoru thinks and smiles at Suguru.

“And your sisters. Anything they are allergic to?”

“Satoru,” Suguru wearily says. “You don’t have to. I’m not asking that of you.”

He seems worried about something and it takes Satoru a moment to realise what’s going on.

“You’re not—of course you’re not asking that of me,” he rushes to reassure Suguru. “You’re not asking me for anything, it’s not like that. I’m offering. And it’s not even as if you’re asking me for money, right? It’s not like—quit your worrying, you’re not like the others.”

He remembers telling Suguru that people have asked Satoru for money in the past and of course Suguru would make sure to never ever do something like that, because that’s just how Suguru is.

“We’re friends, right?” Satoru dares to ask, because Suguru himself just talked about their friendship a few minutes ago and if they are friends, then Satoru certainly can do this for him.

“We are, Satoru, of course we are.”

“Then accept that I’ll bring lunch for you and your sisters, too. It’s not a big deal, especially not if it helps you.”

It’s the first time in his life that Satoru offers to do something for someone else, that he feels the need to do something for someone else and he is happy that it’s for Suguru.

Suguru only deserves the best and if Satoru can help with something like this, then he’ll happily do so.

“I mean, I can also pay for some expenses?” Satoru then offers and before the sentence completely leaves his mouth, Suguru slaps a hand over his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, Satoru, do not ever offer me that again,” he hisses, clearly angry. “I’m not about to take your money!”

“I would happily pay, though,” Satoru mutters from behind Suguru’s hand who vehemently shakes his head.

“I don’t care, I’m not asking you for that!”

Satoru rolls his eyes and then licks Suguru’s palm when he still doesn’t remove his hand.

“Bah, you child!” Suguru complaints and Satoru sticks his tongue out at him.

“You’re not asking, Suguru, I’m offering. There’s a difference.”

“There’s not,” Suguru mutters and flicks Satoru’s forehead. “I’m not asking you for money. I’m not like that.”

Satoru makes an indignant noise as he rubs the stinging spot but he can’t find it in him to be mad at him. It’s kind of reassuring to know that Suguru would never ask for that.

“I know that,” Satoru softly gives back. “That’s why I’m offering.”

“I’m still refusing,” Suguru replies but he nudges his knee against Satoru’s thigh. “Thank you, though.”

“But you’ll accept lunch, right?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru heaves out a big sigh.

“Yes, Satoru, I’ll accept lunch. And before you ask, for me and my sisters. They are not allergic to anything and there’s hardly anything they don’t eat.”

“Alright,” Satoru happily says and points at his lunch, still in Suguru’s hand. “Then eat up now. I’ll bring something starting tomorrow.”

He says it with a smile, happy to do something for Suguru and not even Suguru’s searching gaze can dampen Satoru’s mood.

“Thank you,” Suguru eventually says again as he drops his head on Satoru’s shoulder. “Really, Satoru. Thank you.”

“Ah, it’s fine, it’s fine, stop saying that,” Satoru whines out, aware that his cheeks are bright red and he didn’t know that being thanked like that could make him feel like this.

Or maybe that’s just Suguru, who knows.

“You’re a good friend,” Suguru still mutters before he takes a bite of their shared lunch.

It’s nice to hear it, because this is the first time Satoru ever had a friend and to know that he’s doing well is reassuring him in ways he didn’t even know he needed.

“Only for you,” Satoru admits and before he can say something else that’s much to embarrassing to speak out loud he also stuffs his mouth with food.

They spend the rest of their break in silence but even that is good.

Everything with Suguru is good.

~*~*~

Satoru has his head pillowed in Suguru’s lap, Suguru’s fingers lazily carding through his hair when he speaks up without thinking too hard about it.

“Why did you talk to me that very first time?” Satoru asks and Suguru’s fingers falters for the briefest moment before he resumes his movements.

“You looked lonely,” Suguru finally admits and smiles down at Satoru. “I just thought you shouldn’t be.”

Satoru bites his lip, but he still blurts his next thought out.

“So it’s not because you wanted to get into my pants?”

Satoru isn’t even sure why he asks, he just knows that he needs an answer because he can’t keep on with those feelings in his chest and the fluttering of his heart whenever Suguru smiles at him.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself when Suguru chuckles, never once ceasing his steady motion of his fingers through Satoru’s hair.

“I’ve always wanted to get into your pants,” Suguru freely admits and Satoru doesn’t know what to do with these unknown feelings in his chest, squeezing his heart tightly.

“Wanted? Past tense?” he dares to ask as he blinks up at Suguru and he wasn’t prepared for the fond look on Suguru’s face.

“Want. Present tense,” he gently corrects him but that only makes Satoru frown.

“But you never did anything! Even now. You never do something.”

“Silly,” Suguru softly chides him. “You said there are only three reasons for people to approach you, remember?”

“My family, my money and—” Satoru trails off when realisation hits him. “You so vehemently refused my money even though you need it and I offered so of course you wouldn’t ever try to get into my pants.”

That’s just not how Suguru is, Satoru knows that. The money he really needed—still needs, if they are being honest—and even that Suguru refused. There is no way in hell he would try to get into Satoru’s pants if he fears that it could send the wrong message.

“I’ve been trying to get you to want to get into my pants,” Suguru admits with a little huff. “I’m not sure I’ve been very successful, though, not if we need to have this conversation.”

“I’m in love with you,” Satoru blurts out, suddenly painfully aware of that and unable to hold that in for a second longer. “I don’t just want to get into your pants.”

“If you’re going to say something cheesy, like you also want to get into my heart, then rest assured, you are,” Suguru reassuringly says before Satoru can even find the words to say it out loud. “You have been, Satoru, which is why I’m so scared of fucking this up.”

“It’s why you were so angry when I offered you money,” Satoru whispers in understanding.

“I never want you to think that I’m in it for that. Or any of the other reasons you mentioned before,” Suguru admits and Satoru laughs, bright and happy.

“Suguru, you sat through countless hours of me ranting about the most useless shit. There’s not a chance in hell I think you’re just in it for any of those three reasons, because no one would go through that only to get money out of me.”

It makes Suguru chuckle as well, just like Satoru wanted and he reaches up to brush his knuckles against Suguru’s cheek.

“I listen to you rant about your interests because I’m in love with you,” Suguru says. “It’s not useless shit if you enjoy it.”

Suguru seems almost put out about the fact that Satoru speaks about his interests like that and a new fondness rises in Satoru’s chest.

“You’re the best friend ever.”

“I’m your only friend,” Suguru corrects, something wistful in his voice and Satoru frowns.

“You’ll still be my friend even when we’re boyfriends, right?” he asks because it’s unfathomable to him to not be friends with Suguru no matter what else they are.

“I should hope so. I’d rather stay your friend forever than be your boyfriend only for a short while, just so you know,” Suguru tells him and Satoru moves before he can think about it.

He rises up, using he hand still on Suguru’s cheek to pull him down slightly, so he can bring their lips together. It’s not much more than a simple brush of skin and it still lights Satoru up like nothing else ever did.

“Okay,” Satoru then says and goes warm all over when Suguru smiles sweetly at him. “Boyfriends, then.”

“Boyfriends,” Suguru agrees and leans down just as Satoru moves up again.

This time it’s much more of a kiss than what Satoru did before and Satoru can’t help but to smile into it.

“I’m really happy I looked lonely enough for you to talk to me,” he admits when they part and when Suguru frowns at him Satoru can’t help but to find it cute.

“I never want you to look lonely ever again,” Suguru decidedly say and Satoru grins cheekily at him.

“I won’t. I have you now, don’t I?” he says and melts when Suguru scratches at his scalp.

“You do, Satoru. You do.”

Satoru feels like the cat who got the cream, all happy and warm, and he settles back down in Suguru’s lap, content like he’s never before been in his life.

But he knows that no matter what, as long as he has Suguru by his side, he’ll always feel like this.

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