How Rigidly He Sits At The Beginning Of The Game VS How Smoothly He Sits Towards The End Of The Game.

How rigidly he sits at the beginning of the game VS how smoothly he sits towards the end of the game.

Connor is so good looking in the snow except the last one. 😭👍

Connor appreciation: snow

Connor dear u don't lick the blue blood. 😔

Happy Ending for everyone. 😀👍

reblog and tell me what you consider to be the “true” ending of Detroit: Become Human

They turn him into the emo boy. 😔👍

Five in S3:

NAUGHTY

pairing. yandere!hoseok x f!reader

synopsis. It’s humiliating enough to be the shadow of your beloved and successful older brother. You didn’t think you would survive him walking in on you being a naughty girl.

genre. stepbrother!hoseok. adopted sister!reader. christmas special!

word count. 5.3k

warnings. pseudo-incest. penetrative smut. hitting it from behind whooooo also masterbation (f). praise kink. virgin kink (maybe? i swear i include virgin kink too many times i need to stop). porn. dubcon kissing. manipulation. emotional abuse. abusive parents. low self esteem. feelings of shame. insecurities. comparing self to sibling. self-hate. blackmail. threats. oc’s pretty awkward but i like her. hoseok’s prettu evil but i like him too. hate the parents. yes i included a mistletoe scene for the cliche lovers (aka me but also not me). so many goddamn christmas references i think i need to take a breather.

note. i edited this a whole lot so if you read the first version please give this version a try! (added smut and the ending!)

Christmas sucks.

The entire first level of the house is bustling with extended family, friends, and acquaintances. You hear everyone chatting with one another, many of them laughing with a cup of champagne in their hands as the hum of a holiday song plays in the background. Despite the numerous people around, no one talks to you. No one talks to the forgotten daughter sitting alone in a little red dress (that she was forced to wear) on a barstool near the counter, far away from her father and his wife, the generous hosts of the celebration. Not even they are willing to provide attention to you, as they seem to be too busy talking animatedly with invited coworkers across the room. You tap your finger on the rim of your cup, left elbow on the table and hand supporting your cheek. It sucks that you’re stuck with the quiet company of your apple cider.

The sound of the front door opening makes your finger pause. You immediately know who it is when you hear the numerous jolly greetings. Hellos ripple through the tall halls the guest blesses with his presence. When he finally reaches the main area of the formal party, all eyes are on him, but the first person he looks to is you.

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