#A LOT OF STUFF I HAD NO BUSINESS WATCHING

[idiasweat]

you're cute when you're ugly!

fem!yuu is not a morning person, Idia cuteness aggression warnings: general yuck factor, again self-indulgent so reader has long/wavy hair, switching POVs, idia being a weirdo word count: 2.5k

"I love sweaty bitches" -idia shroud (unprompted)

You can't believe you let Grim talk you into this.

There are a lot of things you'd do for your feline (and only) friend: cross an ocean, jump into the gates of the Underworld, save the entire cosmos...

...But getting up at 5am on a Saturday was not one of them.

Of course, the all-you-can-eat tuna special had to start on the one day of the week you don't have to leave your room. Your hopes of sleeping in until noon, eating expired ramen from the back of the pantry, and binging that new thing you'd been meaning to get into, are crushed underfoot like the remaining sleet and snow on Night Raven College's formidable campus.

At least, you reason with yourself, It's not like anyone will be out at this hour. You can get right back into bed as soon as you're home...

Hair unkempt and messy, the smell of B.O. and mildewed laundry stuck to your skin and lingering on your clothes, your pajamas, sweat-stained, underwear from Wednesday, with grimy walking shoes thrown on. It's not like you ever put a lot of effort into your looks, but you at least... try to shower.

But you see no reason to force on an entire school uniform and put your hair up just for a quick run to the store, especially at this hour. No teenage boy would be buying cat food at five in the morning on a weekend...

...You wouldn't be, either, but you're here.

Alone. Phew.

"I only have a coupon, so grab the cheapest stuff first," you tell Grim, your voice soft and low. If you can avoid catching Sam's eye while he restocks the refrigerators in the back, you'll have taken the easy route- little-to-no social contact. That lifts your spirits... if only a little.

While Grim fusses over whether to get the tuna plain or "with bits", whatever that entails, you wander the empty shop. It's usually stressful being here, but that's when it's peak business hours and the place is packed with shouting teenage boys, pushing and pulling and shoving to get to the shelves of energy drinks and junk snacks. Right now, when it's only you, Grim's quiet murmurs of incorrect math equations, Sam's humming, and the quiet store music, it's almost...

THWACK!

You turned a corner too sharply and bumped right into a shelf- no, not a shelf. Soft. A mannequin, or something? No, it's-

"EEP! S-sorry!"

Idia Shroud. He shuffles away from you as fast as his feet will carry him, and promptly collides with the nearest wall. You watch as he falls flat on his ass, the armful of mystery blind boxes he was holding spilling all over the open floor.

"Ow..."

You blink. It's been a month or so since you'd last seen him, and that was after the whole S.T.Y.X. thing. He didn't make much of an impression, and you assumed that was by design.

You want to ask if he's okay, but the words won't come out of your mouth. So, you only kneel to the tile, as if prayer, and scoop the tiny plastic boxes into a pile. It's not exactly your fault that he walked straight into the wall, but you'd feel bad if you just disappeared on him.

For a moment, you can feel eyes on your face, and a hot wave of anxiety flushes through you. He's staring, no doubt. The sweat on your upper lip, the oil (and accompanying acne) on your forehead and chin, the grease clinging to your hair and reflecting the painfully fluorescent store lights... you're sweating. Can he smell that?

If anyone up there has any mercy, they'd kill you now.

No bolts of lightning reduce you to ash, though, and you curse the gods again. You can almost hear Idia swallowing, surely uncomfortable with your gross self, or your awkward silence, or some other embarrassing thing...

"Sorry," you manage, voice weak as you stand, awkwardly, and then bolt into the next aisle, trying to make it seem as if you're in a hurry rather than just pathetically escaping a scary social situation.

Damn it... it's only five thirty, and it's already been a terrible day.

Idia Shroud is having a great day.

Not only had he made it to Sam's while it was still normie-free, before the jocks had rolled in for their morning warmup jog and the early birds for their breakfast, not only was he first in line for the new merch for his favorite gacha, he had even seen a cute girl!!

He'd had the same idea. Duh.

It's not like he was expecting to run into anyone, either; from now until noon, Saturday mornings at Sam's are normie-free, making everything from Ignihyde dorm to the front door Idia's stalking territory.

...Er, he likes to think of it in more romantic terms, though. Like, a dungeon to defeat, or a map to clear before moving on to the next level.

And today, that would be hoarding the new wave of blind boxes for his latest gacha obsession before any normies can get their grubby little hands on them. He's never needed anything more than the ultra-rare secret figure of his fave... Or, well, that's what he thought. Until just a few moments ago, he was perfectly content with collecting his loot and fucking off into the sunrise to unwrap each precious plastic figure in the comfort of his bed, but now...

Damn it.

Idia swallows hard, hands shaking. He would normally feel humiliated after doing something as stupid as walking into a wall, but he can excuse it, just this once; it's not every day that he sees an angel.

His fists furl and unfurl, the bag of blind box goodies haphazardly hanging from the crook of his elbow. He would, normally, have made a beeline for the mirror room and been back in his bed by now, but he's been absent-mindedly wandering the halls in the main building for ten minutes. Something is keeping him.

A nagging feeling that he'd forgotten something, though he'd checked and re-checked his paper bag from Sam's at least ten times by now, counting every box inside, and then padding down his pockets for his phone, keys... nada. Is this how you're supposed to feel after seeing a beautiful person? Like you want nothing more than to throw away what you're holding with reckless abandon, to make room in your arms for them?

No. That's cringe. He feels dizzy because he'd walked face-first into a wall. That's it.

Idia's heart flutters at the memory of the Ramshackle Prefect rushing to his side like a guardian angel, helping him with his things without having to be asked, like he was the moe protagonist of some seasonal slice-of-life anime...

He swallows hard. And she was in pajamas, too. How many people could say that they had the privilege of seeing the Prefect just woken up? None but Idia. Well... that was a bit of a romanticization of what had really happened, but the matter remains the same: he'd caught her in a vulnerable moment, and rather than leaving him in disgust, she'd come closer, sat with him, helped him in his time of desperate need. The Prefect had always been a bit of a punching bag at NRC, a pawn for the normie chads to battle for dominance (and free labor) over, but she had no obligation towards a lowlife like Idia Shroud. Housewarden, sure. And he had accidentally kidnapped her cat last month (which he felt really bad about, BTW) but it's not like they knew each other. Idia had hardly spoken to the Prefect, let alone befriended her. And he held nothing over her head. So the only reason she had to help him was... simple good-heartedness. Compassion for a fellow loner, he'll call it.

And that is all to say, Idia got away with seeing the cutest person on campus, and she wasn't completely repulsed by him.

He felt light-headed enough to faint.

His feet pick up, a renewed sense of purpose and spring in his step as he heads back to his dorm. He'll have to check the CCTV footage of Sam's. Prefect might not be there anymore, but he can rewind to ten minutes ago...

"Ex-excuse me?"

Idia comes to a screeching halt, stuck in place like a criminal caught in the act. The voice is unfamiliar at first, but the soft padding of anxious footsteps tells him it's exactly who he'd been dreading it'd be.

"U-um," you start, hands stuffed in your pockets. "I-I think you might have something of mine..."

Idia's heart pounds in his chest. His throat dries. Would it be too much to hope that that "something" is- no, no, he shouldn't jinx it.

"S-sorry?" he tries. You open your mouth, but, failing to speak, only point to his hair. What?

His hand flies to the flaming locks and feels for something, his fingers eventually running over paper. He pulls a coupon out and stares at it.

"This is... yours?" he asks, stupidly. Did he really have that in his hair? From bumping into you!?

You shift, somewhat uncomfortably, as if you want nothing more than to flee to the safety and comfort of your bed. He knows the feeling.

"Y-yeah, and I... um, need it..."

Idia stares for a moment. Could it be that the golden gates of opportunity are finally opening for him? No, he couldn't be so cruel, not to you, not in your hour of need...

But, then... you're right there... messy, unwashed hair pulled back, sweat sticking to your skin, bags under your eyes, dressed in a hoodie and pajama pants... it's practically an invitation.

"...Okay," he says. "B-but I want something in return."

You sigh, not even surprised, which is, again, what Idia would have thought. After almost two full semesters of being everyone's trump card, bargaining chip, and gullible sap, you must be pretty tired of hearing those words.

"What is it?"

He shuffles forward, standing over you with a foreboding look on his face and sweat beading on his own forehead.

"C...can I... touch your head...?"

You give him a look. "...What?"

"Can I just..." he hesitantly reaches a hand, trembling, definitely cold and clammy, too, and, slowly, gently, pats your head. Twice, actually.

That felt good. You stare up at him, wide-eyed, that unintentional pout on your lips, and he can't help but smile (creepily, no doubt, though you don't say anything about it).

"Again?" he asks, almost too hopefully.

You shrug, and he giggles like a maniac. He pats you again, gently still, though he's grinning as if he just won a million thaumarks.

"A-again?" he posits, and you nod.

Pat, pat, pat, and then he's stroking your hair like he would a cat, threading his fingers through the loose strands, tucking it behind your ear and then untucking it and tucking it again. His hand ghosts over the nape of your neck and you shiver, pleasantly. His face and the split ends of his hair go cherry-red, and then soften to pink, and he gently runs the tips of his fingers over your neck, delighting in all of your reactions. How can one person be so cute? It's really not fair.

He pinches your cheek, lightly, and his other hand does the same, and before he knows it, his hands are all over you, cupping your face, brushing hair away from your forehead, rubbing behind your ears like you're a cute pet rather than a sweaty, flustered girl, melting into the touch like it's the greatest thing you've ever felt... which is pretty vindicating for Idia. qt 3.14 acquired, he thinks.

He'd kiss you if he could- wait. "C-can I...?" he asks weakly, pointed teeth pressing into his lower lip.

You blink. "Can you what?"

Sigh. He was kinda hoping you'd read his mind, but you're kissable and socially oblivious... double-cute.

"Kiss you?" he blurts out. "-N-NOT ON THE MOUTH!"

Yes, normally, he wouldn't in a million years dream of asking that, especially to someone he's only met a handful of times and spoken to even less. But he's feeling pretty bold, holding your coupon hostage and all (he'd long forgotten about it; it's on the floor by your feet), and this is just too good of a chance to pass up...

You blink your big, tired eyes at him (seriously. Are you trying to kill him?) and nod.

yissss yesyesyesyesYES.

Idia bites back another maniacal smile, and tests the waters with a kiss to the top of your head. It's nothing much- a gentle graze against your temple, barely noticeable- but you respond with a hum, which sets Idia off again. His hair bursts bright pink, and he has to remind himself to be gentle as he cups your cheeks in his palms again and covers your face in kisses. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw, chin, anywhere he can reach- or, uh, anywhere he can reach that wouldn't put him into cardiac arrest (thus the mouth and neck are off-limits... he'll save those for another story, whee hee!!)

His heart is already in survival mode, his nerves fried beyond recognition. Kiss, kiss, kiss, never strong enough to startle you, but hard enough so that you occasionally feel the gentle scrape of his pointed teeth against your cheek.

Idia kind of forgets where he is, in all honesty, so consumed by the crushing need to squish you like a plush toy that everything else melts away. And then-

"EWWWW!"

And that's the light of two magic pens at the end of the hall. Caught in the act, like some cheesy plot twist that a lazy writer would throw in because she doesn't know how else to end the story (which is NOT the case here, as Idia Shroud himself can assure you).

"Aw, seriously? We were just getting to the good part," Ruggie Bucchi says, thwacking Epel Felmier upside the head. The first-year sputters and coughs, his face cherry red.

"I didn't wanna see allat!" he argues. "We just need a few extra brooms for practice, I ain't no 'peepin Tom!"

Ruggie shrugs, breezing past you and Idia with Epel close behind.

"Suit yourself. And, hey, good for you," he says, pointing a smile to Idia as they pass. Idia stumbles over some half-baked response, completely unintelligible, and then shudders once they've vanished behind the next corner.

"...U-uh...There's your thing," he wheezes out, and you scoop the coupon up off the cold floor.

"Hah... yeah..." you mutter, not moving an inch.

Idia swallows. "S-sorry,"

"it's okay,"

You glance at him, and then away. He looks at you, and then diverts his attention to an uninteresting closed door nearby. This goes on for some time.

And then:

"...Okay... I-I have to..." you mutter.

Idia's face burns with embarrassment. You're never going to talk to him again after this. Was it even worth it if it means he won't have another chance with you? You haven't moved, yet, your feet planted firmly on the floor.

"But-" you start. "Um... maybe... before I go... one more?"

AN: thank you to stu. massa-senpai for the art

[ogviceversa]

Summer TF: Dad’s At Camp

Mac:

*Yawn* “Good Morning Dad,” I say walking out of my room from just waking up.

“Good Morning! Son hehe,” says my dad snickering.

“What’s so funny?,” I ask him.

“Oh nothing!,” he adds taking a sip of his coffee and then making a grossed out face.

“Okay… you feeling okay dad?”

“Oh yeah! Never better! Your brother got picked up at camp. He was being such a brat!!”

“I mean he didn’t seem like he wanted to go so I’m not surprised,” I say back.

“Oh yeahhhh he DEFINITELY didn’t want to go,” he says giggling again.

“Okay. You’re laughing again and it’s weirding me out. What’s going on?”

Dad sits down his coffee and leans in, he says in a whisper, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah dad of course.”

“I’m not dad!! It’s me Josh!”

I rolled my eyes, that’s so stupid! Why would my dad claim to be my little brother?

“Ugh, Dad— come on now, what’s going on? Is this like a midlife crisis???”

“Nooo Mac!!! It’s me Josh!”

“Prove it!,” I say back sternly.

“Remember when you broke dad’s trophy and you told me thst you blamed the neighbor’s cat!”

“Okay well Josh could have every well told you about that.”

“Ummmm…. Remember last night, you saw me walking around and asked me what I was doing up and I told you I was going to the bathroom?”

“Uhh yeah…,” I say back.

“Well… that was a lie… I actually went to dad’s room and used this magical thingy. It swap us! He’s in my body and I’m his! He woke up this morning and totally freaked out! I just pretended like I had no clue what happened and then he had to go to camp as me… actually I made him,” he says with a big grin.

That’s pretty elaborate to be a fake story… but I need evidence.

“Well show me this magical thingy… ,” I say to him.

Dad or possible Josh hops up and runs a lot like Josh to the back. He comes up and shows me what looks like a remote control.

“So you did with this?,” I ask him.

“Yep!”

“Fine, let’s try it!”

“Here let me show you!”

He clicks a button and aims at me. One second I’m looking at dad and then the next— IM LOOKING AT MYSELF!!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“Cool right?”

I a panic I hit the button and am immediately brought back to my body.

“Awww man! I wanted to try your body out too!,” he say to me.

“Wow… you’re actually Josh…”

“Yep it’s me!”

“Josh… that’s uhhh crazy… yet strangely awesome?”

“So you’ll keep this a secret?,” he begs me.

“ Well yeah! Sides who’s going to believe any of this…,” I say back.

“YAY! Soooo what should we do?,” asks Josh.

“Hmmm… wait, if you’re dad that’s means you have his stuff, right?”

“Yep!”

“Including his wallet?,” I say with a mischievous smirk.

“I think so!”

“Then let’s go shopping!”

“Ohhhh that’s a good idea!!!”

I tell Josh to hurry up and put some clothes on. We go shopping for hours. I get a new phone, Josh gets his video games he’s been wanting.

It’s so funny watching him navigate dad’s body, a little clumsy since he’s not used to dad’s size. But watching him, I can’t help but laugh. To me, the way he’s carrying dad’s body is so Joshy-like.

We eventually get home and Josh immediately pulls off his shirt and shoes… he flops on the couch and I can immediately smell his feet.

Josh is notorious on not wearing socks— and with the heat along with dad’s big feet…

“Josh, your feet reek Buddy!”

“Do they?,” Josh grabs dad’s foot and takes big sniff of it. He grins and I watch him adjust dad’s junk.

“You may wanna wash up,” I say to him.

“Ughhhh…. Do I have to???”

“I mean if you’re going to be Dad you’re going to have to take care of his body,” I say back.

“Fine!”

“You go wash up, I’ll order us lunch.”

I start to look up restaurants and see dad’s cell go off.

I grab it and answer it, “Hello?”

“Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Benson?,” I hear a male voice say over the phone.

“Um… he’s a little busy right now. Can I leave a message?,” I say back.

“Well actually maybe you can help me. His son is here at our camp. Says he’s sick and wants to go home, now I really think it’s just a case of home sickness. But it may help if someone who knows him tells him he’ll be okay.”

“Oh! Well I’m his older brother…”

“Oh great here give me one second…”

I feel nervous just thinking about what dad’s going to say to me…

“Hi,” I hear Josh’s voice say.

“Hey bud! It’s Mac, how’s camp going?”

“MAC! You got to get me out of here! Listen, I only have like a minute and I know this is going to sound crazy but it’s dad! Somehow I woke up this morning as Josh and now I’m here at this camp… and—”

“Josh, you don’t have to make up a story for me,” I say interrupting.

“NO MAC! I’m telling you the truth!!,” he says more aggressively.

“It’s okay! Listen, camp is going to be fun! Just enjoy it! Dad and I will see you next week!”

Before dad could say anything else, I hang up the phone.

Boyyy he’s going to be pissed when he gets back here!

Meanwhile…

Josh:

Today has been a blast!!! I’m so glad that Mac is cool with me being dad! We had soooo much fun!

Especially walking into stores, so many people would call me ‘sir’ and are sooo friendly! I feel powerful being this big!

And I’ve noticed something, dad’s body outside of his size is pretty different from mine.

I kept having this strange feeling in my pants. Like it started this morning when I first woke up. Dad’s big weiner keeps getting hard.

Like I felt it move around when I was smelling his big stinky feet!! And whats weird is that I really like it! It feels kinda good!

I kick off dad’s undies and I looked down at daddy’s naked body. I touch his tummy and then his weiner.

It feels so good just touching it….

I turn on the water and sit on the toilet. I grab his foot and rub it on daddy’s face. It tickles feeling daddy’s beard.

I love daddy’s feet… I even like the stinky smell! I give his foot a kiss before sitting it down.

I hop into the shower and the warm water feels good.

I start with washing daddy’s hairy butt and then moved to the front. I run soap all over and when I get down to his junk… I kinda just stopped washing and played with his weiner.

I tug on it and notice how good it feels… I do it over and over again!

I wonder if Mac does this with his…

I tug faster as I put shampoo in daddy’s hair. I look down at daddy’s feet…. His feet…

I think about the smell and how it felt rubbing it on daddy’s face. And that’s when it happened!

I felt all of daddy’s body tighten… I let out a loud roar! His weiner started to spray all over the shower!!!

I nearly fall to the ground from how good it felt!

Once I felt like I could get off the floor, I finished washing daddy’s body.

I dry off and head out to the kitchen.

Mac says, “so we’re doing Chinese for lunch.”

“Yummy!!! Hey Mac, can I ask you something?,” I say dropping dad’s towel.

Mac:

Oh my god! Josh is standing in front of me naked in dad’s body and just explained to me that he jerked off without knowing.

“Josh, buddy that is normal but something really private,” I say to him.

“Really? Well how do you do it? I just kept tugging like this…,” Josh shows me on dad’s body and I feel all kinds of weird.

Especially since watching him tug on dad’s semi flaccid dick started to give me a hard on.

“I just don’t know if I’m doing it right,” he says to me.

“I mean I don’t know if there is a right way…”

“Well can you show me how you do it?”

I gulp. “Uhhh like this,” I say gesturing in the air.

“No come here!,” Josh grabs my hand and forces it on dad’s junk.

I grasp it… holy crap… I stroke it and he says, “ohhhh that feels better! Keep doing it!,” he says with a smile.

“Well no I shouldn’t…”

“PLEASE!!!”

“Josh, I can’t!”

He looks down at my crotch and says, “well let me try it on you.”

Josh reaches into my pants and pulls out my dick.

“Oh I like yours!,” he says fondling it in dad’s masculine hands. It feels so good…

I try to pull back but Josh starts stroking it… I let out a moan.

Josh using my dick pulls me and says, “follow me!”

We go to dad’s room and he says, “is this okay Mac?”

“No, I’m sorry Josh. We should probably stop…”

“Awww man!”

“Or wait… I got an idea.”

I grab the device from earlier. I swap the two of us.

“Go up to my room. We shouldn’t do this together, I’ll be in dad’s room.”

“Wow! Thanks Mac!!,” he says from my body.

Josh runs out and I look down at dad’s massive dick.

“Fuck… this is so wrong!”

7 Days Later:

That first day, I jerked off too many times to count. Josh and I never switched back. Im still in dad’s body and he’s still in mine.

He really enjoys being me and I’ve really enjoyed having dad’s body. It’s so strange, I never thought I’d feel this comfortable being an older guy— especially my own dad!But I love so much about this body. The strength and power this body has, the way others look at me.

And I’ve even hooked up with a few guys this week. All of them 20 something, handsome. Kind of guys who wouldn’t give me the time of day from my skinny body.

Josh, spends ALOT of time in my room. Which I can only assume what he’s doing in there. Other than the first day, we’ve respected each other’s boundaries.

Josh’s only request is that he wants to give me daily foot massages.

You know what, I get it. Dad’s got some nice feet. I’ve hooked up with a couple of guys who begged me to let them worship these feet. And hell— I find myself staring at his toes.

And now the worst part— today’s the day dad’s coming back from camp…

He’s going to be so surprised when he sees his body pull up in his car. I didn’t bring Josh with me.

A few minutes and I see a bus unloading. Dad comes running over grinning.

“What the fuck?,” I say softly.

He hops into the car and says, “You learned to drive??!”

“No lol, it’s me— Mac.”

“Mac??? You’re in my body??,” he says with a smirk.

“Yep.”

“Did Josh do this?”

“Nope, my idea. He’s in my body and neither of us want to swap back soon.”

“Really? Well, that’s funny because I think I want to stay this way for awhile as well,” he says back.

“Really???”

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun. And I don’t want to go back to work so— best of luck with that!”

“Well, I guess you’ll be Josh, Josh will be me, and I’ll be you?”

“Yep that’s right dad!,” he says to me.

We both laugh and head back home!

[emskryptonite]

Favorite Reporter

a/n: i've had this idea for a few days now and figured i might as well just go ahead and put it out there! in my head this is david's clark, but the profile pic is tom's clark bc he's my fav, and either way it can be whichever version of him you want hahaha happy reading!! (also i swear I'll get my masterlists up soon!! I've just been busy) - Emmy ❤️

Summary: Clark Kent gets to interview a world-famous singer, but his questions reveal a bit more than fans thought they'd ever get.

Pairing(s): Clark Kent x famous!singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Content/Warnings: not much that i can think of, not proofread (who's surprised), fluffy, reader is described as feminine but only once or twice, people jumping to conclusions??, idk if i missed something lmk!!

Masterlist | Clark Kent/Superman Masterlist

“There’s the superstar,” the man says as he’s given the cue that the cameras are rolling. “Thank you for agreeing to do this interview. I know it’s a bit different from how the Planet usually does things.”

“Well, I think it’s a fun change. Besides, I’d do anything for my favorite journalist, Mr. Kent,” you reply.

“It’s hardly fair to pick favorites.” He gives you a schoolboy grin, one that’s all too irresistible.

“When other reporters start treating me as kindly as you, maybe then I’ll play fair.” You match his tone, giving him a sickly sweet smile in return. He really is your favorite, and you don’t see a point in lying about that.

“I’m gonna get right into things if that’s alright with you,” he changes the topic, raising a brow and trying his best to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

“Go right ahead, Mr. Kent.”

“I’d like to start with your latest album. If I recall correctly, there was quite the uproar as you were releasing the track titles. Was there not?”

“There was! I’ve been known for writing breakup songs for quite a while now, so when the track titles sounded like love songs, I think it weirded out the fans a bit. Some of them were freaking out, thinking I’d been tied down. Others were theorizing, swearing it was some kind of deep fake, plot twist situation.”

“So, what inspired the genre change, a new muse perhaps?” He leaned forward the slightest bit, narrowing his eyes. Saying he was interested to hear your answer would be an understatement, even if it is more for personal interest than reporting sake.

Failing to stifle a smile, you cross your legs, getting more comfortable in your seat. “Something like that. I guess I just wanted to prove I could do more than angsty breakups. I can do all of the sweet, mushy stuff, too, and I suppose there was a part of me that wanted to show the world that I’m capable of more.”

“Well, I think you’ve done just that. You accomplished a lot with the writing, but also with the feel of the album. Speaking of the writing, it feels different compared to past albums, aside from just the topic. Was there a change in technique or maybe some new inspiration, style-wise?” He takes a moment to push his glasses up his nose, and you can’t help but take notice of just how unfairly attractive it is.

“Yeah! I’ve always been inspired by the artists I grew up listening to, but I wanted this album to really stand out. So, I also took some inspiration from newer or younger artists. I mean, I’ve always admired Taylor Swift for her way with words, so I took the time and worked on my wording, tried to be more descriptive. Sabrina Carpenter is a newer artist that I’ve loved to watch grow, and it’s difficult not to admire how adorably scandalous she can be. I think that’s definitely prominent in one or two of the songs from the new album. So, yeah, in short, I’ve expanded my style in multiple ways, and there are plenty of artists I was inspired by!”

“Speaking of scandalous, I think you surprised a lot of fans with Track Seven. Was there something, or someone, in particular that inspired the mood shift?” His face is beet red, and it makes you grin like the Cheshire Cat.

“Yeah, I mean, honestly, with certain lines from some of my previous songs, I think people have kinda been waiting for a song like that from me for a while now. It’s probably not exactly what they expected either, but you know, everyone deserves to feel sexy every once in a while. At the end of the day, that’s what Track Seven is really about, innuendos aside.”

“Clearing his throat, he moves the interview along, “Well said. Now, I know you’re focus is most likely on this album, but I have to ask about any future plans you might have. Maybe a tour? Or, if we’re lucky enough, a sister album?”

“Well, unfortunately, there’s no sister album,” you both share a laugh, “but the idea of a tour has been tossed around. There are no official plans yet, but we’re certainly not against it.”

“Also concerning future projects, sort of, you have a music video premiering just a few hours after this interview will be posted. What can fans expect?”

“Ooh! I like this question! For starters, the video is the first single of the album, Track Eleven, and I really just wanted to make viewers feel how I felt while writing that song. So, I guess you could expect the whimsy, love-struck feel of the song to shine through.”

“I can’t wait to watch it, then,” he gives you another one of those boyish grins, and you can’t help but flush.

“I certainly hope you enjoy it, Mr. Kent.”

“I have no doubt that I will. Now, I’m sure you know I have more, uh, gossipy questions for you.”

“Hit me with your best shot.” You already know exactly what’s coming.

“With the topic of your album, people have been speculating about your love life even more than usual. On top of the album, I believe in a recent Instagram post of yours, there was a shiny ring on a pretty important finger. Is there any truth to these rumors, or are they nothing more than speculation?”

Again, you can’t fight the grin on your face, and subconsciously, your right hand moves to play with the ring that should be on your left ring finger. “No, their detective skills are quite on par with this one. Just about a month and a half ago, I got married.”

The reporter’s cheeks blaze once more. “Is there anything you’d like to share about him? He sounds pretty lucky to have landed someone like you.”

“I think I’m the lucky one, Mr. Kent,” you can’t hide the twinkle in your eyes. “He’s the most selfless and generous man I’ve ever met. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You’re beaming, glowing even, and Clark wants to commit the sight to memory.

“Was the outing of your marriage pre-discussed, or is he getting thrown under the bus here?” He takes a teasing tone once more, his confidence returning a bit.

“Oh, I’m totally throwing him under the bus. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d ask about it. You’re usually one to stay away from tabloid gossip and fan rumors, Mr. Kent.”

“Color me curious,” he shrugs. The producer signals that your time is almost up from off-screen, so Clark begins to wrap things up, “Alright, well, our time is coming to an end, so I’ll go ahead with the last question if that’s alright with you.”

“Ask away.”

“With these on-camera interviews, the Daily Planet likes to give the interviewee a chance to become the interviewer. So, is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

You don’t hesitate. “Just once thing, Mr. Kent,” you start with a wicked grin, “How long is the Planet gonna let my husband interview me?”

“Well, I’d say until you stop giving him exclusive answers, Mrs. Kent, or until that camera stops rolling.”

“Like I said before, anything for my favorite reporter.”

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Core froze for a moment. "O-old man?" He muttered softly only to roll his eyes after composing himself a bit. "I guess I like t day dream and reminisce about stuff a bit. But that doesn't mean I'm old." He snapped back, but there was no heat to it, no bite, if anything it was more of a lighthearted jab itself in a way. "And I'd prefer something other than a rocking chair. Maybe a bench outside so you can sit with me." The kitsune chuckled softly.

Then Kohaku spoke about how Core could pull off "handsome ancient forest spirit" better than anyone he knew. This made Core's heart skip a beat and his blush deepen more. "Ah... W-well I hope so. But we can't say for sure." He chuckled softly then looked at Kohaku, being reminded of their different ways of aging. He was reminded of Kohaku's mortality, of how Core himself would surly out live his lover. It hurt to recall such ideas, and he did his best to bury them down so they wouldn't cause him any pain.

Eventually Core gave a mischievous chuckle. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time you rushed to me. But it doesn't happen very often that you get so needy, so if you do wanna rush back, I promise I'll take care of you." A deep purr vibrated Core's chest while his tail swayed. The kitsune enjoyed the kiss, not wanting it to end as he gave just as much affection and love to Kohaku. Then, Core felt Kohaku's forehead on his own. The fox gave a soft chuckle, wrapping his arms around Kohaku for a moment. "I will, I promise. I love you so much, you be safe too, please." He chirped then felt Kohaku backing away to leave and Core gave a tiny whine but let his arms drop as he walked outside with Kohaku and watched the demon slayer leave from the next to the door, Core waving a bit as Kohaku left.

Once Kohaku was out of sight from Core went back inside and began to clean up to keep busy. Sweeping, dusting, and a bit of scrubbing but not much since he didn't want to leave the house to fetch any extra water so he only used a small bit to preserve what they had, which was a lot but still.

Eventually Core finished up and went to the kitchen and began to work on some ideas for tea. He hummed in thought for a moment then got to work making a floral tea using some chamomile he had been drying for a while and adding some peach slices into one portion and some lychee into another and some orange into another, smaller portion. He was wanting to see which of the three tasted best by themselves then test which combination of the three tasted well. He didn't steep anything just yet though, just got the ingredients together and portioned them off.

When that was done he went and grabbed some baking ingredients and began to make some sweet buns. Mostly to keep his mind off of some not so good thoughts but also because he thought it would be nice to have small snacks to go with the treats. He was going to try and make the buns fairly small though but wasn't too worried about it.

He worked hard on the buns, making sure that everything was as close to perfect as he could get it, even it somethings were just not even close to perfect he knew he tried. Once the sweet buns were in the oven, Core finally went and began to carefully steep the tea into different pots, being sure to keep track of which pot was which. The whole time this happened, the home began to fill with the scent of sweet buns, lychee tea, peach tea, and orange tea. It was oddly pleasant and Core's tail swayed happily the whole time he worked.

=K

Kohaku couldn’t help but grin as Core rambled with that flustered little chirp at the end, ears bright red and tail twitching behind him. It was adorable—endearingly so—and the demon slayer ate it up.

He leaned down just enough to nuzzle against Core’s neck, his voice husky but teasing as he murmured, “You know, for someone who’s just a few years older, you really do talk like an old man sometimes.” He pulled back just enough to give the kitsune a pointed look, smirking with that cocky tilt to his brow. “Settling down, talking about youthful looks like you’re reminiscing from a rocking chair—if I didn’t know better, I’d be worried I’m dating a grandpa in a pretty fox disguise.”

He paused to savor the look on Core’s face—flustered, embarrassed, and ridiculously cute—before laughing and leaning in again, this time planting a kiss square on the tip of Core’s red ear. “But don’t worry, you pull off ‘handsome ancient forest spirit’ better than anyone I know.”

With one final squeeze around Core’s middle, Kohaku walked him slowly to the door, still holding his hand. “I’ll be back before the tea goes cold, promise. And I expect the same amount of care and passion you put into everything—especially the scandalous stuff.” He winked, then added with a low chuckle, “And if you keep talking like that, I’ll be the one needing to rush back.”

He leaned in for one more kiss at the door��slow, lingering, full of affection that ran deep beneath the teasing—and rested his forehead to Core’s once more. “Be safe. Rest. And no sneaking off to go buy supplies without me, old man.”

[zoquette]

teach me?

oliver aiku x fem!/afab!reader genre : smut, mdni 18+ wc : 1k words cw : first time, f!giving, age gap (a lil)

imagine what it feels like to be 'just' a manager to the captain of U20s japan, not every girl is as lucky as y/n to be one.

it was the fresher welcome party for the new trainees who had recently joined the professional team. you made the arrangements of course, it was oliver who you work for, after all. he didn't want anything to get mess up, so he was quick put the pressure on you.

being with him was hella like what it felt like to be tortured, without any breaks not to mention. he wouldn't even care to move an inch from the couch while stuffing some snacks right after every practice or match.

stuff like doing the laundry, washing the utensils or cooking was way too far away to even be noticed in his daily routine. eat, sleep, practice and of course, video games always kept him too occupied to even care.

it felt like babysitting him.

but who you had your eyes on now, was just enough to take your mind off your tiring schedule. you would stare at sendou every time there was a team meeting or anything similar, he was the one you always needed by your side.

you had to discuss it with someone who knew sendou a lot, and it obviously was none other than your lousy 'foster baby' who you babysitted non-stop.

"aiku.."

"what?" can't you see I'm busy with something?" he frowns, without turning his head to face you, focused on his stupid video game.

wow. what a bitch.

but you really needed help from him, he's the only one who can get you close to your crush, even if you have to listen to his awfully attractive voice spilling shit.

"I wanted to learn something.. well um, things, actually so—" he cut you off, rolling his eyes at you. "didn't I just tell you something?" atleast he cared to grace you with a look.

but then again how the fuck could you forget that he's got that dicky attitude?

"oliver, hear me out for this once" you take a seat beside him, in front of a huge tv, on the couch. this was the first time you talked to him informally. it was actually very weird to keep saying 'mister' or 'sir' every time before his name as he was just about you own age.

he turned off the tv, facing you and giving in a small nod. he looked different, so mature up close but well, his actions spoke otherwise.

you took a deep breath, "sendou. I like him alot." you continue checking his reaction, only to find him looking curious but his eyes, they not seem to have their usual shine in them.

"and?" he raises a brow. "I want you to tell me, or even teach me, everything he likes about a girl" you let out a sign of relief, you did it, you actually asked him about sendou.

"what do I get in return?" oliver gets closer to your face, "hm?" you look at him with disbelief. "kidding" he lets out a chuckle.

"okay. he really wants to get together with a pin up model. that's it." you think over a quick second before replying, "now I can't suddenly become a model, you know?"

"you don't have to, you've already got the curves so just one thing to focus on" he grabs a can of coke from the side table. "what do you mean?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"sex, darling, be good at it."

come on. that couldn't be true, really sendou? what the actual fuck are you, so pervy? but you knew you liked him anyways so you gotta do something.

"you know what? I'm a virgin. How am I supposed to be good at sex?" he looks a little shocked for some reason. "that's none of my problem, y/n."

"teach me?"

aiku chokes over the coke he just sipped a second ago, his eyes widening in surprise. was this actually happening? had destiny finally smiled at him?

"not the couch maybe?" your cheeks turning red while watching him strip his thin shirt off his well defined body which he noticed but didn't say a word, smirking in his mind.

damn. what a demi-god.

the next moment, he gestures you to follow him to his room. it's all clean and tidy thanks to you. aiku sits on the bed, "get down."

you gulped. nervousness sending shivers throughout you body, you can even hear how quickly your heart pounds, getting faster every millisecond.

"take it out" him barking orders is not new to you though, but it's still kinda scary. "use your mouth" oliver putting his weight on his arms on the bed as support.

you pulled his dick out and took a moment to realize how thick and long he was. how come you didn't even play the slightest attention before all this?

"staring, are we?"

you glare at him for pulling that awful, annoying joke, just another one of many. "what're you waiting for?!" oliver looked frustrated. the heck is his problem? it was your first time but he doesn't give a fuck about it?

he pushed your head down on his throbbing cock, your hair entangled in his fingers as his dick hits your throat so deep. a small tear fell from the corner of your eye, he could always be an asshole for sure.

you did your best to satisfy your 'mentor', which earned you a series of continuous pants and shit from him.

"mhm.. you're not so bad for first time, h-huh—?"

right after you were done, happy about your work, you made him cum not once, but twice in your mouth. "satisfied?" you looked at him, only to get ignored.

"you think."

confused about whatever he was pissed about. you did good, actually. maybe it was just that aiku hated the idea of you?

"that's not even close to giving pleasure to a man. you're just a cute little innocent one, sendou's outta your league."

that very moment, you pushed him to the bed to face you.

"lemme show you what even a novice can do."

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[kiraplex]

hii! can i please request baking with mark and oliver headcannons? thank you!

Headcanons + small ficlet of Mark and Oliver baking with a gn!reader who is marks partner :)

A/n: thank you so much for the request!! This was sososos cute :) I responded to this particular request very fast because when I sat down to write I was very tired and didn’t feel like writing anything heavy, and this was super cute! It’s also quite a short response sorry .. im sorry if you didn’t want reader to be marks partner, that’s just how I read the prompt for some reason.

W/c: Headcanons: 580 , Ficlet: 405

I’m assuming for this that you know about Oliver’s secret identity as well as Marks, but if you didn’t you certainly do now!!

The kid gets so excited when he hears you’re making cookies together he jumps in the air and just forgets to land.

I don’t think he’s ever baked before so of course he’s going to get excited!! 

He’s only a few months old technically, and during his time on earth he’s just never got the opportunity to bake cookies. Debbie is busy a lot with real estate work and Paul, and the babysitter never does fun stuff like that with him, only math and boring homework.

So he’s ecstatic to be able to bake with two of his favourite people :) I think you’re like an honorary big sibling to him especially if you spend a lot of time at home with mark.

Mark has to remind him that he can’t fly in front of people even if it IS you

“But you flew them into your room through the window last night!”

The subject is quickly changed.

The boys bicker a lot so you have to be somewhat of a mediator. Oliver says he wants to bake something extravagant like a cake, and the two of you have to convince him to tone it down a little for you guys first try. Mark isn’t confident with his nor Oliver’s baking ability.

Eventually you guys decide on cookies! Should be simple enough.

(Spoiler alert: it isn’t simple)

When it comes to mixing the wet ingredients Oliver tries to show off and ends up mixing the bowl so hard that the liquid splashes out and gets on the floor and the wallpaper too and it has to be cleaned up by either you or mark, naturally.

He didn’t mean to!! It was an accident.

The entire process is very messy and takes a lot longer than it should between bickering and having to clean up the various messes that you guys (mostly Oliver) end up making.

At one point he manages to explode an entire bag of flour over you all by dropping it.

It’s not all a disaster!! You’re all laughing about it and you and mark get a very sweet moment where he wipes the flour off your face, before Oliver interrupts and tells you to stop doing weird mating rituals in the kitchen. 

He’s still not quite grasped typical etiquette.

When the cookies are in the oven you and mark spend the time tidying up and cleaning up.

You give Oliver the mixing bowl and spoon to lick out and he’s so happy!! It’s so good, why can’t you all bake cookies every day? 

Nevertheless the cookies turn out well :) lots of chocolate chips in them.

Oliver tries to eat one before they’ve cooled down and almost ends up burning himself from grabbing the hot cookie. He’s totally fine, it’s just a bit of a shock. He makes you or mark test the temperature of the cookies before he dares to pick one up again.

After you clean up and the cookies have cooled enough I think you share them with Debbie after she gets home from work and it’s very sweet :)

You all sit in the couch area and watch something on tv while you eat and relax together. 

I really liked this prompt and felt like my headcanons were kind of short so I wrote a short ficlet of it too :)

Oliver laughed loudly as he hovered in the air at about your eye level, holding the unopened bag of flour under one arm, the other clutching his side as he continued to giggle, rolling around in the air as if Mark had just said the funniest thing he’d ever heard in his life. 

“Oliver! Be careful!” 

Mark hisses, exasperated, his own feet planted firmly on the ground. He glances to you almost apologetically, then back at the floating half-alien “you’ll drop the flour! And Mom said no flying in the house.”

“I’m not gonna drop the flour!”

Olive responds, righting himself so he’s floating the right way up, grabbing the flour and starting to juggle it with ease, grinning wide.

“See? Look!”

“Oliver-“ 

“Cmooon, stop being such a killjoy. [Y/N] is having fun too, see?”

Oliver whines, and with zero warning other than his response to Mark, Oliver throws the floor to you with the speed and direction of a baseball pitcher. That is to say, it was much too fast for you to catch in close range, and the ball slams into the counter, coating all three of you, and the surrounding two metre radius, in a thin coating of white flour.

Silence immediately fills the room. 

The first to break the silence is Oliver, who is, unfairly, the least covered in flour out of the three of you, giggling quietly.

Mark groans, wiping his flour covered hands on his shirt, which is also flour covered, giving him the appearance of some sort of unusually sculpted ghost. He turns to you, sighing slightly.

“Sorry, this wasn’t quite the bonding experience I had in mind..”

He admits, wiping his eyes of flour and shaking the dust off of his hands, producing a small white cloud he has to wave away.

“Here, let me get that for you..”

He leans in slightly, reaching a hand up to gently brush the flour off your cheek, averting his eyes as he does so. Even after everything, he’s still shy. It’s sweet, really.

After a few seconds he returns his gaze back to your face, smiling slightly and leaning in towards you for a kiss, eyes fluttering closed and mouth opening slightly-

“Ew! I’m still here, stop doing weird mating rituals, we’re supposed to be baking.”

Oliver pokes his head out from behind mark, causing him to whip around.

“Oliver! Quit doing that- I was just.. cleaning them up!”

[16mistypaw]

First time attempting some incorrect quotes. Featuring @skyloftian-nutcase 's HC Crew, and pieces of conversation we've actually had.

Four: We have a STICU boarder who found out getting into a MVC without a seat belt is equivalent to stepping on a pretzel

Wild: Lots of bones go crunch?

Four: Yeah, pretty much.

Wild: He's gonna be known as pretzel dude from now on. 🥨

~

Coworker: So we're doing this counciling thing at Church-

Sky: Wait, you're Catholic?

CW: Yeah, I've seen you at church.

Sky: You HAVE??

CW: I waved at you.

Sky: DID I WAVE BACK??

CW: YES!!

~

Hyrule, out in the middle of an overgrown field hunting for a patient.

Wild, sometime later: Did you find Waldo yet?

~

Wars: Of all these CEs we have, only one looks somewhat interesting

Legend: And of course the 'next' button has to have a cool down on it. Cause why would you want to make it easy.

~

Sky, just finishing a 7 night rotation: Yeah, I had a class the first day I worked, and have another all day after my last shift.

Wind: So you're up all day and all night the day you have classes? You've gotta be exhausted.

Sky: Just gotta pray and caffeinate 😃

~

Four, writing a progress note: "Pt is relatively indisposed this morning. Had a busy night pulling out central lines and raising cain"

~

Wars: Why is your arm bandaged up?

Legend: Why am I the common sense filter when it comes to health stuff?

Wars: Huh?

Legend: Ravio gave his poison ivy to me. I've been keeping medicine and a bandage on it. He's been picking at his. Like, it's raw and blistered, maybe you should do something about it too??

Wars: The struggle is real, man.

~

Sky: I remember one time we had a tornado warning, and there's nowhere in the house without windows except the hallway. So I just stuck my bird in the hall, and accepted my fate in the living room.

Hyrule: I like to stand outside and watch the swirling clouds form. They rarely turn into full tornados anyway.

Legend: I almost got struck by lightning once, standing out in the storm. Don't recommend.

Twilight: Y'all are crazy.

~

Four: You know you're night shift when you and your coworker walk outside, and their immediate reaction is "Omg, it's too bright out here"

Four: Seeing sunlight through the windows when you pick up a day shift is also really disorienting.

~

Hyrule: Yeah I worked Sunday night, had Clinical Monday day, and then picked up a shift that night.

Hyrule: My captain kicked me out of the building for a few hours though, to try and get some sleep.

~

Wild: Sure is busy tonight, we'll see how many New Year's admits we get.

Four: I'm waiting on report for a heart transplant patient from the OR right now.

Wild: New Year, new heart. That's one way to start the year off.

~

Wars, reading handoff notes: Got a pt called Animal. Not the worst name I've seen.

Legend: Animal? Like the Muppet?

~

Legend: Weren't you in class earlier when you were texting me? Was it that boring?

Hyrule: Yeah, at least the morning was. We did scenarios in the afternoon, that was interesting at least.

Hyrule: Had to fight the teacher as he pretended to be a combative patient. We had to tie him down to the stretcher.

Legend: Not everyday you get to tie up your teacher

[r0seb100d]

just watched rumble fish and I can’t stop thinking about ponyboy!reader x rusty james😞

like she’s super philosophical n stuff all the time and she’ll say somethin deep and he’ll just look at her like “wtf are you on about”

Hii! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader

Rusty-James x philosophical Ponyboy!reader headcannons

- Being honest, when Rusty-James first met you, he thought you were extremely weird and was freaked out by you because of how quiet you were and how spaced out you always seemed. He felt as though you could see something he couldn’t, and his dumbass was genuinely uncomfortable

- You confused him because you sometimes hung out with the gangs, but he couldn’t wrap his head around how you could possibly fit in

- Though he was surprised when he overheard you giving them really good advice about one of the fights that was due to go down that night, and when they successfully ran that gang out of town, he couldn’t get you out of his head

- You mainly hung out with Steve, as you were both on the quiet and intelligent side 

- He eventually warmed up to you when he saw how well you got along with Steve, though he still wasn’t really sure how to communicate with you and definitely would not talk to you on his own

- Though he figured if he could be best friends with Steve, he could get along with you

- He would randomly sit at your booth at Benny’s and talk to you, offering you a coke

- The more he spoke to you the more he realised that he was being an idiot this whole time 

- You reminded him of his brother, the Motorcycle Boy, which made him feel safe with you and he really began to like you

- He enjoyed days where it was just you, him, and Steve, where the three of you would just hang around and he could get a break from violence

- He got really jealous when you and Steve would talk about things he didn’t understand, so he started inviting you to spend time with him on your own, saying Steve was busy

- You really liked him. He was so different to you and he was so real, he didn’t hide anything and you admired that

- You would just talk about anything whilst he smoked, just liking to hear your voice and watch you talk about things that meant a lot to you

- He is really protective of you. Though you are incredibly smart, he sees you as vulnerable and knows what types of guys are around

- He loves how gentle you are, especially when it’s just you and him alone on the couch and he can just lay on your chest while you play with his hair

- You try to get him to read more, but he prefers when you read to him 

- Sometimes you say things that really catch him off guard, like he’ll be talking about a fight he had and you just start going on about a philosophical theory that he has no idea about or how it relates to the conversation

- Bewildered stares. All the time. He just stares at you with the blankest eyes and murmurs a ‘What the fuck are you even talkin’ about…”

- Though he doesn’t always understand, he trusts you with everything. He knows that you know, and that’s all that matters to him

- Always listens to everything you say

- He finds you so endearing

- If anyone dares to interrupt you or judge you for the way you speak he’s immediately on their ass

- You two work surprisingly well together. He breaks you out of your shell and you calm him down

- Very touchy. Always has his hands on you or around you, as it supposedly ‘grounds him’

- He tells you about the Motorcycle Boy and how you would really like him. The two of you are his favourite people that he admires so much

- You two go on long trips together. He’s restless and always needs to be doing something and you just love to visit and explore new places

-You find it really sweet when he tries to bring up something you mentioned, trying to show you that he does listen

- Deep down, he’s afraid that you’ll leave him. He prays that you never do

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[sdmnpact]

Black Eye.

Friend!Wroetoshaw x Reader, fluff

[] requested💕

[] " hiiii i really liked your platonic!george + arthur + chris injury fic! would you be willing to write something similar with harry where reader is clumsy and gets bruises a lot and accidentally gives herself a black eye? he sees her at a sidemen shoot and then he freaks out a bit and get protective of her bc he thinks someone else did that to her but nah she's just clumsy

its alr if not but love your works, hope you're doing well !"

[] tw: mentions of bruising, cuts, scraps

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You woke up with a massive headache. You never get headaches this early in the morning so this was very strange. You sat yourself upright on the bed, actually getting out of bed was always difficult but you had to get along with your day since you have a sidemen shoot today. Their favorite camerawoman can't be late.

You slowly made your way towards the bathroom flicking on the lights and doing your business. Finally when you went to wash your hands, you saw it.

A big purple bruise on your right eye. You reached to touch it feeling a stinging sensation making you quickly pull away. The bruise reached all the way above your eyebrow to just above your nose. It was extremely swollen making it look even worse. How did this happen? You thought to yourself. You were perfectly fine before you went to bed. You tried to play out the events of last night.

I ate dinner, watched tv, and got ready for bed...

The memories came back of you bending over to pick something off the ground by the bathroom counter and smacking your face right on the corner. It hurt like a bitch but you didn't think anything of it since you're always hurting yourself. You just continued your night routine and went to bed early for the shoot.

Looking at yourself in the mirror now, you regret not caring for it last night as it has now gotten extremely out of hand. It looks like you were punch by a kangaroo. It was very noticeable and there was no way you could hide it all day.

You pulled out your makeup bag and began applying foundation, trying to somewhat make a difference. You caked on the foundation which made you look even more strange since you often don't wear this much. It's still quite obvious but not as bad as before. You put on a sidemen hat and some sunglasses to finish off. Hopefully the makeup lasts and no one notices.

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You arrived at the shoot and walked into the huge warehouse to see a couple of crew members already setting up. You quickly walked over to the crew table and put your stuff down, keeping your head low. You went about your routine as normal and began unpacking the things you need.

"Hey Y/n!" A voice said making you jump at the sudden sound. You turned around to see John holding his camera. "Hey John, what's up!" You replied cheerfully. "Whats up with the sunglasses? And the hat? You never wear hats." He said with a confused look on his face. "Oh, my hair was a mess today, and I just forgot to take them off." You replied with a small laugh to act as nonchalant as you could.

He stood there staring at you, as if waiting for you to take them off. You shot him an awkward smile as you reached for the sunglasses, slowly pulling them off your face. You kept looking down hoping he would change the subject. "Are you okay?" He finally asked, noticing your uncomfortable state. You picked your head up and saw his face immediately fall. "Oh my god, what happened!?" He shrieked, making a few heads turn your way.

You put your head down again hoping to avoid the now numerous sets of eyes on you. "John keep your voice down, I hit my face on my counter and now I have a black eye." You admitted getting a breathy laugh from him. "Of course you did! Did you even ice it? It looks terrible!?" He exclaimed. "Thanks for the confidence boost. I actually didn't realize that I had a black eye until after I woke up and now it's a throbbing mess. Does the makeup at least help a little bit?" You asked, reaching into your bag for your compact mirror.

"Not at all. The rest of your face is caked in that stuff, but the bruise is just standing out so much, seriously are you okay? Maybe you should see a doctor." You looked in the mirror seeing that the makeup you applied has basically slid off leaving you with a full face of makeup and a purple eye.

"I'm fine, I'll deal with it after the shoot." You replied recieving a nod from him. You two made small talk, mostly him laughing about how clumsy you are then he left to talk to Fin. You went along your business and helped set up.

After a while, Vik arrived since it was his video they were filming for. You said your greetings to him, trying to avoid his gaze, he noticed something was off but didn't mention anything.

More sidemen trickled in one by one until the one you dreaded arrived. Harry happily walked in beaming with happiness, greeting everyone on his way to you.

After being friends since childhood, you two are basically glued to the hip. You spend most days together, and during Sidemen shoots, Harry is usually lingering around you. The both of you messing around or just having a casual chat in between takes. Today was definitely going to be tricky because you didn't want him to see you like this.

He knows how prone to accidents you are and of course he's the same, both of you always ending up with cuts or bruises of some sort but this was different. You've never had a black eye and you were slightly embarassed by the severity of it.

"Y/n!" He called, walking up to you. "Hey Harry!" You replied back matching his energetic tone. You still stood facing away from him, pretending to be busy. "Do you know what we're filming today?" He asked, standing by your side, watching your odd movements since you were just fumbling with some wires. "Not really." You replied trying to keep your answers short and curt.

He gave you a look of confusion, he noticed how different you were acting immediately. He leaned forward trying to get a look at your face but you kept turning away. "Y/n, what's going on?" He asked, grabbing your shoulder about to spin you towards him.

"HARRY!" Vik shouted from across the building. Harry stopped and turned to look towards Vik who motioned from him to go over. "Hmm, I'll be back." He said his voice filled with suspicion and wonder. You released the breathe you didn't know you were holding. You smiled to yourself since you were literally saved by Vik. Now you have to last the rest of the shoot.

Filming finally began and you held the camera close to your face making sure no one could see your eye. Some of the crew members gave you odd looks but you shrugged it off. You noticed Harry's eyes were on you the entire time. He tried mouthing things to you but you couldn't reply since you were covering your entire face.

It was quite obvious that Harry was distracted by you. He couldn't focus on the tasks and the other sidemen had to snap his back to reality every time it was his turn. During breaks he tried to talk to you but you either were "too busy" or went to the toliet.

There was a moment when you couldn't hide properly and he got a glimpse of you. Once he saw it, his happy demeanor turned into one of sadness and anger. He was now a completely different person. It was visible to everyone by how annoyed he became at every little thing. He didn't even want to continue filming but of course he had to. He plastered on a fake smile for the cameras but his thoughts were clouded by your bruised face.

After a couple more hours of filming, the shoot was finally over and you were trying to leave as soon as possible. You hurried over to the crew table and began putting your stuff away when someone quickly pulled your arm making you face them.

Harry's blue eyes full of anger and sadness quickly softened upon seeing your face this close. "Y/n, what happened? Who did this? I swear I'll fuck them up." He exclaimed examining your eye. His hand reached towards your under eye gently running his fingers across your bruised cheek feeling how swollen it's gotten.

"What kind of bastard would do this, seriously Y/n, I want a name." He said, his face quickly turning red once again filled with anger at the thought of someone being the reason for your black eye.

"Harry, it's okay. I'm okay, it was no big deal at all. I just-" You began explaining when he cut you off.

"I'll round up Ethan and Jj and the poor bloke will definitely regret doing this, I'll tell you that." He said making you chuckle a bit. "Harry, what makes you think a guy did this? It could have been a girl." You teased.

"I'll punch a girl if I have to, I don't care." He said in a serious tone causing you to burst out into laughter. "Harry, no one did this to me! I hit my face on the bathroom counter." You explained through laughs at his comment.

"No way you did that to yourself! It literally looks like you were punched in the face! Did you ice it at least?" Concern on his face, now for a different reason. You shook your head 'no', Harry immediately grabbed your arm and took you towards the break area.

Harry sat you down on the chairs placed along the walls, grabbing some napkins and going towards the ice chests, filling the napkins with ice cubes. He made his way back towards you, sitting on the seat beside you. Carefully he placed the makeshift ice pack over your eye causing you to wince at the pressure and cold temperature.

"You dont have to do this." You said, reaching for the ice pack. He pushed your hand away with one hand while keeping the other on your eye. "Of course I don't have to, but I know you're not going to." He shot you a cheesy grin making you chuckle since you know he's right.

You two sat like this for an hour or at least until the ice melted, leaving a pile of soaked napkins.

Both of you tend to baby eachother when the other is sick, which is nice, but you always feel like a bother to him. What you don't know is that you will never be a bother to him, he'll always be there for you and you for him.

"How does it feel now?"

"Better." You replied shooting him a soft smile. "Good, it looks better too!" He said, playfully slapping your shoulder. "See! Look at the difference of taking care of it! Next time either you have to care for it immediately or just shoot me a call and I'll be there in minutes." He giggled getting up to throw away the napkins. "You're too good to me." You responded looking at your fingers.

"Well I just care for those I love." He sat next to you again wrapping his arm around your shoulder, squeezing you tightly. "But I also owe you this since your always healing my cuts and bruises." He laughed.

"Because I also care for those I love."

[floorpancakes]

if only candy spilled out from the cracks where blood should be 🍫🍬🍭🧡💛💜💙

this is my favourite arc focusing on my favourite character so i had to prepare something while i had some free time between other things! ive been a big fan of higurashi for ages but im only just reading the original material through these streams, so discovering so much more depth about the series i love (especially with your amazing VA work and getting to see newbies' theories and what was cut from the anime) has been an absolute joy!

im not exactly the same as rena but something about her feels so relatable to me in a way i can't quite articulate. the most obvious surface-level aspect is my love for cute things, sweets, and collecting old forgotten things though, so i poured it into this piece. hope the artstyle gives that 2000s VN feel with a little original fancy touch added to her classic design (because i can’t resist the fashion design urge even for fanart lol)

keep up the amazing work, and to the first-timers in chat, I look forward to seeing what you make of the mystery of hinamizawa going forward! It'll only keep getting more exciting from here on out!

-melty

[krys-does-art-stuff]

Two posts in one day? It's more likely than you think!

After finishing up my Nokto and Clara piece, I spent a few more hours back and forth-ing with myself if I wanted to make Hideyoshi art this year (something I don't often do), but I was feeling a little nostalgic and missed my main IkeSen man, so drawing bday art won out this year.

March 2025

[silvermeww]

OKAY, WHO ABANDONED A TWO CHESPIN IN THE POKEANI WORLD

[toasteaa]

My friends, my loves! I'm sorry I was missing for the past couple of days! This weekend got way busier than I thought it would be and I couldn't get a moment to pull away and sit on my phone for a bit jkgbnhkjf

Today I'm going to try and get through my inbox in between work tasks because I've let a lot of them still for too long! And I also didn't finish responding to the sweet valentines messages I got and I feel bad that I'm three days late on them 😭BUT I STILL LOVE THEM AND I LOVE YOU ALL I SWEAR

Kissing you all so sweetly and letting you run around on my desk so I don't get overwhelmed at work today 💕

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.

[anonygowose]

Auhghhh the worst feeling is being alone and missing people you shouldn't miss.

[hannie-dul-set]

giant mountain boy.