#I don't see how that would naturally happen I'll just cough it up one day

[skopostheorie]

Girl my dad owns every single Astérix et Obélix comic hardcover and somehow I feel like you're more obsessed with them than he is

Snorts, yeah, that might be right. A lot of people own all the Astérix books, technically. It's not theeeee most common thing in the world, but I think it's sort of perceived in a similar way to owning all the Pokémon games or something - a meaningful cultural thing to have.

I actually don't, though. I've said it a LOT but Astérix is just too damn expensive to get every single one shipped in from France to Australia, so I hold off until I stumble across a VO online I desperately want. Tada:

I have 4-6 as well but I lent it to a family friend who wanted to read them to his newborn. I mean, I obviously had to indulge such education.

I think a lot of French who are super into the series sort of view my collection as a little lame, but beyond the simple fact that the amount of money you have doesn't correlate to how much you like something, even if it did I'd probably have more to show for it than them, because where an Astérix édition is 10€, it's $35AUD.

[andreawritesit]

Law taking care of Sick!reader. Like he got scared cuz he starts remembering if Flevance incident and afraid of losing his girlfriend

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Reader

Word Count: 804

Warnings: Mentions of: death, sickness, and violence.

Another cough jolted Law out of his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in the couch. His eyes directly turned toward you, lying on the bed, covered in blankets. He ran up to you and sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling your forehead for any signs of the fever returning.

You and Law had been happy for a long time. So much so that he began wondering when things would go downhill. Trafalgar Law's life was many things but happy wasn't one of them. But ever since he had met you, he had found himself smiling more. You had become the one source of light in his otherwise abyss of a life. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Of course his happiness hadn't lasted. A few days ago, you had suddenly started shivering out of nowhere, you cheeks turning red. His devil fruit had helped with your fever and your coughs but for some reason, he couldn't decipher the nature of your illness. And without knowing the cause, he couldn't cure you. So here you lied, in his bed, sick and exhausted.

He pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead which stirred you out of your sleep.

"Law? Are you awake?"

"Of course I am. If I sleep, who will take care of you?"

A small laugh escaped your lips and you gazed at him with love in your eyes. You truly were lucky to have him by your side. Law wasn't an easy person to get along with. He was very closed off and rarely spoke to others. But you had finally managed to unravel the walls he had so meticulously built around himself and you found the most beautiful, most gentle heart at the center of it all. He let you see his heart, he gave it to you and you also vowed to take care of it with your life. The relationship you two had built over the course of last two years was one of utmost trust and love.

"You know, I wouldn't mind dying right now, by your side."

His eye twitched at your words and gave you a stern glare.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare say that again. You will not die. I won't let you."

How could he? How could he let her fade away like this? No. He had already lost way too much. What would Corazon think if he couldn't protect her? He would be disappointed. Surely. You coughed again and for the first time in years, Law's mind flashed with images of people he had thought he had forgotten. His sick sister, lying in the bed. Lami. How she had suffered! His parents-taken from him so ruthlessly. Suddenly, his mind began replaying the scenes from this distant memory. He could see people coughing and crying...

Flavence was a nightmare he had repressed deep into his mind. Or so he had thought. The sound of your coughs were pushing him back into the endless pit of despair he had so mercilessly crawled out of, atop the dead bodies of his friends. How could he think he had escaped that hell? No. The hell lived. Inside him. Sweat began forming on his forehead as he tried so hard to erase the images from his mind.

Cough.

Shot.

Death.

Fire.

"Law"

Cough.

Death.

"Law!"

White.

Dead.

Shot dead.

"LAW!"

Your scream dragged him out of his memories and his head whipped toward you. You were leaning over the bed, trying to reach for the glass of water on the side table, tears running down your eyes.

He quickly handed you the glass and rubbed your back slowly as you drank it.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened to me..." he said, wiping your tears.

"You were trembling. Are you alright, Law?"

"I am. I'm fine. It's just... Forget it. I'll bring you a draught to help with the coughs." He got up to leave but you dragged him back down.

"No. Tell me. What happened?"

"Nightmares. I thought I left them behind."

"Flavence?"

He nodded and leaned his head onto your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair. You knew how much his past terrified him still. He tried so hard to seem unbothered but you knew, you knew he was still the scared little boy, running for his life.

"Law, listen to me. You're ok. And I will be too. I will get better. I won't die."

"I won't let you. I can't..."

You leaned your head on top of his, holding his hand tightly. He squeezed your hand and closed his eyes. He was going to save you. He wouldn't let you become a part of his nightmare. You were his sweet dream, his beautiful reality. He wouldn't let you go...

[thanosscross]

Baby - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader Part 3 Smut

Summary: After months of being together, everytime you sleep together it feels just like the first time still, but Seung Hyun throws a twist in this time

Warnings: Smut, lots of smut

Seven and a half months, that's how long it had been since Seong Hyun asked you to be his girlfriend, and while you were both reserved in public, you didn't hold back in the bedroom, as more time passed though, the more you learned about your lover, that in reality, the big ego, cocky, outgoing Seung Hyun was just for show, in reality, your boyfriend was basically a big teddy bear, one of the first males you met that was actually in touch with his feelings and fears, and wasn't afraid to admit it. He was your everything at the moment, you both came dependent on each other while still keeping to your independent natures, you could go days without seeing each other, but neither of you would really sleep well or truly relax until you were together again.

"Seung hyun" You whined, desperately trying to wake him up, it was a Saturday, meaning you both had the day free of any responsibilities, and while you had planned a day with your boyfriend, it seemed he had other plans of sleeping all morning. You couldn't lie though, he looked adorable laying curled up under his fluffy comforter, not to mention relaxed and peaceful, sighing you just climbed out of bed in defeat "Fine, I'll be back at noon" You threatened kissing his forehead gently, he just turned away tiredly, pulling the stuffed animal he had used as a pillow with him. You rolled your eyes giggling to yourself as you made your way out of the room looking around for anybody who was awake. "Bo-mi!" You heard the boys shouting in chorus, you just raised your eyebrows at them in confusion "Oh! y/n! We thought you were Seung hyun" Dae-Sung apologized sheepishly, blushing softly "You're fine, you guys are pretty too" You offered with a smile before making your way to the kitchen to get your morning (coffee or tea, just your choice of morning drink). Walking back with the mug, you sat next to Ji-yong glancing at the game they were playing on the tv.

You ended up playing with them for a good two hours before you all just ended up talking, it started out sweet, them complimenting you on how much you've changed Seung Hyun to where he's been a little more outgoing with things, you complimenting them on how hard they've been working lately, until they started interrogating you. "We never you see you anymore!" Ji-yong groaned "Seung Hyun stole you!" Dae-sung added, you laughed loudly hiding your face in your blanket you had wrapped around your body "He's my boyfriend!" You giggled loudly before looking towards him again "We miss you!" Tae-yung agreed crossing his arms "I miss you guys! But I practically live here! I'm right down the hall" You giggled, you could feel your face heating up as they continued "Don't think we can't hear what's happening in there! Oooo Seung hyun!" Ji-Yong teased mocking your words from the other night, whenever you thought you both were alone.

You squealed hiding your face again "Leave me alone! We're literally together! and adults!" You argued giggling loudly before looking to them "You all wouldn't understand, you're children" You giggled, they gasped at your comment before jumping and screaming out whenever they heard your boyfriend cough from the hallway "If I remember right it was, yesss, seung hyun" He stated making his way tiredly to you "You said you'd be back at noon" He frowned, you smiled at him, trying to hide the fact you were extremely flustered by the others knowledge of what exactly you sound like during sex. "Sorry, the boys are upset they don't see me as much" You giggled, Seung Hyun taking his rightful spot next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you tightly "They live with you?" He questioned before catching on laughing "Oh my!...you know..you guys are more than welcome to invite her to game or hangout, you just don't" He chuckled, you agreed, resting your head on his shoulder, only now realizing he had no shirt on, Not wanting to put him on the spot about his new found confidence you just smiled even wider hugging him "Not whenever you steal her!" Dae-sung whined, Seung Hyun just smirked "What you mean like this?" He asked before scooping you up with ease rushing to your bedroom, you screamed holding onto him tightly, not liking the fact he was running around corners with you in his arms.

As you got back into your room he smirked at you "Oh god, what do you want, my love?" You asked resting your hands on the base of his neck, admiring his eyes as he slowly lowered you down to your feet "You look really good in my clothes" He whispered stepping closer to you "You look really good with no shirt" You complimented, your words brought a bright pink hue to his cheeks as he blushed "You had my shirt" He protested shyly, you just shook your head giggling kissing him softly, Seung Hyun had other thoughts, taking the back of your neck in his hand as he pressed his lips against yours needier and rougher than you did. You just placed your hands in his hair, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer to him if possible. "What has gotten into you?" You teased as he pushed you down onto the bed "You have changed me" He growled against your neck, you tilted your head to the side allowing him more access as he continued "I feel..more myself with you, you let me live my life while still being a big part of it, you know just what to say, you're perfect" He whispered, you just now realizing his lips were pressed against your jaw "You're so sweet, but I didn't change anything, you did that, Seung Hyun" You smiled, moaning softly whenever he started to leave a trail of hickeys across your neck "See? Just what to say" He smirked against your skin, before pulling away to make eye contact with you "I love you" He said, causing you to stare at him in shock, you watched the emotions run over his face "I love you too" You finally found yourself saying looking into his dark eyes, his smirk returned before you pressed your lips to his.

Gasping as Seung Hyun lined himself up with your entrance, you glanced up to look at him, his eyes were trained between the two of you, more concerned about getting everything right so he didn't hurt you. You slowly raised a hand to his cheek, tilting his head slightly to look at you "You're okay" You smiled, nodding a bit before leaning up kissing him deeply, Seung Hyun took that as his sign to ahead, pushing his dick fully in, bottoming out before he brought his hands to your face, cupping his cheeks as he kissed you deeply.

It didn't matter how many times you guys fucked each other, it would always take you both by surprise, Seung Hyun groaned quietly panting against your lips as he slowly started thrust his hips, You weren't doing much better to compose yourself, running your nails down his back and chest, trying your best to stifle your moans so your eavesdropping roommates wouldn't hear. "gongjunim, baby, easy" He groaned against your lips, it wasn't that it hurt him, he just didn't want to cum this early, not only would it be embarrassing, but he also wanted to savor the feeling before he had a whole new week of writing and recording. You turned your hands from his back to his hands, which he quickly used the advantage to pin them above your head, interlacing your fingers together as the speed of his hips thrusting increased, you whimpered loudly wrapping your legs around his hips, his hand finding it's way to your clit, rubbing a mixture of circles and figure eights against it, pulling away from your lips, he leaned back, getting a full view of you underneath him.

Feeling conscious of everything on your body settled over you as you noticed Seung Hyun's staring, you bit your lip, looking away from his gaze "Baby..look at me" He whispered, resting his free hand on your stomach as his thrusts slowed, whimpering as his dick basically slammed in and out of you. Slowly you looked over to meet his gaze "You're breathtaking my love, just like the most beautiful waterfalls, the most expelling art piece, just like the beauty of true unfiltered pure art, and it's all mine" He whispered, you wanted to giggle, even as he basically taking away your ability to properly walk for the next day, he still finds a way to be as charming as possible. "I love you Seung Hyun" You giggled, pulling him closer to press your lips against his hungrily, between his fingers on your clit and him inside of you, you were desperate to cum, but his speed was like a constantly tease, bringing you to the edge before ripping it away. "Fucking Please Seung Hyun" You moaned, growing frustrated with his teasing antics you threw your head back "Huh?" He teased, smirking, you rolled your eyes, of course, you had done it once before, as a joke, and of course he wanted you to do it again. "I'm not doing that" You giggled "Please just actually fuck me, baby" You asked, purposely pitching your voice lower with a slight seductive tone, Seung Hyun squeezed your hip tightly, not liking the reaction his body had to your voice. He just persisted, only now his lips were attached to your nipple, swirling his tongue to match the movements of his fingers on your clit, you whined loudly, cheeks growing hot with a blush, of course he had to think one of your cringiest jokes was hot.

"Please fuck me, Top, I swear I know all the words to your songs, you're so fucking hot- God damnit please!" You whined, your tone going from annoyed to just frustrated, he just seemed to find enjoyment in your neediness and frustration. "I guess" He smirked against your skin, pulling his lips off with a pop, replacing them with his hand that wasn't between your legs. "Just remember, whenever your legs hurt later, you wanted it this badly" He teased before moving his hips at a pace you swear you had never felt before, you couldn't stop the moan that was pulled from your lips as you arched your back, his fingers increasing their speed on your clit as well. You ran your hands down his back, feeling it arch under your touch, you whimpered as he groaned against your collarbone, trying to stay mindful of the headboard not smacking against the wall.

As you got closer to your orgasm you felt Seung Hyun move your legs slightly higher on his waist, his hand going right back to your nipples after words "I'm not cumming until you do, Gongjunim" He grunted, you just squeezed his shoulders tightly in reply, knowing if he kept up with the abuse on your clit you'd definitely fall apart soon. Before Seung Hyun could say anything else you pulled his lips to yours, desperate to try and muffle your moans any ways you could, your legs squeezing tightly around his waist as your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter if possible. Seung Hyun moaned himself for the first time with you, tilting his head down as he dropped to his elbow propping him up "That's it baby, use me for anything you need" He whispered leaving a final hickey right above your left nipple, you whimpered loudly as you came around him, Seung Hyun waited a moment to catch his breath before grabbing your hips, groaning, still in love with the fact your hips fit perfectly in his hands. You bit your lip looking up at him, this time as he looked between the two of you, he had a different look in his eyes, he bit his lip as he started his pace again, this time alot more sloppy, he felt like he was about to explode, somehow harder than he had been in months, and the way you felt around him wasn't helping the situation, the closer he got to cumming, the worse it got. Noticing his pace starting to falter, you placed a hand on his chest pushing slightly to roll the both of you, positioning yourself to straddle him, you started to roll your hips against his. His grip on your hips tightened as his head fell back "Fuck, please don't stop, baby" He begged, his tone pitched slightly higher "Why would I stop, my love? You look fucking amazing like this" You asked pressing soft butterfly kisses down his jawline and neck, leaving hickeys as soon as you got to his collarbone, knowing that they needed to be hidden in order for him not to be in trouble.

Seung Hyun never realized how hot it'd be to have you on top, especially while having you try to boost his confidence, but here you were and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his cock even harder if possible. "Fuck! Fuck! Baby I'm so close" He groaned sitting up to bring your lips to his for a very sloppy kiss, a mixture of tongue and teeth connecting as you copied your previous movement, squealing as he dug his nails into your hips, holding them where they were, his hips lifting up to meet yours as he started to cum, you kissed him deeper as you felt the warm liquid spill into you. After a few minutes, Seung Hyun slowly shifted to lay you onto the bed and pull out of you, much to your dismay, you let him, not without giving him one last short kiss. "I swear..everytime is like the first time" He panted as he hid his face in the curve of your neck, you trailed your nails over the back of his hairline and down his neck, feeling him slowly catch his breath, you couldn't shake the thought you had the entire time Seung Hyun said I love you. "Baby?..are you okay?" His deep voice pulled you from your thoughts "I'm amazing..trust me..but..did you mean what you said?.." You asked nervously, now twisting his messy hair in-between your fingers "That I love you?" He asked, almost like he could read your mind, you just hummed in agreement "Of course I meant it, I wouldn't ever say something to you that I don't mean" He said, leaning away to be able to look you in the eyes "I love you, Y/n, You make me feel like a good..happy person" He smiled softly, pressing a gently kiss to your forehead "I love you too, then" You smiled, before starting to sit up "Shower with me?" You offered, he just smirked standing up offering his hand out to you, taking a moment to admire how truly amazing he looked naked. "Oh Y/nnn.." He called out in a teasing tone "You like?" He smirked turning to face you to pull you up out of bed "I very very much like, sir" You replied, placing your hands on his chest as you walked him backwards into the bathroom.

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You like? No seriously though, I tried my best but everything today kept snapping me out of the zone, so I apologize it's not my usual smutty work

[strangerxperv]

Would you do a story about Steve with a fem curvy ready and they have a daddy/little relationship and she is super cuddly with him when they are in a group cause she's shy? I don't see a lot who write for little space so happy I came across your blog

You didn't specify if you wanted this to be smutty so I'll just default to fluff! It's been a bit since I wrote nonsexual little space so it's subpar in my opinion. Also Nancy is ooc.

It wasn't your first time meeting Steve's friends but it never gets any easier. He assures you it will as you get to know them better and find they're genuinely kind people. They even seem to like you!

Steve is a natural caretaker for the group and has been for some time now. But that's something everyone knows. However, few know of the truly special relationship you and Steve have. Robin and Eddie being the only two that know how you sweetly call him, "daddy."

It's one of those moments that have been building all day. Steve was paying the most attention to you knowing how shy you are. Doting and fussing over you was a normal occurrence. And so was the gentle way he would call you for all to hear, "Princess."

There was almost no chance that you wouldn't have slipped into little space with his coddling. But he, even with all his attention on you, was oblivious to your slip into it. Cuddled up on his lap trapped by his arms while a scary movie played.

Slowly you spoke less and less until you could no longer speak. Your small hand was fisted into his shirt and your face was smashed in his neck, the movie was scary. Too scary for someone so small.

Nancy spoke first and with irritation tainting her usually understanding voice, "Can you guys, please, stop making out? Maybe sit next to each other?"

And that's all it took for your plush body to begin shaking as fat tears pooled in Steve's neck. Your sniffles and soft sobs filled the already tense air. The movie's scream is cut off when someone pauses it.

Eddie is the next to speak, "Shit! Nice going, Nancy. You know Princess is sensitive so why the fuck are you starting shit?"

"I didn't mean to make her cry! I just didn't- I thought they were- and the movie-"

This shouldn't have made you cry and Steve knows this. He thinks back to how you've acted all day and it finally makes sense. He needs to take care of you and wipe your tears.

"Baby, hey- come on. Look at me." A pause and once he sees you disobeying his gentle guidance, "Don't make daddy repeat himself." Steve's voice is still gentle but there's a notable sternness that requires your obedience. Your pretty teary eyes gaze up at him as your lips pout.

"Daddy?" Johnathan whispers to no one.

"It's a thing, don't judge." Robin speaks up for the two of you and Eddie gives an affirming nod.

"Good girl, keep looking at me with those pretty doll eyes. Can you use your big girl words and tell daddy what's wrong?" His larger warm hand rubs soothing strokes down your back. And when you shake your head no he holds you tighter, "You need to breathe, princess. And when you're all calm I'll take you home for proper cuddles and we'll watch your favorite movie."

With Steve's reassuring attention and Robin giving you some fruit snacks you calm. Still in little space Steve packs your stuff up as Eddie distracts you with a story. At the door, you in Steve's strong arms his friends bid good bye.

"I don't really know what happened but I'm sorry for my part in it." Nancy promises herself to ask follow up questions later.

"We don't judge, man. Or at least I don't." Argyle takes a hit from the couch and coughs out, "Night!"

It's later, in bed with you wearing a cute little pink nighty and frilly white socks. Steve reads you a bed time story as he gently pets your head. Softly slipping into sleep under Steve's care.

[dozing-marshmallow]

*cough cough*

Chef Hatchet x Scary reader? Please? ;-; a reader who only Chef finds cute but the others are scared to death?

😳 I never had a Chef request before! Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you enjoy and have a marvellous day!!

CHEF HATCHET X SCARY! READER ONE SHOT

"So glad we could finally do this." Chef grinned, happy he could use the weekend to take you out to dinner.

You twirled your glass of champagne in your decorated hand, a smile carved onto your lips,“Me too. Why do our colleagues find me scary?"

Chef sat in a clean blazer,"They just don't see you like how I see you, (Y/N)."

Intriguing,"Other men have begged me for their lives, acting as though it was a hostage situation than a date." you calmly claimed, looking wide eyed at Chef,"Do you think your big muscles could help you if you were taken against your will?"

He shrugs,"Depends on how many people. If there's one, five, ten, sure, but twenty, it'd be foolish to try something."

"How about nineteen?"

"Nineteen, I could take any day. The army didn't train me to stop at ten."

"Even if it were to happen now, as we are enjoying the heat of each other's company in this refined establishment?" you gestured around the classy environment.

"I'd think about you first." he offered a wink.

"Oh Chef, you don't need to worry about protecting me." you reciprocated the wink,"In fact, such people would need the protection more.”

He snorts, the memories of how terrified the contestants and staff were of you, gave him a sense of pride that you had taken a liking to him. He wasn’t even mad that you had used fear more effectively than he did,“I don’t underestimate your ability to protect yourself. You have your reputation after all.”

“And what is my reputation, Norbert?” you lopsided your head, asking sweetly.

He smirked,“Sexy, different.”

“My, you sure know how to please a woman.”

"A woman that never told me what she does besides Total Drama." his eyes were begging you to get into it.

You chuckled,"The first assumption people make is that I’m a witch, which isn’t true, although I am fascinated by the craft." you picked up your knife and drew the air with it like a wand,"I wonder, since you are a Chef, if we were back hundreds of years ago, and they tied me at the stake and set me on fire, would you use the fire to heat your pan?"

His voice went slightly high when he exclaimed his “No!”. By the silent stare you casted, however, it was clear it wasn’t what you wanted to hear and he had internally debated if he should change his answer before you had eventually lowered your knife.

"What a pity. If you really did love me, you would have said yes."

Absurd. He loved it,"The hell am I supposed to be yes-ing to?"

You leaned slightly forward, swishing the knife again,"You're a smart man, Chefy, you can figure it out."

He scoffed,"I can hardly imagine why I'd want to put a pan on top of your pretty head while you're cooking alive, girl."

"Who said the pan will be on top of my head?" you leaned back.

Speaking of cooking, the server came along.

"I'll take the steak. Burn it to the crisp." you hummed with certainty.

"Crisp? Really, girl?" Chef made his inquiry, not due to the sole nature of your order, but how different it was to your usual raw.

"This conversation inspired me. I want to taste what could have been my sweet body. As all livestock. Slaughtered.” your fingers began to crawl around the head of your fork,“Don't you understand that?"

He paused. You were just so cute,“Sure do.”

The server did not question anything else and left with a pale expression. What was there to be afraid of? That server didn’t know the troubles of flesh if all it took to get him unnerved was that.

“What a nervous man.” you commented more sympathetically, averting your gaze back to your date,“Where were we?"

His head twitched at the sound of your voice,"I lost track."

"That's okay. We can start anew." your tone was mischievous, almost indicating that you had remembered, but didn’t mind to change.

From the corner of his eye, some customers were requesting to be moved to tables further away, and when they got denied, they either ate in paranoia or left altogether.

What strange people.

“Did I tell you how magnificent you look tonight?” he asked, complimenting you.

“No.” you responded straightforwardly, not breaking your glance for your scarlet dress. You set your fork down to hold your attentive head in both your palms,“But no need. Let’s move on to...you. I want to hear every secret.”

Yet how adorable it was when you had finished his every sentence, almost like you had already knew.

[v3nusxsky]

hehe im back with request well you know this was coming 😅 smut one ofc

prompt ~ Lesso and r are in a relationship and r hasnt been getting the attention she wants from Lesso so when she wakes up and sees lesso already gone of to work she puts her plan in action

she goes to her closet and pics out one Lesso favourite slight slutty outfits she likes on her not 100% inappropriate for work but enough that will get Lessos attention

as there at lunch Lesso catchs a glimpse of r and chokes on her food and r from cross the room just gives her a playful innocence look and smile then leaves the room

so Lesso texts her

“Little dove , my office now!”

r responds “ Lesso i’m busy right now i’ll be there later”

Lesso response“ No ! now pet don’t keep me waiting”

r response “i - im coming “

Lesso response “ such a good dove , you know the rules , kneel by the desk”

you can decide how the smut goes after this but may i suggest

face sitting L on top r

orgasm Daniel

pain kink

misstress/ mommy kink

and any others you can think of

~✨

Kneel now!| NSFW

*Authors note~ this is a bit of a long one but I love the detail in the prompt and the fact it's based off of one of my edits is just woah thank you *

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink dom l sub r face sitting orgasm denial pain kink if you squint? Degrading kink humiliation kink if you squint and edging

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^

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The schools for Good and Evil always got busy around exam season, that was a given. But what wasn't a given was waiting for your girlfriend to give you some attention and receiving none. You tried to be patient and tried to understand she was busy but truthfully you felt she was uninterested and that you simply were not important enough for her to make that special effort. That's what set your plan up. If Leonora wasn't going to give you attention then you damn well we're gonna take it.

Leonora had left early due to her hectic schedule which is why it was so easy for you to find the most provocative outfit going. It just so happened to be something lesso adores on you and often try's to get you to wear when it's just the two of you so that she can rip it off your body.  This outfit would be the key to gaining what you desired as long as you utilise it's power over Lesso.

To say your choice of clothing wasn't exactly school appropriate would be too polite, you were turning heads of many students but your outfit so it was only natural they whistled and made comments as you walked the halls. Their attention wasn't whom you desired so you ignored it and headed straight to the food hall. Upon entering, the hall went silent apart from the sounds of the normally composed red head coughing and spluttering over her food. You sent her an innocent smile and walked through the hall to find your breakfast. You could practically feel her eyes boring into your ass as you walked.

Breakfast was only the start, you had a class then a free planning period so you decided to shoot off a few less than innocent texts and even a picture of what you wore underneath the dress to your lover. You knew she wouldn't reply straight away, she was teaching but the anticipation just made it ten times more fun.

A few hours after the picture was sent your phone dinged indicating you'd finally caught her full attention, "Little Dove, my office now!" Now there were two ways you could play this, you could submit and scamper off to her beck and call or you could be a brat. You obviously choose the latter and began to craft your response, "Lesso im busy right now I'll be there later." You couldn't help but bite your lip as you pressed send, normally you wouldn't dare to be so disobedient to your mommy but today clearly you had set out on one mission, to gain her attention.

"No! Now pet, don't keep me waiting!" The reply followed by the sound of the bell signaling lunch hour, you had no more classes left for the day which Leonora knew. You sent a quick reply before hurrying out of your classroom to her office, "I-im coming." You didn't even get out of your classroom before a reply shot back in, " such a good dove , you know the rules , kneel by the desk" ah fuck, you were most definitely not going to be able to walk after this.

You quickly entered the office stripping your clothing as you entered leaving you bare to kneel by her desk just as she had taught you to do. You wanted to be good, to earn her praise and affection you just wanted attention. Leonora paid you no mind, knowing the humiliation being knelt down naked while anyone could walk in or peer through the windows added to your arousal. The mere thought that someone could see you in such a vulnerable position had you dripping on her hard wood floors instantly.

"Mommy" you whined after about 15 minutes had trickled by, "please" you whimpered as she tutted in your direction. "Up and over my knee whore" she demanded as she shuffled back to make room for you. You bent your self over her knees as your ass was sticking up in the air, you knew what would come but yet the first blow still stole the breath from your lips, "one mommy!" Sometimes the blows were spread out and sometimes they were in quick succession also changing in strength. By the time you reached twenty five you were sobbing in her lap, a hand pressed on your back to hold you in place as she delivered the last five blows. Her fingers tracing your folds, "such a slut, you got dripping wet by your own punishment, such a dumb whore."

You now found yourself tied up in your shared bed as your lover straddled your face. Your only instruction was to make her cum. You'd riled her up all day it was only fair that she used you until she felt satisfied once more. If there was one thing Leonora loved it was riding your beautiful face, smothering it in her cum as you desperately licked around your face to get another taste of her. "Pretty cum slut, can't get enough of mommy can you" she teased clambering off your face to grab the favourite little vibrator you seemed to miss her getting it ready before she sat on your face.

Leo once again straddled your face once more as you immediately began to instinctively lick her leaking folds. The vibrations driving you insane causing you to moan into her cunt, Leonora moaning above you alongside your own pleasure was dizzying, your need to orgasm only growing to an impossible height. Leonora came for the third time before she shuffled off your face with shaky legs and immediately shut the vibrator off and with the flick of her fingers you were both cleaned of her slick and your thighs cleaned of your own.

"Mommy?" You whined sounding like a pouty child. "No darling, only good girls get to cum, you were bratty and instead of asking mommy for attention you decided to act like a whore"she murmured before kissing your sweaty forehead, "take the punishment baby, we will reconsider it later if your Mommy's good girl." You may have gained her attention but she was now satisfied and you were needy and painfully aroused. Knowing Lesso you knew if you behaved well she would put you out of your own misery tonight.

Word count~ 1315

Tag list~ @farahtissaiamyloves @i-write-sometimes-maybe @blu3berrykiss3s

[palettepainter]

The creative ideas aren't flowing so I'm dumping some what-if muppet related ideas that I think are funny

-So I like to hc that Miss Poggy from the Moopets is Piggy's twin sister and Roowlf is Rowlf's twin brother. Foozie, Kermoot and Janooce are all just coincidental look a-likes (though I like to imagine Foozie and Kermoot being darker shades of green/orange and Janooce has naturally black hair). Roowlf is essentially the entire opposite of Rowlf, a bit of a dog if you will. So this idea is Pianoduet themed but the premise of this idea is Roowlf trying to shoot his shot with Teeth and flirting with him, Teeth is amused but is not buying the flirts. If anything he's more confused at how...well, similiar Roowlf looks to Rowlf. Que Rowlf coming over shoving his brother out of his bar

-As well as not being quite as confident or as laid back as the band Liv is a bit of a brainiac. She loves science! While she's not professor level smart it's still a subject she enjoys. So one day she ends up delivering a package to Muppet Labs (I like to think that they renovated a room in the 2015 muppet studio into their own lab and the running joke is that the room looks so much bigger on the inside compared to the other rooms in the building, like the Tardis). Through some way or other, maybe Liv makes some science related joke or she and Bunsen finish some clever science fact in unison. Liv ends up becoming quite close friends to Bunsen and Beaker and is genuinely passionate about their experiments!....Even if that means sometimes she, in comical fashion as is the trademark of the muppets, gets almost scorched and or turned into a guinea pig.

The band - Lips especially - aren't really all that cool with the idea of Bunsen firing a 'faulty but it's still a work in progress' laser at an apple balanced on Liv's head, thankfully Beaker is more or less there to yoink Liv away from danger

-Penny and Laser both have a weakness for silly jokes of the utmost corniest variety. While Laser would get along with quite a few people at the studio if he ever visited Penny isn't as social as him so she . doesn't have nearly as many friends: So, Penny becomes friends with Fozzie, the king of jokes both good, bad and ever corny one to exist. I'm thinking maybe this could happen when Penny came down to the studio to do some emergency outfit modifications for Piggy because Deadly was out ill, and at some point she stepped out to have a break as Piggy is a hard customer to please. I imagine she stepped outside to have a smoke in the carpark or something, and at the same time Fozzie passes by and spots her. Fozzie would have been searching around the studio while Penny was working trying to find somebody to listen to his new jokes, but of course, most people think they're pretty bad, so hey? Who better to try his jokes on thopen a grumpy face like Pennys!

I'm not too sure how the interacting from here would go, maybe Penny starts off as being pretty blunt but ends up telling Fozzie how her day has just been stressful, then maybe Fozzie admitting his luck hasn't been the greatest either. Perhaps he ends the sentence with one of his newer puns he's been workshopping and Penny's eyes widen. Fozzie coughs awkwardly when he believes Penny's silence means she hates it, but then she starts chuckling and the two end up having a nice chatter and become genuine friends

-I don't have enough for this idea to turn it into a full fledged story so perhaps I'll keep it as a comic, but Liv's parents meeting the band. Liv probably told her parents about the band and her new job as their technician shortly after she got it, and then they surprise her by showing up to one of the bands concerts to see her. With how famous the band is and with all the chaos they get themselves roped into, unintentionally or not, I can imagine both of Liv's parents giving them the cold shoulder at first. Awkward, comical tension at first but eventually they become friends

[sidekick-hero]

Hunter and Prey

Part 2 (Part 1) and more to come!

Eddie never thought he would end up here.

Sure, he always knew he'd stay with Wayne, even through the occasional dreams of getting out of this shithole of a town. Staying here, with Wayne and Chrissy, was something he had imagined when he thought about the future, but he never thought his life would become this. Growing up, vampires and werewolves and swamp monsters were figments of people's imaginations. Stories to be told around the campfire. The right stuff for movies and books, but too scary (or campy) to be real. The Munson Doctrine was pretty clear on this.

That is, until Eddie walks in on an actual vampire sucking the life out of his best friend his senior year. He's not proud that his first reaction was to freeze in absolute horror, his mind rejecting what was happening right in front of him. Chrissy was lying motionless, a tall guy with dirty blond hair leaning over her, his teeth prolonged into fangs and dark blood dripping from his mouth. Eddie's body felt numb, but he stumbled over to Chrissy as fast as his shaky legs could carry him and tried to help her, but nothing he did would dislodge the vampire. It actually seemed like the bastard thought it was funny.

Just as Eddie was about to go into full panic mode, ready to do something probably very stupid, the doors to the gym slammed loudly open. Both the vampire's and Eddie's heads whipped around in perfect harmony at the sound, something he would have found hilarious under any other circumstances. Before Eddie knew what was happening, the vampire gasped, a choked sound of utter surprise, and clutched at his chest, where a stake protruded from where Eddie thought his heart must be.

Right in front of Eddie's eyes, the vampire made one last garbled sound before simply turning to ash. Eddie slowly looked up from where a monster of the night had just been feasting on his best friend to a tall, broad man holding a crossbow at eye level.

"What the —" Before Eddie could finish the thought, Chrissy started coughing and his attention was drawn back to helping his friend. The man walked over to them, watching as Eddie pulled off his shirt and pressed it to the wound at Chrissy's throat. After a long moment, he said, "She'll be all right, son. Probably saved her life."

And that was the moment that changed his life forever. The man who introduced himself as Hopper helped him bandage and clean Chrissy, and in the process opened his eyes to a world he never dreamed existed.

His earlier run-in with the strangely helpful vampire made him think about that day. He had to remind himself that this was the true nature of vampires. They don't help humans out of the goodness of their unbeating hearts. They are soulless predators. He'd do well to remember that.

"You got everything, son?" Wayne asks, filling a large pitcher of water from the sink.

"Yeah, I think so." Eddie watches as Wayne finishes filling the pitcher, then picks up a worn book, muttering under his breath over the water. Meanwhile, Eddie checks to make sure he has everything he needs, patting himself down to do a quick inventory. Wayne fills the assortment of water pistols on the table with the holy water he just consecrated and hands them to Eddie. Eddie holsters the guns. Wayne's eyes roam over him, double-checking that he's got everything he needs.

"Hey," Eddie says, drawing Wayne's attention to his face and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine, Uncle Wayne. These leeches won't know what hit them." He punctuates the statement with a broad grin.

Wayne huffs with a small smile, but Eddie sees the twitch in his eyebrows. "You better, son. Remember, if you get even an inklin’ that things might head into something unsavory, you call —”

"You and Hop, I know, I know," Eddie interrupts. Wayne smiles at him, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Eddie knows how much it stresses Wayne out to see Eddie put his life on the line like this, but Wayne also knows how important it is for Eddie to go out night after night. "Batten down the hatches and I'll be back soon."

"Just come back in one piece and with all the blood still in your veins, 'kay?"

Eddie gives Wayne a two-finger salute, backs up to the door, and pushes it open. Wayne follows him as Eddie steps through it and into the night, watching as he gets farther and farther away, the darkness quickly consuming him.

Part of an ongoing series @legitcookie​ and I will be doing! We’ll be going back and forth posting parts, so keep that in mind.

This is dedicated to our Elle Woods-coded, big brained, fabulous friend @yournowheregirl​ We’re taking your twilight loving heart, corrupting it with a show you’ve never seen (btvs), and making our blorbos smash together like barbies. We adore you immensely and we would be nothing without you 💜

[dragon-creates]

5+1 AU Characters as Taylor Swift Songs

I got bored yesterday and my ADHD + my swiftie brain decided to put together what says would go together with the characters of my fic. This was mostly done for fun but if you know the meanings behind these songs, I'm going to enjoy feasting on your suffering 😈

Here's the link to my fic here if you haven't read it yet.

Pomni/Penny: Mirrorball

And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why. I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try

I thought this song best fit Pomni/Penny due to her complicated relationship with her dad and how that affected her as a person, always trying to do her best despite what's thrown at her, even if it hurts her in the process and she doesn't know why.

Jax/Jack: This Is Me Trying

Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say. But I'm here in your doorway I just wanted you to know. That this is me trying

I mean, I think its kinda obvious (cough cough chapter 5 cough cough). Jax/Jack went through a lot as a kid before he moved in with Winter and the Alvarez's and yes while he's hurting, he wants to heal but as ya'll know, relapses happen. But he'll always keep trying.

Riley: Karma

Karma's gonna track you down. Step by step, from town to town. Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

I had fun with this one. As ya'll know, Riley is quite protective over those she cares about (she's also an FBI agent so if you hurt Penny you probably won't be seen the next day). Riley is always gonna make sure that those who decide to fuck around are gonna find out. After all, karma is a bitch.

Winter: 22

You don't know about me but I'll bet you want to. Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22

Ah Winter, my sassy lesbian queen. Winter has always been fun to write due to how positive and fun she is. Teasing Jack, being lovey dovey with Riley and hyping up Penny as well. She would be one of those people who throw the wildest parties and dread cleaning up the next day, but doesn't care as long as she and others are having fun.

Amber: Tolerate It

Lay the table with the fancy shit. And watch you tolerate it

Amber, mother of two and the ex of the man that everyone in discord wants dead. This reflects what her marriage to David was like and her releasing how awful he was after they divorced. Amber is a strong and protective mother bear, but she was hurt first emotionally to become that strong. Sometimes there will be moments will break, but she always picks herself back up for her girls, David forgotten at the back of her mind for their sake.

~okay let's focus on some duo/trio songs~

Pomni/Penny & Jax/Jack: Wildest Dreams

Say you'll remember me. Standin' in a nice dress. Starin' at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you'll see me again. Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Come on, are you really surprised? It's the title of the last chapter and basically this fic's theme! Even if they don't realise who each other are, there memories stay in their dreams and their shown just how beautiful their love was!!!!

Riley & Winter: Paper Rings

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings. Uh-huh, that's right. Darling, you're the one I want

Let's go! Let's go lesbians let's go!!! The yuri deserve a nice lovey dovey song. These two are just so sweet with one another and the reason why Jack and Penny got together (much to Riley's disappointment lol) and they deserve all the happiness. And yes this song was in their wedding playlist.

Pomni/Penny & Riley: Safe and Sound

No one can hurt you now. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound

This song is definitely a parallel of Penny and Riley's sisterhood, especially growing up with David still in the picture. Riley doing her job as an older sister, shielding her little sister whenever David wanted to target her with his verbal abuse. Riley hates every fibre of her father's being, it only got worse after he involved Penny in the car accident. No matter what, even as adults, Riley will always protect her baby sister from everything...until the day she couldn't.

Winter & Jax/Jack: The Best Day

God smiles on my little brother, inside and out. He's better than I am I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run. And I had the best days with you

This was how Winter viewed her and Jack when he moved in with her family. Jack is and always will be her little brother, even if they aren't blood related. She and her family give him the life he didn't and the space to thrive, and neither she or Jack would trade it for the world even after all these years.

Pomni/Penny & Amber: Bigger Than The Whole Sky

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. You were bigger than the whole sky

Hehe ya'll gonna hate me for this one. But yeah, after Penny went missing, it hit Amber like a freight train. Penny was her baby, she watched her daughter go through hell and back, and helped with her healing, watched her fall in love, comforted her through her heartbreak and the next day she disappeared, and no one can find her. She grieves her daughter every day, as though she truly passed away. She and Penny had a relationship like no other, there's nothing stronger than a mother's love for her child.

Riley & Amber: Dear Reader

The greatest of luxuries is your secrets. Dear reader, when you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss. Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

While Amber loves Penny, never once did she neglect Riley or see her problems as inferior. She loves both her babies more than anything. But she can tell that Riley has gone through a lot, watching her father grow apart from her and seeing her little sister get hurt over and over again. This song is kinda reminiscent of chapter 3 (with Amber reassuring Riley that she's not wrong to feel upset with her dad), but also Amber teaching Riley what she knows and so she doesn't make the same mistakes as she did.

Amber & Riley & Pomni/Penny: Never Grow Up

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up. Don't you ever grow up. Just stay this little. Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up. Don't you ever grow up. It could stay this simple

Let's end it off bittersweet with our three girls. This is reminiscing over her daughters, more so the good moments of their childhood (David isn't in these memories which isn't a surprise). It kind of hits Amber when she sees her girls all grown up and living their own lives, just how far they've come since they were kids. She gave birth to them, helped them take their first steps, cried at their first words, dropped them off both at their first days at school, teasing Riley over her first crush on a girl, comforting and spending each day Penny was in hospital after the accident, letting them cry in her shoulder over David leaving, reassured Riley that she wasn't abandoning Penny once the older of the two left for college, helped Penny overcome her eating habits, watched her girls fall in love. It leaves her tearful and proud of how much they've grown.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, and keep an eye out for my next funnybunny fic on ao3 and tumblr called 'Royally Screwed'. It's a royal AU based on the ideas and art of one of my friends on discord and I hope ya'll like it when it comes out!

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #373

I don't know how or why, but this morning was full of coughing. Also I've been sneezing like crazy all day, and my nose is somehow both stuffed up all to hell and also running like it's training for a marathon at the exact same time. If not even air can get through, then how in the heck are viscous fluids getting through??? It isn't even fair!!

The rhinovirus makes a mockery of all the faults of the human respiratory system. Such as, for example, its tendency to attempt to eradicate viral invaders with the application of... mucus??? Like, seriously. Why. Why would my body fill up my respiratory tract with fluid? Last time I checked, that is how people drown.

Like. On what planet (besides apparently mine) does a body think to itself, “hmmm, yes, we appear to have acquired some mostly harmless virus... LET'S FLOOD THE WHOLE AREA WITH STICKY, VISCOUS GOOP and see if that helps at all; who needs oxygen these days anyways???”

Sigh... I was feeling better yesterday. What happened...?

...Oh well. I know it's not actually that big a deal. I guess the post-holiday stuff just leaves me feeling a little bitter and cranky, and being sick isn't helping matters. I'll be okay; I know that ultimately, I have a lot to be grateful for, even if I am frustrated at my body's current condition.

Besides, I made myself some tea today. And now that I have a better camera, I can take better pictures of the swirls! Here:

...Haven't been able to snag ones this well-defined in a while now! I'm pretty stoked about how these turned out!

I also got soup and a bunch of other stuff to go with it today, too:

This is some kind of brothy soup with bok choy, bamboo shoots, tofu knots, and pork belly:

I've only ever seen bamboo shoots cut into flat planks before; I didn't know they were also cut in ways that show off their cool natural patterns like this:

...Bamboo shoots are delicious. And so are tofu knots. They absorb the flavor of the broth really well, and when you chew on them, a little of the juicy broth comes out of them. They look like this:

...Absolutely scrumptious. Seriously, it's some amazing stuff. They're soft and kinda chewy, and they have an interesting texture. They go so well with so many things, too!

Here are some of the other yummies I got; these are pork soup dumplings, complete with the little container of dark vinegar. You're supposed to poke a small hole in the dumpling and pour a small amount of the vinegar inside so the sourness balances out the savory flavor of the broth inside. I prefer it with the vinegar, but it's good without the vinegar, too!

These are spicy wontons filled with chicken and pork. Different places make them in different ways; this place uses a spicy peanut sauce with sesame seeds sprinkled over it, and there's some shredded cucumber and scallions on there, too. My body is normally oversensitive to capsaicin, but I got them hoping that they'd open up my sinuses; spicy foods tend to do that to people. But these were mild even for me:

...And some marinated steamed chicken, too!

I didn't eat all this by myself, don't worry!! There's plenty leftover for tomorrow; it's gonna be good!

Also at some point, J asked me to accompany him in the car as he went out to try a thing called COB pizza. It was in a somewhat faraway town. I stayed in the car, feeling zombified and trying not to fall asleep. Not wishing to spread around my germs, I waited in the car when J got his pizza.

Anyway. COB stands for “Cheese on Bottom”. The idea appeals to J because he actually doesn't like cheese much. But he does like tomatoes. I think the ideal pizza for him would be mostly sauce and very little (if any) cheese. And this is what a COB pizza promises. Behold:

...The cheese is, indeed, beneath the sauce, adhered directly to the bread. And actually... this makes a lot more sense. Because normally, the sauce is on the bottom, which means the cheese melts on top of a liquid, which means when you take a bite of the pizza, the cheese can sometimes slide in weird directions and make a mess.

The cheese does not slide on a COB pizza. But the toppings do, a little. And initially, I thought that was going to be a problem. But as it turns out, it just means that you can just move that pepper to where you need it so that you don't have to try to bite into it awkwardly.

...I am a fan of this concept.

And... come to think of it... I still gotta make a literal tomato pie for J sometime soon...

Anyway, I spent the whole rest of the day arranging recorded music box notes in Audacity. For the song I planned out, I managed to arrange the introduction; here's a picture:

...We see a tweaked version of the introduction later in the song, so I just tweaked it right here. So the lines “Twinkly 1” and “Twinkly 2” are slightly different mixes of the lines just above it. The lines “BPM quarter” and “BPM 8” give me place to snap to - 4th notes and 8th notes, respectively.

I also arranged the pattern for the verse. It's a little shorter, but more repetitive:

...It sounds good so far.

Now it's time for some math. My Audacity is set to have 44100 audio samples per second; that means in each second of audio, there are 44100 little blue dots. You can see them if you zoom all the way in.

The song is approximately 229 beats per minute; that is 3.82 beats per second. That means that each beat is approximately 11,544.5 samples long. But we can only have integers. Perhaps a little arbitrarily, I just went with a number close to it; I selected 11,556. So the length of each of my quarter notes for this specific song is 11,556 samples. This number is divisible evenly by both 2 and 3, which is important because there are triplets within each quarter note for parts of the song.

I guess in some ways, arranging my prerecorded music box notes in Audacity is a little bit more involved. But in other ways... it gets around the hardware limitations imposed by using actual music box paper. When you use actual music box paper, you can't control the tempo at all, and also, you can't play the same two notes as 8th notes, which really limits what I can do in a wide variety of respects.

...Those three music box papers I left for you with those very important people were made with those hardware limitations in mind. It took a lot more effort on my part to make “Woman” by Mumford and Sons, “In the Earthen Womb” from Illusion of Gaia, and “Radio Ballet” by Eluvium actually work. Lots of playing around with octaves to try to avoid 8th notes with the same two notes. All of them required meticulous planning, and then meticulous marking and hole-punching, praying that I didn't make any mistakes.

...In case you don't remember or haven't received them, you'll find them here:

And I made one more, too. But this one wasn't for you; it was for another friend. I wonder if you recall this one:

...Even with going paperless with Audacity, there's still number of limitations. For example, though it is a 30-note music box, the F note only appears twice, which is... infuriating in a variety of respects. I'd have a whole lot more freedom if I had even one more F note. And I'd have a whole lot more freedom if the upper and lower octaves weren't abridged.

There are some people working on a thing called a 40-note Muro box. It works with midi files, apparently, which is amazing, since I can make midi files using LMMS (and, in fact, LMMS is primarily where I plan my music boxes, in any case!).

...I want it; I could do so much more with so fewer limitations. But it's not in production for real yet. And it's entirely possible that it might not be in production for real, ever. Still... can you imagine what I could do with this...? With 10 more notes of freedom to move...? Why, the possibilities would be practically endless...!!!

...Maybe someday!! Hopefully!

Well. I guess it's about that time. Hopefully tomorrow I'll make more progress on the current music box fixation; I guess we'll see. Hopefully tomorrow, too, I won't be as sick as compared to today (as opposed to today, in which I am more sick as compared to yesterday... fucken lame...).

Either way, there is guaranteed soup in my future. Soup is good for the body. There are hydrating fluids and juicy nutrients in it!!! If you're feeling badly, make sure you get some!!!

I'm gonna stop writing and go to bed now. I'm probably going to have sleep with my nose plugged up with rolled-up tissue paper, and this annoys me, but it's better than the alternative. Worse things have happened, so it's really not a big deal.

I love you. Please take good care of your body and mind so that you can make good choices while you're out and about. I'll be over here, cheering you on and wishing for your safety and happiness, like I always do. Please build a wholesome life you can thrive in; it's not out of reach.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[namuneulbo]

week one hundred and thirteen

okay, trying a new format which will be proper grammar but all lowercase. i'll see how it goes and how i'll like it.

this week's been A LOT. yet very exciting. i moved to stockholm on thursday. had to wake up at 3 am but surprisingly ended up falling asleep quite late. the flights were not great, i felt quite anxious on both of them but i took melatonin for both and ended up sleeping for most of them.

i've of course also been listening to lots of kent. i feel like such a poser walking around town with kent in my ears even if no one can hear and no one would care.

one thing about stockholm is that it's very humbling walking around town because literally everyone's hot. it's insane. like, people are so fashionable and fancy and conventionally attractive while i feel like i barely match their level in a full face and my best outfit on a good hair day. truly so humbling.

on friday i met up with m for food and drinks. we struggled finding each other first because of the friday after work rush hour but once we got to the restaurant/pub thingy, it was very empty although it filled up over the time we were there. it was a burger place and it was really good although i got one of those humiliating cough fits at one point and never truly relaxed afterwards.

afterwards we went to an irish pub and, oh my god, it was so epic! i'm so happy to have someone to go to irish pubs with. i love drinking guinness and listening to celtic music. it was also nice because once we got there we really started becoming more natural with our conversation. i did feel quite sick on my way home though which was not the greatest because the bus home was delayed quite a bit so i just ended up walking home and lowkey died.

anyways, on tuesday, earlier in the week before i had moved, i had my last hangout with l for a while. we had subway and then they were my emotional support for asking my talking stage l on a date. it was so... okay, spoiler, i am going on a date with him but i still want to tell you about the interaction because it was a bit silly.

me and l (my bff l, not talking stage l) are sitting in the hallway of my old school and discussing what i should say and how i should send it and stuff. so i'm planning every single message out word for word in my notes app. once i've received approval from my friend, i open snapchat and stare at the conversation for a tiny bit before starting to type the messages out. i wanted to type them out rather than copy pasting so it would still feel a bit more real (for myself) in a way. literally started off with a single "btwwww" and his bitmoji shows up immediately and i literally yell and my friend starts yelling too because we didn't expect him to see the messages in real time. he replies a few quick silly messages just copying me but in swedish and then since i haven't typed out my second message yet he's going "TYPE". it was funny but it was so weird because it almost felt as if he knew it was happening right there and then.

i continue with like "you know how i'm moving soon" "to stockholm" "and i'll become a stockholmare" and he's like "yeah, you'll become swaggy" and then i just type out the entire question and i'm freaking out but i just go as quickly as possible over the keys so it'll be over:

"so i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a silly little date?"

i added the shy fingers emoji combo and like a looking down kinda sad/desparate i don't know emoji and he replies with like the emoji with a salute emoji and the same shy fingers and then a second message saying "hell yes" WHICH WAS SO RELIEVING OH MY GOD LIKE I DID THINK IT WOULD BE CRAZY IF HE DENIED AFTER HAVING TALKED FOR THIS LONG SO I WAS EXPECTING IT BUT LIKE HEARING IT AND IT BEING SO ENTHUSIASTIC WAS SO NICE!

we planned to go for drinks next weekend and now we've decided on friday and i'm literally shitting myself every moment ever right now. i'm so nervous. I'VE NEVER BEEN ON A DATE NOR HAD LIKE A THING WITH SOMEONE AND ACTUALLY MET UP NOR KISSED SOMEONE OR LIKE DONE ANYTHING! I'M GOING TO EMBARRASS MYSELF SO BAD!

hoping the drinks will help me out! love y'all! i'm gonna die!

sotw: kent - beskyddaren

[yanfeisty]

— New world sickness ♡ ！

⊹ [ characters ] — Jean, Albedo, Venti, Kaeya, Barbara, Klee. ◞

⊹ [ synopsis ] — Being in a new world (or staying away for too long, for your acolytes) cause your body to have a bad reaction.. ◞

⊹ [ cw ] — religious themes, description of sickness. ◞

You had arrived in Teyvat for a few days now, and let's say you were both thrilled and overwhelmed. You knew absolutely everything about this world, and you wanted to see all it had to offer with your own eyes, and everyone here put you on pedestal, as their all knowing, most powerful Deity and yet, it was like you had no control over what was happening, in one day, from a simple person to a God thrown into a fantasy world full of attractive people with cool powers, and somehow you were above them or at least were told to be.

But your Acolytes were here to help, they took things slow and tried to make things more clearer for you. The situation was a bit complicated, since you had memory loss and you were as fragile as a normal human being, which wasn't expected at all, but they promised they would do everything to keep you safe and comfortable.

"I think we pretty much said all. Thank you for coming, Y/n."

"Of course, Jean. But it seems like it took longer than expected." You glanced at the window, the mix between bright yellow and mellow orange painted the sky, and the sun saying goodbye before dropping, too exhausted, just like the one looking at it. "I'm sorry that we finished late because of my questions." You pursed your lips, feeling apologetic for taking the time of the already extremely busy Acting Grand Master, knowing she wouldn't stop working at the expense of sleeping.

She shook her head. "Don't be troubled, no time is wasted when it comes to you. But I am a bit worried about your well-being, you seem tired. Do you perhaps need help to go back home?" She frowned in sorry as she noticed small tears coming out of your weary eyes, without their usual twinkle, as you yawned, noticing that your lips seemed dried and lose a bit of its natural color, she should have pursue the meeting another day, she thought.

"I'll be alright, I just feel sleepy that's all. And I already have a few persons to escort me, but thanks for the offer." You gave her a small smile and she offered one back a bit hesitant. "I'll visit you tomorrow, just in case."

You rolled your eyes and playfully smiled at her. "Sure, if you want to."

The very next day, near noon, Jean came just like she promised, with Albedo to her side, she managed to see him before he went back to Dragonspine, sharing her worries with him about your condition of yesterday. He proposed to go with her as he wanted to see your state and if he could do anything. Jean stood up at the door of your bedroom and knocked.

"Y/n? It's Jean, I said I would visit you. May I enter?"

"Hi!" Your voice beamed but got quickly caught up by a cough. "Please enter." You said in a weaker voice. Jean and Albedo looked at each other before entering. They saw you in your bed, fully covered by two blankets, surrounded by many used tissues.

"It seems I was correct, something is wrong with them. Sigh. Y/n, I took Albedo with me. Are you alright?"

"Hi, 'bedo." You said as you took off the blankets, grinning at him. He smiled at the cute sight of your bed hair and sleepy but dazzling face.

"I just feel a bit sick, that's cough cough all." You responded to Jean.

"We have been told you didn't eat at all since yesterday's morning. Is it because you feel too sick?" Her eyebrows furrowed and hand on her chin.

"Actually, I just don't feel hungry, even if my stomach hurts, I feel like I'm full already." You laid down on the pillow, holding loosely your belly in case another wave of pain came again.

"May I do a few checks up?" Albedo asked out of the blue. It could be just a cold, but something wasn't normal with how much symptoms you had. He mostly wanted to see if he could do something to help your condition. You gave a small nod, letting him knelt next to your bed.

"Alright, I'll go see if Barbara can come too."

"There's no need to call for everyone, Jean." You quickly added but coughed just after.

"Please, let us look out after you. I know you don't particularly like being treated with privileges, but we want all the best, everyone cares for you and not just as our God. Your state is in fact worrying. So allow me to call for Barbara and see if she can do anything."

"Ok." You said in defeat, you thought it was no use to argue with the Acting Grand Master. And you had to admit, your favorite characters taking care of you was like a dream come true.

After Jean left, Albedo started to check on you and asked a few questions. While he seemed deep in thought, focused on his task, you were a bit embarrassed on how close his face was and the way he ran his fingers softly, examining your body. You stayed still to his touch, in fear to distrusting his work, every question he asked got you avoiding his gaze, trying to make a comprehensible answer. Why did he have to be so hands-

"Achoo, sorry."

"Hm, that's okay. Here." He took a tissue and handed it to you. Hands brushing when you took it, making you even more awkward.

"Your face is red, are you okay?" He put his hand on your forehead to see if you had any fever, while you were melting under his touch.

After some minutes of trying to survive Albedo's tests and questions, Jean finally arrived with Barbara, who bowed at your presence, she was always acting shy when with you and so polite, but on the inside she was dancing with joy to finally meet her God, who she dedicated her life to. She felt like her fans when they met their idol.

"Hello, Your Grace...I was told of your illness, and how much you seemed to suffer, it makes me so sad to know that, I promise that I'll try my best to heal you." She stuttered a bit at the beginning, but said the last part with determination.

You thanked her with compliments about her kindness, which made her blush.

As she was using her magic in trying to heal you, Albedo was trying to make a conclusion with the tests he did while watching Barbara to see any results. But nothing was changing, you were still feeling as sick.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace. I-I don't know why...why it's not working."

"That's fine Barbara, it seems to be beyond any magic." Jean tried to reassure her. "Albedo, did you draw any conclusion?"

"I do have a supposition to why Y/n isn't hungry but still feel pain." He looked up from his notes and turned to you. "I think you're used to how the time passed in your past life, which is significantly longer than ours, it doesn't make you hungry since your body feels like it ate a few minutes ago. But at the same time.." He looked down, thinking about his next words. "But you're slowly getting used to Teyvat's time, which makes your stomach in pain, because you didn't eat for a long time. The others symptoms may come from traveling into an other world with different conditions than the last one, and it can explain why Barbara's powers doesn't work. I'll ask The Traveler since they have more knowledge on it."

"So you mean I have to wait 'til I get used to this world?" You wanted to let out a sigh but sneezed again.

For the next days, you were stuck in your bedroom, with great regrets to not be able to go outside, but no worries, your Acolytes were here to make it better.

When Venti learned about your illness, he immediately rushed to you, his heart arching. He was extremely worried, after all, he didn't want to loose you, just the thought gave him a heartache, he had waited centuries, years of worship and dedication, after your sudden arrival, he didn't meet the God he thought he knew everything about, but instead a friendly person that seemed so sincere and pure, who would rather enjoying what the world had to offer and live with its people, than trying to ruling them. He worshipped the God above him, but fell in love with you, many of the persons he loved made his immortality a curse he couldn't run from, he prayed you wouldn't be another one.

Even when we told him it wasn't something deadly, seeing you like this, bedridden when you wanted to visit Teyvat but in a too poor condition to do so, broke his heart. His poor God, stucked in a bed without any freedom, having to bear all the pain. He frequently visited you, even twice in the same day, constantly wanting to check on your health, always with an apple he gained from his performances just for you. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away!"

He would still act optimistic, as he wanted to keep your moral up through this awful situation, he could talk endlessly without you getting bored, he got plenty of funny stories about the others Archons! It became his mission in making you laughed, the sweet melody coming out of your mouth was worth everything for him, especially when you felt sick like this. If he noticed that you were really tired, he would take out his lyre, and play something slow and beautiful. The Bard's lullaby was working like a cure for your headache, and each notes made it harder to keep your eyes opened, he wouldn't stop until you fell asleep, even if you tried to fight it you couldn't resist, losing consciousness only following the soft tune into the path of dreams.

"Your Grace, you should sleep, it will ease the pain." Jean prefered you like this, peaceful without having to worry. She mainly did all the work so you didn't have to bother with it, just needed your opinions from time to time, she would double her duties if it meant keeping you safe and comfortable. But now, she couldn't do much than wait, nothing she could help than just wait... And just like you were kept in bed when you wanted to go outside, she was in her office when she wanted to check on you, but she was no use there, the only thing that could ease her mind was to ask others on how you felt. She wasn't sure what she would do if she visited you, but she knows she just needed to be close to you again, the presence she had been blessed with brought her comfort, and having you here physically was no different. Even if you were a God, her relationship with you felt deeper, not only you were the God that she could turn to when in search for guidance but a person she could put her head on in moments of doubt.

But right now, she was more useful there, and could only hope that you got better.

Jean always sent Kaeya to check on you and give her any news. Not like he complained, if his job was to visit you everyday, he would gladly work even without any payment.

You could count on him to forgot that you were even sick, he was so natural to talk with, you were both going with the flow of the conversation, even forgetting he was supposed to leave at some point, to the great regret of both of you.

Kaeya sometimes brought something, could be anything from a random plushie he saw, saying it reminded him of you because of your cuteness, to a book he borrowed from Lisa, knowing it must be so boring to stay there waiting for someone to come. He was such a big tease, why needing a blanket when you could have his fluffy coat, or you know, him, don't worry his vision wouldn't affect you.

Each time, Albedo had to interrupt a visit for a sort of consultation, to see if your illness evolved or not. He knew that his visits weren't the most exciting, as they were long and repetitive, and he saw how awkward you acted around him, so when he could, he took Klee with him as you looked like to appreciate each other, she was the one entertaining you when Albedo had to do his usual check up, she also liked sharing her drawing.

"Look, here is you, here is me, and here is big bro, holding hands with each other." She bounced on her boots, presenting her art, while you and Albedo were blushing as she acted like presenting her drawing to her two parents.

Even if he wished it wasn't when you were in pain, he appreciated those moments, your company was enjoyable, even sick you were amusing to talk with and he found your kindness adorable.

"Thank you, 'bedo. But you really don't have to do all of that for me." You said, even if you loved his company, and wished he stayed longer.

"It's my way to show gratitude for taking me during your adventures and helping me for my research." He said as he placed the hair hiding a bit your face behind your ears.

"Y/n, your hot cheeks are really concerning, I might need to do a few more tests."

© ་ ׅ : pls don't translate or copy this | don't reblog with yandere/cult tags.

[genshin-hours]

Hello! I see requests are open so I'd like to ask for Xiao or Albedo in a scenario where their s/o gets like really sick? Like to the point they don't know if they'll make it. I'll leave it up to you if the s/o survives or not 😉

Also how have you been? I hope you have a good rest of your day :D

xiao and albedo with an extremely sick s/o (gn reader)

hi tysm for requesting ♡ i can do up to 2 characters per ask, so i will do both xiao and albedo! ♡ i like this idea tbh and im feeling a little angsty so 🤌 i hope you enjoy these hcs ♡

also im okay! just a bit stressed lately. other than that im doing well. ty for checking in dear! i hope you are doing well too <3

xiao

xiao by nature seems to be very neutral or monotone when he isn't filled with unbridled rage

however, if the lives of those he actually cares about are threatened he will lowkey panic

especially if it's something he can't protect you from

in his mind, sickness is a plague and a type of demon, but it's one he detests the most because he cannot fight it

he was literally created to fight demons and protect people, and he feels, quite literally, useless watching you lie in bed miserable

he curses diseases, he curses all of the medicines that aren't working, he curses humans for being so fragile and susceptible to growing ill

he knew his time with you would be short, but this just isn't fair

he's the type of person to watch over you while you're both awake and asleep

he sits in the corner chair, poised to spring into action should you need him

i imagine that zhongli would pay visits to you to assess how you're doing. i am betting that xiao would pray for rex lapis to find some death cure, or at least something to curb your suffering

xiao would do everything he can, but he was built to kill, not heal. and he fears being too rough when lifting you up, holding your hand, or embracing you as you cough quietly. he does not want to inflict anymore suffering on you.

but he knows he doesn't have much time.

i feel that when he knows he is running out of options, and there is no cure, he will become more distant. he is scared to carry the heavy burden of your soul and memories for the rest of eternity.

he knows he will anyways, though, and it will weigh on him as if it was all of teyvat on his shoulders

xiao stays in the room with you nonetheless, but he firmly keeps his distance, shaky hands holding his polearm tightly

i will actually leave it here because i want it to be up to your interpretation as to what happens next. whether the sickness finally goes away, or you succumb.

albedo

this man would also be neutral, but it would be slightly different.

i definitely think he's a gentleman, and he tries to be with you when he can.

before you fell ill, you used to visit him as often as you could, braving the snow and ice of dragonspine just to spend the day with him

perhaps that's why albedo feels it's his fault you've fallen ill

maybe all of those trips through the unforgiving icestorms in dragonspine finally caught up to you

he presses his hand to your forehead, trembling at the heat from your skin.

albedo is definitely trying any cures he can find, searching for doctors and pharmacists from mondstat to liyue, trying to find some miracle cure

despite all of his efforts, though, your condition isn't improving

when you offer for him to take notes on your condition in case anyone else falls ill, you finally see him crack

he promises that no matter what, he will find a cure for you, and he won't let you die

albedo doesn't cry, but seeing you in pain has him with dried tears on his cheeks because for once, he actually feels helpless

it seems like you are sand, slipping through his fingers, and there is nothing left to grasp onto. he worries he can't keep his promise to save you, and he grows restless, dismissing the medical professionals to attempt creating cures himself

as your condition worsens, he refuses to leave your side. he doesn't even go to his lab, he just has sucrose bring the things he needs to your room.

sucrose will definitely be there with you both often, and she does what she can to reduce your suffering

albedo is known for being extremely intelligent and strong beyond belief, but he feels beyond helpless watching you cough and lay uncomfortably

he refuses to imagine what it will be like without you. as you get worse, he pulls himself together roughly and makes a promise to himself this time: he will do everything he can to keep you with him, even if it sounds selfish.

again, I'll leave it up to interpretation as to what happens.

[seonghwanotes]

drunk words, sober thoughts | choi jongho

pairing: jongho x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k

a/n: we love me some drunk interactions

Three loud knocks on your door along with the doorbell being rung frantically were enough to get your friend rushing to the door, opening it up to be met with your friend who was struggling to support your weight as she tried to avoid you from falling over.

Jongho didn't hesitate and quickly took you into his arms, his arm slung around your waist as you threw your own around his neck. He raised his eyebrows at the sight and waited for your friend to explain herself. "Well?"

"You were in her emergency contact list… my boyfriend's staying over at mine so there's no place for her to stay at. I hope you don't mind." She explained, making Jongho sigh while you were drifting off to dreamland in his arms.

"Why didn't you send her back to her place? Her roommate isn’t around?”

"She didn’t answer my call. Plus, she kept saying your name all night, I didn't know if you guys talked or what but I had to bring her out before she slaps another guy thinking it was you and yells at their face for.. looking good." You heard your friend say and you giggle, lifting your head to meet the dissatisfied gaze of your crush.

"You're… you have a really good face." You blurted, causing him to look away and sigh. He thanked your friend and closed the door behind him before he put you on his couch.

Your mind was hazy but you were still aware of your surroundings. It had been a while since you went over to Jongho's yet it still felt the same. Nothing has changed and you let out a giggle over the thought.

Jongho walked over to you from the kitchen with a glass of water in his hands. He sat beside you and passed you the glass which you took but you didn't drink. Your eyes were slowly giving up on you but you resisted the sleep that was creeping up on you.

"Why did you drink so much, Y/N?" He asked in a soft voice, eyes fixated on your wimpy figure. While he waited for your answer, he took off your heels which made your feet feel more relaxed and it hurt less.

You shook your head, "I didn't drink a lot. I just had… 5 shots? I don't know," You giggled, drinking the water which you unintentionally spilled on your dress. The cold liquid left a visible stain on your chest area and you sighed at the sight.

Jongho grabbed the glass from your hand and set it on the coffee table. "Y/N… you can't handle more than 1 shot of vodka, why did you go more than that?" He cooed, his hand caressing your head.

"I don't know." You quickly answered, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. "Jongho, can I get changed? This dress feels icky."

He eyed you up and down, gulping when he noticed your attire which was extremely revealing and he raised his voice slightly at you, "When did you even buy this dress?"

You shook your head, "I didn't buy this. That girl lent it to me. I forgot her name but she said this would look good. Does it look good? I can't see but it feels so tight."

At this rate, Jongho knew you were mumbling words for the fact you even forgot your friend's name so he got up, mumbling a few words that you couldn't hear before he helped you get up. You grabbed his hand and followed him to his room as you fell on his soft mattress, your hand naturally reaching for his pillow to hug on.

"Y/N, get up. You need to get changed." Jongho spoke out, his words not being processed in your mind.

"Can't you help me change? I can’t reach the zipper either.” You mumbled, sighing right after as you got up but soon losing your balance as you tripped on Jongho. He quickly caught you, “Y/N… you’re not gonna like this tomorrow.” He muttered, annoyance tracing his words as innocence laced your laughter that came right after.

He couldn’t stay mad at you for too long as well, so he ignored whatever that happened before and helped you out. He took off your dress and helped you to change into his t-shirt, which rested at your thighs making it look like a shirt dress. Taking off the spare hair tie on your wrist, he tied back your hair and brought you to the bathroom.

“Sit on the toilet, don’t fall asleep or I’m gonna leave you here.” He told in a stern voice, which made you nod. Despite his instructions, you couldn’t handle the fatigue creeping up on you. You rubbed your eyes and yawned, “Jongho? Are you there?”

“Wait a second! Don’t move!” He replied, making you nod. He came back with a bag that you couldn’t make out what it was and he knelt next to you. “I don’t know how to do this but I’m just gonna help you out, okay?”

“What are you gonna do?” You mumbled, another yawn leaving your lips.

“Take your makeup off,” He stated, “Also brush your teeth cause you reek of vodka.”

You giggled and let him do the work while you were seated quietly. The wet cotton pad came in contact with your face which made you flinch, causing Jongho to giggle but he quickly hid the sound.

He was quick to clear up your makeup since you didn’t have a heavy one on, so he got up and reached for a new toothbrush to brush your teeth. Out of nowhere, memories of the night suddenly flooded your head and you felt tears threatening to escape your eyes. Sobs left your lips and it caught Jongho’s attention, causing him to scurry over to you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, looking at you while you tried to keep your focus on his face but you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

“I like him so much, I wish he knew." You cried, holding his shoulder for balance as you leaned back on the bathroom wall, resting your head there.

“You have to be kidding me.” He muttered under his breath. "I told you he's not good news."

“Why is he not? All he ever does is to worry about me. See, we even fought the other day about Juyeon." You sat straight, explaining yourself to the boy that you couldn't see clearly.

"What? Juyeon?" Jongho asked in surprise, now the boy thinks you have another crush. "Don't you like Juyeon though? Or is there a new guy now that you haven't told me about?"

"What new guy? It's Jongho, it's always been him." You sighed, words left your mouth carelessly whereas Jongho was only taking note of everything so that he could either confront you about it in the morning or keep it a secret until you confessed, with a sober mind, of course.

"Always been him, huh?"

"Yeah, well, I know he hates Juyeon. But he never said it to my face because he knows I would get sad over it, which makes him a really good friend, don't you think?"

Jongho's eyes were fixed on you ranting about him that he didn't bother responding back because you continued talking about him for the next 30 minutes with a mixture of giggles and gasps as you couldn't comprehend how handsome Jongho was but you were too shy to tell him that.

Shaking his head, he eventually pushed the toothbrush inside of your mouth and helped you brush your teeth. It took him a few minutes to make you spit out and wash your mouth as you mistook the minty substance as melted ice cream. You waddled over to his bed and plopped on the soft mattress, a soft hum leaving your lips.

"Wait, I want to tell you more about Jongho, you can never tell him about this though." You mumbled, causing Jongho to chuckle as he tucked you in bed.

"That's alright, we can talk when you're awake tomorrow morning, I'll see if you'll repeat your sober thoughts. Have a good sleep, doll." He addressed you with a nickname which your mind didn't register before you were sent to dreamland.

———

Other than the exposed natural light slapping your skin at seven in the morning, the sharp pain in your head was another bother to you as you winced loudly. You got up and sat straight on the bed, trying to think of what caused your headache until you realised you were not in your bed.

Your eyes widened at the familiar sight of the room and you tried to look around for anyone with you but you were only accompanied by the sunlight peeking through the sheer curtains.

You looked down at yourself to realise you were only clad in an oversized shirt that you knew all too well and simultaneously, you cursed. "Shit."

Memories of the previous night flooded your mind and you couldn't believe yourself for getting yourself in a situation you promised you would never put yourself in. Getting out of bed, you shuffled to the door slowly, looking around to see if anyone was waiting for you but you were met with silence.

Your mind was still hazy from the whole situation and you couldn't help but fall back onto the bed, massaging your temples slightly as the sharp pain started to knock on your head. You heard a door open and you looked up to see Jongho, with a towel wrapped around his waist, torso exposed to you.

"Oh fuck," He cursed, making you turn around quickly where your brain was now replaying the sight of his bare chest. "Sorry, I didn't know you were awake."

"It's okay." You managed to mumble out. The scene replayed all over again in your head, you saw your best friend shirtless for the first time and it didn't make your anxious self calm down any quicker. The tension in the air was so strong that you could cut it with a knife so you let out a dry cough and got up, scurrying over to the other side of the bed since Jongho was just standing at his place quietly.

No one was going to move if neither of you spoke so you asked him the first and the dumbest question you could ever think of. "Did we… last night?"

His eyes grew wide and he furrowed his brows, "Whoa, Y/N, no. Chill, I just changed your clothes and cleaned you up before bed. I slept in the guest room."

"Oh." Red flushed your cheeks from embarrassment and you rubbed your neck slightly before looking around the room for what felt like the millionth time. "What am I doing here, by the way?"

A small scoff left his mouth which took you by surprise, "Sabrina dropped you off, you got drunk last night and she couldn't bring you back home."

You raised a brow at him before muttering to yourself, "Why not send me back home though?"

"What can she do if your definition of home is my place?" He sarcastically replied, walking over to his wardrobe as he went through his shirts. His answer made you stop breathing for a second, making you wonder what could have possibly happened last night considering you couldn't remember anything after you drank the wrong glass of alcohol.

Hearing no reply from you, Jongho turned around to see you spacing out while you tried to figure an answer out before your growing headache could have killed you off. "I'll make us breakfast, maybe you could shower first. You know where the clothes are at." He said, taking out a shirt on a hanger before he walked out of the room.

Did he forget about your argument and forgive you? Was he going to bring it up during breakfast later? You had zero idea but you wanted to get out of his house as soon as possible and meet Sabrina.

———

You spent a good hour in the shower where you washed your hair with his shampoo that he never bothered sharing with you whenever you slept over at his and you also did your makeup with the products that you left at his place, which you were surprised that he kept.

After you threw on a basic tee along with your shorts, you went to the kitchen where you were met with Jongho using his phone as he waited for you. The strong scent caused him to look up and he let out a sigh when he saw your wet hair, "I told you to not use my shampoo!"

"I don't see your name written on it and I needed a wash." You casually explained before taking a seat across him.

He pushed a small bowl of soup towards you, "Drink up, it's hangover soup."

You didn't need the soup anymore but you didn't want to hurt his feelings more so you drank the soup quietly as he watched you, thinking of what to say.

Once in a while, you kept looking up at him and his eyes never left yours which made you set your spoon down and question him, "Do you have something to ask?"

"No."

"Then, why do you keep looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

"Do you like me, Y/N?"

"What?" Your question came out a little louder than supposed that it took Jongho by surprise and he snickered at your reaction.

"You didn't have to react like Cheon Seojin, I just asked you if you have a crush on me." He told again, with a relaxed demeanor.

You were in disbelief, what was he talking about? Did Sabrina tell him anything? Did you spill anything to him? What if you said yes? Would he tease you because he doesn't like you back? What if you said no? Would you lose a chance with him? Plenty of responses raced in your mind and you had no clue on which to say.

He sighed, "So how's Juyeon?"

You furrowed your brows, "You never ask about him. What's the matter? Did he talk to you?"

"No, I'm just curious. Your soup is getting colder." He reminded you, making you drink your soup again.

"He's alright I guess? Ever since we broke up, he's been great. He got assurance when he found out that we fought so he got together with another girl right away. It makes him happy to see me in despair." You told him everything like you always would have gone if you guys were okay. Jongho was never wrong about the people you chose to hang out with, sometimes the fact that you were in denial because you didn't want to lose to your best friend whom you loved a little too much made you attempt daring things which only brought you back to square one.

"Oh, he's the same basically." He confirmed, nodding his head as you scoffed at his answer. Classic Choi Jongho, hates Juyeon but has never made it clear.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, making your anxiety level rise again. You finished up your soup, pushing the bowl away from you in a soft motion and looked at him.

"I thought you said we did nothing."

"I cleaned you up and changed your clothes, a lot could have happened."

You gasped, "You saw me naked?"

"Goddamn, Y/N, get a grip. You wore a dress that literally showed so much of skin and me seeing you naked is your concern right now?" Jongho questioned you back, making your mind think about the dress you wore last night. He wasn't wrong, you wore something that was practically protecting your assets and revealing the rest.

"Well then, I don't remember anything. But thank you for the stay and the soup. I'll get going now." You told him, grabbing the bowl and got up. Before you could go to the sink, he grabbed your wrist, making you look at him.

"So you don't remember confessing?"

Your heart dropped. There's no way you could have told him, not when you were drunk and at your lowest. You must have been crazy to have done that. How could you have been crying over him the entire night only to tell him that you were so in love with him?

Your deafening silence was a clear answer to him which brought a smile to his face as he stood up and blocked your way. "You do like me."

"I don't." You were quick to deny but your eyes lied, which he knew very well.

He didn't hesitate making moves with you as he grabbed your chin softly and brought his face closer to yours. "You know that I would have treated you better than Juyeon, so why would you still deny?"

Your breath hitched in your throat as you listened to his words, you couldn't come up with a response cause you knew that he finally figured out what you were trying to do and there was no way out of it.

"You're so quiet when I'm speaking the truth. It would be great if you'd listen all the time, am I right?" He chuckled at your face, causing you to laugh nervously. He let go of your chin as your stiff body relaxed for a second up until he held your hands again and your hold on the bowl tightened.

"I like you too, Y/N. It took me a while but I'm sick of seeing you go back to that jerk who only uses you for what he wants and he doesn't even know your worth. So, if you don't mind, we could go on a date and think about what we could do next." Jongho confessed casually, causing you to drop the bowl, which fell on his foot and to your relief, the bowl was not made out of ceramic so it was still intact.

However, Jongho was wincing in pain.

You gasped at the incident and crouched to hold his feet, "Oh my God, wait, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to drop the bowl. Wait, does it hurt? But you're strong. Okay, maybe not. Foot injuries hurt like hell. Let's just stay at home, I'll put ice on your feet."

You stood up and helped Jongho go to the living room before he plopped on the couch. "I guess a stay at home date isn't so bad. My girlfriend puts ice on my feet. It could be a new thing." He joked, making you slap his feet hard which made him wince harder.

"I'm not your girlfriend yet! Keep dreaming, loser." You told him, rolling your eyes before you went back to the kitchen and cleared the small mess before you got an ice pack out.

"Yet, well, it could change in an hour or so. Would we kiss? Would I break your neck as we make out? Would more things in this house break? You'll never know!" He yelled out, making you scoff.

"Yeah, right. You're just gonna tease me till the end for that drunk confession. I never wanted to sate your ugly ass anyway," You muttered, sitting next to him and pressing ice on the forming bruise.

"I recorded you calling me a cute, squishy, boba ball last night. Oh, wait, let me play that." He said, taking out his phone which made you press the ice pack harder on his feet, causing him to yell.

"Yeah, I always wanted to date you, who was I joking with?" You answered back, making faces at him as he laughed at you.

"Well, at least I can finally say that's my girl instead of that's my best friend." He told with pride which made you fake cringe but on the inside, you were cheering yourself on with pompoms. Drunk words, sober thoughts are not so bad at times.

[the-lady-of-stars]

The one about the Gonk droid and the Comm

For @itsyellow ☺️

Crosshair x Reader

Peace, love and kisses for my man Crosshair bc boy does he deserve it after todays episode. No spoilers for TBB. No plot at all tbh just shameless love for grumpy man. Somebody give this man a kiss pls.

Warnings: Very brief non-explicit mention of sex near the end but nothing graphic at all it's just Wrecker poking fun at Cross and reader.

My inbox is still open for requests! See my earlier post for details :)

You left your bunk on the Maurauder just in time to watch Crosshair storm off the ship, lips pulled into a thin grimace.

You immediately turned to look at the rest of the boys, furrowing your brows in silent questioning. The sheepish smile on Wrecker's face told you enough about what had occurred.

As much as they loved each other, Wrecker's boistorous and loud personality often clashed with that of his silent and snarky brother, something which proved to be the starting point for many arguments when they were crowded together on such a small ship.

With a roll of your eyes you slipped out the ramp and headed over to your sniper who was now perched on top of a tall rock glaring out over the forest. You basked in the feeling of grass beneath your boots, enjoying the fresh air that the planet you had temporarily stopped on provided.

Crosshair, as you had expected, was polishing his rifle with a cloth, a habit he had formed to calm himself down. He paid you no notice as you settled next to him, just meticulously scrubbing at the rifle.

"Cross." No answer. "Look at me. Please?" you spoke softly and sweetly to him, not wanting to anger him any further. You knew his annoyance at Wrecker wouldn't last long, it never did, but when he was angry Crosshair was a ticking bomb.

The sniper huffed out a sigh, carefully placing his rifle down before turning to meet your gaze. You smiled at him, and Crosshair immediately felt his irritation melting away at the tenderness in your eyes.

"What happened back there?" you asked tentatively.

He groaned, scowling at the memory. "Wrecker was weightlifting that karking gonk-droid again and he slammed it down on my comm. I'd only taken it off for a second before he crushed it. Tech's got it now, but there's only so much you can do to fix a pile of scrap metal with sparks coming out of it."

You choked lightly, trying to hide your laughter under the guise of a cough.

"Oh, think that's funny do you?"

Crosshair tried to get up to storm off yet again but you grabbed his wrist and lightly tugged him back down.

"Hey, hey no. 'S not funny. Not at all," once again you barely concealed a snort, resulting in the sniper rolling his eyes back. You didn't miss, however, the way his mouth began to form a grin.

Crosshair sighed to himself, finding his thoughts drifting to how you were his weak spot, how something about you brought him a feeling of peace that no other could.

He shook his head with a huff of laughter, finally seeing the humorous side as his anger faded.

"Gonna kill 'im," he grumbled, turning to face you and taking your hands in his.

You laughed openly this time, and Crosshair felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. Tech had described him as 'wrapped around your finger' a few days ago, and as much as he hated to admit it, his little brother was right.

Cross smiled, playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you sat cross-legged facing each other.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to drop it on your comm, Cross," you reassured with a smile.

"Eh, I know. Doesn't make the sheb-head any less annoying though."

You snickered then lifted his hands to your face, pressing a soft kiss against the knuckles of each one. Crosshair found himself in a trance, feeling his skin heat up as your plush lips skimmed across his hands.

He slid one hand out of your grasp to reach up and gently cup your jaw, running a thumb over your cheek. His breath caught in his throat as you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. You tilted your head to the side to press a kiss to his palm. In return, Cross pulled the hand he was still holding to his lips and mirrored your previous actions, trailing kisses across the peaks of your knuckles.

It didn't matter how Crosshair liked to portray himself to outsiders. The second you came close to him he would always drop his cold and bitter facade in exchange for tenderness and passion.

"I love you," he breathed against your skin, barely audible but still music to your ears.

"I love you too, Cross. More than you'll ever know."

He exhaled deeply before shifting closer to you, lifting both hands now to cup your jaw and pull you in for a kiss. There was no rushing this time, no swift kisses stolen when his brothers weren't looking, no rapid pecks before charging into gunfire, there was just pure emotion.

Crosshair didn't need to use words to tell you how he felt. The way he tilted his head to swipe his lips oh so perfectly against yours told you enough, and you found yourself reaching behind his neck to pull him closer. You lowered one hand to rest it flat over his heart, feeling how strongly it pounded, how fast it jumped. You'd be lying if you said you were in any better state. His tongue lightly traced your bottom lip before he tugged on it with his teeth playfully, grinning.

He wormed his hands under your thighs and scooped you up into his lap, deepening the kiss. Crosshair felt high in that moment, caught up in the taste of your lips and the way your soft skin nuzzled against his. Your hands clutched the back of the collar of his blacks at the base of his neck, keeping him secure and close as you could.

The two of you were so caught up in the moment, in fact, that you failed to notice Wrecker bounding towards you until he practically roared out Crosshair's name in joy. He groaned deeply, his annoyance at his brother returning at being interrupted.

"What, Wrecker? Can't you see we're a little busy here?" he spoke sharply, turning his attention to the large man who was parading Crosshair's comm up in the air at the end of an extended arm.

"Tech fixed it! See? Good as new!" he bellowed, waving it around.

Crosshair groaned, reaching out to snatch it from his brother's grip before he went and broke it again.

"That's great, Wrecker. Now. D'you mind?" he sharply motioned his head in the direction of the Marauder, signalling his brother to return and leave him alone.

Wrecker convulsed with laughter at this, clutching his sides.

"Yeah, sure! I'll leave you alone so you can keep makin' out with your girl. Don't have too much fun though. Me and the boys are only over there in the ship and we sure as kriff don't wanna hear anything like we did the other night from your bunk."

You choked at this, turning to hide your face from Wrecker in embarassment, naturally only sending him into another fit of laughter.

"Wrecker!" Crosshair howled, pointing a finger aggressively at the Marauder.

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'." Wrecker chuckled, turning to depart for the ship but not before shooting you a heavy wink.

You groaned, hiding your face in Crosshair's neck. "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to show my face to your brothers again."

Cross' chest shook in laughter. "Oh well, they'll get used to it."

[anotherghoul666]

12, 18, 37! I hope you're having a good night!

Hi Trouble!! ❤️❤️ Thank you for the ask!

12. Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Yes. Multiple times. Because of a variety of reasons. I recall having done that a good handful of times in my university years, especially during exam weeks and finals. I'd have a normal day then stay up to study, then loose track of time, spend overnight at the library, ride out the fatigue-induced delirium by watching the sunrise at the top of the hill my university was on, overlooking the city, listening to 70s prog rock and crying, then walk into one more day of exams, do my whole day, hit my second wind and be unable to sleep after that XD I've also had to do that a few times in the past few years. Isomnia is a thing. I work night shifts but sometimes I have to flip myself on a day shift for formations or meetings or family activities or trips so 30-ish hours is something semi-usual for me. When I got covid last summer I coughed so much I was completely unable to sleep for almost three days until my pharmacist found a syrup that finally stopped my coughing spasm and then I slept for an entire 24 hours at once to recover. It happens XD

18. Are you scared of spiders? So. On one hand spiders fascinate me. I like the concept of the creature. I think they look rad. I like them in theory. In practice, it's the skittering man. I can't deal with how fast they walk and how they crawl up walls, I feel spiders outsmart us humans routinely and it makes me uncomfortable to see them walk. That's probably a very primitive, lizard brain response that I haven't been able to outgrow yet. Spiders skittering spike my adrenaline. I like spiders outside of my house, I love them in nature, I watch them make their webs and shit and they're such architects, I'd never hurt one in nature. But I feel like, dude, if you're INSIDE MY HOME you're tresspassing and I have a right to defend myself and my people / pets, you know? XD

37. Is it easier to forgive or forget? Oooooh hitting with the deep shit are we! I like this! I feel like both are difficult for me. My neurodivergent brain registers and preserves strong painful moments in my life like an archive, like a damn museum. If a situation or a person ellicits a strong negative emotion in me, it's like a mark, it will stay there forever. I can recall entire conversations word for word from years and years back, from when I was a kid even, and it blows people's minds how accurate my memory is. I wish I could uninstall that function honestly, or have that level of memory for positive things at least, but I don't. Positive moments I have to actively produce physical memories from like pictures and videos or else I will 100% forget about them. I don't know which kind of trauma response that is, but that's how my brain functions and I gotta deal with it XD So like, I don't forget. I can make myself not think of the thing, I can think of other stuff, it's not like every negative memory I've ever had pops out in my mind constantly otherwise I would not function. But the archive is always there and it's pristine. On the other hand, I'm also a person that's sometimes fueled by spite and I motivate myself via anger lots. I am a spiteful motherfucker, I hold grudges. I've put a lot of work into deconstructing the anger in therapy over the years, but part of it is also to accept that this is how I am and it's ok. I vibe with acceptance therapy a lot. So. I hold on to grudges. It's weirdly comfortable. It's a comfort zone to begrudge. Sometimes I just don't want to forgive cause I loose the fire and the motivation to do better or maintain distance with someone toxic. I have boundaries, but what gives me the strength to hold them up proudly and say, no more, never doing that again / letting someone do that to me again, it's the grudge sometimes. Forgiveness is a strange beast. I'll forgive when the anger doesn't serve me anymore. I forgive once I'm done using something as fuel, once it drains more evergy than it provides. I don't forgive for others, I forgive for myself, and that's a process that's not the easiest. tl;dr they're both hard as fuck for me XD woops!

Those were super interesting to jump into, thanks Trouble! :D