#I show him similar ones he's like “no...... this brand... and this pack......”

[stopfunkinwmyheart]

[bloomseishiro]

A SURPRISE VISIT — ITOSHI RIN

౨ৎ — you decide to surprise your fiancé while he is doing a photoshoot for a brand he works with. the director and photographer never even knew rin could smile in such a way...

itoshi rin x reader. fluff, pro soccer player!rin, y’all are like mid-twenties here, established relationship, sunshine x grumpy vibes :> 

word count. 1.3k

It’s not often you are able to visit Rin while he’s working. Given the nature of his job, he spends most of his time traveling around for away games and matches outside of Japan.

Today, however, Rin is in town for a photoshoot with a local luxury brand and you decide that is the perfect opportunity. for you to surprise him. He spoils you plenty himself, bringing you souvenirs and cute trinkets from his travels. This is the least you can do to pamper him back.

You prepare him a quick and easy meal—a grilled mackerel rice bowl with a side of spinach salad—but still packed with nutrients to help fuel his body for the long day ahead. Rin has complained about PR and photoshoot days to you plenty of times before. They were busy and tiring and he barely got any breaks. What better way to bring some light into his day than a little surprise? 

Along with a warm, homemade lunch, you decide you want to stop by for some flowers as well. At a nearby florist, you order a bouquet of vibrant blue morning glories (the closest color you can get to his eyes, though nothing seems to be the perfect match) mixed in with classic white florets. 

Pleased with your little bouquet and neatly wrapped lunch box, you bound along to the studio Rin was working in for the day. 

Immediately upon entry, you find yourself greeted by the receptionist, cheerily asking how she can help you. 

“I’m just here to visit my fiance,” you say with a smile. “He’s here for a shoot— Itoshi Rin.”

She eyes you skeptically, her eyes briefly flitting to the phone on her desk. “Can I ask for your name, please?”

“Of course!” you agree hurriedly, pulling your ID out of your wallet as you stated your name. It’s inconvenient at times, having a professional soccer player as a fiancé, but you understood why security had to be higher for him. “I promise, I’m not lying! See.”

You flash her your diamond engagement ring and show her your lock screen photo of you and Rin making kissy faces at the camera. 

“Oh, no! I don’t think you’re lying! Mr. Itoshi’s team always gives a list of who he might be expecting and, well, the list only has your name on it,” explains the receptionist, looking back and forth between your ID and her computer screen. “You can head right in! His session is in the big room to the left.”

“Thank you!” you chirp, gathering the bouquet back up in one arm as you hold his lunch in the other. You hope Rin will feel how much you love and value him.

You walk down the hall and hesitantly knock on the door, before deciding to push it open after not hearing a response. 

As soon as you peek your head in, your eyes lock with Rin’s as he poses in a relaxed stance, one hand in his pocket as he looks away from the camera dramatically. Once he notices you, his serious expression changes into one of surprise as the corner of his lip quirks upward into the semblance of a smile. 

“Yes! Exactly like that!” the director cries in relief. “Hold that smile— This is the first one we’ve seen from you all day!” 

As Rin’s attention is directed away from you, the sullen expression returns to his face. 

“No! Smile, I said,” said the director exasperatedly. 

You wave your flowers around in the background, hoping to catch Rin’s attention as you shoot him a playful wink. It’s similar to when parents are trying to get their baby to smile for the camera by playing peek-a-boo behind the lens. 

Rin’s much too old to be treated like a baby, yet somehow, your method works. 

His eyes soften as he lets out an amused snort. It’s quiet and barely there, but it was enough to change the ambiance of the photoshoot. From the corner of your eye, you see the creative director nodding at the photographer fervently as the rapid clicks of the camera sound in succession. 

Once satisfied with the amount of successful photos they captured, the director soon calls a quick break so the next scene can be shot. Rin wastes no time in heading over to you with a question in his gaze. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

You grin, handing him the bouquet of flowers. “To give you this!” you say simply. “I wanted to surprise you. I also brought you lunch. I know you don’t have much time to eat, but I hope you can find time to sneak a few bites between shoots.” 

Rin takes the flowers and lunch box into his hands, eyes softening as he pulls you into a quick hug. “Now why did you go through all this on a random Thursday?” 

“Do I need a reason to see my handsome boyfriend—er, fiancé—during work?” you say with a playful pout. He proposed only recently, and calling him fiancé is still new to you. “Don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me…”

Rin rolls his eyes at your dramatics. “I’m always happy to see you, and you know it.”

“I do!” you agree happily, bringing another small smile onto his face. “Now, I don’t want to keep you from your work for too long. I better get going.”

He frowns. “Can’t you stay longer?”

Before you can reply, the creative director from earlier concurs, “Yes, can you please? We need more pictures of Mr. Itoshi looking like he’s not miserable!”

Rin glares at him in annoyance. Partly for saying he looks miserable and partly for interrupting his conversation with you.

You laugh at the director’s pleading. “I wish I could, but I do have some work of my own to finish up today.”

You aren’t sure whose face looks more dejected—the director’s or Rin’s? 

“But,” you start, trying to cheer them both up, “Rin, you can look at the flowers I got you and smile when you think of me!” 

Rin’s cheeks color and a grunt of embarrassment escapes him as his eyes flit frantically to everyone overhearing the conversation. 

You grin, not letting up. “And, if you eat the lunch I made you, your stomach and soul will be warmed for the rest of the shoot!” 

The director nods along like you came up with the most brilliant idea ever. 

“Okay, now I really do have to go,” you say apologetically, placing a chaste kiss onto Rin’s lips. “I’ll see you at home? Soon?

He nods. “Soon.” 

“And,” the director sings, “it might be even sooner than planned. Mr. Itoshi, if you cooperate well, we may be able to finish up within the next hour and a half.” 

Rin’s expression turns serious, a look of fierce determination forming on his features. “So, I can be home in less than two hours?”

“Yes. Maybe even sooner if we get into a good flow.” 

“We will,” promises Rin as if he has no other option. “I’ll be home soon.”

You giggle at his resoluteness. Nothing motivates him more than soccer and spending time with you. 

“Work hard then!” you say. “I’ll see you in a bit, baby.”

The tips of Rin’s ears turn red as he hisses, “In public?” 

You have to stop yourself from snickering at his embarrassment. The two of you really need to work on your public displays of affection. 

“Wait— That’s it!” exclaimed the director. “That’s the perfect flushed face! Someone bring a camera here, stat!” As the director rambles along, you wave goodbye to Rin, wiggling your fingers as you watch the look of misery return to Rin’s face, his eyes calling to you to help get him out of here. 

“Break’s over! Come along now, Mr. Itoshi.” 

You spare him one last thumbs up before leaving the studio with a laugh. Well, that visit certainly turned out to be more entertaining than you had imagined. You would have to visit Rin at work much more often. 

[trivia-yandere]

doctor says the cure of cancer (which I have is)the second part of what are you willing to do??please cure ne pookie

you know what? hell yeah

what are you willing to do? (2)

jungkook has made good on his promise on a new apartment and in return, you showed him what you were willing to do to keep it.

word count: 4.094

warnings: smut, yandere tendencies, power imbalance, kissing, unprotected sex, dirty talking, handjob, oral sex, face-fucking, facial, hidden cameras, masturbation, cowgirl, nipple sucking,

part one

Jungkook wasn’t lying. He did have the perfect apartment for you.

You were nervous when you heard knocks at your door around noon the following day. You had spent the majority of your morning packing, unable to get your mind off of Jeon Jungkook and the entire situation. A part of you told yourself that there was no way Jungkook had that much pull as a property manager. Wouldn’t his father grow suspicious if you were suddenly in another apartment?

But, you learned Jungkook was a man of his word. Upon arriving at your door, he offered a short grin your way with gleaming eyes. Memories of just a few hours earlier pass through your mind and you fight the urge flowing through your body. “Follow me.” Jungkook had said and stepped aside a bit.

Jungkook had led you towards the elevator and takes you up a few floor levels. What you always knew was the higher, the better - and the more expensive. You were growing anxious when it takes longer than you expected to reach the floor; not the top, but certainly not where you were accustomed to. 

Upon the elevator doors opening, you noticed just how wide the hallway was - and lack of apartment doors. “There’s only around 5 apartments on this floor alone.” Jungkook told you - your floor had at least 10. Jungkook always has the keys to jingle in his hands as he leads you down the long hallway, each door so far apart that you’re positive that the inside is huge.

And you were right. Jungkook opens the door to the apartment - the door a mahogany color with carved wood and a gold handle - and opens to show you the apartment. Premium wasn’t the correct word, luxury was. The floor wasn’t hardwood like your current one and instead was tiled so clean that you could see your reflection as you strolled in.

“To you right,” Jungkoom states as he closes the door. He places a hand onto the low of your back. An action that shoots warmth throughout your body. “is a laundry room. Residents usually would have to buy their own washer and dryer. I got that covered for you.”

Jungkook flicks on the lights to show you the room - a large laundry room that already is stacked with a washer and dryer. The brand is expensive and you could tell by just the sight alone without the logo. There’s built-in wall shelves and cabinets for storage and the size alone of this one room is similar to your walk-in closet in your current apartment.

“I didn’t need that, Jungkook. I don’t want to waste your money…” you murmur, turning to him.

Jungkook allows a grin to form onto his lips. “It isn’t a waste if you have the money, Y/N.” he murmurs. He was reminding you just who he was. Property Manager - soon to inherit everything once his father retired. “Follow me.”

Jungkook proceeds to show you the entire apartment. High ceilings with expensive lighting fixtures. Stainless steel appliances, up to date features and space you never thought was possible - the apartment was beautiful. Far too beautiful and not what you were expecting. 

“It’s already furnished, as well. So…” Jungkook turns to you. You noticed now that he had his arm around your waist as he guided you throughout the apartment. “...you could get rid of your old furniture.”

You lick your lips, your eyes glancing around the apartment. Jungkook notices your hesitance and his hand squeezes your hip. “Do you…not like it?” he questions. There isn’t any malice or annoyance in his voice.

“What?” you scoff, snapping your head to him. “No! I do!” you say, entirely too quick. How in the world would he think you - someone with no job and money - didn’t like the luxurious and fully furnished apartment. “I just…are you sure it’s okay?”

Fingers tap along your waist gently as Jungkook speaks. “Of course it’s okay.” he quips. “I wouldn’t have you in here if it wasn’t.”

“It just seems like a lot.” you sigh out. “Eventually I’d have to pay for all of this. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to afford it.”

Jungkook hums a bit. It’ll be too vulgar of him to come right out and say “as long as you keep fucking me, you’ll have a roof over your head”. Instead, he shakes his head. “We had a deal, didn’t we?” he murmurs. His hands linger onto your hips, drawing you closer to him. “You do art. I was thinking the second bedroom could be like a studio for you.”

“I…really?” you blink. You hadn’t noticed the second bedroom as he only showed you the masters - a large spacious bedroom that had its own walk-in closet and master bathroom. 

“I told you that I’d be willing to buy your paintings, remember?” Jungkook allows a hand to slightly brush along your cheek and he gives you another curt wink. “You’re going to need space for all your work.”

Your eyes linger on Jungkook for a moment too long. Your lashes blink a bit as you begin to scan his face. You don’t detect any lies and your heart jolts at how…kind Jungkook was. Could you equate this with kindness? You were, technically, going to fuck him for this apartment. But, you supposed he could have kept you where you were at instead of elevating you to this.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question causes Jungkook to laugh and for your body to warm with embarrassment. You step away for a moment and Jungkook tilts his head.

“I’m not laughing at you.” Jungkook assures. “I’m laughing at how cute you are. You’re still so shy, Y/N. Even after cumming all over me just the night before.”

You bite the inside of your lip at how crude - and true - Jungkook’s words were. You glance away for a mere second before connecting your eyes back towards him. Jungkook is watching you, a tint in his eyes as he awaits for you to speak, and when you don’t, he does. “Yes. You can kiss me.” Jungkook murmurs.

Jungkook decides that even though you asked, he was going to have to be the one to make the first move. His right hand goes to cup your cheek and he lowers himself to press his nose against yours. He gently rubs his together with yours, grinning when you let out a snort. 

“I’m really appreciative of the apartment.” you say with lips mere inches from Jungkooks. Your breath tickles against his lips and it takes nothing to connect both of them together. “You didn’t have to do this…I could’ve stayed in mine.”

“You could've…” Jungkook agree’s. “...but you’re better than that apartment.”

You hum, leaning closer to press your lips onto Jungkook’s. Instantly, he deepens the kiss with a groan. He has been wanting to feel you on him since last time. It took everything in him to hold himself back - to wait until this moment. As much as he wanted you, he knew now - and onward - would be the perfect time.

Kissing Jungkook was hot - literally. The heat radiating off of him was like a furnace and it caused your mind to swirl. Your hands, unsure where to place them, go towards Jungkook’s broad shoulders.

“Do you need help moving your stuff in?” Jungkook asks between pecks. “Are your clothes packed?”

You exhale a bit. You didn’t care about your stuff - not now. You notice how good Jungkook smells; a surprisingly feminine scent that you ponder what cologne he wears. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by moving your stuff in when all you wanted to do was remain with Jungkook.

“Everything is packed.” you respond, a hand trailing down from Jungkook’s shoulder to his chest. You blink at him before continuing, “but I haven’t had the chance to thank you yet.”

“Thank me?” Jungkook furrows a brow, feigning ignorance. His hands go towards your hips now to bring you closer to him. You weren’t as shy as you were originally and Jungkook is appreciative of that. He finds that you’re cute when you’re shy - but he had no intentions of stopping this deal.

You nod your head. “You know what for, silly.” your fingers tap along his clothed chest, wishing to see it bare. Did Jungkook’s tattoo’s stop at his arm or did it scatter across his chest, as well? “I have to show you that I’m grateful.”

Dark eyes watch you, teeth catching his soft, thin lips. He’s anticipated continuing where you and he left off the following night. To get to taste you on his tongue once more and to listen to those cute, cute sounds you’d make.

“Yeah?” Jungkook hums, allowing you to take his hands in your and tugging him closer. Jungkook enjoys the softness in your touch, the slight hesitance, too. You were so cute, he thinks. The way you’re trying to lead yet there’s still a bit of shyness and uncertainty in your actions.

You lead Jungkook towards the large bedroom, still so astonished by how big it is just for one person. The bed doesn’t have any sheets yet, but it doesn’t bother you. You stop right beside it, turning to Jungkook who’s lips tug upwards.

“You’re so cute.” Jungkook murmurs, his hand squeezing yours a bit. He doesn’t say what he’s thinking out loud - how he feels as though he’s corrupting you a bit; exciting him to his core. 

Your body warms and a part of you is slightly embarrassed by how shy you were being with him. You and he grew acquainted on less than admirable circumstances but that doesn’t mean you need to be timid around him.

You let go of his hand and instead wrap both arms around his neck. You press your lips to his, slightly humming as he deepens it immediately. There wasn’t any chance you were going back - not when you were given an opportunity to stay here rent free and do exactly what you enjoyed doing. 

Jungkook’s arm fills with goosebumps when your hand trails down past his chest to his stomach then abdomen. His eyes blink away from yours to your hand - the same soft and delicate hand that now is making its way inside his pants. 

Jungkook is painfully hard, you note. His cock jolts when your palm makes contact with it over his underwear. His mouth falls open slightly when your hand squeezes his cock.

“I want you to cum.” you say with a slight tilt of your head. Your free hand tugs at Jungkook’s pants so you can slide them down. “Cum…wherever you want to cum.”

Your hand makes its way inside his underwear, his cock entirely warm. You swallow, your thumb rubbing along his tip, the warm wetness of his pre-cum coating it. 

“Wherever?” Jungkook moans. 

You nod your head, hand pumping.

Jungkook grunts, his eyes squeezing shut. He thinks of so many different locations where he could cum - in those soft hands. Maybe you’d let him cum on your breast - but all he could truly think about was coating your beautiful face with his cum. Having the chance to mark you so intimately causes something deep inside him to flame.

Without much thought, you drop to your knees. You tug his underwear down, eyes watching the way his coc springs out with anticipation. The tip is pink and angrily leaking with even more pre-cum than before. You lick your lips a bit.

“Wherever.” you murmur, eyes flickering to him a bit. He’s watching you with such intensity, eyes unblinking. Slowly, as if teasing him, your tongue licks the tip of his cock. His cum is a bit salty, but you’re more than willing to continue. 

You wanted to treat Jungkook the way he treated you, allowing you to cum all over him without anything in return. Your tongue swirls over his tip for a few moments, enjoying the sounds of his moans that only edges you on. It causes you to take the entirety of his cock into your mouth.

Jungkook’s head falls back, mouth agape. His breathing quickens, your warm mouth fully engulfing him and moist tongue sliding beneath the length of his cock. His moans, so low pitch and boyish, causes your knees to slide together and your thighs to clench. 

“You’re sucking so good.” Jungkook inhales sharply at the way you suckle against his cock sloppily. Saliva trickles down the corner of your mouth and now down your chin. Your eyes are glossy and to Jungkook, you look utterly cute.

Your mouth pops Jungkook’s cock from your lip with a choked cough. Your chest heaves a bit, glossy eyes blinking up towards Jungkook. 

“You,” Jungkook’s hand touches your cheek encouragingly. “look like a cock hungry whore.”

You’re sure those words would’ve offended you if said in other circumstances - and possibly if spoken by someone else. But it causes your stomach to churn in a good way and your thighs to clench closer together.

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask, eyes glancing back to Jungkook’s wet, glistening cock. 

“Of course not.” Jungkook smirks. “You’re showing me you’re grateful, after all.”

Your knees against the fresh hardwood floor begin to ache a bit, but you find that you don’t move a single muscle, waiting for Jungkook to make the next move. That, or you were going to go back to throating his cock. Whichever came first.

“Just how grateful are you exactly?” Jungkook murmurs his question with a raised eyebrow. “Grateful enough for me to fuck your mouth?”

You don’t respond verbally, and instead you open your mouth wide, tongue slipping out. You wait patiently for Jungkook to slip his cock back into your mouth, and when he does he wastes no time. He ruts his hips, watching the way his cock slips in and out of your wet mouth.

Somehow being used in such a way feels amazing; so demeaning yet so…lustful. The act of Jungkook, someone you barely know but share such a deep longing and attraction for one another, springing his cock in and out of your mouth. Completely using you for his own lustful desires just as you were using him for what he could provide for  you.

Jungkook groans, his grip on your head growing tighter. His eyes are pierced and focused on you and you solely. There’s tears in your eyes that’s trailing down your cheeks now, but it doesn’t appear to affect you. You were such a good whore, he thinks, good but still completely wholesome in ways that he cannot explain.

“Your mouth feels so good.”

Wet and warm your mouth was, squelching noise your throat makes as he plunges it in and out of you. The noises are so crude and slutty, his eyes never wanting to stop watching the sight that is you. You’re taking him so well, your throat closing in around him whenever his cock presents itself. 

“You’re such a good little slut, Y/N. So grateful to be here that you’d let me fuck your mouth, huh?” Jungkook groans, his thumb going to rub away stray tears from your eyes. 

Your throat aches and so does your jaw, but Jungkook was too hot to say no to. You're breathing through your nose as Jungkook continues to talk.

“I think I know where I wanna cum, Y/N.” Jungkook gasps, that familiar churning in his abdomen. 

Removing his cock from your mouth, you cough as air flows through your lungs now. A hand wraps around the shaft and he pumps his cock right above your face, warm ropes of cum coating your face. You’re surprised by the sudden action, but you aren’t upset in the slightest about the outcome.

Jungkook’s chest heaves at the sight of your face covered in cum that drips down your face. He ponders if the action was disrespectful for you, but then slowly your mouth twitches into a low smile and he knows just how good you were for him.

“Let’s clean your face.”

Jungkook helps you stand before he tugs you towards the master bathroom. It isn’t decorated to match your personality just yet, but there’s a few towels on the counter and that was enough for now. He takes a hand towel and wets it with warm water before turning to you.

Jungkook cleaning your face was…something. He wipes your face clean of his cum before offering you a low grin. 

“Do you want to move your things in now?” Jungkook asks. 

“In a minute…” you shrug your shoulders. You lick your lips, glancing away for a moment.

“Oh?” Jungkook raises a brow. “What do you want to do now?”

You and Jungkook both appear utterly insatiable. Your arms wrapping around his neck and lips greedily pressing to his own while his hands grip and tug at your naked skin. Your bodies crash out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom. You pushed Jungkook towards the bed and climbed on top of him. “This is what you wanted to do?” Jungkook chuckles. “We could’ve waited until you were settled in.” 

“I know but,” you’re hovering right about his already hardened cock. While in the bathroom, you assisted in Jungkook removing his clothes so he was just as bare as you. His tattoos stop right at his shoulders and his arms seemingly flex on impact. “I’m still grateful.”

Grateful and highly horny. Hearing the way Jungkook moans when you were sucking your cock was enough for you to want to fuck him now instead of later; but especially later, too.

Jungkook places a hand onto your hips while you center yourself at the tip of his cock. You slowly blink, feeling a bit foolish yet embarrassed. It’s far too late to worry about protection, isn’t it? You had his cock in your throat not too long ago.

“I…do you want to use a condom?” you ask, body warm. “I don’t do this often so I don’t have any-”

“I can pull out.” Jungkook squeezes your hips, lips twitching upward with how cute you were. 

You nod your head and continue to lower yourself onto Jungkook’s cock. It stretches you out in a great way, pussy squeezing around him. You gasp when you sit fully onto Jungkook, eyes blinking a bit.

Jungkook groans deeply, nails digging into your hip. It doesn’t take long for the sound of skin slapping to echo off of the walls; now more since the room is empty. It’s met with your moans, Jungkook’s groans and your squelching pussy. 

Your hands clench onto Jungkook’s shoulders for support as you continue to bounce against him. His cock springs in and out of you so heavenly, a feeling that you never want to stop. 

“Your pussy is a lot wetter than I expected.” Jungkook quips, his hands roaming upwards to grip your bouncing breast, his thumb rubbing along your nipple until it’s erect. “You must be very grateful.”

Jungkook leans forward a bit to capture your nipple into his mouth, tongue twirling the bud greedily. The countless times he’s seen you, beyond your knowledge, he’s pondered just who you were. How well you were in the area. If you had any significant others or anyone you were seeing. He gets his answer time and time again as he watches you come and go without anyone in tow. He’s replayed the cameras in the hallway just at the chance to see you more often.

Jungkook doesn’t have to do that anymore - now he’ll have a front row seat.

Jungkook’s hips buckle forward to meet you halfway. His tongue trails up from your breast to your collarbones. His teeth sinks onto your skin possessively, groaning into your body.

“Your cock feels so good.” you sigh out, your back slamming against the mattress as Jungkook takes control. He places both of your legs against his chest and pounds deeply inside of you.

Sex never felt this good, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal. Your pussy squeezes Jungkook’s cock, milking everything he was willing to give. Your arms are spawned out, fingers digging into the mattress for any hope of comfort.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook grunts, opening your legs so he could come closer to you. His lips are centimeters from yours as he continues to speak.  “So, so beautiful. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long.”

Maybe if you were paying any ounce of attention, you’d notice just how Jungkook’s words hold a deeper meaning. But, you’re far too enthralled in the way he’s fucking you that it goes through your ears but don’t linger for long.

“You can keep fucking me.” you breath, pressing your lips onto his that he immediately deepens without a care. 

“I plan on it.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips.

Jungkook’s hand, wrapped firmly around his cock, continues to pump aggressively, his eyes on the camera. The sounds of your squeals pound through his headphones, his eyes unblinking. The way you take his cock only brings flashbacks of that day - and nearly everyday after that. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook grumbles, thighs quivering. “I can’t wait to fuck you later, baby.” he says as if you’re listening, but of course you aren’t. 

You’d never know about the cameras that are surrounding your apartment. Maybe others would say it’s an invasion of privacy, but to him it wasn’t. After all, it was his apartment that he was paying for monthly. He kept the lights on, the water and gas running. Hell, he even supplied the food you ate, much to your dismay that it was all too much. 

“Shit,” Jungkook feels it coming, the high he always gets whenever he watches these videos of the two of you back. “shit, shit, shit.”

Jungkook likes to think that this is how it’s supposed to be. Him having you so close to him while you remain home. You got the chance to focus on your art now without wondering if you were going to be evicted or not - all thanks to him.

Jungkook gasps when his high erupts, cum coating the palm of his hands. His thighs continue to quiver and jolt, his head hanging back.

Jungkook’s breathing is heavy, his headphones still sounding the video on the monitor. Slowly, his hand removes his slowly softening cock. He goes to take a few napkins from his desk and wipes his hand clean. He throws away the napkins and sighs, shaking his head.

Maybe this wasn’t morally right - cumming in his office while he was supposed to be working. But he missed you. Yes, you were just a few flights away, but still. You were working and so was he, but he couldn’t go another moment without you.

Jungkook clicks off of the old video and goes towards the live feed. His eyes roam around the apartment until he spots you and a smile forms onto his lips. He zooms in on you painting, your eyes focused.

Sometimes Jungkook likes to watch you paint. You would hum to yourself at times, or you’d listen to music. He was ecstatic when he discovered that you enjoyed the playlist he made for you.

Jungkook picks up his phone and dials your number. He doesn’t bother putting it to his ear as he could hear you just fine through his headphones due to the live camera feed. He watches you put down your paint brush and answer the phone with a soft smile onto your lips. “Kook, hey!” he hears you speak over the headphones.

“Hey.” Jungkoo raises the phone to his lips. “What are you doing?”

“Painting.” you say. “I can’t wait to show you later. I’ve finally decided on what I wanted to paint exactly.”

“I can’t wait.” Jungkook murmurs, his eyes flickering to the painting you’ve already started. “Is it something you’re willing to sell?”

You snort. “I’m not sure. I never sold art before. And no I’m not selling it to you.” you quip. “You do enough for me already.”

Jungkook snickers, but he’s already knowing that you aren't going to give up. “I’m thinking about ordering lunch. You can come down and meet me in my office.” he says, leaning back into his chair. He watches as your eyebrows furrow upwards. “If you’re too busy, I can just send you something up.”

“No,” you shake your head. You begin to stand. “I’ll come down now!”

Jungkook smiles and nods his head, though you can’t see him like he can see you. “Okay, I’ll be waiting.”

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trivia-yandere: honestly like the story can be done here but who knows , i could always come up with a part one day 3 :3

[the-s1lly-corner]

Various crps except you buy a treat for them

did something similar for hoodie masky and toby so i figured why not go ahead and do some other characters! characters: slenderman, nina, laughing jack, bloody painter notes: reader is gn cws: none

SLENDER

you grab him something while at the store forgetting that he doesnt really... eat human food... but the fact that you still thought of him while he was out has him feeling things- its so human of you, to do such a small gesture

you dont really know where the food goes, you dont see him eat it and it may actually be a minute before you remember his diet.. he doesnt really provide an answer to you when you ask what hes done with it

returns the gesture by leaving foods he knows he likes for you by your door or on your table

you took the time to think about him, so hes going to take the time to think about you too... though you have no clue where hes getting the food from

NINA

loves sour candies, so you get her a pack while youre at the store

loves you for it and will be vocal about it! will share the candy with you, and perhaps may show you some of her favorite combos to do with it

you both experience the energy drink candy thing .... never again, at least until you catch her trying to do it again with different combos to see if "it will change the outcome" if the flavors or brands are changed

alternatively if you get her a drink that comes in the can shes going to keep the tab and possibly do something with it- personal headcanon that she has a necklace decorated with the things

LAUGHING JACK

he always has candy stashed somewhere and seems to pull it out from thin air but you noticed that a lot of them are... the same, and arent from a specific company. theyre just. generic candies

you take it upon yourself to get him something new to shake things up and he is HOOKED the moment he pops one into his mouth

will tease you for thinking about him while at the store, dont let him fool you though hes ecstatic that you were on his mind even when you were away

will pester you to buy him some more when you can, the candy you get him does not last all that long... he is straight ravenous

BLOODY PAINTER

youd notice that he would sit down and paint for... long periods of time, without stopping to go eat a meal so youve decided to remedy that by getting him those variety packs of snacks!

it slowly becomes a habit to buy him a box every few weeks to make sure hes got something on hand

doesnt mind that you do it though he doesnt seem like he would be pressed if you let him run out

...will leave you a bag if he notices you struggling with eating yourself, its such a small gesture but it shows that hes keeping an eye for you too even if it may otherwise seem he doesnt

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 1417

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements, dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, branding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

Square filled: @spnabobingo non traditional alpha traits @spnkinkevents free space @j3bingo jewelry/piercing

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 first three pasts of series

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART IV

John read through the contract and had to admit that the Dealer was a stickler for details, continuing to the addendum that the original purchaser sold the O as-is to him for one dollar. 

Ignoring the still-fuming Dealer, John signed all three copies before handing them and the payment to an on-site notary who stamped the copies before handing one back to John, one to the suit with their monetary compensation, then disappeared with the last to finish registering the sale.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Winchester,” the suit says as they untether the twin and lead her out of the room. John placed his copy in his canvas jacket pocket and said, “I need the O cleaned up and dressed.” One of the Alphas reached into the cage, attached a cheap dog chain to the D ring on her collar, and used it to drag the O across the floor, dropping it at John's feet as Helms smirked. “Sorry, we would normally comply with your request if it were our merchandise you purchased. You have a nice day, Winchester.” 

They left John alone with his newly acquired property. He scooped up the unconscious O and was surprised at how light she felt, made his way through the open dock door of the building and spotted the Impala. When his sons climbed out, John issued orders.

 “Dean, get your ass over here and take your property. Sam, front seat with me.”

“There’s a clinic two blocks on the left, sir,” Sam says, climbing back into the Impala, cracking a disposable ice pack, and handing it over the seat to Dean, who places it over the O’s swollen eye. John's thankful it’s a short drive cause the mouth-breathing sounds filling the car were disturbingly similar to that Shtriga he’d hunted. 

Sam bolts out the door before John has the car in park, taking several deep breaths before opening the back door and helping Dean maneuver out with the unconscious O. 

The quartet enters the clinic, and a bored-looking receptionist slides a clipboard over without looking up, telling them to fill out both sides. They cross to the waiting area where John and Dean sit, automatically leaving the chair between them unoccupied. Sam mentally sighs and pulls his hoodie lower to keep his painfully hard cock hidden, sits, and starts mouth breathing again, making John growl and scribble faster before marching back to the receptionist.

Dean shifts the unresponsive girl, and Sam says in a strained voice, “Dude, she’s flashing everyone!” Dean sees his darting eyes peer down, noting the old army blanket gaped open, exposing the O’s breasts. He can’t help himself. “Look at you, Sammy, blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. So adorable.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Boys,” John interrupted, “Let's go.” Dean closed the blanket, followed him down the hall to an exam room, and placed the O on the table. “Wait outside the door, Dean. You too, Sam.”  A while later, smallish, fifty-something Beta with their nose in a file came towards them and finally noticed the two tall Alphas slouching by the doorway. Smelling his unsureness, Dean reassured them, “We don’t bite..usually.”

Clearing their throat, the Beta walked between them when Dean slapped his hand against the wall, creating a loud thwack that made them hurry into the room. “Not funny, man,” Sam chastised but couldn’t help grinning.

John insisted on remaining in the room during the examination, knew how these clinics worked, and wanted to be sure the O had no severe injuries or undisclosed maladies. 

“I don’t see your DNA ID on the intake paperwork.”

“DNA? What are you talking about?”

“There have been many fraudulent ownership claims in this state,” the doctor said as he did the exam. “For new registrations, all Alphas in the purchaser's immediate pack must submit their DNA ID number and to STD testing. I assume you were in service?” John affirmed he was. “Good, and your offspring? No? Okay, what state did your Omega whelp them in?” John frowned. “My mate was an Alpha.” 

“It’s almost unheard of for a female Alpha to have more than one pregnancy.” The doctor resumed the physical, noting a mild concussion, but her swollen eye was undamaged, and considering the extensive skin trauma, mainly on her back, she likely had bruised ribs, too. “As a precaution, I will administer fluids and a broad-spectrum antibiotic. I need your help with this part. Please move the O to the scale so I can see if its stats match the paperwork.”

The doctor and John, who’d guesstimated her height earlier, were shocked. Most O’s rarely hit five-four, and she was nearly six feet tall but was thirty pounds underweight. John laid the O back on the table, covered her with a warming blanket as the doctor hooked her to the IV, then collected the other samples from Winchesters except for the STD on Sam, who had to admit he was still a virgin. A tech arrived for the samples and handed the doctor some paperwork. “I see you purchased the O for your elder son, who’s not of age yet. Do you require any additional stipulations for registration?” 

“I want Sam to have proprietary rights in the event of my untimely death.” 

Dean peeks through the register office's doorway and sees a slightly chubby Beta in her late twenties sitting at the desk. She looks up, giving him an apprentice once-over, and chirpily inquires, “You with the O just brought in?" He responds snarkily. “You got a bunch of other O’s that just arrived?"  Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.” 

She hummed sympathetically and clicked the mouse, searching for something on the computer. "It’s alright. Things like this can be stressful, so I’ll try to get you through quickly. Help yourself to the coffee. It’s hot." Pouring a cup, Dean sipped it and grimaced. "Okay, here we are. Name?"

"Uh, Dean." He sat down, positioning himself to see out into the hallway, and heard the Betas' long nails tacketing-tacketing over the keys. "And will you be changing the name?" "Huh? Why the hell would I want to do that?” The Beta flinches at his tone. "It's a routine question. Some people don’t like the name of the O they’ve purchased, so they shorten or change it entirely.” It took him a second to catch up. “Oh, sorry. I'm Dean, and ahh, I don’t know what her name is." The tacketa-tacketa resumes. “Hmm, the O only has numerical identification. You could pick something neutral or a favorite nickname. How about leaving it for now? If or when you decide to change it, you can do it through any state registration center."

"Uhh, okay, let’s do that." 

"No problem. Now, has the O been branded yet?" Dean's hand firmly gripped the edge of the desktop. "What the fuck? That's a regular thing you do here!” Dean's loudness makes the Beta frown; she leans over, opens a side drawer, rifles around, and pulls out a pamphlet, pushing it toward him. Dean frowned at the title: Your New Omega and You: An Alpha's Guide to Handling and Training.

 "O branding is the traditional form of marking to deter theft and help with identification. North Dakota is one of a few states that mandate it but all others accept it. A sanctioned clinic, such as ours, uses a local anesthetic, so it’s quick and relatively painless. The unique symbol chosen for the individual owner will be on the lower back to not spoil their aesthetics.”  More tacketa-tack-tacketa. ‘We do piercing for free. Are you interested in having the O’s nipples, clitoral hood, or labia done?” Dean shakes his head negatively. “For low-income families, public assistance will generally cover breast augmentation or genital modification since it doesn't interfere with fertility.”

“Now, state law requires that if testing confirms that the O's are a non-viable carrier, we spay them. I am obligated to inform you this procedure can lead to malaise, but it reduces the chances of other diseases as they age. Since you’re not a resident, if you choose not to, we can provide a doctor's exemption certificate.”

“What kind of fucked-up Deliverance-style place is this? I am not authorizing any fucking modifications of any kind, you hear me!” The courteous attitude disappears. "I don’t appreciate your tone, sir,” as she resumed tacketa-tack-tacks on the keyboard. Dean wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he hit something.

Part V

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx  @lyarr24  @flamencodiva   @lassie-bird   @nancymcl   @spnbaby-67   @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies  @stoneyggirl2  @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl

WF: @slamminmine @ladysparkles78  @deans-spinster-witch  @ilovetaquitosmmmm   @strawblueberrys

[x-emeraldsky-x]

Sasuke wandered confusedly through the hall, loud chatter and excited squeals ringing in his ears as he passed booths filled with merchandise; all with crowded lines waiting for a chance to at least see what was being offered.

His eyes narrowed as he searched for the bright blonde hair of the friend that annoyed him into coming in the first place, but amongst fans covered in merch and with hair that was dyed to match the musicians, he was no where to be seen. Sasuke scoffed. Naruto begged him to come to support a friend of his, and he didn't even choose to show? What a loser.

Sasuke pressed on, scanning past the branded shirts and faces covered in paint. "XO" was printed everywhere on every thing, it slowly started to become a blur of colours.

Purple, red and pink spotlights lit every room in the stadium, music from the band blasting from the speakers, every song was instrumental to tease the fans flooding in as the concert time grew closer. Sasuke's head spun with all of the stimulus.

Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around his shoulder, a familiar burst of laughter relaxed him just enough. He actually decided to show, hm? Could have come on time. Loser.

"Whatdya think, Sasuke?! This place is packed!- oh, I got you some freebies too. I figured you'd get lost, 'tebayo"

Sasuke scoffed, taking the bag from Naruto. It was similar to one of the showbags you'd get as a child, but featured a near gruesome image instead of a typical cartoon character. A skeleton covered in branches and cherry blossoms, it was posed like it was praying. He preferred the cuter stuff, the stuff that wouldn't give him nightmares.

"My friend drew that, yknow! She designs a lot of the merch stuff for the band. Oh! Also! You hear that drumming? That's her too! Oh, oh! And-"

Naruto continued to rant while dragging Sasuke off, assumingly to where they'd sit for the show. Naruto said something about VIP tickets and being close to the action a few days ago, so they'd be able to see and hear everything the best. A perk of being "The Lead Singers Best Friend and Little Brother Figure" he said.

The hallway leading to the entrance was just as packed as the room with the booths. Black shirts with a symbol of "XO" interlocking printed in crimson, similar ones with a purple moon cycle on the front, one fan even had their own shirt with a design drawn with bleach. Whoever this friend of Naruto's was, they were very good at drawing a crowd.

Naruto flashed a card to the bouncer minding the doors, and much to everyone's disgust and rage, they were let in just a few minutes early.

With no need to be mindful of others, Naruto raced down to their seats, while Sasuke paid closer attention to the scenery. The room was lit only at the seats, the stage was shrouded in darkness, the leg of a mic stand could hardly be seen poking out from under the curtain. Even if he squinted, there wasn't much to behold.

When he reached his friend, he looked at their slightly separated seats. Two more bags sat at their legs, each with unique designs. More freebies, he guessed.

Naruto jumped into his seat and urged Sasuke to join him. Sasuke sighed. Despite being nineteen, almost twenty, Naruto still acted like a complete child. How can someone with a drivers licence, fully capable of purchasing alcohol and cigarettes, be this obnoxious and shameless? He sat without argument, though.

Before he knew it, the doors opened and fans started pouring in. Sasuke glanced behind him out of curiosity; every seat was filled, and everyone was restless in their seats with excitement. Amongst them all, though, was the last person he'd expect to see there. Nara Shikamaru, a former classmate of theirs, was sitting in a signed jacket with an unfamilar glisten in his eyes.

"He's a massive simp for the guitarist," Naruto whispered, catching where Sasuke's eyes sat. "He fought off like, three guys for that jacket."

Sasuke snorted and shook his head, turning his attention to the stage when the lights shut off.

The stadium grew silent, the lack of light felt like a void. Sasuke's arms started forming goosebumps from the atmosphere.

A soft beat settled in through the speakers, the sound of the curtain reeling back made people inch closer to the edge of their seats. A hooded figure walked up to centre stage, bringing their arms up above their head and forming an 'X' with their arms in sync with the spotlight shining on them. Bright red illuminated the figure, revealing a punk-eqsue outfit with belts being a consistent theme, but their face remained unknown. They started a hard beat by stomping their boot on the stage, which was followed by fans clapping to it.

A second figure joined the first, cloaked much the same, but their guitar adding a much different silhouette. They pulled it off their back and lifted it up, the body of the guitar facing to the ceiling. The lights turned off and a purple LED light was shon onto it, revealing a fluorescent purple circle on the back. Together, their symbols formed 'XO'.

After a moment, music started pouring from the speakers around the stadium and a clear spotlight lit the stage, allowing full sight to the audience. They dropped their symbols and pulled the cloaks off in unison.

'O' was clearly the older of the two. A tall woman with lightly tanned skin, features sharp and almost deadly. Her hair was dry, parted quite messily into four parts, part of her bangs nearly covering her right eye. 'X' seemed much more friendly, smiling wide to the whole crowd. From the looks of it, she had no instrument. She lacked a mic on her earpiece as well.

The two women were dressed with a theme, both with their own symbolism. 'X' wore a red jacket with two crosses on her arms and black gloves. The small belts around her thighs were wrapped unevenly. Two on one, three on the other. 'O' was much similar, although her jacket was black, made from a thick leather and had purple moons running down the sleeves. Her jeans were ripped at the knees and her boots were covered in the same belts.

Sasuke furrowed his brows and squinted, focusing on the finer details of the first part of the band. Her hair was a familiar shade of pink, thick and clearly unconditioned, and her eyes were a deep emerald green. He swore he knew her, but he couldn't put the name to the face.

She pulled a microphone from a pouch on her hip, spinning it in her hand while more music kicked in. She raised her fist and everyone focused on her.

"Good evening Konoha!! How's everyone feeling tonight!?"

The audience roared in respose, Sasuke needing to take a moment to cover his ears. He glanced over to Naruto who sat unfazed. He too was focused on the woman in red. She must be the friend he always talked about.

"That's great to hear! Are you all ready to go?!"

Another roar came, but Sasuke took focus to her speech.

"Hell yeah!! That's what I like to hear! First things first though... Temari, sound check!"

Her voice was familiar too. Deeper than most women Sasuke had met, and rougher too, as if she'd had a broken nose before. However, there was a softness to it. A kindness. It almost sounded like...

"On it, Sakura."

Sasuke didn't hear the next sounds to come. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly in the direction of the stage. Sakura? Haruno Sakura? That's her?!

Temari smiled at her partner, flipping the guitar so the strings faced their fans and pulled the strap above her head. The body was painted a shiny black with purple lightning like strikes going across it, a job clearly done at home, but not by her. She pulled a pick from her jacket and struck the cords, the sound alone made the floor shake, and the following cheer broke Sasuke out of his trance.

"All right!!! Sounds good! Lets get this show started, shall we?!"

The two women backed up to the middle of the stage, the lights dimming to prepare for their first song. A cold silence filled the room, the speakers dying down as sound technicians prepared the track, Sasuke squinted to take in more features.

Despite the darkness, the white of her teeth shone through. She smiled with a joy she never had during their highschool years together. Her academics were her highest priority, fitness came next, and lastly was her crushes. She'd always smile wide when her test scores were high, or she had scored big during extracurricular sports, but nothing compared to this.

A warm spotlight hit them as the music began, Temari's guitar the only live instrument. It was an up beat rhythm, vaguely following the rock genre they were going for. Sakura nodded and loosely danced as she found the rhythm in herself, her voice powerfully hitting the mic when she started to sing, although it was more of a rap than anything else.

Sasuke stared with his mouth hung loosely open. Sakura's energy grew with the song, her movements becoming sharper and more pronounced as she found moves to her words, her hair and jacket adding secondary motion that flowed so smoothly with her body. Sasuke's legs grew weak, sinking into his chair as he watched as closely as his eyes could. It was mesmerising.

Sakura's eyes danced over the audience. Her smile grew when she saw her close people in the crowd, Sasuke could only see Naruto, but he was certain someone like Sakura would have a lot of friends. Her eyes moved from left to right, eventually meeting his at the centre.

Her smile fell, but her voice didn't. Sasuke couldn't tell if it was disbelief, disappointment or disgust, but Sakura didn't stop her performance. She focused her gaze to the wall, finishing the song before meeting his eyes again.

He felt his cheeks begin to burn under her gaze. The soft shimmer in her eyes, the gentle curl of her lips... it had been many years since she looked at him like that. Sasuke missed it dearly, her eyes filled with adoration and love. He felt like a complete fool for rejecting her love once.

Their eyes locked for what felt like hours. Sasuke's focus never once leaving her eyes or her smile, even when she turned away. She was still working, afterall. Sasuke would have to wait, and he would wait an eternity just to have her look at him once more.

The second song began to play through the speakers, fans cheering and shouting as they recognised what it was, and although Sasuke was clueless, he was just as excited to hear it.

[anniebear-92]

Afterlife

Part One - Moving Day

Summary: After a long search you finally land eyes on the perfect property for your roommates' and yourself to rent. It's perfect! Large rooms, enough space for all of you, Ghost of the previous owner's son... Perfect!

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Death/Dead people. Adult humor but nothing too in depth.

Taglist (let me know if you would like to be added): @browneyedgirl22 @lukerycyja-reblogs

Previous Part: Prologue

Scrolling through ads listing rentals you sighed heavily.

"Toshi why is it so hard to find a decent place to rent anymore?"

Your lavender hair, sleep deprived friend lifted his shoulders in a short shrug. "Finding a place isn't the hard thing. It's finding a good area worth the money."

He wrapped up his spare capture scarf into the gym bag he was packing, another breath of air leaving your body. "I'm so sick of this. Why can't your boyfriend help again? He's the one moving with us."

A single snort was your response as he zipped the bag closed. "Kaminari couldn't find himself out of a wet paper bag, you really want to put him in charge of finding a rental?"

You eyed him while grumbling a No, letting the phone fall against your chest. "Yet you're dating the guy, going on a three month mission with him to boot."

He shrugged once more with a sly smirk on his lips. "You know, you should find someone too. Maybe you'd be less bitchy."

Narrowing your eyes at him to indicate he was on thin ice he showed both palms in surrender. "Sorry, sorry."

Picking the phone back up, you continued your search once again. A brand new listing caught your attention, a pretty decently sized house with a similar monthly price. There would be plenty of room for Hitoshi, his boyfriend Denki Kaminari, and yourself.

"Hey, look at this one Toshi."

You sat up shoving the phone in front of his face before his long fingers curled around the device and brought it to a more acceptable level. "House looks a bit familiar for some reason, Three bedroom, two bath... wow there's actually a nice sized yard." He scrolled a bit more to list the 'About the landlord' section that gave a brief history.

"Landlord information says it's an older couple renting out their family home." He tossed the device back into your lap before moving his gym bag from the table. "Where is it?"

You read off the address and he scratched the back of his neck in though. "That's a great neighborhood, why don't you give them a call and we can try to look today before I leave?" You nodded and clicked the link to call the landlord. The line beeped only a few short times before a click was heard.

"Mitsuki Bakugo speaking."

You smiled, glad a person actually answered after all the scams and wrong numbers listed on the site. "Hello! I was interested in viewing your home for rent?"

The conversation was brief, she indicated her schedule was open for the afternoon and you set up a time to view the home. She took down your name and contact information right before the call disconnected. Hitoshi had put away his bag with the other moving boxes littering the living space of your current apartment.

"You planning to invite Kami to see the place with us?" He shook his head in response, "No, he needs to pack and if him calling me or texting me every five minutes isn't enough of a distraction this would be. I think he also has a joint patrol with Red Riot during that time so he'll lay his head wherever I tell him to."

You let out a brief huff of air in amusement, pulling the sleeves of your shirt over your chilled hands. "It's two thirty now and we have two hours before the viewing, should we grab some food before we meet her?"

Hitoshi nodded while rubbing his eye, a short yawn stretching out his jaw. "Or do you need a nap first?" You teased, poking his side to watch him jump.

"Fuck off, I've been doing a lot of late night mission for Eraserhead. Ever since I took over as his lead sidekick he's been working me harder and harder."

"Kinky."

The glare he shot you could bore holes in your head if he wanted to, raising your hands in surrender before gathering up the essentials to leave.

The car ride to the restaurant you frequented was a short one, only being a few blocks from your current building. The hostess flashed a bright smile and welcomed us in by name before leading us to the usual table in the rear away from... people.

You chatted a bit here and there while waiting on your order, reminiscing back on how your friendship started.

After graduating UA you had applied to Eraserhead's agency. He had been your teacher for the first two years of your schooling, however before your third term began he had retired officially to focus on his agency. His retiring speech had cited the death of one of his previous students as one of the main reasons he just couldn't bring himself to teach any longer, however had decided to omit the name.

He had accepted your application and placed you underneath his lead side kick Hitoshi Shinso, who happened to be three years your senior. Learning quickly he shared similar outlooks on life and people, a bond was made. He was considerate at your hesitancy when it came to physical touch and had even told off a few who were too pushy at one of the few hero galas you chose to attend.

After only a year of being on the hero scene had been enough for you. The toll your body took from the backlashes of your quirk placed you in the hospital enough times that calling it quits was the only option. On top of retiring from hero life, the same month your parents had been hit by a drunk driver and unfortunately did not survive.

Histoshi had offered his spare bedroom to you when you had no where to go and had been living there ever since. The lease was now up as of a few months ago, hence your search for a new place.

"Day dreaming again?" His voice cut through your memories like a knife, yanking you back to present times. Your chopsticks snatched a dumpling as you shrugged. "Just, reminiscing how we got here."

"We drove here."

Eyes rolling so hard they threatened to fall out of your head you chewed a bit overly aggressive as your eyes narrowed.

"I was talking about how crazy it is we've been friends for so long."

He nodded while slurping up a noodle. "Yeah, dealing with you has been a trip. Heroing and living together, now we're possibly moving into a house together."

"You make it sound like we're the couple. I think Kami will be a bit upset that you're after me."

You winked as his nose crinkled in disgust, "You are a beautiful, intelligent woman and I love you the most, but please understand when I say... Ew."

Dropping some cash on the table for your waitress, you both made your way back to Toshi's car in the parking lot. It was getting close to the meeting time and the GPS indicated you were at least thirty minutes away from the house, cutting it close.

Taking the passenger seat you placed the phone on your thigh with the directions open so you could lead him as the designated navigator. You placed your chin in the palm of your hand as you leaned towards the window, watching the scenery whip by of busy walkways and large business buildings. The view took a turn as you left the urban life to a quiet neighborhood filled with trees, green grass and children running around parks.

"Certainly pretty here." You mumbled looking around. Catching the gaze of a long man peeking out from behind a tree, you gulped and averted your eyes rather quickly. After a moment peering back to see the man had seemingly vanished as if to thin air. Releasing the breath you held and leaning back against the window.

"Turn left at the next stop sign." The electronic voice sounded from your phone's speaker and the driver followed just before the voice sounded again.

"Arrived."

The car pulled up to the curb, your attention being drawn to the building beside you. A brick wall surrounded the home, a small gate was the only opening to a walkway leading up to the home you had only seen in pictures. The brick home sat higher in the sky than you thought, realizing it was quite the large home for what they were asking monthly.

"Are you sure we need all this space? This looks a hell of a lot bigger than the photos. Think this is another scam? The rent isn't mathing here."

Turning your attention to your companion he shrugged and started to exit the car. With a deep inhale your fingers popped the door handle and swung the door out to follow. A door opened on the car before Hitoshi's, a long leg sliding out of the car first with a long heel attached. A taller blonde woman stepped out of the car, her head swiveling before landing on the both of you.

The woman was gorgeous, unruly blonde hair cascaded down to her sharp shoulders, sunglasses sitting on her perfectly shaped face. Her heels that matched her fashionable outfit clacked against the concrete as she stepped before you while sliding her sunglasses up to reveal piercing crimson eyes.

Holding out a perfectly manicured hand her smile lit up her face even more. "Hello there, I'm Mitsuki. We spoke on the phone?"

Your eyes flashed to Histoshi's for the briefest of moments before he gave a barely noticeable nod that satiated your reluctance.

"I'm sorry uh..."

Hitoshi quickly slid in and placed his hand in Mitsuki's to shake firmly.

"Hello, I am Hitoshi Shinso and I apologize she is not one for touch. Quirk interference."

Mistuki's face dropped into shame as she shook Hitsoshi's "I am so sorry dear please forgive me."

You nodded with a small smile and introduced yourself with a small bow. She turned her attention to the home and opened the gate for you all to file into the yard.

"Please let me show you the house, it's quite cute if I say so myself!"

She began speaking a mile a minute, pointing out little things about the home here and there. We could tell from all the details she provided this had been her long time home. "We purchased this home back when I first married my husband. A few years here alone and then we had..."

Her voice trailed off as her hand pressed against the door frame to a bedroom, thumb trailing back and forth over the closest notch a few inches taller than herself.

"Anyway, let's continue." She listed off more facts about the home, monthly rent amount, when and how she expected it to be paid. She provided her contact information besides the number we already had should anything come up for repair or issues with the payment.

"Well, that's just about everything." She finally waived her hand at the end of the tour. The home itself was beautiful, bedrooms big enough that your friends would have their own space and we could even have a guest space should anyone need it. The kitchen was huge and had an island in the middle that you could totally see yourself drinking coffee or tea in the morning while tuning out the world.

"What do you two think? I think it's a wonderful home for a young couple such as yourself." You froze at her words, turning to the woman who had nothing but a genuine smile on her full lips. "Oh uh, Hitsoshi and I are just close friends. It would actually be his boyfriend, himself and I living here."

Her eyes widened with a gasp as she placed her hands together, "Oh dear I'm so sorry I assumed." She tapped the top of her head with her fist lightly, "Silly me."

I nodded indicating it was a non issue, "Would you mind, giving us just a few minutes to discuss?"

She smiled and nodded, disappearing upstairs into one of the darker rooms.

"What do you think?" You elbowed Hitoshi in the side, he startled a bit almost as if he had been asleep on his feet. "It's a nice house, great price and neighborhood is quiet compared to the city. I can see myself getting some real sleep here."

"You have zero standards besides where you can set your bed do you?" He shrugged as per his normal move once again, "You should be well aware of this by now."

After your short deliberation, you called out, "Mrs. Bakugo?"

Her head poked out of the room she had been in before making her way back down the stairs. "Oh sweetheart just Mitsuki. No need to be formal."

"We would like to take the house if you'd let us."

Her hands clasped together with a loud snap in the empty space. "I'm so glad! We've just been sitting on this house for so long deciding what to do with it and I can't wait to see how you decorate it!"

Required paperwork signed, deposit and first month's rent in hand, she dropped the keys into your open palm. She insisted to call her if there were any issues and as she gathered up the paperwork into a folder she hugged it to her chest and shook Hitoshi's hand once more while offering you a short nod of the head.

At the door she gave a short glance back and you swore you saw a flash of sadness cross her features before the door closed behind her with a snap. You tested the weight of the keys in your hand a moment before turning to your roommate.

"Well, should we start moving or wait for tomorrow?"

He titled his head for a moment in thought, "Better get started now or you'll be bitching to me that you had to move everything alone when Denki and I leave tomorrow."

A wide grin crossed your features. "Damn right."

It only took a few hours and a couple trips with vehicles to move everything from your old apartment to the new house. Hitoshi had called up Kaminari to let him know the new address, who in turn let him know that he had gotten someone to cover his patrol route so he would be able to come help move the heavier stuff.

Kaminari pulled up in a bright yellow sports car a few minutes later, the large pink decals on the front making it resemble the cartoon creature nickname his friends tended to use. His first reaction was to mention how the house looked quite familiar to him as well, before running off to "claim his room." Both he and his boyfriend then found themselves in argument over which room they would be sharing.

Hitoshi wanted the room on the far right as it was the darkest of them all, however Denki complained the room "Creeped him out" until finally with a huff his sleep deprived boyfriend gave up and accepted the room across the hall. You however were just fine with taking the dark room being quite the night owl.

Your blade easily slipped through the tape holding the box labeled 'kitchen' closed. Placing the pots and pans away in their new homes you decided to leave a few out for the dinner you planned to make soon.

The three of you sat on the floor with plate in lap, random lamps illuminating the space while you found yourself laughing to Kaminari's retelling of a capture gone wrong from the day before.

The both of them finished their food and thanked you for cooking. Due to their early departure scheduled for the next day they bid their good nights and you assured them you were fine with unpacking as much as you could later. Retreating to their room on the left side of the hall you were left alone in the sea of boxes that were yet to be unpacked.

You finished up washing your dish and placed it in the strainer before taking stock of the boxes still nearby that could be put away. A yawn broke through however since all three of you had stayed up as long as you could into the wee hours of the morning, catching up however you decided the boxes to could wait until the next day.

Grabbing a glass of water you made your way up the stairs to the door on the right side of the hall to your new bedroom. Stopping at the frame to turn on the light your eyes dragged up and down quickly in remembrance this was the door Mitsuki had paused at when speaking. Indented in the wood were several notches that lined from the floor to the ceiling periodically, stopping at the height just a bit above your own.

Height Notches? Did the Bakugo's have a child?

You raised your hand to touch the tallest mark with the tips of your fingers, whoever this measured was pretty gifted in height. With a hum of curiosity you finally flipped on the light and closed the door behind you. One of the first things that had been done were the beds since sleep was always Toshi's top priority, knowing no one wanted to sleep on the floor as well.

Taking a quick swig of water and placing the glass on the table beside your bed, you climb inside the covers and wiggled down until they enveloped you in a warm embrace. The warmth was short lived when a breath of cold air ran down the length of your spine, shivers racking your body as you shot upward to glance around with wide eyes.

Chewing on your bottom lip you looked around while praying it was your imagination. Knowing your quirk was hardly wrong however you sighed and laid down slowly while keeping watching for any sign of movements. After nothing showed itself for some time the relaxation seeped into your tired joints and you finally fell asleep with one final thought.

This house isn't haunted... is it?

The next few days flew by pretty quickly. You had said goodbye to Hitoshi and Kaminari the next morning as they left packed down with all their luggage. Box after box was emptied and the contents put away until only a few remained. They were clearly marked as either Toshi or Kami's stuff so you made the choice to shove the boxes into the guest room until they returned as not to dig through their stuff. They would be just fine there until the duo returned.

Your phone trilled from it's spot on the counter, the name "Inspector" flashing over the screen. Taking the call you were informed a cold case had crossed his desk and he could use some help tracking down the perpetrator with your "Special skills."

The skills he alluded to was your quirk Ghost. This gave you the basic abilities of an apparition, phasing through walls, items phasing through your body, invisibility... to communicate and interact with the dead.

Draw backs? No distinction between the living and the dead without specifically touching them first. Hence the innate dislike of physical contact or interaction in general. Since you never know wither the person you're speaking with is dead or alive you tend to... not.

This was the reason when you met Mitsuki for the first time you had looked to Hitsohi for quick confirmation that she was in fact a living breathing person that could be seen. Though you were sure no one was playing tricks it was always better to be safe than sorry.

Especially when the biggest drawback was learning what happens when you touch the dead for the first time. More times than not as soon as your fingers connected with any part of the person's body you would be thrown into their last few moments in life, forced to relive their death in a vision so real it was as if you lived it yourself. After a few accidental field trips, the fear of touching anyone slowly crept in. Though it did not happen every time for some reason, but it did happen more often than not.

The main reason you had decided to "hang the cape" of hero work as it were was the final drawback, the sickness. Overusing the quirk, interacting with the dead via touch, manipulation or speech would cause dreaded stomach aches that left you down for hours and sometimes days. Continued exposure led to vomiting, extreme dizziness from the switch between the planes of living and dead.

So at the ripe old age of 20 you decided enough was enough and retired officially from hero work. Though you still retained your license should you need it, freelance work helped pay the bills from time to time as a contractor with the police department for special cases. Paying surprisingly well when you were contracted for mostly simple things, Who killed you? Where did you bury millions? Settling disputes of wills by speaking with the dearly departed.

"No problem Inspector Tsukauchi, I'll be in shortly." Thumbing the end button you slipped the phone into your pocket when once again the shiver ran down your spine. Peering around you found no indication of any sprit even if you had been sensing the presence for days now.

Was it a residual from a spirit no longer on this plane? Did they recently cross over or abandon this haunt?

Retreating to your bedroom to fish the costume case from the back of the closet in order to change quickly and meet the inspector at the station. Now clad head to toe in the simple dark body forming material that allowed you to phase between worlds easily you were ready to greet this new case. You placed the mask around your eyes that concealed your identity for privacy means while grabbing the keys to your modest little car.

Hopefully this case will take your mind off the possible haunting of your new home.

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Well this is the first part of this multipart fic. I was going to make it longer but I feel like this was a lot thrown into the first part. Let me know if you guys don't mind the parts being longer? Next part to come in the next day or two :) Please let me know in the comments what you think so far.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Demon 79

This mini movie / episode was quite nice actually. 

Apparently, Demon 79 was originally supposed to be released on a sister series called Red Mirror which would deal with more supernatural things rather than having it all technology based. According to Brooker they might end up doing more Red Mirror episodes depending on the success of this.

Now there’s several nods to horror classics in this entry with the score of the shining being used as the title comes up. We also have the poster for the entry itself which looks like it’s playing on the one for that film along with it’s latter sequel Doctor Sleep. Made to evoke 70′s horrors this entry also tackles themes like race, politics and the incoming apocalypse. Centred around a woman named Nida Huq I couldn’t help think that this might be a reference to Brookers real life wife Connie Huq who has co-wrote several episode of the show in the past. 

After the title reveal we come across Nida and can hear bright eyes in the background by Art Garfunkel. This was written for the 1978 movie Watership down and the song itself is about a dreamlike state where someone goes on a journey. This is similar to Nida in the entry and they give a lot of focus to her eyes being wide open at several points. 

Now this episode is packed with a number of different easter eggs and ties back to other black mirror episodes from the off and throughout. There’s a shoe brand called Wolfies Footwear which might be building off the back of the last episode Mazey Day. We see the newspaper clipping talking about how a tipley publican named Robert Daly has died. Robert Daly is a name that has appeared in the series before and this was the character that Jesse Plemons played in USS Callister. This is probably director Tobey Haynes giving a bit of a shoutout to himself as he directed not only this but also that episode as well.  The talisman used to summon the demon also seems like a thinner version of the white bear symbol which actually appears later on in the flashes of Michael Smarts future.

The fictional UKN broadcaster from the universe announces his Britannia party and we learn that Smart actually took power from Michael Callow from National Anthem. However the flash here shows that he was kicked out for Racist remarks and a clipping in Loch Henry showed that he’d rebuke this. It then announced he’d start a new party which leads to the Britannia one which has the union jack in the white bear symbol. There’s also a shot of facial recognition at an eye level being taken out. This could indicated that the ADIs from hated in the Nation came from Smart and we see that they’re used on a black man showing that they have a racial angle to them. We also end up seeing one of dogs from Metal Head. A news ticker in Loch Henry confirmed that they were introduced by Smart and they of course caused a lot of issues in the country. 

It’s funny how Dog is thought to be the titular demon of the episode, when I definitively see it as Smart and hell doesn’t even want him dead because of all the evil he could do. Smart represents the control of the weak minded people who are easily swayed by politicians and he almost somewhat hypnotises Nida’s co-worker into voting for him.

Gaap is also a real life demon from the infernal dictionary who has shape shifting abilities and can show people a past. He states that he’s a misophape which is a lower class demon. 

At one point Nida reads the book Creative Visualisation which is about using the power of imagination to create what you want in life. 

Turns out that murderers can’t count as people who are killed due to them already being damned and thus she has to go after smart. 

Nevertheless the book is a major clue and we have the history with her mother adding to it as well. We know from the other entries that Michael Smart survived and benefits from this attack. 

The episode have the similarities to the son of Sam killings which too took place in the 70s. David Berkowitz said that a demon in the form of a dog told him to do it which though he’s admitted was a hoax could be the basis for this episode itself. 

The morality behind it is : Is it ok to kill someone when he’s a bad person or when he will do despicable things in the future. 

Can someone good and innocent do something terrible and bad for the greater good?

The actors playing the principal roles were perfect, especially the one playing the dancer in Bobby M. 

Why 79? 

Also the prime minister Michael Smart is finally in this entire episode from present to future.

Some good quotes: “- So don’t just hope for a better future. Vote for one!”

“- Cast out into a boundless, cosmic void. And doomed to spend eternity in a vaccum of infinite nothingness. Absence of matter, of time, of space, light, and sound. I would endure a profound, palpable, and ever-present lack of existence, alone in perpetuity, forever more.  - Sound like my life.”

“- My whole life, I never wished harm on anyone. I didn’t. - Uh... You couldn’t have summoned me for my trial if you hadn’t. Well, you had to be corruptible, not beyond corruption. You know what? You must have had some dark force inside you when you touched the talisman. There’s no shame in it.”

“- Then I choose Michael Smart. He’s the one. That’s that.  - Honestly, they are not gonna like it.  - But it’s within the rules, so they can lump it.”

“- So, I mean, you could come with. - Into eternal oblivion?  - Oh no, it’s much worse than that. It’s with me.”

[padfootastic]

Sorry I’ve just sent u a super long anon and I am most likely about to send another but this discussion has really intrigued me bc you’re right we don’t talk about Remus in DH/generally in relation to Harry enough. I wanna touch on a point you made comparing him to Sirius (eg that Sirius takes a more active role in Harry’s life after coming back that Remus) bc I think it’s true and very interesting.

I think Remus is unique among the marauders in that he properly lived the period between the first and second wizarding wars. Not that Sirius didn’t suffer ofc but Sirius was in Azkaban - he did not live through wizarding society at all.

Remus sacrifices a lot in the first war (I mean he infiltrated the werewolf pack amongst death eaters that’s kind of insane??) comes back after they’ve won to find his only friends (who he considered to be family) dead or branded traitors. He literally has no one. Not to mention his rights aren’t affected at all - it’s not like their victory means anything for werewolves, and it doesn’t seem like dumbledore bothers with him until POA, decades later. I can imagine he lived a very miserable, very lonely life. On top of that, he’s been told his entire life that society is JUSTIFIED in having this perspective of him: unlike Sirius, who is in jail for something he didn’t do, Remus is outcast for something that he actually is.

Sirius, miserable or traumatised as he may be, is able to hold on to the idea that he can prove his innocence. He has some (small) semblance of hope. Remus on the other hand knows that despite doing everything to be seen as good, his irreversible condition makes him a monster. It’s by no means worse than what Sirius went through (which honestly takes the cake over anything in the books) but it’s different, and I think those differences really impact how they show up in POA and for Harry throughout.

I spoke a lot about Remus’s relationship with him in my last ask so I’ll sum it up in that he carries deep shame and self hatred that contribute to his distance but is also painfully aware of how his presence may impact Harry’s life.

Sirius on the other hand comes back and is actively trying to prove himself - with Harry more than anyone. He does everything he can to be there largely bc he cares but imo also bc he’s trying to outrun the guilt he feels over not being there before (not just for Harry but for James too). Sirius also has a similar upbringing to Harry’s and I think that impacts his decision making a lot, and that’s not a perspective Remus has at all.

Honestly what I find so interesting about the marauders and these two in particular is how they represent fundamentally different injustices in wizarding England. Sirius is falsely convicted but never seen as subhuman (although wizard treatment of criminals is nothing to be desired oof) while Remus is viewed as a monster. Sirius’s journey re Harry is about being free to care for Harry as he was never able to while Remus’s is a more independent journey of breaking down his own walls and allowing others to care for him in a way I doubt he has since Hogwarts.

ooh yeah that’s a good way to put it. remus, arguably, was the only one to live in that period. (even peter was a rat for all of it, which is barely any better) and so, it had to have impacted him negatively, and worse in some ways. because so often, being the one left behind is the worst position to be in.

the infiltration….i don’t think he did it until the second war 🤔 well, tbf, that’s what i thought but we were having this discourse a while ago and some anons chimed in saying that we only know he went in w the packs the second time around, not the first, so…i’m not sure what was going on then. regardless, tho, whatever he was doing, ur right—it is absolutely not easy to wake up one day and find out ur the last of your friends practically overnight. so yeah, he’s…not having a good time.

i don’t think remus’ arc was ever meant to intersect with harry to such a degree as sirius, so in a way it’s a bit unfair to put that on him (when he’s having his own moment) but at the same time, we all know how obsessed i am with harry and sirius so is it any surprise lol

[ourolite]

　　 　 ༅ 𝒳īn'yuè 𝒜n zhōng 𐙚 ˙

♱ sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ mr. àn zhōng, àn zhōng sir, xīn, papa sheen, papa, joey, darling xīn, stink ass, boss, your highness, boss baby, mr. nigga, xīn bezos, papí xīn, that uh cologne guy, macho hombre, faggot (from neso <3), cojones, papa yuè, mr. ah-show, mr. sheeny, blu and maju’s daddy, sexy, sexy xīn, zhōng zhōng, daddy, daddy xīn.

ᰍ overall notables. Walks with his hands half-way in his pockets; it’s a natural habit, really, like being unable to leave the world without a cigarette behind his ear (unless he’s at work, then it’s in the pack). He also walks around with a pistol at all times along with ibuprofen (iykyk… but ur also crazy if you do). Knows a… great deal of self-defense and physical fighting techniques considering his parents’ history; you’ll likely get a glance of that around his girls since he teaches them things. Speaking of them, no one knows about their shape-shifting abilities but very close and very trustworthy people. Even so, he would rather not overwhelm them with unnecessary fame; people are very… strange. HAS DIMPLES! Very evident since he tends to be on the giggly side outside of work especially with his girls, though if you want to see them more, tickle them. Trust me. Although he's a grown ass man, he’s a very sensitive man. ᰍ standard physical facts. has tattoos on his arms and chest, but specially has a tattoo on his hip that is designed as a hand gun, which is shown here. has a designated scent of cologne he made for himself that isn’t on the market, for that is his signature scent (sometimes his boyfriends would smell of it as well, but merely because they get rather physical with him). always have a cigarette on him no matter one, generally behind his ear.

დ modern au notables! in a modern setting, xīn’yuè is the Chief Executive Officer of a intercontinental company called “Àn Zhōng”; you could also infer that it’s a family business hence the title. because of his position, fame, and lack of time, xīn is not the man you could casually encounter at any time, let alone call and expect him to pick up after two rings. he’s your stereotypical workaholic who struggles to make time for his family, let alone for himself; the idea of relaxing is such a discomforting feeling. generally, considering that he encounters more renowned faces, he’s intimidating yet polite, respectful with a sense of superiority, eloquent yet narcissistic-seeming. he’s quite the hell of a CEO in his workspace, but when he’s around others that he trusts, his whole persona fades. although he still wants to possess a sense of control and order, his warmth, comfortability, and genuineness is disclosed much more, especially around his daughters or-… puppies? yeah, anyway… he may be closed off when it comes to emotions, but this the same man that will remember any date, fact, and peeve about you, for his consideration runs deeply.

დ genshin au notables! similar to modern, you guessed it, his sexy lil’ self still owns this said business, but instead it’s inazuma-originated. although you may obviously find his boutiques within other nations, the most authentic fragrances will be supplied in inazuma, as it is the home of this brand and it’s where the headquarters reside in. his personality notables hasn’t changed much, for he’s still this stoic man unless he’s completely fond of you, which prompts him to soften up quite a bit. he often travels much more, however, having more free time in the genshin realm since modern relies on realism whereas genshin is… genshin. he often travels to liyue and sumeru the most; liyue’s aethetics and food is quite lovely, not to mention one of his boyfriends, indigo, live there. as for sumeru, the same reason applies, but instead of indigo, it’s circe who resides deep within the forests somewhere in a cozy cottage. as an adult, it’s natural for him to linger around other ones… adulting. i vividly see him and ayato and kokomi casually hanging around, but i’m also seeing remnants of zhongli for obvious tales.

დ spider-verse au notables! n/a (temporarily).

ᰍ age appearance. twenty-four (24). ᰍ birthday. january 1st. ᰍ nationality, race + ethnicity. (varies depending on au), asian, + chinese & korean. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. male, he/him, bicurious.

ᰍ sun sign. capricorn. ᰍ MBTI. estj-a (the assertive executive).

ᰍ likes. solitaire! (though complex card games are always entertaining for him as a whole). jacobaea maritimas. coffee (but like unnecessarily sweet). cleaning and room refurnishing, it’s an obsession. rose baths w/ installed heater? mh. etymology (for brand inspo). herbalism, naturally. tight fitted shirts. scarfs. eyebrow threading (but uh.. the sanitary version). squid pho! puppies! (a sucker for them..). champagne rosé. traveling or sightseeing! theaters. earthy-based snacks (e.g — sunflower seeds, trail mix, pistachios, etc.). silvery decorative or purposeful plants/flowers (ersatz or purifying plants? sign him up). feeling trusted. casinos. beanies, bro’s always in a damn beanie. HIKING!!! FOOD!!! extremely fucking foodie; loves zolene’s food. puzzles! orange oil. geocaching. soft jazz while being productive. hand creams. facebook & pinterest. circe yuè’il & indigo, but that’s classified. family game shows (wildn’ out, family feud, etc.). hair collection machines or lint rollers. scalp massages, ‘specially when getting his hair washed. aromatherapy, ‘specially diffusers. watching the news. homemade facials/face masks. gift-giving and spoiling his loved ones. POKER. crystals (guilty pleasure… thanks a lot, jihane). camping. idioms or silly puns in general. cruise ships. people watching. hair masks. gua sha. body masks. shirodhara. manicures. loafers. coffee, but like so sweet to the point where it’s a dessert. gun ranges. horror films. art galleries. leather, no matter if he’s wearing it or not. & playing pool. ᰍ dislikes. ironically, judgmental people. having his time wasted on bullshit. cigarette smells (he scrubs the EPIDERMIS layer off his skin tryna get that shit off). not fond of sweets; indifferent to some. impatient individuals relaxing a little too much. when the house is a little too quiet. unsanitary kinks (wish someone would spit in his mf mouth). unnecessary body modifications, especially piercings. scent making (not a tedious process but the incessant smell is migraine inducing). people who can’t and don’t fucking listen, though getting them to listen is entertaining. mud; cold and wet weather. people lacking basic manners. cigarettes, the smell is terrible. obnoxious & idiotic trends. his face being touched. embezzlement. manic or psychotic fans. nosey fans. being late to anything. clubs or raves. specific birds (some are straight up dinosaurs). scammers or desperate salesmen. canopy beds. small spaces. BUGS & RODENTS & REPTILES. spirituality (doesn’t believe in such) or astrology. overly flirty individuals, overly sexual individuals or topics. horseback riding. & new years (like… his whole birthday is forgotten).

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

Good Night ୨୧ “Tired? Well, lay that droopy head of yours down and quickly, or else you’ll start growing those hideous lunates under your eyes. By the way, were you aware that it’s becoming some sort of “look” now? The whole… “tired aesthetic” thing is … Hm? You too are familiar with someone with eye bags? Does this friend of yours also have a smart ass mouth and a pair of cat ears? Hm, a small world…”

About Zolene Irene ୨୧ “Oh, yeah, the little sunset girl. How has she been for the past few weeks? … You’re asking for my opinion on her? For what reason? … Genuine curiosity? Hm… *quickly mumbles* Well, since it’s respectful of me to answer your question first… I think highly of the woman and I believe that her rowdiness would take her… somewhere … *painfully awkward silence* … Completely genuine, completely.”

Sunny Days ୨୧ “What a lovely surprise *sneering, but then relents* … Have the goodness for me, universe. This body cream costs a lung and I made it…”

About Neso ୨୧ “Ah, yes, that genie… A Dao, if I’m correct. Not the best influence, but also not the worst. I’ve personally seen worse *frowns a bit as he thinks of illūnis* … Enough of that.. Neso is a recurring customer, and I was one to never forget a face and the atrocities that that face has created. In short, she’s prohibited from entering a few of my boutiques as well as Circe’s property...”

oc masterlist. extended details. visualizer. character ai.

⑅ neso productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

[martiszcz]

Loki's Armor - 1960s

His first appearance in 1960s – sometimes considered his first appearance period – was in Journey Into Mystery #85 from 1962. His costume changed too. There is no cape, there are no fangs and even his horns aren’t so devilish.

And that was his costume for few years, with some small changes to color scheme – some intentional (going into inclusively gold and green outfit), some more accidental (elements being green or gold; shape of the hood, horns, etc.).

In 1964 tales about younger Thor started appearing in Journey Into Mystery. It also included younger Loki and his suit, usually similar to the suits he was wearing in Thor’s regular adventures from that time.

And then, there’s this monogrammed suit from 1965:

One of those childhood stories included a cape, not seen before on this Loki (and not seen after for a long time). It also showed more Thorish helmet:

In 1965 the main Loki also debuted a new look. Sadly there was not even a panel explaining his new suit.

His later appearances had some major – changing lime green for gold – and minor color changes – green or gold accessories. Sometimes Loki even got a cape, but it wasn’t consistently drawn even within one issue. The biggest change was the helmet shape – it got much smaller.

Of course the change of the main suit meant the change of the younger Loki suit. (I call him younger but at that time visually he looked similar to main-story Loki). The biggest difference comes from differently-colored accessories (my favourite is the purple cape).

This “younger” version got his harness only in the last issue of Journey into Mystery in 1966. It doesn’t really make sense, since for few last issues he’s on a boat, but I choose to believe that he packed the harness and then put it on to look his best while doing a Heroic Deed.

There are also some special version of his armor, like protective lab-coat one:

This suit didn’t last all that long – after coming back from his banishment from timeless limbo in Thor #147 Loki appeared in the previous version of his costume. I guess he took a spare one.

The only changes in this look are caused by forgetting some detail:

The third issue of “Not Brand Echh” from 1967 marks the forst appearance of Loki from another Earth (665), called Hokey - God of Naughtiness. His armor is pretty similar to Loki although the “underwear above clothes” idea is much more visible.

On the other hand, when he appeared just as a background gag they used the classical version of his costume so he would be easily recognized.

[hel-phoenyx]

Senri is the Almighty gf's character, Nicomaque @soupedepates's and Inquisitor @noa-de-cajou's

I don't know how I ended up here. One moment I was happy, calm, planning my next days as much as I could, wanting to ask Thibault out even if I knew I wouldn't be taken seriously again why would he there's no way he wants something with me no way he can still like me after letting my letters unanswered and stopping to write to me altogether and

And the other moment I am sat on a wall far, far away in Tokyo with the man I loathe the most of all that school next to me, smoking the thirtiest cig of the hour.

And here I promised no one would see me in that state since Senri. Pathetic idiot I am.

Nicomaque holds the pack in front of me.

"Want one ?"

I'm on seven months sober, but right now refusing would take me too much energy. I take one, and he lights it with his own. I won't admit that turns me on yet. I'm too dazed to be horny anyway.

I inhale the smoke in silence, and the familiar taste brings some sort of clarity to my blood-soaked brain.

Nicomaque gives me one of his smug smiles. I want to rip it off.

"Still not gonna talk, huh."

"Shut up."

"Ah, thought as much. And now that you can talk, what do we say to the man that distracted Inquisitor away so we could sneak out ?"

"Fuck you."

"Still the vocabulary of a five year-old, I see your brain hasn't quite come into place. You're welcome, van Heel."

Stop smiling. It infuriates me. But at the same time, I didn't think I could feel something.

I hate this brand of cigs. Of course, he picks it because he knows the smell on him is even more damning this way. At least, this time, that stops me from finishing the smoke, and asking for another. I just crush it on the wall next to me, dangerously close of his hand, without looking his way.

I hate feeling vulnerable. I hate showing a hint of weakness. I hate that it's him who saw that.

I don't even remember what triggered the meltdown. I'm not supposed to have meltdowns that violent. Last time was when I saw Senri's scars, so different and similar to mine at the same time, but no one showed me pain or sadness this time, so why did I end up too weak to even tell Nicomaque to go fuck himself, and maybe let me watch because you can't change a man ?

I am so tired.

He puts off his own cig, before jumping off the wall.

"Well, if you're not gonna talk, that means I can bring you anywhere and exploit you without retaliation. You paying me something to drink ?"

"Dream of it, Papoulos."

"Mister millionnaire doesn't want to help the proletariat, shame. I guess I will have to steal your credit card to correct that mistake."

"Aren't you from a well-off family in Greece?"

How do I know that ? Because he brought me there once for a week in summer vacation. I met his family, or more accurately I met his grandmother. Immediatly weirded out, might I add. I'm not well-versed in family dynamic but I know how to recognize overbearing and although involuntary emotional manipulation.

The prime example of emotional incest standing right in front of me, with his shoes untied since this morning. I'm waiting for the moment he trips on them. I wonder who tied them, huh... Oh, I'm an idiot. Augusta. End of May 2019, they are in a relationship since maybe one or two weeks, and he still haven't driven her away. Almost a miracle.

My commentary is only making him laugh. Funny how that is amlost waking me up.

"Yeah, Greece. Economy crisis and all that. i'm sure your bank account has enough to cover the expenses of a poor college student, you posh bourgeois."

"Fine ! I heard you! Let's indulge in your alcohol addiction, asshole, but I'm not paying more than 5000 yen !"

"Good enough. Come here, walking wallet, let's get drunk before getting back to class."

Alright, once can't hurt, I guess. Louna is probably gonna kill me if she learns where I was, and Sharon must be worried sick not seeing me in the school grounds, but I'm too empty to care, and right now only thing worth a fill is the immoral Ethician's smug smile.

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The Chelsea-fication continues!

While at Five Below, I got to see a Zuru Sparkle Girlz Mini and a Zuru Glitzeez Mini in the same context. The Glitzeez gal, who I bought on my last trip, is clearly a Kelly clone, similar in proportions to the old Sparkle Girlz Minis. Now look at the new Sparkle Girlz Mini! She's taller, thinner, and generally proportioned more like Chelsea.

Had their been a non-white gal in stock, I would have considered whether the face-up is cute enough to have one as a sample of the size difference. I'm leaning no, but sometimes the darker gal is prettier.

More tempting (though I still resisted) was a Sparkle Girlz-like entry at about 6 inches tall. Look at that articulation! I see knees and wrists, so I'm assuming elbows, too.

While she has a very Sparkle Girlz face-up, her brand is Brooklyn Lollipop, which is a distributor of various imported goodies. Their web site shows a bunch of "girls' toy" brands, but not Zoe.

Brooklyn Lollipop turns out to be the distributor of Sophie, who's living the standard fashion-doll lifestyle with variants as rock star, princess, dog walker, and baby sitter or teacher.

Sophie has brand extensions! The one I want to see in person is Sophie Sixteen, which has nothing to do with Sophie being sixteen. It's largely Evi Love-style 4.5" dolls living an Evi Love-style life (dog-walking, slumber parties, long drives in the car), plus one 6" girl with a horse.

I was at Five Below (as well as Walmart and Target) because I was looking for Ken fashion packs. Having just one Ken, I immediately want him to be well-dressed. He's currently wearing a flannel shirt from an excellent fashion pack I bought at Cliff's Hardware in the Castro back in 2016.

Current Barbie and Ken fashion packs are mostly trash. The quality makes the mid-2010s Sparkle Girlz fashion packs look like haute couture. Everything is just a loose whatever, with the hems serged. If I could find thin 2-way stretch fabric, I could sew this crap in less time than it takes to neatly open a store-bought package. Plus Ken's job apparently is Beach, as forget long pants! So I will be watching YT tutorials on how to make sweaters out of socks, and reupping my neglected pants-making skills. Ken deserves better than this.

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I See You Han Ye - Official

I've been posting a little irregularly lately because of travel and work, but also because I was obsessively watching Legend of Anle. I finally finished it up! All 39 episodes plus the little bonus snippets at the end. Don't worry, no spoilers here, just figs.

I really love Han Ye as a character. He's excessively noble and good, and I adore him for it. Gong Jun did a beautiful, nuanced job playing him. He's such an internal, controlled character that I think it would be easy to have him come off as flat or two-dimensional. Kudos to Junjun - he's really worked hard on his acting, and it shows.

Gong Jun had a few really powerful scenes that I am not going to mention to avoid spoiling them, but you'll know them when you get there. I'll have to do a post on my thoughts on the show later, after all the eps are freely available.

Anyway! My fig friend (who is primarily a doll collector) was tracking the official Legend of Anle dolls, and gave me a heads up when they were released. (Super cute by the way) I did a quick search to see if any official figs had been released, and sure enough, there was. The same manufacturers that had produced the Word of Honor official figs had produced two figs each of the main characters - Prince Han Ye, Ren Anle, and Luo Mingxi, as well as a prop set. The other figs are cute, but I gotta draw the line somewhere or else my entire house just becomes Figville, Population: Too Many.

So, I just bought both of Han Ye, plus of course the prop set. I do love my props! They happened to land in warehouse the same time I was sending out an air package, so they arrived speedily on my doorstep in about 10 days. Here they are:

I don't have enough picture slots to do both at once, so today I'll post about the bottom two sets - the seated Han Ye and his props, and next I'll do the one with the veil.

You know I don't like to compare figs to each other, because each fig set is delightful in its own way, and in the case of the fan-produced ones, made with a tremendous amount of love and care.

However, since these were commercially mass produced, I feel fine saying that while these figs are cute, they are not as cute as the fan-produced ones. I've clearly been totally spoiled by my fig makers, in the best of ways.

BUT...you will be the judge!

The inspiration for this fig appears to be this scene:

He's in his study (surrounded by his props!), his hair is up in this guan we see in the picture, the outfit looks very similar to this, and he's holding a fan.

Like all PVC figs, this arrived in a sealed foil pack.

As you saw, he arrived with his chair separately.

Just like the Word of Honor official figs, this set also had the Tofu / Koitake brand names on the soles of the boots. Just like those figures, these also had the pants with the boots hidden under the fig - always a nice touch.

The fig sits very well on the chair. No issues at all with him sliding out or wrongly positioned or anything at all. I don't need to stick or glue him down, and I don't need to put him on a fig stand.

You know I love that they included his ring! I want replicas of all his rings on this show.

Like most figs in chairs, he doesn't sit fully all the way back in the chair. I think the proportions for the legs would be too long if they did.

As I mentioned before, the chair is well done. It's sturdy because it's so wide, and because he's leaning on one of the arm rests rather than standing straight up without further support.

You can see the pose really well from behind here - I like it! This scene was so cute in the show.

That is one big topknot! He looks good with his hair pulled back in his standard court look, but of course I love Han Ye's half-down hair the most.

He has a very cute little side profile with the little tiny nose!

They have his beauty mark under his eye here.

And we're back around. You can see a bit of the detail with the fastenings on his yuanlingpao, but otherwise his outfit is extremely plain. Which is a pity given how gorgeous all his costumes were for this show. I've noticed Tofu / Koitake doesn't tend to put much printing or patterns on the costumes themselves - it's generally just color based.

Even his guan doesn't have a ton of detail.

Alright! That's the full pic set of the fig itself.

The prop pack came individually bundled, with a box card. That made me laugh … I've never gotten a box card for a prop pack before! Sometimes I don't even get box cards for figs!

You can see here that there's a cutout in the desk for the fig's legs.

It's a cute set! I'd love more props for figs in general.

I did very briefly consider buying two sets of the props so I had an extra for one of my other Hanye figs, but in the end decided against it.

And here he is with the full set! Very cute.

Here's a top down version too so you can see him hard at work.

This fig looks quite a bit different than most figs that I have. To illustrate, here's a comparison:

I thought, oh, alright, his face is pretty wide. But then I compared it to a wider faced fig:

I'm just not sure. Maybe it's because of the molded nose and mouth. Also, I guess I keep comparing him to A-Xu, which doesn't make a whole ton of sense! I think I just automatically pair him up in pictures.

Here we have the box card and box for Han Ye, and here's the same for the props:

And just like that, I've hit my 30-picture limit per post. Come back tomorrow to see veiled Han Ye!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 459

Scene Count: 31

Rating: A hard working Prince

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

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December 28, 2018 (end-of-year recap):

(Tommy is shown looking through photos from throughout the year, while Tara is sitting down, frustrated and tired)

Tommy: I'm sure there's gotta something good in this collection.

Tara: Pretty sure there isn't. I can barely recall anything good that happened to Fridays this year. Just a bunch of trends and nonsense that did nothing but make me feel old.

Tommy: Aha, here's something cool!

Tara: Huh?

Tommy: Right here! *shows Tara a photo from the May 18, 2018 show* This is from when we went to the Tellus Museum in Cartersville! I remember you enjoyed the planetarium show quite a lot.

Tara: Oh yeah, that was kinda cool. And you enjoyed... well, pretty much everything.

Tommy: I'm a simple man: if it's a museum, I'm gonna enjoy everything.

Tara: Yeah, even the... dinosaur poop.

Tommy: Okay, that I enjoyed less. *finds a photo from January 19, 2018* Oh, and here's the one where you geeked all about winter.

Tara: Eh, I wouldn't say "geeked". I just like to be wild about winter, that's all.

Tommy: I dunno, you definitely seemed like you were geeking about it... *turns to camera* While I'm looking through these, you guys watch this brand new episode of Mixels.

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The very last Fridays show of 2018, everyone.

This show was rather quiet: no audience, boxes are everywhere as the crew is packing up the Christmas decorations, many of the lights are off, etc.

For the show itself, it involves Tommy and Tara looking back on Fridays in 2018, with both hosts being exhausted from the many issues the block faced (nearly being cancelled twice, creative burnout, attempted assault against the Powerpuff Girls, attempted usage of a racial slur).

Tara believes that there wasn't anything good about Fridays that year, while Tommy is more optimistic. Therefore, he's the one who tries to look through photos to remind her of the good moments from the past year.

On a similar note, after Trendy Troy was fired, we were told to never mention him again (at least not directly or by name). While there were a few mentions of memes being present on Fridays during 2018, he himself was never brought up during this show.

Schedule-wise, it was somewhat similar to the last show of 2017 (more on that tomorrow), with most of the xx:15 and xx:45 segments consisting of the best episodes of each show on the block from 2018.

There were no specials, as it was otherwise a normal lineup...

(as usual, repeats will be listed in italics)

7:00 PM - Stick Friends (NEW)

7:30 PM - Ed, Edd n Eddy Future (NEW)

8:00 PM - The Twisted World of Mixels (NEW)

8:30 PM - PBS Kids GO! (NEW)

9:00 PM - Ed, Edd n Eddy (NEW)

9:30 PM - Ed, Edd n Eddy Future

10:00 PM - Wii Sports Resort (NEW)

10:30 PM - Stick Friends

11:00 PM - Ed, Edd n Eddy

11:30 PM - PBS Kids GO!

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Horse anon, with more ideas. This time for plot.

The Arbiter could be a role given to the leader of the collective herd, that eventually becomes a mark of shame for horses that are still useful, but also a liability. Riden by equally shamed riders.

Thel still accepts this role, getting branded the same way, except on his flank instead of his chest.

The plot plays out almost the exact same, but it also is kinda like the movie Spirit. With the horses trying to make it back to the wilds of Sanghelios, worrying not for gods or anything. Going back to not needing riders, or caretakers, with a poetic goodbye to their human companions they made in the end.

There would probably be more Kig-Yar, Jiralhanae, and Unggoy allies to humanity in this AU, since they would be the riders, and the horses don't have their own faction. That would add a bit more dynamic to the rest of the series. (Are any of their family members still loyal to the covenant? Any of them loyal to the banished? Do they still hate humans?)

The flood would probably call the Arbiter a  Caisson horse instead of a pallbearer, since a caisson is a cart used to carry bodies in the military.

There would also probably be a lot of scenes showing "good" and "bad" brutes handling the horses. Like Tartarus cracking whips, acting like he's going to hit the horses, or just scaring his own steed in submission till it swallows its honor and accepts being riden. While the "good" brutes treat their horses more decently, calling them stupid or getting mildly annoyed when they have minds of their own.

The great schism could be caused by the horses, instead of the Prophets decreeing a civil war. The horses that find out that the great journey is a lie drag their riders to the proof, and whine, whinny, and beg for their riders to listen. Leading to infighting, many people dying, and an eventual truce between a large portion of the covenant. The horses still loyal to the covenant would be put down like the animals they technically are, this mass extermination being because the Prophets fear these horses are just getting too old, they're scaring people, and bringing them too close to the truth. They don't understand how intelligent these being are, unlike the more skilled riders. They see them as animals that can handle plasma fire without bolting and that's it. They don't care about the horses, or how close the riders are to them. (Which just makes the schism worse, because like HELL are some of these brutes going to kill an animal they treated like a pack member. Sure, it's a dumb prey animal that's too sassy for its own good, but it's THEIR dumb prey animal that's too sassy for its own good!)

To some members of the covenant, the horses aren't these arrogant livestock, they're family. If it means giving up paradise, they're siding on the side that respects their pets.

What could solidify the truce could be "The Demon" giving the Arbiter an apple in front of a heard. Or sugar cubes. Or maybe Sargeant Johnson could do it. Either way, seeing their enemy being gentler with their horses than the Prophets ever were would DEFINITELY lower tension a bit more than in the original halo.

Arbiter a mark of shame after a rather disruptive dispute between the 'Prophets' and Sanghelios horses, where maybe one particular Arbiter [Fal'Chavamee] killed a Prophet or kicked him in the head attempting to protect his herd. * Arbiter Ripa Moramee, ruthless sangheli-horse with a nature similar to Jega, but larger and commanding other Sangheli-horses around him to go forth into battle despite the cost of their lives. Including their Riders. Marking Ripa as a notorious beast that one Prophet of Mercy seems to take an interest in and attempts to tame him, ending both their lives due to such a cost in war. * Arbiter Thel [present good boi] I like the idea of him being ridden by Master chief at some point and galloping into battle. Killing any who stand in their way and taking out sweet revenge.

Halo 3 might even have Thel shown with a Herd leading from halo 2's assault and fall of the Prophets and Chief is like " Hey we worked as a good team, here's a sugar cube. Now lets go to battle" Yeah I can imagine this one a lot

Halo 5 Thel would be a heavily armored Sangheli-horse and considered like the strongest lead stallion amongst all other herds. So much so no other Stallion would be game enough to raise a hoof. He wouldn't be a mere beast to be tamed but rather looked up to for guidance and only able to be ridden by the most valiant of other tribes, pretty much only Chief.

I really like these ideas :D plus Thel would be such a good boi <3