#It's not like these things are contagious or that I can force my body to have these issues.

[it-is-i-zim]

Fellas? We ain't okay over here.

[hyunebunx]

˖˙ ᰋ ── pies and cuddles can fix anyone

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: happy lix day!! this is a reupload but rewritten so it's better. enjoy <3

There was nothing Felix loved more in the world than moments like these. Sure, traveling was nice, getting to see sights he’s only ever dreamed of but his favorite destination would always be here with you, in your cozy little apartment he knew like the back of his hand. Home, his favorite place to come back to would always be home to you. Back to being surrounded by your specific smell that he couldn’t fall asleep without and your comforting touch, he longed for 24/7 – nothing could ever come close to that for him. Especially when you were both engaged in his favorite hobby and dressed in matching pajamas.

“Felix, come here.”

Your sweet voice had him complying instantly, abandoning the hot chocolate to be by your side in a heartbeat. Turning to face him with the biggest smile, Felix felt himself falling in love all over again as you brought the wooden spoon to his lips while stepping closer.

“Taste this and tell me if it needs anything else. And be honest!”

With a nod, he opened his mouth to do as told, eyes closing briefly to savor the taste. Apples, caramelized apples for your pie to be exact. Nothing could feel more like autumn than that.

He had a child-like smile on his freckled face once he opened his eyes again, visibly pleased, “I think it’s delicious as always, Y/n. It doesn’t need anything else.”

The way your eyes lit up at his praise had him chuckling, your happiness contagious. That’s why he couldn’t contain himself as he moved to engulf your form in a warm hug from behind, squeezing tightly while his chin rested on your shoulder.

“Okay, thanks.” You nodded, one of your hands moving to intertwine your fingers on your stomach where his rested, “To the oven it goes then.”

But you didn’t make any attempt to move – on the contrary, you leaned back to melt into his warm embrace as he started to pepper innocent kisses all over your cheek and neck. That continued for a minute more before Felix swiftly turned your body around to face him, successfully caging you between the counter and himself.

Leaning in, he rubbed his nose against yours affectionately, “You know, the pie won’t bake by itself, my love.”

“Just five more minutes.” Your voice came out whispered as you stood there, basking in the love your boyfriend was currently showering you with. A deep laugh escaped him at your response, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks and forehead before pulling away slightly.

“You only say that when I dare wake you up without giving you cuddles first. We’re baking right now, Y/n.”

You nodded again and moved to wrap your arms around his middle, resting your head against his chest right where his heart was, “Yes so don’t wake me up. I don’t want you to disappear.”

His eyes softened at the double meaning behind your words, a pang of guilt suddenly hitting him in full force. No matter how far away he was, Felix was never going to leave nor forget you, not when his heart always brought him back to the only place that felt like home. The red string of fate that connected you could never allow that.

“This isn’t a dream, baby,” he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, words murmured against your hair, “I’m right here and I'll always be.”

You were well aware of that but some reassurance never hurt anybody.

“I know. I’m just afraid of you disappearing because you’re way too good to be true. Like an angel without its wings, trapped on this planet to make things more bearable.”

Felix laughed, the sound causing you to do so as well as he buried his face in your hair to hide his embarrassment. Flustering your boyfriend was always so fulfilling. Making an angel laugh must count for something, right? There must a gauge that once filled will grant you eternal happiness.

Not like you were too interested, you already had that with Felix by your side.

“Shut up.” He murmured against your neck, the gesture causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin. “Put the pie in the oven and let’s go cuddle already. Even the hot chocolate is cold by now.”

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ on the phone with yuuji𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 29: *y/n attached one photo*!!!

✯⁠ yuuji itadori x reader

✯⁠ warnings: phone sex, sending pictures, masturbation, fingering

He didn't mean to look, he tells himself over and over. Yuuji was over at your house earlier today, and he accidentally saw some questionable photos in your camera roll. He never thought you were the type to take these kinds of pictures, but he has to admit, you were so pretty.

Your body was clad in dark green lingerie as you posed for the camera. One photo stuck to him more than others, a photo of you on your bed with open legs in the air. Although he couldn't see your face, he had a good view of your panty-clad pussy and boobs.

Maybe you were forced to take these pictures, he thinks to himself, deciding to talk with you about it. He feels nervous as he grabs the phone to text you.

me : hi y/n, we need to talk

Great start, he thinks. Now he sounds like a best friend trying to confess his feelings. But in reality, it's exactly what he is. It doesn't take long before his phone dings.

y/n 🐱: hiiii yuujiiii, what's the matter?"

of course, you would use multiple i's in hi. It makes his heart melt. He wonders what exactly he should type.

me: i saw some pictures on your phone. are you okay?

Your heart jumps. The photos you took were for your crush, but he didn't enjoy them as much. You feel embarrassed that your best friend saw them. But in the end, it's not a big deal.

me: do you like them yuuji? <3

You like teasing boys. They always get so flustered and cute. It takes Yuuji several minutes to answer.

yuuji-boo: yes

me: call me

"Hello." your pretty face comes on the phone screen, making him blush deeply. You're in that same green lingerie from before as you batt your eyelashes to the camera. Yuuji feels like he's about to faint, his cock slowly getting hard.

"You don't have to feel bad about seeing these pictures." you smile at him. Your smile is contagious, and he can't help but return the smile.

"Y-you look pretty." he stutters over his words, he can't even look you in the eyes. Yuuji has always been the sweetest boy you have ever met, and maybe a little part of you enjoys that he's seen you naked.

"Do you wanna see more?" you tease him, putting on that cute pout you do. He feels his heart skip a beat. Of course, he wants to see those pictures, but why are you so willing to show him?

"Why?" he squeaks, making you laugh. He really is the cutest.

"Because I like you," you whisper, giggling as you do so. It's now or never, yuuji thinks. He's pretty sure you're not joking with him, and if he has the chance to see you naked, he's gonna take it.

"Okay. I wanna see more."

"Touch yourself for me, I'm gonna do the same." you roll on your back, angling your phone so that he can see most of your body. Your hand travels down your panties before you tease your clit. His only desire right now is for you to take them off. he wants to see that pretty pussy.

You might as well read his thoughts because you take them off in the next second. Now, the only thing hidden from his eyes is your boobs. His mouth salivates at the thought of sucking on them.

Taken back by your body, he doesn't realize he's been stroking himself over his pants. He shoves his hand down his underwear, gripping his cock. Yuuji is not sure if he should give you a show too, but he sets his phone on the bed when he sees you looking him straight in the eyes, your tongue lolled out.

"Oh my god." he moans, stroking himself harder. The faces you are making are a sight for his sore eyes, and not talking about the noises.

He swears he dies when you pull your bra down and let your boobs be free. They are better than he imagined. He's a certified ass guy, but those things might change his mind.

You tease your opening before letting two of your fingers slide inside of your pussy. Suddenly the room fills with your juices squeaking, almost telling him to bury his face in between. He wants to taste you so bad.

Yuuji feels close. It's been a few minutes since the call started, and he's already on the edge of cumming. It's truly embarrassing.

"Let's cum together," you say, adding another finger to the two. Tears start gathering in Yuuji's eyes as he tries to stop his orgasm. You can see that he's close, but you like teasing him too much to let him know.

"Are you close?" he asks you, and you giggle. Oh, that poor boy. Your palm bumps perfectly on your clit while your fingers hit your g spot. You know it won't be long before you cum too.

"You can cum if you want to." thank you, thank you so much, he thinks. A moan drills out of his mouth as he cums all over his hand. Some of staining the sheets.

Yuuji's moans are what tip you over the edge, and you cum on your fingers. His eyes go wide when you pull out your fingers, and they are all covered in your juices.

"I hope this won't affect our friendship," you tell him after both of you calm down. yuuji smiles at you. he really enjoyed this.

"No, it won't. But I want you to send me more pictures."

That won't be a problem.

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[fishii-writes]

physical touch - osamu dazai

flufftober 2024 - week 1 | flufftober masterlist

paring: dazai x gn!reader

cw: not proofread, very short, dazai is lovesick, dazai is also sick, reader is a lil mean but all in good heart, just taking care of a (love)sick man <3

a/n: one of my shortest fics!! and i'm very happy with it :3 hope you enjoy, i finished the chuuya fic and this fic in the same day what 😭 this was scheduled to be posted the next day so no double posting </3

word count: 360

“come baackkkk!!” dazai’s voice strains as he whines for you, his beloved partner, to come back to bed. that is, if you were there with him before that. as much as you wish you were in his arms, he’s sick. and it’s contagious, but you’re taking care of him since you know the idiot would continue to neglect his health.

“no, dear. you’re sick. if we both get sick, who will take care of you?” you respond in a somewhat tired tone, a sign starting and ending your statements. dazai merely whines out again.

“but what if we were sick togetherrrr? wouldn’t that be so romantic?” he giggles to himself like a lovesick teenager, even though he’s anything but. well, maybe he’s a lovesick individual, but still.

you sigh for what’s probably the hundredth time today. in the past hour, even. you sit down beside him on the bed, one hand holding a tray with some things on it, and the other resting on his head.

“you’re really something, y’know? and no, it wouldn’t be romantic to be sick together. stupid.” your fingers tangle within his messy hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp in hopes to ease the pressure on his head from his sickness. you can hear him hum in contentment, a soft smile on his lips. it’s a refreshing sight, compared to his usual cocky smirk. nevertheless, he just wants to be loved.

and you can respect that. you do respect that.

you shuffle closer, letting him rest his head on your lap. you keep massaging his scalp, until his body doesn’t look or feel as stiff. you lean down enough to catch a glimpse of his face for a moment, expecting to see him looking right back at you. but for what seems like the first time in the past week he’s been ill, he’s asleep. his lashes rest again his cheeks, not strained nor forced. it looks natural, he looks carefree for once. that’s a change you’re more than glad to see.

“sleep well, love.” you press a soft his to his forehead, continuing to massage his scalp with what he calls, your “magical touch”.

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[xxspringmelodyxx]

Satoru sat nervously at a corner table in the quaint café, fiddling with his coffee cup as he stole glances at the girl across from him. She was animatedly discussing her favorite book, her eyes sparkling with passion. Satoru found himself captivated by her enthusiasm, her words weaving a tapestry of imagination and wonder.

Yet, amidst her lively chatter, Satoru couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of your absence. Your memory lingered like a ghost in the air, casting a shadow over his newfound happiness. He tried to push aside the guilt that gnawed at him, but it clung to him like a stubborn shadow.

Certain things the girl did, her mannerisms, her laughter, it all reminded him of you. His mind began to drift back to memories of you – your laughter echoing in the corners of his mind, the soft touch of your hand, the warmth of your embrace, your gentle kisses, all of it. He could still hear the sound of your voice, gentle and soothing, like a melody that once filled his days with joy.

The girl’s laughter interrupted his reverie, drawing him back to the present. She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned forward, her enthusiasm contagious. “Isn’t it amazing?” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. “The way words can transport you to another world?”

Satoru nodded, offering a faint smile in return. “Yeah, it’s… it’s incredible,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to immerse himself in her enthusiasm, to lose himself in the magic of her words. But a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that he was betraying you, that he was moving on too soon.

The girl tilted her head, her gaze softening as she studied him. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice gentle and concerned. “You seem… distant.”

Satoru forced a smile, trying to push aside the turmoil churning inside him. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice barely concealing the tremor of uncertainty. “Just… lost in thought, I guess.”

Suddenly, after he spoke those six words, it was as if everything went still, like time stopped completely. Satoru didn’t seem to notice, his eyes still locked on his coffee cup. That was until he heard a voice he never thought he would hear again.

”Hello, my love~” You said, your voice echoing throughout the room.

Satoru’s gaze swiftly shifted, and there, across from him, he beheld your apparition seated beside the girl. Your eyes, brimming with love and understanding, met his, casting a spectral presence amidst the ordinary ambiance of the café. You appeared like an angel descended from above, adorned with a radiant glow enveloping your form, your hair and eyes as resplendent as he remembered. Truly, you were ethereal in every sense.

Your presence was unmistakable, your soul reaching out to him across the void to deliver a message of love and acceptance.

Satoru's breath caught in his throat as he looked into your eyes, not sure how this was happening. But all he knew was that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, your presence a bittersweet reminder of the love he had lost and the pain that still lingered within him.

He reached out a trembling hand, wanting to touch you, to feel the warmth of your presence one last time. Tears welled in Satoru’s eyes as he whispered your name, a prayer on his lips. “Y/n…”

You smiled up at him, holding your hand out for him to grab. His fingers quickly laced with yours, a warm and comforting feeling running all through his body as he felt your touch once more.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, my sweet Toru~” You spoke softly, caressing his face from across the table.

Tears were overflowing his face, his heart breaking every second that passed as he felt you.

”Wh-what are you doing here? H-How are you even here?” He questioned, but you just bring his hand up to your lips, giving him a quick peck.

”Do not worry about that, my love. There are other important matters I want to talk to you about before I take my leave.” You finished, caressing your thumb over the back of his hand.

”Leave? No, please, don’t leave me again, Y/n. I…I can’t live without you. I miss you so much.” He begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly at him, a soft chuckle emitting from your lips. ”I will never leave you, Toru,” you replied, your smile never faltering. “I’ll always be with you, in your heart and in your memories. And wherever you go, whatever you do, I’ll be watching over you, guiding you along the way.”

Your presence lingered, even as Satoru’s attention turned back to the girl sitting across from him. He couldn’t help but notice how her eyes sparkled with genuine warmth and kindness, how her laughter filled the air with joy. And yet, despite her charms, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she paled in comparison to you.

As he looked back at you, your hands still intertwined, he felt a pang of guilt wash over him. How could he move on with someone else when his heart still belonged to you?

“She seems nice,” you spoke, your voice soft and gentle.

Satoru nodded, his throat tightening with emotion. “She is, but she’s nothing like you, Y/n. I…I think I need to cut ties with her before it’s too late. I can’t imagine going out with someone else who isn’t you,” he admitted, tears still falling down his face.

You smiled again, your touch like a soothing balm on his wounded heart. Gently, you leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss against his tear-stained cheek.

“Toru,” you whispered, your voice filled with love and understanding. “It’s okay to let go. It’s okay to find happiness again, even if it’s in someone else’s arms. I want you to be happy, more than anything in this world. I mean, It’s been five years since I’ve passed…it’s time for you to embrace the life that awaits you. You deserve to be happy, to find love and joy once more.”

Satoru shook his head, unable to accept the truth of your words. “But how can I move on without you? You were everything to me, Y/n. Without you, I’m lost.”

Your smile softened, a gentle reassurance in your eyes. “You were and still are my everything too, Toru. But love is not confined to the boundaries of this world. It transcends time and space, connecting us in ways that defy understanding.”

As your words sank in, Satoru felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to honor your memory while still embracing the future that lay ahead.

“But what if I forget you?” he whispered, his voice tinged with fear.

You shook your head, giggling a bit, your hand tightening around his. “You could never forget me, Toru. I will always be a part of you, woven into the fabric of your being. And no matter where life takes you, my love will always be there to guide you.”

Satoru’s heart ached at your words, torn between his longing for you and his desire to move forward. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw nothing but love and acceptance, a silent blessing for the path he had yet to tread.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way, my love. But I cannot change what has happened. What I can do is help you find your peace. And help you realize that no matter what, I will be waiting for you on the other side with open arms when its your time. But for now,” You began, slowly fading away, your form dissolving into the stillness that surrounded them. You grabbed his face and looked deep into his eyes, going in for one last kiss.

“It’s time to move on and be happy again~”

Satoru watched you go, his heart heavy with sorrow yet buoyed by a newfound sense of peace.

”I love you, Y/n~” He whispered as he felt your hand disappear.

”I love you, my Toru. Forever and always~” You finished as you finally disappeared into thin air.

After your ethereal presence faded away, leaving Satoru with a bittersweet ache in his heart, the world around him slowly began to stir back to life. Time resumed its steady march forward, the hustle and bustle of the café gradually filling the air once more.

Satoru blinked, his gaze drifting from the empty space where you had been sitting to the girl across from him. She watched him with concern, her eyes reflecting the warmth and compassion that had drawn him to her in the first place.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft with genuine concern.

Satoru nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he replied, his voice steady. "Yeah, I think I am."

And with those words, he reached out to her, his hand finding hers in the space between them.

As they talked, the café buzzed with life around them, the clink of cups and the murmur of conversation blending into a comforting backdrop. And in that moment, Satoru realized that he wasn’t just sharing a cup of coffee with a girl – he was opening his heart to the possibility of a new beginning.

And as they sat there, hands entwined, Satoru realized that he wasn't just letting go of his grief – he was embracing the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness, guided by the memory of the one he had lost but never forgotten.

He looked out the window, seeing your figure once more with a bright smile on your face as you saw him learning to move on.

“Until we meet again, my love~” You whispered, disappearing back to the afterlife.

_____________________

Currently crying and throwing up after writing this T.T

[honeygrahambitch]

"Since laryngitis is not contagious I told Will he should definitely come to work today. Especially now that the Ripper dropped a body. He doesn't need to talk much. He can do his thing and then write a report on it." Jack explained to Hannibal as they arrived at the crime scene. "No one gets hurt and we get even closer to catching the Ripper."

"It's quite cold today." Hannibal commented as a tiny snow flake landed on his palm. "Will agreed I suppose?"

"He did, yes. But we have only been texting so I am not sure what state he actually is in."

Will was already there, next to Beverly, looking around the crime scene, examining something in particular. He was so focused that he didn't even hear Hannibal and Jack.

"Will." Hannibal greeted him. To that Will and Beverly turned to them.

"Will can't speak. Like, at all. I am doing the talking for him today." Beverly explained. Will rolled his eyes helplessly. "He is not thrilled about it but I can do a pretty good job."

"He definitely should not force himself." Hannibal agreed, frowning in concern. If Will was not making any effort to talk then it definitely meant his voice was gone. His usual strategy of ignoring any symptoms he would have did not work in this case.

Jack sighed loudly, probably understanding that Will should have indeed stayed home to rest instead of standing outside in negative temperatures.

"He wants to say that your coat looks majestic, Dr. Lecter." Beverly commented. "Jack, I'm not allowed to say what Will thinks about you at this very moment. I really want to keep my job."

Will didn't protest to any of the things Beverly said and pulled out a little bottle of pills. Hannibal was wondering if Will knew that aspirin won't help that much with getting back his voice. Was his throat sore as well? Probably. Will wouldn't complain about stuff like that even when his voice was perfectly fine.

Hannibal wished he would know that kind of things.

He wished Will would allow him to care for him.

That is why as soon as they were done with the crime scene, he asked Will to get into his car instead of Beverly's. He wanted to open his mouth to protest but the stern look on Hannibal's stern expression made him abandon his attempt to force his larynx.

As soon as they arrived at Hannibal's place, he started making some tea in a navy blue kettle.

"Ginger and chamomile tea does wonders for a sore throat." He explained as Will followed him with his eyes around the kitchen.

Will felt partially powerless and partially grateful. He could admit to himself that other than popping pills, he usually did nothing about feeling sick. He mostly took medication to function at work, he wouldn't need those at home.

"Thank you." He whispered.

Hannibal felt something warm inside himself at hearing his voice for the first time that day.

"You should have told- well, wrote Jack that you are too sick to work, Will. Just so you know, I'm not expecting you for our therapy session tomorrow." Hannibal said as he moved the cattle away from the electric stove.

"No, I can do it." Will whispered a bit louder and coughed immediately after.

"Therapy implies having conversations. And by canceling your appointment I don't mean that I don't want to see you tomorrow. You should definitely come here for dinner." Hannibal went on while pouring tea in two cups. "Sitting with you in silence is not something that I dread."

Will smiled at that. When it came to the two of them, silence was indeed not an obstacle. There was always something to project and something to observe.

Hannibal added a generous spoon of honey in Will's cup and none in his own.

Will opened his mouth to say something more but he coughed again. Hannibal passed him a note book and a pen.

"We can pass notes."

"How romantic" Will wrote to that, earning a genuine smile from Hannibal. Then he kept on writing and then handed the notebook back Hannibal.

"Since I can't talk and you insist on having me around I can finally do what you've been asking me for ages."

"And what have I been asking you for ages?" Hannibal asked curiously as he gave Will the notebook.

"You can draw me in your sketchbook and I promise not to move or make any comment about how boring it is." He wrote back and raised his eyebrows, watching Hannibal's expression as he was reading his words.

"Are you sure?" Hannibal asked trying to conceal his excitement behind a satisfied expression. He was already picturing each pencil or charcoal he could use.

Will nodded.

[lixie-phoria]

[10.0 americano fiasco] BETTER THAN REVENGE !

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you would have thought that the campus walk ways would be empty considering the match that was about to start in less than fifteen minutes, everyone eager to get a good seat, but it's surprisingly crowded as you and hyunjin walk down the old, cobbled path.

"-and then changbin fell down smack on his ass. funniest thing that's ever happened during practice," hyunjin finishes his story, throwing his head back to laugh. "i wish we got that on camera."

the wind is cold, kissing your skin as it pushes back your hair, and you're slightly concerned at your friend's insistence to drink his iced americano despite the weather.

"you will never let him live it down, will you?"

"of course not!"

hyunjin's excitement is contagious, because you find yourself laughing along as he skips ahead, forcing you to take bigger steps too.

"sometimes i feel bad for him. but then i remember how he keeps stealing my protein powder!"

right. of course. every few days you are reminded your best friend is only a man whose brain is hard wired into thinking about two things - the gym and girls. specifically in that order.

"and-" here hyunjin stumbles over a crack on the ground, squealing a bit.

"careful or you're going to be the one falling on your ass."

he rolls his eyes playfully at your poke, correcting himself and removing the skip from his step before falling into line with you.

"anyways so-"

"hyunjin!"

you halt, turning back to see jeongin jogging down the path towards the pair of you.

"chan hyung said you should come back for some final strategy discussions!"

you hear your best friend groan beside you.

"we've discussed our plan a million times before!" he all but whines, stomping his leg like a toddler. "why does he want to go over it again?"

"not our choice, is it? the coach said we have to."

you pat hyunjin's arm as he slouches in defeat.

"it's fine hyune. i should probably go get a seat too or all the good ones will be taken."

"sure," he mumbles, spinning on one foot to sharply turn towards you. "bye-"

you see it happen in slow motion - hyunjin's mouth opening to finish his sentence when a large body collides into him from the back, sending the boy stumbling into you.

but you feel it before you see it - ice cold americano splashing all across the front of your white top, soaking the fabric and diffusing through it in a few seconds.

"sorry!"

you faintly hear a foreign voice apologize, their figure walking ahead without stopping to clearly notice the damage they had just caused.

"holy shit," jeongin whispers, wide eyes looking between you and hyunjin, who is also frozen in his spot, hand slapped across his mouth.

"that bitch."

the culprit is long gone, melting into the sea of people ahead, and you're still too scared to look down and see exactly how much of the drink had landed on you. but you can see hyunjin's now empty cup that had been filled nearly to the brim only a few seconds ago.

"yn-" hyunjin's voice is only a whisper, and from the horror painting his face you would have thought he had seen a ghost. "shit, i'm so sorry-"

"no time for that," jeongin interrupts, recovering first, and you turn to look at him. "hyunjin did you carry an extra t-shirt or sweatshirt with you?"

the boy shakes his head.

"just your luck," jeongin mutters as he shakes his head. "i have my spare jersey from last year. yn you can borrow that."

it's like a switch goes off in hyunjin's head as he stands straight, his horror slowly morphing into annoyance.

"that won't be necessary-"

"do you want her to freeze to death?"

"well obviously not-"

"then there's no time to waste."

"why can't we ask chan hyung or someone for their jersey? maybe-"

"i have my bag with me right now. do you want to go back to the lockers and explain to hyung what you were doing drinking an ice cold americano ten minutes before a match?"

hyunjin's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, searching for something to say before he slumps in defeat.

"yn are you fine with this?"

you shrug. you really didn't have a choice.

you didn't want to agree seeing the miserable look on your best friend's face, but the drink was really starting to soak through the cloth and the cold it brought was not welcomed by your bones. you could feel the goose bumps lining your skin.

and so you find yourself accepting the jersey from jeongin, trying to reassure hyunjin it wasn't his fault. but the boy wouldn't even meet your eyes.

"thanks jeongin."

he flashes you a reassuring smile before pulling hyunjin and the two are on their way, leaving you to walk to the washrooms alone.

and it isn't until you're in one of the stalls that you really realize it's jeongin's jersey, and it has his name printed on it in big bold letters.

oh.

it's jeongin's jersey, and it smells like him - the same pepper and vanilla mix you had caught on to the at the party.

it's jeongin's jersey, and it falls around you perfectly, but it's nowhere near as nice as it would look on him - highlighting all those muscles you had felt that night.

it's jeongin's jersey, and you're wearing it at his game, something you once used to do for yeonjun.

it's jeongin's jersey, and-

shut up!

you have to physically slap yourself, shaking your head as the sting spreads across your skin.

something was wrong with you. this wasn't that big of a deal. he was just helping you out. he probably doesn't even care.

yeah. he doesn't even care. that's right. it's okay, you shouldn't be flustered about it either, you think, shoving your own top into your bag and marching out determinedly. you were not going to let yang jeongin and his nice smelling jersey cloud your thoughts.

you were here for hyunjin today. he would have your full attention. you were going to support him and then go for lunch without thinking about-

"for fucks sake watch where you're going!"

you yelp in surprise as you face plant into a hard body, stumbling back in shock. it really wasn't a good day for you.

"i'm so sorr-"

"yn?"

you freeze.

no way.

"what are you doing here?"

no fucking way.

"...yeonjun?"

he's right there. in front of you. hair slightly tousled from when you crashed into him and eyes wide as he stares at you.

"yeonjun what-"

he saves you from your rambling by stepping closer, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"what are you doing?"

"is that yang jeongin's jersey?"

of course he noticed.

you want to turn right back around, dig your grave, and bury yourself alive.

"yn. are you fucking wearing jeongin's jersey right now?"

"no?"

you wish you were six feet under the ground.

"stop lying-"

"bye! gotta go!"

you push him aside, running down to occupy the first empty seat you see in the crowd of spectators, losing the boy somewhere at the back.

fuck. your. life.

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[keeponquinning]

okay but.

here with me reader would try and get Joe to do the orange test, you know the one that was running rampant on tiktok where the s/o's would get their people to peel an orange for them, to test them. she would have the camera on her, of course, bc privacy and after would ask if he'd be okay with her posting it. 18+ rpf, sexual innuendos and mentions. smooching. minors dni or be kicked.

but anyway he would. you'd just be like, "Ugh."

Joe, being on his phone not posting on social media of any kind, turning his head, going, "Hm? What's that, then?"

"I have a dilemma."

Thinking it's serious, drops his phone and turns his body towards you. "No idea if I can help, but..." Knitting his brows, "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh. "...I really want an orange."

Seeing that it's not as serious as he feared, his lips purse, eyes lighting up with amusement, "Oh?" he says, on the breaking edge of a laugh. "That's... I think we have some."

"I know we do."

"... Okay."

"....I don't want to peel it, though." Throwing him a pitiful pout while she's at it.

His brows raised, "Oh. Oh, I see." His lips stretch across his face in a smile, "That's... Yeah, that is a dilemma. That's...way up there. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me, that's.." The camera catches you letting out a soft scoff. "That just shows me how much trust you have in me, I'm very touched by that." Giving away to a giggle, shaking his head, "Okay," he lets out, heading toward the fridge, "You're cute when you're ridiculous, you know."

At that, you give in to a true laugh, looking at him as he pulls an orange out, "Wait, what are you doing?"

He scoffed, looking at you as if you suddenly grew a whole other head. "Peeling an orange for you, obviously! Come on, like I'm not?" Going to the counter, reaching into the drawer and getting a knife.

"Oh, I wanted it peeled--"

"Don't, don't..." his lips quirked into a smile, shaking his head, slashing at the skin, just enough to give him a good edge to it, peeling it more with ease. "See?" he said, his big brown eyes looking over at her. "Don't question the master in the kitchen, darling."

Your lips spread in a wide grin, looking over at him in awe. "Is that one of your personal life hacks when it comes to orange peeling?"

"Yup!" he announced proudly, going through the orange with ease. "My mum taught me this, because..." he raised his hand, his nails not exactly long. "Comes in handy, especially..." He said, gathering the peeled orange in a paper towel, walking toward you, the victor. "...when I have a very cute girlfriend that wants an orange so badly and pouts in a way I can't let pass."

"Shut up," you let out, but you're smiling, in the way he really loves.

Reaching toward you, he suddenly chuckles deeply, tongue peeking out and wetting his lips. The orange at this point in tact and whole, giving you a look, poking his finger through the center of the orange, making it spread apart. "...remind you of someone?"

Your eyes widen, shock clear in your tone, "Oh my god, shut the fuck up!" Your outrage lost in the contagious cackles of your boyfriend, head bent down and shoulders shaking, the unmistakable laughter overtaking you, as so often. Which only makes their laughter last longer, rasping amongst each other until you feel him bend down and kiss the top of your head. Which makes you look up at him, teary eyed and breathless and he offers you the first slice. "...are you feeding me the orange, now?"

"Yes, I'm feeding you, now shut up and take it."

You snorted, "Remind you of someone?"

He cackled, "Fuck, it does. That wasn't even... I wasn't even thinking of that, that's brilliant. But come on, take the damn thing—shut up."

Forcing the laugh down, you cleared your throat. Taking the orange slice in your mouth, humming approvingly at the sweetness of the fruit, the juice that flowed along your tongue. Smiling at the feel of his thumb over your lips, and your eyes looking up at him, with adoration as you chewed and swallowed. "You're very sweet."

"Yeah?" he asked with a smile, taking a slice for himself, humming softly. "As sweet as this orange?"

"Hmm..."

He blinked, "Hmm?"

"Mmm...."

His eyes narrowed, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. Soft and warm, wiping his hands off his shirt while grabbing the back of your neck to hold you still, the kiss deepening with a moan from him, tasting remnants of the orange but also a taste that was unmistakably... You.

His tongue plays against yours, and you feel yourself melt, absolutely crumble against his taste on your tongue and the haze that he always brings to you settle in. You forget your phone recording as your hands grip at the plain white shirt he wore that day, fingers digging the fabric and pulling him closer, humming softly at the feel of his fingers digging into your hair, taking a firm hold and head pulled back just a bit.

The feel of his teeth along your bottom lip, the flash of your pout flashing across his mind as he bites your lip and gives a pull, getting a whimper out of you. Making him grin a bit too proudly. Pulling away as he pecks at your lips, chin, giving a biting kiss at your neck.

"Jesus," you let out, pulling away in a daze, finding his eyes again, you smiled. "....okay, you're sweeter."

"Damn right," he uttered, kissing your lips once more. "Damn right." His eye caught something, past her head, over her shoulder. "...is that your phone?" Realization hitting him, a laugh barking out of him. "Oh, for fuck sake, this is TikTok, isn't it?"

"Yup." Leaning back and taking a deep breath. "It's this trend, asking your partner to peel an orange to see if they actually would."

His brow furrowed, "...on the assumption a partner wouldn't? Why not?"

"Well, some people are superstar, top tier boyfriends like you are, baby," you chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "But, I won't use it, since um... We...kinda veered off just peeling an orange. Major green flag material, here."

He chuckled, "So I passed your test, then?"

"Oh, flying colors, across the boards," you chuckled kissing his lips once more.

He hummed, thinking a moment. "You can probably edit the uh... Well, the...parts where my agent won't have a heart attack over, surely? I don't mind. I kinda want people to know that, yes, I would peel a hundred fucking oranges for you," he chuckled, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around you.

"Mmm... I could probably do that. People should know how amazing you are. Thoughtful, kind...and honestly, that orange peeling hack should be viral. Out there." She shrugged, "Besides, the video could have been worse."

"How's that, then?"

"When you had your thumb on my lips? The urge to suck them rose up in me, but I held back."

He looked as if he was a puppy just kicked, "Oh..." Brow furrowed, "...well... Fuck your restraint, wish you hadn't told me that."

You chuckled, raising a brow, "I could make it up to you..." Pulling away and brushing past him, kissing his cheek. "Bedroom."

Brows raised, a smile slowly spread across his lips. Licking his lips, he took what was left of the orange — then your phone, stopping the video and prepared to put it down... and then a thought.

He was due to be away from you, filming...

It'd be nice to have a little video to fill his lonely hours when you weren't able to face time him...

Marching toward the bedroom, orange and phone in hand, thoughts forming in his head.

[heelycular-manslaughter]

new hellbreak this ones about some freaks again

Hellbreak is the working title for my Hades-inspired ttrpg, in which the PCs are residents (likely prisoners) of hell attempting to break out, and finding support from various gods in the setting's pantheon. While most of the gods that give you boons do so on their own, there's a pair that don't really have that option.

Remis, God of Rats + Salvo, Goddess of Plagues

Remis goes by it/they, Salvo goes by he/him

Remis & Salvo have two conflicting stories to how they became gods; Remis says that it became the god of rats just before the mortals blamed the species for starting a disease among their kind, and Salvo thus formed from one of its veins. Salvo says that he found Remis while he was between hosts, and infected them, thus becoming a god and causing the mortal plague. 

Remis is frenetic, almost constantly stressed about something, exuding a nervous energy that is unseen in every other member of the pantheon. Salvo does not help with their anxiety, constantly whispering things that could go wrong, presenting himself as getting a twisted joy from it, hiding the deep fear of everything he has as well.

Remis usually takes the form of a small, thin, vaguely humanoid creature with pale gray skin covered in thin patches of hair and beady eyes on their palms. They have a light, jittery tone of voice. Salvo often likes to change how he appears on the body, if at all, but his favorites include bright red spots, a writhing ring under the skin, blackened veins, or a golden halo. 

Remis and Salvo help runners because they were tasked with establishing a trade route with the 4th layer of hell, but both have been too scared to meet with the Lord Mistress, and instead ask the runners to relay information when they see her. 

Core Mechanics: Rats & Infection

Rats will help you do various actions better, like adding harm to attacks or dice to attribute rolls. 

Infected enemies take harm at the end of each round.

Boons of Remis & Salvo

Rabid: +2d6 to Wrath.

Scurry: +2d6 to Greed.

Protective: +2d6 to Pride.

Quick Reaction: You can use a cast to instead dodge the first attack on the GM turn.

Scurry: Gain +1 movement if at least 5 enemies are infected.

Rat's Weight: (requires weapon slot) Using your weapon action pushes you back 1 range

Rat-Toss: (requires cast slot) Your cast turns into a rat that will scurry towards any other enemies after being thrown, moving 1 range toward the nearest enemy and dealing 1 harm on each turn until the next round

Bloodborne: (requires weapon slot) Weapon attack infects target for 1 harm

Contagious: (requires move slot) When you move into Close range of an enemy, that enemy is infected for 1 harm

Bug: Your cast deals -2 harm, but inflicts infection for 2 harm

Spread: Infected enemies can infect other enemies if in Close range for 2 turns

Superspreader: For each rat boon you have, infection deals +1 harm

The rat boons do involve literal rats you just have to use your imagination ok

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[lamieresoul]

Promise ♾️

Pairing: Lane (MC) x Greg

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,621

Tag(s): @rc-catalog

Summary: On this rainy night, the pair's unexpected meeting in the gym brought about a moment of initial awkwardness. But, the energy shifted to apparent romantic tension arising between the two. Greg clothed Lane with his beloved 'fallen angel' shirt & his grey sweatshirt on top. After doing so, he offers to accompany Lane back to her room. Moving onward, it's up to them where things will lead up to.

I want his attention on me... only me.

Is that too much to ask...?

Greg switched to walk on Lane's left side at the start of the hallway. Making sure he was the one on the side of the windows. Such a considerate thing to do. Usually, men do that when walking a woman down a street, but it's the thought that counts. He effortlessly displayed all the traits of a protector. It made Lane all the more attracted to him. His imposing stature & impressive physique, his attractiveness is undeniable. But, not only that, he always does the best he can to cheer her up & make her feel included at all times. Lane felt safe & comfort when around him.

He does so much for me. I want to reciprocate.

Slowly walking down the dreary silent hallway together, Lane felt a sense of anxiousness. This is the second time Greg is walking her to her room. But, this time, she'll make sure there's no interruptions. It has to go right this time.

Greg casually slung his arm over Lane's shoulder. Lane was momentarily shocked but pleased. A common gesture she's noticed he does to other squad mates but he finally did it to her. His purpose of doing it now feels more special & intimate in comparison.

Greg turned his head and looked at Lane. Lane turned to look at him as well, despite her subtle nervousness.

"Since you're familiar with the gym now, I wouldn't mind having you as my gym partner. Only if you're interested of course. But, just so you know, in advance... I won't go easy on you." he teased.

"I wouldn't want you to." Lane replied suggestively. Leaving that response up for him to interpret on his own. She kept eye-contact with him before returning her focus on walking forward, but she felt Greg's stare of subtle shock. He let out a light laugh, couldn't contain his smile, and focused onward as well. Greg slowly removed his arm from her shoulder but deliberately made sure to brush his hand against her back before placing his arm by his side.

They walked in silence, again, side by side. Arms and hands brush against each other every now and then. Both sneaking glances and faint smiles. The more Lane took peeks at Greg, her admiration & attraction for him grew. The moonlight from the hallway windows illuminated his side profile and highlighted his features...

I want him...

So lucky... how lucky a woman would be to have him.

The thought of someone else ever having him... ridiculous. No.

Lane turned away from Greg, took the collar of Greg's sweatshirt that she had on, and silently inhaled.

It smells like him. I love his smell.

Everything about him.

Just knowing that something of his is on her body. It excited her.

Her face flushed, heart racing, and eyes low. Consumed by her thoughts.

Just imagining his beautiful brown dreamy eyes, strong hands, toned muscles & abs, welcoming smile, perfected charisma, contagious laugh, attractive voice, his intelligence...

...his oxygen, his heartbeat, his brain, his life force, his -

No, Lane. Stop.

It's normal to feel this way when you like someone so much. It just makes you appreciate everything about them... right?

Right?

I wonder if-

"Lane?", Greg spoke.

Lane slightly jumped and snapped out of it. Eyes wide, she looked at Greg. He lightly chuckled at her bewildered expression. Lane quickly regained herself.

"We're here.", he smirked, pointing at her bedroom door.

Damn...

Lane rolled her eyes and looked down at the floor. She slowly walked towards her bedroom door but stopped and turned in front of it.

Greg looked so calm and relaxed, simply expectant. He knew she wouldn't want their moment together to end so soon. He didn't want their moment to end either.

"Greg... would you like to come inside?" Lane asked. She lightly fidgeted with the doorknob behind her and bit the inside of her cheek. Her stare, firm.

Greg's eyebrows shot up for a second.

"I thought you were tired." he teased, slightly narrowing his eyes and remaining eye contact. He stepped closer towering over her.

God... the view of this man.

Lane looked at his lips, his cheekbones, adam's apple, then back to his eyes. Perfect.

The effect he has on me...

Still feeling cold from the rain earlier mixed with the nervousness of Greg's closeness, Lane lightly shivered.

"Sure, lead the way, Lane." he smiled.

Lane still faced Greg and kept eye contact, grabbed and twisted the doorknob behind her, and walked backwards, pushing the door back with her.

"Come in." Lane said coldly.

Greg's steps across the threshold. His steps heavy and resolute.

Once Greg was inside and still facing forward Lane quickly closed the door. The click of the door's lock echoed in the room.

Greg slowly turned around.

"Lane, are you okay...?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. His eyebrow arched and furrowed.

Lane still holding onto the door knob, slightly hunched over with her forehead pressed against the door. Greg could see she was breathing heavily.

"Greg... I-", Lane started but stopped. Her voice sounded weak... vulnerable. Her grip on the door knob tightened.

"Lane, if this is about us... I meant what I said earlier. There's no one else... only you." Greg stated with confidence.

...Really?

Shock is all Lane felt.

He meant it. He means it. He has to mean it.

Lane cautiously straightened up, took a deep breath, and turned to look at him.

"Come here.", he commanded gently with a swift hand motion and a faint smile.

Lane walked to him, heart still pounding, and breathing uneasy.

Tsk, get a grip, Lane...

Embarrassed by her own behavior... but she never felt like this before. This aching, yearning, desire for someone. It's a new and unknown feeling.

She stops mere inches from him.

His light. His light gives me purpose. He makes me want to try... try to live again. To feel something... again.

Greg's eyes lower, his gaze tender as he stares into Lane's hazel eyes.

"I need you to do something for me..." Greg started in a soft voice.

He brings his hand up in front of Lane, closes it into a fist, but sticks out the thumb and pinky finger.

Lane looks down at his hand in confusion. Looking back at him her eyes narrowed.

Greg takes a deep breath and pauses before continuing.

"Lane, promise me... that you'll never question my love for you." His tone serious and his eyes focused on her.

It felt like time froze. The world stopped spinning.

Like the only two people in the world was Greg & Lane.

Love. Love? Love! Love...

Lane froze. She stared into his eyes, wondering if she misheard him. But, his eyes told it all. He's serious. Genuine.

Lane does the same hand sign and slowly brings her pinky to lock in his. He locks in her pinky immediately after.

"And you promise that you'll only love me.", Lane responded, her expression grave.

"I promise.", he whispered before planting a kiss on his thumb and pressing his thumb forward. He signals with a head nod for her to do the same. She does so.

A kiss to the thumb to seal a promise. I understand.

They release each-other but Greg bends his index finger and traces it along Lane's jawline. Again, eye contact unbroken. His eyes speak of such tenderness & devotion.

He's smitten and so am I.

Once to the tip of her chin he tilts her head up a tad and places his thumb below her bottom lip.

The angst & tip-toeing around their feelings for one another, for what feels like ages has tormented the two long enough.

Both looked at each other's lips and gradually inched forward.

Their lips meet. His, warm & inviting. Hers, cold and needy. They clung to each other's lips like it was their lifeline. Taking claim over one another with every soft suck, nibble, and bite. Lane surrendered to him and Greg guided her.

I hadn't realized how touch starved I am til now.

Feeling Greg's want for me... it's so fulfilling.

I want him to guide me.

To have me.

The feeling of two missing pieces finally coming together to make a whole. His warmth and her coldness, a convergence that will change the trajectory of both of their lives.

Lane's eyes and nose sting suddenly. Her vision blurs and her cheeks feel wet.

What...?

Once they pull-away, Greg notices Lane has tears that rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes lightly pink, watery, and her nose flushed. He takes both his hands and gently cups her face. He wipes away her tears with his thumbs and smothers her face with kisses. From cheek to cheek, to nose, chin, & forehead. Lane couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't cry. I got you." Greg reassured Lane in a comforting tone.

I've been feeling more lately since being around Greg. Feeling empathy, compassion, & sorrow for others. Before him, those feelings felt foreign to me.

I guess... this feeling is of being overwhelmed. A good overwhelmed. Feeling whole after so long of feeling empty. I can't remember the last time I cried. But, this... this is tears of joy. A joy from feeling what love is.

I feel home.

"You forgot to say you promise." Greg joked to lighten her mood.

"Sorry.", voice slightly stuffy, a faint smile emerged on her face. Trying to blink away her remaining tears to see him better.

"Well, let's say it together then..." Greg suggested.

"Okay." Lane said softly, placing her hands atop of his holding her face.

Looking deeply into each other's eyes.

I promise.

[bbyquokka]

a pretty boy with a pretty smile

→ PAIRING: Kim Seungmin x gn!reader

→ GENRE: drabble, fluff

→ SYNOPSIS: Seungmin has a pretty smile, so you tell him.

→ WARNINGS: established relationship, pet name

→ WORDS: 0.5k ~ (572)

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3

It’s a habit to hide his smile. He never used to do it but since he got his braces, he subconsciously hides his smile with his hand. You've tried to tell him numerous times how beautiful and gorgeous his smile is, but sometimes it's hard to break habits.

When you first met Seungmin, via mutual friends, the first thing you noticed was his smile. A smile so wide and big, his face lightening up, it felt like you were in a trance, captured by his beauty.

Of course, there are other features you love about Seungmin. From his cute nose to his soft looking lips, his smile is your favourite. You instantly feel happy and warm, your worries washing away just from his big, toothy grin.

When he laughs, it makes you laugh. His laugh is contagious. People don't tend to think of Seungmin as a comedic genius but he is up there for sure. Making witty and short jokes about anything and everything he sees fitting.

“Don't hide your smile, Minnie.” You say, gently removing his hand away from his mouth.

“Sorry.. force of habit.”

“I know baby, but it's beautiful.”

“Even with the metal in my mouth.” He sighs softly, his tongue running along the metal wire and bumps that's glued to his teeth. You hum, nodding slowly.

“Even with the metal in your mouth. You're pretty Minnie and you have a pretty smile.”

“You're just saying that.” He mumbles, a soft blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. You giggle, watching him pull the sleeves of his grey hoodie over his hands – an innocent habit of his when he's feeling shy.

You gently take his hands in yours, intertwining them together before kissing his hand softly as you look at him through your lashes. His cheeks are rosy pink, eyes sparkling in the light as he watches you.

“No, I'm not. Your smile is the most beautiful and prettiest thing I've seen, Minnie. It makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. I feel like I'm experiencing my first ever school crush when I look at you.”

“S-Stop.” Seungmin whines, the corner of his lips slowly tugging into a smile.

“Gosh, you're so beautiful Minnie.” You groan softly before laughing as Seungmin rests his forehead on your shoulder, trying to hide the embarrassing red colour that stains his cheeks, however, the tips of his ears betray him.

You kiss his temple softly, holding him close to your body as he wraps his arms around your midriff. He pulls you flush to his body, shifting his weight onto you.

“Is my smile really that beautiful?” He whispers.

“It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

“You're so sweet, y/n.” Seungmin sighs softly, stroking your waist.

“And you're so pretty.”

You look down, noticing a bright, big smile on his lips. You lift his chin up gently, making him look at you. He looks at you with love and admiration, eyes sparkling. His hand automatically goes to cover his smile, to which you take his wrist gently to stop him.

“Don't. Let me see it, Minnie.” Your voice soft and gentle, Seungmin feeling himself melt into your touch. He whines softly before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck once again. You laugh, holding onto the back of his head as you rake your fingers through his soft hair.

“Such a pretty boy with a pretty smile.”

→ note: seungmin's smile. i love it and i love him. that's all. c: don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. enjoy!!

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[miumura]

helloooo !!! can i have hanni gf hcs? thank you

💭 — HANNI AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND !

SOPH — hihi ofc!! tysm for requesting :) <3 this is SOOO overdue but im starting to work on my requests again <3 im sorry if this is a bit short, i haven’t been motivated recently but i tried! anyways smth for my bae hanni <3

WARNINGS — use of petnames (bae/babe)

— the person who you could just be honest with and talk about everything and ANYTHING. like we’ve seen her on that debate episode, bae was PREPARED! so i think she’d be also that talkative with you!

— i would say she’s touchy? like she loves physical touch, it’s one of her love languages. so when she’s by you, be shocked if she doesn’t start cuddling you or resting a body part on you LMAO 😭😭😭

— seems like someone who would do playful childish teasing. LIKE sticking tongue out or be like “ooouuuu” YKWIM? she does it for the fun of it and wanting a reaction. she’d be more than glad if you joined her <3

— forget about petnames, she’s gonna call you bro and dude all the time LMFAOOO. it’s a habit of hers and probably a habit of yours too, let’s be honest so it’s hard to stop! but if she does use one, it would probably be bae / babe bc she likes how it sounds

— idk…she seems the type to get jealous easily ? like she’d get real pouty or be overdramatic js for you to get the hint. she’d pretend to act cold after you notice but then just give in under your touch

— would make you do weird things w/ her LMFAO. like who wouldn’t want to ding dong ditch someone’s hotel room? hanni hanni hanni….

— would def hype you up! like she’d instantly scream and shout be like “ayyy, that’s my bae!”. just makes you feel so confident about yourself </3

— the type to just like tackle you HELP. like oh you’re laying down? she’s already preparing to jump on top of you.

— despite being pretty playful, i think she would be understanding. like she’s willing to hear you out and would change anything that you don’t like or whatnot.

— whenever she sees you sad, she instantly goes and check up on you. 😧 THIS EMOJI IS HER. and she would be like “what’s wrong?” as she rubs on your back.

— when one of you is stressed/sad (or both), she’d suggest taking a walk outside just to clear up your/her mind a bit. a bonus if it’s at night, since she loves taking walks at night.

— would probably try to make you laugh but end up laughing at herself before she could. but that doesn’t matter, since her laugh is contagious, it ends up with you laughing as well.

— probably loves matching stuff! i think she’d get really excited with matching necklaces, and even matching wallpapers!

— she’s just really comforting to be around, and you’ll never be bored when she’s around!

— forces you to watch movies with her. like she would get all excited when she finds a new movie to watch with you. so when she’s all giddy, who are you to refuse?? movie nights/dates are definitely your thing w/ her!

— likes taking silly pics and vids 😭 and whenever you tell her to delete it off your phone, she just goes “but you’re so cute here!” which explains why she has a whole album of you and her…(you also get a separate album of js you on her phone <3)

💭 — cool with you is literally stuck in my head

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[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ : s ɪ x ᴛ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ

m a s t e r l i s t

s ɪ x ᴛ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ

"Thank you for today. I can't explain how much I've loved just spending time with you" resting my head on Lando's chest I feel completely relaxed. We've spent the last few hours just basking in each other's company which has lead to us lying in the sun on the top deck of the yacht.

"It doesn't have to be over. The yacht is ours for the night if you want to stay here"

"Are you serious?" Sitting up slightly I look at Lando. He's completely spoiling me today.

"Completely serious. Remember when I said I wanted you all day and possibly all night? I meant it Lucía" feeling Lando pull me back into him I look up at him kissing him gently.

"I don't have clothes or anything with me Lando"

"You don't need clothes for what I've got planned for you" seeing the cheeky grin on Lando's face I can't help but match his energy. When he's happy he glows and its contagious.

"What about the people we're in the middle of the ocean with? I'm sure they don't want to watch live porn" I'm happy to have sex with Lando while we're on a yacht. The only thing holding me back is knowing we have strangers on the yacht and we don't know how much we can trust them. I know there's probably a contact of some kind in place but the last thing I want is for them to either take photos or sell a story.

"They're paid to be discreet babe. If you're unsure I completely understand. I can wait until we're back on dry land to ravage you"  

"I don't want to wait. I need to have you Lando, I can't wait any longer" I've been with Lando all day but I feel more aware of his presence than I ever have.

"Are you sure about doing this here?" Leaning back on the sofa I wrap my arms around Lando's neck. I did have my doubts about having sex in a situation like this but I would be lying if I said I don't want to take the risk. We did it in a corridor at Silverstone there's no reason why we can't on a private yacht. There's something about the thrill of being in public and knowing we can be caught at any point.

A moan falls from my lips as Lando lowers his mouth to my neck, sucking the sensitive skin, I never was one to be turned on by someones lips on my neck until I met Lando. His large hands trail down my body, cupping my breasts and tracing my nipples with the tip of his finger over my bikini, my body instantly reacting to his touch. I lean my head back and let out a guttural moan as he finds the heat between my legs, his fingers moving achingly slow steadily in and out. His lips find my ear whispering even though there's no one around.

"Everyone on dry land is going to hear you at this rate" Without warning Lando thrusts his fingers hard, making me gasp.

My need for Lando becomes more apparent as I squirm from his touch. He stops briefly to remove my bikini and I take my chance and move forward. I flash a mischievous smile, then advance on him, forcing him backwards on the sofa.

Reaching down, I slip my hand into Lando's shorts, stroking the length of his arousal. He responds to my touch, leaning into me to allow me to access to him in his entirety as I give in and remove his shorts. Looking up at Lando I notice his head leaning back against the sofa, a groan leaving his mouth as I continue to stroke him I realise he's having trouble staying quiet as my speed picks up.

Catching me off guard he surges toward me, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss, his hands cupping my face. I love when he gets rough, I know for a fact it's not a side to him anyone would expect but it's a side I get to see. When he has me where he wants me on my back I guide his mouth between my thighs, rotating my hips so he can taste the warmth and wetness radiating from me. There's only one thing I want from Lando right now.

"Lu you taste so good..." My back is fully arched, making more space for him to suck, lick, and nip my naked skin as he consumes me with a fierce passion. Every emotion feels heightened.

"I can't tease you anymore Lucía, I won't last. I want you"

I turn around, bracing my hands flat on the sofa arching my back in invitation. Lando's hands trace down my back before gripping my hips and pulling them back to meet his hips.

"Oh fuck...Lando" Pushing myself against him, I take all of him, my nails attempting to dig into the soft material underneath them "You feel so good inside of me Lando" over the last few weeks I've learned what effect it has when I moan his name, I can't help but want to keep moaning it to spur him on even more.

Lando's hands grip my hips, his fingers making their way between my legs to rub my core in time with his thrusts. I push back to meet every stroke, stretching my neck to watch his muscles flex in the sun, the sweat glistening the way the light reflects off him.

The speed of our movements pick up, our bodies tangled and desperate for each other to find the high we're searching for. The fire blazes bright in me and, with that an insatiable hunger grows for more of him, for all of him. I feel the knot in my stomach grow unable to hold back any longer, Lando follows my lead a moment later clinging to me in his ecstasy as we cry out each others names.

"Am I right in thinking you wrote your name on my clit with your tongue?" I ask with a hint of amusement in my voice as Lando and I lay together on the sofa.

"I did, I just wanted remind you that you're mine"

"I like a possessive you. It's cute but it felt incredible" 

"Possessive isn't cute Lucía" Lando says rolling his eyes with a laugh. "I'm not sharing you with anyone though"

"I'm not asking you share me. I'll try most things but threesomes aren't my thing"

"Lucía I swear you have sex on your mind permanently but good to know that we won't be adding a third person" laughing with Lando I do wonder how ridiculous our conversations sound to some people.

After a few hours of swimming and water sports we're both freshly showed and back in our clothes that we arrived in. Walking back onto the deck after my shower I can't believe my eyes when I see a candlelit table for two. No one has ever put this much effort into a single meal for me on a date or when I've been in a relationship.

"Lando this is perfect" I can't find the words to describe how I feel right now, possibly overwhelmed. Lando has thought of everything to make this the best date ever. All I can do is look at the space around me and try to take it all in.

"You're worth it baby. I'm making it my mission to make it up to you for all the shitty dates you've been taken on. I want to show you dates can be what you imagine them to be whether it's something more special like today or whether it's just a night on the sofa watching trashy tv shows" it feels like every good or bad date I've had in the past has created a story that has lead to this moment. Listening to the Dan + Shay song that's playing in the background I lean up and kiss Lando gently. There's no tongue and neither of us try to take it further but it's the most romantic kiss we've shared.

"I'm glad you exist Lando" looking up at Lando I can't believe I get to say he's my boyfriend.

[forbidding-souda]

hi! i was wondering if you could do korekiyo, rantaro and kokichi with their s/o being the ultimate librarian? but with librarian being more of a broad term, like they also know all about books (specifically classical literature?)

its okie if not! bye!! :D

Korekiyo Shinguuji and Rantarou Amami with their S/O being the SHSL librarian

my greatest apologies that I didn't include Ouma, which is something I like never do, but he is so complicated to write for me since I'm just barely starting to write DR again and I have to study him again so give me a second (all of you)

But ooooooo you guys missed me so baddd

No promises that i'll post more but I'll put in minimal effort and not just none. ^ Like with Ouma. Sorry.

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ Beautiful and certainly perfect. He was the one that noticed you first. He knew you from school. He would visit your library, checking out many books and though he knew all of the information within them, seeing you was worth it—the only thing he cared about learning was you.

❤ He saw you reading in the time between people coming up to your little info desk. When he went to check up yet another book, he looked over the desk and saw you reading Aristotle. His heartbeat quickened and he felt a smile form from under his mask.

❤ ^ He made a small reference to the book and you instantly let out an 'oh!' and leaned forward.

"You read that stuff, don't you?" You smiled. "You look like the type." "I study history." Matching your body language he put his books on the counter, letting his hands rest at the front. He noticed how your eyes light up. "Ah, we are rather similar. That's amazing, thank you for entertaining me today, it's been getting rather boring here." He doesn't respond and instead fidgets, picking up one of his books once more. "I'm finished with this book," his eyebrows lift as if he wants you to be impressed, "Have you read it? It's one of my favorites?" When you peer at it, you read the title: "The Blind Owl" by Sadegh Hedayat and it is in the original language. You nod and tried not to seem as impressed as you were: "Well, you might be my favorite customer." And then he started tapping his fingers until your eyes went to somebody behind him. Your voice quickly turned into customer service. "Well," you look up at him, "You can put that book in the drop-box over there thank you very much."

❤ He learned that you are the one that decorates and organizes the interior. The building itself is dark wood so you did everything you could to make the bookshelves and the tables match the brown shade.

❤ The first time you saw him in a romantic sense was when he was helping you with decorating for Valentine's Day. It was a bit funny when he tried to put Freud on the front display.

❤ "NO."

❤ The Sunday morning that you two started decorating for it had peaceful weather. It put you in a positive mood, which ended up being contagious. You were grinning as you hang up ribbons and strings with plastic hearts on the walls. When you moved to the bookshelves, you saw him browsing for the display and you realized you had never seen him in between these shelves before. He is beautiful, mystical when concentrating: you watch his eyes glance up and down.

❤ ^ From where you usually sit in the front, you only get rare glimpses of him when he reads, and the time you get to see him are only when he checks things out. For this Valentines Day, your gift is seeing him in his natural state: how he looks when he thinks nobody is looking.

❤ But when he looks up at you, your stomach drops. You are frozen, not looking away and forcing yourself to be brave and hold the eye contact.

❤ "Look at you," he said.

❤ And after that day, he started inviting you to go out to historical exhibits with him as dates. He showed you all the artifacts he adored and constantly looked over to see if you were listening. You never stopped paying attention, and you looked at him with such admiration that he almost stuttered.

❤ The next time he walked into your library he saw photographs of the artifacts. They are near the history and culture section, and the old-style coloring of the portraits match the aesthetic of the place. He adored you more than anything. He found somebody who perfectly admires his interests.

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Rantarou Amami

"Intelligence is admirable," you say while looking out the classroom's window, "I like anybody who is willing to read and learn." Amami listens intensely. "When I travel, there are so many people who are willing to tell their stories... that's when I learn the most." You smirk, "Are you trying to impress me?" When you look back, you see the casual smile on his face. "How so? But would you say that you are impressed?" To hide your smirk, you put your chin in your palm and look out the window again. "Try again next time."

❤ When you two started dating you'd hand him books that have small print as well as complicated sentences, sometimes with the big books you'll obnoxiously drop it on his desk.

❤ "Do you want me to write a book report?"

❤ You hum, "ooh." And after clapping your hands together, you give him sarcastic puppy eyes, "I'll give you a kiss if you do!"

❤ "Okay," he chuckles at you, "I'll consider."

❤ ^ The words made him hesitate a bit. He has always been patient with romance. He liked you for your random bursts of excitement with it came to book. Of course, with the SHSL Librarian it should be expected, but still, he had never seen somebody as passionate of history and knowledge as you.

❤ He wasn't desiring immediate romance or short-lived love, and you didn't even go into his house until around 5 months into dating.

❤ Though, he always read what you gave him (and esp the things you let him borrow) but sometimes it would take at least a week since you would purposely give him some complex texts just for your own amusement. With humor, he really would write a book report sometimes.

❤ The main thing you love about him is how he takes your interest seriously. He doesn't brush you off or half-ass it. He holds your love for books at the top of his list.

❤ If you ask him if he likes the book then he will give an honest review but focus on the positive parts.

❤ And sometimes... he will give you book suggestions. Which you read in half a day and he's like ??? bro.

❤ ^ Then you info dump about the author's life and their process with writing the book LOL.

[running-with-kn1ves]

HSJKSKSS THE BF WHO FCKED THE GF ON A FACE TIME CALL 💀💀💀 I usually don't send requests but i cant help myself with this one because you quite posibly have created my dream man 😍 the way he was speaking to her and teasing her 🙈🙈🙈 he was soooo sexy the way you wrote him groaning and bucking like my heart (and other things) hurt 🥲 can you write something with him and reader and basically she tells him she's not feeling well so she stays home at her apt but he goes and finds her at a club instead, dancing with her friends that she hasn't seen and her ex also happens to be there 👀 nsfw if you're okay with it, with him fucking her in front of said ex. I read your rules so its ok if this doesn't pick your interest but i still wanted to let you know how much i love that yandere!!!

Got a little inspired by this idea anon so here's my take on it😋I really loved writing the kind of public, riskiness of that fic so I'm glad you cared for it dude!!

TW: Noncon, toxic relationships/yandere behaviors, punishment, NSFT, yandere films himself rearranging readers guts

Your first mistake was when you tried to use the old “out-sick” approach. You weren’t the world's best actor but even if you were, you probably still wouldn’t be able to fool your boyfriend. He was too skeptical, too observant and too invested for your own good. He always managed to find out; always. And each time, you got less and less confident about being able to escape him, even for a little while. 

“I’ve got a fever of 105, and I’m really contagious. I promise we can go out tomorrow, I just…. Need some alone time to rest for now. To get better, so I can see you.” 

You knew it was a poor lie, that there was the chance that he would come over anyway, trying to potentially take care of you or scold you for letting yourself get this sick. But, he hadn’t even needed to. It wasn’t long after the phonecall that he got a ding from his phone, your location having updated. You were in an unfamiliar area, one that wasn’t  recognizable as one of your many common stops. It was a bar, one that was hosting a small event with karaoke and cheap booze. It made much more sense to him when he came to find you and saw your friends surrounding you; he was disappointed, angry, and felt betrayed; but those feelings only lasted for a second. The image of you talking to one of your ex’s, sent him into a different state. It was just a quick turn of your gaze where he caught the corner of your eye, standing next to a barstool. 

Pieces of his phone crunched in between his fingers, his eyes blank as he saw your face morphed from shame to grief. It felt like a rock sank in your stomach, the panic of him having caught you in your lie making your feet go wobbly. 

You were the first to approach, excusing yourself from the conversation with your ex-partner, who your boyfriend was already getting malicious ideas towards. He was more angry at you, though; for having tricked him so openly. You walked to him slumped, ashamed of yourself but upset that your boyfriend was even here in the first place. 

You knew your short-lived freedom was over, feeling the pinch of his fingers wrap around your wrist. He pulled you to the car, forcing you in with a slam of the door. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye to your friends, even though they were halfway to being in a stupor. 

The punishment wasn’t pretty; the worst, most embarrassing part of it came when your boyfriend managed to get his hands on your ex’s number. Thankfully, only the one you had been talking to that night. But that one number was enough of an audience for your boyfriend to have a field day.

 At first you didn’t know why he was holding the phone up, though you could barely see it from how restrained he had you. But it didn’t take long for him to shove it up and close at your pretty, worn out face. You could hardly keep your eyes straight, shuddered breaths leaving your sticky mouth. He enjoyed the positions where your whole body could be seen, could be displayed on camera to show your ex what was his, how he was using it. Especially when he could hold your jaw, telling you to look pretty, asking you to smile for a “little picture.” He got the chance to shove his face against your neck and show how deeply he could fuck you, could make you into nothing but a mess for him. What he loved most to send was the pictures of deep, swollen lovebites, of the marks his nails make on your skin. 

“C’mon baby, don’t you wanna say something to the camera? Maybe beg for them to come and save you?” 

Each thrust had your insides rearranged, your boyfriend lowering his phone to show the mess that was him inside of you, the drips on your thighs and the sweat that clung to your skin.  The worst part of all in this punishment-- was the lack of control you had, the fact that you couldn’t stop yourself from bellowing out sounds caused by your pleasure. The will he had on your body had you saying things that made it hard to look at yourself in the mirror. 

You knew you’d never be able to escape from the blackmail he now held over you. It was hard to come to terms with that, but the more often it happened---the harder it was to pay attention to it.

[gt-abby]

Mar and Jake- 4th Chapter

Let's go! It's been months since I've even touched this story but after this hard period of my life which is now hopefully over I can finally have a clear enough head to post this chapter.

Please don't forget to interact with it!

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 (you're here) chapter 5

------ 2500~~ words

Mar was shaking. Jake could really see it, as the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. It’s as if the moment was stretched out into infinity. He couldn’t bear to see her like this, so before the video call could be answered he placed a pinkie on her shoulder and said, “hey, it’s okay, it’ll all be okay, they’re your parents.” Mar jerked up when his finger rested on her. She relaxed when she turned around to look up at him and saw his reassuring smile, so she returned a crooked anxious smile back to him and nodded.

The video call dinged.

Her mother’s face popped up on the screen. Jake was surprised. He had never met Mar’s parents before, but this was nothing like what he was expecting. Mar’s mother, Jane, looked like she herself could be her own daughter’s sister. She had healthy dark brown hair, long and lush. Her eyes sparkled with youth yet didn’t have the innocence of it in them- as if she had things she was hiding behind them. Secrets that aren’t usually what people hide.

As quickly as she was about to smile and say hello, she saw her daughter sitting on the table, the size of a glass, with a man sitting on a chair behind her.

“Hey… mom…” Mar forced out the words. “So, funny story… yesterday I had a massive headache…” Mar continued trying to explain what happened, remembering to raise her voice since it was as small as her, enough to be ignored. Jake remained silent. When Mar finished, her mother’s eyes were wide and all she could muster was an “oh…”

Mar was fiddling with her fingers, waiting for a response from her mother but all she saw was Jane struggling with her words.

“Honey, I-I’m so sorry.. I have to go.” She looked over the phone at something else, then back at Mar. Her expression was blank, unreadable. Before Mar could respond, she hung up.

Jake couldn’t see Mar’s face, but he could guess what she was feeling. He knew she was trying her best not to break down.  

“Mar, I-“ He began, but stopped when he felt a tiny touch on her hand that was resting on the table. As unnoticeable as it was, he could still feel her hand on his shaking. Soon, her entire body was shaking. Suddenly her body gave way and she leaned on his raised hand fully, crying her eyes out. His heart dropped. Out of all the possibilities of what Jane’s reaction could have been, this was not what he thought it would be. His parents were always there for him, after all, and he could never imagine a parent abandoning their child in their time of need like that. If only he knew how to help her, he’d have done anything to see her smile, but he could think of nothing at the moment.

Mar cried for a while. Jake dared not move. His hand rested on the table on its side, and the other side held Mar up.  He felt her tiny tears drip down on his fingers. He thought of making some joke to lighten the mood but didn’t want to seem tactless.

“Jake, I’m… sorry…” He heard her say faintly.

“For what?”

“I’ve been crying almost non-stop the past 24 hours and you always had to endure it and be there for me… so thanks and I’m sorry.” She looked up at him with red eyes.

“Oh, don’t be silly, it’s fine. I’m here for you any time, tiny.”

“Yeah thank- Hey!” Mar took a second to realize the playful jab he made at her. She hit his hand lightly with a fist. He acted as if that hurt and shook his hand a bit but laughed.

Thank goodness his laugh was loud and contagious, he thought, as he saw Mar give in and laugh with him, through her watery, swollen face.

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As the day pressed on, and they both decided to forget about talking to Mar’s parents, Jake took her to the living room to watch some TV and try to forget about the depressing turn the day took after that video call. After a long movie night, Mar almost forgot about the size difference between her and Jake. She was situated on the sofa, lying between him and the TV screen, so she didn’t really see him. But at the end of the movie, he began getting up to place all the snacks back in the cupboards and his weight shifting on the sofa pillow made her fall back with her face up. She watched as he towered over her and got up to tidy up. Her heart sank in her stomach. Each time she was reminded of how small she was she felt that same sinking feeling, that dread of being around him- as if he was going to hurt her either accidentally or not. Still, her logical mind reminded her that he would never, and she took a breath to try and relax, but the feeling stayed there, like a bad aftertaste in her mouth.

She watched as he came back from the kitchen after tidying up then lay back down between her and the back of the sofa. He looked back down at her as she turned around and he moved his arm as if to shelter her from the edge. Mar knew he was trying to be nice and protective, but she couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. Should she say something? She didn’t feel comfortable at all at that moment, but she was a little scared to speak up. Finally, she decided to signal him by pushing his arm a tiny bit, and he took the hint and lowered it. She was grateful for him respecting her boundaries, and she did want to feel safe with him, but a big part of her was still overwhelmed and scared of everything around her- especially a giant person who could literally do with her as he pleased.

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Later that evening, she found herself waking up from a nap, though she didn’t even remember falling asleep. Jake was typing away on his laptop on the counter, submerged in his work, Mar presumed. Right. Work. She’ll have to call off of work the next morning. How she was going to do this long-term she didn’t know, but her life as she knew it was ruined. It didn’t really matter if she got fired, or if she’d disappeared off the face of the earth as far as anyone was concerned. All she could see in her future was living in this apartment under Jake’s care like a pet. No, no that’s not at all what this was. He’s just helping her in her time of need. But in the back of her mind the word kept echoing, “pet”…

After a while Jake turned around to see how she was doing, and his soft smile faded when he saw she was awake.

“Oh, hey, morning,” he chuckled. “I made us dinner, are you hungry?”

She smiled at his thoughtfulness. She really was a little hungry, she had to admit. Jake came over to take her to the kitchen counter and sat her up in front of her tiny plate again. She noticed he placed his meal next to her and not in front, as if to signal that he wouldn’t look at her while she ate, again with her hands. Dang, he really thought of everything. The amount of respect he had for her, she really felt it, and it made her feel a lot better then, seeing how he still respected her despite her situation. Some people are really cruel, but there are also very kind people at the same time, Mar thought to herself.

After eating, he placed her on her bed. While walking towards her room, she clutched Jake’s thumb as she still wasn’t used to being carried around like that. He then smiled at her reassuringly and left. Mar was alone again. Part of her was grateful, but another was scared. What if tonight she has another nightmare? But she had to be brave. He left already anyway, and she had no way of contacting him. She wished he’d brought her phone with her, too.

Mar forced herself to lay down and try to fall asleep. She knew she needed it, but she was scared of it, too. Thankfully, nothing happened that night, and she woke up with the door opening even though Jake tried to open it as quietly as possible. He smiled at her again, seeing she was okay. He was already dressed and had his backpack on his back- reminding her that she also had to get up and somehow break down to her boss that she wasn’t able to come to work in the near future, or, well, ever.

Getting to her phone on the kitchen counter, she gathered her wits and called off work. She was mumbling and stuttering, but she did it. Afterwards, jake took her to the living room and placed on the coffee table a few plates of snacks in case she got hungry while he was out. He then joked that taking her with him would be risky because of multiple reasons and it was best to stay home. Nothing would happen to her there. Mar felt a little disappointed but didn’t voice it.

Right before he left, he looked at her with his usual reassuring smile and promised to be back as soon as he could. Mar then replied, “Break a leg!” and chuckled along with him. Mar then sat on the sofa armrest and looked around at the silent home. The silence weirded her out, weirdly enough, it made her uncomfortable. After the weekend she spent with Jake, she thought she’d like the alone time she faced right then. Before that, she used to actively try to avoid him whenever they were both in the apartment. Now, she felt uneasy being alone, without him. Looking down at her body, which was standing on where she would rest her whole arm on, she felt even smaller. If only she wasn’t so dependent on other people. If only she was normal again. Speaking of normal, her mother’s reaction was anything but normal or what would expect of her. She literally hung up on her and hasn’t called back since. Mar was scared to call her again, or her dad. She was scared of what they had to say.

Just then, her train of thought was cut short when she heard her phone ring. Dang, they left it on the kitchen counter, and there was no way for her to reach it in time. She couldn’t even know who it was, though a part of her hoped it was her mother.

Looking around, she tried looking for something that would help her get up all the way to the countertop. She found nothing, so she jumped down to the floor and sprinted towards her room. She reached it just as her lungs began to burn. She cursed herself for not working out as of late. Walking through the partially open door the size of the Empire State Building, Mar again saw the mess that which was left in her room- clothes on the floor, papers scattered around, the whole package. If only she could have tidied it prior to the shrinking, looking at it from a new perspective was a lot more gross than before. Mar spotted some molding clay resting on the carpeted floor by the desk, so she walked over and picked up as much as she could then walked the long way back to the bottom of the kitchen counter. She stuck a piece as big as her foot to the foot of the counter, high enough that she could step on it. She then climbed on it and placed another piece the same way, just a little higher. She kept climbing that way until she reached the top with a piece the size of a rice grain to spare. She felt proud of herself, yet a little breathless.

“Take that, brain, I am capable of doing things myself.” Mar said to herself aloud as she lay down to rest for a bit, before getting back up and walking over to her phone. She unlocked it and saw it was Jake who had called her. Her heart sank. She had her hopes up that her parents could have called her to see how she was doing and to apologize, but alas, that wasn’t the case. Mar decided not to call him back, he might be worried about how she could have reached the countertop, and she had no energy for that conversation. Besides, a long time has passed since he called, he might be in a lecture right now and she might disrupt him.

An idea then popped into her head, and she opened the search engine. She typed in the search bar, “fire god”. There were too many options to count, but none of them looked like what she was looking for. Everything about more mainstream gods that were well known from history or mythology studies, but a few weird looking sites talking about dreams similar to what she had. There were mentions of a long-lost civilization that was mainly situated in the middle of Europe but was wiped out when the roman empire started spreading, having lost most of their scripts and documents burned or destroyed. Whatever was salvaged was talking about balance between water and fire, life and death, creation and destruction- rule of equivalent exchange.

Mar fell deep in that rabbit hole, soon finishing everything there was to read about that lost nameless civilization and moved on to other mythologies. It seemed that civilization was the main basis for the idea of equivalent exchange and the trope of fire and water, red and blue connections.

“Ugh…” after hours of reading, Mar held her temples, feeling like her head could pop from all that new information she just absorbed. She turned her head from the screen and looked out the window from the open plan living room. Light from outside was getting dimmer as the day has long passed, and she could see the streetlights turning on one by one. She then realized  that she hadn’t eaten anything all day. The snacks that Jake left for her on the coffee table looked very tempting to her, and she decided it was worth it to drop down and go there to get a quick fix.

Placing her first foot on one of the molding clay steps she made, she shifted her weight to place her other foot on another step. The third time, she shifted her weight, but the second step she was leaning on suddenly disconnected from its place.

Mar felt her heart drop to the floor as she missed the third step and began falling down to the ground. Eyes wide, a breathless gasp- she had little time to react. The height from which she was falling looked far taller than it looked to her before. her entire surroundings were blurring out from the speed. Then, before she could prepare for impact, she reached the floor. A loud crack, shooting pain in her left leg then her bottom.

Mar screamed in agony as she sat on the floor, clutching her leg.