#and today I finally got to see him properly 😭

[anawrites3]

I played with some picrew and decided to try and make my baby and so-

May I present to you all my newest OC - Elion, the sun elf ☀️

He literally came out so perfect, almost exactly how I portrayed him in my mind 😭😭 My poor sweet baby

Due to his best friend's betrayal, he became a slave to a Vampire (who doesn't have name yet jdkdnsj Im working on it lmao)

Elion is a sun elf, meaning he needs the sun to live and function properly. After becoming Vampire's slave he doesn't get to see sun anymore, almost all his life now spent in darkness

His master uses Elion in every way - feeds on him, uses him for his pleasure and even trains him as a weapon (because who would expect little weak sun elf to be deadly?)

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

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[mermaidfanficlibrary]

GXHDJSJSJS I JUST READ YOUR FIC ABOUT THE MERMAN CUTIE AND OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVE RANEE (I THINK THAT"S HOW YOU SPELL THAT) HE'S JUST PERFECT😭😭😭

ANYWAYSSS, so i was thinking... what he do if reader suddenly stopped coming to kayak, because they got sick? How would he react when they finally started coming back again?

Love your works btw😉💋💖💖

Where's my Human? || Yandere Merman x Gn Kayaker Reader

Characters: Ranee

Summary: He gets so worried when you're not there to kayak

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, stalking

A/n: Yeah that's how you spell it, I'm so happy you love him nonnie! He's my special merboy! And thank you! Also, mention of Malakai

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Let's be real, Ranee has no concept of sickness or injuries. Fin rot is the closest thing he knows, and it's only common within pet fish. There are parasites and other ocean germs, but nothing like human sickness. So if you stop showing up for a while brings up so much concern. He straight up thinks you're dead. Though it takes a bit of build up for him to actually think of that conclusion.

The first day you don't show up to the beach, he just thinks you got busy. You usually don't come to kayak every day. That's something you told him when he freaked out the first time you didn't show up. Something about sore muscles. He was too focused on you when you told him so he didn't listen.

The second day is when he becomes a bit panicked. This is the stage where he starts swimming the coastline and asking other sea creatures that swim the coast about you. When they say they haven't seen you that's when his brain starts to spiral. Ranee just swims up and down the coastline for the next couple of days, watching the beaches for any sign of you in case you moved and forgot to tell him.

Then a thought comes to his mind, much to his distaste. Ranee thought and contemplated on visiting your human friend. One reason he was against it was because your human friend was trying to take you away from him. Didn't this human know that you were his mate? Beside the point, he didn't have you to guide him out once he swims in, and he's so easily lost.

After grumbling and pacing around in his sea cave to the nearest fish who have no clue what is going on, he decides to visit your human friend. He managed to remember the way there, you better praise him if you ever come back.

He groans as he sees your human friend on his dock of his very shiny home. Malakai prepares himself for any mischief Ranee has brought today but is caught of guard by the merman talking using the limited language he has. Malakai eventually catches your name in the merman's garbled up human speak and barely catches on.

“Oh, you mean Y/n? Yeah, they're sick right now. Texted me they won't be by the docks for a few days.”

Thus leads into Malakai trying to explain what sickness is to the very confused Ranee. After a few hours of body anatomy lessons Ranee comes to the conclusion that you are in fact dying. So the merman is trying to find any way to your home only to realize you don't live near any body of water.

A few more days of your absence leaves Ranee all mopy. Just invite him to your funeral okay? He couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least part with you properly. He's slumped over on a rock, holding the things he had taken from you. He peppered each in tiny kisses. Oh, gods please hear him and give your soul back to him. That's the leas they could do for torturing you like this!

All the fish that came past his cave would swim in and nibble on his skin. Sea lions and seals alike would come in to push him out of the cave. Ranee didn't want to come out to play like he usually does. Not without you!

His life is so meaningless without you. The seals were barking at him to come out of his cave until a ray had swam over. His mopy attitude switches when he gets news from the ray that it saw you back on your kayak and was paddling out in the open. Ranee is completely overjoyed that you were back.

Swimming as fast as his fins could take him, Ranee jumps out like a dolphin and tackles you into the water. You're startled and thrashing but Ranee's cold, scaly face calms you down. You can only chuckle at the merman's clingyness.

“You don't have to almost drown me if you want my attention every time, Ranee.”

He shakes his head as his tail coils around your legs. You shiver as you're pulled closer to his cold body. No way is he letting go. You worried the hell out of him! Making him think you were dead. Bad mate! He only hits the top of your head, scolding you in grumbles.

“Never allowed, fish sticks and fries.”

You were practically an expert in Ranee talk at this point. You came to understand that he was demanding you to stay and never leave him again for that long. As much as you wanted to comply with such a request, you were going to get sick again if you didn't get out of this cold water.

Begrudgingly did Ranee help you back onto your kayak and pushes you back to shore. When you're drying off on the dock, you tell him what happen and give him a better explanation of what happened.

You're now stuck on that dock, listening to Ranee talk about what he had done while you were gone. He gurgles at your praises when he told you he swam through the harbor all by himself.

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[queer-n-here]

Hey I was the one who asked for the Sigma and Atsushi fic ur fine 😭 but anyways Atsushi n Sigma who love bite you without realizing that theyre doing it and it leads to smth else 🤫

Hey, thanks for sending it again bro! I'm double posting today cuz I felt kinda guilty for making you send this twice (and also cuz I literally have nothing else to do so...)

I hope you like it, and I hope it's worth the double ask!

Contents: Atsushi bites you in instinct first thing in morning, so you fuck him. Sigma bites you mid-breakdown, so you calm him down then fuck him!

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting (reader receiving), marking (Atsushi), nipple play (Atsushi), dubcon (Atsushi), cnc (Atsushi), edging and over stim (both mentioned for Atsushi), comfort (Sigma), gentle sex (Sigma), praise kink (Sigma)

Nakajima Atsushi

I can imagine him biting you. He's a tiger bruhh.

Anyways, on a more serious note

Atsushi who bites you first thing in the morning when you wake up beside him, too sleepy to even processing what he's doing.

Atsushi whose eyes widen when he finally does process it, scrambling away from you and apologizing profusely.

Atsushi who keeps opening and closing drawers to find a medical kit; he drew blood from your shoulder. You have to grab both his hands to stop him from moving.

Atsushi who blushes and shakes his head when you ask him if he's into that.

But you'd be stupid if you listened to him.

So don't.

Push Atsushi onto the bed, rip his clothes to pieces as he struggles beneath you, arguing how it's so early in the morning, that even the sun's not up properly, you can't possibly-

Prove him wrong, show him that you can fuck him that early in the morning, pinning his arms down on either side of his head as you kiss and bite his nipples, making them swell and grow erect at the touch of your lips.

Take both Atsushi's wrists in one hand and spread his legs wide open with the other, his asshole already loose from last night's activities.

He's struggling under you now, but you know for a fact that that's just how he likes it, that perverted little cat. He wants to feel your control of him. He wants to feel helpless under your strong grip.

Slowly, Atsushi's arguments will turn into moans and cries of pleasure as you enter him, your dick swelling at the sight of him beneath you.

Fuck him, pound him till his mind breaks, till he looses all his shame and reason.

Fuck Atsushi till he forgets his denial about biting you, and his teeth clamp down on your shoulder for the second time that morning, making you hiss in pain and speed your thrusts up.

Bully his nipples and mark his collarbone, his pale skin turning red and purple under your insistent lips as he pants and huffs, his back arching under you.

Make Atsushi see stars, edge him till he's begging you for release, hips bucking into yours.

Or over stimulate him till he hasn't got a drop of cum left in his balls, till he's coming up with dry orgasms.

He's all yours to play with, so don't stop till he really can't go on.

When you're done, kiss his forehead and tell him how good he did.

Sigma

Sigma bites you in the middle of a breakdown, so despite the spark of heat that that sends down to your crotch, you don't react.

He's barely able to breathe, heaving and panting as more tears stream down his already wet face, his hands fisting in the material of your shirt as he tries to remain in control of his mind.

You talk to Sigma, your voice soothing as you murmur sweet nothings into his ear, praising him incessantly, stroking the back of his head as he presses his face into your chest.

You're worried that he will suffocate, and so you try to pull away, but he doesn't let you, muffling his sobs and sniffles in your shoulder and clinging on.

You let him, holding him close to you and rubbing circles into his back to try to get him to calm down. He needs to calm down, and you hold him till he does.

Once Sigma relaxes, the stream of tears finally coming to a halt, you wipe his face gently and kiss his forehead, asking him if he's alright. He nods slowly.

You let him collect his bearings, not wanting to make him uncomfortable in any way. It ends up being him who brings it up.

Sigma notices the bite mark on the side of your neck, wincing at the broken flesh.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to."

He won't stop apologizing easily, so kiss him and slide your hand under his shirt, murmuring that you didn't mind, that he can do it again if he wants.

Flip Sigma over, make him lay on his stomach with his face pressed into a pillow and ass high up in the air. Enter him slowly, gentle as you can.

Kiss his shoulder blades, tell him how pretty he looks; that alone will have his wet hole fluttering around you beautifully.

Fuck Sigma, slow and gentle and just the way he likes it, his pants turning into loud moans as he tries to muffle them in the pillow, failing miserably when one particular thrust makes him arch his back and whine your name.

Hit his prostate again and again and again, each touch of your tip making his eyes blur up.

Be gentle, he likes it when you treat him like he's breakable; or be rough, he doesn't mind when you treat him like the cheap whore he is, either.

He's all yours to play with, so fuck him till you're both satisfied, till his beautiful hair is plastered to his forehead from fatigue, till his cheeks are all red and stained with tears, till his thighs are trembling with fatigue.

[rubra-wav]

Omgg, I need a Rosie x fem!Reader fic, where she introduces you to Alastor like her partner 😭💕

Rosie x introducing reader to Alastor

A/N: Today is Rosie day apparently bc I got 2 reqs I'm gonna be (hopefully at least) getting written abt her today.

I'm really sorry I just realised you said fic on this one, lmk if you'd like me to write it as a proper fic 💀

Cw: Sfw, Fem reader, slightly twisted fluff, cannibalism, kinda messed up relationship origin story haha

- When Rosie had brought out the tea set with a mixture of treats for Alastor and herself, and different sweets for you, you could feel yourself getting anxious about the meeting to come.

- You'd been dating the overlord for a little while now. With the 7th month approaching, Rosie wanted you to meet one of her longest friends.

- Wanted to solidify that you were her girlfriend more permanently.

- The public eye wasn't on you at all luckily due to you living in a town surrounded by ravenous cannibals who would protect you with tooth and nail due to dating their leader.

- However, during the time you'd been together, Rosie continued to receive suitors, which was uncomfortable for both of you.

- So she figured that she would start trying to make an effort to tell people she was in a completely monogamous relationship, one person at a time. Starting with her good friend Al, naturally.

- You truly didn't mind, but it was a little bit nerve-wracking meeting another overlord. Especially one who was long time friends with your lover.

- Rosie noticed you fidgeting nervously with your hands, looking down at the table set out before you.

- She let out a soft sigh and put down the box of tea bags she had been fussing with the choices of, walking to stand behind you and place her hands on your shoulders.

- "You'll be fine, heart! He's gonna love you. Maybe even half as much as I do!" She chuckled as your slightly unsure face peered backwards up at her.

- She leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, prompting you to relax and smile softly.

- As she did so, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind the two of you.

- You two turned to see the very recognisable Radio Demon standing there looking somewhat uncomfortable at the display of affection. You didn't even hear him approach the outdoor sitting area.

- "Good afternoon, ladies." Alastor recovered quickly as Rosie moved to properly greet him with a big hug, and you rose from your seat with a somewhat strained smile.

- As the two cannibal overlords embraced, you got a stab of being out of place... inadequate in comparison. I mean, you were just some nobody dating the (essentially) mayor of cannibal town, you were surely out of place in such company.

- You were knocked from your thoughts as you felt your hand taken and shaken, Alastor leaning down to get a closer look at you with an elated grin.

- "And you must be (name)! Brilliant to meet you darling, Rose has told me so much about you, it really is a pleasure!" He exclaimed, shaking your hand so enthusiastically you thought you might fall over if he kept it up.

- "Y-yes! It's very nice to meet you Al-" you startled, before correcting yourself. "Alastor! I mean. Sorry!" You apologised profusely for addressing him so informally.

- The man shook his head with a staticky bark of laughter. "Nonsense! Anyone who's this close to Rosie I see as a friend! Do feel free to call me Al, darling." He let go of your hand, finally ceasing the relentless handshake to go and take a seat at the table, musing to himself the whole way about how fun this was going to be.

- Rosie laughed softly at the surprise on your face, wrapping an arm around your lower back and guiding you toward the loveseat across from your grinning guest.

- Afternoon tea with Alastor went along swimmingly despite your prior stress about it.

- The whole time, your fingers were laced together with Rosie's as the three of you laughed and conversed cordially.

- "So, do tell me, how did you ladies meet one another?" Alastor asked, taking a sip of his tea with his red eyes flicking between the two of you.

- You laughed awkwardly, looking to Rosie with a slightly hesitant expression as to whether you should tell the truth exactly or not.

- Rosie shrugged, somewhat hesitant about it as well.

- You gulped, recollecting it all. "Well, my Rose and I met under.. inopportune circumstances." You said slowly, voice raising an octave at the end.

- Alastor put down his cup of tea with his eyebrows raised expectantly. "Oh~?" He looked all the more curious now.

- You took a deep breath, and Rosie chuckled next to you. "Well," Rosie picked up where you left off. "It's kind of funny now, but wasn't at the time that's for sure. She stumbled into the town's walls with a bleeding knee and the cannibals converged on her, trying to take her as a gift for me. It was my birthday the day afterwards, you see." The cannibal explained, talking with her hands as she told the story.

- Alastor looked at you in surprise. "My, that would have been quite a strange situation for you (name)."

- "it... sure was, yes. They brought me to her gagged and wrapped up in a big pink ribbon." You thought back in some unsureness. "They wanted to cook my heart particularly for her birthday meal, but wanted her to actually approve of me before serving me."

- Alastor laughed loudly at your words, shaking his head as he fought to compose yourself. "And what, she decided you looked like you tasted bad?" He looked at Rosie for more context, to find her shaking her head with a somewhat irritated look on her face.

- "Not at all, she looked far too good to eat. People like my husband belong on a platter, not those like my heart," Rosie looked to the side down at you with a fond smile. "I knew that even before we spoke."

- You blushed and smiled warmly at her, squeezing her hand as you looked lovingly up at her.

- "The second I looked into those big beautiful black eyes of her's, I knew I wanted to be with her. Weird I know to be on someone's literal chopping block and thinking that way." You chuckled, looking back at Alastor with a grin.

- Alastor grinned right back at you, expression softening slightly as he leaned his cheek on his palm. "Yes, however I'm glad to see that Rosie seems to be so happy with you. You two make an excellent pair from what I've seen."

- You and Rosie chuckled, agreeing with him. Definitely.

Helpppp now I kinda wanna write a prequel part 2 for their meeting aaa. I could call it 'Eat Your Heart Out or Give You Mine.'✨️😭

Or sumn like that.

[nana-kom]

Hi ~ it's me again ♡

I'm back with another idea since we talk about it hehe

How about a nice and cute summer fic with our favorite boy changbin 🤭

Just imagine : skz as a fraternkty getting invited to a pool party during summer break and everyone is surprised by changbin weight gain since he go from a pretty fit figure to a verry chubny one and he does seems in denial !

now visualize this scene: changbin falls into the swimming pool, his white t-shirt becomes wet, becoming transparent, leaving everyone with a view of his round and chubby body, much to the delight of his friends who greatly like the view (+ the others scenes we talked about 👀)

Ps : that initialy came from a dream i did 😭

Anyway take your time i love your fics my friend ♡

of course I can write this for you ���

and I hope you’ll like it, i made some small modifications but I’ll like that !

Enjoy 💜

Pool Party Day

Seungmin had spent the best year of his life, in fact, he didn’t really know if it had been the best, but since he had put his things down in the university dorms, and more specifically in the SKZ Fraternity, he had never been so happy. Whether at the university, during classes, or outside, Seungmin felt like his year had passed in a few seconds, especially since he had made the best friends he could have never suspected meeting. Chan, Changbin, Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin had joined the fraternity at the same time as him, which had strengthened their bond, especially with Felix since they had shared the same room during this year. One might think that he was sad and angry that this year was over, but something even better was about to take place, the fraternity’s annual pool party. Seungmin was just so excited about that that he was planning everything and couldn’t stop talking about it whenever the opportunity arose.

In fact, he was so excited that he had even spent his last few days going to the gym with Chan to prepare his body for this party. It must be said that with classes and exams, he hadn’t really been able to take care of himself, but he secretly hoped that his efforts would show and that he could potentially seduce the boy he liked. He wasn’t particularly superficial, but the way he thought about taking care of himself and getting handsome boosted his confidence.

That’s how he spent his last days, and finally, the big day arrived. He could hear the noises in the house and the music through the window, which meant the party had already started. Seungmin looked at himself in the mirror, fixed his hair, and adjusted his swimsuit properly before deciding that it wasn’t necessary to wear a t-shirt in this heat. He then took a deep breath, and finally, he left his room. As he closed the door, he ran into Jisung, who was also coming out of his room with a towel around his shoulders. Jisung approached Seungmin, smiling before lowering his eyes to his body.

“Well, I see you’ve made yourself look good for today. Come on, tell me! What’s got you so excited about a party like this?” Seungmin started blushing and looked away.

“Nothing...it’s our last party before we all go on vacation, so we might as well celebrate it properly, right?” said Seungmin, trying to convince himself.

“If you say so...come on, before the others get to the pool. Minho told me he would push me in, so I might as well get wet first!” said Jisung, starting to walk towards the stairs.

Seungmin started laughing and followed him, keeping his smile because nothing could ruin this beautiful summer day. Seungmin then opened the garden door, and as he stepped outside, he saw his friends around the buffet, chatting, while others were already dancing at the music. The garden was lively with the music that echoed almost through the neighborhood, and finally, Seungmin’s eyes landed on him, but he was slightly surprised, and his breath caught.

“Fuck…” he said under his breath, and Jisung didn’t notice, running towards Minho, who was standing at the edge of the pool, to start turning around him and teasing him about pushing him in the pool.

Yet Seungmin couldn’t move, his eyes were completely absorbed by Changbin. Since when had he gained so much weight ? When his belly started to cover his waist ? Since when did his chest droop and form a larger chest than some women ? Seungmin looked at his wide thighs rubbing against each other, the rolls of flesh on his back accumulating with every movement, and his heavy arms struggling to lift the food to his mouth. His hands were thick and pudgy, and his feet, too, were large and swollen. But above all, his protruding belly hung low, nearly covering his pelvis and causing his swimsuit to appear almost comically ill-fitting. His belly had a soft, sagging quality to it, with noticeable folds that jiggled with every step. Despite his efforts, Seungmin wondered what the underside of his underwear looked like, with its deep creases and the way it dug into his flesh, highlighting his body's bulk. Seungmin stood there, speechless, yet his whole body was boiling so much that even the cool water of the pool couldn’t have cooled him down.

Let me take you back a few months before. When Seungmin arrived at the fraternity, he immediately fell under Changbin’s charm. He behaved like an older brother to the others, supporting them all when they arrived, and helping them adapt to university life, as he was already in his second year. Seungmin and he had grown closer, but nothing more had happened between them. But as the months went by, Seungmin noticed that Changbin was spending more and more time working on his classes and less time going to the gym, and that he had found a job on the side in a neighborhood fast-food place, which also allowed him not to have to pay for his meals there. This had increased his consumption of fatty food, and Changbin had started to gain weight, but none of his friends had really noticed. After all, it wasn’t their bodies, and they had nothing to say. But the more months passed, the more Changbin’s appetite grew, and the weaker Seungmin became in his presence, watching him fill his belly and seeing his cheeks full when he ate, watching him gently massage his belly after a big meal, or simply watching him made Seungmin completely shy to be by his side, and maybe a little too excited.

That’s how, in a year, his first university crush transformed and became even more incredible in his eyes, which he hadn’t looked away from him since he stepped foot at this pool party. Hyunjin then arrived by his side and hugged him.

“I’m going to miss you so much, Seungmin. You’re coming back here next year, right?” he said, looking him straight in the eyes, and Seungmin smiled.

“Of course I am, who do you think is going to help you grade papers?” said Seungmin, teasing him slightly.

Hyunjin pouted slightly before starting to laugh and asking Seungmin questions about his vacation. They chatted quietly when Jisung started shouting that the last one in the water would have to do the dishes. Hyunjin then rushed towards the pool, running, leaving Seungmin rather surprised by his friends’ reaction as they all hurried to run towards the pool, but Seungmin didn’t move. His gaze simply turned towards Changbin, who also started running, or rather trying to run. Seungmin’s eyes focused on his belly that wobbled each time his foot hit the ground, and it was the same for his arms and thighs, even his double chin jiggled when he “ran” at that pace. Changbin then positioned himself above the pool and jumped in. Seungmin watched him, not wanting to miss any of the spectacle, and saw the water splashing all around the pool, and he even felt droplets hit his body. Changbin then resurfaced as the pool was still swirling from the movement of the water under his weight. The others acted as if nothing had happened, and they all started playing in the pool, and Seungmin didn’t notice Felix slipping beside him.

“Impressive?” he said, looking at Seungmin, who turned his head towards him, surprised.

“Wh-what?” he said, feeling his heart race and his cheeks turning red.

“Changbin...you’re not the only one who’s noticed his recent changes...oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to steal him from you. I can see how you’ve been looking at him since the beginning of the year...”

“Felix no...it’s not that...I…” Felix then started laughing.

“Stop reacting like that, you’re too cute when you act like nothing’s happening. Anyway, I’m going for a swim, so...enjoy doing the dishes!” said Felix, laughing and leaving him to realize that he was indeed the last one in the pool. Seungmin then sighed and dipped his legs in the water, sitting by the edge and watching the others play in the water when he felt a weight on his legs and saw Changbin holding onto his legs while keeping his body in the water.

“Are you having a good day? You were so excited about today,” said Changbin, holding onto him.

“The best day, yes, I’m going to miss you all,” said Seungmin, blushing.

“We’ll see each other in a few weeks, and then, why aren’t you swimming? Don’t you want to enjoy it a bit? Come on, please,” asked Changbin, curious to see him staying on the sidelines.

“If you insist like that, I can’t refuse you, Binnie.”

Seungmin then slid into the pool and found himself facing Changbin, shirtless, his fat shaking with the movement of the water and his wet hair highlighting his chubby face. Changbin then pulled him into the water, swimming, and he let himself be led, following him by kicking his feet. Jisung then pushed him to clear the middle of the pool to start a race. Seungmin then found himself against Changbin’s chest, feeling each of his rolls against him, and he couldn’t help but blush. He then moved aside and clung to the edge, watching the others swim in the pool as if it wasn’t obvious that Chan was going to win.

“You look cute today by the way…” hearing Changbin’s words beside him, Seungmin couldn’t help but freeze, almost hearing his heart beating despite the commotion. He then turned his face towards his friend, trying not to seem unsettled.

“Thank...you look...very good...too…” he said, trying to sound natural.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to return the compliment...I was stressed about today...I wasn’t like that last year and I notice how you keep looking at my belly...but...I guess I can’t really stop it now,” Seungmin’s heart was about to burst, and he couldn’t think straight when he heard that Changbin actually noticed that he was looking at him.

“No...you don’t have to change! I would never judge you, never! I...sorry if I gave you that impression...actually, it’s quite the opposite?”

“The opposite?” asked Changbin surprised

"I couldn’t…take my eyes off you…you’re so perfect that…I can’t…stop thinking about you…" Seungmin noticed Changbin's cheeks turning red and the way he adorably looked away, biting his lips.

"Well…you’re not the only one…" Seungmin felt himself falling apart, and if their friends hadn’t called them back to the terrace for dinner, he might have just let himself sink into the pool, his legs were shaking that much.

Seungmin then turned around in the pool, noticing there wasn’t a ladder. He furrowed his brow, realizing they must have forgotten that detail when organizing the party. The others didn’t really pay attention and climbed out by pushing themselves up with their arms. Seungmin’s heart started to race as he watched Changbin head towards the edge. He began to push up on his arms, but the gap between the water and the edge was bigger than expected. Also, since the fraternity had once been the university’s swimming club, the pool didn’t have a shallow end. Seungmin noticed Changbin struggling to pull himself up and moved closer to him. Changbin's arms flexed with effort, his brows furrowed in concentration, but there was a noticeable struggle. His movements were slow, labored attempts, his muscles strained, but his body didn’t cooperate the way it usually did. There was no denying it, Changbin’s usually toned physique had softened a bit, making this simple task a lot harder than it should have been.

"Do you need help?" Seungmin asked shyly, not wanting to be rude.

"I…yes…please…" Changbin said, letting out a little groan of frustration. He used to be so muscular and fit, and now he couldn’t even lift himself from a pool.

"Guys…" he said loudly, and the others turned to look at him. "Can you help me? It’s hard to get out of the pool for…some of us…" Seungmin said, trying to be nice.

"Oh my- yes, of course!" Chan said, jumping back into the water, followed by the others. He quickly swam over to Changbin's side. Felix followed right behind as well as the others.

"Come on, we’ve got you!" he said, positioning himself on the other side of Changbin. They both tried to lift him out together, but it became clear that it wasn’t going to be enough. Seungmin, who had been watching from the sidelines, sighed and got up.

"On three, ok?" Chan said, taking charge as usual. "One, two, three!"

Seungmin started pushing and pulling together with the others to help Changbin out of the pool. Chan and Jisung supported Changbin from under his arms, while Seungmin and Hyunjin took hold of his back and legs. Felix guided them from the front, making sure they were lifting in sync. With everyone’s combined effort, Changbin finally began to rise out of the water. It wasn’t really a smooth process—there was a lot of splashing, laughing, and even a few slips—but after a few more grunts and pushes, Changbin was finally sitting on the pool's edge, water dripping off him as he caught his breath.

"See? Eight is fate, we always need all of us!" Chan said, clapping Changbin on the back with a proud smile. Seungmin saw Changbin looking around at all of them, a mix of gratitude and embarrassment on his face.

"Thanks, guys," he muttered, still trying to catch his breath. Seungmin smiled, feeling a bit flushed from the situation; maybe he was also trying to catch his breath. Seungmin noticed Jisung approaching Changbin with a teasing look in his eyes. Jisung always liked to tease Changbin, and Seungmin knew he couldn’t resist one last quip.

"Next time, we’ll just bring a crane." Seungmin watched everyone burst into laughter, including Changbin, who shook his head in amusement but still felt a little shy about it. Seungmin then approached Changbin and sat next to him.

"You’re okay?" he asked, delicately touching his hand.

"That was a little bit…ridiculous, wasn’t it?" Changbin said, biting his lip and looking at his belly. Seungmin couldn’t help himself and placed his hand over Changbin’s, which was resting on his stomach.

"This. Will never be ridiculous. I love it as much as…I…like you…" he said, feeling his heart race, and Changbin smiled.

"So, that’s why you were so excited for today!" Changbin said, starting to tease him back, and Seungmin blushed.

"At least I can still get out of the pool by myself," Seungmin said, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Good thing I have you by my side now…maybe I’ll need you more often…" Seungmin blushed and leaned closer to Changbin’s face, just a few inches away.

"Bin…if I’m by your side…you’ll need help much more often…because there’s no way I could say goodbye to that belly…"

"Help him make it bigger then…" Seungmin looked at Changbin with a bold look and finished by teasing him one last time.

"Jisung was definitely right…next time…eight people won’t be enough…"

[gurofushi]

sex education

𝜗𝜚 marius von hagen x fem! reader x vyn richter

summary; marius von hagen's private tutor, vyn richter, doesn't quite approve of how your boyfriend recklessly toys with your body. luckily, mr. vin has a master's degree in sex education and he's more than willing to share a thing or two for today's lesson.

warnings; nsfw, cuckolding (i guess?? marius is ur bf but vyn's doing most of the work)

a/n; i've had this in my drafts for probably like a year now?? 😭 i don't play tot anymore i apologize if i depicted any elements included in this imagine incorrectly!

🦷 (apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

“no, that's not quite right, you're not supposed to pet it like that. don't tell me that's how you treat actual cats?”

vyn sighs, watching as marius toy with your clit, moving his thumb in quick and tight circles. groaning in frustration, he stops and pulls his hand away from your wet cunt.

“shut up, vyn. if you're so good at making girls cum, then prove it.” he hisses, completely ignoring your whines of displeasure when he diverted his attention away from you.

you silently huff as you watch them bicker on and on about how bad of a job marius is doing– or about how vyn is acting like he ‘enjoys having a stick up his ass’ when he ‘brags about how great he is at making girls cum on his ugly shoes.’

if it wasn't for the way your own juices dripped onto the sheets from your aching pussy, you'd already be laughing your heart out at your boyfriend's inappropriate remarks.

with a small smile adorning his lips, vyn takes off his glasses and makes his way towards the bed where you and marius laid on.

“if you'll have me.”

marius grumbles and moved to sit beside you– not without rolling his eyes, of course. taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes it tightly and pecks your forehead. the gesture made your heart flutter.

he was obviously jealous and didn't like the idea of having to share you. but he brushed off his own thoughts away, taking advantage of the opportunity to properly learn how to please you.

you didn't have a problem with the way marius made love to you, but it was endearing to see how willing he was to bring you into more pleasure.

smiling at your sweet exchange, vyn averts his gaze back onto you. he settles on the spot between your legs and starts to caress your thighs gently, gliding his hands up and down your sides before finally taking your clit between his thumb and pointer finger.

you could immediately tell the difference between the way the two men treated you. when it comes to sex, marius' always moves with a sense of urgency and desire. he absolutely adores you and your body, so when you two got in the mood, he'd always run his hands all over your body. relishing in the way your soft skin reacted to his touches, he focuses on giving you as much simulation as he can offer, just so he can have you begging him to stop while his fingers abuses your insides relentlessly.

meanwhile, vyn likes to take his time. he takes pride in being able to have his significant other writhing under him, pleading for him to go faster. he's like a snail, going at a frustratingly slow pace while leaving tracks of his saliva on their body. he knows what he's doing, of course. he takes pleasure in watching his partner bounce on his cock as they plead for release, he always stays still until he sees those pretty tears slide down their cheeks, before immediately gripping onto their hips and mercilessly thrusting up into them.

you didn't realize it at the time, but maybe you really did enjoy the change of pace. vyn's handwork was thorough but efficient, and before you knew it, you had your hips lifting off the bed as the sweet feeling of release finally buzzes through your whole body.

“see, that wasn't so hard was it?” vyn chuckled in amusement, though it wasn't clear if he was talking to you for finally cumming or to marius for finally making me cum.

marius huffs, rolling his eyes whilst brushing his fingers through your hair. “whatever, richter. lesson's over.”

vyn laughs at your boyfriend's angry tone, before promptly getting up to gather his belongings.

“i hope you've learned something, von hagen. i'll see you during our next lesson.” he said as he approaches us for the last time, giving your sensitive cunt a small pat before he leaves the room altogether– making marius even more upset at the way you responded to the gesture with a whimper.

silence overcomes the room for a brief moment, nothing but your laboured breathing filling the hot atmosphere of the painter's room. feeling exposed as the cold gust of wind from the air conditioner hits your inner thighs, you close your legs, quietly lifting your head up to marius to see how he's holding up.

“. . . fuck that guy. open your legs again, i can make you cum in whatever way i want.”

[kairiscorner]

Im obbesses w spider noir for some reason and idk why. But i wanna req a story and u pick whoever is the love interest (i want to be spider noir but HE DOESNT FIT THIS KIND OF GENRE 😭😭 but i hope yk spider noir or hobie YKKK~ HAHAHAHAHAH) 😏 HAHAHAH natatawa ako 😭

Anyways this is a req: so miguel is holding a meeting right w some spideys then miguel suddenly calls y/n in his watch (aka his non bio suddenly adopted daughter who was also a spidey) for her to help the upcoming mission.

Then suddenly, miguel counts to 3..2..1… and the there was a smoke bomb in the room! And miguel says “here she comes..” with his palm on his forehead. And when the smoke is clear u are posing like this : https://pin.it/6sHhLLK (search on google.) with a spiderman suit w a mask on under your short silky black dress with heels. Waving to them “Hey fellas!” With a jokingly seductive tone. Then the love interest stares at y/n, falling in love 😍

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH NAYATAWA AKO SA LOKOHAN KO HAHAHAH BUT I HOPE U SEE THIS COS IDK WHATS GOING ON W MY MIND HAHAHAHAH

BWAHAHAHHAHAHA NATAWA RIN AKO RITO WEYT ok noong una, di ko gets, PERO I THINK GETS KO NA SIYA........? SORRY IF THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU ASKED FOR BUT THIS IS HOW I INTERPRETED IT YUHYUH

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

when the skrunkly <333

"so that wraps up today's meeting, does anyone--oh, you finally showed up." miguel said with a slight grunt and a hint of annoyance in his tone as the tall, lanky, dark complexioned boy walked in with a confident smirk and with his hands in his vest pockets. he raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled into an even bigger grin, one of satisfaction for having defied miguel's expectations at even showing up just as the meeting was about to be wrapped up. "at least i'm here, aren't i?" he asked in a sly tone, one that acted as provocation for miguel's worsening temper.

"anyway..." miguel began again as hobie, quite loudly, pulled a chair--dragging it against the floor, creating as much friction as he could--and loudly plopped himself down on the chair. he leaned the chair back and placed his feet up on the table, to the distaste of the spider people adjacent to him. "go on." hobie said in a casual manner. "i'm not even here." he said as he leaned further back.

miguel let out a long sigh at hobie's defiant acts of annoying rebelliousness. "anyway, like i was saying, we have a new recruit that'll be joining us today." he said as everyone began buzzing, wondering who this new recruit would be. hobie laid back further in his chair, and though he appeared as if he couldn't care less about this new recruit, he did want to get to know them once they got there.

"hey, where are you?" he asked in a hushed voice as the new recruit appeared on the other end. faint giggling, explosions, and not so family friendly words were heard in the background. "oh, hi mig!" you called out from the other end. miguel lowered the volume on his watch as he scowled at you. "i gave you permission to go on that joyride but not doing--is that a duck?" he asked in angry manner as you tried to explain yourself.

hobie was enjoying the scene from afar, not sitting down a little more properly, grinning to himself as he indulges in miguel's frustrated figure as, who he assumed was the new recruit, was pissing him off immensely. the best part was that miguel let you do what you wanted. that must've meant you really mattered to him, to give you permission to do things he'd never let just anyone do.

miguel grunted in irritation as he ended the call. "right when i needed them to come on their first mission..." he murmured and pinched the bridge of his nose. before anyone could react, miguel was already counting down in his head.

"3..."

the sound of something metal clinking on the floor reverberated throughout the room, causing for everyone to look that way.

"2..."

the metal container soon released a flurry of gas, a cloud so thick that it enveloped the whole room, causing for everyone to wheeze and cough at the gas as they fanned the air away. hobie, meanwhile, tried to see the figure that came up from the smoke, the silhouette coming closer and closer as the cloud began to dissipate.

"1..."

"hey fellas!" exclaimed and excited and playful voice that threw themselves on the table and slid over on it, lying sideways while leaning the side of your head on your fist so confidently on the table, winking at a few spider people. "hi dad!" you exclaimed as you waved at miguel all joyfully, with him clicking his tongue and muttering something repeatedly in spanish.

you had a short, silky black dress on with heels; presumably from an event you had to attend undercover. but underneath that was your spider suit and covering your very excited and enthusiastically chaotic face was your mask.

"everyone, this is--" miguel began, but you interrupted him. "his one and only spider student! nice to meet you lot!" you beamed all happily as you stood up on the table, earning stares and looks of confusion, concern, and awe from one soul from across the table. from hobie brown.

hobie watched as you teased miguel, with him trying to keep a straight, unaffected demeanor as you kept trying to butter him up and get him to let loose. hobie admired your boldness, nobody he's ever met was able to worm their way into miguel's heart as well as you have, and... you've caught his attention with such little effort already. just being your adorable, chaotic self already sold him to you.

as miguel adjourned the meeting once and for all, hobie called out to you. "man, what a killer suit you have, it's mad wicked." he complimented. you giggled. "why, thank you! who are you? oh, you have such a cool hairstyle! and are those piercings? miguel! let me get some! it'll be fun!" you exclaimed to the big man as he pinched his nose bridge again and told you both to get out.

hobie chuckled. "say, would you like to come with me and deface some property?" he offered with a smirk, which you reciprocated with a wide grin. "that's my favorite pastime, of course!" you beamed as you took hobie's arm, and with an assuring smile, you both swung out of there, much to miguel's disappointment because you were both assigned on a mission.

"i love how you can't do a thing about either of them." lyla quipped as she showed up, smirking at miguel as he sighed. "just make sure to keep the reminder to come back here before 7 on their watch." he said as he resigned to his chair in front of the monitors. lyla laughed. "uh, yeah, no can do. they disabled it the moment they came in here."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"because it's funnier to see you in angry dad mode. now, smile." lyla said as she took a picture of miguel scowling, and saved it in an album with your name on it and on the caption it said: 'his first freak out at you running away with a boy you probably like !!'

a/n: i was gonna make hobie say, "that your kid, miguel?" but i think that would've killed everybody in the room 😭😭😭

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @k4tsu3

[novelcain]

Oooooh~ just imagine, once Wukong realizes (and finally accepts) his feelings towards Reader..

He just gradually (and subconsciously) starts trying to Woo her! 😆 doing little things like hunting for the best food MEAT to show he’s capable of providing for her as a Mate, being an✨EXTRA✨show-off when taking down Demons, and protecting the group.. Randomly grabbing her✨princess style✨whenever he sees even the vaguest opportunity to do so. Not to mention all the Demon courting rituals involved..

(Plus of course Sandy’s LIVING THE DREAM!! Egging him on ALLLL the way, like “Oh, I heard elder Sister say she wished to eat (Insert desired Meat here) today..” Because by buddha, he WIlL see his OTP become Canon! DAMN IT!!)

And if Pigsy tries to sabotage Wukong’s endeavors to be Reader’s Mate.. Then.. ~Oh my, would you look at that, for some strange reason Sandy has Pigsy all hogtied~

🎃~

Tripitaka: Please stop you’re supposed to be Buddhist!😭😭😭

Omg Wukong was already a menace when it came to precious items but gods is it so much worse now. He’s in full blown courting demon brain now. Him seeing anything shiny or soft is far to much for his sweet little impulsive monkey brain to handle. He’s stealing from any thief he comes into contact with now and just hiding the bodies instead of trying to negotiate with them. And when Tripitaka and Reader ask where and how he got all this stuff he just says he bought it or traded for it but that’s not ANY better to them because the others know he doesn’t have any money or anything to trade so that would mean that he’s been using his fur to make his own money which is illegal.

But he can’t help it! Every single cell in his body is telling him to woo his potential mate and it’s to the point that his demon instincts are tell him to just steal her away to Flower Fruit Mountain where he can properly shower her in all his treasures like the queen he intends to make her.😌😌

Also Wukong when learns that Pigsy would dare stand in his way of wooing his mate:

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 10

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1457

Smut warning!! Masturbation only.

Masterlist

A/n: of course I figure out how to write longer chapters when there's a smutty Joe Goldberg scene involved... Also, I realized today the whole "but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you" in the summary isn't actually that "soon". I'm just having way too much fun with stalker Joe...

Radio silence.

That's what the past two weeks have been, and it's my own fault. I fucked up. I tried to push for too much too fast.

When we left the festival, everything seemed fine. I got you a cheap burger and some coffee like I promised, and I sobered you up like I promised, and I got you home safely like I promised, and everything was just great. Then, the next day, I texted you:

ME: Do you want to get dinner with me after work tonight?

And you answered:

And I told you of course but then the weekend came along and you told me you had a thing, and then the next week you were busy, and now it's been two weeks of us barely talking. You're not even that busy, (Y/n). I know because you stay in every night eating twizzlers and watching Netflix. You're not even reading, which may have been a good excuse to bail on me if the book was really, really good.

YOU: ugh!!! i can't 😭 i'm sorry this week is going to be the worst

YOU: maybe this weekend? 😁

Well, today, I'm figuring out why you won't talk to me. It's easy as pie. First, I call a plumber about a leak in your bathroom. I make sure to pick a big company, so the person on the phone definitely won't be the person who comes by. Then, after your landlady has opened the door for the guy they sent, I go in and call:

“Babe? I thought you promised you weren't gonna leave the door open anymore! Oh, hello.” I act surprised to see the plumber coming out of the bathroom. “Are you… supposed to be in here?”

“Got a call about a leak. Everything seems fine, though.”

“(Y/n)’s always saying she's sure somethings wrong in there. I keep telling her there's nothing wrong at all.” I make a motion with my hand. “She's just not strong enough to close the tap all the way.”

Your apartment is old. I really hope I'm right about your taps being old, too.

“Well, there are no leaks,” the plumber says. “And you can tell her I said so.”

“Well, thank you for coming out, anyway.”

“Yup.”

I lie on your bed for a while, breathing in your scent. Then I go into your bathroom and smell your soaps. None of this is why I came here, but I can't help myself. I'm drunk on you.

And then the guy leaves.

I am gloriously alone inside your space. It's even better up close than from a distance: your books are all well-read, and on the wall where the windows are, you've got posters of old shows and movies. You've got a cd-player underneath your window which can't be seen from outside, and a cd-pole, too. You’ve got Bowie and Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana, and you don't just have them to have them either. They're not dusty, which means you actually play them.

Finally, I find your laptop. It's underneath your bed, just where you always leave it. You never close it down properly and you don't have a password, which means I'm in.

You are logged into WhatsApp and Discord. I can read all your texts. Your e-mail is open, too. This is the history of you, right at my finger tips.

I check the time. Four pm. Another hour until you even start to go home.

First, I check your texts. You are texting right now: your mom. Or at least, you sent your last message to her ten minutes ago, and you're still waiting for an answer. It's all in Dutch, though, and if I take the time to translate everything, I'll be here for far too long.

Your texts with Nadia are the same deal. Dutch. I translate the last few, from last night, because I think you might have actually said something meaningful to her, but nope:

YOU: what colour should i dye my hair?

NADIA: No!!! You finally have your own colour back and you TOLD ME to stop you if you tried to bleach it again!

YOU: ok but what if i dont bleach it

NADIA: I will fly over there and kick your ass.

I smile. I still like Nadia.

Below that exchange, there is your work group chat. Then, there are your messages to me. You don't text a lot of people, it appears.

Your Discord is the same: a whole lot of nothing. Most of the messages are years old and while I would love to go through them sometime, to get to know a younger version of you, today is not the right day.

Your email is more interesting. You, (Y/n), have a penpal. Here's the latest in a long, long email chain:

To: Greybird@wirrhino.com

Subject: WHY AM I LIKE THIS

hey hey,

i know we haven't talked in a while (why does every email we send each other start like that omg) but i miss you, and i wanna talk to you, and i figured you don't mind getting a message at like 3 am.

how are you doing? how's your family? how's the manny-ing job going? (is that even how you say that? idk. i'm not english and i will never pretend to understand the intricacies of the jokes of this language.)

a lot has been going on with me, i'll be honest. for one, as you know, i moved to new york!!! fucking finally. we are in the same country now, which means we have to plan that road trip across the states soon. come on, grey. we've been talking about it since we were 16 and we WILL make it happen. i will murder you if you say no!!!

anyway. things are good here. ish. you know how it is. the job is jobing. i don't think anybody there really likes me. actually i'm pretty sure no one there does. it's super lonely.

at least i've made a friend! his name's joe. he works at a bookstore so you just KNOW i have a crush on him. but also he's my only friend here and i don't want to ruin that. but i kind of am ruining it bc now i'm avoiding him bc i'm 100% sure he likes me too and WHY AM I LIKE THIS, GREY?? ANSWERS ARE NEEDED! but yeah. he's really great. and cute. and ugh.

write back!! i need advice and also i need to hear about your life.

love,

(Y/n)

I have never been so happy, (Y/n). I love this Grey, whoever he is, because you told him I'm really great. And cute. And ugh.

Also, you said you have a crush on me. I knew it! You are obsessed with me. You send emails about me at three am. You think I'm great, and cute, and ugh. You are avoiding me because you want to jump my bones. You are so obsessed with me you can't stand to talk to me.

I lie back on your bed and stare at the ceiling and I'm hard. Harder than I've ever been. I press my hand against my cock and then I unzip my jeans and stroke myself and is this love, (Y/n)? Will we one day tell our children you couldn't stand to be near me because you loved me so much?

Great. And cute. And ugh.

Great. And cute. And ugh.

One day soon you will show me that email and you will be so embarrassed, but I will tell you how adorable you are. I will tell you I was in love with you from the start, from the moment we met. Then you'll kiss me and you'll ride me right on this bed, right in front of this window where anyone can see us–

I check the time again. I need to get going soon, or you're going to catch me here. One day it will be expected of me to be waiting for you after work, but that day is not today.

I come hard, all over my fingers but luckily not on anything else. Part of me wants to wipe my hand on your sheets just so you'll smell me tonight, but I know you're not ready for that.

I go and wash my hands in your bathroom. The one where there isn't any leak.

I replace your laptop, make sure your bed is exactly as it was when I came in (messy, so that's easy) and pick up a sock you left on the floor. That'll be a keepsake for me. A reminder of this day, when you told someone you had a crush on me. That I am great. And cute. And ugh.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Okay, imagine the reader has trouble sleeping (like insomnia or something) and König is just like "Look! I got you this really tasty smoothie... totally doesn't have sleep meds in it 👁️👁️..."

And I saw a tiktok where this boyfriend was like "this is how much I eat in a day! (A full breakfast, healthy lunch and fulfilling dinner"). and for his girlfriend it was like "she eats a cookie in the morning (optional)" and I thought it was so true cuz I forget to eat sometimes 😭.

Surely König would make sure Engel is in proper health right? (this could also tie into the 'more you need him the better he feels abt himself' thing).

You know I have this hc of König that he treats almost every situation in life as a problem that simply needs to be fixed! He will fix everything (or die trying), from cars to guns to computers to people. Whether it's eliminating “the evil” or taking care of his Engel, König deals with his, uh, human problems accordingly so yes he would slip medicine in her drink if he needs to! She’s his responsibility, after all.

König doesn’t always remember to take care of himself but he does take care of Engel, asks if she has eaten today, asks if anyone has bothered her. It's her new normal to give him a detailed report whenever they see each other. (And isn't it nice to finally have a guy who is so interested in her feelings and affairs? It's not a report, she's just telling him how her day has been. Right…?)

König can and will take care of his beloved, but he's not exactly a mother hen about it. This man treats every problem with a soldier's efficiency. An optional cookie would not suffice for breakfast, if he sees Engel trying to pull off something like that he will force her to sit back down. Neither of them are going anywhere until she has eaten properly.

If she falls ill, König will try to take time off work. It's as if she's suddenly a child he needs to tend to for a couple of days. His one and only needs him, so how could he go to work? (König would never let an opportunity like this pass, Engel being in a state of helplessness and need is catnip to him)

[baduzzxy]

heyyyy

i couldn’t hind in your page anywhere on your page if you take requests or not so this isn’t a request u less you want it to be😭😭

but i was reading the second dad!gaz piece (LITERALLY LOVE BTW, ITS ADORABLE£) and i raise you one more. Dad!gaz sitting his daughter down and trying to help her appreciate her curls after she comes home one day wanting straight hair, yes s this is extremely self indulgent as that was me as a kid

SENDING MY LOVE, LOOK AFTER YOURSELF MWAH MWAH

hiiii yes yes yes i love requests !!!!!

thank you for requesting this lol it lowkey healed my inner kid as well bc i grew up getting bullied for my confusing mix of curly/wavy hair i literally go to school with sunflower oil in my hair to atleast make it a bit STRAIGHT and damn bro my hair STANK. so yeah i got picked on a lot and writing this healed me. i love u vro tnx for requesting this again.

dad!141 x mama!reader series

it’s a sunny weekend, and his baby deemed it to be park day! the now 4 year old running around the house with her socked feet to get ready for the day.

that’s what usually happens.

it’s different today, no pitter patter of feet excitedly zooming around the house, just silence. Imagine the worry you and Gaz had when you knocked on your princess’s door and all you heard were muffled sniffles, got dad!Gaz almost kicking the door down, the sound of his baby girl in distress activated his fight or flight response immediately.

you find her infront of the lil wooden vanity uncle Soap made her, detangling brush on her left hand, and the mess of her brushed out curls on the right, clutching in frustration.

Oh how your heart dropped at the sight, walking to kneel infront of your daughter as sobs racks through her, her dada following suite to drop onto his knees and ready to investigate what happened, and why it happened, and potentially, who happened.

you and Kyle shared a soft, and finally understanding look, as you listen to her tiny sobs, how she wanted to look like her playmates, straight strands of hair everywhere she goes, how sometimes she feels so left out when they play their little dollies on the sandbox. It breaks your heart to see your daughter get insecure of her beautiful curls, why, you adore them! you tell her, i love them best! especially since you’ve got them from dada! Her watery eyes look up to her dad, bottom lip still trembling.

You watch him take a deep breath, nothing could have prepared him for this moment, but he pushes through- tells his baby to look at you, my darling, my sweetest girl. He runs a hand through her brushed out curls, your hair is unique, my love. For you to compare your gorgeous curls to- to- no hate to their straight hair my love but, gosh! that is so scandalous!

you almost audibly let out a sigh of relief as she giggles at her dada’s antics, slowly but surely leaving the room as your husband guides her how to properly take care of her hair, some hair mask here, some mousse right there.

And at the moment you stand by the door to leave, you glance at the two light of your life, a wink and a kiss blown to you by your husband, you giddily catch it and place it on your chest.

[mxsonxmountx]

MM x Exam Season

Word count: 804

Requested: Yes/No

Requests: Open/Close

Bold: Mason

Italics: you

AN: I don’t go to uni so i had to look at the grades online, pls forgive me. I had this all typed out on my laptop which was supposed to be longer, then it all got deleted 🙃😭

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You’ve had exams every other day for the past 2 weeks. 2 weeks you haven’t seen your boyfriend Mason, 2 weeks you haven’t seen your family. Being known as masons’ girlfriend had its pros and cons, being in the family and friends area at Chelsea every other week was the best part. Cons? Not seeing him as much as you’d like and the hate. But with both having busy schedules you both came to terms with it eventually. You had your last exam in a weeks’ time, you agreed that Mason could stay for the week since the football season is over. You was in your garden with your books and he was kick his ball up and down on the concrete, you never had an issue with it but the sound was beginning to irritate you more than you thought.

“Mase please can you stop? Just for two hours? Please? I really need to concentrate.” “But you don’t give me attention when you study. I haven’t seen my girlfriend in weeks and all she does is study when I’m around” and with that his ball smashes your laptop “y/n I’m sorry. Please forgive me” you didn’t even stay to accept his apology, you went straight to your study room, locked yourself in and screamed. You had books that you could study from, but all your notes was on your laptop... every single note you made was on there, and now it’s gone. Because of your boyfriend couldn’t wait for a couple of hours for your attention.

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Before you knew it, it’s was approaching 7pm and you could smell the freshness of something cooking but you hadn’t done any shopping in weeks due to stressing over your exams. “Why have you done this? I told you I’d be okay on a coffee and red bull” “I made it because I can tell that’s all what you’ve had for the past two weeks, I’ve made you a proper home cooked stew. Just like when we was kids, what my mum used to make us both” “I’ll eat it, but after I need to study” “not until I’ve given you a bath, you need to relax. I can tell that your stress levels are through the roof. You don’t need to stress too much you’ve got the final exam and I know that you will pass it without a doubt” just those words made you cry, yes all the stress and build-up of the anxiety hasn’t helped but that just topped it off and you needed a good cry. “I know I know but it’s just all too much for me right now. I’m sorry that I haven’t been replying to your calls, or seeing you properly in the last two weeks but this is the big exam Mase” he hugged you even tighter than before “listen its okay. Once this final exam is over with, we’ll go on holiday. Just you and me. We need some time together we’ve both been stressed and struggling at the moment. We deserve it” you both stay there for a little while longer before deciding to eat.

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A week later you was awake at 5am, going over your notes that you made, ready to leave for uni at 8am, for the exam to start at 9:15. You was nervous but you could just about keep your nerves to a limit. Going into the hall you felt your phone vibrate and it was a message from mason:

Mase: good luck today angel, we’re all behind you. Go make us all proud. See you soon. Love you xxxxx

You didn’t have enough time to reply but he was definitely your good luck charm. All the weeks of studying is now down to this final exam.

Roughly a month later, it was results day. You wanted everyone to be there with you but it wasn’t possible, so you and Mase decided to set up both laptops (he brought you a new one) and have a zoom call so your family, his family and the Chelsea boys could celebrate with you all at once. You would be getting the results via email, time was going slow, slower than before. Your anxiety was skyrocketing and so was your blood pressure. You kept refreshing your emails from 8:58, you was too nervous to read them out for yourself so Mason read them out for everyone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the results are in…” “Hurry up Mase please this isn’t helping” “I can proudly say my girlfriend got a…” “It’s not higher than D1 is it?” “A1! You’ve passed baby! You’ve passed!” Everyone cheered, you couldn’t believe it, and you passed all the stress was finally worth it. “I can’t believe I did it, I passed. I’m now officially smarter than my footballer boyfriend” “watch it misses”

[ohbo-ohno]

.. that purge playlist screenshot got me thinking..

the annual purge has started. Soap is confident in himself, staying alive tonight. Locked up in his home, which is out of the way and secured properly(he’s an explosives expert, what did you expect?), so, yeah! He’s making it through. He already does enough killing in his job, he doesn’t want to spend leave doing what he’s no doubt gonna do when he gets back.

all’s well, it’s late, and Soap’s getting ready to head off to bed in his basement. Simple, easy, super secure. He’d hear anyone trying to get in, and his weapons are right at his side! An easy night! .. right?

it’s late. Or early? It’s still dark out when he jolts awake to a crash. Did- did something just break? Where was it? He climbed out of his little makeshift bed, grabbing his gun, just in case.

goes upstairs, there’s nothing there.. musta been a ‘coon! Yeah.

except, it wasn’t. When Soap gets back down into the basement after doing a quick patrol of the house, someone’s down there. A big hulking someone who looks.. familiar.

before he can put his finger on it, that big someone lunges for him, pulling Soap’s back against his big chest as he wraps his hands wrap around his throat, cutting off his air.

that’s when it hits him. That smell. That’s Ghost’s cologne!

uhhh the brainworms stopped brainworming so blah blah Soap wakes up, groggy and chained to a bed. Not his own. Tries to look around, all he sees is the large bed he’s laying on in a dark room. maybe an hour or so later, someone comes down into the room. Ghost. Mmmmakes a comment about how Soap was out longer than he thought he would be, how he should have closed the door behind him going back down into his basement, uhhhhahhdsh yeah

(this is really fucking long I’m so sorry feel free to ignore I JUST HAD TO GET THIS OUT sorry if you don’t want long things like this sent into your inbox 😭😭)

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that purge playlist is because im writing a ghoap x reader purge au (that i hope to have finished today) for the love of my life lumi

there's soooo much you can do with a purge au!!! you could have ghost use soap as basically a hunting dog, dragging victims to his master for him to kill. you could have reader as a bonkers insane murderer who ghoap become obsessed with after see her kill someone. you could have poor ol' johnny get taken and kidnapped :/

i loooooove your idea, and i'll add a tiny little layer to it if you don't mind:

maybe johnny's a barista and ghost is one of his regulars. he comes in at the same time everyday (not super weird at a coffee shop) and always waits in johnny's line, even if the other line is shorter. he's intense and creepy as hell, barely ever speaking - as soon as johnny figured out his regular order, he stopped speaking at all. he gives johnny heebie-jeebies, but he tips like $20 every day, so whatever

except the day of the purge, he finally speaks. says something super generic like "goin' out tonight?" and johnny gives back an easy answer (no, i'm no fool, smth like that), and ghost says "good. make sure you don't leave your place. never know who you might run into out there."

which like. creepy, but no creepier than ghost (which is the name he always gives, and there's no way it's his actual name yeah?) has ever been. johnny brushes it off, forgets it by lunch

and of course, simon is very glad to see his boy listened to him when he stops by his apartment that night and sees he's locked in. too bad he couldn't afford a better security system

[thecountesstribe]

HOTD 2X5 THOUGHTS.

I knew after coming off an action packed episode, the pace would've slowed down and I'm not mad at it.

BAELA AND JACE WERE THE MVP'S OF THIS EPISODE. THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!! AFTER THE DROUGHT THAT THEY HAD IN SEASON 1 AND THE BEGINNING OF SEASON 2, WE'RE FINALLY BEING FED.

The Targtowers parading around Meleys head this episode has got to be one of the dumbest shit besides putting bbq Aegon on the throne they've ever done. Yes let's galavant the one thing that keeps us in power and the realm in order for a petty show of arrogance. That makes sense. The small folk immediately being “nah this ain't it” is so funny and a sign of all the things to come for them. They're idiots! Meleys wasn't no traitor you bums, you were. Get all the greens off my screen.

Aegon's suffering, I used to pray for times like this. It's highly unlikely Sunfyre is dead. Alicent and Crybaby Cole aren't together anymore..... Fuckin yes. I told you guys Alicent is delusional as hell, she really thought the same council that she helped usurped Rhaenyra's birthright because she's a WOMAN, would've let her, a woman rule them? Criston, Larys and Aemond not backing her had to taste like gravel going down. It's deserved. She had the opportunity to do the right thing and she forfeited it again and again and again. Fuck Almond today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the next day after that and the day after forevermore. If I was him I would take Haelena's words as an ill omen.

I felt for Corlys man. Like he pisses me off don't get me wrong but that's still my guy and he's lost a lot. Rhaenys was Corlys practical to his idealistic delusional. That man never listened to his wife until it was too late. Him trying to name Baela his heir, when Rhaenys wanted Rhaena to be his heir at first, can't do that now anyway, Rhaena's not around right now and Baela absolutely refusing and gagging tf outta him in the same breath , I cheered. Baela is upholding her grandmother's last wishes. No more but “BaElA hAD MoRe ClaIm to Driftmark” discourse, she's “FIRE AND BLOOD!”, Driftmark should be passed to “SALT AND SEA”. She said it herself. Now a certain demographic could stop equating her being a poc to her Velaryon roots. She every bit a Targaryen. Don't start with the Rhaena discourse either because she's the same as well. The only reason Rhaenys wanted her to have Driftmark is because it would've gone to Rhaena either way had she married Lucerys and Corlys had no intention to claim those boys atp in time. Corlys is trying to honor Rhaenys wishes, I could respect that but do it in the way she wanted it in her final moments Corlys. He's still my guy though.

I am sick of this Harrenhal plot. That scene with Daemon and his mom....... Just why? He never even met his mother either. I am so sorry Mama Alyssa. Even for the incest in the Targaryen lineage, did the writers have to take it that far? That shit was egregious. The only good part was seeing Laena again. Answer the question though Daemon. “Are you taking care of her girls?!” Get Daemon out of there now. Alys has that man gone off his rockers. I'm over it. I love how Simon is sick of Daemon's shenanigans though, he's real asf for that 🤣😭. Caraxes sighting 🥺. I miss my chaos noodle boy.

Rhaenyra comforting Baela. We won. Look she mightn't have had the best relationship with the girls in the show and it's not developed on screen properly, thanks for that HBO, but she does love and care for them. Her telling Baela about her Grandma (I still refuse to believe Rhaenys is gone💔😭) and we got an explanation for why Rhaena didn't try to claim a dragon on Dragonstone (she almost died and Rhaenyra wouldn't allow her to do it again), that was for me. In the books those girls were close to her and Rhaena was her “Realm's delight” namesake, I'll never forgive them for taking that and the team black family dynamics away from me. We got a Luke mention 😭. Her and Jace working out their issues and she knowing he snuck away to be a diplomat, more of that please. She's finally acknowledging her strengths and weaknesses and starting to move and think like a leader. I love it here.

Jace finally got a chance to do more than just mew, tweak and brood. I understand why Rhaenyra wasn't sending him out, that boy is out for blood, as he should be and he's inherently going to be reckless if he did go out to scout instead of Baela. Just listen to him last episode and tell me if he sounded like he had a clear head on his shoulders. I wish we saw more than that shot of Vermax and him actually riding his dragon but a win is a win. Him subtly threatening the Freys with Vermax, he's a diplomat alright. His mother needs “bent knees” and that is exactly what he got her. Proud of him. Baela going about her duties and whacking the men that are being annoying as she goes. Proud of them. Diplomat husband and battle wife is just *chef's kiss*. I'll say it again I absolutely adore his relationship with Baela. It's so healthy and I don't get into fandoms to “ship” but I love them your honor. Their soft way of speaking to one another, even when they're disagreeing. Him confiding in her about how humiliating it is that he thinks he's being coddled because of his standing as prince and her getting to go out and scout and fight but her still understanding and trusting him on his secret mission (that's what it was, he snuck out to go treat with the Freys), him being considerate of her at all times, “Rhaenys is dead and Baela can't face the burden alone” yeah I love them. Plus she has him trained 😩🤣. One look, then she grabbed him and he stopped immediately in his tracks and he backed up and started paying attention. Whew. The greatest King and Queen that could've come out of the 7 realms.

We had a Rhaena sighting. Look I love Jeyne but I'll need her to watch her tone with Rhaena please and thank you. Rhaena you're not powerless love. She's been through enough, I just need everybody to get out of her way and give her everything that she wants, it's what she deserves. I didn't like how she found out about Rhaenys though💔. I think they're really scrapping Nettles though 🙃. Wtf Sara and Ryan. I'll not get into that, it's literally grinding my gears though.

Next week we'll see Silverwing and Vermithor!!! I'm excited. Until then guys.

[nostxlgicrose]

☆ Star-Shaped Seelie ☆

Genshin Impact Ensemble x Child!Seelie!Reader

Synopsis: You settle in with your new hilichurl companions, and you can't help but wonder about a few things in the process...

Note: Had this prewritten, forgot to upload it too…now we got everything up to date 💪

Warnings: affection-deprived reader, child reader, seelie reader, PLATONIC relationships, hilichurls, possible ooc (in the near future 😭)

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Chapter 2: Guess This Is My Life Now

You slowly stirred from your sleep, cracking your eyes open groggily to see that you had woken up...still possessing the tiny yellow jelly body. What a mouthful! You wondered if you were stuck like this now, or if you could shift between forms at will.

At the moment, you were stuck in your smaller form, but it didn't really bother you. Being able to float and defy gravity was incredibly fun. You did want to find a way to turn back, though. You wanted to be like those guys on television and have a secret magic form. Well...maybe it wasn't exactly a secret anymore since your hilichurl friends have already seen you, but still. You wondered how they’d react if you switched back to your human form

…Now that you really thought about it, though, you had yet to see an actual human person. Did they even exist at this point?

"Well...I guess I have to do something to make me un-jellify, like how I jumped to change my body," You spoke to yourself as you shifted on your little makeshift bed. Yep, even as a floating spirit creature, you found that exhaustion still affected you, and you'd have to find someplace to sleep for the rest of the night. You planned to sleep on the grass, but it seemed your new friend—Mister Goblin—had other ideas.

Now you were swaddled up in a tattered red cloth, and placed amidst a bed of hay. Your new friends slept off to the side, their wooden shields and bats sprawled out onto the ground in a messy heap.

Mister Goblin was sleeping right beside your sleeping arrangements, though. And unlike the others, his weapons were in his hands—was he guarding you overnight? Your heart swelled at the thought. You saw the hilichurl begin to shift into consciousness, and you took this as an opportunity to give him your thanks.

"Thank you, Mister Goblin!" You babbled, rising up to gently butt your head against its mask. It perked up, seemingly staring at you in awe.

You then felt it butt its own head against yours, and you heard happy sounds emit from the little guy. "Olah!"

"Yes, olah!" Your response was quick, having picked up on the greetings with a giggle. "What are we gonna do today, Mister Goblin?"

The hilichurl picked you up gently, cradling your small form in his hands as he waddled over to his friends. They, too, were beginning to stir, some already beginning to play around. Particularly the younger ones, as they chased each other around their camp.

You stared curiously at their actions, the urge to join them building up in your chest as you continued to watch. You felt the arms around you loosen, causing you to look up.

"Yo muhe domu?" [You want to dance?] Your friend would ask with a tilt of his head, looking down to gauge your reaction. Now this time, you had no clue as to what he was saying, but since it sounded like a question…you just nodded your head.

It seemed that he understood your motions, because he'd finally let go of you. But, before he did, you felt a gentle weight on your head—he was giving you headpats. "Domu!" [Dance!]

You beamed at his approval, your form glowing a little brighter as you zoomed off towards the dancing babychurls (you decided five seconds ago that you'd call them that). At the sight of your presence, you could hear excited shouts come from the tiny creatures.

They dragged you along in their dance, grabbing onto your stubby arms and tugging you along to their singing. With your lack of certain limbs, you weren't able to properly dance like they did, but your little spins in the air were enough for the babychurls as they clapped excitedly.

"Kucha tomo!" [Small friend!] You heard one of them call out, holding up what seemed to be a small yellow flower up towards you. When you leaned closer to its yellow petals, you could catch a whiff of sweetness coming from it.

You blinked at the babychurl for a moment before gasping, looking down with an excited expression (not that they could see it, anyway). "For me?!"

As if it understood you, the little hilichurl nodded. "Mosi!" [Eat!] It would take the flower it held and pressed it against the lower half of its mouth, and then would hold it back out to you.

"...Are you trying to get me to eat the flower?" You tilted your head, staring at it with interest. "Mmm, I mean, it smells good. But I don't have a mouth! How can I eat it—wait, how do you eat—"

Before you could finish your sentence, the little creature would push it even closer to your faceless...face. You looked a little nervous, trying to think of how you were supposed to eat that thing.

"Maybe I have to..." You pressed your face against the flower.

Nothing.

You sighed in disappointment, shaking your head. "Sorry Tiny Baby-churl, but I don't think I can eat it."

Right as you said that, however, you watched with wide eyes as the flower was suddenly sucked into your body...where it would seemingly get absorbed into nothingness. At first, you thought you were storing it in your tiny body, but it was gone. Poof. Like it was never there in the first place. The only evidence of it ever existing was the sudden burst of energy you felt in your chest, and you could even taste something really sweet. As in, pure sugar!

Though the little ones seemed to have thought it was your own strange way of eating (and maybe it was, in a way), cheering when you accepted their gift. Casually brushing off all logic and questions, you would cheer alongside them, though it would come out as high-pitched babbles and squeals instead.

It seemed your foreign sounds of happiness caught the attention of the older hilichurls—as they watched their little ones continue to dance, they seemed to be trying to imitate your speech. Of course, given the fact that their voices were on the deeper, scratchier side, it would sound a little odd. But you found their attempts funny, laughing alongside them as you hovered in the air.

As you gazed towards the rest of this little group, your tiny mind began to wander towards...your home. You wondered if your cousins were still looking for you. If they had found the closet, would they explore it too—and find themselves in this strange world? You went to sleep last night thinking you'd wake up back in your bed, but that proved not to be the case when a rather loud snore from one of the hilichurls scared you awake.

Did that mean the closet was really magic? Why in the world would your parents hide it away, then? Or...maybe they never knew either. You wonder what they'd do if they were to find out. Would they have it scrapped? Would they get in for themselves? Would they have magic powers too?

You wondered how you'd get back home. But the question then became—would you really want to go back home at this rate? As sad as it sounded, you found yourself...smiling a little more, finding the sense of belonging with these silly little dancing creatures.

Well, it was decided. You'd look for a way back home...later. For now, you just wanted to dance with the hilichurls!

You were snapped out of your thoughts when a hilichurl tugged on your strings. You looked down, seeing that the other older hilichurls were gathered together, holding their weapons. You tilted your head in confusion, wondering why they looked like they were going to set off.

"Guru-guru," [Hungry,] Mister Goblin spoke, holding up his bat and pointing at the younger hilichurls. "Mita, mani kucha odomu." [Meat, to give small friends.]

"Uuuhhh..." You felt yourself grimace, staring at him idly. "...Are you asking me to come with you?"

You weren't sure why you were still trying to communicate with him, especially since you knew of the rather troubling language barrier between you. Although, it seems your message got across, as he nodded and pulled you along by your hand. "Ye! Movo!" [Yes! Come!]

And so you did, and you hovered just above them as they began to walk away from camp. Oh well...maybe you'll figure out what to do about your transformations later.

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You wondered where your little group was heading off to—by the looks of it, they seemed to be getting ready for a fight of some sort. They were sharpening their wooden mallets, and readying their crossbows with sharp arrows. You were curious, but you were also a little nervous. The hilichurls never brought you out of the camp in the time you were there, especially not for battle.

However, your worries disappeared when your group began to walk into the forest. It was a pretty dense forest as well, with many cedar trees and strange-looking berries in bushes (were those spikes?!) as well as disturbing-looking scratches on the rocky walls. With an insatiable curiosity, you swiftly snatched one of the berries and carried it with you.

It was only until after a few more minutes of walking that you realized you wouldn't be able to eat it. At least, not the way you knew how. You wondered if you could absorb it again, but you were also curious about the texture! You hummed, remembering the strange phenomenon you experienced with that yellow flower.

"What if the taste of this stabby blueberry is different...?" You muttered to yourself, soft blubbers coming from your nonexistent lips as you further examined the fruit. Without much thought or plans, you held the fruit up to your chest, and watched as it slowly became consumed by your little jelly body.

The taste was a lot more sour than you expected, and you were a bit upset that you couldn't stop the taste from plaguing your tastebuds (again, you had no clue how you were tasting it). After all, you didn't have a mouth, so you just had to deal with the sensation until it passed. However, you noticed that another burst of energy accompanied the sour taste, building up in your body. You wondered what that meant.

You squeaked when you felt a hand snatch you by the scarf, and it was then you realized that your friends were hiding in the bushes. You were pulled into the dense plants, your glow dimmed by the leafy green branches. You hoped your glow wouldn't give away your position, to whatever they were hiding from.

It all began to make sense when a boar wandered into view. You watched with curious eyes as one of the hilichurls quietly loaded an arrow into their crossbow. Was he gonna shoot it? The realization that they brought you along to watch their hunting session dawned on you as you got comfortable in the bushes. You were a little nervous, though. You didn't wanna see a bloody boar.

Suddenly, Mister Goblin screeched. It sounded like a command of some sort, or maybe it was a signal. Because as soon as it happened, one of the hilichurl shooters released its arrow towards the boar. Unable to react fast enough, the arrow was embedded into the poor animal as it flopped onto its side.

The hilichurls broke out into happy cheers, some even patting him on the shoulder and seemingly congratulating him for the precise shot. Some were just happy to have a successful hunt, dancing around in a silly, child-like manner. It was like they were no different from the little ones.

On the other hand, you carefully peeked out of the bush to check the body. Thankfully, there wasn't a terrible blood bath. You felt bad for the boar, but your friends looked so happy. So you cheered with them, clapping your tiny arms together excitedly.

You wondered what would happen if you absorbed the boar. Would that even be possible? You'll try another day, because you didn't want to just take the one they just hunted.

The hilichurls emerged from their hiding spots, three of them going over to pick up the boar while Mister Goblin would walk over to you. "Tomo!"

You perked up at the familiar word. Ever since you arrived last night, they continued to use that term when they were calling for you. Because of this, you started assuming that they decided to call you 'Tomo,' so you'd respond every time they'd say it. Not that you were complaining, though. "What is it, Mister Goblin?"

"Celi gusha," [Fire plant.] He pointed at you, then at where you'd presume his eyes would be if he had any. "Muhe celi gusha." [Want fire plant.]

Was he asking you to do something? You tilted your head, trying to rack your brain for answers. Based on your limited knowledge, you knew muhe meant want. But you were clueless about celi gusha, as it was the first you’ve heard of it.

The hilichurl brought out something that looked like a shriveled up flower bulb—it was a decaying orange colour, and when you got close, you felt a smidge of warmth emitting from it, but you had almost missed it with how weak it was. You stared at the flower for a moment before thinking, maybe he wanted you to find more of these…?

"Don't worry Mister Goblin, I got this!" You squeaked, beginning to float away. "I'll get your flowers! I’ll be sure to get hundreds of ‘em! Don’t worry!!!"

Your words fell on deaf ears as you continued to fly forward, looking around on the ground for bright fire flowers to snatch. It felt like an epic scavenger hunt, except the pressure was much heavier. After all, you were entrusted with finding this apparently important flower!

There was nothing you hated more than disappointing your friends.

"Fire flowerrr, where are youuuu?" You called out in a string of babbles, your ears flopping up as you tried to concentrate on your search. But the whole environment with such different and distinct smells would distract you, whether it be to absorb another stabby blueberry or inspect the deep scratches etched into the small cliffs. "I'm not gonna eat you, promise..."

It seems whatever higher being that existed up above answered your prayers as you stumbled upon a clearing, a set of three flowers that emitted a strong warmth sitting in the middle of it. Your eyes glimmered as you grabbed the stem (the stamen was way too hot to touch) , grunting as you pulled as hard as you could.

"C'monnn, little flower!" You urged as you huffed, pulling harder. "Escape the jail that the dirt has kept you in and be free! Mister Goblin needs you for something, and I can’t disappoint him! I’m sure he won’t…use you for anything bad…I think."

With a few more tugs, you would finally yank the flower out of the ground. You gasped in glee, grasping the orange flower tightly and admiring the soft glow it emitted from the flames. You didn’t know much about the science behind it, but you were in a seemingly magical world anyways, so nothing was truly impossible. Although when you realized you'd have to do this again about two more times with the rest of the flowers, your ears flopped down in disappointment.

But when a flash of red enters your vision, you find you have something a lot more worrying to deal with first.

“A fire jelly?!” You screamed, leaping back as you almost dropped the flaming flower you held in your stubby little hands. The little pyro slimes had emerged from the ground—or maybe they came from the flower’s roots? Whatever it was, the fact that they were hopping around angrily made you nervous. “Umm, was this your home? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I can give it back if you want!”

But your attempts to compromise fail as the two slimes coordinated together to land a hit on you. The first one hopped onto the head of its buddy, using it as a launch pad so it could slam into you from the air.

You yelped, barely dodging the pyro slimes attack as you felt the heat barely graze your face. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were vulnerable to attacks, given your jelly-like nature, but you weren’t about to start experimenting right now.

And yet, you also didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t fight these things! Not in your current state, anyways. You could flee, but then you’d be abandoning the rest of the fire flowers, which your friends needed. You were in a dilemma, but you couldn’t dwell on your decisions for too long or else the pyro slime would decide for you and turn you into burnt jelly. Or maybe just ashes. Neither option sounded like a peaceful way to go.

“I-I’m not afraid of you, you…oversized oranges!!” You exclaimed, weaving in between the slimes clumsily. You moved past them and grabbed onto the stem of one of the fire flowers, and tugged as hard as you could.

The pyro slimes were quick to recover from their missed attack, and they both lunged for you at the same time. You were still pulling at the flower, hoping and praying, maybe you’d pull so hard that at the last second, you’d rip out the flower and dodge their attacks—

“Nini zido!” [Die!] You whipped your head around to see a familiar hilichurl leap from the bushes. Mister Goblin brandished his wooden bat, bashing the weapon into your attackers. Their jelly-like body folded in on itself, flopping to the ground and disappearing into dust. The hilichurl had completely obliterated the two slimes in one hit!

You slowly turned to your saviour with sparkling eyes, overwhelmed with awe and relief from his presence. He was so cool! You wanted to fight like that! Maybe you could get a mini bat of your own. You immediately jumped to nuzzle his mask, your little form chirping in delight. “Thank you, Mister Goblin! You’re the best superhero ever!”

“Ye dada?” [You good?] Clueless to what you were saying, the hilichurl would just pat your head and cradle you in its arms. You got comfortable within his grasp as you nodded in confirmation.

“Don’t worry about me, Mister Goblin. Look! Fire flowers!”

He followed your gaze, and you watched as he perked up at the sight. When he looked down to see the third one you already pulled out for yourself, he let out a sound that seemed similar to a laugh. He seemed rather happy now—perhaps it was because you were able to find the flowers he was looking for—giving you another affectionate pat on the head as a reward. "Dada! Tomo!" [Good! Friend!]

You weren't sure what he was saying. But his satisfied and happy tone was enough to ignite a feeling of pride in your chest, and you wiggled around excitedly. You made your friend proud! The fact that he showered you with physical affection as a reward made the achievement even sweeter.

In fact, you were so caught up in your success that you almost didn't catch it when Mister Goblin called out into the forest. The other hilichurls came running in at the call almost immediately, filing in one after the other into the clearing. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise when they showed up with more hunted boar carcasses in their hands, leaving you amazed with how they had gotten more in such a short time. But for those who remained empty handed, they caught sight of the two remaining flaming flowers and got to work.

Since there were only two left to grab, it only took them a good two minutes to pick and secure everything you had gotten throughout this whole scavenge. Not that you minded, since it probably would've taken the whole day if you were to do it all by yourself.

“I wonder what Mister Goblin needs these flowers for,” You spoke your thoughts out curiously, unable to ask him straight up due to your current situation. If only you could shift back to your human form—maybe then they’d be able to understand. “I’ve never seen a flower that makes fire before!”

Unbeknownst to you, your mindless babbles had your hilichurl friends confused and wondering if you were trying to communicate with them. You noticed some tried to imitate your incoherent speech once more, to which you’d laugh lightly at their attempts.

Your little scavenger hunt was a success! You hunted boars and got these magical fire flowers, so now you were set to return to camp. The way back was anything but boring; as your hilichurl friends moved by foot, you hovered high above and did fun little spins that sent your stomach into a twirl.

Five minutes later, you finally returned to the camp and found yourself in the grasp of the little ones (quite literally) once more. The little hilichurls giggled as they spun you around, holding you by your stubby little jello arms. “Tomooo!”

“Woah...Tiny Baby-churl, I think I’m getting dizzyyy…” You wheezed. You were sure there’d be cartoon birds spinning around your head right now because of how much your world spun even when you closed your eyes. When they’d let you go, your form continued to turn until you flopped onto one of their heads. “...Eugh. I think I’m gonna throw up. Huh, would I throw up icky spirit goop…?”

As gross as it was, it pulled your mind into thought. You experienced exhaustion and nausea, but you never felt the need to excrete ever since you got here. Was that a good thing? Probably.

Your rather unsavory thoughts and ideas vanished when you felt something being placed on your head. You looked up, only for the object to fall over your vision, and you'd instinctively panic and try to swat it off. You only calmed down when you felt tiny hands grab your body, fixing the object so it no longer obscured your eyes.

It was a mini hilichurl mask! Well, it looked like it, as the paintwork was messy and the strings used to hold it to your face appeared to be loosely tied, but...

You felt imaginary tears build up in your eyes as you wailed, butting your head against the little hilichurls in an attempt to hug them. "You guys made it for me?! Thank you!"

The little creatures giggled to themselves as they nodded, before waving at you happily. "Valo!" [You're welcome! Goodbye.] They chorused in between laughter, before running off to go play by themselves. You looked up at your new hilichurl mask with a soft gaze, the gift meaning...so much more than you would've imagined. You knew these hilichurls took you in, but the mask was like a confirmation.

You bet your cousins would love to meet them, especially the little ones. If you ever go back, you should take them through the closet to meet your hilichurl family. Maybe you could draw together, and you could probably even bring something to play music, since the little ones seemed to love dancing. You could feel yourself smile as you could just imagine the day playing out in front of you...

But the more you made plans, the more you felt a small tug at the corners of your heart. You began to miss your cousins, and your aunt. But you also liked it here. You begin to think if you could have them live here instead with the hilichurls. You faintly recall your aunt's constant complaining about her 'boring' life and having to pay countless bills, and there didn't seem to be any need for that sort of stuff here in the wild. She'd definitely be the type to try and adapt to this sort of lifestyle, she's...

You frowned, thoughts halting for a moment.

Huh.

...What was her name again?—

You shook your head, feeling yourself space out for a moment before snapping out of it. Darn...what were you thinking about just now? You couldn't remember. Oh well! Shouldn't have been that important if you forgot it so easily. Your thoughts began to shift to something worth more of your interest, which was what the adult hilichurls were doing with your findings. Your eyes followed their movements as they placed the meat into their cooking pans, and set the flaming flower stamens underneath the pot. You practically sparkled in amazement when the bottom of the pot visibly turned orange, something you hadn’t ever seen before.

That made you think…if the flower was supposed to be on fire, how was it supposed to grow? If you were to water it, would it grow, or kill the plant?

You shook your head. Maybe you’d test it out later. Now that you thought about it, you had a lot of things to test out for yourself...maybe you should go out to explore tomorrow. For now, you decided to settle on Mister Goblin’s head as he was cooking, finding the very comfortable surface tempting you to rest your eyes. Just for a moment, of course...

—

A feeling of dread washed over your sleeping body.

You began to fade into consciousness, your eyes opening slowly as you adjusted to the lack of light. The sun disappeared, the moon taking its place directly above, so it had to be right in the dead of night. You woke up for dinnertime to play with the little ones a little more, only to fall back to sleep the moment you laid back on your comfortable bedding. But now you found yourself awake, no thanks to the sudden anxiety that sparked within you.

The strange feeling of apprehension only worsened as you raised your head, realizing that you were covered with thick red tatters. It wasn’t even that cold, and the amount of layers almost seemed like it was hiding you.

You had a gut feeling you should stay in your place, but you decided to peek out of a small gap to see what was going on. You froze when you saw all your hilichurl friends wide awake. They were still laying down, but their gazes were casted towards…a strange, cloaked being. Its white ears were perked up with their staff gripped tightly in its grasp, and its voice…

You shuddered. It sounded unsettling. High-pitched and raspy, and most of all, it was inhumane. It spoke in a foreign language, one unfamiliar to your ears. And yet…again, you knew what the creature was.

A Cryo Abyss Mage.

‘What is that…? Why does it sound scary?’ You thought to yourself in barely-restrained terror, shuffling away from the gap to keep the glow emitting from your body contained. You knew what it was, and you knew it was dangerous, but not why. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping the scary abyss monster would go away soon. It's presence felt suffocating, and you weren't even looking at it anymore.

You heard light footsteps crunch against the grass, and you held your breath (not that you seemed to have any lungs in this form) as it would get louder. For a moment, you thought you were discovered when they began to fade away. To your relief, it seemed it was only passing by.

It was silent, but only for a moment. Because before you could even think of peeking again, you heard the hushed voices of your hilichurl friends. Amidst the mutters, you caught a certain sentence that was spoken with an authoritative tone—

“Mimi movo,” [We move,] The lawachurl that sat amongst them rumbled, as some of the hilichurls already began to move in the background. The abyss mage was nowhere to be found. “Unta mosi dada.” [From lunch till just before sunset.]

They were preparing for a journey. Movo...that meant move, didn't it? Maybe you were just looking too much into it (this time, you sure hoped that was the case), but still...

The night felt a lot colder than it did before as you tried to go back to sleep.

Note: i promise there'll be character interactions soon ... we just have to have some bonding first y'know ^^ also good lord i am getting tired of hilichurlian like i have twenty tabs open from different sources and i'm just wajksfhkujdg

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