#and yes I know the chopsticks are on the rest wrong i was in a rush

[patchworkgargoyle]

This morning's brunch: rice with furikake, tamagoyaki, and quick-pickled cucumbers and red onion (and ofc tea)

Last night's baking: snickerdoodle cookie bars that are so good I literally ate half the pan yesterday

[parfaitblogs]

daylight ❀ s. reid x reader

in which communicating with your boyfriend is scary, and spencer reid can't stand to see you cry.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: comfort/fluff! tags: reader avoids her issues... for a little bit. that's kind of it. it's just fluffy and simple! word count: 1.5k a/n: something short & sweet because i thought it was cute and i write the most when i'm procrastinating assignments... um… inspired by a conversation sam willow and i were having a few nights ago🫂 reminder that pretty girls cry when they’re confronting somebody!!

Spencer Reid was not oblivious to all things in the world. In fact, he was rather perceptive compared to most people. Psychology degree and human behaviour-based job aside, he noticed things. 

A lot of it was good. He knew exactly how to wake you up on mornings he started earlier than you. How to keep you half-asleep enough to allow you your return to sleep, but also awake enough to ensure you'd remember him kissing you goodbye (there had been an argument a few months ago about it — you thought he had left without a word). He knew your go-to Thai order from the restaurant down the street, and he knew which pair of wooden chopsticks your favourite were to pull out of his kitchen drawers. 

He was also observant enough to know something was wrong. 

He was back from a case. A long one, that had worn him down enough that he felt like a pile of creaking bones when he re-entered his apartment earlier that afternoon. You had returned from your own job an hour after that, and despite the initial excitement that came from your boyfriend being back in the state again, you were a bundle of nerves. 

And he knew that.

You were on his couch, legs across his lap and back up against the arm, his hands resting comfortable in the dip between your two knees. There was a quiet episode of New Girl playing on the television (you had convinced him to watch it after he had sat you through every Star Trek movie), but your thoughts were anywhere but the sitcom you had been using to entertain yourself as of recent. 

"You've been awfully quiet," Spencer said, piercing the less than comfortable air settled around you two. 

"Sorry," you answered, tearing your gaze from the screen to look at him, meeting a worried expression you had somewhat expected. 

Hands ran up and down your legs, erupting goosebumps along the skin. "Is something wrong?" 

"No," you immediately shook your head and forced a smile onto your face. "Nothing's wrong."

He furrowed his eyebrows, lips parting in that confused look he always had on his face when he was thinking, and he stared at you for a few seconds longer, before, "Yes there is."

Profilers. "Seriously, Spence. There isn't. I'm just kind of tired tonight."

"I am as well," he said, hands stilling on your legs rather abruptly. "I was in Idaho for a week. I'm also exhausted. And usually my girlfriend is a little touchier and more talkative than this when I come home. So I'm assuming something's wrong."

"You're assuming incorrectly, then," your shoulders shrugged.

He said your name chidingly, and it was at that tone of voice that you retracted your legs from his lap, instead tucking your feet beneath yourself, gaze dropping to the couch cushion. 

"I just missed you," you told him, a slight stretch of the truth. 

"I missed you too," he said, and your shoulders softened. "But that's not all it is."

You blinked, before you fell silent, shaking your head instead. 

"Talk to me. What's happened?" his voice was achingly soft, your heart shattering in your chest to the point you wanted to take back every thought you'd had over the past week and burn them to ashes. They didn't mean much now in front of him. Not when he was reminding you of how kind he was. 

"You barely talked to me," you said, hands dropping to your lap, and you fidgeted with them under his gaze. "I never knew what was going on. You didn't call once, except for when you landed."

"I was really busy, honey," he answered, and you could hear the frown in his voice. "If I had time to do anything other than the case and sleep, you know I'd have talked to you more." 

"I know," your voice shook, and you could feel your emotions overriding your brain. As usual. So, you kept your head down. "But I would've liked you to tell me that, at least."

You heard him sigh, and curiosity got the best of you as you lifted your gaze, inspecting to see if he was sighing out of irritation or not. He wasn't — just exhaustion — and that made you feel a little better.

"I know for next time then," he said, and he met your eyes, which had watered since the last time he looked at you. Which wasn't very long ago, and so he was drawing his eyebrows together, again, confusedly. "What's that? What's wrong?"

On instinct he leaned forwards, and you let him shift his body closer to yours, hands coming up on either side of your neck. You sniffled, trying to suck the tears threatening to fall back into your eye sockets. 

"I can't communicate," you mumbled, quietly, a tear escaping and dripping down to the lower half of your cheek. 

"You communicated pretty well just then, angel," he said, voice soft as he caught the remainder of the tear and swiped it away with his thumb. 

"Yeah but—but now I'm crying," you moaned, pathetically, more tears slipping down your face. His lips twitched — though not in humour, you noted — as he adjusted his hands to your jaw, thumbs continuing to wipe falling tears. 

"Yeah. That's okay," he answered. "You've got a flood of hormones going through you right now, and so your body reacts to it in the best way it sees fit. In your case, it's tears."

"I hate it," you mumbled, and this time he did laugh a little, nodding his head. 

"I know," he said. "Are you feeling embarrassed about communicating with me?"

"I guess," you replied. "I don't know. I think I just..." you trailed off as your voice disappeared, breath beginning to hyperventilate acutely. "I—I just feel kind of sil—silly."

You cursed each sob that broke up your speech, and yet his gaze and focus on you never once wavered. In fact, his touch seemingly had grown softer, and the concern in his eyes had only grown. 

"You aren't silly," he said, once he was sure you weren't going to continue speaking. "If me not talking to you for a week upset you, I'd say that's pretty reasonable."

"I don't know..."

"Want a secret?" he asked, fingers poking into your cheeks enough for you to crack a small smile. You only nodded your head in response, chest still jolting with each sharp intake of breath. "I have to physically restrain myself from calling you every hour on a normal day."

"You're lying," you mumbled, and his smile only widened, a bashful laugh leaving his lips. 

"No, honestly. I have so much I want to talk to you about during the day, and I need to remind myself that you're busy and at work too."

A few uncontrollable tears dripped down your face, and your gaze dropped to the top of his shirt, though the smile never left your face. "I don't believe you."

"I wish you would, but that's okay," he said, evidently seeing right through your defying statement — you believed him a little.

His forefinger and thumb caught your chin, and he tilted your head back up so his eyes could meet your glassy ones. 

"I'm sorry," you murmured, before he could get a word in.

"For what?"

"Crying."

"Do you take in anything I say to you?" he chastised, though the smile on his face eliminated any fear of him being genuinely irritated, and so your shoulders simply shrugged. 

"Sometimes," you said, and his eyebrows shot up. 

"Sometimes?" he repeated back to you, and you had to bite your lip to keep the amused expression off your face. He was smiling back at you, before his face settled into something more serious, as he continued, "I don't mind you crying, angel. It breaks my heart to see it, but I'm not sitting here and judging you for it. You know that, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good," he finalised with a short nod, and you sniffled with a nod of your own. 

"I mean, technically, crying is good," you said, tongue poking between your teeth as you forced back a smile. 

"Yeah? Why's that?" 

"Releases endorphins and oxytocin."

He huffed a single laugh through his nose, nodding his head. "Yes. It does."

"I know things," you grinned. 

"You do," he agreed with a nod. "My smart girl."

"Yeah. Don't ever forget it."

"I could never," he replied, and a comfortable silence enveloped your two bodies, your heart fluttering in your chest. 

"Can you tell me about Idaho?" you finally asked him.

"You really want to know?" 

You nodded your head, and he sighed, but complied regardless. And you eventually found your head in his lap, staring up at him as one hand danced gently over the skin of your slightly exposed stomach, the other entangled in your hair, brushing through it. 

And he told you about the case he had been away on — it became glaringly obvious behind why he hadn't called or messaged you at all — and consequently eased any other remaining worries behind it.

And it dried your tears up.

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[luvkyu]

heart stop ( jung sungchan ) part one

sungchan x male reader

sungchan finally talks to his crush !!

content : 1.9k words, fluff, mentions of nudity/mature themes, uni au, gym bro!sungchan x artist!reader

( a/n ) PART ONE OF THE COLLAB W @jaemmphilia !!! just a heads up - part two is nsfw !! so pls take that into account before you start reading <3

part two

"do you think y/n's into guys?"

"huh??" eunseok sputtered at the sudden question, basically choking on his food.

sungchan stifled a snicker, his ears growing a light shade of red. he stared down at the chopsticks in his hand with a love sick smile. eunseok cleared his throat as he watched the other twirl the utensils between his fingers.

"are we talking about taro's friend from his art class?" eunseok asked.

"yeah. i think i have a small crush on him."

"a crush on who?" shotaro suddenly chimed in as he sat with them in the cafeteria.

"y/n," sungchan answered a bit shyly.

"l/n???" shotaro's brows were raised in shock.

sungchan looked at eunseok, as if for guidance, before turning back to shotaro and saying a quiet "yes".

shotaro thought for a moment, then nodded in approval.

"you two would be cute as fuck together," he said before taking a bite of his lunch.

sungchan smiled at the idea of himself with y/n. he leaned over toward his friend eagerly, "do you know if he's gay?"

"how should i know?.. but i'm about to meet him at the art studio to work together if you wanna come," shotaro offered.

"really??"

"sure, why not. we're just taking some time to work on new oil paintings, it's not an actual class or anything so you can come along."

sungchan nodded happily at the idea.

"what are you gonna do if he's straight?" eunseok asked teasingly.

"cry," sungchan muttered in response.

y/n stared at the canvas in front of him. his creativity was having a hard time flowing today. maybe he was overworking, or maybe it was just an off day. either way, it was annoying. he was supposed to be productive today. instead, a blank canvas was mocking him while his hands fidgeted with a paintbrush.

he sighed and set his brush down against his easel.

"what's wrong, babe?"

y/n looked up to see shotaro strutting into the studio, followed by a taller boy he hadn't met before.

"i told you not to call me that," y/n scolded while rolling his eyes.

"you're right. sorry, honey."

y/n turned in his seat to face his friend better, "that's just worse."

shotaro chuckled. as he sat down at his own easel, he grabbed another seat for the friend he brought along. y/n refused to embarrass himself by looking at the stranger for too long, but the small glance he did get was enough for him to conclude that the male was drop dead gorgeous.

"oh, y/n! this is my friend sungchan. he wanted to tag along cause he has no life outside of classes and the gym. sungchan, this is y/n!"

sungchan glared daggers at shotaro, before looking back to y/n with a wide smile.

"hi! nice to meet you. i've seen you around campus a little," sungchan greeted.

"really? i think i've seen you some too."

sungchan nodded, almost giddy at that answer. silence fell on them as shotaro set up his canvas and y/n looked through his paint colors just to have something to do.

"wow, you guys are great at this," shotaro said sarcastically, mainly to piss off sungchan.

"i'm terrible at talking to people, leave me alone," y/n defended with a small laugh.

sungchan watched y/n lean against his easel, resting his chin against his palm in defeat. he looked so perfect, even when feeling dejected.

"is something wrong?" sungchan asked. y/n looked at him again. he was a little surprised sungchan was even asking.

"ah.. i just feel kinda drained. i'm having a hard time working on this, to be honest."

"take a break," shotaro chimed in.

"but i just started."

"take a longer break. we've had a lot of assignments back to back lately, go rest for the day."

y/n thought about it for a moment. he sighed and nodded at the idea before starting to pack up his supplies.

shotaro turned back to sungchan, gesturing silently toward y/n in hopes that his friend would get the hint. sungchan looked at him in confusion. shotaro, in turn, huffed at his cluelessness. he pulled his phone out and went to his messages.

taro :

BRO, GO.

ask him out, go 'rest' together 🛏️

sungchan rolled his eyes at the texts. he gave the male another stink eye before typing a response.

sung :

I DIDNT WANNA TALK TO HIM JUST TO GET LAID

taro :

but it is part of the reason right

sung :

osaki shotaro istg

taro :

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT BUT STILL ASK HIM OUT, U HAVE THE PERFECT WINDOW RIGHT HERE

sungchan looked up from his phone, biting his lip as anxiety shot through his body.

y/n finished packing up his bag and showed the two of them a tired smile.

"i'll see you guys later. it was nice to meet you, sungchan."

sungchan nodded and smiled back, now watching his crush exit the studio. his smile fell as he turned back around to see shotaro giving him a disappointed frown.

"you're a dumbass, sung."

"sungchan!"

sungchan looked up as he took a drink of his water, seeing eunseok and shotaro walking toward him.

"hey guys," he greeted while getting up from the bench press. he wiped around his face with a small towel as his friends came closer to him.

"did you just finish up?" shotaro asked.

"yeah, i'm gonna head back to the dorm now."

"boo, we could've worked out together."

sungchan rolled his eyes. "it's a good thing you still have each other then," he teased, patting shotaro's shoulder as he slung his gym bag over his back.

"hey, how'd it go with y/n yesterday? you ask him out?" eunseok asked before the other could leave.

"no, i-"

"he chickened out," shotaro teased.

sungchan sighed, but nodded. "i was too nervous."

"well we just saw him sitting outside by the campus arboretum if you wanna go try again," eunseok said.

"really?"

eunseok nodded, "go for it."

sungchan smiled a thanks and grabbed his water bottle before finally departing.

"..i doubt y/n is straight," shotaro mumbled as he and eunseok waved him goodbye.

"oh, me too," eunseok agreed.

sungchan began walking in the direction of the arboretum, looking around for the boy that had been on his mind way too much lately.

finally, he spotted y/n on a bench sketching a few flowers. he took a deep breath and walked over to join him.

"hey y/n!"

y/n looked up from his sketchbook, almost choking on thin air. sungchan's muscle shirt didn't hide a thing, and his slightly messy hair and tall stature worked well in his favor. with the way y/n was staring at him, or practically gawking, sungchan was now pretty certain y/n was attracted to men.

y/n quickly cleared his throat and averted his eyes. he looked down at his sketchbook, then back up strictly to sungchan's face.

"hi," he said quietly, "what're you doing out here?"

"was just on my way home and thought i'd take a walk through here. it's really pretty."

y/n nodded happily and took a look around. "yeah, i love being out here."

"can i sit with you?"

y/n nodded almost instantly. he moved over a bit to give the other more room on the bench. sungchan sat and sighed, actually very much enjoying the fresh air. he leaned back for a moment and let the sun wash over his face. one arm was hanging off the back of the bench, while the other raked a hand through his messy hair.

y/n was in awe, needless to say.

"so what're you drawing?"

"just some flower studies," y/n answered. "i wanted to add some flowers to my next painting so i'm just practicing a little."

"is it okay if i ask to see?" sungchan asked cautiously.

"oh, sure! you can look through the whole sketchbook, i don't mind. it's mostly random sketches."

sungchan nodded eagerly and took the book from y/n's hands, making sure to brush against his fingers just a little bit. he smiled to himself, now knowing the effect he had on y/n.

sungchan flipped through the pages delicately. he was trying not to crinkle or smudge anything, especially the ones done in pencil. y/n was right though - the sketches were pretty random. from people, to small household items, to cloud formations.

it was when sungchan found a more interesting page that he stopped flipping through. the sketches showed a naked man in two different poses, one leaning against what looked like a washroom counter, and the other laying on a bed with a messy sheet draped just over a couple parts of himself. sungchan looked up with wide eyes.

"oh, that's um," y/n didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed. he was somehow both. "that was just a guy i had a thing with a couple months ago."

"these are amazing, y/n," sungchan praised. he continued flipping through, though his mind was still on the nude sketches.

"thank you," y/n blushed a bit as sungchan finally got to the end of the book.

"i really like the nude ones. you draw people really well," sungchan complimented while closing the book. when he looked up again, his face was closer to y/n's than he thought. his eyes instantly shifted to the male's lips, it was as if there was a magnet between them.

y/n could hear his heartbeat in his ears. sungchan was even more beautiful up close, and he was growing more attracted to him by the second.

sungchan lightly cleared his throat after a moment, trying not to stare at the pair of lips he so desperately wanted to kiss. making y/n uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted.

"are you going to the bonfire party tonight?" sungchan asked.

"i dunno, my friend invited me but i'm not usually into parties."

"well, i think you should go."

y/n met sungchan's eyes again, "hm? why?"

sungchan blushed. he didn't mean to blatantly give away that he wanted y/n there, but he might as well roll with it now.

"cause i'll have a much better time if i get to see you," sungchan answered with entirely pink cheeks. he could tell y/n was a blushing mess as well, despite how confident he tried to seem.

with a sigh, y/n looked up at the clouds. "is this how you pick up all your guys?"

sungchan laughed lightly, "actually no, my heart is pounding more than it ever has, i think." he let out a large exhale with this, which triggered more laughter between the two.

y/n found it endearing how obviously nervous sungchan was. here was this hunk of a man trying to hit on him, but he was so jittery and smitten that it really just made him adorable. y/n smiled as he thought about it. his eyes met the other's again while nodding, "alright, i'll be there."

sungchan's smile quickly grew at his crush's decision. he nodded and started getting up.

"i'll see you in a little while then," he said while giving y/n's head a gentle pat, his hand lingering against his hair. y/n nodded and watched him begin to walk away. he was speechless as he stared after sungchan. let's just say, the view from the back was just as good as the view from the front.

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[sugar-phoenix]

I think I'll take my noodles spicy

synopsis: You stop by Jiaoqiu's stall to try his noodles. They are very. Spicy. tags: jiaoqiu x reader, gn!reader, written before Jiaoqiu's release a/n: I think the reader is clearly a masochist. Also I don't know why I added that undertone of loneliness for Jiaoqiu, I think it's very out of character for him, but I decided to have a little fun since he isn't out yet. 700 words!

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On a summer afternoon in the Xianzhou, you decided to stop by a well-known noodle stall and order some noodles.

The Foxian man standing on the other side of the counter smiled as he slid the bowl of noodles over to you.

There was a flash -- something mischievous glinted in his eye -- and then it was gone. You had heard conflicting opinions from people about this man. Half of them told you to stay away from him, and the other half said he was a miracle worker, if a little unorthodox.

Jiaoqiu was a healer, and you weren't sick, but you did want to try his renowned cooking.

The bowl of noodles smelled delicious as the steam wafted up towards you, and you happily picked up a few strands with your chopstick and deposited them into a deep spoon filled with broth, before slurping the entire spoonful. You could see his ears flick a little as he watched you intently.

He certainly was as handsome as the women claimed he was. It seemed that everything he did, he did it with that soft yet strange smile on his face.

 It didn't hit at first. But then you felt heat crackle at the back of your throat, burning you from the inside. Tears sprang to your eyes, and you coughed, covering your mouth with your sleeve.

"How do you like it?" Jiaoqiu asked, still with that smile on his face, which, in this moment of deep betrayal, you realized to be anything but sweet.

"It's a little--" you coughed, choking on the "--spicy."

 "Just the way it's meant to be enjoyed," he said, his tail swaying from side to side behind him. Despite the burning heat, the noodles were very good, and you watched yourself in horror as you raised some more rice noodles to your mouth (you avoided drinking any more of the broth to reduce the pain).

"It's a little mix that I made myself. I find that a good hit of spice will clear your sinuses and flush your system." Jiaoqiu continued.

 "You don't say," you half-said, half-cried as tears streamed down your face.

"Yes, I believe in the power of spice to ail the sick," Jiaoqiu said, passing a box of tissues. You gladly took one, blowing your nose. The spiciness was numbing your lips, and you panted in an attempt to cool your mouth, which felt as though it was set aflame.

It was clear now, despite his good looks, why you often saw him alone. His cooking probably scared off anyone who was initially interested in him. You continued to eat the noodles, slurping them up despite the fact that each time you did so a part of you caught fire and died inside.

 It was so spicy. And yet, so good.

And Jiaoqiu watched you intently the entire time, lazily resting on his hand through lidded eyes and slit pupils, like a hunter watching his prey flail in vain in his trap. It wasn't just your mouth, but his attention was setting your skin on fire.

Finally, you finished the bowl of noodles, pushing it in front of you. It felt as though you were breathing steam, and you mostly felt glad that it was all over.

"Did you enjoy your meal?" Jiaoqiu asked, smiling innocently as though he'd done nothing wrong.

"Y-yes," you said. Despite the torture you just went through, the flavor of the noodles was unlike any other. Jiaoqiu was deserving of his status as a famous cook.

"Here," he said, rising from the counter and moving to the back, "have some chilled Puffergoat milk. It'll help with the burning." You graciously accepted the ice-cold jar of thick milk, and gulped it down, sighing with relief as it washed away all the heat and pain from before. You set it down with a satisfied hum.

"I hope you'll come by to visit my stall again," Jiaoqiu said, rising. There was a hint of deflation, as though he were sad to be left alone again.

"Another, please," you said. He whirled around, ears perked up in surprise.

"What was that?" he asked.

 "I'll have another bowl of noodles," you said, grinning.

 "Really? I thought the first put you through quite some duress," he said.

"Well, so long as I keep drinking this throughout," you said, gesturing to the jar of milk at your side, "I can continue to enjoy your beautiful cooking."

Jiaoqiu blinked, then smiled, turning towards his pot and reaching for the ladle. As he scooped more soup into a bowl for you, you watched as his tail swayed from side to side.

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[writer-shipper-ffreader]

Maybe not so useless after all?

(Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x f!Reader)

Chapter 5

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A/N: The idea of dinner in Kate's office originally came to me as a one-shot, but I thought it fit quite well here. I based Kate living in the nicer area of Tower Hamlets. After the stress of working all day, I could see her liking the 30-40 minute walk home - especially in summer.

Warnings/Tags: Slow burn, soulmate AU (sort of), yearning, I just want to bang their heads together

Words: 2,167

Summary: After a mysterious mishap with a device found in a field, can you find out what the device is and what it means for you and Kate?

You kept to your word and turned up to her office the next evening with a bag of Chinese takeaway in hand. You’d worked late on missions enough in the past to remember what she liked and knew her calendar well enough to know her last meeting ended at 6.30 pm. You had given her an hour to settle after her meeting, knowing the person she video-conferenced with often rubbed her up the wrong way as well as added to her paperwork.

Her door was open, letting you know she was interruptible. You lightly tapped on the door, before moving into the room, takeaway outstretched in front of you. “I come bearing dinner ma’am,” you said, a posh intonation added to your voice.

“You really didn’t need to buy me dinner,” Kate replied, her lips twitching into that rare smile that was becoming much more well known to you.

“Nonsense, I wanted to.” You waved her off. “Here or the breakroom?” you asked.

“Here’s good. You unpack – I’ll go grab us some plates. Cutlery?” She stood from her desk and ushered you over to the sofa.

“There’s chopsticks but you may want a fork.” You grinned up at the blonde, wiggling an eyebrow as you recalled the last time she tried to eat egg fried rice with chopsticks.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, but she maintained that it wasn’t her fault, and that Carter scared her. You smiled at her protests, holding your hands up, feigning innocence. She rolled her eyes and playfully punched your arm as she walked past to head down the corridor.

The containers of food had been placed on the coffee table, empty bag shoved in the bin under her desk. The quiet humming gave away her return, the soft tune drifting down the corridor. You were glad her mood had uplifted; an earlier bureaucratic meeting having put her on the borderline to grumpy. Osgood had mentioned that those in the control room had been walking on eggshells by early afternoon. You hadn’t noticed anything when she came to the lab, but there was no doubt she was fine now.

She entered the office, carrying the expected two plates and cutlery. You furrowed your brows as you noticed the wine glasses in her other hand. Kate ignored your questioning gaze, setting a plate in front of you and then plonking the rest of the items on the table. You watched her go to a side cabinet and pull out a bottle of white wine from an integrated mini fridge you had no idea was hiding there.

“You bring dinner, I bring the wine? It’s Riesling.” She chuckled at your shocked expression, following your gaze to the mini fridge. “Ah, yes, that’s a secret. Only I, and now you, know it is there,” she whispered, winking at you.

You could feel the blush rising up your neck, the wink affecting you more than it should. Knowing you needed to deflect quickly, you shifted the focus back onto Kate. “Should I be worried about the amount of hidden alcohol you have in your office? I know about the whiskey in your bottom desk drawer,” you asked with mock seriousness.

A loud bark of laughter left her lips, her hand quickly coming up to cover her mouth, as though it left her unexpectedly. Your smile widened as her real honking laugh continued, rather than the demure fake one she usually used in the office. Your chest tightened as you realised you were falling a little bit more in love with her in that moment. You tried to focus on this raw unfiltered Kate, rather than your spiralling thoughts. She dropped down to sit next to you, her laugh finally subsiding.

“Sorry! I just thought if you’re worried about me, then you’d be horrified with the amount my father used to have,” she gasped out, a small chuckle leaving her lips again. “You’ve no need to be worried, especially not about the untouched whiskey my father gifted me. He always used to keep at least three bottles of scotch hidden in his office, it’s there more for memories sake.”

“Oh, I’ve heard all about the rather chaotic nights your father had in his office. Surprisingly from both the Doctor and Osgood,” you told her, starting to dish up the food onto both your plates as she poured the wine. “How does Osgood know so much about the Doctor and your father?”

“Her uncle used to work for my dad. He’d tell her stories when she was younger. Then when she came to work here, she made sure to read every case report she could get her hands on. She absorbs knowledge like a sponge,” Kate explained.

You nodded and commented that it was often incredibly useful that she knew so much. Kate agreed, recounting a story between mouthfuls of the time Osgood identified a species from the seventies from what her uncle had described to her. The now lead scientist, but junior at the time, had held back on telling Kate what the alien was, because she thought her uncle had made it up. It turned out that the alien was really as absurd as her uncle had described.

The quiet conversation continued until well after you had finished eating. You were both perched on the sofa, leaning against the arm rests to face each other as you chatted. The wine bottle was empty, Kate having just topped up your glasses, when you heard Big Ben chime in the comfortable lull of silence.

The bell signified it was already 10 pm. Confusion coursed through you as you checked your phone, not convinced you had been with Kate for two and a half hours. The screen confirmed the time, and you looked towards Kate guiltily.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to stay so late. You probably wanted to be home by now,” you apologised, untucking your legs from under you and making to stand.

A hand landed on your arm, stopping you from rising. “Don’t be silly. Relax and finish your wine,” Kate murmured, having unconsciously shifted closer to you in her attempt to stop you leaving.

“Are you sure?” you asked. Her face was a lot closer to yours than you had expected, you quickly turned away, gaze flickering to her hand on you as you had to stop yourself from leaning into her.

She reluctantly pulled away from you, thinking you were uncomfortable with the closeness. The only evidence of her hand having been on your arm was the warm sensation left behind. Kate confirmed that she wanted you to stay and finish the wine, her eyes assessing how you had responded to her. She didn’t miss the reddening of your neck and cheeks, but the way you had frozen threw her off. She had hoped she hadn’t made things uncomfortable between you.

Breaking the tension, you asked about her gardenias. She had complained a few weeks ago that the plants hadn’t bloomed yet, even though the temperature should be warm enough now. You smiled and tilted back towards her as she went on a passionate rant about the plant. You listened attentively, asking questions as they came to you.

It had been a long time since anyone had asked Kate about her gardening. Even longer since someone had enough scientific understanding to allow her to use her knowledge of botany or for them to ask more in depth questions.  

Kate knew she was rambling to you, but her doubts were eased as you looked like you were interested in what she was saying. She would usually be self-conscious about going off on a tangent like this – too many people in the past making her feel like what she was passionate about wasn’t interesting. You, however, weren’t interested because it was work related or because you were indulging her; you actually cared about what she had to say.

The conversation tapered off as you finished the wine, both of you aware that you should be heading out. You stood, gathering the empty containers and placing them in the bin. Kate followed your lead, collecting the leftovers and placing them in the mini fridge.

“At least you never have to worry about someone taking your lunch,” you teased, as she closed the fridge.

“Definitely a perk, if I remember it is in there.” Kate chuckled as she moved behind her desk and wrote herself a note. She held the sticky note up to you, with a grin. “I hopefully won’t forget this time.”

You laughed, shaking your head at her. “Barring emergencies, you should be fine.”

“Mhmm. Anyway, we should get out of here,” she said, shutting down her work computer. “Walk you home?”

“You really don’t need to,” you replied, trying to hide your shock that she’d even suggest it.

“Your building is on my way, it’s no problem. Do you need to grab your things?” Kate easily squashed your protest, even if you doubted she was telling the truth about being on her way.

Confirming you needed to collect your belongings from your lab, you agreed to meet her at the exit downstairs. You didn’t miss her tuck her work tablet in her bag just as you were leaving the office, but you chose not to comment on it. The fact that she was leaving the building before midnight was progress.

You had quickly shucked on your coat and grabbed your bag from behind your desk, not wanting to take too long to meet Kate down in reception. She smiled at you as you approached but continued to listen to the security guard as he made small talk. The tall man glanced towards you, noticing Kate’s attention drifting elsewhere. He greeted you kindly, but didn’t hide his surprise well. He was likely not used to seeing anyone else leave as late – that or he was surprised Kate wasn’t leaving alone. You could already hear the rumours that would be spreading like wildfire tomorrow.

The pair of you bid your goodbyes to the security guard and headed out into the humid night. Summer hadn’t quite peaked, but it had warmed considerably in the last few weeks. You were grateful for the cool breeze as you headed deeper into the borough of Tower Hamlets.

You quietly chattered along the way, both unconsciously avoiding work topics. You were in the middle of discussing favourite films, when you realised that this felt like the end of a date. You were grateful for the darkened sky that hid your rapidly burning cheeks. You tried you best to focus on the plot she was describing, but it felt like a losing battle. If Kate had noticed you being lost in your mind for a few minutes, she hadn’t commented.

Having shaken yourself out of your thoughts, you’d managed to reengage in the conversation. You had surprisingly similar tastes in films. A little voice in your head piped up, highlighting it as further proof for Kate being your soulmate. Ignoring the unhelpful thought, you asked if there was anything in the cinema she was hoping to see.

It wasn’t until you reached your building that things became a bit awkward between you. You were both clearly holding back, not wanting to let slip your true feelings. You cleared your throat, mumbling that it was nice to have not eaten alone as you looked through your bag for your keys. You heard the blonde agree, but something was off with her tone, making you look up at her.

Kate was internally battling whether she could reach out to you. She felt closer to you, that ever present ‘click’ drawing her to you and making her want to move physically closer. She wanted to reach out and hug you, like she’d done many times before, but she remembered how you’d reacted earlier.

You watched her closely, not wanting to interrupt her thoughts. It seemed you were both thoughtful tonight, unknowingly questioning the same things. Seeing the look of hesitation cross her face, you shuffled closer to her, placing your hand on her arm.  You sent her a reassuring smile as her eyes met yours. She returned the smile, moving even closer and pulling you into a hug. You could only hope she didn’t notice your breath hitch before you returned the hold.

The hug lingered a little too long, but you were both smiling as you pulled back. “We should do this again sometime,” Kate murmured.

“Sounds good. Especially if it stops you working late,” you responded with a cheeky smile, earning a roll of the eyes.

Bidding each other a goodnight, you watched Kate walk down the road as you stood at the door to your apartment building. You sent her a small wave when she turned to check if you’d gone inside. Once she was out of sight you headed up to your apartment, ready to spend the next few hours with your mind looping over everything that had happened tonight.

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[princess-of-the-corner]

"also hate the people on that post trying to make it a race thing"

Yeah the whole "Chloé is racist" thing is annoying like, she showed a moment of ignorance 10 years ago because she and they won't drop it (from on the ep where the ugly dbz rip off is the akuma? from the ep that was aired in 2016? really?) but gladly ignore how the show itself is also racially ignorant (Sublime for some reason needing to use chopsticks to eat sushi even if it's nasty) and depicts some characters as charicatures (Sabine's default outfit being a qi-pao, for one) and how TA dealt with the whole Rising Sun flag incident (not saying he's racist, but that was really shitty to do to fans of the show). As an Asian those things irritate me more than some one off episode comment from someone who clearly doesn't have a broad enough world view to differentiate between two very similar cultures that she's not a part of (y'all are liars if you say you've never once mixed up multiple cultures because of their various similarities). "Chloe is racist" alright then, show me more than 2 examples that people love to use (kung food and the sushi thing with kagami, because lbr they're ignoring Marinette's involvement at this point) of actual racially motivated malice. Racism would be like if Chloé were only nice to white people but shitty to POC. Except the truth from the show is that she's a massive bitch to everyone who she deems unworthy white people included, and we even know the cause of this mindset: her mom. Like if y'all wanna see actual racism just go through the Alya bashing tag. Argue racism with those people instead of rolling your eyes at the Asians who say Chloé's one off behavior is literally nothing.

Yeah it

Re: that post people were saying 'oh she only does this to characters of color' which... isn't true she does it to literally everyone. It just so happens that our main characters happen to be not white, so we see their interactions more.

If you want to apply an '-ism' it's not so much racism as much as classism.

And re: those sushi comments:

The first one was worded in a way where it's not Chloé turning it into a race thing, it's Adrien turning it into a race thing. Chloé complains about Mari's uncle making soup then asks 'why can't he make sushi like everyone else?'. Yes it brings an Asian food in relation to an Asian character but in the wrong exact combo, but that's not what she was saying. Her wording made it sound like a majority of other chefs were making sushi, why couldn't he do that instead? It's Adrien who brings up Chinese vs. Japanese.

Furthermore even if they were /trying/ to make her sound racist there, this entire bit/lesson/etc. is completely muddled by the show itself mixing Japanese and Chinese culture when it came to the Akuma.

The second one isn't even particularly racist? Firstly she got the locale right. Kagami is Japanese and so is sushi. Secondly the full context is that she was saying that Adrien would go off and live in Japan with her and eat sushi for the rest of his life. It would be the same if Kagami had been british and she said 'he'll be eating tea and crumpets' or if she were american and she said 'he'll be eating burgers'. It's not so much derogatory as just. Stating an iconic food from the region to hammer in the fact that Adrien would be married off and living in a different country entirely.

Like I'm white af so take all of this with a grain of salt. But I just think that if they wanted to make this a race thing they did a piss on the poor job of it

[hannie-dul-set]

sorry but golden retriever sungchan x black cat reader is the only canon option! if you write a blurb on this pls i will actually kiss you in the mouth (ily btw)

[man on a mission]. jung sungchan has taken it upon himself to make you laugh at least once a day.

“you’re so fucking lame,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes, sitting in front of him at the cafeteria while he has two chopsticks sticking out of his nose. “gross,” you say, but the slight quirk of your lips and the way you quickly reach for your iced lemonade to cover it up makes him pump his fist in the air in victory— even at the expense of his image.

“ha! you laughed! i win.”

his other friends ask him why he even bothers. or, in the words of anton, “hyung, why are you so hell bent on making a fool out of yourself at least once a day?” but his motivations go beyond the selfish desire of proving that his sense of humor can even penetrate the moody and scary (i.e. you). sungchan has made is a mission to make you laugh every single day because of one single reason.

sungchan is simply sick and tired of people talking shit about you.

“it’s ridiculous!” he huffs, slamming both fists on the table after anton asked him the question. “they don’t even know them that well!” yet those same people call you bossy, call you a stick in the mud, temperamental and so on and so forth— which, sungchan has to admit isn’t all wrong. you’re always scowling or glaring or telling people off, but your love language is violence and words needled with spikes. sungchan is the only with enough fluency to see the tenderness in your light punches and your eloquent “fuck you’s” straight to his face.

no, he doesn’t want you to change. he doesn’t want you to soften up your edges just because of the thoughtless impressions of a couple dozen unimportant people. 

but it won’t hurt to see you laughing ever so often, right?

“oh my god, stop it,” you wheeze, hands pressed tightly to your face after sungchan shows you a dumb tiktok video he just saw, then imitating it with just as much grace and passion, causing you to snort out loud and burst into a fit. “fuck’s sake, i hate you so much.”

once more, mission accomplished. he forced you to tag along with his friends for dinner today, so that was a necessary move to break the ice— especially because anton is kind of afraid of you. seeing you out of your usual resting bitch face should ease their intimidation, and jung sungchan is proud of himself for a job well done seeing shotaro having a passionate discussion about a manga you’ve both read.

“no way, i couldn’t find a copy anywhere! can you lend it to me?”

there’s  a swell of pride in his chest seeing you talk so easily with someone else other than him. it’s nice to see other people finally seeing you in the same light as he had for the past couple of years. pride. yes. that’s exactly and the only thing he’s feeling right now.

“hey.”

but as your conversation with taro lengthens that you haven’t looked at him since laughing at his joke, and as eunseok discreetly calls his attention while staring at you from across the table with a look in his eyes that’s all too familiar— almost as if he’s looking straight at a mirror—sungchan thinks that maybe he should abort his mission.

“your friend has a pretty smile.”

he knows. he’s been trying to get everyone else to see it all this time.

[absurddino]

Death's kiss

For @thiamficweekly week 17

Wc: 1620 | rating: t | tw/cw: main character death, death | tags: Thiam as ghosts

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Death is kind of like floating. The moment of impact hurts. Like being thrown off the seventh story. But then it becomes blissful, in a really fucked up way. 

Suddenly all problems. All worries, they disappear from your mind. It's like looking up at the starry night sky, thinking: 'I'm nothing compared to the universe.' That's what death is like.

Obviously, Theo hadn't anticipated dying today. 

He'd gotten up and gotten ready, he put on the clothes he wore yesterday (something he will probably regret after learning that, yes, ghosts are real. Spending an eternity with an oil stain on the front of his shirt might get old). He'd brushed his teeth, put on his shoes, neglected eating breakfast because every penny counts and he's already lost too many.

In the end, the way he went... A stray bullet leftover from one of the hunters, ending up in some guys gun only to end up in his shoulder with no one there to help him, because even though him and Scott are on somewhat amicable terms, he's away for college and, let's face it, Theo's too ashamed to ask anyone else for help. 

He goes quickly. He's okay with it. 

The boy standing in front of him, hands on his hips, decidedly is not. 

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" he asks, the moment Theo's eyes blink back open, after he thought he'd closed them forever. "You're a fucking wimp, you know that? Acting all broody and shit, while you could've just asked for help!" 

"Oh, fuck you," Theo mumbles, rubbing a hand over his face. It's his luck to get stuck with some annoying loser who thinks he knows everything better the moment he dies, yet he feels lighter than he has in hours as he stands, parting from his deceased body. "For your information, that wasn't a normal bullet. I couldn't just go to the hospital." 

"Yeah. I'm not stupid." The boy crosses his arms. "But you could've gone to Melissa, or Argent. Or, like, anyone else. But, no! Little Theo Raeken needed to go out with one last depressing bang." 

Theo pauses. "Do I know you?" 

The boy sighs. It's the first time Theo has looked at him properly, short hair, the bluest eyes he's ever seen. He looks like he's constantly agitated, or maybe that's only now. Theo's feeling pretty agitated as well, if he's honest. Can't even get a moment of rest after he died, it seems. 

He doesn't recognise him, though. He would have, if he ever met him. His face isn't something you'd forget. Even now, Theo thinks it might be burned into his memory forever. From his sharp eyes to the downturn of his pink lips.

"Of course you don't know me. I doubt Scott would've ever told you about me. Can't ruin his perfect fucking reputation. I gave him a piece of my mind after you killed him. Thanks for that, by the way." He smiles, holding a hand outstretched between them. "I'm Liam." 

Theo takes his hand. It feels as real as a human touch, which makes him halt. He'd thought ghosts would feel different. He hadn't thought ghosts were real at all. "Theo," he says, eventually. 

"Yeah, I knew that." 

"How?" Theo asks. He eyes his dead body and Liam must take notice of how uncomfortable it's making him, because he nudges him towards the street. It's not the fact that he's dead that bothers him, really, he's been dead before and he's honestly grateful he's not back in Hell with Tara. The thought of someone finding his body, though, that's what messes with him. 

Liam hums as he walks straight through the people on the sidewalk. "Well, ever since Scott killed me I've been meaning to get my revenge. So, obviously, I had to stalk you guys. His pack. His family. Whatever helped me get closer to my goal." 

"Scott killed you?" 

The feeling of walking through people is something he might not ever get used to. It's like someone is swirling around his insides with a pair of chopsticks. And so, he tries to dodge most of the people, which makes Liam snort. 

"Yep. Wasn't great, actually. Much less 'I'll just lay here and die' than your death was." Liam shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and ducks into another alley. Theo follows him, because what else is he supposed to do? "I'm his first beta," Liam tells him. "He won't admit it, but I am. He bit me and my body couldn't handle it. Very slow, very painful death. He kept me locked up in a bunker, where no one could hear me scream. Well, until I died. After that he buried me out in the woods. No one has found me yet, my parents still think I'm alive. Somewhere." 

"And now you want to kill Scott?" Theo asks. It makes sense. He would want to kill Scott if he was in the same position. Hell, he wants to kill Scott on a near daily basis just because of his annoying face.

"Well, you already did that." Liam shrugs, leaning against the brick wall. "I thought that was, like, what was holding me back from moving on. Some ghosts say you can only move on from the mortal realm after completing your unfinished business, others say you're stuck as a ghost until everyone forgets about you." 

"There's other ghosts? In Beacon Hills?" 

He hopes there's no one here he killed. That could become awkward. Or lethal, if there's any way for ghosts to die. 

Liam grins. "I'm the cutest one, though." He holds out his hand and it takes a while for Theo to realize he's supposed to put his hand in his. 

"Come on," Liam says, when he finally does, and promptly pulls him through the wall. 

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Theo leans a handful of things in the span of two hours. 

1. Laura Hale makes the best alcoholic beverages and ghosts (even werewolves and weird science experiments) apparently have no issue getting drunk. 

2. There are a lot of ghosts in Beacon Hills. Different ages and species blending together at the bar, like they've been doing it for centuries. Most of them have. 

3. Liam Dunbar is the most magnificent boy in the entire universe, and he's only admitting that because he's drunk. 

They're sitting at the bar, and it's immediately crystal clear that Liam is a big deal around here. Theo can't place his finger on what it is exactly, but people gravitate towards him like moths to a flame. 

Liam laughs at the appropriate moments, flirts with a girl wearing pigtails and a bubble skirt, fixes an old man's tie and in the same breath compliments another person's eyeshadow. 

He's...fuck, he's like really attractive. 

Theo must be staring. He knows he is, and yet he can't seem to stop. It might be something in the drinks, it might be the shock of dying. All of that's probably just an excuse for Liam. 

Liam who is turning to look at him, mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he softly kicks Theo's shin. 

"Are you jealous or something?" Liam asks, sly grin on his face. It snaps Theo right out of his thoughts. He'd been staring right at him. Good thing he wasn't drooling.  

"Jealous? Of you?" He scoffs. "You wish." 

Liam's grin spreads wider. "I didn't mean of me. I meant of them." He licks his lips. "Do you want me all to yourself, Raeken?" 

"Stop talking to me like we know each other so well." Theo gets off the bar chair he's been sitting on, wobbling on his legs. So what? He's never been drunk before. "Matter of fact, stop talking all together." 

"I can work with that," Liam says. His touch against Theo's arm feels near electric, hand sliding down until it's wrapped around his wrist. "Follow me." 

Theo does. Because he's dead and what else is he supposed to do when a pretty boy tells him to follow? He can have this, for fucks sake, he's allowed. 

Liam is on him the moment they slide back through the wall, pushing him against the opposite side of the alley, hands sliding up over his torso to grasp his jaw and tilt him forward. Their lips connect and it's unlike anything Theo's ever felt before. 

He gasps into it. How could he not? This is the craziest thing he's ever done and he's done a lot of crazy shit. He can feel Liam smiling against his mouth and all his jealousy dissipates. 

It doesn't matter who he complimented, or talked to, or helped. Because it's Theo that gets to have him now. All to himself, hidden between two towering buildings.

Liam hums as their lips move together. Their breaths mingle, the taste of beer and something smokey transferring. 

For someone that died when he was sixteen he sure as Hell can kiss. 

Theo can't help but groan into his mouth, pressing harder against him, until suddenly all the pressure is gone and he's left gulping in breaths with his head tilted back against the brick wall behind him. 

He feels like he's starving. There's a pathetic kind of need coursing through his veins. It's something he's never felt before, something that doesn't have anything to do with how many drinks he had. It settles low in his stomach, keeping him warm while Liam's hands spread out over his chest. 

"That enough of not talking for you?" Liam asks, moving closer until Theo can feel his hot breath against his neck. He presses a single kiss against his pulse. 

Theo swallows. "Think I need some more of that, uh, not talking."

[theplumblossomswordsman]

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it's a rare sight to see chung myung quiet and almost…well-mannered. ever since this morning, the disciples have noticed his change of behavior. they watched him train ― following the regimen without any complaints or notorious feedback, mostly ignoring the mistakes from the other disciples which was unusual. knowing him and his sharp eyes, he would be lashing out insults and curses the moment he sees a mistake. yet there he was, silent and focused on his swings as if his sahyungjes were nonexistent. during lunchtime, he ate like a human, using chopsticks and not spilling a single grain of rice causing the disciples to drop their jaws in disbelief. the normal chung myung would've inhaled the food already leaving nothing but a mess on the table. the mad dog of mount hua seemed docile for the first time in history and it's causing unrest and fear among the disciples.

“sasuk, you should try talking to him.” yun jong whispered to baek cheon, with the rest also nodding their heads in agreement. chung myung is insusceptible to change, it's an undeniable fact just like how the sun rises from the east. but now it seems the sun rose from the west today seeing how chung myung is acting. hearing yun jong's suggestion, baek cheon couldn't help but give them a blank, hopeless stare. ‘you only remember me as your sasuk at times like this.’ he grumbled internally as he sighed and glanced at chung myung's direction.

gathering his courage, he finally spoke to chung myung. “chung myung-ah, is something wrong?” he quietly gulped, a bead of sweat rolling down his temples hoping that their meddling won't incur the wrath of this devil. however, in contrast to their expectations, chung myung didn't snap at them nor even bother to lift his head from his rice bowl. “i don't feel well…” he said, voice soft and almost inaudible. they did notice that he looked a bit pale and listless but they ignored it, thinking there's no way this asura from hell would get sick but hearing it now from the asura himself, they couldn't help but freeze in their spot. truly, the earth must've tilted on the opposite side of the axis to create this kind of phenomenon.

“are you ill?”

“feverish?”

“colds?”

chung myung's face distorted at their nonsense. “these little shits…no, not those. i just feel a bit strange today.” he said and went back to finishing his meal in a humane manner and pace.

“yes, strange…”

“very strange.” the five swords could only exchange confused glances at each other. forcing an answer from chung myung might not end well, especially since he claimed he ‘wasn’t feeling well’.

it was the next day when they finally realized what kind of ‘strange’ chung myung was talking about.

“who the fuck is this kid?!” jo gul exclaimed, pointing his trembling hands to a young child, about five years of age, standing in the middle of the white plum dormitory wearing an oversized mount hua uniform.

“why does he resemble chung myung?” yun jong knelt in front of the kid, examining his features. his black unkempt hair was down and his sharp pink eyes were staring at him with bewilderment and curiosity.

jo gul crouched beside yun jong, his eyes also scanning the child in front of them. “do you think chung myung has a son- ow!” yun jong hit his head before he could even finish his sentence.

inhaling sharply, yun jong faced the child, a gentle friendly smile tugging on his lips. he didn't want to scare the kid so he wore the best expression he could ever muster. “child, what's your name?” his voice was so sweet and endearing that it even sent shivers up jo gul's spine and the other third-class disciples who were watching the scene and heard it.

“chung myung.” the child replied with his tiny voice, his face showed no lies or deception and his big pink eyes were filled with nothing but innocence and honesty.

“pardon?”

“my name is chung myung.”

“ahh chung myung…” before yun jong could process anything, he was already foaming in the mouth. “sahyung! get a hold of it!” jo gul grabbed his shoulders and shook the life back into him.

bang! the dormitory doors slid open and baek cheon rushed inside, pushing himself between yun jong and jo gul. “you're telling me this child is chung myung's son?!” he exclaimed in horror.

“no sasuk…calm down.” jo gul tugged baek cheon's sleeves, his expression unreadable not knowing whether he'd laugh or cry in this situation. “he's not chung myung's child. he is chung myung.”

baek cheon stared at jo gul for a long while searching his face for something that says ‘nah i'm just kidding’ but all he could see was a stern and serious expression.

“where is sahyung?” little chung myung broke the silence in the hall. his head turned around, eyes searching the crowd of disciples in front of him but he couldn't find the person he was looking for. for him, all these faces were unfamiliar. it would feel overwhelming for a child like him but chung myung being chung myung, he's tougher than a boulder and unyielding like an oak tree. and being surrounded by people wearing mount hua's uniform, he knew he's in a safe place.

“sahyung? you mean me?” yun jong first replied, pointing to himself since he's the great sahyung of the third-class disciples. but little myung shook his head. “you're not my sahyung.” the five swords exchanged glances, they're at a loss at the moment. if it's not yun jong, who else could be chung myung's sahyung?

“little myung-ah, what's your sahyung's name?” tang soso finally stepped in, crouching a bit to match the child's height. the question made little chung myung tilt his head in wonder, his small face puzzled while trying to think of an answer. “uhm sahyung is sahyung…” he clearly doesn't know his sahyung's name.

sighing, baek cheon stood up and straightened his crumpled robes. “this won't do. first, let's try to figure out what happened to chung myung and then find a way to turn him back to normal. for the time being, we should take care of him in this form.” just as he finished those words, little myung's stomach let out an angry growl.

“i'm hungry…” he mumbled with a pout. everyone froze on the spot. the scene was just too adorable that it scares them for some reason.

“cute…” yu iseol said her first word of the day, her eyes shimmering as she adored the little child from the back.

tang soso chuckled and lifted little myung into her arms. “myung-ah is hungry. we should feed myung-ah lots of meat so myung-ah would grow big and strong!”

“s-soso what are you doing…?” yun jong stuttered trying to comprehend what's going on and how can tang soso just pick up that demon child chung myung like it's a normal child. even baek cheon and the others were now in their fleeing stance, ready to take off if something unfortunate happens.

“what?!” tang soso frowned. “he's just a poor hungry child.” she then turned her head to little myung. “isn't that right, myung-ah?” little chung myung nodded, then asked, “what's your name?” his little head tilted sideways which made tang soso squeal internally. “you can call me sago.”

“sago.” little myung called with his sweet, tiny voice. tang soso finally lost it and squealed out loud, squeezing the tiny devil in her arms and rubbing her face on his soft chubby cheeks. “sago will feed you lots of meat and sweets!” and with that, she disappeared in a flash, only leaving a cloud of dust behind her. the rest of the disciples could only stare in admiration. tang soso's bravery is unmatched when it comes to dealing with chung myung.

“i…want to do it too…” yu iseol rushed to follow them, even using her qigong to quickly reach the dining hall.

jo gul could only scratch his head. “uhh do what?”

“pinch little chung myung's cheeks probably.” his sahyung yun jong shrugged.

baek cheon, who seems to be the only one who's worried about the situation, groaned while massaging the bridge of his nose. as the daesahyung, he wanted to solve this dilemma as soon as possible. dragging jo gul and yun jong with him, they headed to the sect leader's residence to report and then proceeded to do research in the library about this abnormal occurrence.

fortunately, this incident is temporary and the victim is said to return to their normal state after twenty-four hours. after finding the conclusion to their questions and theories, baek cheon, yun jong, and jo gul finally relaxed. they regrouped with tang soso and yu iseol to inform them about their findings only to witness the two playing dress up with the kid chung myung.

“he looks ugly!” jo gul bursted laughing, clutching his stomach in the process and wiping the tears that welled up in the corners of his eyes. even yun jong, who's known for his composure couldn't help but snort and snicker at the sight of little myung wearing colorful toddler robes and other outfits. the five of them spent the rest of the day playing and entertaining little myung.

it was late in the evening when the kid finally got tired and sleepy. “i…didn't see sahyung today…” he mumbled while cradled in baek cheon's arms, his small head resting cozily on his sasuk’s broad shoulder. until now, the five swords weren't able to uncover the identity of chung myung's sahyung. the kid described him as tall with neatly tied long hair and strict demeanor yet not a single person with such description came to mind. they wanted to help little myung meet his sahyung before the day ends but they couldn't find any clue about this person. knowing that this part of chung myung is undoubtedly his childhood memory and hearing him yearn for someone so eagerly made their hearts ache. it's not everyday they can witness this mad dog express his true emotions as he would usually mask it with his brash and violent behavior. “i miss my sahyung…” that was the last thing they heard from little myung before he dozed off in baek cheon's arms.

the next day, the doors of the white plum dormitory flew from its hinges and shattered into pieces. “yah.” as the dust settled, chung myung emerged with a devilish grin. he was tilting his head side to side while cracking his knuckles loudly, each step he took was heavy, smashing the stone tiles that lead to the training grounds. “i had a very strange dream and i think all of you are involved in it.”

the five swords couldn't even take a step back, the fear secured their trembling knees in place. cold sweat dampened their fresh uniforms and their lips tugged into awkward smiles as they try to appease the demon in front of them. “w-what are you talking about chung myung-ah? like you said, it's just a dream. a dream.” baek cheon couldn't even hide his shaking voice. each one of them could feel chung myung's overwhelming pressure that's pushing their feet deeper into the ground.

chung myung however, ignored their excuses and explanations. without warning, he kicked the ground and lunged at them with a raised fist. “clench your teeth kids, this is going to hurt.” hearing the cries outside his windows,the sect leader sipped his tea with a smile. it's another fine morning in mount hua.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

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[39seasofnevermore]

Cedlock crack 12

Cedric: I asked Greylock to go out with me!

Goodwyn: I'm sorry to hear that, Cedric.

Cedric: What? Why!?

Goodwyn: Well, I assume he said no.

Cedric: Well for once you're wrong, father, because he said yes!

Goodwyn: I'm sorry for him then.

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Greylock: Cedric, there is something I must confess...

Cedric: Yes?

Greylock: I...I love your smile...

Cedric: W-Well, there is something I must confess.

Greylock: Oh?

Cedric: That smile only exists when I'm with you...

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Cedric: Merlin's mushrooms...he's so handsome, I wonder what he's thinking about.

Greylock: *Thinking* Wed nes day? Weddensday? Wensday?

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Sofia: Would you rather kiss Mr. Cedric or-

Greylock: Kiss Cedric.

Sofia: I haven't said the rest-

Greylock: I don't need to hear it.

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Cedric: Pay attention!

Greylock: I have a lot on my mind right now, I'm in love!

Cedric: And why would I care about that!?

Greylock: Because I'm in love with you!

Cedric: O-Oh, well, er- That changes things-

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Greylock: There is a very clear difference between us.

Cedric: *Scoffs* Enlighten me.

Greylock: You are playing hard to get. I am hard to get rid of.

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Cedric: *Removes his robe*

Greylock: Nice pants, hattrick!

Cedric: Oh, thank you. I got them at some shop in Dunwiddie for fifty percent off.

Greylock: They would be much better a hundred percent off...

Cedric: *Blinks* You really expect shops to just sell clothes for free? You know nothing about running a business, Greylock.

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Greylock: *Blushing* I-If I were to say I love you, would you say it back?

Cedric: Well, yes...

Greylock: Really!?

Cedric: Yes-

Greylock: I love you!

Cedric: It back.

Greylock: ...I will be right back.

*Later*

Cedric: Why in the world is Greylock banging his head against a tree?

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Sofia: *Whispers* Why are Mr. Cedric and Mr. Greylock sitting with their backs to each other?

Wormwood: They had a quarrel.

Sofia: Why are they holding hands then?

Wormwood: *Groans* They get upset when they argue.

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Greylock: Cedric?

Cedric: What.

Greylock: Are you free tomorrow?

Cedric: No.

Greylock: Oh...

Cedric: I am EXPENSIVE.

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*In Hexley hall*

Cedric; And that is my story I'm writing for class...

Greylock: *Claps loudly* Oh, I loved it! It had action, adventure, romance!

Cedric: What romance?

Greylock: ...I have feelings for you?

Cedric: YOU WHAT?

~~~~~~~~~

Sofia: So, who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Greylock: We're chopsticks!

Sofia: Awww! Does that mean you just cuddle together evenly?

Cedric: No, that means that if one of us got taken away then the only thing the other could possibly do is attack.

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Cedric: Wormy, I am done with Greylock! He thinks he can affect me like this? Not any longer!

Greylock: *Walks in* Hello yardstick-

Cedric: AH! *Accidentally backhands Greylock*

Greylock: AH!

Cedric: O-Oh...*Thinking* Should I say are you alright or I'm so sorry...*Blinks* Are you so sorry!?

Greylock: *Tears up* Wh-WHY-

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[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

Can we have a spoiler for the next secret secret chapter

heheh, yes you may

wasn't sure if I wanted to share the entire scene, so I just picked my favorite parts:

This is for those who like cute moments

You watched as he slurped up the noodles from his chopsticks, the red broth staining the corners of his mouth even as he licked up the remaining moisture. With a small smile, you reached over with a napkin to wipe it away, and he turned to you with wide eyes and full cheeks. You snickered. “I can see why fans compare you to a squirrel.” Jisung whined, but with his mouth full, he couldn’t say anything to defend himself.

This is for something to look forward to

“Besides, it’s not like I come here everyday. Although, if I knew I’d find such nice company, I probably would have come here sooner,” You said, pushing your shoulder gently against his. “Ah, I don’t come here often either. Although, if you asked, I would definitely show up just for you.” Jisung gave you a wicked grin, and you covered your mouth with a laugh in hopes of hiding your flushed cheeks, shaking your head in amusement. You didn’t know him that well, but you weren’t expecting something like that to come out of his mouth. “Wow, Jisung. Are you flirting with me?” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “And if I am?”

And this one is just for my own amusement

“Yah! Stop laughing!” “I can’t,” You said breathlessly. “Seriously, you’re ruining the moment.” You just laughed harder, eyes closed and chest hurting from the shakes that wracked your body. Hands grabbed your waist gently, and you titled your head down with a smile. Jisung looked up at you, eyes betraying his amusement. “You done?” You took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think I’m good. I’m sorry.” “Good.” It was then that you realized just how close the two of you had gotten since your laughing attack. His hands were still on your waist, face inches apart. You felt your smile drop slowly, eyes darting down to his mouth on instinct. Or maybe it was want. It felt odd, because you couldn’t smell him. He was wearing scent blockers. And even if he could smell you, it wasn’t your real scent, and it wouldn’t be affected by your feelings. Neither one of you was being drawn in to each other based on instinct. And yet there you were, staring at each other in a knowing way, both of you too afraid to make that first move. You didn’t even know each other that well. His hand tightened on your waist, and you reach out to grab his forearms, not sure if you wanted to pull him away, or pull him closer. Jisung let go. “We should head back.” “Yeah.” You forced down the disappointment. It was for the best. So why did it feel so wrong?

Enjoy!

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 56

Well, back in my room, I got into the bathroom and hopped in the shower.

I totally, genuinely refused, to masturbate. I wasn't going to jack off to Katsuki. Even though his submissive look wouldn't get out of my mind, it was still really fresh.

But yeah, I took a cold shower and when my dick had gone back to normal, I changed the temperature to take a warm shower. The instant relaxation I felt in my muscles made me groan with pleasure and close my eyes.

Katsuki's massage did work after all.

I got out of the shower and put on my sleepwear, dried my hair a bit and got in my bed after turning off the light.

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-Some days later-

During these past few days, Katsuki had been kind of avoiding me a bit, not completely though.

We talked normally, but when we were left alone for too long, he would blush and ignore me for the rest of the day. It was obvious that he was still embarrassed about what happened the other day because I was embarrassed too.

But today, Izuku, Eijiro, Uraraka, Tsuyu and I had been called by the Big Three.

We went to Sir's funeral. It was hard, to be there, acknowledge that he was gone and not cry. But Togata senpai wasn't crying, and he had known Sir longer than me, so I held back my tears for now.

And I cried for a few minutes when we came back to the dorm, in my room all alone.

The internship had been suspended for now, Sir's agency was now under Centipede, and Eri had finally woken up, something Aizawa told us while we were on the bus on our way back.

For now, during a normal day of class, Ectoplasm was teaching us math.

"It's not that elegant... but, calculate the integral of this equation. Whoever has the answer, lift your hand."

I stared at it for a few seconds before I began writing it down. Like a minute later, my hand was about to lift.

"Midoriya." I looked over my shoulder at Izuku, he was standing up in an extreme-kinda way, and I chucked.

"107/11!"

That's close...

"Wrong. Yaoyorozu." I can't fucking lift my hand to answer.

Well, Yaomomo might have the right answer anyway.

"It's 107/25."

Or maybe not.

"Wrong. Anybody else?" After Ectoplasm said that, the class was in a heavy silence. The smartest in class... was wrong? That's something you don't see every day.

And now, this was my chance.

I lifted my arm slowly, and immediately, everyone's eyes were on me. Katsuki growled behind me, very lowly, "Don't look at him so much..." he growled in a mumble. My heart fluttered but I cleared my throat and answered the equation.

"107/28."

"Correct." When he said that, a noise of amazement filled the room and the bell signalling lunchtime did too.

"I didn't know you were so smart, (L/n)-kun," I turned around a bit, only to see Jiro, Sero, Kaminari, Mina and Eijiro staring at me, I just laughed sheepishly while I scratched the back of my head.

"Well, Ectoplasm used to be my homeroom teacher, so I had math quite often," they made a realization noise this time and everybody stood up to go to the cafeteria.

As we sat down together at a table -the whole Bakusquad-, Katsuki plopped beside me and rested his head on my shoulder.

My body was paralyzed (lol) on its own, and I heard Mina aww-ing at us, Katsuki hid his face in my neck, and I saw Eijiro looking at us with a shine in his eyes.

"Eijiro... are you okay?" He stared at me and opened his mouth to say something, but instead, he got his phone out. He tapped on it a few times, and my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Ei-kun;

Please tell me you are dating!

I nudged Katsuki slightly, and he groaned, looking up at me. I signalled down to my phone and his eyes moved downwards. His eyes widened and a subtle blush coated his face, backing away from me and taking out his phone. I pocketed back mine and picked up my chopsticks.

"Yes!" Eijiro screamed, standing up with his arms above his head, still holding his phone.

Katsuki told him, didn't he?

Well, I ain't complaining.

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The day went by, and when we changed out of our uniforms at the dorm, Mina gave the idea to play a game.

"How about 7 minutes in heaven? Innocent version!" Some boys were excited about the idea, and Mineta... was being Mineta, as always.

"What do you exactly mean by 'innocent version', Mina-chan?" Uraraka asked her.

"It means, only kisses are allowed, but if you don't want, you can just talk with however you got," Kaminari and Mineta were whispering to each other, and I stared at Mina, ignoring their voices.

"And what do we do about those two, Mina?" She turned to them and then at me, smirking mischievously.

"They can only participate if they get a boy, which is highly possible to happen." Everyone chuckled as both of them got up and walked away, mumbling something about not wanting to play anymore.

"Well, who's going to play?!" Uraraka exclaimed excitedly, and most accepted, even me.

Usually, I would've said no, but this wasn't the original game, so we could just talk with whoever we got, so I jumped in and sat in between Sero and Jiro. It was kind of a surprise that she accepted to play too, but then again, most did because it was an innocent version of the actual game.

Behind me was the couch, the coffee table was moved to a side, and those who were going to play sat in a circle in the common room. Katsuki said he didn't want to play, but he still sat behind me, his legs wrapping around my front, placing his feet on top of my thighs. Eijiro stared at us again from across the circle with stars in his eyes.

That is what you call a shipper, right...?

"Alright, is everybody here?" Various affirmative answers were heard as Mina stood up, "Before we start, what pair do you expect the most?"

I looked around for a second, nobody was saying anything, and the moment I saw Uraraka staring at Izuku with a blush, I smirked.

"Maybe, Izuku and Uraraka?"

Both mentioned blushed furiously as everyone stared at them, and we laughed at their reactions.

They're cute. (Just to get this across, I don't ship Deku x Uraraka)

"That's a good one, but I thought of a better one..." Mina said and she looked at Shoto, and then stared at me with heart in her eyes, "(M/n)-kun and Todoroki-kun! The ikemen of our class!"

My expression was blank for a second until I almost spontaneously combusted. I hid my face on Katsuki's legs, who by the way, was shaking with rage.

"I'll play too!" He yelled and made space for himself between Sero and me. Nobody said anything about his change of mind, but when Mina placed the empty bottle in the middle of the circle, our game began.

[huntershowl-moving]

IT ISN'T LONG AFTER PERSEPHONE LEAVES the bath and settles in that the doorbell rings. they nearly jump out of their skin at the sound, how sudden and loud it is. she's half-off the couch and ready to dive for cover when gojo gets up. he is calm, not a hint of caution on his face — though that isn't unusual for him. even if there were danger, persephone suspects he'd smile in its face.

her muscles unwind one at a time as he approaches the door and hefts a large plastic bag into his hand from the person on the other side. seph settles back into their seat with a low huff of a breath. it was more of a physical reaction than a conscious one, and her body fights still, a tight anxiety coiling up in her chest in the wake of being startled by another presence. but it's fine. they're safe. it's satoru's voice in her head that repeats it now: you're safe.

they're silent — and judging by their expression, a little shocked — as he lays out a metric fuckton of sushi options onto the coffee table in front of them. even the most mundane actions are taken cautiously: she waits for satoru to eat before picking up a pair of chopsticks and hunting down an assortment of tuna, yellowtail and tamago pieces to claim for her plate. some nigiri and sashimi, too.

they didn't realize how hungry they were. it's the first proper meal she's had in weeks, maybe months — and their silence as they savor each piece is a testament to that. wild how it feels good to experience food you like instead of scarfing down military rations whenever you get a moment to breathe. and she eyes him, too, the things he chooses from such a large array. tempura somehow makes sense for him; she wouldn't be able to explain it if asked, but it sparks a warm feeling.

they're about to refill their plate when satoru speaks. the chopsticks pause midair. almost robotic, a perfect stillness only achievable by the arms she possesses, the same thing that gives her an edge with a sniper rifle over other prodigies. there are so many things wrong with what he said that she doesn't even know where to start, information falling over itself to be thought about first —

— and they breathe in, because their lungs are burning from the lack of air. how much does he know? part of them suspected he would have investigated over the years, but that part was always an idyllic little remnant of a girl long dead. the rest of her, the logical part, knew it was unlikely he gave them another thought in the wake of everything else that he deals with on a daily basis. curses. cursed spirits. the fucking society.

the tower sounds strange on satoru's tongue. sometimes they forget that that's how the world knows amari fletch: a faceless tarot card left behind at the scene of the unseen's highest-profile crimes, the ones that make an example of someone for the whole underworld to see. it isn't exactly difficult to find out their alias, so long as you know the unseen exists, so it's not farfetched to believe that he did a bit of digging. it's impressive that he made the connection, though.

❝ i — ❞ she exhales again, sharp. it's better if he doesn't know. just lie and say yes. if it's a crime by orders, he won't look deeper. but persephone has never been a good liar, and satoru gojo sees too much, and his shirt feels nice on their skin and they're so fucking tired.

she owes him one hell of a debt for all of this. the least they can provide is an answer. finally, quiet and bitter: ❝ no. hellhound has nothing to do with them. it's — personal. ❞ the random victims, the panic of a new serial killer, the slow-built myth of a cursed spirit who transforms into a wolf with too many eyes or teeth or heads or whatever the fuck each region has come up with for their version. she doesn't care; it all serves her well.

fletch — the tower — covers for her with the police, but otherwise they stay their hand. she never figured out how to thank them for that.

seph's movements are slower now as she acquiesces to the demand for more from her body, picking up a similar collection of rolls and nigiri to sit back and enjoy. before she does, her dark eyes cut over to satoru. ❝ how much do you know? ❞

it may have been years, but persephone hasn't changed, not really.  they still have that same haunted look in their eye, the look that makes them look as if they are consistently backed into a corner, ready for the next attack to come their way.  he can't say he blames them, not with the background that they have.  his mind constantly goes to the arms that were attached to her  ––  the way that scar tissue pokes out every so often, how they make a joke of them, play with the middle finger lighter like it's a joke.  there's a sad way that they carry themselves;  he wants to settle in, keep them safe  ––  even if it's never been asked of him.  even if they have never once asked him anything.

the unseen.  he hasn't found much out about them  ––  he keeps his inquiries small, not enough to actively draw attention to himself.  while he can handle himself, he knows that the organization is enough to scare persephone, and he doesn't see them scare easily at any given moment.  all he knows is that they do some very fucked up things, things that should never be able to see the light of day.   satoru has been biding his time over the past ten years  ––  gathering quiet information, mentally keeping his rage hidden.  he keeps thinking of their brother.  he keeps thinking of the things that have happened to them.  the way that there is compression on their souls. 

heavenly pacts.   he absolutely hates them.  they seem to bring nothing more than trouble with them.  but he doesn't say anything about it to persephone, not yet:  she had already been hard to even reach, ready to bolt.  it hadn't been until he had used a nickname that he had brought her in  ––  and he wasn't keen to shatter their fragile sort of alliance just yet.

thumb swipes a few times on his phone, finding the familiar site that he orders from constantly.  eyes flick to the clock  ––  they close in five, and he's pretty sure the guy is going to be mad at him for this.   however, he makes sure he leaves a good tip when placing the order and hopes that it'll be enough to inspire.  

an hour ticks down.  the doorbell goes off and he buzzes the delivery guy in and makes sure to slip him an extra fifty yen on top of the hundreds that he had already tipped.  when he shuts and locks the door, he tripe checks it, then sets out the buffet of sushi just as the door to the bathroom opens up.  the steam that settles into the room makes him glance up, eyes softening slightly at the way that his clothes hang off of their body.  her hair is already drying in the way that makes him question it, makes him want to tug and see what makes it work.  he refrains  ––  he has some self control.

❝  you know, that's the thing about having money.  all you gotta do is flash a really good tip and they're willing to bend over backward. ❞   slight smile and born arrogance.   really, satoru had tipped well over the limit because it was appropriate.   he wouldn't have imagined even attempting it if he didn't have a steady flow of business there already  ––  the extra edamame that was included speaks to just how much he's actually valued there.

once they're seated, he puts a few pieces of tempura shrimp onto his plate, dipping them into soy sauce before popping them into his mouth.   he lets them sit in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the food.  he's hungry after everything, and personally, he has learned that sometimes it's the perfect way to break the tension.

❝  so, did the tower put you up to whatever it was you were doing out there? ❞    it's said with absolute casualty, his chopsticks reaching forth to snag a vegetable roll out of one of the containers.

[ninjakitty2988]

Chapter twelve you are my sunshine

You raise your eyebrow "yes you're not gonna make me eat that stinky natto". There's a lot of tension in the room, not the kind where you can cut the air with a life but Kyojuro was feeling rather playful. Was it the flirty kind of just him having a sense of humour? You weren't sure so you thought you rest the waters a little bit. You pass a little remark "you know kyo you shouldn't play with your food!" He almost spits the natto out from the cheeky remark you made and his name being shortened and his heart is set ablaze in his chest! Shinobu just laughs and continues to listen to the conversation over breakfast while drinking green tea.

Mitsuri looks at Kyojuro and knows exactly what's going on. She's never seen him like this; it's like he's under a spell or something! Mitsuri is getting stirred up. She knows that he's in love with her and you're in love with him. The tell tale signs and signals are developing strongly! Tengan however is a little astounded, yet a smirk is slowly creeping across his lips! Kyojuro picks up some of the natto in his mouth and eats it. "See it's not that bad y/n!" You scrunch your nose "it is ugh yuck..". Kyojuro picks up some more natto on his chopsticks trying to prove you wrong, and shoves the natto directly straight in your mouth! Mitsuri gasps as she ponders "that's an indirect kiss for sure!" Across the table Tengan is grinning from ear to ear!

You however have the fermented soya beans in your mouth! Ever since you first tasted natto as a child, you never liked the texture, the taste or the smell you couldn't tolerate it! And now you have the fermented soybeans in your mouth, also possibly Kyojuros saliva! He's definitely amused with the bold move he did himself, Kyojuro is grinning playfully! Your face is crimson red just as bright tips of his hair. You chew the natto and swallow it quickly expecting the same experience you had when you first tried natto. You shudder in an instant as the food slides down your gullet!

You have a slight aftertaste but it's not as bad as you thought! Aoi must have put something in with the natto to make it more palatable on the tongue!

"Kyo, it's not as bad as I thought I.." he does it again, and feeds you the natto with his chopsticks without any warning. Another indirect kiss! "Hey I have my own chopsticks and I can manage to feed myself, flame hashria!" He grins mischievously "aww come on let me feed you!"

You are a flustered mess "I..umm Kyo". Mitsuri Kanroji can't take it anymore, she is bouncing and Tengan is enjoying watching you getting flustered by his best friend feeding you! Kyojuro leans in closer to you "have you had enough, are you feeling full?"

You nod "y-eah". Kyojuro beams "wonderful, not as bad as you used to think, my sunshine!" Your heart is pounding in your chest now he's calling you his sunshine?! Mitsuri lets out a squeal! She can not contain herself. You get nervous and you stand up but Kyojuro grabs your finger tips. "Where are you going y/n, are you ok?" You look at him straight in his face still blushing "I am going to have a wash I need to freshen up" Kyojuro stands up "I will help you.." before Kyojuro finished talking, Tengan interrupts he wolf whistles at the both of you "are going to strip her naked and wash her body Rengoku?" Kyojuro's cheeks rapidly burn! "Why don't you join her? She can wash your naked body!"

Gyomei Himejima scolds Tengan "Uzui Tengan I don't think Rengoku has any unmannerly intentions for that particular way!" Tengen looks stunned and stops teasing the both of you, looking like he's been told off by his father.

Both of you walked out of the room where you sat to eat, both of you are a flustered mess! You and Kyojuro walk down to your sleeping quarters and you go to shut the door behind you. You pace around to gather some soaps for your wash your skin and your hair. You've been longing for a wash, some simple yet also essential pleasures you intend to enjoy.

Kyojuro grabs a hold of your wrist and you yelp not expecting him to do so. "My apologies, my sunshine for Tengan's explicit behaviour!" Kyojuro pulls you closer to hug you, wrapping his large hand around your head and then wraps his other hand around the small of your back and pulls you closer causing you to lean your head on his chest unintentionally. You can hear Kyojuro's heartbeat pounding in his chest "kyo you shouldn't have to apologize for his behaviour! However I do have a question about why you called me your sunshine?" You can feel the heat radiate off his body after you quizz him, "well I can stop calling you sunshine if you want or do you much prefer my ember maybe my little flame?"

Your heart is pounding in your chest! You stumble over your words "kyo..juro is the s..s.. something you want to say?" Kyojuro takes a deep breath, his face looks at you with a serious look, you slightly panic and then his face changes softly! "Please forgive me if I come on too strong, please sit down for a moment with me won't you?" You silently nod and sit next to Kyojuro unsure what he wants to say, you fiddle with your sleeve he instantly notices. He pulls you on his lap only to try and calm you down! you are tense, very uncertain of having no idea what he's going to do or say! "Come now don't fret I won't won't hurt you!"

You start to relax as he strokes your hair. "Well then the thing is we mostly grew up together right?" You nod "yes indeed we did." Kyojuro clears his throat and continues to speak, "so you know me most of my life and I know you well too". You listen closely to what he wants to say, he sighs "I never thought of you as a sister and, I know you feel that you never thought of me as a brother!" You nod to confirm his explanation but stay silent. He blushes intensively "l…have fallen deeply in love with you y/n, i am more than infatuated towards you, will you be mine?"

You look at Kyojuro your blushing furiously and open your mouth but no sound comes out, your stunned at his confession! You ponder for a small moment trying to wrap it around in your mind what he has said. Kyojuro thinks he's overstepped the mark and looks incredibly troubled. You snap out of your thoughts and look at Kyojuro you gingerly lift a hand to his cheek. You are barely audible but it was just enough for Kyojuro to hear it, your head is nodding,"yes I will be yours I.. l..love you too Kyo." His mood instantly changes, he's feeling ecstatic, pulling you closer to him on his lap. "My goodness, I thought I overstepped the mark then".

You smile sweetly "no of course not kyo". Hearing her say that makes him elated. "May I kiss you?" You giggle "you don't have to ask my permission to kiss me." He wastes no time. He's been aching to kiss you for a while, longing to confess his feelings to you. He wanted to choose a perfect moment, but he couldn't wait any longer. He is so needy he wants his greedy lips on yours. He leans forward towards you, he cups both of your cheeks and kisses you softly, he deepens the kiss and slightly moans. Using his tongue to gain entry to the inside of your mouth, you slightly open your mouth enough for him to slide his tongue. Both tongues dancing together, you moan ever so quietly. You both break away from the kiss for air, after what you felt was a few moments!

[st0rmyskies]

Thought I'd share on tumbl a HSH-related question I got on the server that was fun to answer.

In theory, how petty would each of the boys be if someone in the house pissed them off? Things like touching others' stuff, moving shit, throwing stuff away they shouldn't have or like teasing that went too far.

Behold, answers below the cut for length.

Time - When he gets pissed off, his pettiness manifests as the Silent Treatment. He's perfectly happy to stand in the same room with someone, hell even right next to them, and not say a damn word. Not look them in the eye, not even look at them. He can keep up said treatment indefinitely; rumor has it that he still gives his brother (Wind's dad) the silent treatment to this day after well over two decades of living apart. It's enough to drive some people Wars nuts.

Wars - Speaking of everyone's favorite prima donna, he's the type to go out of his way to call someone out on their BS. He will loudly and repeatedly verbally berate someone for pissing him off. "Oh dear, there's a dish left in the sink? Don't let Wild see that, who knows what he'll slip in your next meal." "Out of shampoo, are you? Stay away from Legend's, he'll kick down your door at some obscene hour of the night to put a curse on you for it." Etc etc. If there's one thing Wars is good for, it's running his mouth.

Twilight - Everyone's favorite bumpkin is slow to anger. Like, really slow to anger. I'm honestly not sure what you'd have to do to get on his bad side, but his reaction to being pissed off is to distance himself physically (i.e. running away from home in the first place). He's likely to go out for a nice long walk and come back later to "confront" said roommate. "Hey, what you said before wasn't cool, let's talk about it."

Sky - Our little cupcake. Our sweet baby angel. Has the most terrifying Resting Bitchface. And he will stare at you from across the house, not saying a word, just searing directly into your soul with a gaze that could cut you in half. Seriously, you'll feel those eyes on you in your sleep. Lucky for those who piss him off, he's very open to hearing out apologies and generally doesn't rag on people for their mistakes like Wars does.

Wild - He's much too sweet to get annoyed with people, honestly. He's the kind of person who would get bumped in to in the kitchen and apologize for being in the way. If you did do something to piss him off, he'd probably confront you and default to that terrible too-angry-to-handle-it crying, which has most people tripping over themselves to apologize right away.

Champion - Similar to Sky, he's got the stone cold stare down pretty well, but Champion is also one for subtle threats of bodily harm. Staring at you from across the kitchen as he snaps apart a pair of restaurant chopsticks, or while he's cutting up something at the counter, or starting the blender (bonus points if he's blending something red). For more grievous offenses, he might play more blatant mind games, like making it seem like you misplaced your keys, or things could go missing from your room.

Four - Less subtle in his antagonism, Four will also go to the lengths of the silent treatment in addition to refusing to help a friend who has wronged him. And these boys need Four's help pretty fucking often. He's not going to refuse when something really important is at stake, like somebody needing a ride to the hospital or similar, but forget that curling iron you needed fixed, Wars. Yes, he saw you sneak the rest of his leftovers, fuck you.

Legend - You'd better clean your hair out of the drain after showering and hide your comb if you know what's good for you. If you don't, the sudden jabbing pains that wake you up in the middle of the night are going to continue until you fess up to stealing some of his candles for a romantic evening at home with your cowboyfriend, Champion.

Hyrule - He's going to stew, he's going to avoid eye contact, he's going to use only the minimum amount of words with you that are necessary. And he is going to run his mouth to Legend, or any other close friend who isn't involved, until he's red in the face. But he's not one to approach things directly; he usually cools off on his own and comes around eventually

Wind - If you do anything to piss him off, kiss your internet privileges goodbye. Indefinitely. You can also count on sabotage of most of your electronic devices, from changing passcodes to fucking with your charging cables juuuuust enough that you won't get any juice while they're plugged in.

[starryhyuck]

not the same. (m)

pairing: dom!renjun x sub!reader

words: 2k+

summary: you haven’t seen renjun in years, and you can’t deny your crush on him hasn’t gone away.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: multiple orgasms, creampie, choking, degradation

This isn’t weird. You’re hanging out with Renjun for the night just like you used to.

He’s also incredibly hot now, but that’s a different story.

The door swings open and you put on your best smile. Renjun grins back and envelops you in a hug, and you try your best to ignore the warmth pooling at your core.

“Hey, I missed you!”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist. “I missed you too, Renjun.”

He ushers you inside and notes that the rest of the boys are gone for the night, so it would just be you two. All alone. For hours.

You can do this.

“I made dinner, I’m hoping you still like that stuff we used to eat in school,” he chuckles, hovering over the stove while you take a seat at the dining table.

“It sounds great,” you beam. “Thank you.”

You cough awkwardly. You don’t really know what to say — you haven’t seen Renjun in a few years. The both of you were practically joined at the hip since birth, but you’ve grown a lot after he left, and so has he. You still kept in touch with his career and his surmounting success, but FaceTime calls aren’t the same as being together in real life.

“Do you still dance?” He questions, stirring whatever contents he was brewing. “I remember how good you used to be.”

You chuckle. “From time to time, but not as much as before. I can obviously tell you’re still dancing. Donghyuck mentioned you’ve been working out a lot lately too.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I work out, but nothing changes.”

I beg to differ. You cough again.

“When did you start talking to Donghyuck again anyways?” He asks. You think you hear a hint of jealousy in his voice, but you shake the thought off before it grows.

“You know him, he’s always bugging me when he gets bored. He was also trying to find something to blackmail you with.”

He laughs, and you forgot how that sound used to make you feel. You shove down the butterflies blooming in your chest. Your crush on Renjun really never went away, especially after he rose to stardom and kept in contact with you. His parents still call you their daughter-in-law, which doesn’t help your attempts to let the crush subside at all.

You eat dinner in silence, and it isn’t comfortable silence either. It’s after a few minutes pass when Renjun grows upset and throws down his chopsticks.

“What’s wrong with us? We were never awkward like this before.”

You blink, avoiding his gaze. “Um, well, we haven’t seen each other in a long while.”

“But we talk all the time,” he frowns. “We had a two hour call just last week.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you, Renjun.”

You want to tell him that seeing him in person clearly has an effect on you. Your panties are practically ruined just because you’re sitting next to him. It’s been like this all the time, but you’re usually able to control your affections for him in a more subtle manner.

“Is it me? Is it the food? Do you actually not like it anymore? I can-“

“No, no, the food is fine,” you assure. You feel incredibly bashful trying to speak to him about your thoughts. “I just- I don’t know. It’s hard. Seeing you in person again.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

You exhale. “Because you always make me feel weird, Renjun.”

His frown grows deeper. “Okay, you lost me. Am I making you uncomfortable? I don’t mean to.”

“No!” You hiss, getting frustrated. “I just- The crush I had on you years ago never went away, okay? I tried, but it’s just hard seeing you like this.”

You angrily stab your fork into your food and curse yourself silently. You pause when you feel his hands move over yours, turning so you can face him.

“Renjun, what are you-“

You gasp when his lips press against yours, thumb caressing your cheek slowly. You whimper when he pulls you closer against him, to the point where you’re almost straddling his lap.

“Renjun,” you whisper, and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, baby. How long did you wait for me?”

Your fingers grip his shoulder as he balances you on top of him.

“I- um-“

He laughs. “I heard you tell Jaemin a few months ago about your crush. I was wondering if I should make a move or not.”

You narrow your eyes. “So you knew.”

He hums, and moves his mouth to press kisses against your neck. The sensation has you arching at the touch, and your breath hitches as Renjun’s hands move lower and lower.

“So all that time, you were just imagining yourself under me, weren’t you?”

You swallow. “Maybe.”

He laughs again, but this time, it sounds just a little more sinister. You wonder if you’ve awoken something in him.

You squeal when he picks you up, easily moving the two of you to his bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, fingers still gripping your hips tightly. He smiles down at you.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight?”

“Won’t Jisung be mad? We’re violating his room.”

“It’s my room too,” he muses, sucking at the sensitive spot on your neck. “And he won’t know. I understand you’re incapable of keeping a secret, but I’m actually quite good at it.”

“Hey!” You pout.

He grins. “Cutie.” He pauses as his hands hover over your jeans. “I should let you know something before we go further.”

You nod, sensing the nervousness in his tone. “It’s okay, Renjun. I trust you.”

He chuckles. “I’m not usually- um, I’m not usually delicate with these sorts of things.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You mean having sex?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not crazy, but I don’t like going slow.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m a virgin, Renjun.”

“I just think it would be best if we have a safe word.”

Arousal builds within you at the thought of Renjun being so rough. You never expected it from him, if you’re being completely honest. Renjun was always your happy, tiny friend who loved you unconditionally.

“Um, okay. How about pineapple?”

“Sounds good to me.”

And then Renjun unleashes a part of him you’ve never seen before. You gasp when he undresses you in a blink of an eye, his eyes darkening at the lace of your panties.

“Did you wear this for me, baby?”

You stutter. “I-I didn’t know-“

He smiles. “Just teasing. You look so cute when you’re on the spot, you know.”

You don’t have time to respond before he’s running a finger up your clothed core. You hiss and arch your back.

“So responsive,” he hums. “Tell me how you like it, baby.”

You blink. “I usually like it when they eat me out first.”

“Yeah?” He asks, taking the shell of your ear between his lips. “You like it when they eat your cunt? When they play with your pretty little pussy?”

You whimper at the filth leaving his mouth. “Yes, yes,” you cry. “I want it, please.”

He growls. “Fuck, baby. I want to make a mess out of you.”

He moves until he’s in between your thighs, pressing kisses against the flesh. Your breath hitches as his fingers tug your underwear down. You’re a little shy to be so bare in front of him, but with the way Renjun looks at you, you swear he’s about to devour you at any moment.

You whine when he takes the first lick up your slit, pleasure shooting through your veins. You watch as he spits onto your cunt, tongue circling over your clit roughly. Your orgasm crashes into you without warning and you cry out, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling him closer. He drinks your essence as you ride out the waves of your high.

“Renjun, Renjun, Renjun,” you chant his name, feeling over the moon.

He laughs when you come down. “You cum really fast. Good.”

“Wait-“

You almost scream when he slides two fingers into you. His thumb presses against your clit harshly and you move to scramble away from him.

“I’m too sensitive, no, no-“

He shushes you. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

You swear you scream when he pushes a third finger inside your dripping pussy, sending you over the edge again. You’re a whimpering mess at this point, begging Renjun to give you a break while he coos at you.

“Aw, you’re so pretty when you look like a little whore for me, baby. Are you always this wet for everyone else?”

“J-Just for you,” you whisper, struggling to breathe. He laughs at your disheveled state.

“It’s just for me? Pretty slut, all for me, right baby?”

You nod and he retracts his fingers, stuffing them in his mouth. He nearly licks them clean and you gasp at how lewd the action is.

“Can I h-have your cock n-now?”

His grin stretches from ear to ear. “Oh? You want more? So greedy.”

“Renjun, please.”

“You can do a lot better than that,” he teases. “Tell me how much you want my cock, sweet girl.”

You scramble. “I want it s-s-so badly, R-Renjun. W-Want you to fill my t-tight pussy with your cock. You made me wait too long,” you whine.

“I did make you wait a long time, didn’t I?”

You eagerly agree, hoping he’ll give you what you desire. You squeak when his fingers close around your throat. He leans down to lick a stripe up your cheek.

“Open.” You follow instructions, opening your mouth wide and observing as his spit trails down to your tongue. “Swallow.”

You obey and he smiles, pleased with your performance.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. Remember your safe word?”

You nod. All you can do is lay down and watch as he frees his cock from the confines of his underwear, his hand still wrapped around your throat possessively. Your eyes widen at the length of his cock, giving himself a few tugs before he positions at your entrance.

You whine. “Hurry, Renjun.”

“Such an impatient whore.”

The stretch is burning and you moan, your eyes locked on how Renjun struggles to push inside of you.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” When he bottoms out, you both exhale loudly. He pushes your thighs apart further and balances himself on his knees. “Remember that safe word, baby.”

You wonder why Renjun was so concerned about pushing it too far until he actually fucks you. The pleasure is mind numbing, and combined with him choking you and rubbing at your clit, you feel like you’re going to pass out. It gets to be too much for you again, and you whimper, trying to push him away.

He scolds you. “Don’t be such a brat. Take your fucking like a good girl.”

You’re sure you have another two orgasms without actually registering they’re happening. You feel limp in his arms, practically turning into a doll for him to fuck as he pleases. When the fire builds in your stomach again, you feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I can’t, Renjun. I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can and you will. One more, pretty girl, and I’ll give you all my cum like a good whore deserves. Don’t you want that, baby?”

And you want it. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything before.

Your last orgasm is blinding, and you grip his arm tightly, trying to pull him as close as you possibly can. Your whole body twitches and Renjun groans, spilling into you after you continuously clench down on his cock.

When you both recover, you feel like a different person. You faintly hear him rising to clean you up, whimpering when his cock slips out of you. His calming voice returns soon after.

“Shh, good girl. Did so good for me.”

Your eyes widen when you feel him gather the cum dripping onto your thighs and pushing it back into you.

“Renjun-“

“It’s okay, I got you. Last one, I promise.”

You fulfill his wishes, and it doesn’t take very much for you to be thrown off the edge again. You pass out shortly after, hearing his praises before your eyes flutter shut.

“Good girl. So pretty and pliant for me. Sweet dreams.”