#anyways anyways' thank you once again for asking' I wish I could have shown you a cooler character

[shuploc]

Kay but also? 👀👀👀 Do you think you'll ever share a screenshot of your TAV from bg3? Bc I truely enjoy all the unique characters ppl come out with, names backgrounds, everything?

This is such a boring answer, but my Tav is literally just me 😭

I know a big component of DnD is to play as a made-up character, but since there's a bunch of options for customization in the game, I wanted to see if I could make a character that looks like me and I got surprisingly close!

Fittingly, my plan was also to play my first run as if I had been isekai'd into Faerûn, and pick the dialog options that were closest to what I would have said myself if I had been in those situations

But anyways, super sweet of you to ask, I'm really sorry for the boring answer though 😅

[queerfanfiction]

Could you write a fluffy smut where reader has mummy issues who cancelled on her for taking her bra shopping and Larissa offered to go with her and helps her pick out the perfect set but then it ends with smut idk you chose :)

Mummy Issues

Prompt is shown above. :)

word count: 3.6k includes: mommy issues, public-ish sex, discussion of trauma, fingering, fluff, mommy kink, praise kink

Your therapist is actually the one who suggested you ask your mom to go shopping with you to find a bra set for an upcoming performance. You’re not saying this specific reparenting technique doesn’t work, but there was no way in hell your mother was going to follow through. Still, you tried anyway. You were vulnerable anyway.

You’re exhausted from parenting your own parent, always considering other’s needs before your own. Fresh out of university and you still have never had anyone else take care of you for a change. The shopping idea was intended to be a low-stakes role reversal where your mom would step up to the task at hand.

Earlier that morning you texted your mom to confirm the meet up in Burlington. You never heard back, which wasn’t uncommon. Since you were coming all the way from Montreal, though, you expected some sort of acknowledgement. You even texted her as you were driving over to no avail. Downtown Burlington was not where you would have picked to shop if your mother was not involved. It was close to where she lived, and she loved the hustle and bustle of Church Street. To you it always seemed like a hot mess. Now you were in the middle of that mess alone.

After waiting in your car for 15 minutes, it doesn’t take a genius to know you got stood up once again. You contemplated just driving back right then and there. This wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do alone, yet none of your friends are in the area any longer. They all had moved away. Overwhelmed by the sheer fuckery of nothing ever working out, you were frustrated and tired. You consider breaking down into tears over the wasted trip and the years of parental neglect represented by this one instance.

The only person who you can think of still in the area is Ms. Weems. You suppose it’s Principal Weems now (thank you social media for that one). Is it weird to invite a former teacher you once had a massive crush on to go shopping? It’s been so long that it would be nice to catch up. You’re not going to lie, you were yearning to see the older woman. Impulsively, you dial the number she gave you for emergencies back when you attended Nevermore. To your surprise, a firm but sweet voice answers—the same voice that you’d fantasize about in your dorm when your roommate was out. You try to control your voice, but too many conflicting emotions make you croak and sniffle a bit when identifying yourself.

“My dear, is everything alright? And, please, it’s Larissa.” A tone of worry was inflected back to you by the other woman.

In an attempt to dodge the question about your wellbeing, you respond, “I’m actually back in Burlington, trying to find an outfit for an upcoming performance. Any chance you’re free?” You tried to sound as nonchalant as you could.

Larissa returned with, “Oh, I don’t wish to intrude, but it was very kind of you to think of me.” Shit, apparently too nonchalant…

You reflect on all the times Larissa had comforted you back at Nevermore. She was protective of all her students, but it truly meant the world to you. You had always thought it was just another day, another student problem for her. There were many times you were neglected or mistreated by your mother that Larissa was privy to back then. Knowing this, as a Hail Mary, you softly let slip out, “I was supposed to meet my mom…”

Without missing a beat, Larissa’s voice turned tight, “Where are you?” You glance at the cross streets, give her your location, and let her know the specific store you’re at. She concludes, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes, love.”

Your heart flutters at the familiar pet name.

—

You’re already occupying the changing room when Larissa arrives. She calls out for you, and you crack open the door to let her into the small fitting area.

You are met with the most comforting hug. Larissa stroked your hair and squeezed you tightly. The last time an embrace has felt so all-encompassing was also from Larissa, which is a bit embarrassing. You guess you just don’t have a lot of good huggers in your life, and it felt so nice to be held close by someone. You breathe out a long sigh, as if all your troubles are muted by the closeness of the woman in front of you. Her scent replaces the air in your lungs, and you consider how nice it would be to never end this embrace.

When she pulls back and sees that your eyes are slightly red and puffy, she bends down towards you to cup your face with both of her hands. All that comes out of her mouth is “Oh, sweetie.” You give her a half-hearted smile in response. Her hands immediately begin stroking your face, brushing hair from your eyes, and occasionally resting her thumb and index finger at your chin. This. This is what being cared for is; the realization hits you and radiates out through your body.

“I’m here for whatever you need. Would you like to debrief about your mother? Or carry on with what’s needed here?” Larissa gestures to the garments in the fitting room without taking her eyes off of you.

Noticing how close she still is to your face makes your head dizzy, and you stutter, “I-I need s-something to wear under a strapless dress that won’t show during a piano performance.”

Reassuringly, Larissa states, “We can do that. You know I have an eye for those sorts of things. We’ll have you sorted in no time.” She then moves her hands to your upper arms and rubs them before turning to examine the items already set out.

“Piano? It’s no wonder. You always played brilliantly at Nevermore,” Larissa continued elatedly, brandishing a supportive smile. You think back to times when you’d be practicing in Nevermore’s music auditorium alone and feel a comforting presence at the back of the concert hall near the doors. You always assumed it was your imagination, not daring to get your hopes up that someone cared enough to support you or cheer you on. Your mother made sure of that…

You feel so much more at ease with Larissa here. Now that you think about it, she has always provided stability and nurtured you. You remember that she would sometimes give you rides to Jericho when the only Nevermore vehicle at the time was in use. You credit a lot of your success with the piano to her too, because she would encourage you to do open mics at the Weathervane and signed you up to play at a parade that Jericho had every couple of years. 

Yes, you felt indebted to the tall, gorgeous woman before you. The years since you’ve seen her have only emphasized her beauty. Her demeanor is both commanding and protective. It’s as if she is more comfortable in her skin than before; there is a sureness in her stance that is nice to see and that you wish you had. Even though you always considered her fashionable, her clothes now exude a kind of pride and carefully crafted style. Larissa’s perfectly-coiffed updo accentuates the smooth, supple skin of her neck before disappearing beneath her expertly tailored dress.

These thoughts invoke a light blush from your cheeks, and you know you can’t speak about your crush on her in the past tense. Your immediate dry mouth while watching her is proof that it never went away. Now you’re wondering if you shouldn’t have sought her out to assist in purchasing the perfect underwear, especially because you see her turn towards the garments and an emotion flashes across her face when she realizes the kinds of items you’ve picked out and need assistance with.

You’ve always liked the idea of dressing up underneath your formal outfit. To you, it made it feel more special, gave you extra confidence. For instance, knowing a sexy lace set was underneath your clothes made you feel as if you had a fun secret. Though, you realize it’s probably inappropriate to expect Larissa to help with this. If she felt uncomfortable, she was hiding it well. You tried to continue on as if everything was normal, even though doing so felt impossible.

When Larissa sits on the small ledge provided in the dressing room, you emphasize, “Thank you again for coming. I just drove from where I am now in Montreal.”

Realizing you should continue trying items on, you reach to unbutton your shirt when you hear, “You poor thing! Have you eaten?”

At this, you scrunch your face and shake off your blouse. “I’ll get something after this.” So many conflicting emotions swirl inside of you. You’re conflicted at whether to relish in the desperately needed maternal care or to shrug it off as a defense mechanism.

You begin to unhook a bra from its hanger and feel like you should ask, “Do you mind?” Larissa interprets that you’d like to change from your bra into the new one, waving her hand dismissively and saying, “Go ahead” in a delicate manner.

Without looking too awkward and challenged, you attempt to put on the new bra while taking  your current bra off in quick succession. It would have worked if the one you were trying on actually fit you. You had a hard time getting it on, and once you did, your breasts spill out of the top half, giving you the illusion of having four boobs. With you panting from the endeavor, you and Larissa begin to laugh at how silly it looks. You’re surprised that you’re not mortified, but instead having fun.

With some of your own tension released, you turn away from Larissa and towards the mirror to decide if you like the bra enough to go up a cup size. As you do this, what you don’t see is Larissa’s curious gaze, as if she is wishing she could reach out and touch the pillowy softness of your breasts.

“So, this one is NOT it.” Your playful declaration pulls Larissa from her lustful thoughts. It’s short-lived, though, since you immediately begin to try on more items. This time you choose a deep maroon matching set, and you turn slightly away from Larissa in order to pull up the bottoms over your current underwear. Because of the limited space in the room, your ass accidentally winds up in Larissa’s face. As if it is all in your head, you pretend the enclosed space is not rife with sexual tension.

“That’s gorgeous,” Larissa coos moments later with her hand reaching out. With both hands, she rubs along the intricate lace detail at your hip bones, and it feels as if your skin is set ablaze. You fight the urge for your breath to turn heavy and wanting.

Even if all of the tension is in your head and one-sided, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ll need to stop trying things on soon. Well, at least stop trying on bottoms, because you can feel yourself getting wet under Larissa’s stares and encouragement.

“That fits you so very well.” “I love this on you.” “It looks absolutely spectacular.” “You look stunning.”

Not to mention Larissa has taken a hands-on approach to her support. After briefly touching your hips, she began dragging her long fingers along bits of your exposed skin when she was discussing an area. There’s no way she doesn’t notice the goosebumps that arise each time her touch lingers. At least being half naked in the chilly changing room is an excuse for the tight buds of your nipples. 

The juxtaposition between this experience and what your mother would have had in store for you is dizzying. No doubt she would have critiqued your strong shoulders or the cellulite on your thighs. It would have ended in a fight, you just know it. However, everything out of Larissa’s mouth was refreshing and electrifying. Maybe even healing at times?

The final set you had picked out was a delicate mesh thong bodysuit that was almost entirely see-through. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should you stop trying things on. Larissa must have noticed, because she uncrossed and crossed her legs a few times before voicing, “Go on, honey.”

Embracing the process sheepishly, you slip into the item and turn away from Larissa to look at yourself. You study the outline of your breasts in the mirror, trying to determine if the subtle texture of the mesh would be noticeable under your dress. Or would the distance between the stage and the seats obscure the texture?

You then see that Larissa seems to be studying them too, except her eyelids are hooded and her pupils are dilated. Almost in slow motion you watch her involuntarily lick her lips. Your heart beats quicker, a flash of heat moves through your body, and you suppress a low moan.

Your eyes meet Larissa’s in the mirror.

You couldn’t say who initiated what next. Only that you were on Larissa’s lap, straddling her, while her hands were on you, roaming over your body and settling on your hips. Your mouths are working in tandem with each other, and you welcome her red lipstick staining your lips and neck. Your hands go to Larissa’s face—one cupping it possessively and the other slinking back to grip the nape of her neck. You want desperately to wreck her perfect hair, turning it into physical evidence of your connection and closeness.

Both you and Larissa can feel the heated energy building between you as you frantically attempt to take off the mesh bodysuit. Before you can, though, Larissa steadies your hands and inquires breathlessly, “Is this okay, darling?” Her eyes search your own, and you can make out desire and worry in her eyes.

You have to take a moment to let what she is asking sink in. This feels like such a natural (if not slightly expedited) progression of your feelings for Larissa. You wonder if there is more underlying her question. You know you two will have to debrief your feelings but right now the hormones raging through your body make it hard to focus too much on the worry or questions around if this should be happening. Instead, your body wiggles on top of hers, begging to continue the friction of your hips against her. You involuntarily whine and nod. “I want this, Larissa.”

Seeing your need and the sureness in your gaze, Larissa regains her composure and utters, “Shh, let me take care of you.”

—

Larissa rivals your intensity with her own fierce need. Her kisses are passionate yet soft. Her hands are gentle but unyielding in how they explore your body once the mesh bodysuit is off. With her every caress and tender nip over your skin, you feel so wholly wanted, cared for, and desired. A fire underlies Larissa’s behavior, as if each touch begets more longing and thirst for you. At the same time, you couldn’t have anticipated the fervent need you had to be validated and devoured by this woman.

Once she has marked your neck with her lipstick and teeth, Larissa moves downward to take one of your fleshy, beaded nipples in her mouth. Barely audible to you, she breathes out, “Absolutely beautiful” before flicking it with her tongue and causing you to arch your back.

One of Larissa’s hands runs over your thighs, teasing you and drawing circles and zigzags on your delicate skin. You can’t help but whimper in need every single time her fingers get closer to where your thighs meet. After almost resigning to her pace and authority, she trails up to cup your arousal. Your legs twitch with the sudden contact, and you emit a gasp.

“You’re so wet for me.” Pleased, Larissa enunciates every word, drawing the words out and reveling in how at her mercy you are. “It’s intoxicating.”

Unable to withstand not taking action, you press your lips against hers roughly, trying to close any distance between your bodies. Breathless after many kisses, you move to suck on her neck and whisper, “Larissa.”

“Please.”

Only after this plea does Larissa finally dip a finger into you. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough. You would usually appreciate a sexual partner pacing themselves, but the need for her to fill you is overpowering. You wriggle your hips back and forth impatiently and breathlessly request, “More.”

Larissa delighted in your clear hunger for her, fully intending to give you everything you want. She eases in another finger past her second knuckle before adding a third finger once she realizes how slick and open you are for her. You unintentionally bite down on her shoulder, not expecting to get what you want without more begging.

 You couldn’t have imagined how good her fingers feel inside you. And you absolutely had imagined it. You remember pretending your fingers were hers after late nights riding back with her from Jericho. Or the time she gave you her coat on a chilly night and forgot to get it back, so you ended up masterbating to her scent surrounding you. Okay, you’re not super proud of that one, but at the time it felt world-changing the desire you had. Her fingers working inside of you now are of a different caliber. In fact, you never understood the metaphor of sex as worship or religion, but being on top of Larissa with her half-lidded eyes roaming your body changes things. You want to make her feel a sliver of how good you do right now.

Your hands begin to grab at the fabric of her top, desperate to remove her clothing and pleasure her as she is inside of you. Larissa lets out a low, throaty chuckle before asserting, “Ah, ah, ah. I want to focus on you, love. Let me please you.”

Her interjection just makes your heart swell more for her, and noticeably your noise level swells, as well. You’re not used to undivided attention and care—someone wanting your happiness above all else. It’s more erotic than you could have ever anticipated. At the increase in breathiness and moans, one of Larissa’s hands clamps over your mouth while the other continues to pump in and out of you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the reflection in the dressing room mirror of you riding her long fingers completely nude while she is fully clothed. The sight makes your knees weaker, and you groan, “Oh, fuck.”

Larissa’s whispers and affirmations throughout only brought you closer and closer to release. She has to know how her words are affecting you. Her hot breath over and over in your ear, inching you towards the edge.

“I’ve got you, sweetie.” “I’ll give you anything you want.” “Shh, stay quiet for me.” “That’s a good girl.”

You feel yourself tighten around Larissa’s fingers, becoming more breathless and spacey as she presses the pads of her curled fingers inside you toward your pelvic bone, urging you to come undone. So, you do. Your entire body tenses, and you feel as if you will crumble under the anticipation and pressure. Tingles shoot down your arms and legs in waves, threatening overstimulation.

Larissa’s fingers still, and she presses you close to her, clutching you tightly. After a moment of your eyes being closed and your breathing slowly relaxing, Larissa asks you to bear down with your pelvic floor muscles. Confused, you obey. She gingerly removes her fingers from inside you, and your body aches at the loss. She proceeds to lean forward with you still on her lap, wrapping her arms around you and begins to rock you.

“You did so well, my love,” Larissa murmurs while stroking your hair away from your damp forehead. “You were so good for me.”

You can’t remember the last time someone was so attentive and sweet with you after sex—if ever. You also have never felt like an exposed live wire due to euphoria either, so… Her thoughtfulness makes your heart swell, and you’re hoping it’s not just due to the hormones flooding your body right now. As if you can’t contain the disbelief and gratefulness, you blurt in awe, “How are you real?”

Larissa pulls away from the embrace, searching your eyes for understanding. “I ask myself the same question about you.” At that, you rest your forehead against Larissa’s, exhausted and happy.

After sensing your heart rate has stabilized, wanting to make sure you go to the bathroom and hydrate becomes Larissa’s next priority. Her voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Let’s get you some food now. I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.”

You two pick up the items in the messy dressing room and sheepishly leave the clothes on the courtesy rack outside. A grin blooms over your features as you think about how being stood up by your mom feels like such a nonissue now. Even the dilemma of what underwear to wear for your upcoming performance seems trivial. Walking out of the store with Larissa’s lipstick all over you, you decide that you won’t wear anything under your dress, especially not if Larissa is in the audience.

—

@sapphicbeloved Remember when you sent this request literal months ago????? Oops. Apologies, and please enjoy!

[hxney-lemcn]

a Small act of Kindness Goes a Long Way— Abyss Razor x gn! reader

summery: A small act of kindness can go a long way when it comes to Abyss.

tw: bullying (?)

a/n: This isn't good, trying to get out of my writers block/just wanted to get something out.

wc: 0.6k

Master list

All you had done was give him a spare quill, you didn’t think much of it. Although you didn’t like giving people spare quills since you’d never get them back, you found yourself parting with the feathered pen. A small action really, and you thanked him when he gave it back to you. So why was he now defending your honor? He barely knew you after all!

You knew of him, Abyss Razor, a cursed student that held the evil eye. You never really thought much of it. You didn’t get why people shunned him (besides from being a part of the Magia Lupus). You knew magic was everything, it was what ran the world after all, but who cares if you can’t access it for a short amount of time? Although you wouldn’t wish to be his enemy. Due to your beliefs surrounding his evil eye, you had shown him a kindness few, if any, had ever shown him before. Which was something you didn’t fully realize.

So when a group of rude students started to mock you, you hadn’t expected the masked student to step up for you. Honestly, you were just going to continue walking, ignoring them would typically shut them down since they didn’t get the reaction they wanted, but Abyss seemed to have something else in mind. 

“I would refrain from making such remarks about them,” Abyss stated, standing confidently in front of the group. “I don’t wish to fight you, but if you continue, I will have no other choice.” You blinked in awe at the sight, you couldn’t wrap your head around why he was doing this. You talked to him once, so why was he willing to risk a fight when the group didn’t even really say much anyways? It was an unremarkable insult anyways. 

“S-sorry,” One of the guys stuttered, backing away. “We were just messin’ around.” You couldn’t see Abyss’ face, but you had a feeling he didn’t take too well to that. 

“It’s fine,” You finally stepped up, hesitatingly reaching out to tug on Abyss’ sleeve. You pulled your hand away when he tensed, looking down at you. It was intimidating, staring into the inky abyss where his eyes should be, but you didn’t waver. “Really, they’re not worth it,” You finished, fiddling with your fingers. That seemed to get him to pull away, glancing one last time at the group that scrambled away. 

There was a brief awkward silence, so you decided to speak up first, “Thank you, but you didn’t need to do all that.”

“I apologize if I overstepped any boundaries,” Abyss apologized, bowing his head. “I couldn’t just stand by when they dishonored you so carelessly.”

“Why?” It came out before you could stop yourself. You regretted asking when Abyss stood there silently, the mask giving him a haunting look. Unknown to you, Abyss felt a bit embarrassed about his reasoning. Even though kindness was something rarely bestowed upon him, he knew it was a bit silly to admit he cared greatly for you after you merely lent a quill to him. Yet you asked for a reason, and he would tell you, no matter how silly it may seem.

“...because you have been kind to me.”

You hadn’t expected that. You blinked wide eyed, unsure how to respond. The only time you had interacted was when you lent that quill…did it really mean that much to him? Once again, you were unsure how to respond. 

“Well…thank you, again.”

If such a small action mattered that much to him, if no one else would care about him, then you’d take matters into your own hands.

[mvltisstuff]

thank you so so much for doing my “begin again” request!! it was amazing!!

i’m back with another idea!

maybe a one shot where buck and reader are in a sort of friends-w-benefits and reader is spending the night at his house and buck decides to confess his love for reader while they’re asleep.

plot twist!! reader is awake (you totally saw that coming). i’ll let you decide where to go from there!! <3

once more, thank you so so so!! much in advance! <33

dancing with our hands tied - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @evanbuckleydaily

a/n: i’m so sorry for the slow requests, i started school this week but hopefully i’ll be able to write a ton on the weekends! i’m so happy you loved begin again, and i’m thrilled to be able to write this one for you <3

bucks fear of commitment clearly shined through whenever he was with y/n. they had a good thing going, nothing too emotional with amazing sex. the walls that buck had put up around himself halted y/n from going any further into his gentle heart.

all relationships he’s been in have just added another layer of heartbreak onto him. abby, ally, taylor, each of them carved their name into him and then ran with the wind. if it were y/n, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make it out of the pit that she could leave him in.

everything about her was fully admired by buck, her luscious hair and how it felt between his fingers. her bright smile and how it shined off any surface. the feeling of her body intwined with his as he gets to have her to himself. the way her soft hands tread over his skin with such ease. there was a ticking time bomb between them, only a matter of time until buck broke into her.

it all flooded through his mind as she collapsed on top of him, coming down from her high as she pants against him. he lightly smiles, running his hands down her back and landing them on her lower spine. buck almost had a love-hate relationship with these nights. he wanted to be able to love her the way he truly wants. he gets a good orgasm out of it, but he doesn’t get the security of her afterwards. he hates feeling her warm skin against his chest while also knowing that she can’t be called his. she lay with the side of her head on him, noticing his spacey eyes and running mind.

“you ok?” she asks, almost making his chest sting with the craving of her attention.

“yeah, of course,” he turns his head and smiles at her, pushing the loose strands of hair out of her eyes. buck was so blinded by his own lust that he could barely see the mutual connection of fondness between them. he couldn’t notice the sparkle in her eyes when he touched her or even said her name. “did you want to stay here tonight? i don’t have work until later tomorrow, so maybe we could have a bit of a longer morning?” he remarks, a light smirk on his face which gets the same expression on y/n’s.

“sure,” she says, grinning. “i’m gonna go put a y-shirt on and maybe sleep for a little, if that’s ok.”

“do whatever you need, i might hop in the shower anyway.”

as she gets up and wanders to find a big shirt of bucks, he feels the hot water form in beads on his skin, relaxing his muscles. he sighs into the steamy air of the bathroom, slightly wishing that y/n could be in the shower with him, kissing every part of her body. however, she wasn’t there with him, instead in his bed close to dozing off.

he turned the shower off, trying his body and just putting on a pair of boxers. when he walked back out of the bathroom, he was shown with the gorgeous view of y/n on his bed, laying on her side with her leg bent to the side. her face was adorably crushed into the side of her (his) pillow. he stood on the side of the bed looking down on her. he dimmed the lights to hopefully make her more comfortable, and slipping the thin sheet over her legs. she only lightly shuffled under his touch, making him believe that she was already knocked out in his bed.

he lay down beside her on the bed, folding the blanket up to his hips and turning on his side. he looked at her lightly parted lips, and the even breaths she was taking in her sleep. y/n, on the other hand, was trying desperately to let sleep take over her mind, but the gentle murmurs from buck invaded her mind instead.

“god, i wish we were more than this,” he whispers, tilting his head to look at her slightly fluttering lashes, the ones he assumed were dreaming at this point. “i don’t think i could ever handle losing you, but there’s no one else i would choose to do this with. i want- i need more than your sex, i want your highs and your lows and everything you have to offer. you’re my favorite person and i don’t see that changing.”

each word echoed in y/n’s brain, trying to think of all the meanings he had being them. it was pretty clear, he seemed pretty enamored with her, but she never realized how much he needed her. she’s not used to guys wanting her for her personality or the life she can give, just her body and what she can offer to them. buck wants more, and he clearly wants to cherish that. that means more than any long night that they’ve had together.

she was almost frozen in the bed, not sure if she should move to let him know she heard him, and that she wants him as much as he wants her. he was like a deer, someone she never wanted to scare away but it could happen nonetheless, and it’s not his fault. she wants to save him from the pain he’s been through in his life, she just hopes he’ll let her.

her eyes don’t open, and she doesn’t speak a word to buck. she simply just turns her body, shuffling the blankets closer to him and leaning herself closer to his touch. her hand scours the sheets, searching for his comforting hand.

when they fingers finally meet and wrap together like a piece of a puzzle, buck knows that she heard him. and he can finally rest at night.

[thelunarfairy]

Hi there! This is probably a stupid question, but it's been bugging me for a while.

My question is about the very beginning of the series, when Hanako swallows the mermaid scale to make Yashiro (mostly human)

He explained to her before that the scales are called matchmaking scales because they not only link souls, but they share the curse together. And that she would still have some fish-like traits when splitting the curse between two people.

So here's my question: If Hanako is able to lessen the effects of the curse by swallowing the scale, does that mean he may also have fish-like traits too? I know this is never shown or mentioned, and the most likely answer is it had no effect on him because he's an apparition. But since swallowing the scale still linked their souls and lessened the effects on Yashiro, I can't help but feel that the curse must've become split between them so that Yashiro could become human, and Hanako has some traits from it that he doesn't show.

But what do you think? If this question/theory sounds stupid, plz ignore haha. I really enjoy your content and wanted your perspective on this, as you're great with deciphering all the mysteries of tbhk. So I dont want to waste your time. Either way, thanks for reading!!

Hello!!! ohh dear, it's not a stupid question, it's okay, your question is quite interesting and I thought a lot about this issue with Hanako, they share the mermaid curse, but why isn't Hanako directly affected like Nene?

I never talked about this on the blog because I had no clue initially how this would coherently connect with any deduction, but now we have a glimpse of what might be happening.

The mermaid is a very important factor here, besides her sealing their destinies, this connection between them allows Nene to see Amane's past and even future, in addition, the connection of fate must do something very important in both of their lives, it can completely change his destiny (as it did once).

This importance of the scale and the mermaid's connection suggests that it is extremely important to the overall story, so, considering this, how can Hanako lessen the effect of Nene's curse?

I've been wondering lately if the entity has any direct connection to the mermaid, because everything that involves the entity is related to water.

In the red house, you see those sacrificed souls on the other side of the window asking Mitsuba and Kou to escape, and we see air bubbles coming out of their mouths, suggesting that they were submerged in water.

Just like we saw a fish once when Kou was there with little Tsukasa.

The entity is also known as the "creature of the well", since it apparently lived there.

So, we have Amane with tentacles on his face, once again implying that it is an aquatic creature.

So, in short, there is a possibility of a connection between this entity and the mermaid. Maybe Hanako is already cursed because of the entity, but since the entity has the ability to change shape,

Hanako can probably hide it or deal with it better than Nene.

Inside Hanako we see tentacles, something theoretically harder to hide than Nene's scales.

In addition, Nene becomes a small fish, while Hanako is with the entity, a very powerful creature that could simply remove or camouflage the mermaid's curse easily, that is, if he is affected by it.

I still think about this "matchmaking scales" part. I have doubts if Hanako did it on his own or if it was something planned by him and Tsukasa to use Nene and make that wish come true.

I still wonder if he can really remember Nene from the past or not.

Anyway, little by little the connection with the mermaid is making sense.

Thank you!!!!!!!!!! Awww how sweet!!! you are so kind!!! you made me happy!!! It was fun talking about this, thanks for the question!!!

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Hello there, love your blog, it's one of my favourite ones, I had a question... I read a comment that said Amy is no longer interested on Sonic anymore and that this is shown on frontiers, that they will make their own paths and lives, is this true?

Hey, anon! I'm glad you enjoy my blog! 🥰💙

No, no, Amy is definitely still madly in love with Sonic 🤭😁 The main reason she's been acting more tame and not so open about it is really just due to character development/maturity. According to Sega, "she's not [physically] chasing after Sonic anymore, but he's still #1 in her heart!" 💙🩷

Sonic Frontiers actually has a decent amount of Sonamy content, but moreso if you squint. 😁 First of all, it tends to address the situation more from Sonic's end, in his moments of saying romance-coded things like "Wish we were sharing an umbrella, Amy," and "Amy, I should've made up my mind sooner." 🥹

Sonic has always been shy about his feelings and therefore never said anything about said feelings to her, and he's more of an "actions speak louder than words" type of guy, but as she shared her desires to share her love with the world, he worried a little that he may have lost his chance. However, Frontiers also makes clear that his friends' plans to go on their own paths were not permanent. Especially seen in Amy's case when she told Sonic her plans, and Sonic replied, "I'm sure you'll do great. I wanna hear all about it when you get back!" 💙

As a bonus, the Final Horizons update treated us to a bit more Sonamy content as well. 🤩 In a conversation between Amy and Sage, Sage identified Amy as "the one who admires Sonic." Amy, with a bit of her younger behavior slipping out, replied with no shortage of sass, "Oh. And are you a fellow admirer? Hm?" 😂

There were a few conversations between Sonic and Amy, during one of which Sonic tried to tell Amy to take care of herself as well as the Koco. Amy ruefully retorted that she could say the exact same thing back to him. Sonic admitted that she got him there, and confidently stated that they would get through this together.

And of course, after all this, my favorite Sonamy moment of the whole game. After everything was over, his friends were restored, and he reunited with them.

The way Amy laughed and practically launched herself into his arms, Sonic's surprised little "oh!" but the way he welcomed the hug, and kept one arm around her as he high fived Tails and fist bumped Knuckles. 🥰 First of all, it's so obvious Amy had been dying to do that the whole game, and we can imagine it was tough on Sonic to be touch-deprived for an extended period of time once again (after the Metal Virus).

I think the main reason Amy didn't run to hug him when he freed her was because she immediately saw he was somehow struggling and likely didn't want to hurt him. (But then realized she wouldn't have been able to touch him, anyway. 🥲) Although it would've been kinda funny if she HAD tried to hug him and just fell straight through. 😂

I think it's worth noticing that Sonic has had this response to Amy's hugs several times lately. Instead of avoiding them, he lets her hug him and actually puts an arm around her in return. I've got a couple more examples from IDW.

Anyhoo haha, I think I got a little carried away. 😂 I hope this answers your question! Thank you for the ask! 💙

[eddiediazismyhusband]

What are your thoughts on the relationship Buck has with Pepa and Isabel? (There is pretty much nothing of it in canon but me personally I think at the very least they like him for how much he loves his Diaz boys. )

And how well do you think Buck speaks/understands Spanish?

hi bestie, once again i am so sorry for neglecting your ask— i feel like i posted multiple little ask games (especially my wip one that i have had absolutely no time to work on any of them for the aks i got) and then immediately got bombarded by real life stress (i was working on two theatrical productions, as well as finishing my last semester of college) as well as fandom stress (all of the bts content that hasn’t proven to be exciting to me in any capacity) and then began to get a barrage of hate anons in my inbox that sent me into a nervous spiral so i am only just now getting to sit down and go through my inbox!

anyway, that long winded explanation out of the way, onto your ask!

I actually love the idea of Pepa and Abuela adopting Buck as their sobrino/nieto respectively because of how close he is with eddie and chris. i really wish we could have gotten to see more of abuela this season (i know ryan said at the beginning of s7 that there was a plotline involving abuela but then it got cut when tim decided to scrap 7b) and possibly see her view on buck and eddie’s relationship after buck came out… i hope though that we get to see more of them in s8, however, especially with chris being in texas, i’d love to see abuela take on a more central role in chris’s story this season, perhaps providing context to eddie and shannon’s relationship that eddie leaves out every time he romanticizes it to chris. I think it would also provide some interesting room to play with abuela and chris talking about buck’s role in chris and eddie’s lives, and possibly getting christopher to see what’s in front of all of them, and then having chris come back to tell them that he loves the family they’ve built and doesn’t want to lose it (which could also provide some angst for buddie if this happens after their feelings realization, and they both refrain from starting a relationship because they think chris doesn’t want that) which could provide a sort of gateway for pepa to swoop in and smack them both on the back of their heads. I know that wasn’t quite what you asked, but i think they have a lot of rook to showcase buck’s relationship with abuela and pepa onscreen, and i hope that it’s shown that he is considered one of their one, further cementing his role in eddie and chris’s lives

as far as buck speaking spanish, i’m sure he has to know some peruvian spanish from working in peru before moving to LA, but there are differences between peruvian spanishand mexican spanish as well as the familial slang that would come with the diazes, so i think buck would pick up bits and pieces of things said by the diazes, and could maybe carry a conversation, but i wouldn’t say he is fluent. i do think eddie/chris/abuela/pepa all pick on him for getting mixed up, or for his accent, even though for a pennsylvania native living in LA, his spanish isn’t terrible.

thank you for the ask! i’m sorry again that it took me so long to get around to it, and sorry that my answer for the first point is probably not quite what you were looking for, but i had a lot of fun thinking about how they could play with buck’s relationship w both abuela and pepa next season (though, i won’t hold my breath for that)

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

I hate Halsin's ending and here's why:

The thing I hate most, honestly, is the lack of continuity.

Halsin feels guilty for not being able to lift the Shadow Curse sooner and on his own:

"Thaniel is trapped in the Shadowfell, but thanks to you efforts, I know where to look. Now, I must go there - alone. [...] This opportunity has been a hundred years in the making. It has to be me, and only me."

"[...] I wasted too much time already - years in which nature has suffered."

"[...] Nature suffered while I dawdled, and allowed myself to be distracted."

Him about being Archdruid and the responsibilities as such:

"I wanted to try and find him [Thaniel], but we couldn't stay - we would have all succumbed. When the Archdruid of the Grove, my predeccessor, was seized by the curse, I had to lead the survivors to safety. That was my first day as Archdruid. An inauspicious beginning."

"I reveived a dispatch from the Grove [...] My chosen successor, Francesca, has proven to be a wise choice. Perhaps the wisest I ever made as Archdruid."

"I was all too eager to surrender my responsibilities towards the grove. Perhaps I was never meant to be Archdruid, to be a leader. [...] I cannot help but wonder if there was more I could have done. Perhaps I may yet have the chance some day."

"[...] I live for the wilderness. Comfort is for the farm animal, snug in its pen."

His plans on returning to the former Shadow-Cursed-Lands:

"Still, I would like to return here some day. See Thaniel and Oliver again - in my meditations, or perhaps in person, if the Oak Father wills it. I hope he does. [...] Anyway, once the curse is lifted, nature can take its course without me. I belong at your side."

His future plans:

"[...] The Shadow Curse occupied me so entirely and for so long... I almost miss the purpose it gave me. Now, I must find a new one."

"My mind still drifts to that dream I shared with you, for a better future for all those who need it... but that must wait. I remain yours of course."

Things he says to you regarding you relationship:

"I haven taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now."

"You are all I want, but I won't hoard you to myself. Let others know the happiness of being with you."

"[...] The Grove became my family, with Silvanus as my teacher. And now, I have you."

"We shall triumph. Our time together does not end here."

"[...] So long as I am surviving, and I have you by my side, I am faring as well as anyone can be."

When breaking up with him:

"[...] If that's truly what you desire, I shall respect it. No matter how much I wish it was not the case. I will remain by your side whenever you wish, of course. As ally, advisor, friend... in any way you desire, safe for as a lover."

When you change your mind about breaking up:

"I'm glad you have reconsidered, but please don't trivially bring up such difficult topics. My heart can be wounded like any other "

"[...] I told you your heart is yours, but I do not wish for mine to be toyed with."

... and break up with him again (lol):

"Does it please you to see me crestfallen? That is the only reason I can think why you might toy with my heart like this."

"I warned you not to broach such matters lightly. Perhaps you care less for me than I supposed..."

Nicknames for Tav (at least the ones I heard):

"my love" and "my heart"

When being in a relationship with him and asking for having more partners:

"[...] Don't punish yourself on my account - remember we are both free to roam and love as we see fit."

"I'm glad you didn't feel the need to deprive yourself. To deny the most essential of impulses is to cut yourself off of nature."

"[...] I asked for freedom to follow my heart, and of course, I offer it in return."

"[...] I'm glad you shown yourself to be comfortable in exploring without me."

When in a relationship with him, having sex with Mizora and telling him you didn't enjoy it:

"[...] I'm sorry to hear that [...] I just hope it doesn't dissuade you from exploring nature's bounty. If you ever want to talk, my ears are all yours. Any part of me is yours, should you wish."

In conclusion:

Halsin feels guilty for not being able to lift the Shadow Curse sooner and on his own, wasting 100 years by doing so.

He feels like he failed as Archdruid and that he's not made for being a leader.

He doesn't want to settle down but roam.

The Shadow Curse was the only thing on his mind and his only purpose for 100 years.

He doesn't know what to do, now that the curse is lifted, and is looking for a new purpose.

He voices his wish to eventually see Thaniel again.

He's poly, had a lot of flings, and doesn't fall in love easily, but he fell hard for you.

He talks about sharing the future with you.

Halsin's ending:

"They [refugees & orphans] need help - help what this city cannot provide right now. I shall aid them to make a new place for themselves, in Thaniel's realm, under nature's watch. [...] There were nine whole wagons of children in tow. They are my duty now. 'Daddy Halsin', they call me. Who am I to tell them otherwise? We are each free, as we always were... but that does not to be the end. You must visit me soon [...] I shall have my own selfish reasons for wanting to see you again, if you wish the same."

How the game ends:

Halsin brings the refugees and orphans to Thaniel's lands, inevitably becoming a leader again and settling down.

He tells you to visit him, but doesn't ask you to join him, meaning he doesn't actually want to share that "dream I shared with you, for a better future for all those who need it", treating you like a normal fling instead of the love he claims you are.

It's a weird, unsatisfying ending, and honestly, most possible endings are. Baldur's Gate 3 is such an amazing game, but most endings feel incredibly rushed or unsatisfying (I'm especially glaring at the Karlach & Astarion endings, but that's for another rant). My dislike for the Halsin ending isn't that he doesn't magically turn monogamous, but that he tells you over and over again how much you mean to him ("You are all I want", "Anything for you, my heart") and then he just fucking leaves on his own without even asking if you want to join him. He's just like "I found a new purpose, bye, see ya, visit if you want to fuck."

It feels like the writers just gave up in the end - or didn't have enough time left to do it right (I get that, I work as a translator & editor). It just feels weird.

[ca-suffit]

This is probably not the place for this but I'm so sad Claudia died and we didn't get to see more of her relationship with Madeleine.. :(</3 I know she had to die but I was so attached to Claudia and their future. Wish the show had given them a bit more time.. I hope Delainey comes back andCLAUDIA HAUNTS LESTAT'S EVERY WAKING MOMENT to be on topic I don't know how you manage this blog ca I'd be having anxiety every day unable to sleep and throwing fits all over the place damn!!! You handle the complex issues of racism admirably and I'm here for it but I'm glad it ain't me!!

We can talk about it! There's a lot I was thinking of about Claudia and Madeleine anyway.

I mean....obviously the tragedy exists bcuz this happened, especially bcuz it did not *need* to happen. It also shows two women struck down bcuz they were more capable of handling vampirism than the men around them were, even Claudia with all of her immense disadvantages at never (physically) being an adult. She took down Lestat p much on her own *and* was building a happier life after struggling through so much and.....then all this.

I also think something the fandom overlooks is how much agency this relationship gave Claudia. I'm not asking anyone to engage with the age gap stuff if that's a personal issue, but I've found it interesting to compare how this relationship has been treated alongside book relationships with similar issues (which are outright abusive as well).

Fandoms don't tend to care about women anyway, let alone black women, so there's already that. But then there's the issue of the age gap itself. It's hard to tell what could be racially motivated or not since this is a show only relationship and show only fans might not come from the books and have knowledge of how prevalent this theme is in them. It still feels like this is the main relationship in this fandom as a whole tho where age tends to get brought up more (which is "funny" to parallel how much ppl initially complained that Claudia "looked too old" to be a teenager once she was first cast, then again when a darker actress took over the role), or ppl look to blame Claudia for her taste in partners bcuz of Madeleine's past. All the characters, especially white ones, have p fucked up shit going on. Just bcuz ppl want to pretend everything about Lestat is a lie doesn't mean it is, Santiago is also a shithead, it goes on. As I've said in other asks, white women tend to make up fandom, so fandom gets upset when white women are shown as less than perfect somehow too. All of it doesn't surprise me. It's just stuff to observe and take notes on. I feel like ppl dismiss examining Claudia or Madeleine more for several reasons, whereas if they were men, especially white men, they'd be a main feature. Hell, Nicki has gotten more analysis for 2 mins on screen so far than most ppl give to any of this.

Anyway, I'm also looking forward to her coming back to haunt everyone's ass :)

Also thank u for the nice comments<3

[lfghughes]

sad sebastian aho :(( maybe cheering him up ?

a/n: it was too soon for this sadness ahh.

When the buzzer went off announcing the very end of the game your heart sank for the team and especially for Sebastian. You knew this was going to be a hard loss for him and you watched him as he skated through the line, shaking everyones hand. You continued watching him as he skated off the ice, his head hung low which told you everything you needed to know.

You were glad that you had flown out here, a big debate you had with yourself beforehand. When the boys had originally come to Florida you thought after two games they would be back but with so much on the line after that third game you had decided to book a quick flight to Florida and got yourself a ticket for the fourth game just in case it was his last.

Sebastian was more than happy to see you when you had gotten there and now he was going to need you after this game. You made your way to the staff parking, finding the bus the team had come on and you quickly found Sebastian. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you placed your chin on his chest, looking up at him. “Hey.” You told him quietly and he gave you a weak small smile as he gave your forehead a quick kiss. “Hey.”

The last thing you wanted was for him to mope around in the hotel room for the night and since your flights were just in the morning you had to come up with something to distract him. Once you got back to the hotel you gave him his time to set all his things back down. “Okay, get changed into regular but comfy clothes.” You told him before he could get too comfortable in bed. “Why?” He asked as yo got changed into much more Florida appropriate clothing. “We’re going for a night walk on the beach. I think the salty air will do you some good.”

He didn’t fight your idea too much, changing into shorts and a tshirt before you two headed out to the closest beach. Your fingers intertwined with his as you both walked towards the warm ocean water. “Regardless of the outcome, you went out there every night and poured your heart into each game. The fans appreciate that and they appreciate you.” You told him.

You didn’t need him to verbally say what he was thinking, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that not only was he bummed about the loss but that he was more than likely thinking about how he disappointed the fans. “I just wish I could have done more.” He kicked a little at the water, looking down at it as you wrapped your arms around him again. “You did the most you could and I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, not just for the support you’ve shown all season but for everything else. For this. Bringing me out here knowing it would make me feel better.” He started leading you away from the water so you could both sit on the sand, his arm going around you. “I’m not really sure what I would do without you so I feel like a winner tonight anyways."

[annimator]

Interlink

(I was ORIGINALLY gonna work on WYN today, but nooooo, my brain decided to think up a really cool idea to fit into my sona lore. I’m not disappointed about this since it sounds pretty neat conceptually)

After shaking hands with the god in front of them, a light filled up the traveller’s vision.

After the light cleared, they found themselves in the centre of a brand new city; and as they looked around, they noticed its citizens having various unique physical properties.

“It’s quite a unique sight, don’t you think?”

The God that granted their wish spoke from behind them, with the traveller quickly turning around to greet and reply to them,

“Yeah, this place looks like it’s prospering despite how everything looks overgrown. Looks like everyone here also has inter-dimensional powers like me.”

“That’s because they do. This dimension is one that I like to call ‘Interlink City’. A hub world for those who’ve become dimension travellers. They all mostly reside here when they want to take a break from it, and they also consider this dimension their primary home.”

“I guess that makes sense. Dimension hopping’s fun and all, but ya sometimes need to take a break.” The traveller didn’t really know what else to say after that. They got their wish, and the starry God was still in front of them, looking like they wanted them to ask another question. “So… what now?”

The God chuckled, “Well, I have a feeling you’d want to explore the city before you start dimension hopping, and I completely understand that. Most people decide to do that when they first arrive here anyways. But I have one more question; I’ve given all my other dimension travellers one extra gift that’ll help them with their journeys, and I’m sure you’d wish for one too. So what gift would you want-“

“I want to fly! With wings attached around my waist that are pink red & vibrant cyan respectively!” The traveller quickly answered.

“I figured, you’ve always wanted that; even before you’ve wished for inter-dimensional travel, haven’t you?”

The traveller chuckled, “Yeah, I always thought that would be a good power. The wings are just an extra bonus.”

“Then so be it.” The starry god snapped their fingers as they finished saying that. A light once again engulfed the traveller’s vision.

And to their joy, they feel a new weight around the back of their waist, which is most definitely thanks to the new wings gifted to them.

“Well then, I have to go now. Enjoy your new powers, Anni.”

The god faded away once they finished their farewell, leaving the traveller to explore the new city.

———

As they explored the city, the traveller grew more and more astonished over everything;

The city’s streets are filled with a multitude to bulletin boards, most definetly to post stories and drawings about the worlds they’ve travelled to, as shown by a brunette girl with deer antlers and someone else with black hair & demon horns both posting art onto one of the many boards within the city.

Alongside that, there were a multitude of murals spread out amongst the city, with one of the notable one’s being one strewn across a tall building that showed all the colours of the sky fading into one another.

There was also a bunch of stores selling a bunch of shoelaces that were supposedly stolen by a president from some reason. Maybe that’s code for dimension travellers to recognize each other in other dimensions.

The traveller felt more at home in this city compared to their original home the more they explored the city, even purchasing new clothes and accessories to coincide with their new wings.

And as the sky darkened, they purchased themselves a small dorm-like apartment to rest in.

Sure, there wasn’t much in it considering the fact that they just moved into it, but the traveller has a good feeling that they could find some other furniture and items to decorate it, even if they aren’t from the city.

They were content with where they were right now, and as the city’s noise lulled them, they ultimately fell asleep, excited for what tomorrow has to offer.

[sneverussape]

if wishes were fishes

this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i stumbled upon it when clearing up. it's a good thing too because i was also missing this au!

@greens-your-color prompt # 90 - HOGWARTS

summary: lily is faced with the reality of severus' condition and how it opens up different paths for the both of them.

wc: 3296

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“So what do you think then?”

“Of what?”

“Hogwarts. I mean��we both got letters. You’ve had yours for a while.”

“Which is proof that I actually am older, thanks very much.”

“Severus. Be serious.”

“Well, I wasn’t joking.”

Lily huffed out an annoyed sigh. She clenched her fingers tight around the thick envelope she had in her hand. The same one Professor McGonagall had handed to her just that morning, nearly identical to the envelope that Severus had received on his own birthday just two weeks past. Her name glistened in green ink across the back:

Miss L. C. Evans

The Corner Bedroom with Lots of Sun

10 Hartington Rd.

Chiswick, London

She hadn’t opened it yet, and had merely satisfied herself with rubbing her finger against the raised wax seal. She knew what it said, anyway. She had read Severus’ own letter (addressed to Mr S. T. Evans, The Green Room at the End of the Hall)several times already since he had a habit of leaving it out in random corners of the house. She suspected he had also gone through it several times, although she had yet to see him actually take more than a passing glance at it.

Severus himself was at his desk, busy with an RC car that he had taken apart and was putting back together ‘with modifications’. He didn’t seem to be the least bit bothered with what Lily was trying to ask him. That was the most annoying bit. Lily already felt fit to explode, and her brother, who she felt should have felt the same at the very least, was carrying on with his usual business. It was, she silently fumed, completely unacceptable.

“Severus, you know what Professor McGonagall said—”

“She said lots of things. You have to be more specific.”

Lily narrowed her eyes at her brother, quickly losing patience. “Well, are you coming to Hogwarts with me or not?” she asked, her tone more than a little snippy. It didn’t seem as though Severus was even listening to her but she knew that he was, because his hands suddenly stopped fiddling with the chassis of the car that he was trying to snap closed.

Professor McGonagall had given Severus and their parents only until the end of the month to decide whether or not Severus wanted to be admitted into the school. That was tomorrow, and none of them had so far given any indication that they had made a decision, despite the old professor having shown up again earlier that day to give Lily her letter. Because they had already been given the full introduction to Hogwarts during Severus’ birthday, she hadn’t bothered to do the same with Lily, although she had offered to answer any further questions Lily had that had yet to be addressed.

The only thing Lily wanted to know, really, was whether or not her brother was going to come with her.

“Do you want me to go?” Severus asked. He refused to look at her, and was fiddling with a piece of sellotape that he’d peeled off of God-knows-where. The question made Lily feel several emotions at once.

“What kind of a stupid question is that?” she said, suddenly feeling defensive. “Of course I do!”

Severus hummed under his breath and proceeded to put the RC car back together. He’d previously fixed it so that it could now zoom up steep inclines, and had also wired it a certain way so that it would play the Macarena when it got to a certain speed. The car looked ridiculous now with its bits and bobs but Lily had no doubts that whatever Severus had added on to it this time would still work.

She flopped down on the braided rug beside Mercutio and waited for her brother to respond further. She knew he was going to; when Severus was thinking over his words he jiggled his legs, and the way he was going now was making his desk rattle.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t go to Hogwarts. When Professor McGonagall had explained Hogwarts in its entirety to them and their parents for the first time, she had done it in such a way that the people they had all met up and down Diagon Alley and St. Mungo’s never had, which was that she answered all their questions clearly and honestly, and it was only then that they all began to realize the implications of going there would be, especially for Severus.

It was…all in all, a typical school, but there were flying lessons, Charms classes, moving staircases, even poltergeists. It was everything Lily looked forward to seeing and experiencing, especially after she had been exposed to the Wizarding World for a while now, but also ones she knew would be a challenge for her brother. At the moment he was on an indefinite trial run for potions to help dampen his accidental magic whenever he had a fit and had to submit to testing once a month. That didn’t even count the times when he had to go to hospital just because his magic was going mad due to his epilepsy. Lily wasn’t sure what would happen if he moved up north. Would the Healers have to go to him? Would that also mean he’d be excused from classes or study period? What if he had a fit in school?

“I can help keep an eye on you, you know, in Hogwarts. Even if we were in different Houses. Maybe I can even ask them if we could be in the same one,” Lily said, voicing what she’d already decided for herself. Severus threw her a look from where he was sitting, looking bewildered.

“It’s school, Lils. You’re not there to play nursemaid.” Severus sounded annoyed. Lily frowned at him.

“It’s not as if it’s going to be any different than how it would be when we’re here,” she countered, fully prepared to win the argument she knew was about to take place. Their family had already gotten used to certain routines that usually revolved around Severus’ needs. Admittedly, it was not something Lily always looked forward to doing: hospital stays, checkups, tests, and emergencies took up a lot of time and were all very tiring, not to mention, scary. But she was used to it, somewhat. She knew what to do at least if something happened. Whether or not they’d be at home or at Hogwarts, how different would it be? Wouldn’t it even be better since they would be among wizards all the time? At least there no Muggles would be at risk, and the Ministry wouldn’t have to keep warning them about the Statute of Secrecy…

Severus snorted derisively. “It wouldn’t even be nearly the same. It’d be way different.”

“I know how to handle your stuff!”

“Lily, you can���t call 999 if anything happens up there. You heard what McGonagall—”

“Professor McGonagall.”

“—Professor McGonagall,” Severus rolled his eyes in a way that she knew would have made Mum scold him if she’d seen, “said. Muggle things don’t work in Hogwarts. And you can’t be with me all the time.”

“Well, you have Mercutio, don’t you?” Her brother’s service dog had a special magical collar that also acted as a portkey in emergencies, and was trained to transport Severus to St. Mungo’s in those circumstances, as well as alert their parents. “He’ll be right there with you. You wouldn’t need to call 999.”

“Yeah, but it’s dangerous for him to be there as well.” Severus lifted his leg up from the floor to rest his foot on the chair. He hugged his knee to his chest. “He’s not a magical pet. Professor McGonagall said she doesn’t know if the magic will affect him. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“So, what are you saying then?” Lily’s hand had found Mercutio and she rubbed his belly as she stared resolutely at her brother. Her stomach had started doing funny little flips as the conversation went on. “Are you going or not?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go.” Severus didn’t look at her as he spoke. He looked defeated, almost. The same way he did when the Healers and doctors wanted him to take something nasty that they said could help him. “But I don’t think I can.”

Lily felt her face grow warm at his words, already indignant on his behalf. The hold she had on her Hogwarts letter tightened considerably.

“Of course you can!” she snapped. “Who said you can’t? Professor McGonagall already said you can!”

“Will you listen?” Severus turned to her, looking more than a little angry now. Lily stuck her tongue out at him.

“It’s my birthday,” she reminded him. “If you’re rotten to me today, I will tell on you.”

Severus groaned but then stood up and, to her surprise, went to join her on the rug. He stretched out on his back, sandwiching Mercutio between them. Mercutio, great big loyal brat that he was, moved away from Lily to edge up against his charge.

“I want to go to Hogwarts more than anything in the world.” Severus said, in a voice so soft that Lily wasn’t sure he was even speaking.

“So why don’t you?” Lily softened her tone to match her brother’s. Her fingers started twisting around a loose piece of thread that hung off her shirt sleeve. “I mean…it’ll be really fun, Sev. We’ll be among wizards 24/7 and won’t need to worry about the Statute or anything. And we’ll be learning magic properly. Next time we go to St. Mungo’s we can brag to Healer Livingston that we won’t need the special wards anymore for uncontrolled magic.”

She had meant for it to be comforting, but that sentiment quickly melted away when she saw Severus’ expression.

“You won’t.” Severus gave her a crooked smile. “But I will.”

“It won’t be forever, surely—” she felt herself flush as she desperately attempted to cover up her faux pas, but Severus was already waving a hand to stop her.

“Lily! Stop. Don’t even say it. You know it’s forever.”

“No, it’s not!”

Although there were times when talking about Severus’ condition was all right and normal, other times it made her unspeakably angry. This was clearly one of those times.

“You don’t know that it’s forever,” she repeated. “The doctors and Healers have all said there’s still a chance you can outgrow it or get rid of it.”

“Muggles can.” Severus said, addressing her as though she were a small child. Lily resented him for it. “I won’t be able to, unless they figure out the proper potions for it.” He shrugged, his bony shoulders nearly reaching up to his ears. “I’d have to keep going to St. Mungo’s and doing all the tests and things too anyway, and I can’t do it if I’m at Hogwarts.”

His logic was still unclear to her. “That’s not true,” Lily protested. “Surely there’s an infirmary there of some sort for ill students? And the Healers can go to Hogwarts if they need to.”

“Yes, but…I don’t want to be different. You heard McGonagall: I’m a ‘special case’.” He made air quotes around the word and made it somehow sound even more sarcastic. “There’s been no one like me at Hogwarts, so they’re also not sure how to handle it. I can’t even Floo on most days…what’s going to happen when we have to learn to Apparate?”

“Well, we adjust. Why wouldn’t they?” Forget indignance; she felt rage. Was he saying that he didn’t expect people to change up some things to accommodate him? Was that what McGonagall had meant? She couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t, in the first place. She shook her head, desperate to maintain her stance. “I’m sure you’re worrying over nothing. Hogwarts is more than capable of making arrangements for you.”

Lily understood the struggle of being in Muggle school with the condition Severus had, but Hogwarts was a magic school, for Merlin’s sake. Surely they could — would — accommodate her brother’s needs. What kind of horrid school wouldn’t? Especially since it was magic that was causing all this trouble in the first place.

“But that’s just it, Lils. I don’t want them to adjust. I don’t want…people staring and pointing and giving me a label like…I don’t know. The boy who can’t control his magic? The boy who falls to the floor at random and has fits? Epilepsy isn’t a wizarding illness, remember? They don’t know about it at all, and I don’t want to explain it to wizarding kids. It’s hard enough to do it with the adults.”

Lily was finding it hard not to snap at her brother. “So you won’t go because you’re scared?” she said, knowing the word would trigger him into getting angry. She needed his anger now, to goad him into changing his mind, but to her surprise, he just shrugged.

“I am scared,” he said. “There are too many unknown things. I don’t want to hurt other people, or Mercutio. And I don’t want to be hurt.” He made a face. “You’re a pain but I don’t want people to make fun of you because of me either.” His gaze traveled elsewhere, refusing to look at her face. “They already do that here, sometimes. I’ve heard them.”

It was Lily’s turn to roll her eyes. Her brother was seriously underestimating what she was capable of. “I think I can handle myself, thank you very much.”

Severus smirked. “You’ll end up crying every day and have eyes so swollen you wouldn’t be able to see with them.”

Lily’s eyes widened. She hated it when her siblings teased her about how easily she cried.

“Hey—!”

“And I’d have to write Mum and Dad and tell them about it, and Toons is going to freak because our owls will probably fly into her classroom by mistake.”

Lily gasped, this time in delight. She and Severus had already gotten their own owls, back on Severus’ birthday. Needless to say, Petunia had not been pleased, always nattering on about feathers and droppings and such, even though Apollo and Artemis were extremely well-behaved, in Lily’s opinion.

“You think they would go to her though? If they can’t get to Mum and Dad?”

Severus grinned. “Undoubtedly.”

They shared a giggle at Petunia’s expense but when Lily caught her breath, tears had already pooled at the corners of her eyes. She quickly sat up, wiping at her face furiously with her shirt sleeve.

“I won’t go then.” She declared. “I don’t want to be there without you. Oh Sev! It’s so unfair!”

Severus looked up at her with a stunned expression. He pulled himself up to a sitting position and glared at her.

“Don’t say such horrible things, Lily! You want to go. I know you do. And you should! It’ll just be like how we’re already doing school here—”

“No it’s not!” Lily snapped at him. “You know it isn’t. It’s going to be completely different! How would you be able to stand still learning Maths and History and Geography when you could be learning about spells and potions and how to make things float! It isn’t the same, Severus. So either we both go or none of us goes.”

Severus sighed. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Lily sniffled. Even though she had already decided she could still feel her heart breaking. “I’ll tell Mum and Dad later.”

“You’re being stupid.” Severus said, but his tone wasn’t as sharp as it usually would have been. “Lily. You have to go to Hogwarts. You’re a witch. There’s no reason for you not to go. And besides…” A mischievous glint suddenly twinkled in Severus’ eyes. “You need to go. You don’t have a choice.”

Lily turned to her brother to frown at him. Quickly she wondered if he’d gone soft in the head within the last ten minutes that they’d been talking. “What?”

“Think about it: if you go to Hogwarts and learn all the stuff, we can invent even more new spells and things to test out when you come home. It would drive Healer Livingston mad.”

The prospect of unleashing havoc in St. Mungo’s just to see Healer Livingston’s face was too tempting. Lily bit her lip. “Sev, you have to be learning all this stuff with me! I can’t stand knowing you won’t be able to. And I’m not a very good teacher anyway. I can’t come home and suddenly just teach you everything!”

“Who says you’d have to?” Severus had a glint in his eye that Lily already knew forewarned trouble. “Lils…you’re a genius! Clever little crybaby.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I won’t be going to Hogwarts, but I will be asking McGonagall if I can still take up the lessons that you lot are going to take. You remember when Healer Aggarwal had that patient at the Spells Damage ward who was a private tutor? He was tutoring wizarding kids, so there must be someone they can get to keep me up to speed with whatever you’re taking up. It can’t be that hard. And I learn fast.”

Lily rolled her eyes, but couldn’t really contest Severus’ claim. Her brother was clever, and frighteningly so. She didn’t doubt that he could learn magic as well as he had already taken to Muggle lessons.

“We’ll tell her then. Tomorrow. You’ll be going to Hogwarts in the fall, but we’ll be getting two sets of whatever books and things you’re buying for school. I’m not going to be falling behind.”

His tone was decidedly final, and somehow, Lily felt comforted by the compromise. She had wanted Severus to be alongside her at Hogwarts, learning magic, but logically knew that Severus was right to refuse the invitation. Besides, in this way…it would be nice to have a space that was just hers and where she wasn’t reduced to ‘Severus’ sister’. She loved her brother but it did get tiring to live under his shadow, or relegating herself to the side all the time since his needs came first.

Suddenly, the whole plan didn’t sound mad at all.

“Are you sure then?” she asked, not wanting for Severus to tease her for changing her mind so suddenly about not going. He was already grinning.

“Positive! Back me up tomorrow so Mum and Dad will also agree. They probably will anyway. I don’t think they want me to be so far away either but they’re scared of keeping me back.”

“And if Professor McGonagall doesn’t agree?”

“Oh she will,” Severus said confidently. “She looked rather impressed that I could already do level 1 Transfigurations.”

“You cheat!” Lily said hotly. “We both can do it! Did you tell her Andi and Tonks have been teaching us all these years?”

“Well she didn’t ask.” Severus grinned. This time he looked at Lily. “It’ll be fine, Lils. You can go to Hogwarts then tell me all about it. I’ll learn magic here and then when you come home, I’ll blast your arse out the door.”

Lily colored. “Rude!” She got to her feet. “I’m telling Mum and there’ll be no cake for you after dinner.”

The echoes of Severus’ laughter trailed her as she left his bedroom, and despite her annoyance, Lily smiled at the sound. She hugged her Hogwarts letter to her chest, finally allowing herself to feel excited at the prospect of her attending.

She was going to Hogwarts! And Severus was going to be staying where he was safest. Even if McGonagall didn’t agree Lily had already decided to teach him her lessons herself, or maybe Andi could. Or knew someone who could. Either way it wasn’t the end.

Everything would be just fine.

end.

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Boxer

Pairing- Mingi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.6k

Includes- Angst, Rocky Mingi, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Mingi POV

"Sorry I'm late. Sorry"

I lift my head at her voice, watching her run inside the dressing room

She darts toward her friend, our makeup artist Hae, handing Hae her bag, who takes it and puts it with hers

I watch her go to her manager

"Seriously Joanne?", he says when he looks at her, his eyebrows raised, "Again?"

I can't see what he sees because she has her hoodie up

"I told you yesterday though", she reminds him

"Yeah fine, you did", he sighs, "Go help Yunho, Mingi and Yeosang get ready"

Yes, she has me today

Thank god

I could stare at her gorgeous face without looking like a stalker

When she turns around and heads towards my direction, I hold in a gasp, seeing what her manager was looking at

Her bruised face

Dark purple and slightly swollen around her left eye, a bloody cut in her eyebrow, scrapes on her cheek and a scabbed busted lip

She's shown up like this a few times already, with bruises and cuts on her face

I don't know how she gets them

None of the guys know

And she only talks to Hae so I doubt any staff know

Obviously her manager does

I just hope she's not being hit by someone because that would piss me off

She doesn't deserve that

I'm concerned but no one else, including her, seems to be and it'd be weird if I said anything

As if I can talk in front of her anyway

She pulls her hoodie down then goes to the hangers that have our clothes for the video

She takes one set of clothes, looking at the paper with one of our names on it

"Mingi", she calls

I get up and keep myself from running to her

"Hi", she smiles at me, taking my breath away

"Hey Jo", I say, smiling back

That's about as much as I can say to her without going catatonic

I like her a lot

Like a stupid amount

Like love her

Ok not like love her, I do love her

And I want to ask her out but my mouth doesn't work too well when she's near me

She hands me the clothes, "Change and I'll fix the outfit"

I nod, going behind the changing curtain

"Yeosang", I hear her call, wondering what she has to do for him

He's already dressed

Changing quickly, I move away from the curtain, my eyes on her

She's sitting, with Yeosang sitting in front of her, wrapping some of his fingers with boxing tape

And I notice the same tape around a few of her fingers, but hers is stained with some dirt and maybe some blood under the tape

I'm not sure and I don't know why she has that kind of tape on

"Done", she says, smiling at him, making me jealous

"Thanks Jo", he thanks her, then leaves walking towards the set

"Hey Mingi, can you give me a few minutes? Apparently I have to wrap the guys hands in boxing wraps and tape"

I nod, sitting in a chair near her

I watch her as she does Seonghwa's, Wooyoung's, Jongho's and San's hands and fingers, her hands moving so fast as she does them

I tried to wrap my hand once with the long ass boxing wraps and it took me so long

She's moving so quickly, like she knows how to do this

Hongjoong is next and first she puts some kind of wrap glove on one of his hands

She takes his other hand, giggling, "You're hand is small Joong"

He smiles, "Yeah I know"

"Cute baby fingers", she compliments as she wraps tape around his ring finger

"Baby fingers? Look who's talking", he teases, holding her ring finger against his, "Mine's bigger than yours"

She rolls her eyes, "Ok I'll give you that"

I get insanely jealous watching their interaction

I wish I could talk to her like that but I can't

We have our own way of flirting, with looks and smiles but it's not the same as talking to her

It's all I can manage now until my brain remembers words and connects to my mouth again when I'm around her

One day

"Just Yunho left, then I'll get to you Mingi"

"Ok", I answer, watching Yunho sit down in front of her

She starts wrapping his hand when Hae comes over to her, "So did you win?"

She scoffs, "Are you even asking me that? Of course I won"

Won what?

"How bad was the other girl?"

She smiles, "Blood bath on her face"

Jesus Christ

Did she get into a fight?

Is that why she has bruises?

Did she beat someone up?

I didn't take her for that kinda girl

"Jesus", Hae

"To be fair she's a bleeder. All of us know that. She does too"

"But still", Hae says

She sighs, "Well what do you want me to do Hae? Go easy? Let them win? I have a title to keep. I don't want to lose it and risk not being able to compete"

She finishes tucking the wrap on Yunho's hand then moves to his other one

I'm so curious as to what she competes in

I'm sure she's amazing

Not like I'm biased or anything

"You still don't have to go so hard"

"Yes I do. If my opponents want to make it, they have to learn to take on someone who goes hard. God knows no one went easy on me when I started"

I'm so confused but honestly interested in this conversation

I want to know what they're talking about

"I guess", Hae frowns, "Any way isn't it hilarious that they have you doing this? And that they're doing this video?"

She raises her eyebrow, "Doing what?"

"Wrapping their hands like they're actually gonna fight"

"Well I can do it the fastest and tight enough so it doesn't unravel when they're dancing"

"It does feel firm", Yunho puts in, making her smile

"Thanks Yunnie"

"How did your wraps look last night?"

"Bloody. Had to throw them out. Gotta buy new ones ASAP"

She...she wears wraps?

And hers were bloody?

What the hell is going on?

"Hey you should show these guys how to punch", Hae suggests

She glares at Hae, "Why the hell would I do that?"

Have shrugs, "It's in their choreo. Maybe show them how it's done right so it looks like they know what they're doing?"

Hey, I know how to throw a punch

I've never punched anything or anyone but I know how to swing

"Yeah that'd be a no"

"Ok what are you guys talking about?", Yunho asks

I silently thank him because my curiosity is killing me

"We're talking about Joanne being a kick ass boxer"

"Hae!", she growls

"What?"

"No one here knows about that! And I kinda want to keep it that way", she growls through clenched teeth

"You're a boxer?", Yunho asks, surprised, "You're so little"

Hae laughs, "Yeah but don't be fooled. She can knock you out. She takes on opponents bigger than her all the time. And she always wins"

I watch Joanne's cheeks turn pink and it's so adorable

"Always?", Yunho repeats

"Always", Hae answers for her

"That's why you come in with bruises sometimes. Like today?", Yunho asks

She nod, "I had a match last night as Hae's big mouth told you. I won"

Jesus, she's even more amazing than I thought

And so bad ass

"That's amazing", Yunho exclaims, "Can you teach me to punch? Please? I have the knock out punch at the end of the video and I don't want to look dumb"

"I don't know if-"

"I'll ask the managers. It'll be quick. Just like a ten or fifteen minute lesson?"

She hesitates, then says, "Uh yeah. Ok. If your managers say it's ok, then I'll show you how to do a knock out punch"

"Great", he beams

Why can't I talk to her like that?

So easily?

Why do I have to be so...dumb and afraid?

She finishes wrapping his hand and he thanks her then leaves, Hae following him

"God I swear she's so obvious with her crush on him", she murmurs, coming over to me and kneeling down to tie the ties on my pants by my ankles

"Hae?", I ask, shocked

I didn't notice anything

"Yeah Hae. She totally likes Yunho. A lot"

Wow

Well I wouldn't notice anything because when she's around I don't notice anything but her

So forget about figuring out Hae likes Yunho

"Does he know?", I ask

She shrugs, tucking my shirt in my pants "No idea. You'd have to ask him"

I think I will

One of us deserves to have a girl

And at least Yunho can talk to girls

"No wait. Don't actually", she says, tying the tie on my pants waist, "If Hae finds out or Yunho acts different around her she'll kill me"

Ok I won't say anything

I won't do anything to make her life harder

"I won't", I promise

She smiles at me, my heart pounding in my throat

"I think I'm gonna wrap your hand first before we put the robe on, so come sit"

I sit in front of her, watching her while she gets a red wrap then sits in front of me

Slowly she takes my hand, fire running up my arm

Just from one touch

She holds my hand in hers, softly running the fingers of her other hand in my palm to straighten my hand, sending tingles up my spine

"You hand is huge", she smiles, starting the wrap, moving it around my hand slowly

"Yours is tiny", I answer, surprising myself

I didn't stumble over words or stutter

"Compared to yours, really tiny", she agrees

I watch her move the wrap slowly down my wrist and a little below on my arm

It occurs to me that she does this to herself

Or does she have someone who does it for her?

"You uh...wrap your own hands?"

She nods, "Yeah. When I train and when I fight in a match. I wear them under the gloves"

I look closer at her hands as she finishes wrapping my hand

At the tape around her fingers and knuckles

I take her hand in mine, holding it and softly touching her fingers

"You bleed?"

She shrugs, smiling softly, "Sometimes. If I'm hitting the bag without gloves and just the wraps. Or if I'm sparring with no gloves. Sometimes during a match if I'm hitting hard"

I had no idea how tough she is

I'm such a wimp, paper cuts hurt me

But she hits hard punching bags, she fights and she wins

Still, I don't like the idea of her getting hurt

Gently, I ghost my thumb over her split lip

"You get hurt fighting"

She shrugs again, "Part of the job. It doesn't hurt while I'm being hit. Only after"

"Why?"

I'd think getting a punch to the eye would hurt like a mother

"Because when I'm fighting, I'm thinking of winning, I'm planning my next hit, I don't have the time to feel the pain"

I guess I can understand that

She's so into the fight, nothing else matters

Some hair falls from her ponytail in her face and without thinking, I reach out, tucking the hair behind her ear

Her cheeks turn pink and she smiles shyly, her eyes down

And I realize what I did

Shit

What if she didn't like it?

What if she doesn't want to be touched?

Fuck what if I fucked up

I immediately take my hand away but she grabs it as I'm pulling away

Jeez she's quick too

She holds my hand, intertwining our fingers, slowly lifting her eyes to mine

And I can't look away

We stare at each other like idiots in complete comfortable silence

God she's so beautiful, even with all the injuries

They don't take away from her beauty

I'm contemplating on whether to just tell her how I feel when I hear my name

"Mingi!"

We immediately let go of our hands and she stands up, just as Hongjoong comes back into the dressing room

"Let's go Mingi! We need you for photos"

Fucking hell

I forgot I'm at work

"Coming", I tell him

He nods, then says, "Jo, Yunho wants you to come too. Something about punching?"

She nods, "Yeah I'm coming"

Fucking Hongjoong had to ruin the moment

I don't know if I'll ever get another one like it

"Here Mingi", she says, holding out the robe to me

Taking it, I put it on, the material so soft and silky she stands in front of me, tying the strings of my pants into a bow, then fixing the robe around me

"Can you bend down?"

I do and she fixes the hoodie, her arms around my neck

I just wish I could make a move

Kiss her, hold her back, anything

But I stand frozen until she lets go

"C'mon Mingi", she smiles, then starts walking out of the dressing room with me following her like a puppy

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I watch her talk Yunho and Yeosang through punches again

"Keep your feet planted on the ground. Keep your right hand by your cheekbone and your left below your chin"

She demonstrates for them and they copy her

"A little lower Sangie", she says, moving his left hand down, "Good guys"

She gets back into the standing position

"We're gonna do a right cross punch. You have to pivot your back foot and do not straighten your right leg or you'll lose balance. Watch"

She keeps her hands in position, pivoting her foot which makes her hips and torso rotate

Then she goes back into the fighting position

She makes it look so easy

She does it two more times then turns to the guys and has them do it

Yunho straightens his leg, which she tells him not to do and to do the whole thing again

He does and gets it right

Yeosang got it right the first time

Going back into the position she instructs them, "As you punch, lift and extend your elbow and tighten your fist. Everything starts out relaxed but as soon as you punch everything should be tightened. I know it sounds dumb but you can make a noise while you punch. It helps your body get tight"

Suddenly she punches the air, yelling, "Aghhh", her whole body going with the punch

My god that's sexy

"You try", she says to them

Yunho throws the punch but he didn't extend his elbow right, so she goes to him showing him what to do, then putting her hand over his, moving his hand into the punch, talking to him as she does

And my entire body is in jealousy, wanting her to be touching me, paying attention to me

She lets Yeosang and Yunho practice, walking around them, praising or fixing their mistakes

"Are we ready?", the director asks

"Yeah", Yunho answers

"Get into positions"

"You'll do great Yunnie", she assures him, "You too Sangie"

"Thanks Jo", Yunho smiles

"Yeah thanks", Yeosang adds

"No problem. Have fun", she smiles

As she moves out of the way of the cameras she smiles at me, "You'll be great too Mingi"

"Thanks", I say, blushing

She stands with the other makeup artists, stylists and hair stylists, watching us and waiting to fix us for the next scene

I calm myself down because no matter how many videos, photo shoots or performances I do with her watching I'm always nervous

Always

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We just finished the group scene and now it's time for my individual one

She comes up to me, fixing my pants and my shirt while a makeup artist fixes the foundation on my face and the hair stylist runs a comb through my hair

"Can you bend down Mingi?", she asks after the rest of the stylists back off

I do and again, her arms go around neck, pulling the hood of the robe over my head

Her fingers run in my hair, putting it on my forehead and fixing the hood

I can't keep my eyes off her, her pretty eyes concentrating on hood

Her eyes then move to mine and she smiles, "There. You look so good Mingi"

"Ttt...uh..ttt...thanks", I stammer like a moron

She nods then moves back, leaving me on the set alone

I snap out of my trance when the director tells me what to do during my rap

I nod, taking in what he's saying but also I'm aware of her

When the camera rolls, I take a breath as the music comes on

I start off facing away from the camera and turn when the rap starts holding my wrapped hand up

The back up dancers move in front of me and I pull my hood down, getting ready to go hard

When the dancers part, I come bursting through, doing the dance and rapping, my eyes flitting to her for a second

And seeing her biting her lip while she watches me

'Focus', I tell myself and keep going

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Walking into the dressing room after the shoot, I sit down on the couch, exhausted

Between dancing my ass off and watching her watch me, I'm ready for a nap

"Time for food!", San sings out, all the guys hurrying out the dressing room to eat

We got a break for now, doing the photo shoot after

She's around the clothes rack, fixing the white outfits we have to wear later

I notice the empty dressing room, everyone probably running for food

I want food but I want to talk to her more

Now is my chance

Getting up, I close the door and lock it, once I'm sure everyone is gone

I don't want anyone interrupting again like Hongjoong did before

I don't know what I'm going to say or how

Maybe tell her how I feel because after today.....seeing her show Yunho and Yeosang how to punch, seeing her watching me while I was filming

I have to say something

Or try to

"Uh Jo?", I call

She looks up, looking around the room, "Where is everyone?"

"Probably getting food"

"Oh. Aren't you hungry too?"

"I uh yeah but uh can I talk to you first?"

She raises her eyebrow, "Yeah sure"

I nod, my palms sweating as I sit on the couch

She walks over to me, sitting next to me

Silence falls and I'm trying to figure out how to word this

"I uh....", I start, "Well I wanted to ask. Umm I mean do you...uh"

God I'm such a fucking dork, stammering like an idiot

"Mingi", she says softly and I look at her, "I think I know what you want to tell me"

I doubt that

"Tell me if I'm wrong ok?"

I nod

She reaches out to me, softly touching my cheek, turning my face to her

I look into her beautiful brown eyes, drowning in them

She leans forward her lips against mine in a soft kiss

Alright, maybe she did know what I wanted to tell her

She pulls away, looking at me, "Was I right?"

"Yes", I answer, then pull her back to me, my lips crashing into hers but still being mindful of her injured lip

She kisses me back hard, climbing into my lap, her arms firmly around my neck

I slip my tongue inside her mouth, hers immediately against mine, playing and I can't help but moan in her mouth

After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss, leaning her forehead on mine

"Please tell me this means what I think it does", she says softly, "I waited so fucking long for you, please tell me you feel like I do"

Oh my god, she has feelings for me too

I'm so astounded and so fucking happy

"I do Jo. I love you"

"Thank god", she whispers, relief in her face, "I love you Mingi"

Holy shit

I never thought that this with her would go this way

I thought she'd tell me she just sees me as a friend

This is everything I could ever want

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting but you don't have to anymore. I want to be with you"

She pulls back, a huge smile on her face, "Yes, a million times yes. I want to be with you so much Mingi"

I can't help but smile, "Good"

Then I pull her back to me in a kiss

As the kiss gets heated, I whisper, "I need you"

God do I need her

Right now

"Here?", she asks

I nod, "I can't wait. I need you right now"

She nods, "Me too"

Thank god

I don't know if I could of waited any longer

I stand up and put her in a sitting position on the couch

Then kneeling down, I press kisses to her neck as I gently push her back into the cushions

Moving my hands under her shirt, I slowly slide it up her body and off, her bra following

Pulling back I get my first glimpse of her and holy shit she's fucking hot

Gorgeous

Perky round boobs, nipples hard already

Tattoos on either side of her torso

And holy fuck she has abs

Not defined or chiseled but the faint outline is there and I had no clue that'd turn me on

But she also has some bruises from the fight I'm guessing

On her stomach, a big one by her ribs, and one by her chest

"Fucking beautiful", I whisper, running my hands all over her body, being careful not to press on the purple bruises

Her head pushes into the cushion, biting her lip, a look of pleasure on her face

"So pretty aegi"

Leaning forward, I press a gentle kiss to the bruise on her stomach

Then I move to the one on her ribs, spreading kisses all over it

Finally, I end with the one on her chest

"Mingi", she whimpers

"My baby", I whisper, then kiss her beautiful lips

As we kiss, I slowly move my hands down her body, feeling her soft skin

When my hands get to her pants, I move my fingers under the waist band, pulling them down along with her panties

She lifts herself up so I can get everything off

And my mouth drops when I see her completely naked

Stunning

More than stunning, perfect

Fucking perfect

I gently squeeze along her thighs, until I get to her hips, then I move my hands down, softly pushing her legs open

Wide

"Oh fuck", I groan when I see how utterly soaked she is, her pussy glistening in juice, a huge wet spot on the couch from her dripping hole

I move closer, placing my tongue on her and slowly licking up, tasting her

God so good

She whimpers, moaning my name and fucking hell I love hearing it

"Don't stop Mingi", she breathes

I definitely won't

I swirl my tongue around her pretty pussy, in between her lips, going at it like I've been waiting to eat her pussy for forever

Which is exactly what I was waiting for

She's so soft, so wet and getting wetter, it's dripping down my neck

I love it

I move my tongue along her throbbing clit, moaning as I feel it throb on my tongue

Her body arches, her legs shaking as she moans louder and it's safe to say that she loves it

I keep rolling my tongue over her clit again and again, getting lost in her shouts, in her

Her clit is begging me to suck on it, so I wrap my mouth around it, the throbs on my lips going straight to my hard cock

I'm so fucking hard it hurts

"Please Mingi", she begs, "Please"

God hearing her beg is such a turn on

I suck on her clit once, her entire body shaking, her hand plunging in my hair and pulling as she yells in pleasure

Every suck I give her, I make sure I increase my speed and force until I'm sucking hard on her little bump, loving the way it feels in my mouth

"Mingi...I....I...", she moans and I know

She's gonna cum

And I'm so excited for it

Sucking harshly, her hips fly up, she screams my name, body shaking as she cums

"Mingi, fuck Mingi"

Excitedly I let go of her clit and lick by her slit

A sweet taste fills my mouth and I can't help but moan as I swallowed her cream

"So good aegi", I praise her, "You taste so fucking good"

"Jesus Christ Mingi"

I look up at her from between her legs just in time to catch the lip bite she does as she's looking at me

So fucking hot

I lick up all her cum, then she pushes my head back

She moves down to the floor with me, kissing me hard, her tongue in my mouth

Pushing me back, I lay on the floor, kissing her as her hands move to my pants, pulling them and my boxers down

Breaking the kiss, she gets my shoes and my bottom clothes off

"Fuck", she whimpers as she eyes my dick

She leans down to put my cock in her mouth but I stop her

"No aegi"

Her eyes raise to mine, "You don't want it?"

I sit her up, running my fingers in her hair

"Of course I want it aegi but your mouth and lip are injured"

"I don't care", she whines so adorably

"I do aegi. You're not hurting yourself more just to give me a blow job. I can wait", I assure

She pouts, "If you're sure"

I nod, "I am. And I kinda can't wait to be inside you. I kinda been fantasizing about that for a long time"

She smirks, "Then I won't keep my baby waiting"

She sits on me and I feel her wet pussy soak my dick and my lap

Fuck, I like that I make her this wet

That she finds me this attractive and wants to be with me

She kisses me softly, grabbing on to the boxing robe

"You'd make a sexy boxer", she giggles, pushing the robe off me

"Oh yeah?", I smirk, helping her get my shirt off

"Yeah. You're so big Mingi. So many muscles. Here", she says, touching my upper arms

"And here", her arms move to my chest and continue to my abs, making my skin tremble, "And here. Fuck you're so hot"

She rocks her hips, grinding into my hard length, feeling so good, "And you're so fucking big here"

"I am?", I ask in disbelief

"Are you fucking kidding? You're dick is massive"

My mouth drops open in shock

"It's so long and fuck so thick", she continues, making my entire skin turn red, "I don't know how it's going to fit inside me"

Wait what?

Is that really a problem?

Because if it is I'll scream

"I won't fit?", I ask worried

"I'll make you fit baby, don't worry", she assures me, "There's no way in this universe I'm not riding your cock right now"

Well fuck

Thank god for that

She holds my length up and hovers right over me

She lowers herself, my head going inside her and getting soaked

"Fff..fuck", I moan

"Oh god yes", she groans, as she slips more and more down my length

I sit up on my elbows, watching her tiny hole split wide open to take my cock

She's leaking so much, creamy juice sliding down my cock, pooling in my lap

So fucking pretty

She actually bottoms me out, sitting right against my legs and I have no idea where she's putting me but I'm not complaining

Her hips start wiggling, moving in circles, her pussy wrapped around me so snugly

"Oh fuck", I moan, pleasure creeping up my spine

"Give me a few minutes to get used to you baby and then I'll ride your cock so fucking good"

I nod as she grinds against my dick, the fluttering of her cunt amazing

Taking her hand, I press a kiss to her back of her hand, then along her hurt fingers

She smiles softly, holding my hand in hers

I move my down on my elbow, the soft material under my arm making me slip

I catch myself, looking down at the robe under me

Quickly I grab it, ready to throw it away when I stop

"So do you really wear a robe?", I ask, looking from the robe to her

She smirks, leaning over, taking my robe and putting it on

Oh god she's so fucking hot

"Sometimes", she says

I can only stare at the robe just covering her breasts, her nipples poking through the silky material

She smirks at me, moving her hands on my stomach as she starts to bounce

Pleasure fills my body from her movements and I can't tear my eyes away from her

My mind is blown that she's sitting on my lap, riding my cock while she wears my robe

It's fucking everything

"Although I've never worn one when I was naked before"

Fuck

I can't speak, I can only watch her as she moves on me, completely mesmerizing me

Up and down, my cock disappearing as her cunt swallows me again and again

"My god Mingi. Your cock feels so fucking good", she moans, her hips rolling over and over again, taking me so deeply

Her movements get faster, fucking me harder

My head hits a spot inside her and she screams so loudly, calling my name, her back arching so beautifully

Her hands move behind her, on my legs, moving harder as she's basically jumping up and down on my cock, bottoming me out every time

"Mingi!", she calls, her cunt getting so tight around me I gasp, "I-"

"Cum for me", I ask, wanting to feel it

Her cunt is already so fucking tight, I can't imagine how it's going to feel when she cums

"Please", I plead

After a few more bounces, she takes me all in, orgasming on my whole cock, her body shaking on top of me as she calls my name

"Mingi"

So much pleasure rolls over me as her cunt pulses so fast, so hard

I can't fucking believe I'm getting this much pleasure from her orgasming

It's fucking mind-blowing and I don't want it to stop

So when she finishes, I hold onto her hips tightly and thrust up into her pussy

She moans loudly, holding on to my legs

I fuck up into her over and over, watching her cream completely soak and cover my cock, her boobs bouncing in my face

Her little clit is throbbing like crazy and she's taking every stroke I give her deep inside, crying for more

I've never had a girl this into sex with me

I'm not that experienced like the other guys so I'm always worried that I suck

But she seems to like everything I'm doing

I hit her spot hard and she cries, "There Mingi! Please baby, there!"

I nod, making sure I hit that spot each time I fuck into her

She gets tighter with every pound, body bouncing around like a rag doll

Crashing into her spot again, she yells loudly, coming again, her cunt spasming

"Mingi!", she yells while I groan, feeling the pleasure from her, feeling the way she's drenching my dick

"Mingi cum", she asks

"Sss..soon", I tell her, getting there

"What do you need baby? I want you to feel so good"

"I do baby. I feel so good. You feel good. This is the best I ever had", I say, my face heating up as I realize what I said

"Me too Mingi", she says, touching my chest, "Don't get shy now baby. Tell me what you need"

"Bbb...bounce aegi"

She nods, immediately moving for me, taking me in and out of her, slamming down, taking me deep

"Oh fuck", she cries, her legs working overtime as she rides me hard, her spot rubbing against my head

The pulsing is so fucking blissful and I need her to cum

Reaching out, I touch her clit, playing with it, rubbing it in circles

Her breathing gets harder as she bounces, her cunt flooding my lap

"Oh god Mingi! Mingi!", she yells, coming and I watch in amazement as her cunt fucking gushes liquid all over me

Oh my god, she's squirting

I made her squirt

"Oh Mingi!", she shouts, continuing her bouncing as she squirts, the liquid flying everywhere

And I fucking love it

She squeezes my cock so hard, the bounces and watching her shoving over the edge

I'm hurtled into intense ecstasy as I hold her on my cock, coming into her warm sucking pussy

"Oh fuck, Mingi. Feels fucking good", she moans, rocking on my dick, prolonging the pleasure

When it's over, I look at her, amazed

That was the most pleasure I ever had

She smiles as she breathes in, then leans down, her mouth against mine in a sweet kiss

I smile before I kiss her back, my arms around her, holding her tightly

She touches my cheek as she kisses me, sending tingles down my spine

She leans her forehead against mine after the kiss, "I love you"

"I love you", I smile, pulling her down for another amazing kiss

Fuck I'm so happy, so glad I finally tried to say something to her because now she's mine

All mine

[hekate1308]

 “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Prompt: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Fandom: Endeavour

Pairing: Morse/Jakes

It had been about two months since the incident with the warmth eater, and during that time, Peter had seen quite a bit of Endeavour Morse Thursday. He was usually the one to let him in, always with a smile on his lips (that smile that had no business looking as attractive as it did), and once or twice he had been early enough that he’d been forced to participate in family breakfast because Mrs. Thursday wouldn’t be gainsaid and had heard about what he was working on, since the so-often praised hatstand rule apparently did not count when it came to Joan and Sam listening to what their brother got up to.

Now that he had officially met him and had proven that, while he was perhaps not the most talented when it came to handling certain things, he was not prejudiced against magic or those who had it, the Old Man too had become more communicative when it came to Endeavour, and it quickly transpired that he was just as proud of him as of his siblings. And small wonder, consider he was relatively high up in the Guard considering his youth.

Quite frankly, Peter was busy with pretending to himself that he was not in trouble, which technically, it wasn’t, because really, what had changed? He now knew the oldest Thursday and what he did, and that was all.

Only it was not because Endeavour Thursday also happened to be incredibly pretty and very friendly and polite and –

Oh God, he was in trouble. Thankfully, it was the kind of trouble he could keep to himself and no one else would ever have to know about.

Or at least so he thought until one fateful day.

Even before all of this, it had been a habit of DI Thursday’s to now and then disappear during the day, which office gossip had correctly attributed to him checking up on and helping out Endeavour.

Today, however, they had been rather busy with paperwork, and when Peter brought him another file, he looked up and sighed and said, “Jakes, would you terribly mind bringing these to Endeavour? I’m busy with paperwork…”

“Of course” he said, not quite sure what was expected of him, but he simply pulled out a woollen bag out from under his desk. “Found a few hex bags today… I don’t think they are dangerous, but Endeavour should take a look at them. Just don’t open the bag.”

He nodded and took the bag, as he couldn’t help but thinking this was in some ways a proof of trust.

Once he had arrived, he was quickly shown to Endeavour Thursday’s office and told to wait. He carefully put the bag on the desk, intent on proving that he could behave around magic if he wished to…

Only to fail spectacularly at it again when he got bored.

He was simply walking around the office when he spotted the small cube out of glass on Endeavour’s desk and leaned over it just to look.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Endeavour had entered without him being aware of it, and he jerked back guiltily. “Why? Won’t… take my warmth too, will it?”

He chuckled. “No, no, just a precaution. Spells in glass can be a bit volatile, and if one doesn’t know what to do…”

“I see” he said helplessly then pressed on with, “Your father wanted me to bring these to you… he called them hex bags? Told me not to look, so I didn’t.”

“Ah. Good, good.” Another of these devastating smiles. “Thank you very much, Peter.”

He swallowed and wished he was currently having a cigarette.

He looked into the bag. “Ah, yes. Seems like they’re harmless and spent anyway…” he waved a hand over the bag. “All done.” He looked at Peter. “It’s gone twelve. Lunch?”

He swallowed again. Great. Now they were having – no, they were of course having lunch like he and DI Thursday. What was he thinking?

It would have been very impolite not to, though, so he accepted.

The pub Endeavour led him to proved to be full of magic users and creatures, but really, what else had he expected?

“So how’s it going?” he asked for lack of a better topic.

“Oh you know, the usual” Endeavour shrugged. “Much to do, but I knew there would be when I joined…”

But the woman with the completely black eyes (demon, Peter remembered) behind the bar had spied them and come to greet his… friend.

“Endeavour! I haven’t seen you all week!”

“My apologies, Charity” he said simply as she dragged him into a hug.

She then pulled back and grinned. “And who is your handsome date?”

At least for once since they met, Peter was not the only one blushing.

[kenjakusbraincum]

heyo :) anon who requested sick!reader here

the work was absolutely painful (💀) but that's okay, that's what I wanted anyway, and you're absolutely amazing, already said that in a previously sent message, but gurl I couldn't tell you how much I actually like the reader dying trope, and how I kind of had that in the back of my mind while requesting but didn't say it, so thank you for that once again AND ALSO I've been reading all those requests you're getting for a follow up fic where reader is reincarnated and sukuna finds them but ykw ikindofreallywantreadertostaydead 🥺👉👈 (it feels so stupid for wanting something other ppl don't want 😭💀) like how do I explain it- I just kind of hoped for sukuna to live with that grief yk, of not having shown her enough love and then losing her..idk maybe it's just me, but I really don't want her coming back

BUT ALSO this is your work and hence completely your choice, you've given birth to the character, ofc it's up to you what you do with it lol, I'll read it anyway 😭 I really love your works lmao

and also, pls don't shut up and no you didn't go overboard with it, it was just ✨perfect✨

Ahhhh anon I'm so grateful for the opportunity to write that request and unleash my evil angsty side for once 😌💅 I'm glad you enjoyed it!!

And I totally get where you're coming from with wanting reader to stay dead!! As I mentioned in one of the previous asks, I LOVED making Sukuna suffer 😭 Just him regreting every single time he was disgusting towards reader since the start of their little thing. Him wishing he could redo everything again, wishing he wasn't so brutal because he never had to be brutal at all, reader would've loved him either way. Reader ofc wouldn't even hold it against him but he does, he can't forgive himself.. and then he goes back to being a monster, because there's nothing left for him to be human for. I love the idea of being so special to him, being singlehandedly both the reason he became human (in a metaphorical sense) and the reason he went back to his old ways.

But the reincarnation scenario lures me for two reasons, one is how much there is to explore within the idea. Like how do they meet? Who recognizes who? Does reader remember him instantly or does it take time? How does Sukuna go about retrieving them, does he just snatch and steal and take like he always does, or does he try it differently? And how does reader react to all this, what if they reject him in this lifetime? DOES SUKUNA HAVE ENOUGH RIZZ TO GET READER TO STAY WHEN HE'S NOT FORCING THEM??? Lorddd my brain is going places and I love a prompt that gets me thinking.

And the main reason: I really badly want an excuse to write Sukuna being uncharacteristically nice from the start. I always feel an obligation to do him at least a bit of justice by making him cold in the beginning, but reincarnated reader gives me an excuse to make him gentle, esp with nsfw stuff 🥺 And everyone knows I'm a sucker for gentle Sukuna...

BUT anyways, even if you don't like this idea pls feel free to pretend part 2 never happens and is a totally separate little scenario!! Nothing is official canon in this little universe of my works and ppl are free to pick and choose which fics are canon and which aren't in their interpretations ✨

[thosewildcharms]

AMEN TO ALL YOUR RECAP FROM EPISODE 3. So so amazing. I cannot wait for the crying, yelling and makeup loving in episode 4. I just saw a theory that had me freaked out a little. Saying the phones don't add up and that Judith is more grown up in the sketches could mean he took helicopters and kept an eye on them over the years?? And that the reference to Carl was actually RJ and that is why he couldn't get it quite right? I doubt that though. He has no idea about RJ. Secrets coming out?? ARGHHH I need to know! What do you think? Also, do you think there will be another season? I need them :'(

thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I think we're all excited for episode lol this show has me wishing away my saturdays smh

well. personally I don't think you need to be freaked out by that theory because (respectfully) I don't think it makes any sense lol. I'm putting this under a read more because It's gonna get kinda long

I don't really see what doesn't add up about the sketches, honestly? because I think the simplest/most logical explanation is likely the accurate one. rick is (painfully) aware of how much time is passing, so every time he asked for a new sketch he'd say how old judith would be at that time and the artist would have adjusted her appearance accordingly. as for carl - I did see one person say they thought the "not getting it right" line implied that rick was starting to forget what carl looked like, because it's been a while now since he died. I think that's plausible, but personally I think part of it is that a parent who loses a child never really stops grieving, and no sketch can ever live up to the memory of that child no matter how objectively accurate it is. maybe it's a little of both? either way, I don't think it's supposed to be RJ.

I think we have to consider that while rick was never ever gonna stop trying to get home to see his family ("I'm getting home or I'm dying. That's it.") okafor played the ultimate and final trump card when he told rick his family would die if he ever escaped the CRM and went back home. as we saw in 1x01, that was it - the lights went out, and rick basically immediately became suicidal because he knew that he would never, ever put them at risk, so his only option was to die (again, "i'm getting home, or I'm dying") and short of actually killing himself he decided to metaphorically die instead.

all of this is to say that everything we've seen from rick on screen since the end of the first episode specifically shows us that he is resigned to never seeing his family again. for a brief moment when okafor died rick thought he maybe had a chance again, especially with michonne there, only for jadis to show up immediately to remind him that she has the SAME trump card as okafor only worse because she set it up so that if she dies his family will be killed anyway. and his only goal at this point is making sure michonne gets out. there's no indication that he has ever set eyes on any of them.

but even just logistically like. do we think the CRM is letting rick 'cut my own hand off trying to escape' grimes fly a helicopter unsupervised? do we think CRM security is so lax that he'd be able to steal one? if it was, wouldn't that be the first thing he did to try to escape, once he enlisted? ALSO the first thing rick did after he and michonne reunited was ask if judith was alive. why would he ask if he already knew? like, he's shown to be pretty decent at lying under pressure but why would he lie to michonne, at that moment? like, I'm sorry this just does not track as a theory to me lol

as for a season 2. well, season 1 is doing extremely well so far, so it wouldn't be a matter of the network not wanting more seasons. I do think an issue would be danai's availability because her schedule is insane. personally, I have my own feelings about whether or not I even want a season 2, but I guess we just have to see what happens!

I hope this answered your questions :)

@ricksmarlene