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[screamingcrows]

Between appointments - Sunday x Reader

Tags: soft angst, hints at unrequited love, gn reader Notes: This takes place between the meeting with Aventurine and the confrontation with Gallagher. Not a lot happens in this. Should be 2.2 spoiler free Feed this to an AI and I'm feeding you to Acanthaster planci Minors, ageless, blank blogs; you'll be blocked on sight

In your eyes, it was impossible to miss how affected Sunday was by the negotiations with the IPC's representative. His hand had been so tightly clenched behind his back that you'd worried blood would soon stain his pristine gloves. Once it was clear his 'guests' had left for good, you slowly exited the hidden nook you'd been tucked away in for most of their discussion.

"Sir? Can I-" your voice faltered for a moment, seeing him tense as if he'd been snapped out of his thoughts, "can I do anything for you?"

A sigh left the man, back straightening before he turned to meet your gaze, the same smile as always upon his lips. The sight only made your stomach sink further, having watched from the shadows long enough that his impending response was obvious. Consistency was key to maintaining order, and during your year of serving The Family, he had presented himself as nothing less than a perfect leader.

"Your concern warms my heart, but rest assured, there is nothing I need at the present save for locating the individual responsible for these unfortunate circumstances," his voice sounded somewhat strained, yet the smile remained.

A beat of silence passed between the two of you, your gaze drawn towards the blue ribbons adorning his shoulder, one of them having slid down. Without thought, your hands reached out and fixed it, ignoring the feeling of feathers tickling your skin.

"It didn't seem to go particularly well? It's rare that you turn to-"

"My suspicions were confirmed, that is good enough."

It always made your heart clench when he invoked Their presence, knowing it wore at his heart, but from the firmness in his tone, you gathered it had been more than necessary. He nodded his head and your body obliged without much thought, stepping backwards while he whispered a word of thanks, wings folded a little more than usual. No doubt the confrontation had been strenuous.

"Your suspicions?"

You knew asking was treacherous territory, but the words had already seared your tongue in the meager seconds of hesitation.

"While The IPC is undoubtedly seeking to take advantage of this turmoil, nothing in their representative's conduct led me to believe they are the ones responsible. Merely profiting on the tribulations of others as usual."

His hand had already gone behind his back again. Would he start plucking out his feathers as well if this went on long enough? It was no secret that you harbored romantic feelings for the Oak Family head, and lulling yourself into a belief that your presence calmed Sunday had been easy enough.

"But that doesn't mean you're out of ideas, does it?"

Enigmatic as always, he shook his head softly, faint traces of a smile dancing upon his lips, although it didn't reach his eyes. It was hardly unexpected that you were kept in the dark, as a regular member you had no claim to such knowledge. However, that didn't mean being perpetually unable to help with anything meaningful didn't feel like a knife twisting in your heart.

"Sunday, you know I'm here to help you, right?"

"I assure you, I am well aware. I would, however, prefer to keep any unnecessary involvement out of this."

His words might as well have been a thousand pins. He'd begun moving around the table, gloved fingers trailing along the edge of the polished wood. His wings had spread back out as well, a telltale sign that you were speaking to the family head, not the man you yearned to hold.

"Let me at least prepare you a cup of tea, or perhaps a-"

"There is no need to fuss. I have another matter to take care of shortly, and it is something preferably done alone," he'd turned his head just enough to give you a pointed look.

A sigh left your lips, fingers anxiously fidgeting as you went around the grand table, desperate to cross the chasm keeping him away.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have listened in. But for once, I want to know what's going on, you haven't been yourself since Miss Robin…" your voice trailed off, the soft rustling of feathers accompanied by a wave of uneasiness making you hold your tongue for a moment, "If telling me is out of the question, at least let me take care of you, however fleeting time may be."

"Whatever debt you felt was owed to The Family for taking you in, I assure you, They have long since acknowledged your sincerity and hard work. You are free to enjoy this sweet dream," there was that firmness again, how you wished he'd speak frankly when his own desires surely could not align with those words?

"I'm not staying for Them, I'm staying for you."

"I have to once more remind you, whatever it is you think you will find in me is- well, it's not possible. Not even here."

You were close enough to touch Sunday by now, yet his back was still turned towards you. Close enough that the rise of his shoulders with every staccato breath was impossible to ignore. Peering past him, the dark bird sat perched atop a shelf, keen eyes ever watchful as it looked through your body.

"Even so, I can remain by your side," the waver in your voice was minimal, knowing now was not the time to let emotions run loose. You knew that what you wished for was impossible, but clinging to the hope that your presence could make a difference nonetheless was all that mattered. He didn't deserve to be alone.

The way his head lowered and his hand clenched was in stark contrast to his usual conduct. Had you pushed him too far?

"I would hate to see you tethered to the ground because of me. Opportunity is what leads people here, now that you have it, there is little reason to squander it."

"You think I'd be happy running around in the golden hour, drinking SoulGlad and attending galas while you're working yourself to the bone?"

It had come out as more of an accusation than a question, something that immediately made your eyes widen in regret. When he turned towards you, the small smile was still etched upon his features. A hand came to rest on your shoulder, the weight of it enough that you felt unsteady for a moment, held up only by his eyes.

"My heart belongs to Penacony and the shared dream for the future it holds, so long as it thrives, so too will I."

He looked tired this close, and you couldn't help but place a hand atop his, tearing your gaze away to lower your head, unwilling to burden him with your teary expression. If this was what he wanted…

"In that case, I shall wait here for your return… Do you need me to prepare anything?"

He squeezed your shoulder gently before letting his hand fall, and with a shake of his head he walked past you towards the grandiose doors.

"Sunday?" you had to restrain yourself from doing anything hasty, unrest plaguing your mind already at the thought of leaving him to face this alone, "Once the Charmony Festival is over, I'd like to experience more of the dream, preferably not alone."

[biblically-accurate-dca]

overanalyzing (nitpicking) these pins (under the cut)

sun's hanging pin: printing error on the ribbon on sun's right hand (yellow instead of red)

this has since been fixed but it's really funny LMAOOOO how did that happen

moon's hanging pin: the ribbons and the hat are going different directions in the artwork (moon's hat falls down but the ribbons don't, most likely because this is essentially just an edited version of sun's artwork)

this one's a little hard to explain. the colors for The Sun and the stars on sun's hanging pin share the same color palette as sun, but the colors of The Moon and stars on moon's pin don't relate to moon's color palette as easily. the star's are the same color as their teeth, but The Moon itself has it's own unique color. it's actually the clouds surrounding The Moon that share a color with moon (same color as their face)

this makes me think that the clouds were added for the sake of sharing colors from moon's face so it's like sun's? but idk that's just a theory lol. imo it's an odd choice to add clouds to it but it's honestly the prettiest part of the pin so i shouldn't complain too much i guess..

"sun and moon" hanging pin: this is obviously based off of eclipse so why are they calling it "sun and moon"? is it because it's not technically ruin eclipse and therefore they can't call it that? that's odd to me. maybe it's for a legal reason. who knows? i certainly don't

the pants don't have any stars even though the hat has them. and this was a purposeful choice. is it because it'd overcomplicate the design? is it a restriction required to make the pin? it's just an odd choice considering it's such a noticeably empty space now

all the dark parts that are meant to represent moon are a weird grey color now and it looks really odd to me. i'm guessing this is just to differentiate them but it's kind of ugly HFJSJGJD

their button's are blue? even though moon's aren't? why

the crators on The Moon on this pin are positioned slightly differently than the ones on moon's. i thought the design was just copy pasted onto this pin but i guess i was wrong? i'm not sure if this even means anything JDJSJFKDG

the bobble head pins: i think their poses are the same as the other's but they've been flipped and edited to differentiate them. this is probably a really obvious observation. regardless i do think it's fun when they parallel each other so i guess i can't complain about how cheap it feels HFJZJGK

there's a weird space between their arm and their ruffles? for sun it's on the left and for moon it's on the right but i can't really figure out why it's there... my guess is that it might've too hard to cut out since it's enclosed in the design, but it's too large of a space to hide it by coloring it in so they had to leave it like that. there's a space like that on the ribbons too so that's probably it. oh well, nothing's perfect

speaking of the ribbons: they're drawn differently between sun and moon! i thought it was just the hands that were changed but i guess the ribbons were too

moon's bobble pin: according to the art for the pin moon's secondary body color is supposed to be a dark blue, however it's so dark that it just looks black on the pin... it's probably more of an oversight than anything but i honestly think it looks kind of cool. i wanna draw it

i think moon's primary body color on the pin is honestly kind of ugly. the color on the art is ok even if it's a little dark but the cyan tint on the pin combined with how dark it is makes it look ugly to me

sun's bobble pin: sun's colors are... a little too yellow for my tastes but are otherwise fine. the colors on the art itself look nicer but i'm aware that the physical coloring doesn't always line up with digital color codes so you can't be too picky about it i guess

sun's secondary body color is technically incorrect (it should be the same secondary color as the face) but it does look nicer like this so just consider this as an observation rather than a complaint lol

the candy shaker pins: i dont have much to say about these (i think theyre nice but a little boring) but i do like how the designs for the bags match the time of day for each of them. the moondrops have a moon with stars and the sunnydrops have a sun with rays of light. it's charming

overall: they're cute i guess... but the fact that there's an entire collection of dca pins makes it so obvious who they're marketing to lmaooooo

[highvern]

Peaches

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: weed mention, alcohol mention, mention of horror movies

Length: ~3.4k

Note: Drunk Goggles first time at the farmers market. this is prequel numero uno, predating Jealousy and Bite the Bullet by a month/month and a half?

Also dedicating this to the most fabulous readers who've been so incredibly sweet since i started this series! @mingyuonthemoon @tomodachiii and @lavendermins kisses to you all

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[WEDNESDAY 11:49PM] MINGYU 🥔: Looked up that farmers market you mentioned MINGYU 🥔: You didn’t tell me it was HUGE YOU: i literally said it was the biggest one in the city but whatever YOU: im going this weekend if you wanna come! MINGYU 🥔: You sure? Don’t wanna impose YOU: i mean its a public event so my opinion doesnt matter MINGYU 🥔: You really know how to make someone feel special YOU: its a talent YOU: but seriously, you should come. you’ll love it. MINGYU 🥔: sounds good :) YOU: ill pick you up at your place around 7:30? MINGYU 🥔: like 7:30 AM YOU: any later and parking is a NIGHTMARE YOU: i promise its worth it!!! if not ill buy your coffee MINGYU 🥔: deal

Mingyu can’t decide if agreeing to go to the farmers market with you was a colossal mistake or a monumental blessing. Not because he’s been forced to wake up at the crack of dawn, or because he thinks he won’t like the market once he gets there, or even because he is stuck with you for the day. But because the way you look in a white sundress, hem gently brushing your knees with every step, one of the spaghetti straps brushing the curve of your shoulder, knocks the air out of his lungs. The frilly linen fabric sways around your figure as a gentle breeze sweeps through, ruffling your hair and the white ribbon you’ve pinned in it to hold some of the tendrils back.

When you picked him up he hadn’t paid attention to anything other than his own grumbling from the early morning sun. But now, as you walk a step in front of him and ook over your shoulder with a soft grin as you approach the entrance to the market, Mingyu’s heart squeezes. 

He knew you were attractive, he had eyes for Christ sake. Been privy to the plethora of guys who had been interested in you in college, including his own fraternity brothers that wanted Mingyu as their wingman. The knowledge you were pretty sat with Mingyu the same way he knew the sky was blue or water was wet, an unconscious truth no one had to tell him. But this morning, Mingyu finds himself smacked in the face with an awareness that makes his palms sweat.

And it only gets worse as the morning ticks away.

Your laughter tinkles like a jingle bell, his heart beating as if he ran miles and miles to hear it. While you both wait in line for coffee, you talk animatedly, hands thrown wide as you describe the layout of the market and almost knock into another customer, making Mingyu chuckle. When you turn around to apologize, the shy smile on your lips sends a hoard of butterflies through his stomach. 

He truly is no better than a kindergartener with a crush on his teacher the way his heart thumps wildly and his words stutter. Hands clammy, stomach in knots; staring moony eyed when a ray of sunlight illuminates your skin just so, providing a warm halo to make you look like an angel.

In an effort to preserve his sanity, Mingyu chalks it up to the natural response any warm blooded man would have to seeing a pretty girl wear a pretty dress. There’s no reason to think anything more of it. 

No reason to think anything more of the recent increase in your time spent together. Purely coincidence that Mingyu finally took DK up on the offer to attend the weekly trivia night you happened to be a regular at. The happy hour specials were good and so was the company of his friends. It didn’t matter that it was preceded by a movie night at his apartment a couple weeks ago, you both coincidentally sitting next to each other on the couch, breathing out snide comments about the horrible movie Jun suggested; or how you ended up staying well after everyone else left, insistent on helping Mingyu clean up, much his own chagrin. And even before that, when you ran into each other at a mutual friend's birthday party and ended up smoking a joint by the firepit in the backyard; unexpectedly chatting the entire night, clutching your stomachs from laughter.

You’re friends, you’ve been friends since high school, and now that you’re adults you simply appreciate the comfort and familiarity that comes from being such a long standing presence in one another’s life. 

Simple as that.

-

Approaching a table tended to by a man that looks old enough to be his grandpa, Mingyu takes note of the wine bottles and various preserves set up. Wednesday night you mentioned the market in reference to the fruit wine a couple sold, excitedly telling everyone about how you knew the answers to the bonus question because of your frequent chats with the wife that runs the stall. Mingyu realizes this must be the people you speak of with such fondness.

“I was wondering when you’d stop by, dear.” The older man at the booth smiled warmly at you, clearly familiar with your presence.

“Sorry it took me longer than usual, Mr. Jung!” You smile, returning the same warmth to the vendor as you nod towards Mingyu. “I was showing my friend around. He’s never been here before.” 

“Not to worry! I saved you a bottle of the peach wine you like just in case we ran out.”

“Did you really? Thank you!” You gush. “Mingyu hasn’t tried it before but I’ve told him all about it.”

Mr. Jung sets the aforementioned bottle on the table before turning around, “Since your boyfriend’s never had it, let me see if I still have any in the sample bottle!” 

“Oh! He’s not my—”

But your objection falls on deaf ears as Mr. Jung turns to dig in the cooler at the back of his booth.

Mingyu can’t help the way his eyes shoot to your face, noticing the warm pink glow tinting the apples of your cheeks that was absent a moment ago, your gaze looking anywhere but him as you shift your weight back and forth. Swallowing, Mingyu finds himself taking an over interest in the jars of jams and jellies that line the table; reading the labels fervently but not absorbing a word. 

Boyfriend. Mingyu thinks, turning the word over and over in his head. Huh.

Thankfully, the older man returns with a small cup of fizzy ocher wine quickly.

“Here you go, son.” He says, passing the cup to Mingyu. “My wife is the one who makes all of the wines! Peaches are her favorite so she spent extra time making sure it was just right.”

Taking a small sip, the saccharine flavor blooms across Mingyu’s tongue. The taste of alcohol barely whispers amongst the delicate notes of peach, honey, and something warm like cinnamon. He can see why you like it so much.

Finishing the cup, he smiles at your curious gaze. “That’s really good.”

“Isn’t it?” Your own grin splits your face as you turn back to Mr. Jung, “How much do I owe you for the bottle?” 

“Since you're one of my best customers, this one’s on the house.”

“Oh, I really can’t!” You object. 

Mingyu keeps smiling, watching as you shake your head to the kind gesture.

“Please, sweetie, it’s really no trouble. My wife told me how you wouldn’t take the bottle last week either but I’m much more stubborn. Do an old couple an honor and let them give you something for all the business you’ve brought us.”

The silent standoff between you and the elderly man would be comical if Mingyu wasn’t hyper aware of how soft your lower lip looks when set in a slight pout, or how the way you narrow your eyes draws attention to how full your lashes are. 

“If you insist.” you finally huff.

“I do,” Mr. Jung smiles, a hint of warm smugness at the way you fold to his request.

“But I’m paying for the jam.”

Your tone leaves no room for questioning as you pick up several jars including a few of the ones Mingyu had pretended to look at earlier. Mr. Jung just shakes his head as you hand over cash for your purchase, swiftly giving you back the extra bills you tried to sneak in for the wine.

“I’ll be back next week, and I’m buying a bottle.” You grumble but take the change.

“Alright dear.” He placates as you turn to leave.

Once you’re a few steps away he turns to Mingyu and whispers. “Young man you better take care of that one, she’s a real treat.”

“She is, isn't she?”

With your head turned the opposite direction, Mingyu doesn’t see the shy smile you're trying to stifle as you keep walking.

-

The rest of the afternoon is filled with bustling from stall to stall, your reusable bags bulging as they slowly fill to the top. Mingyu insists on carrying the heavier one, happy to lug around your finds while subtly showing off his muscles. It also gives him an excuse to watch unabashedly as you practically skip to and fro. 

A warm welcome greets you at several booths, many of the older ladies pointedly asking who your “handsome friend” is, and a few of the older men sizing Mingyu up like overprotective uncles. But Mingyu lets it roll off his back, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of the brain wondering why it doesn’t bother him that people are assuming you’re more than friends. Instead, he focuses on charming as many of them as possible, making conversation and asking them about their products.

Just as you open your mouth to comment on the vintage locket you pointed out to Mingyu, a fat raindrop falls from the sky to burst on your cheek. 

“Did you feel that?” You ask, looking at the swollen gray clouds rushing in to block the afternoon sun.

Glancing at the sky, Mingyu opens his mouth to say he hasn’t felt anything when a large bead peppers his own forehead, racing down to the tip of his nose.

A bone rattling crack of thunder is the only warning you receive as the skies open. 

The market descends into madness; vendors rushing to pull their exposed wares under the cover of flimsy tents threatening to fly away in the gusts of wind. Patrons searching for cover under trees or the outskirts of tents that provide a sliver of protection against the downpour flooding the streets.

You register the warmth of Mingyu’s hand encircling yours, tugging you under the awning of a business behind the rows of tents and tables. You manage to both squeeze into the small space, barely a few inches between your soaking bodies, shivering as the wind whips against you. 

“How far is the car?” Mingyu stutters, teeth chattering against the drop in temperature.

You can’t see beyond the wall of his chest that blocks you in, protecting you from the sheets of water falling from the sky and bouncing off the ground. 

“Ugh…like two-ish blocks.” You try to gauge your location but everything beyond the cover of the awning is a blur. “I think.”

Another ear splitting boom of thunder, tailed by a flash of lightning has you both jumping out your skin and into one another.

“Let’s see if we can wait it out.” Mingyu finally decides.

Five minutes pass with no sign the storm will move on. The sidewalk is flooded, swamping your shoes as it carries leafs and other debris to the storm grate. Several of the people hiding with you decided to brave the storm, quickly disappearing out of sight.

“Wanna run for it?” You ask, peeking up at Mingyu as you shake in your soaked dress.

“Okay.”

Taking a second to organize your belongings, Mingyu bounces on his toes to psych himself up. It's only two blocks but the intensity of the storm means you’ll practically be swimming to the car. When you’re settled, you give him a nod. Once, twice, and then he’s breaking into a sprint towards the parking deck. 

Your feet can barely keep up with his long legs, but you try your best; motivated by the warmth your car will provide and the spare blanket you keep in the trunk. Using an arm to shield your face, Mingyu’s silhouette is blurred as endless waves of water rain down from above. Each step kicks up the puddles at your feet but you can’t care, already saturated to the bone. 

Turning a corner, the entrance to the parking garage finally greets you.

Catching your breath under the cover of concrete and metal, you finally look at each other. Mingyu’s hair is flat against his head, rivulets of water trailing down his neck. His white t shirt essentially see through, the oversized fabric once dwarfing his frame now clinging to his chest and arms. Even his pants suction to his legs, the light blue denim saturated to dark navy. 

You squeal when Mingyu shakes his head vigorously to dispel the remaining water, not unlike a dog that just exited a bath.

“Gyu!” You yell, despite the fact that the few drops that fly your way aren’t going to do anymore than already has been done.

Your hair is plastered to your forehead and neck, tangled at the crown of your head from wind and rain. The once immaculate white linen dress now clutching your body, damp fabric dripping onto the cement where you stand. Sending a silent thank you to the universe that your underwear wasn’t visible, you waddle to your car to retrieve the blanket to dry off.

Storing your now soaked haul in the trunk, you take turns patting yourselves down with the soft worn quilt. The splat of water as you ring out your hair echoes through the nearly empty parking deck. 

Mingyu offers to drive back to your apartment, confident he can navigate the raging storm for the twenty minutes it’ll take. Unwilling to emerge from the cozy warmth of the blanket swaddled around your body, you eagerly agree and toss him the keys.

-

Unfortunately, driving back to your apartment takes nearly double what Mingyu expected. Sheets of rain force him to proceed slowly, the gray of the sky blending with the pavement to make everything indistinguishable as other cars navigate sluggishly. The wind has only worsened, bending trees as thunder shakes the ground and lightning splits the sky.

Mingyu assures you that he doesn’t mind waiting out the rest of the storm at your apartment. He’d rather spend an extra few hours at your home than worry about you driving back from his alone. 

Digging up an old hoodie and sweatpants belonging to a long forgotten ex for Mingyu to wear, you both get cozy on the couch; content to drown out the dreary weather with a movie. Mingyu suggests a horror movie much to your surprise but you indulge him, still feeling guilty that you hadn’t checked the weather before going out this morning.

After less than thirty minutes, the open bottle of peach wine is forgotten on the coffee table next to matching half full glasses. Two sets of eyes are shielded by the hem of the comforter spread across your laps, cowering against one another as the killer jumps across your screen once again to claim another victim.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you can’t think about the way Mingyu arm brushes yours or how his thigh is pressed snuggly against your own. How he’s using your back to shield his face, eyes squinted as he pops up over your shoulder when the movie calms for a second. Each movement sends his breath down the back of your neck, raising goosebumps you attribute to the terror flooding your system, the alternative even scarier than the film.

If he was of sound mind, Mingyu would realize his eyes can trace the tip of your nose down to your lips twisted in a wince as scream after scream pierces your ears. If he wasn’t two seconds from pissing his pants, he’d probably think about how alluring the plush flesh of your lower lip is, or how his nose is filled with the intoxicating scent of lavender shampoo and summer rain.

Another jump scare sends you both off the couch, your own screams echoing off one another.

“That’s it!” You quiver, diving for the remote to turn off the television.

“Oh my god.” Mingyu breaths, focusing on calming his frantic heart as his head tips back on the sofa.

“Why the fuck did you say we should watch that? You didn’t even open your eyes!”

“Jeonghan said it wasn’t that scary!”

Mouth comically wide and eyebrows furrowed, your face in complete disbelief.

“And you just… believed him?” 

“Fair point but hurtful.”

Scrubbing your face with your hand, you sigh. “Let’s just watch something else. My pick.”

“As long as it’s not another scary movie, I don’t care.”

Your choice turns out to be of little consequence. As the afternoon hours bleed into evening, you and Mingyu rattle on like two friends reconnecting after years apart. The bottle of peach wine long consumed, followed by another bottle as conversation flows with each glass. The storm hasn’t let up an inch, continuing to pound against your windows, wind howling through the trees. But the noise is merely a backing track, blending with the long forgotten film dolling on the screen.

“Oh my god!” Mingyu snorts, “I forgot it was Jihyo that had to jump in the fountain.”

You also smile in amusement, “Oh trust me, she wants to keep it that way. I always send her the video on her birthday.”

“Why? It’s not that bad, everyone swam in at least once when we were in college.”

“Speak for yourself!”

“That’s right,” Mingyu nods. “You just went streaking in front of fifty people.”

“It wasn’t fifty people!”

“Close enough!”

“Lest we forget you mooned an entire party freshman year?”

“That’s not fair! We had to!”

“Yeah yeah whatever you say.” You’re cut off by your own yawn.

Checking his phone Mingyu realizes it’s well past midnight, “Damn, it’s late.”

“Oh shit you’re right,”  Moving to the doors that lead to your small balcony you peek into the night, walls of water falling beyond the overhang from the floor above. “If you’re okay with it, you can stay here tonight. It’s worse than this afternoon.”

“Oof, you’re right.” The proximity of his voice startled you. You hadn’t realized Mingyu had moved so close, hovering a respectable distance away to look past you, into the darkness. “Only if you don’t mind!”

Instead of answering, you move to the spare linens housed in the closet hosting your washer and humming dryer filled with rain soaked clothes from earlier. The hoards of blankets on the couch should be enough but your own nights spent dozing on the plush sectional informed you that the fabric was quite itchy after a while. Snagging a pillow and a top sheet, you move back towards Mingyu before he promptly plucks them from your hands.

“I’ve got it.”

“You’re the guest!”

“Barely, we’ve known each other for what? Nine years now?” Mingyu shrugs. “Hardly counts anymore.”

Mingyu continues to brush off any attempt to help set up the couch. When he’s done, he plops down, fingers twining behind his head, displaying the bulky muscles that twist around his arms. His boyish smile and ruffled hair pull at your heartstrings. You simply toss the heaviest knit blanket you own on top of his splayed figure, relishing in the way the weight startled him as he fights to free himself.

“Night!” You call over your shoulder, unaware of the eyes full of curiosity following your retreat to your room.

With the lights out, Mingyu allows his mind to wonder. Boyfriend. he thinks again, staring at the popcorn ceiling above. In the years he’s known you, he can’t recall a time he thought about you romantically. Even the past few weeks you two had been hanging out; Mingyu thought he was seeking you out because he enjoyed your company, relishing in your humor and a shared history. But maybe there's another reason Mingyu hadn’t let himself accept.

Tonight, Mingyu’s dreams are filled with the sweet scent of peaches, soft linen dresses, and a distinct laugh that warms his blood. He tries to stop the girl tugging him along by his hand intertwined with hers, hoping to catch a glance of her face. It’s no use as she continues on, calling his name as she pulls him further and further towards whenever they were headed. He didn’t care much as long as she said his name again and kept her soft palm pressed to his.

And in the morning, when Mingyu wakes to you shuffling around the kitchen; eyes half open and face soft from sleep, padding to the coffee machine in a ratty old T-shirt with your hair a mess, he’s looking at you in an entirely new light.

[tkuro0]

Now playing… Track 2

“Are you sure you don’t want me to meet up with you to go home?” Iwaizumi’s voice was clear, Matsukawa could hear the passing of cars and the muted beat of the club in the background. He was outside.

“Nah you’re good, go home we’ll meet you there” Matsukawa practically screamed into his phone, pushing through the jumping crowd with his shoulders. He couldn't hear his own voice, but he could feel the timber vibrating through his throat. Matsukawa was painfully aware of the feeling of others' hands, their bodies, around him as they moved with the music not paying a single mind to him going through them. “It’ll be easier this way and I don’t know if Makki is okay to be moved and put in an uber-“

“you make it sound like he's going to die-“ Iwaizumi let out a rough laugh.

“you never know with him- I’m almost there I’ll text you”

Iwa breathed out a brief "Be safe idiot-", before hanging up.

Matsukawa Issei was by no means a small man. His height made him an excellent middle blocker in his volleyball days, it made him large but also easy to spot, it was easy to be intimidated by his height and the lazy gaze he carried through life. It wasn't strange to him when you froze as he opened the door, almost as if ready to go into fight or flight.

He hated to even think it but, Makki was right, you were gorgeous. Even through the dim light of the room, mascara smudged at the outer corner of your eyes, and what used to be your glitter eyeshadow faded and flaky. The sigh of relief from, the somehow still, glossy pink of your lips as you pieced together it was Hanamaki's friend, the stray pieces of hair that slipped through the pins and ribbons holding it up. He could feel the breath catch in his throat and his mouth go dry. 

"Issei!" Makki cheered from the floor, his back against the wall and leaning his head on top of Noya’s unconscious one. "Y/N I present to you the love of your life Matsukawa Issei-"

“Oh-”

“Sorry about him- he’s an idiot-”

“Hey!” 

Mattsun rolled his eyes as he walked over, assessing the state his best friend was in. Pink hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his shirt had a mysterious blue stain from the middle of his chest all the way down to the bottom edge of it, not to mention it looked like it had been tugged and pulled, wrinkled and looser than Matsukawa remembered it being. He had a loopy smile on his face anyway. 

“It’s totally okay- I’m y/n” You stuck your hand out, but quickly retracted it “Actually don’t touch my hand Hanamaki threw up on it like ten minutes ago” You could see Matsukawa cringe at it with amusement in his eyes. 

“Been there- I’m Mattsun, also your set was nice by the way” he could see the corners of your lips turn up, eyes narrowed playfully

“just nice? gotta try harder next time I guess” you could see his cheeks slightly redden.

“I didn’t mean- what i meant was that it was good you know.. whatever-“ your laughter broke through his words, amused at how flustered he had suddenly become 

“yes whatever Mattsun, how are you guys getting home?” he could feel a chill run down your spine as your lips pronounced his name. 

He turned to stare at his friend, with half-lidded eyes but a cheeky smirk still plastered on his lips. Bastard.

“I don’t think he’ll make it on the uber... he's gotta walk it off” he sighed as he bent down, hauling Makki up from under his armpits until the strawberry-haired boy stood up mostly straight. “do you need help with him?” Mattsun said signaling towards Noya with a cock of his head, as he threw one of Makki’s arms over his shoulders, holding onto his wrist. 

You stood up from your crouch, eyeing Noya with your hands on your hips. “I want to say I got it but…” you glanced at him and Makki, “it's fine actually don’t worry”

“No I’ll help you- are you guys ubering?”

“God please no-” Noya spoke up, eyes still closed and voice groggy, Mattsun couldnt help but feel the butterflies that awoke at the pit of his stomach as you laughed. 

“Well I guess not-” 

You walked out, Mattsun helping you hoist Noya up to standing as the two of you guided your friends out. Pushing through the sweaty bodies, the beat and bounce of the music reverberating through your bodies, in your chest, in your ribs. The blue and orange lights flashed across Mattsun’s handsome features, blue across his eyes, dots of reds and yellows rotating on his skin. You tried your best not to stare, focusing on the door ten steps in front of you.

“God is real-” Hanamaki exclaimed as the fresh air hit you, getting out of the stuffiness of the club making you all feel even the slightest bit more sober. 

“You might be onto something…” Mattsun muttered as he took a deep breath, cold air rushing into his lungs.

“Why are we leaving?” Nishinoya groaned as his head dropped onto your shoulder, fully leaning onto you as you all walked away. 

“Because its almost three in the morning... and also you couldn't handle the club sweetie-”

“Pffft- the club can't handle me-” Noya’s muttered ramblings whined down as you walked.

UP ALL NIGHT ; Club Can't Handle Me

fun fax ;

☆ noya cannot handle his liquor EVER ☆ he somehow always makes it home tho??? like even when he runs away and goes on his lone four-hour side quest he somehow always makes it home by sunrise... ☆ mattsun couldn't handle going shot for shot with makki, gave up and ended up mostly sober by like 1 am... makki will probably hibernate for about a day after this tho... ☆ mattsun walked yn and noya all the way to their building even though it was a detour. He did find out they only live two streets away from each other, about a 10 minute walk. totally not relevant at all... ☆ makki is delighted about mattsun looking so flustered, he KNEW yn was mattsun's type to a T. he might not remember the interaction tho...

taglist ; @weezerbby

[acemdzsfan]

Current work in progress:

The jacket was a gift from my friend, A.

Bought the pins from the lovely @retrophiliac.

The AroAce and queerplatonic pins are from etsy.

The "Jean jackets have all kinds of secrets," pin is from C.M Alongi's workshop.

The "studs" are old earrings I found. The heart chain is an old bracelet someone was going to throw away. Soccer and field pins from my mom and my old school.

An honor society badge for graduating with honors.

And the blue feather was on a necklace, subject to being swapped with a blue ribbon for Child abuse awareness.

[b0kksu]

Gimme some more hcs for his Bleach verse uwu. Please. 😌

The Gojo Clan is ranked as the third noble family within the Soul Society. They are illusive, enigmatic, and do not wish to associate with others unless absolutely necessary. Everything is done by a proxy, thus, there is one designated soul within the clan that will represent them. The greatest && longest standing member is the rare anomaly, Gojo Itsuki who as a son is considered somewhat of an oddity. Thus, he is the sire of the Six Eyes, the crown anchor of the family’s lineage. Most are aware of a Gojo due to their physical traits along with strong spiritual presence, the majority of the clan are women, they tend to wear hues of silver, light blue, dark blue, or teal which is considered royal amongst them. 

Satoru himself isn’t seen until Rukia’s execution, he acts as a diplomat keeping the peace && building bonds with the Royal Guard. In fact, his presence at that moment was merely to investigate while being rather nosy himself. While he appears jubilant, kind, over excited about everything his spiritual pressure is menacing && can quickly trigger fear even the impulse to buckle. That is depending on his mood or if he wishes to play nicely, which he isn’t, he is aware of the strength within him && what his birth means. There is a strange sense when one gets to know him that the role he is designated to wear is an empty crown. Seldom few know the truth of his being until it is later revealed; he is the Soul King.

Loves the living, envious of those who can transverse between death && life. He likes to hear their stories over tea with plenty of sweets. Though it’s rare to see his actual gaze as the Gojo Clan finds the bindings to keep away impurity, there is an overwhelming sense of sorrow, Satoru who wishes to leave the cage behind but cannot. He’s resigned himself to duty && fate for a greater ambition even if it seems futile. 

Short Zanpakuto, The Inverted Spear of the Heaven, yes this is a complete play on the weapon that nearly killed Gojo in canon. Infinity is considered a secondary addition, the shield barrier acts as a part of the sword, when pierced it can combust or explode in a final act to keep Satoru safe. He always jokes, with such a sword, you could fell the Gods && the Soul Society - wouldn’t that be neat? 

Long hair is a sign of luxury in the Gojo Clan, those who wear it often plate it or wear a loose fluffy braid, Satoru prefers the ladder. Delicately woven into his locks is a light blue ribbon to signify where he came from. It is a keepsake he adores deeply since it is one thing that resembles Satoru, not the Soul King. In his younger years, he is depicted as a man with an undercut and fearsome dark blue eyes. He also wears a haori over his uniform in pure white with silver tassels, a long dark red scarf safely pinned by an emblem of a dragonfly, a mark of the Gojo Clan that is seen within their jewelry, portraits, ect. 

I think if given the chance he’d probably love hiding out at the Shoten with Urahara. It would be hysterical if Satoru was a store clerk who kept check of all the inventory and even wrote various blog posts to entice customers over new sweet treats. 

[mintaka14]

(getting in ahead of) WIP Wednesday Jan 23 2024

I swear, I am still writing, and still working on Living Arrangements. Life has been busy, and time has been short. In the meantime, have a bit of what lies ahead in chapters to come:

                Marinette was deep in the middle of alternating between panic and planning out her showcase pieces. She didn’t even hear the doorbell, and wasn’t aware of anything going on outside her bedroom until Juleka called out, “Marinette? Get out here for a minute.”

                She looked up from her sewing machine, startled, and met Tikki’s eyes. The kwami gave an encouraging beam, and tilted her head silently towards the door. Marinette set aside her sewing, and got to her feet.

                For one dazed moment, she thought the living room had been reclaimed by jungle. Or maybe, she thought dizzily, she’d just been working too hard, and she was hallucinating.

                Then the jungle was shoved into her relucant hands, and Juleka’s irritated voice, somewhere deep in the foliage, said, “Here, this came for you.”

                The fog in Marinette’s head cleared enough that she started to realise that she was holding a towering arrangement of flowers. Pinned to the fantastical ribbons woven through it all was a card reading Congratulations on the showcase!!

                “What am I supposed to do with this?” Marinette said despairingly.

                The huge mass of tiger lilies and roses swayed with the weight of the flowers, and before it could topple over, Juleka took it out of her hands and dumped the whole thing on the kitchen table, where it took up most of the space. The intense perfume pervaded the whole apartment.

                “What on earth is going on?” Marinette pulled her gaze away from the flowers to give Juleka a confused look. “It’s weird, isn’t it? It’s not just me? I mean, Adrien hasn’t so much as liked me on Instagram or anything in four years, and then he turns up out of the blue, and suddenly he’s sending me flowers and wants to take me out to dinner. And this.” She gestured at the floral monstrosity.                 “It’s weird,” Juleka confirmed.

[kalcifers-blog]

Currently drawing JBM but it's taking the piss because I've decided to do an actual background for once so in the meantime here's a list of things I've included in his design and the thoughts/intentions behind them:

Hearing aids on both ears- he's partially deaf in his left ear (something he developed in his childhood) and he ruptured his right eardrum causing permanent damage which caused hearing loss

PUNK SYMBOLS!! Purple & Yellow laces- to show he supports/is a part of the LGBTQ+ and is Anti-Racist. Safety Pins to show that he's a safe person to approach. Blue ribbon - symbol for Child abuse awareness. Anarchy symbols + Anti-IRIS symbol, BLM fist symbol and "Eat the rich + Feed the poor" patches. Pins with his pride flags (transgender+ MLM flags) and an ASD rainbow infinity symbol pin (I have yet to draw him with one but he also wears an Anti-Autism Speaks patch)

Choppily done mullet with green hair dye- it's meant to look like he's done it himself, he has both sides shaved and has kept the middle grown out. The story behind it is that he was never allowed to cut his hair short as a kid but shaved all of it off when he joined IRIS- he combines the two into a mullet now to show his defiance of both (which is why he also dyes it- something neither would allow him to do before).

He has a visually bent nose and missing front tooth- these are both from separate fights (he does have another missing tooth but you can't see it like you can with his front teeth) the missing front tooth happened after he got into a fight with some older kids while he was in highschool- his nose got bent during one of his early missions with IRIS. This is on top of the amount of other scars he has from various other fights, experimentations and other shit from over the years

He has a few spider themed tattoos(he's a Spider-Man kinnie), as well as an Earth Kingdom (From Avatar the Last Airbender) BRO WOULD BE AN EARTHBENDER FIGHT ME ON THIS‼️‼️

His eyes are an unnatural blue colour- due to the side effects of IRIS' experimentation- his actual eye colour is Hazel/Grey. They glow in the dark- (while Marvin's does in relation to them being cat like-) Jackie's act more similar to electrical glowing

Jackie is British-Irish here (why he's wearing a British patch) he was born and raised in the North-West of England (most likely in Liverpool as Liverpool has 79% of it's citizens be of Irish descent) his mothers side are all from Ireland and his father's side are British (You can imagine the absolute chaos that was the result from this). And yes Chase does remind him of him that he's EXTREMELY British every ten seconds (Chase has immediate beef with him and it's so entertaining to watch)

Jackie knows a few different languages- English, BSL and a small amount of Gaelic, but he also knows some German from Henrik too.

Jackie is the youngest out of all the egos but they all thought he was older because of the fact that he easily has the most muscular/strong body frame and they initially thought he was taller (thank god for platform boots)

Anyway that's all from me for now!!

[doodle-pops]

Playing Favourites Princess?

Ecthelion x reader | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Request: One more thirstpost, if you’ll allow. Glorfindel x Reader x Ecthelion threesome. I bet they’d be very overwhelming. The soft dom experience.™️ - Anon

Warnings: fembod, smut, bathtub sex, teasing, marking, rough sex, pet names, soft dom! Ecthelion, begging, fingering (f receiving), praising

Word: 3.7k

Synopsis: Being your teacher's favourite always has its benefits especially when they fighting for your attention.

Staring at your Lord with fright, you were very much aware of how interested he was in you like Glorfindel. Though, his form of showing his attention would be rougher and more commanding as opposed to Glorfindel. Ecthelion would usually punish you before the school of soldiers. He makes you run laps, perform push-ups, or even spar against him. You were in no way at peak performance to spar against him, no one was, which was why everyone got paired up with each other.

It wasn’t until you were paired with an ellon who was more robust than you by leagues and would toss you about, leaving your body aching. To Ecthelion, he didn’t like how the ellon would get overly handsy with you, always having a hand dangerously close to your waist or pressing himself close to you. Too often, he’s broken up your sparring matches to spar against the poor ellon to intentionally teach him a lesson, unbeknownst to the poor elf. Sometimes, he would spar with you instead just so he could hold you close to him and feel your touch on his skin. His favourite thing to do was to pin you under him and press most of his weight on top.

Now that you spent the entire evening with Glorfindel, Lord Ecthelion typically fought tooth and claw to have your attention, you were shamefully strolling into your other Lord’s home. Completely weak in the legs and smelling of sex, you dragged your feet across the entrance of his yard and turned to walk up the staircase. The entire time you were taking your time to walk over, he was observing all your features. You appeared tired and fucked out after your little extra time with Glorfindel. You were his favourite, not the golden-haired oaf, the thought of his hands all over your body disgusted him.

“Good evening Milord.”

Well-mannered despite looking unclassed. Acceptable to some extent.

“Follow me.”

Trailing closely behind your lord, his footsteps were quicker than usual tonight. Something told you that you were about to be treated quite harshly tonight for your little slip-up at Glorfindel’s. Watching the way his back appeared rigid and tense with every sharp turn. His robes flowed around him violently like a storm and the silent yet deadly gleam in his eyes. The vacant estate with no workers passing you around each corner you took. And the side eye he threw at you when you were falling behind.

Tsk

You had just walked into punishment, and you were going to regret having to run errands tomorrow.

“In here quickly, hurry up,” he stood with his arms opening a door that led to a very large and well-furnished room.

Entering the room, you weren’t given the chance to inspect as Ecthelion’s larger hand snatched you by your arm and dragged you off to another room. This one was smaller than the previous and sported a bathtub—ah, he brought you to clean off. Knowing how serious Ecthelion was when it came to hygiene, he was displeased to see you appearing tattered and reeking of sex.

“Off,” what was up with him and the one worded commands?

Spinning around to face him, he was rolling up the sleeve of his shirt after he removed his outer robes. Attired in blue and silver, his raven hair was neatly braided with light silvery-blue ribbons. A few diamonds in his hair combs and his circlet; you had to say that he appeared beautiful.

“I said, take it off.”

Shaking your head to respond to your lord, your hands were racing for time to remove your shirt and trousers. Trying to keep yourself calm and prevent your hands from tearing at your clothes, you were also ensuring that you didn’t aggravate him any further. His hands were outstretched to take your clothes from your hands and fold them neatly to rest on the counter. Stepping aside, he walked past you and turned the tap on for warm water to fill the bathtub. Watching him move about filling the tub with additional scented oils and salts, you twiddled with your thumb, unsure if this was supposed to be a punishment or a relaxational moment. You had opened your mouth a few times to question him, but when you caught the clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, you shut your mouth and remained quiet. Maybe this wasn’t a de-stressing moment.

“Come, take my hand,” a larger hand reached out for you to gently take and guide you to the tub. With one hand holding yours, the other was positioned on your waist, assisting you with sitting. The coldness his fingers emanated racked through your body and left goosebumps everywhere.

Settling in the warm waters, your first and immediate response was to moan at the soothing feeling that rippled across your body. This was surely needed after the rough practice with Glorfindel. You could only hope that Ecthelion wouldn’t make your body any sore than it already was.

“How was practice today?” his smile was soft with an underlying hint of possessiveness. He wanted to know all that Glorfindel did with you today just so he could repeat or perform them better. The forever ongoing competition between them both.

Opening your mouth to answer, you froze, not sure if to tell him that it was great or terrible. Any answer you chose would result in something happening to your body, “It was…fair to fine…”

Ecthelion allowed for your answer to fall and echo across the bathroom as his brain attempted to comprehend any underlying meaning in your words. He was more than aware of Glorfindel's performance earlier, the exchange that occurred between you both. Thinking about it, his grip on your feet tightened, causing him to apply more pressure to the area. Moaning at the increase in pain, his eyes travelled upwards to meet your head tossed back. Narrowing his eyes, he bit his lips as he inched his hand up your leg, slowly squeezing the muscles as he went along. He listened to the groans you produced as his fingers squeezed tender spots and rubbed them soothingly afterwards. The way your neck elongated and was left open for him to litter his kisses across it, his eyes froze on the slaughter of purple flowers decorating the left side of your neck.

“It appeared to be more than fair to fine, doll,” stopping his rubbing, he tossed your leg back into the water and stepped aside to disrobe. He’s had enough of watching the results of your and Glorfindel’s training session. As much as the golden oaf was responsible for training you, that didn’t mean he got to have all the fun as your teacher.

“Get up and bend over the edge. On your knees.”

At the command, knowing how easily aggravated he became when they weren’t followed on time, you scrambled awkwardly to the edge of the bathtub and knelt on the platform. Legs dangling over the water while the rest stuck to your skin to dry, Ecthelion chose to focus on your plump ass waiting for his touch. Tossing his clothes haphazardly across the room, much to your greater surprise, he stepped into the water and stood proudly behind you. Bounding one hand in your hair, he tugged your head backwards to meet his gaze, “I asked you a simple question doll, ‘how was your day’, and you lied to me with the evidence on your skin?”

He ran his other hand up your neck and shoulder to emphasise what he was referring to. Shivering under his touch, his gaze darkened as lust slowly began to consume his mind, “Let’s try that again. How was your day doll?”

Winching as his grip tightened in your hair, you mewled at the feeling of his erect cock brushing against your ass. Your juices flowed freely as the tip rubbed against your ass cheeks, coating them with precum. You could feel how hard and angry his cock was. Panting with tears brimming your lower lash line, you struggled to think of a plausible answer without angering him anymore. You didn’t want your teacher to punish you, you wanted him to shower you with love and affection.

“My day was spent with Glorfindel training me.”

“And just how did he train you doll?” his lips were hovering above the shell of your ear. Warm and velvety with a hint of honey was his voice and it did wonders for your aching heat. Juices spilling and running down your thighs, you rubbed them together in an attempt to gain some friction. The thoughts of what Glorfindel did to you earlier were consuming your mind. The touch of his hands on your skin, the way his fingers pumped in and out your core, or the way his tongue expertly sucked on your clit like a pacifier.

“We—I meant h-he ate me out,” the way your voice softened at the last three words made every nerve in your body tremble. God, you knew you were in for it deep and maybe that’s why the blonde smirked after kissing you earlier after leaving his estate.

“So, his mouth was on your cunt. My cunt,” chuckling at the revelation, his free hand came down to slap your ass cheek. Shrieking at the impact, another was followed on the same spot, followed by another. Gasping and whining at the sensation rippling through your body, at his point, you wished he would just get on with it and fuck you like he planned.

“I’m s-sorry sir.”

“I know, I know that you are sorry because my doll would never do that with her teacher. She’s a good girl,”  yanking your head to lean against his shoulders, you stared up at him as his hands were busy rubbing your ass cheeks. Tracing patterns across the skin, his fingers trailed lower and lower until they slipped between your cheeks and brushed against your folds.

“This is exactly what I meant. Look at you, all wet for me. You love the idea of having me buried deep in your cunt, don’t you doll?” not waiting for you to answer, he slipped two fingers in your hole and crooked them immediately at your sweet spot. How did he know where your sweet spot was, you hadn’t a single clue?

Bowing into his touch, your hips started moving on their own, riding his fingers. Loving the sight, Ecthelion stopped his motions and watched as you shamelessly ride his fingers. He felt with every thrust, a fresh gush of slickness running down his fingers and wrist. His hand was practically coated in your arousal. It was enough to send him mad with the urgency to take you. Too long as he imagined fucking you and having you pinned under him, moaning out his name. Too long has he fucked his hand to the image of you pinned under him during sparring sessions as the only thoughts. He wanted more thoughts and up close and personal would be better.

“He could never pull this reaction from you,” biting his lips, he slipped his fingers out your hole, earning him your whining. Ignoring you, he coated his cock with your slick and gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up.

Halting your complaints, you held your breath as you felt your teacher’s cock aligning with your entrance. This was it; you were going to have his cock buried deep in you. Excited and filled with joy, you stopped moving and pushed your ass out more invitingly for him to hurry up and take you. Teasing the tip by running it up and down your folds, he brought it back to your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. Releasing the grip on your hair, his hands flew to grip your waist tightly, leaving his own set of bruises. The flow of curses that left his lips trailed for minutes, “Eru—fucking tight. Guess he did a half-assed job at opening you up.”

While he was mumbling slurs towards Glorfindel, they all fell deaf on your ears. You were currently struggling to breathe from the stretch of his cock slipping past your walls. He didn’t have the length to fill you up, but he made up with girth. Damn, he was thick. You were struggling to accommodate the stretch and that made you wheeze.

“I don’t think you can fit s-sir.”

“Oh yes I can, I’m your teacher after all, it’s my responsibility to make sure I train you to take me,” with that, he pushed his hips further in and lodged himself all the way in. Wiggling his hips against your ass causing his tip to touch your spot, your hands reached out to grip his arms tightly.

“Too much…”

Reeling his hips back slowly, with absolutely no hesitation, Ecthelion snapped forward and began his relentless pounding. He was turning your walls into jelly and mush. With every brush of his thick cock against your walls, you trembled and howled. Your legs were struggling to maintain their grip on the slippery porcelain bathtub, but Ecthelion was too lost in the pleasure to realize.

“God, I should have done this earlier doll. Don’t you think so?” stopping to snap his hips roughly against yours, he found a worthy answer, you mumbling incoherent speeches. You probably sounded as though you were chanting some wizardry and speaking in tongues. No word that spilt past your lips made any sense, and to Ecthelion, that was fine. So long as he reduced you to a mess and made sure your cunt remembers him, that was all that mattered.

“I agree. I should have done this way earlier, from the moment I laid eyes on you—shit,” he swore as he felt your walls clamping around his cock. Tightening and then releasing its grip, he wanted to know if you were attempting to kill him. Ghosting his lips near your ear, he nibbled on your ear lobe before sucking on it. Releasing it with a small pop, his lips travelled to your neck. He was beyond eager to give you in own personal brand.

“I’m going to mark you love, and you’re going to show him that you belong to your teacher, me,” latching his teeth to your neck, he racked his teeth across your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of bite marks before sucking on the spot.

“Hmp—oh god. More please, more sir,” you were very cautious not to mess up your names when addressing him, too fearful of your oncoming orgasm being cut.

“More doll, whatever am I do with you. You’re insatiable,” following his favourite student’s beg, his right hand crawled up front to wrap around your neck and apply pressure to your sides while his thrusting increased. Pounding away at your insides, the only sounds heard were the slapping of skin on skin and both your panting.

Lifting his left leg and resting it on the edge of the bathtub for anchorage, he was able to angle his hips to hit a new spot inside. Barely grazing your soft spot, you bucked in his arms nearly toppling over. He couldn’t help but feel some type of way at the reactions you were giving him; wiggling in his arms from the pleasure and his thrusts. Pleased to acknowledge that your pleasure was heightened and enjoyable but displeased that you were attempting to run from his thrusts. Frowning, he used the grip he held on your neck to yank your head upwards, creating an arch in your spine.

Your eyes had widened from the sudden gesture but closed from the gliding of his cock past your walls. He was reducing you to a moaning mess. Ecthelion chuckled at the choking sobs that slipped past your lips with every new thrust he delivered. You felt as though he was rattling your body from the way they shook with each thrust. The vibrations that coursed through you, made your soul shiver. Forcing your eyes open to peek above, you were met with steel grey eyes piercing your softer ones.

“Running from what I’m giving you? Do you not want more?” the frown that marred his godly-sculpted face still made him appear perfect. The darkness swimming in his eyes in no way changed the beautiful image above.

Whimpering out a response, it was gibberish that flowed instead of a comprehendible answer. On this, Ecthelion’s right hand rose slightly to grope your breast, tweaking your nipple and tugging at the poor sensitive bud. The inaudible gasp that escaped your throat wasn’t unheard by your observant teacher. Despite being lost in the undeniable pleasure, his head was still clear to register every sound you made. Leaning his head closer to yours, his lips ghosted over yours allowing you to hear all the sounds he was making because of you. You were pulling those reactions from him.

Inching his lips closer, they collided against yours in an aggressive fight; a fight you lost from the start. His tongue had woven its way into your mouth and danced alongside yours, causing you to choke on your mewls. At the same time, his right hand had tightened its grip around your neck while the left was switching between pinching both nipples. Crying out in pleasure into his mouth, he ripped himself away to see a few stray tears falling from your starry eyes.

“Is it good doll? Is your teacher teaching you well?” there was an unmistakable hint of mockery in his voice as he cynically spoke, “Creaming my cock, did you cream all over his tongue?”

Before you could respond, you both heard your cunt squelching around his cock as a fresh flow of juices out. The coil in your stomach was beyond hot and ready to snap. The build-up was growing in your abdomen, and you didn’t know how much longer you could contain it. You were ready to burst.

“N-No, never. I-I didn’t—ugh,” you hiccupped your response as you felt the wave of your orgasm approaching without any touch on your clit. What kind of God was he?

Eyes rolling into your head, you opened your mouth to release a sob as his cock grazed your sweet spot. Lost in the euphoric sensation racking through your body, you slowly felt yourself drifting off. You were losing your way and could no longer anchor yourself. His cock had you floating on cloud nine and you didn’t want to return to earth. Throwing profanities into the bathroom air, his lips descended awkwardly to your neck, sucking hickeys and leaving tooth marks for Glorfindel to see that next time he tried his stunt.

“You’re almost there doll, you’re close. That’s it, just cum all over my cock,” feeling your walls fluttering around him, he knew you were close and just a few more thrusts would send you over the edge. Nodding your head along to every word because you had no idea what he was saying, he drove his cock deeper and grazed your sweet spot one last time before you tumbled forward.

Spasming in his hold, he was quick to release his hold on your neck and waist to pull you in closer. Cock still buried in you, he eased your movements and continued to guide his cock through your orgasm, adding to the overwhelming sensation. Panting because you were sensitive, your nails dug into his arms fastened around your mid-area as his cock continued to pummel your insides. Heaven and hell in one shot as he held you firmly one last time before his hips twitched and stuttered. He grunted loudly as his cum flooded your walls. Emptying himself inside you felt unbelievable, had he known it was this delicious, he would have had you sooner.

“Fuck, that felt good doll. You were so good for me,” stroking and patting your head, like a teacher praising their student for a job well done, you curled into a touch of affection. You both stayed in your position holding each other with Ecthelion nuzzling into your neck and hair whispering small praises into your ear. You were good for him tonight even though you slipped up earlier with Glorfindel.

Cradling your stomach where his cum and cock were buried, he tenderly pressed down on the little bulge and moaned at the added sensation. Slowly, you both felt his cum slipping out your abused hole and running down his cock. You both couldn’t help but look down at where you were both connect and observed the evidence of your rendezvous. However, Ecthelion was slowly reverting to his former self and could no longer stand the sight since it would be a cause of the mess. Gently removing himself from you, winching in the process, he lifted you and placed you on the edge of the bathtub.

Watching as he busied himself around the room, he returned to drain the water and fill the tub with fresh hot water along with a washcloth. Once the tub was refilled, Ecthelion moved over to ease you into the tub and sat himself behind you. Sitting in his lap with your head resting against his chest, his hands rushed to clean you up, wiping away his cum from between your legs and being extra careful with your sensitive self.

“Are you alright, I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine, though a little sore.”

Humming a tune a calm your erratic breathing, he paused while still stroking your hair to suggest his idea. One that made him crack a smug grin and would make Glorfindel turn livid.

“Well if that’s the case, as your teacher who cares for your well-being, I advise you to stay the night.”

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[bagog]

Japanese Brandenburg Concertos

Hiroto slumped against the wall, let his back slide all the way down the bricks till he sat with his knees to his chest on the floor. The music conservatory was frigid: out the massive windows, the world was a frozen white-out. Flakes were still coming down.

Hiroto cracked his knuckles and blew on them to warm them up. His first round performance had gone well—almost as well as he had hoped it would—and once the hundreds of other competing pianists had their turn, he would find out if he had qualified for the second round. Passing through the second round would earn him a master-class with C.K. Higgins. That was the kind of thing you put in your portfolio. Watching the flakes cling to the window, Hiroto shivered, then laid down on the floor. He pulled his jacket over his face like a blanket and tried not to think about how stiff the competition was going to be in the next round.

“I think it’s ridiculous,” a few voices were coming down the hallway. Hiroto almost peeked out to get a look, before hearing the same voice utter an exasperated slur. “You just know he’s going to get the master-class, the sneaky little robot.”

“You did great, what are you worried about?” Came another voice. The group was now at the lockers across from where Hiroto lay pretending to sleep, head covered.

“If only doing great were good enough! Unfortunately, I’m white, so doesn’t matter if I’m channeling Glenn fucking Gould. They’re still going to pick the Mitsubishi to win the master-class.”

The other voice laughed at the ‘Mitsubishi’ line. Hiroto barely revealed one eye to the hall to get a look at who was talking. Another university student, about Hiroto’s height. Dark, curly hair and a corduroy jacket over a band t-shirt. Hiroto recognized him from some of the competition rooms this morning. He’d been in the audience for Hiroto’s performance, and Hiroto had noticed the other student giving him strange looks when they passed in the halls.

“You kicked ass in there, Adam, you’re definitely going to get to the next round. He’s not worth your time, dude.”

“It’s the principle of the thing,” Adam rejoined. “You get all these foreign exchange students with their tiger moms and shit, pushing them to be perfect little musicians. But they’ve got no soul, it’s like a computer playing Bach. In fact, I would rather hear an AI perform than listen to another stale Japanese Brandenburg Concerto.” Adam closed the locker and leaned against it. He was fidgeting with a small American flag lapel pin on his jacket, trying to get it to sit right. Below it was a pink breast-cancer awareness ribbon.

“I mean, you’re not wrong!” His other companion chuckled.

“You think he even practices, or just downloads the sheet music directly to his CPU?” Adam responded, keeping his friend laughing. “It just pisses me off, is all. It’s not fair. Like… it was my ancestors wrote this music, it’s my inheritance, practically! Then in comes a Toyota or a Mitsubishi or whatever and plays it perfect, easy, but soulless. It’s not fair to me as a Western man, and it’s not fair to the music to let it be played with no soul.”

“Yeah, to me the problem is the judges are listening for accuracy, not soul.”

“You’re right about that. It still pisses me off.” Adam stretched his arms. He had the longest fingers Hiroto had ever seen, a natural pianist. He had that hunch in his back that said he’d spent more time practicing his scales than his posture. His eyes were a flashing blue, narrowed as they were, and his lip curled into a smile. “It’s like when you meet a trans and he’s hotter than you are, and it’s like ‘not fair, I’m supposed to look like a man.’”

Adam’s companion continued to laugh as the two walked away down the hall. Hiroto continued to lie there on the floor, face and ears heated. He sat up, leaned against the wall. He could still hear the two white students cackling on their way to watch someone else’s performance. Out the window, the snow fell exactly where it meant to fall, and frosted the whole world over.

[bluestringpuppeteer]

He hovered over Legato when the man woke up from sleeping on the couch. Blue eyes were aglow behind tinted glasses, the ribbons of his coat splayed over the living room floor as though he had simply grown forth from it. - They appeared almost too long, like blood red tendrils.

Somehow he seemed even taller than usual, almost malformedly so. Imposing, cutting a silhouette that was impossible to ignore, impossible to pass around. A blockade in and of himself. The blue moonlight passing through the window glinted off the Peacemaker at his hip.

A cool metal hand touched Legato's cheek, those vibrant blue's almost overflowing with pity.

And then his other hand came around to cup the psychic's face with both. It was a soft motion for such a terrible-looking figure - for the Diablo himself - and he leaned down. Far down until he was so close that Legato might see his own reflection in Vash's eyes.

Fingers abruptly dug into the skin of Legato's face.

"How could a human compare to me?" His voice was surprisingly, achingly, soft. // [Hallucination]

Legato has been tired, exhausted really, and napping on the couch has become commonplace for him quickly. He'd doze for minutes or hours and wake feeling just as tired as he had when he'd fallen asleep. Nothing touched the ache behind his eyes, nor the visions that swam past when he was unconscious.

Nightmares were not unfamiliar at least. He didn't usually wake screaming anymore.

Waking hallucinations were stranger, harder to spot, more likely to merge with the world around him in ways that made it difficult to pick them out.

When he wakes from yet another impromptu nap, he's startled to find Vash there, hovering over him like some specter. He's not awake enough, not aware enough, to pick out that he's seeing that which isn't there, even with all the oddities about him. All the things that were exaggerated and drawn out to make the usually kind and playful man seem... Other. Ominous. Alien and strange and terrifying.

"St-Stampede...?" Legato's gold eyes slowly grew wide and terrified as he was crowded back against the couch without Vash so much as moving. His gaze was drawn to the glint of the gun at his side, the weapon that would one day end his life. One bullet, that's all it took with a gun that size. He knew, his arm still tingled with the kick of it.

A soft, shuddering breath is pulled from him, Legato trying to shy away from the reaching hand but he can't move, can't resist the touch though he flinches. Pity, overwhelming and choking, the kind that would drown him in despair, flows over him. He wants to demand Vash leave, that he stop touching him, to stop, go away, no no no no-! Pinned between that soft, terrible gaze, the back of the couch, those careful, gentle hands, all he can do is stare wide eyed and shake. Instead of a demand for distance, all that makes it out of his throat is a small, terrified, whine.

He can see himself, mirrored in those blue, blue eyes. Blue hair vanishes into the depths of them, like Vash is absorbing him entirely. The image flickers, switches between himself and Him, that mad animal with violence and glee in his eye and a bloody hole in his head.

Those fingers tightened, squeezed his face hard enough to ache, hard enough to bruise, just like they would to remind him how he was less then them, less then dirt, how he was n o t h i n g.

And how could he? How could he compare to Vash, to a brother, to a Plant? Human and the lowest of low among them at that, the very definition of less then garbage. He deserved what he was: N o t h i n g.

Gold locked on blue, unable to move, unable to tear his gaze away, unable to do anything but feel the pain of the iron grip digging into his skin and jaw and hear the reverberating word over and over in his head. Hot tears spilled over his cheeks but did not so much as blur the image of the pitying Angel looking down to put him in the place he belonged, consuming him and burning him alive as he ought to be.

A cry rose in his throat and suddenly he was on the ground, tangled in red, strangling, being devoured-

Tangled in the blankets he'd wrapped himself in, fallen from the couch in a panicked flail. He curled into a ball and heaved great sobbing breathes, hiding his face and head while Vash's words reverberated in his skull.

'How could a human compare to me?'

A dream. Just a dream. It's not... He wouldn't...

Would he?

N o t h i n g.

[votava-records]

Lice (Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman) - Catfish

Producer Cess Less creates a tranquil, almost meditative vibe with just a touch of mysticism – an ideal soundscape for Aesop Rock and Homeboy Sandman to deliver over three minutes of humorously witty societal observations and personal anecdotes.

LYRICS:

Homeboy Sandman:

You’ll understand my sense of urgency I be the cat that put “emergence” in emergency More than a half a mind to save my whole community I’m just not certain what something like that’ll do to me Sandy’s on the mound and pitching for the home team All the information’s listed on the home screen Once I started ain’t no switchin’ out to plan b Once I started ain’t no screaming out “it can’t be” You can catch the bluest ribbon in the red sea You can catch the true and living in the dead sea Magic lingers while the fingers on your screen scroll Please believe it you can read it in the sea scrolls Fortune frowns on anybody out to take lives If you’re considering a silly thing then take five I am avid as I’m having me a great time I’m aware you might have heard this through the grapevine When I’m chompin on the bit it ain’t a bit dull If you want it you can get it thru your thick skull See I grew up on Atari playing pitfall See I grew up on Safari of the brick walls I’m a composite of many different aspects I’m a undercover operative of aztecs Bastion riding falcor tryna spot artex Examining the outdoors for the spot marked X Behind the wheel of True’s land cruiser I cruise land Listen and you’ll hear it it’s the spirit that moves man Picking out a jacket for hijacking a news van Rappers don’t know diddley but me I’m a blues man I be on it like I saw it with a bird’s eye If it’s doable I done it on my first try Breaker breaker peep the phantom about to break fly Every bit of data fatter than a steak fry Doin what I gotta to remain on the blacklist Up until you find out that was only a catfish Every other human come including an asterisk Thank you all for snoozing now for using my last wish

Aesop Rock:

Pitched a few snow balls Skipped a slew of rolls calls Dipped into the sewer, grew his hair out like a troll doll Blew the man-hole cover up to the sand bluff Down to the river took a knee with my hands cupped Man-Ape free to hydrate or be ambushed The slant grow from “look at him go” to “heavens I can’t look” King Upsetter, surely cursed be the name Every word an urgent love letters bursting into flames Editor-in-chief at the Bloodletter gazette Every drip on the cement could fill-up another cassette, and does Reaper knocking at me through the diner glass Invite him in Yes I know the die is cast, now try the grits Let him get the check, and offer thirty seconds clear to run It’s ten before he skip the other twenty on some “here I come” Which way’d he go Strafe and follow any trace of spirit gum Mustache and glasses disappear into the zero sum No road atlas only roads to Damascus Where the roses are for growing not for throwing at some pageant Y’all just pinning little ribbons on each other as catfish Swimming in the chasm between what you publish and practice I wake up every day and move different than I used to Smarter than whichever bear’s assuming that you do too Doozie after doozie, up and brushing off the lab coat Cold bath, bo staff, back on his Max Roach Tap into the tape gun, mail you back to Hasbro Bring me to the big cheese, all I see is crab toast All you see is parachutes raining from the matmos All I see is parody and parroting and plateaus ‘Round here that’s pretty much a cousin to the flatline I would rather level-up than fraternize with magpies Patron saint of Isolation, heart of palm and graphite Teaching kids to put away the crack pipe, that’s Lice

[audiovisualrecall]

I keep forgetting to take a picture but I was too angry to be small and afraid the other day but I had to go to work so I put a 'my body my choice' pin and my breast cancer awareness ribbon pin and my stop antisemitism blue pin and a bunch of rainbow pins on my apron even though policy says we can't have political pins or really any flair on our aprons but idgaf, AND the best part is we had a visit from some guy from Amazon or whatever and I was one of the several people from different departments who had to attend the meeting whatever, but we took a group photo together afterwards ok and I'm pretty sure all of my pins will be visible in the photo mwahahaha

[noisycowboyglitter]

Celebrate Rare Disease Day with Butterfly Heart and Zebra Ribbon Themes

Ribbon Rare Disease Awareness campaigns utilize specially designed ribbons to draw attention to a variety of uncommon medical conditions that often receive less public recognition and research funding. These ribbons serve as powerful symbols, uniting patients,

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Each rare disease typically has its own unique ribbon color or pattern, helping to distinguish and highlight specific conditions. For example, the zebra-striped ribbon represents rare diseases as a whole, while a light blue ribbon might signify Addison's disease, or a green ribbon with a butterfly might represent mitochondrial disease.

These awareness ribbons are used in various ways:

Worn as pins or badges

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The primary goals of Rare Disease Awareness campaigns include:

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By wearing or displaying these ribbons, supporters help spark conversations and raise vital awareness for conditions that might otherwise remain invisible to much of society.

"Butterfly Heart Believe Zebra" is a unique combination of symbols often associated with rare disease awareness and personal transformation. The butterfly represents change and hope, while the heart symbolizes love and support. "Believe" encourages faith and perseverance in the face of challenges.

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The zebra is particularly significant in the rare disease community, stemming from the medical phrase, "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras." This reminds doctors to consider common diagnoses before rare ones. However, for those with rare diseases, the zebra has become a symbol of uniqueness and the importance of looking beyond the obvious.

This collection of symbols is often found on awareness merchandise like t-shirts, pins, or posters. It resonates with individuals affected by rare diseases, their families, and advocates, serving as a reminder of strength, community, and the ongoing journey towards recognition and improved care.

Butterfly Gifts for Mum offer a delightful way to show appreciation with a touch of natural elegance. These presents often feature charming butterfly motifs, symbolizing transformation and beauty. Options range from butterfly-themed jewelry like necklaces or brooches to home decor items such as cushions or wall art. For

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garden-loving mums, consider butterfly feeders or plants that attract these graceful creatures. Personalized gifts like photo frames or mugs adorned with butterflies add a sentimental touch. These thoughtful presents celebrate the nurturing and transformative role of mothers, making them perfect for birthdays, Mother's Day, or just because.

[ibjb]

Hurricane Katrina was one of the most powerful storms in US history. In order to raise money for the millions of people that were subject to the widespread destruction and devastation, QVC has created this pin, designed as a replica awareness ribbon. For every pin sold, $8 will be donated to the American Red Cross Disaster Relief Fund for Hurricanes 2005.

The blue enamel piece is a perfect way to show your support and help the relief effort. A symbolic white flower adorns the center to represent the southern states affected by the tragedy. It is a combination of the magnolia, the state flower of Louisiana and Mississippi, and Alabama's state flower, the camellia. The small crescent in the center of the flower represents "The Crescent City" of New Orleans. The back is finished in silvertone and engraved with the words "Hope", "Help", and "Heal". Secures with a tack pin and clip.

Measures approximately 1-1/4"L x 1/2"W.

[karenlacorte]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Breast Cancer Awareness Pink and Silver Mix.