#but i have to balance other things ahhhh

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

i'm likeable?

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

HELLO I LOVE YOUR (I cannot and will not for the life of me be able to spell the whole thing) AU THAT YOU DID GENUINELY ITS AMAZING AND IM STARVING FOR MORE SILLY BILL CONTENT AAAAAAAAAA

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AHHHH I'm so glad you like my stuff!! My favorite part about it is the name, it's so comically long.... it adds charm, me thinks :]

I like the idea of Bill being an uncle! I want to make him a bit more laid-back and chill, but also not completely erase his "Bill"-ness. It's a delicate balance, but I like to think I'm not doing too bad so far? I want him to have a friendlier relationship with the twins. Anyways! Here's some more snippets of deeper lore for these guys! I'll reveal it slowly as we go :)

Although, please do ask if any of you have any questions!! I tend to get mixed up a lot and forget if I revealed a piece of lore or not, so it'll probably do both you and I a favor if you asked :]

The twins were sent to Grunkle Ford for the summer. He is a bit of the town recluse, rarely seen out, and always shut up inside his lab in the shack. He's basically considered one of the town's many cryptids.

The whole shack (now lovingly nicknamed the "Mystery Shack" by both the townsfolk and the twins) always has a strange tangy smell that nips at their nose, but the twins can never really pinpoint what it is. There's a lot of candles a bit everywhere. Dipper and Mabel are pretty sure Grunkle Ford is performing various demonic rituals downin the basement, based on how many mysterious strange objects, creatures, and herbs litter the shack. Which is strange, given how scientific and non-superstitious Grunkle Ford seems to be.... They never ask questions, though. He freaks them out a little at first, but they get endeared to his odd habits and awkwardness. Oh, and there's Uncle Bill, of course.

With the arrival of the twins under his care, Ford's grown to become a bit more social and adopt some healthier habits for himself, even joining them on their adventures sometimes. But without his other half there, it all feels... empty.

[thatblvckboyy]

I desperately NEED Keeho just fucking the shit out of me cuz he's stressed from tour. Like he has me sobbing and begging from overstimulation but its no use. He wont let up.

Wrong move

Keeho x male reader

It's a bit long but enjoy pookie

In the hotel room,keeho turned and tossed in bed relentlessly as he tried falling asleep,“Fuck,”he murmured as he grabbed his phone and pulled up lewd videos you and him fucking which he secretly recorded without your knowledge.With his hand in his pajama pants,keeho stroked himself as he watched the video . . . but it wasn’t enough —

he needed more.His hand still in his pants he called you and waited until you answered the phone.“Babe,” he mumbled as he placed the phone on speaker and sighed.“I can’t sleep. I miss you so fucking much,”he sighed as he rolled onto the other side of the bed.

You only left yesterday... Keeho!?"

laughs softly as I try to calm down "I know, babe but you know I get really horny,"runs my fingers through my hair, feeling restless,

"Then jerk it off" you slur out without even thinking about what you said

"I tried but didn't really help much"

"Keeho its just 2 weeks you won't die, now please it's 2 am and I wanna go back to sleep" with that you hang up the call and slam the phone on the night stand

"Did he really just.....?" Keeho says to himself with a hint of irritation in his tone

"god I'm gonna fuck that bitch when I get home"keeho says himself while he accepts the outcome as he struggles to sleep, his mind racing with all the dirty things his gonna to you.

Two weeks successfully passed and keeho was on his way home, you were at home just doing the chores, you even forgot keeho was coming home today.

You were in the kitchen doing the dishes when he came in he left his suitcase in the living room and he swiftly grabs you dragging you making your hands slipping on the dishes as you try to regain your balance,your eyes widening in surprise as keeho suddenly tackle you dragging you the bedroom and locking the door.

"Now let's see how tough you are" and with that he rips your pants with his arms exposing your ass.Your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement."keeho please calm down..." You stutter out as keeho grabs the vibrator "between you and me baby boy we both know you love it this.....way maybe a bit to much" He says his tone dripping with malice as he gets the vibrator ready and he stares at you, named and vulnerable

"Now come on bend over..... ," he said as hovered on top of you watching bend over"good boy "he said as he introduced the vibrator on your hole gently rubbing it against your hole before pushing it in your ass

You gasp, your busy trembling and tensing as the vibrator sends a joke of pleasure and pain through you. "Ahh......oh....pleaaase,"you moan in pain and pleasure as keeho sits on the chair next to the bed unzipping his pants, unbuttonts his shirt and taking off his boxers and starts jerking off while watching you squirm and writhe as the vibrator pushes inside you the sensations intensifying with each second "ohh fuuuuck yeah" you heard keeho groans as he jerked off while watching you

Here are your moans

Keeho then suddenly increased the speed of the vibrator making you squeal "what do we say baby boy" he taunts as he strokes his dick getting closer to climaxing "i-..... I-m sorry d-daddy"

You manage to stutter out, with each moment you feel your body being torn apart limb from limb,but you had no option but to just lay there a moaning mess and take it cause if he fucked you himself, god knows what could have happened to your poor legs

"Ahhhh, fuuuckk yes, god y-esssss"keeho groans as he finally cums all over himself feeling spent, he decides to turn off the vibrator and get it out of your ass

"Now come here..... Babe" he said as he layed down on the bed paying the space next to him, you seems nervous a birthday but finally decide and go lay next to him on his chest "now you know next time I'm on tour you shouldn't act so bratty and tough ok" he says as he strokes your head, his sadistic dark demeanour now go on as if it was nothing

"Now come on go to sleep" he said as you slowly driffted off to sleep your body still twitching a bit from earlier and keeho starts drifting off too... Before he could even sleep he heard you sleep talking "no pleaaase keeho" thats what you said, "ssh it's okay...with that you both fell asleep

[court-jobi]

i was just (re)reading your "reheat" oneshot and one part that stood out to me was izuku apparently "making a show" of him rolling up his shirt sleeves because reader finds it attractive. but my question is how did he find that out???????? did reader tell him that they find it to be alluring??? i need answers (just please dont do it nsfw, i'm not really into it lol) 👀👀

(btw i love your writing<3)

Ahhhh I'm SO glad someone caught this! I'm a sucker for the little details, and you found one of my favorites 🥰🥰 SFW it is~

And truly, it honestly shouldn't be such a saucy thought, Izuku rolling up his sleeves... It's a pure and simple fact that you love every bit of Izuku, whether he's dressed up or down. What's not to love? But here we are, and I'll tell ya exactly why.

How you came to enjoy this harmless little show was the sum of many 'harmless' moments, though they all have one thing in common:

Acts of Service.

Reheat shows it best, but here's how our darling Izuku reckoned it was a solid plan of distraction...

Pairing: Midoriya x reader

Reheat: ORIGINS

Izuku is an extremely thoughtful person, as we all know and love. He'll be in your corner to listen, tell you just what you need to hear, and do it all with a smile on his face. He'll also be the first to step up and offer his best if it would help make your life easier.

The first time you watched him do it was a night he came around while you were in a self-imposed baking marathon-- and were quickly running out of surface space in the kitchen. Once setting down his workout bag down at the dining table and shucking off his coat, he'd immediately come in reporting for duty...

'How can I help' chirps off Izuku's lips without missing a beat, and before you could even make mention of washing the dishes as you go (to help expedite the process later), he was already rolling the cuffs of his hoodie to keep the ends from getting absolutely soaked. When he catches you staring from he oven range at what he's doing, he assumes it stems from feeling guilty about putting him to work, or refusing the idea that he'd tidy up for you. It's such a high pile that's filling both sides of the sink already, and it's threatening to topple over onto your tray of still-cooling macarons.

He sees it as a stellar trade off: you cook, he cleans. It's a no-brainer in his book!

The next time he does it, you're visiting him at UA while he's hosting some late afternoon office hours (in case some students wish to stop by for some pre-exam help). It's a slow afternoon, and when he complains about it over text, you surprise him with a little green tea boba pick-me-up. By the time you arrive, he's on the phone with some insurance company about a rate change that he's been meaning to call about.

He's a bit grumpy over it. Why they keep hiking prices like this, he'll never fully understand, but would kill for some transparency in billing, y'know?

"No- I'm not interested in upgrading the policy, it's covering everything I need it to -back at my starting rate. No, no dependents. No secondary vehicles either-- maam, I rent an apartment; I don't even own a home yet- why would I need a byline for acreage protection?!"

Poor Izuku's brows are tented as he navigates the skin sufferable conversation... But all the while, he's flexing -a flick of the wrist in each movement- as he cuffs his sleeves towards his elbows.

You don't realize you're staring until he stops moving. Looking up to his eyes again, they're more confused at you now, with a built shoulder precariously balancing his phone to his ear.

'What's wrong?' he mouths to you.

You immediately shake your head, and just motion for him to carry on. You rest your chin in your hand when he continues, but he doesn't say more on the topic when the woman returns from the other end of the line with more bad news.

"-b-boating protec-?? Ma'am, may I be perfectly real with you? I-I am on a teacher's salary! Can I please just revert back to what I was paying before so I don't have to auction off my AllMight limited editions??"

So firm, so capable... so stupidly attractive doing such a small thing... Izuku maybe a bit preoccupied at the moment, but he's starting to catch onto you, for there's gotta be something behind your interest in his forearms.

Finally, it all clicks into place. In Hatsume's Tech Lab, where you're picking up Izuku from after an off-site field trip of sorts for his support course students does Izuku finally get what's going on.

He's taken up some elective classes for their class route, in addition to his hero course homeroom. In the R&D department, he's trying on some gloves and explaining their features to you in excitement for its intended recipient, his good friend Shoto Todoroki, while his students all bound off elsewhere.

"He even came up with the design; pretty stylish, I'd say! Much better than his first costume, less bulky as well. Mei says we're the same size so I could try for fit before she ships them out to him- hhhnr... well- still kinda hard to- c'you hold this one, baby? here, lemme get them on for real.."

Setting the gloves to your waiting hands, your eyes double in interest. Tongue wets your lips slightly. And shockingly, your mouth moves before you can stop yourself.

"Oooo, my lucky day~ Roll 'em up, babe~"

"that's the problem with this tech. There's safety resistance in the cuffs: they're great for compression, but it's a bit tight for tryin' to get over-- w-wait. What?"

Izuku chances a look at you in that one, thirsty moment.

"Do you-- like this?"

"Mhm~"

".. just- rolling up my sleeves? Like this?"

"Mhmmm~"

Though you've solidly convinced Izuku that his scars are to be worshipped just as much as his heart, he can't believe your starry-eyed look while he does this.

Cheeky, Izuku thinks surely you're messing with him, "Goodness the way you're looking at me, you'd think I was showing you my six pack..."

"Eh, that's nothin'," you tease, "impressive, don't get me wrong, Mr. Midoriya- but anyone can work out. This.. takes finesse."

Izuku sprouted a warming blush over his ears, wrenching a calm exterior into place despite your loving teases.

"Finesse, huh?-"

"Slower, babe," you sink onto a palm again, batting your eyes again, "you look good like this."

"Y-You're a mess..."

"I'm your mess now, handsome."

Izuku peeks up and out towards the hall having just settling his right cuff into place. Then, he's looking back to you all mushy at what he finds there. Complete love. It's earned you a kiss -to affirm his feelings for you, of course!- but also to get you to stop fawning over him where anyone could see.

Your fingers will trail over the sensitive undersides of his wrists while he cups your cheeks into place. Any insecurity he may have once held about his scarring has been snuffed out by you a long time ago, but Izuku now realizes it's not just an accepted sight, but a welcome one.

"Good to know this is a sure method to get your attention, honey," he'll whisper between kisses.

It's the preemptive motive that gets you:

Izuku is so ready and willing to help anyone at a moment's notice, to take charge and get things done: to the point where watching him prep to get his weathered hands involved is an attractive sight. He's the first to go the extra mile for you, no ask too big or favor too small.

It might be a quick adjustment to his outfit for comfort, but the look suits him so well. So yes, even as he rolls up his shirt sleeves, you find him insanely, unfairly handsome.

[hugemilkshake]

AHHHH BEEN WAITING TO REQUESSTTT THANK YOU WRITTING GODDD‼️‼️‼️ /dra

Hear me out on Wind Archer Cookie with YN cookie being another elemental cookie/guardian?? Like possibly elemental cookie embodient of darkness, BUT YN COOKIE IS SUCH A SWEET HEART??

like yes yn cookie seems gloomy and tired, and just overall like the darkness itself, but yn cookie is just a small sweetheart. The darkness cookie is PURE asf, so when Wind Archer has to “purify” the darkness only to see YN darkness cookie is already pure is.. GENUINELY WILD ON HIS BEHALF.

THANK YOU FOR HEARING ME OUT WRITING GOD‼️‼️ EAT DRINK AND SLEEP AND TAKE CAREEE‼️‼️‼️

simp anon 🫶🏻

Enjoy the milkshake! This is such a good concept like you gotta have that balance of dark and light

The darkness isn’t always bad..?

-platonic probably-

In life you need balance. There’s good and bad, sweet and salty, light and dark. Most understand this delicate balance but some don’t… like Wind Archer. He never understood this balance, he just knew that he needed to purify the cursed darkness that plagued the world.

When he was tasked to go to visit the darkness elemental he was quite… repulsed. I mean the elemental cookies were pure, darkness was not and will not be pure! So this was going to be a long trip…

When reaching the meet up place.. it was swampy and dark, the waters were murky and it was inevitable that you would get a little muddy. Over all Wind Archer would rate it a -1000/10

But on a clearing a wooden platform with some candles could be seen, it gave a cozy feeling… even more reason to not trust this place..

There was a gloomy cookie waiting for Wind Archer on that platform. Wind Archer was on his guard not because he felt darkness was afoot… but because he felt that this cookie was already pure…

Throughout the entire interaction, it was normal. Just like any other interaction Wind Archer would have with other elementals. It took everything in him to not ask why you weren’t corrupted like the other darkness he’s encountered…

But in the end Wind Archer had to ask why you were pure, he knows it’s kinda rude to ask something like that but he couldn’t stand the confusion he felt.

You had to explain that you need balance in life, too much of one thing can be overwhelming, and too little of another could lead to severe consequences.

Wind Archer left feeling conflicted but understanding that balance is necessary.

[w2soneshots]

Private -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: eluding to sex happening.

summary: you and Harry have a private but not secret relationship, then on his birthday you do something that makes the fans go crazy.

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y/username: my week🩵 ps. thank you for an incredible night @taliamar🎤⭐️

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taliamar: thanks for coming babe❤️

faithloisak: STUNNING

y/nfanpage21: harry in the 2nd and 4th pic!🥹🥹

user31479682: you know she's w2s's gf when she plays mario cart

user71542520: who’s jumper is that in the last pic?😉

Three years ago Harry followed me on instagram. He liked a few of my posts, I followed him back, he messaged me, we exchanged numbers, continued to text, then he eventually asked me on a date. 2 months later I was officially his girlfriend. We keep our relationship pretty private but everyone knows we're together. Sometimes I post something and his hands in the shot or I'm wearing one of his jumpers, the fans go crazy. If he's on a side cast and they're talking about their weeks he always refers to me as his girlfriend: "my girlfriend got me this." "my girlfriend said that,"

Today it's Harry's birthday. I organised a meal out with all of our friends for later and last night, after he went to sleep I decorated the apartment with balloons, laid his presents out on the table (which I also decorated) and placed his cake at the back of the fridge. Once I was finished I crawled back into bed.

"Morning." I heard Harry croak from beside me. I turned excitedly towards him. "Morning, birthday boy!" He groaned "how long have you been awake?" I huffed out a laugh "like an hour, or something." Harry chuckled. "I love you so much." He said with his eyes locked on mine. "I love you too. Now come on, I wanna show you what I got you!" I said jumping out of the bed and attempting to pull Harry out with me.

We don't usually go crazy with presents since most things we would just buy anyway. So I decided to book us a 10 day holiday to the Maldives, making sure to organise it with the boys so he had time off. Along with some new golf stuff, a childish hoodie, new balance and a custom dartboard for his office. He seemed very pleased with his presents and was so excited to spend over a week on a hot island with me.

We had some breakfast/lunch and FaceTimed Harry's family before we needed to get ready for dinner. We had a shower then I dried and straightened my hair, put on some makeup and got dressed into a pair of blue jeans, a cute white top and some matching white heels, along with my Dior bag. Harry was dressed and ready hours before I was so sat on the couch until I was finished. I quickly sprayed myself with my favourite perfume, applied some lipgloss then left the bedroom. "I'm ready!" I said with a twirl. Harry laughed "you look amazing." I smiled "and you look handsome." I said with a smile. He blushed. On our way out I quickly grabbed the white box (containing the cake) out of the fridge.

y/username

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y/username: making him take pics of me on his birthday🫣

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faithlouisak: Omg get in my bed

-> y/username: will do😉

mollymae: 😍❤️

y/nfanpage21: THE CAPTION AHHHH

user29473168: loveee this fit!!!

After I made Harry take pictures of me outside our apartment, we got an uber to the restaurant. We were obviously the first ones there and were quickly taken to a long table that had silver balloons on strings floating in the middle (as per my request). Everyone soon began arriving. First was JJ, then Ethan and Faith, followed by Freezy, Callux, Vik, Simon and Talia, Tobi, Josh and Freya and lastly Theo. Once everyone was seated we ordered our food and began chatting.

y/username just posted a new story!

Since we've been together nether me nor Harry have ever posted each other's face. But I'd took a cute picture of him at dinner so just decided to post it to my story, not before asking Harry if it was alright of course. The fans immediately started going crazy, twitter, insta, TikTok, they were all full of people talking about it. Me and Harry lay comfortably in our bed, laughing while scrolling through twitter and reading the comments of a repost of my story.

"Thank you for today." Harry whispered. I turned my head towards him "you're so welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it." I replied. "You know what would make this birthday even better?" He said with a raised brow. I chuckled "alright then. If that's what it takes." I shrugged my shoulders at the end. Harry smirked, then grabbed my thigh and brought it over him so I was sat on his lap. "This seriously is the best birthday ever."

[ang3lofdivinity]

🎐⋅˚₊‧𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾’𝗌 𝖠𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝖾‧₊˚⋅🐚

Relationship(s) :: Jinx + Calypso!fem!reader

Genre :: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Format :: Story

Warnings :: More Arcane season 2 act 3 spoilers! Some implications of SH (reader), a bit more trauma, happy ending, the gods kinda suck, HOMOSEXUALS FINALLY GET TOGETHER!!/hj, kinda inspired by Jorge’s cut song from Epic “Appetite” along with “Would You Fall In Love With Me Again”, Reader gets better at the end here, READER IS NOT CALYPSO - more so takes her place, possibly suggestive at the end?

A/N :: AHHHH I cannot believe I wrote THIS much that I had to make a new part entirely. But nonetheless, happy holidays everyone! I hope everyone stays safe this year and gets some good stuff nevertheless of what you’re celebrating! (Side note: ..Should I turn this into a series with more parts? I’m gonna hold a poll for when the time comes — which will be right after I post this). I hope this lives up to your expectations everyone!! + HAPPY NEW YEARS!! (W.C: 10.6k)

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Jinx does not remember how long it has been since you’ve left. And you can say the same.

You’ve only been hiding away for as long as you possibly could without the bluette finding you before she left you, just like all the others. See, this is why you shouldn’t allow your emotions to gain control over you! They’ll take the things you love the most as you’re left there to cry and mourn over their loss. And this time? You actually allowed yourself to fall for their tricks!! You’re so STUPID, aren’t you? You should’ve known that this would’ve never been able to last.

She is a lost mortal, and you are an imprisoned goddess.

And the ones pulling the strings?

The gods above. For they hold more power over the both of you than you could possibly know. Or do they?

You lay down, cured up into yourself as you cry against the forest floor, everything around disappearing. (At least it felt like it, as you had begun to focus on the fact that you were crying for so long, your throat going sore and your eyes getting all red and puffy).

It’s pathetic of you really, all of this is pathetic.

You should’ve never allowed yourself to grow attached, you should’ve never allowed yourself to open up to Jinx, you should’ve KNEW that this was doomed to happen one day! Nothing can ever go right for you, can it now?

‘So whats the next course of action’, you ask yourself.

To wallow in your sorrow for a bit longer. To allow yourself to bawl your eyes out as Jinx is taken from you.

.

Time has become useless as Jinx stands at the edge of the beach, breathing heavily, her fists clenching and unclenching as she grits her teeth.

Does she always have to mess things up?

Does she always have to be the Jinx?

In the wake of your disappearance, she feels something staring at her.

Upon turning around however, she sees..

Some kind of ball of pure light??

It’s almost blinding as she stares at it, the luminosity making it almost impossible to define the shape of the object. Covering her eyes with an arm while groaning, she speaks up.

“Hello?”

“You’ve had your fun, mortal.” A voice booms, distant yet close, vibrating through the air. Though it doesn’t exactly feel like one singular voice, it feels more like.. thousands. Thousands of voices as they echo and vibrate. Its presence feels heavy, suffocating. As if she’s being strangled.

And as they speak, she knows what this is.

“Your presence here has disrupted the balance. She was meant to suffer, to repent. Not to cling to you.”

Jinx glares, lowering her arm to stare at the thing.

“Balance? Suffering? You’re the ones screwing her up, not me.”

“This is not your concern. Leave this place and let her fate proceed as it was written.” The tone of the voices grows sharper, as if she was going to listen to them.

“Over my dead body.” Jinx spits the words like venom.

The form twists in agitation, and the faint sound of crackling can be heard.

“You defy orders from the gods?”

“Damn right I do.” She huffs as she narrows her eyes at the form before her, nails now digging into the flesh of her palms.

“She’s not your pawn anymore. And if you try to keep me from her, I’ll blow this paradise of yours sky-high! I’ve got enough bombs to make that little heaven of yours look like rubble.”

There’s an uncomfortable silence that lingers after her words are spoke, but shortly after - the form slowly turns smaller and less bright, making Jinx thankful.

“Very well,” they finally relent, voice hollow.

“But know this, mortal: your bond with her cannot last. You will only bring her more pain.”

“And you cannot deny our orders forever. We have more power than you possibly imagine.”

With that, the light travels off elsewhere, leaving Jinx alone once more on the empty shore.

You don’t know how long you’ve been walking, the forest endlessly stretching all around you, the grass brushing against your feet as you continue to walk. The crashing of waves still manages to fill your ears, but it is still not able to keep drowning out the chaotic storm of your own thoughts.

It hurts. All of this hurts.

It shouldn’t, but it does anyway.

Leaving her was the only way, you tell yourself. If she stayed, she would forever hate you - wouldn’t she? There was no chance for either of you, ever. There never truly was.

She is a mortal meandering around without the knowledge that lies in the powers of those she barely knows of.

You drag yourself further away from her and deeper into the forest. You stop momentarily, your chest rising and falling with labored breaths, the tears on your cheeks now cold from the salty air from moments before.

Your mind races with images of Jinx from those very moments, however: her wild eyes, her expression as she looked up at you, the way she’d yelled after you, that vulnerability of hers for just a moment.

You kneel on the grassy floor, clutching your head, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of emotions crashing through you. Your tears drip into the blades of grass below, disappearing instantly, as if the island itself were swallowing your grief.

You try to focus on your resolve—to forget her, to let her go.

But it feels like trying to breathe underwater: suffocating and unnatural.

You take a moment before allowing yourself to fall on your side on the islands grassy floor, tears falling one after the other. The mist seems to grow denser ahead, swirling in unnatural patterns even as you lay on your side. Eventually, you find yourself squinting, unsure if your mind is playing tricks on you or if something, or someone, is moving within it.

Before you can decide, you hear it: a low hum, resonating in your chest like the strum of a string on a rather angelic instrument. The sound is faint, but it pulls at you, compelling you to rise. Against your better judgment, you lift yourself up by your elbows, staring at the mist as it.. contorts into something.

You should turn back, shouldn’t you?

But you don’t.

A soft, distant voice cuts through the silence surrounding you, faint and trembling, as though carried by the wind. At first, you can’t make out the words, but as you lean closer, they grow clearer:

“She’ll come for you.”

The voice isn’t Jinx’s, but it echoes with the same determination, the same desperation. Your breath catches in your throat as you shake your head with a bitter laugh, trying to push the voice away, but it clings to you like a shadow.

“No,” you whisper to yourself.

“She can’t. She won’t.”

But the voice is unrelenting, whispering again and again until it drowns out your thoughts entirely:

“She’ll come for you. She always will.”

A shiver runs down your spine, and slowly, you find yourself laying back down on your side, fluttering your eyes closed as you try to make yourself think of something else — ANYTHING ELSE besides this.

And suddenly, your mind wanders the meeting you had last night:

The evening air hung heavy with a solemn stillness, the kind that pressed against your chest and made every breath feel like a burden.

Nevertheless, you sat alone on the cliff’s edge, the ocean sprawling endlessly before you, its waves gently lapping at the rocks far below. The twilight sky melted into soft hues of lavender and rose, but the beauty of the scene was lost on you. It did not matter, you know. You… you really are a monster, you didn’t deserve to enjoy such beautiful moments.

Your hands trembled as they clutched your knees. Your thoughts churned endlessly, circling back to Jinx—her words, her defiance, and the way she just STARED at you after she’d slapped you.

And just as you were thinking of the incident, the faintest whisper of wind brushed past you, some sort of.. odd feeling of a being you couldn’t describe. However, you didn’t need to turn to know who it was; the soothing hum of magic and the faint scent of jasmine told you everything.

“Janna,” you murmured, your voice soft and weary.

The goddess finally stepped into view, her ethereal form seeming to shimmer like sunlight caught in the folds of silk. Her translucent blue robes flowed as though stirred by an unseen breeze. She truly did look like a goddess in this form, much better than some of her others.

“Dear goddess,” Janna spoke, her voice a gentle melody carried by the wind.

“I’ve come to speak with you about the mortal.”

Your chest IMMEDIATELY tightened, your fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes.

“You mean Jinx?..” you whispered, barely audible.

Janna’s gaze softened as she stepped closer to you. Even with her calming presence, you still had the worst feeling pooling within your stomach as you continued to avert your gaze from her.

“Her presence here has caused… ripples. The other gods are restless. They believe her defiance threatens the balance of this island, and of you.”

You shook your head, sighing.

“She’s not a threat. She—she cares about me. She’s just…” Your voice faltered as you tried to explain, to defend Jinx, but the weight of your own guilt dragged the words down.

“She is bold and unyielding,” Janna interrupted gently, her tone neither condemning nor approving.

“And that is why the gods have decided she must leave. For the sake of the island. For your sake.”

Your heart dropped at those words.

“No,” you said, almost instinctively, your voice trembling.

“She doesn’t have to leave. I can handle this. I—I can fix this—”

“(____).” Janna’s voice was soft yet firm before she let out a soft sigh. She knelt beside you, placing a light hand on your shoulder.

“This isn’t about blame. It’s about what is best for you. For her.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at Janna, your lips trembling.

“I mean.. she already hates me,” you whispered.

“She’ll never forgive me if I send her away, though.”

Janna’s expression remained calm, her gaze filled with an ancient understanding.

“Perhaps. But she will live. And so will you.”

Your hands fell limp at her sides, your gaze dropping to the ground. The weight of Janna’s words settled over her like a storm cloud brewing at the distance of the horizon. And as you thought of the way her sharp edges had softened just for you. And yet…

And yet, your mind returns to your failures, your mistakes.

“I’ve done terrible things,” You whispered, your voice barely audible once again.

“Hurt people. Hurt her. She deserves better than this.” You swallowed hard, closing your eyes against the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

“Maybe… maybe the gods are right. Maybe she should leave. It’s for the best.”

Janna’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, as though searching for the truth in your words. Finally, the goddess rose from beside you, hands folded behind her back.

“The choice is yours, Dear Goddess. But know this: love is not something the gods take lightly. What you share with her is rare… precious. Do not cast it aside without understanding the weight of what you will lose.”

With that, Janna turned and began to fade into the soft hues of the twilight, her presence dispersing like mist on the wind.

You remained seated, your shoulders hunched as silent tears traced paths down your cheeks.

Jinx would be better off far from her, far from the island and its burdens, wouldn’t she?

And yet, as the stars began to dot the sky above, a small voice within you whispered that she was breaking something she could never truly repair.

A warm liquid trickles down your cheek.

As you reach up, you realize it's a tear.

Ah, you didn’t even realize it.

You let out a small bitter laugh, falling back down on your side before your shifted, now looking up at the midnight sky above you.

So beautiful..

But beauty cannot erase the pain that all of these actions have caused.

And so, now you find yourself slipping in and out of consciousness - eyes fluttering every once in a while.

It takes you a while, but slumber finally finds you, and you have one of the most terrible nights of rest ever.

Days, or maybe even weeks, pass in silence on the island once more much to Jinx’s displeasure. You’ve both done this so many times, it’s gotten annoying. But she cannot find you anywhere she looks as desperate as she tries, though remains stubbornly on the island, refusing to give up on you. To waste the time, she spends hours tinkering with gadgets or staring out at the ocean, muttering curses at the gods under her breath.

Then one evening, as the sun bleeds crimson into the horizon, you finally return. You’re quiet and pale, all of your happiness dulled, as though the island itself has leeched off of your energy.

And Jinx doesn’t waste a second upon seeing you enter the walk closer to her near the shore.

“Trinket.” She stands up, heart pounding as she approaches cautiously.

You avert your gaze from her, taking a shaky deep breath.

“You should’ve left.”

“Not gonna happen.” Jinx steps closer, her voice softening.

“You’re not alone anymore. I told you I’m not leaving.”

You shake your head, tears already welling in your eyes.

“Why do you keep fighting for me? I’m broken. I’ve ruined everything. Besides, if you stay here.. you’ll never be able to see the outside world again!”

Jinx stops just inches from her and cups your cheek—this time, her touch is gentle, her fingers lingering where they’d once struck you.

“You’re not broken, Angel. You’re just scared. Same as me.”

You look up, startled by the tenderness in Jinx’s voice.

“I said things I didn’t mean. I know messed up.” Jinx’s voice catches, something you might’ve not noticed if you weren’t paying so much attention to each of her words.

“But you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like I’m not some lost cause, that I'm worth fighting for. So if you think I’m giving that up- giving you up? You’re dumber than you look.”

A tear slips down your cheek as you laugh faintly, a small smile gracing your lips.

“You always have a way with words, Pixie, don’t you?” Jinx grins at the small comment before chuckling herself.

“Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and let me fix this.”

You hesitate for a moment before falling into Jinx’s arms. For the first time in what feels like centuries, you let yourself believe, just a little, that you’re not alone anymore.

Jinx holds you impossibly close, feeling the weight of your trembling shoulders against her own. For a long moment, neither of you speak. The quiet is only broken by the rhythm of the waves against the shore nearby.

The last light of the sun bathes the two of you in hues of gold and crimson, as if the world itself were holding its breath for you both.

Jinx pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. She wipes away the tear on your cheek with her thumb, her hand lingering there for a second longer than necessary.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, trinket.” Her voice is quieter now, lacking its usual sharp edges that she spoke so casually with usually.

“You can try to push me away, yell at me, slap me if you want, but I’m staying here. Because I want to. Because you… mean something to me.”

Your lips part as though to say something, but no words come out. Your heart feels as though it’s caught in your throat, something warm pooling within your chest as you stare at her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jinx murmurs with a faint, nervous grin.

“Like I’m saying something stupid..”

You shake your head quickly, your hands gripping the front of Jinx’s top, as though afraid to let go - that if you did, she’d disappear.

“You’re not. You’re… you’re really not.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Jinx’s grin falters as she leans closer, searching your eyes for any trace of doubt.

“I don’t care what the gods say. I don’t care about whatever twisted plans they have for you. You’re mine, Angel. And I…” She hesitates for the first time, the words heavy on her tongue. She’s scared.

But..

“I love you.”

You freeze, your breath hitching while your eyes widen at the bluette’s words.

Jinx laughs nervously, rubbing the back of her neck.

“There. I said it. Now you can—”

“You love me?” You cut her off, your voice wavering as you say each syllable. Your expression is something more akin to joy.

Genuine and authentic joy.

Something you haven’t allowed yourself to feel in so long.

Jinx smirks faintly at you.

“Yeah, I do. And don’t you dare make me say it again.”

You laugh through your tears, and you quickly cup Jinx’s face with both hands. And this time? Your touch is soft, steady, and filled with the tenderness as the words the woman before you had just spoken.

“You’re not the only one who’s afraid,” you admit, your own voice shaking. But neither of you seem to mind.

“Jinx… I love you too. I think I always have. From the moment you washed ashore, even with how weird that sounds.”

Jinx blinks, her breath catching at the words before her lips curl into a soft, genuine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Guess we’re both messed up, huh?”

“I guess so.” You take a deep breath, grinning with delight.

Jinx chuckles softly as your hands slide to her shoulders, pulling her closer. Neither of you hesitates this time. And your lips meet in a kiss. It’s soft and tender, something you wish could last forever. The ocean wind seems to still for the moments as you both are too immersed within the kiss, hell— it feels like everything has just stopped entirely, and that it’s just the both of you here.

When you both finally pull back, Jinx grins, her forehead resting against your own.

“Took us long enough, didn’t it?”

“It doesn’t matter how long it took. You’re here now.” You replied, gently booping her nose as you smile wider.

and she gets an.. idea.

“One more, then? I think my appetite has grown for more than just some food tonight.” Jinx smirks, pulling you closer to her by your hips

You find yourself giggling before you nod, capturing her lips in a kiss once more.

The gods watch in silence from their unseen perch, all coalesced together as they stare down at you both.

Who would’ve known that sheer love for one another could foil their plans?

“I think they’re quite cute together!” One exclaims, before quickly being nudged by another god

“Still. She’s meant to suffer, not find LOVE!” The god yelps, hands on their hips.

“What do we even do?” Another asks with a soft tone, fidgeting with their fingers.

Silence overpowers the perch before whispers begin to spread from all around, gods talking amongst themselves of what to do before one raises a hand, causing all of the ones around them immediately silence, listening to what the figure had to say.

“We sit and watch for now. If anything needs to happen, however..” They pause for a mere second before continuing.

“We’ll be sure to take care of it.”

[sehodreams]

they agreed (more like he demanded) that he's the breadwinner while she stays home. but she gets bored and wants to make some money on the side (such as selling the honey that she cultivates in their garden, or selling flowers from her garden). conservative toxic riize reaction? u dont have to do all mmbrs btw 💣

Ahhhh my sweet little 💣, always bringing balance to my blog 💘

TW and Tags: toxic!conservative!riize, use of violence and gaslighting.

I think the only one who would hate that is Eunseok, the others don't mind that you have a job, or if you were doing those little works, they wouldn't give them too much importance, after all, for them they are insignificant little things in your life that at the end don't take too much of your time, and you would still be pretty much focused on them, so they would even laugh telling his friends and calling it "my wife's little hobby".

Eunseok is the only one who would burn inside, and would lose himself for a second. If you sold some of your pretty flowers to your neighbors or friends, he would say something like, "what do you need more money for? What I give you is not enough? Are you trying to tell me that what I earn from my hard work, even if it pays all our bills and keeps you well fed and dressed, is nothing to you?". Feeling like you're disrespecting him, he'd show you that side you never liked to see and that always pushed you to do your best to satisfy him. However, cleaning, looking pretty and giving him your sole focus when he was at home was not enough, he wants to control your every thought and action so you never act out and always behave like a real married woman should.

Sure you'd shake your head denying his words, telling him that you were only bored and wanted to do something on your own to keep yourself busy when he wasn't around, but doesn't matter how much you try to explain yourself to make him understand, he'll never do it, getting more angry with every word that comes out of your mouth since you're treating him like an idiot and talking back when you should've just nodded and immediately stop with his word.

Nothing would be enough to calm him after that, he'd destroy your garden, containing himself to not burn it down, he'd tell you to forget about flowers ever again, smashing the pots that decorated it one by one in front of your crying face, taking away the only place that made you feel some sort of happiness without him. Also, just to prove even more his point, he'd fuck you in front of it, and pushing your naked chest to the cristal of the sliding door, he'd order you to look at it. If you closed your eyes, simply with his hand pressing on your jaw or throat, like instinct your body would comply his wish, making you see with blurry eyes all your pretty creations scattered around like garbage, saying with a soft but firm voice, "I love you honey, but I can't let you disrespect me like that, you understand that I do what I do for your own good, right?", smiling when you nodded, because just like he wanted, since you two started, you had convinced yourself he did everything out of love.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 - 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 [𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤]:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.8k (phewww it’s been a while since i posted something this long—)

𝙖/𝙣: AHHHH MORE CHANGBIN @hearted-anon

𝙩/𝙬: heavy use of restraints, changbin get taken care of

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“I mean, you were practically asking for it.” Minho scoffed, staring down at Changbin, who was bound to the wall of the living room in pretty lengths of ribbon. 

“See? You even conveniently had the ribbon in your favorite color.” Minho tugged at the light red fabric. 

“T-That wasn’t meant for…!” Changbin tried to salvage what was left of his dignity, tugging at the ribbon and whining with a face painted in red blush.  

“What, hm? Don’t try to lie to me, you wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” Minho laughed in disbelief, shaking his head. 

Changbin shook his head aggressively, eyes staring unconvincingly up at Minho, who pondered for a moment. 

“Hmmm…I’ll change that answer soon enough~” He simpered down at the rapper, who’s eyes widened as his thighs quivered from the standing position he was stuck in. 

“I would start…but I don’t want to break you before the others have a go, don’t you think?” Minho grinned like a cheshire cat when Binnie gasped. 

“N-No!” He heaved, twisting and grunting when he was unable to pull off the ribbons. 

“Oh, yes. You’ve been wanting this since I mentioned it to you last time, huh?” Minho laughed cruelly. 

Changbin whimpered at the dancer’s words, doubt suddenly filling his mind. ‘Do I really want this?’ He felt ashamed and embarrassed, eye filling with tears. 

The second Min noticed, the cold demeanor was gone. “H-Hey, bunny. I’m sorry, that was mean.” He scrambled over to the bound boy, rubbing at his chubby cheeks and smiling gently down at him. 

“Hyung was too mean?~” He cooed, cupping Binnie’s cheeks with his hands, causing the rapper to pout and nod. “It’s okay, I’ll never mean any of those teases, yeah?” He sighed. 

“I think your little liking is adorable, got it? The cutest thing ever. Don’t be embarrassed, I’m just teasing you, bunny.” He giggled when Binnie’s cheeks took on that familiar red blush he loved so dearly. 

“Well, in that case, I’m off to dance practice!” He turned on his heel and grabbed his bag, ignoring Bin’s pleads for mercy. 

—————————

“And then he—” Both Chan and Jisung stopped in their tracks the second they spotted a certain rapper on their living room wall. 

“Binnie? Who did this—Oh~” Chan cackled as Changbin rolled his eyes. 

Jisung stuck his tongue in his cheek. Something about the older’s position did wonders for his ler mood, and he decided to give in to his want. 

Channie blinked in confusion, but followed as Hanji walked up to Binnie, who basically shrunk under his gaze. 

“Hyung~” Jisung whispered, forcing Changbin to make eye contact. “Do you know what’s gonna happen to you now?” 

Chan immediately latched his fingers onto the boy’s armpits, causing poor Binnie to squeal and almost lose balance. 

Chan squeezed up and down the area and massaged the center with his thumb, a tactic that worked extremely well on the bound dwaekki. 

“CHAHAHAHAN!!” He howled, throwing his head back against the wall but screaming when he felt a certain quokka’s fingers go straight to his tummy pudge, toying at it with his fingers. 

“AAAAH!! NOHAHAAHAHA!!” Changbin screeched, gasping for air before letting out an earth-shattering squeal as Jisung drilled into his sides with his thumbs. “PLEASE—!! AAGHHAHAAHA STAHAHAA—” 

He was losing his mind already, and he knew the two were just getting started, much to his misery and their delight. 

Chan walked his fingers down to Binnie’s ribs, ignoring the way the middle shook his head desperately, and clawed at them roughly with his fingernails, startled when Changbin jolted with a scream and began thrashing harder than ever. 

Chan lightened up on his tickling; he knew Changbin probably couldn’t handle much more. 

Jisung, meanwhile decided on torturing the poor dwaekki’s ribs to his heart’s content, and he had found a technique he enjoyed specifically. 

Taking his index and his middle finger on each hand and curving them, he latched onto the crevice of the middle rib and shook them at an intense frequency, along with a “du-du-du-du” sound effect. 

Changbin threw his whole body against the wall with a sharp wail, twisting away when the fingers only followed. 

Chan noticed how the rapper’s laughter became deeper. “Woah, Jisung, its like you’re changing the sound settings on him!” He cackled when Changbin whined through his deep cackles. 

“STAAHAAHAHAAHA!!” Was the only thing Binnie could get past his mushy brain. 

“Wait—See if he laughs differently on other ribs.” Chan instructed, Jisung clenching his fingers onto the boy’s bottom ribs and using the same technique. 

Changbin let out a plethora of happy squeals, face scrunching up in a frankly adorable grin. 

“Awhhh…look at him!” Chan cooed, and Jisung smiled down at the shorter boy while moving a rib up on both sides, causing Changbin to still and let out a high-pitched peal of squeaky cackles. 

Binnie knew he couldn’t take it when Chan‘s fingers went right back to scribbling over his armpits, using his fingernails. 

“AGHAHAAHAA—STAHAHA!! IHI GIHIHIVE!! I GIHIVE IHIHIN!! PLEHEHEEHEASE!!” Changbin wheezed when the fingers moved up a rib yet again. 

“Just a few more, then you’re done.” Jisung reassured, latching onto the rapper’s third highest rib. Changbin shook his head desperately as tears started to drip down his cheeks. 

“How about we make this quicker?” Chan walked over and used the same movements as Jisung on the second highest rib, and Binnie let out a raw scream before his laughter began to cut in and out. 

The poor rapper gasped as his head dropped against Chan’s shoulder, pleading at the top of his lungs and tugging at his restraints weakly. 

The second Jisung touched his highest rib, his weak spot, Changbin was gone, laughter pin drop silent as his whole body shook with mirth. 

Jisung knuckled in a little further just to tease him, earning an out of breath gasp before letting up completely. 

“You okay?” The youngest asked, patting Binnie’s cheek against Chan’s shoulder, the older noticing his eyes droop tiredly. “We might have broken him.” 

“Whoops.” Jisung gulped nervously, jabbing at the rapper’s belly button to check for life and smiling when the boy jolted with a squeak. “Stohop no mohore!”

“Okay, okay.” Hannie kneaded gently along the older’s belly with enough force that it didn’t tickle, causing Changbin to sigh contentedly at the feeling. 

“Are we supposed to untie you now…or do we leave you for the next member…?” Chan asked, Changbin flushing red at the idea that he had to choose. 

“Um, Minho hyung…wanted me to stay like this…uh—” Changbin stammered, blushing even redder when Chan and Jisung gave him matching teasy expressions.  

“Okay, then. See you later then, after Min’s finished with you.” Chan laughed. “Then again, we might not see you later.”

Changbin gulped at that. He was so screwed. 

—————————

After about twenty minutes, which involved some loud groaning and boredom, finally…finally the front door opened. 

Hyunjin set his water bottle on the counter, not even noticing a certain rapper tied to the wall.  

“Hmmhmhm…” Hyunjin hummed, suddenly glancing towards Binnie and letting out a dramatic scream, jumping backwards as his long limbs crashed onto the counter. 

Hyune held his hand to his chest, gasping dramatically. “Oh my god, you scared me! Why are you all…you know?” He gestured his hands in a circular motion. 

“It’s all Minho hyung’s fault.” Changbin grumbled, rolling his eyes as Hyune approached him. 

The door opened again, and Felix walked in. “Brownie delivery!~” He sang, placing a box on the counter and turning to the two boys. 

Lixie blinked a few times. “Uh…” 

“Minho hyung left him like this.” Hyunjin gestured to Binnie, who waved awkwardly with one hand high in the air. 

“Oh?” Felix walked over, holding his hand out to trace along Changbin’s neck, the older letting out a tiny squeal along with some cute giggles. “Cutie~”

Hyunjin smiled fondly down at the shorter boy, watching him squeeze his eyes shut at the lightest of traces. 

Binnie yelped when he felt two fingers trail along his left cheek. 

“Awhhh, even your cheeks are ticklish?” Hyunjin cooed, tracing his nails on the skin and gazed at the way Binnie melted into a puddle of giggles as Felix moved his fingers to the shell of his ear. 

“Hyung, you’re too cute, I swear I’m gonna cry.” Felix pouted, moving to the nape of his neck; Changbin hiccuping through his teary eyed snickers. 

“Nohohoho~!” He shook his head side to side, and Felix got the hint to move on. 

Dropping to his knees, Felix handed Hyunjin the hem of the rapper’s shirt, pressing what felt like a million soft kisses and nibbles to what he knew was his favorite belly in the whole world, while the dancer latched on hand to his side, blowing air onto the dwaekki’s ear. 

Changbin began squirming through high pitched giggles, tummy twitching under his lers’ lips. Tears gathered prettily on his lashes as his smile only became wider. 

“Aren’t you so adorable~” Hyunjin trailed his fingers along the back side of the rapper’s side, earning a breathless squeal from the poor boy. 

The two lers drank in every detail of Changbin’s body language, the way he stamped his foot into the ground desperately, the way he muffled his giggles and hid his flushed red face in his bicep and the way his body shook with mirth. 

“Aaaahahhaa!! Stohahaha ihi cahant!!” Binnie pleaded, squealing when a smooch was placed onto his belly button, his shy smile only growing wider. 

“But…cute….” Felix gave the older puppy eyes from his place on his knees, and Changbin gave in almost immediately. “Fihihine!! Fuhuhuck ihit really tihihickles!!” Binnie stammered through his giggles. 

“Does it? Does it really? Don’t you like it?” Hyunjin teased into the dwaekki’s ear, causing him to scrunch up with a gasp. Hyune continued to trail his fingers along the rapper’s ear, pressing light kisses to his neck. 

Felix loved the sweet giggles pouring from Changbin’s lips and decided to move to a different spot. 

Deciding on his thighs, Lix used his nails to trace along the sensitive skin, observing the way it jumped away from his touch and choosing to follow it. 

Hyunjin meanwhile, moved to Binnie’s sides, squishing the eldest’s love handles fondly, massaging his hands ticklishly into his sensitive waist. 

“P-Plehehease nohot thehere!” Changbin pleaded, a shriek making its way out of his throat when fingernails skittered gently down the areas. 

“But yes there~” 

Hyunjin yelped when Bin’s knees gave out, catching him around the waist even though the rapper’s trembling thighs were supported by his bonds. “Okay, Lix, maybe he’s done…” 

“Okay, baby.” Lixie let up, racing to grab their victim a glass of water and a brownie, which Changbin happily accepted along with the gentle belly rubs he received from Hyunjin. 

—————————

Around ten minutes later, a certain puppy wandered into the dorm, searching for Hyunjin when he spotted his prey. 

“Changbin hyung? Why are you all tied up like that?” He smirked, and Binnie could feel his cheeks reddening. 

“Ask Minho hyung—” He scoffed, turning his head when Seungmin approached him. 

“I know what he did~” Suengmin interrupted, watching Changbin’s whole body squirm when he pressed a finger to his ribs. 

Minnie noticed the way Bin’s bare feet scrunched on the floor, and he had an idea. 

Dropping to his knees, he turned his back to Changbin and grabbed his left foot, pulling it over his shoulder. 

“Ah! I’m gonna fall you little—AGH!!” Changbin screeched when a poke made its way under his pinky toe. 

Binnie struggled to balance on one foot, right leg trembling, so Seungmin used his other hand to steady the older before using his arm to pull Changbin’s toes back entirely. 

“Any last words?” Seungmin teased, watching the rapper’s face morph into horror was he realized what was coming his way. 

“N-No. Put my foot down. Seungmin I’m being seriousss—AAAHAHAA!! No, stop!!” Changbin cackled loudly when Seungmin scraped up his foot once with five fingers. 

“Good to see you’re just as sensitive as always, hyung.” Seungmin continued nonchalantly. 

“I am not sensitive!” Changbin retorted, immediately regretting his words the second Seungmin’s fingers descended on his foot. 

Seungmin grinned his menacing grin as he scribbled up and down the rapper’s foot in quick, small movements that had Changbin throw his head back in the absolute howl of laughter he let out. 

“STAAAAHAHAGHAAA!! I SAID STOHOHOHOHOP!!” Changbin squealed, knees trembling as the younger regained his grip on his foot and continued his tickly assault. 

“Hmmm…” Minnie hummed in response, focusing on scraping up and down the dwaekki’s arch, a known weak spot on the boy. 

“OH MY—OH MY GAHAAHAAHAAA!!” Changbin screamed, throwing his head side it side in ticklish agony. 

Seungmin decided to make things worse, using his fingernails to scribble on the same area, which earned yet another ticklish scream before Changbin’s laugh got high pitched and quick, cackles pouring from him endlessly. 

“NO!! NONONO SEUNGMIN—AHHHAHA!! STAHAAHAAAHA I CAHAHANT!!” Poor Binnie descended into more uncontrollable mirth when the vocalist attacked the soft area under his toes with a vigor, using his fingernails to scratch around. 

“Oh? But you love it, don’t you? Tell me you love it.” Seungmin only scraped harder at the skin under his grasp, listening to Changbin losing his mind behind him. 

“NOHOHOHO I DOHOHOHONT!!” Changbin screamed, suddenly jolting as Seungmin switched to his other foot. 

“Well, if you say you love it, I might stop. But of course you insist on being a liar.” Seungmin sighed softly, voice contrasting the intensity at which he tickled the poor dwaekki’s foot. 

“Now let’s try again. Do. You. Love. It?” Seungmin scribbled up the boy’s foot with every word, earning a strained laugh with every movement. 

“OKAHAHAHAAY!! IHI LOHOHOHOVE IHIHIT!!” Changbin threw his head back with a high pitched squeal when the vocalist continued with his previous technique, scraping up and down the arch of his foot and moving in circular motions, only making Binnie squirm more and cackle desperately. 

“How much do you love it?~” Seungmin teased, raking his nails at the skin under the rapper’s toes. 

“IHIHI LOHOHOVE IHIT SOHOHO MUHUHUHUCHH!!” Changbin cackled, face flushing a bright red at his confession, even more when he found out it was true. 

“It seems I’ve taught you something.” Seungmin smiled, lightening up his movements to give the poor rapper’s trembling foot a chance. “Now tell me, did you enjoy this?” 

Changbin panted, out of breath with tears soaking the collar of his shirt, eyes drooping exhaustedly, but he nodded anyway, slumping against his ribbons. 

“How cute~” Seungmin cooed, letting go of the rapper’s foot and gently wiping away the tears, heart swelling with pride at the idea that he did this. 

“Do you need anything, anything at all?” Seungmin asked, gently squishing the older’s cheeks, a gentle contrast to the teasing demeanor he had while wrecking him. “Cutie pie~” 

“Hyung? What did you do to him, Seungmin?” Jeongin laughed at the sight of poor Changbin, cheeks red and eyes exhausted. 

“Minho hyung left him tied up here, so I took advantage while I could.” Seungmin shrugged. 

“Oh…is he tired…?” Jeongin asked, walking up to Binnie and massaging his arms out, sympathy lacing through his voice. 

“Tihireddd…” The dwaekki mumbled, quietly preening at the way the maknaes pampered him. 

“Awhhh, he likes this~” Innie cooed. 

“Isn’t he so cute?~” Seungmin teased. “You know, I was wrecking the poor thing and he was telling me he loved it.” He finished with a  pout, Jeongin cooing even more. 

Changbin could feel his ears heating up as he blushed a deep red, the teasing was certainly something he couldn’t handle. 

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“LEHEHEHET GOHOHOHOOO!!” Poor Changbin whined; the maknaes were set on tormenting him again. 

Seungmin held his biceps to the wall, struggling slightly because of the pure size of it, while Innie scribbled over his armpits and chest until Binnie was too weak to even attempt to stop the vocalists. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE!!” The rapper squeaked desperately, the maknae only increasing his speed and intensity until Changbin was cackling out apologies. 

“IHIHIM SORRYYY!! SOHOHO SOHOHOHORRY!!”

“Look, we’ve got him so brain-dead that he doesn’t even know what he’s apologizing for.” Seungmin teased, immobilizing the rapper’s arms once more. 

“Please…please nohoho!!” Changbin gasped as Jeongin moved his hands to his sides, squeezing up and down gently before falling to his knees, handing Seungmin the hem of Binnie’s shirt and pressing his lips to the rapper’s left side. 

“Wait…wait Ayen-ah. Please. Anything but that. Don’t. DOHOHOHONT DOHOHO THAHAHAT!!” Changbin squealed, falling prey to his lers yet again. 

Seungmin laughed along with the teary eyed boy, content with watching Jeongin work his magic, or more so his fingers as they scribbled over the rapper’s thighs. 

“STAHAAHAAAHAAP!! AGHH AHAHAYEN PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” 

“He’s so desperate!” Seungmin chirped from beside him, certainly not helping matters as Changbin only flushed a deeper red. 

“MAHAAHAHAAKE IHIT STAHAHAHAAP!!” Changbin pleaded, frantic laughter pouring from him as he wiggled away the best he could. 

“Okay, Innie he might tap out soon.” Seungmin warned, the maknae mumbling agreement onto the rapper’s side, causing Binnie to let out a ticklish shriek. 

“OKAHAY OKAY PLEHEASEE!!” Changbin gasped, arms and legs trembling in desperation. 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re done. At least until Minho hyung gets you.” Jeongin rolled his eyes. 

“C’mon, don’t be mean. Poor hyung’s probably been standing here for hours!” 

Changbin hummed in response when Seungmin wrapped an arm around him to support his trembling body. 

“Hmmm…I’ll just make it quicker by calling Minho hyung now!” Jeongin immediately pulled out his phone, listening to the rapper pleading with a smile before pressing the call button. 

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The wait from the moment the two maknaes left to the moment Minho walked in through the front door was the most anticipatory time Changbin had ever gone through. 

He knew he was gonna get wrecked badly. 

Minho set his bag back on the counter and walked over, and Changbin looked away in embarrassment. 

“No, no. Look at me, bunny.” Minho gently pushed the boy’s cheek until he looked him in the eye. 

“Hey, does it hurt?” Minho checked the bonds, noticing red scarring on the boy’s wrists from the sharp tugging he had been doing all day. 

He pressed at the area beside Binnie’s armpit, under his bicep, an area that had been stretched for hours, and his eyebrows furrowed at the audible groan the younger emitted from the touch. 

“C’mon.” Minho grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped it all off, eyes saddening at the way Binnie’s eyes clouded with relief. 

“You could’ve told me it hurt, bunny.” Minho watched the dwaekki’s body tremble in exhaustion. 

Changbin didn’t respond. 

“Let’s go?” He scooped the rapper into his arms, not ignoring the way Changbin shoved his head into his neck. 

Minho took Binnie into his bedroom, closing the door with his foot and dropping the younger onto the bed. 

He grabbed the massage oil and sat on the backs of Changbin’s thighs. The dwaekki didn’t resist. 

“Bunny, can you say something? Are you okay?” Minho rubbed his hand comfortingly along Changbin’s back. 

“M’okay, just tired…” Binnie slurred, and Minho made a noise of sympathy before grabbing the oil and pouring it all over the boy’s back. 

After about half an hour of massaging, Changbin was starting to feel sleepy. 

“Hyunggg…” He whined. Minho paused his movements with a hum. 

“If you’re gonna tickle me, you should do it before I fall asleep...” 

“Oh? Does our Binnie want to be tickled?~” Minho teased, causing the dwaekki to flush a deep red. 

“Fine.” Minho started. “Do you want me to be rough?”

“yes please.” Came Changbin’s low whisper. 

“Okay, then.” 

Minho didn’t even bother flipping Bin over, just started kneading his sides like crazy, prompting a high-pitched scream before hands were shooting back to grip at his. 

“Too weak?” Minho asked nonchalantly, vibrating his fingers in further and watching Changbin lose it beneath him. 

“THEHE OIL MAHAHAKES IT WOHOHORSE!!” Binnie yelped, letting out a high-pitched wail when fingers scraped down his back. 

“Oh, our bunny has a sensitive back?” Minho cooed, grinning at the boy as he screamed with laughter. 

“YEHEHEHES!!” 

“Awhhh~” Minho cooed. “Now remember how you said you didn’t want this earlier? Let’s change that answer, shall we?” 

He flipped the red-faced rapper over and pinned his arms up, using his other hand to plunge deep into Binnie’s armpit. 

Wiggling his fingers around ticklishly, Min relished in Changbin’s shriek and watched as he dissolved into hysterical laughter. 

“HYUHUHUHUHUNG!! PLEHEHEASE NOT THERE!!”

“Not there? I heard yes there.” Minho laughed, moving to his sides again. 

“Don’t you looove this spot?~” Min smiled, moving his fingers to the boy’s lower sides and sticking his nails just underneath the waistband of Bin’s sweatpants. 

Changbin screamed, bucking away from the fingers but unable to escape. 

“Oh? Is that a weak spot I see?” Minho teased, scribbling around with his nails and pressing them further in, only relishing in poor Changbin’s frantic laughter. 

Binnie cackled crazily, shoving at the torturously ticklish fingers. “HYUNG!! HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE OHO MY GAHAAAHAHAASSH!!” 

“Awhh, you haven’t even told me to stop. You’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?” Minho cooed. 

Changbin shook his head in denial, tears welling up as he desperately tried to escape the older’s grasp. 

“Don’t you wanna just…stay with me~? Here, forever, with me just tickling you all the time?” Minho teased in a low voice. “I know you want that, so tell me. What do you want me to do?” 

“TIHIHIHICKLE ME!!” Changbin squealed. “Hm? I don’t think I heard you over all that laughter.” 

“PLEHEHEEASE TIHICKLE ME!! PLEHEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!”

“Awe, you’re just too cute, but you asked for this.” Minho leaned in to blow a raspberry to Binnie’s squirming belly. 

“AGHHAAAHAAHAHAAA!! PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!!”

“Please stop? Where did that come from? And I thought we were doing so well.” Min sighed. “I guess I have to be a little rougher now~” Followed by fingers scribbling over the rapper’s ribs and sides along with torturous raspberries to his navel. 

“NOOOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!!” Bin pleaded, he felt like his mind was melting and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. 

Minho laughed. “No more? Are you sure? That’s the wrong answer, you know. I think the right answer is ‘Please more’, don’t you think?” He scraped up and down the sides of Changbin’s pecs. “Go ahead, let’s try again.”

“NO—STAAAAAHHAGH!!” Changbin let out a strangled squeal. “PLEHEHEHEASE MOHOHOHORE!!” He felt his face heat up, like someone had turned up his internal thermomostat. 

“Aweee, see? Now that’s the right answer.” Minho cooed. 

He scribbled along the oiled, sensitive skin, enjoying the way it squirmed and shook under his nails and the way Changbin tensed up with a scream every time. 

“Now, did you want this?”

Binnie knew better than to resist, especially when another raspberry was placed onto his ribs, sending him into a frenzy. “YEHEHEHEEHEHESSS!!” He nodded. 

“Okay, okay I can hear you gasping.” Min let go. “Now, we’ve learned something today, right?” Binnie nodded again, completely out of breath. 

“Cutie pie.” Minho rubbed up and down the rapper’s torso. 

“Sleep, bunny. I’ll be right here.” Minho whispered, pulling the boy into his arms and kissing his forehead gently. 

Safe to say, Minho’s need for revenge was satiated. 

[obsessive-dumpling]

Okay! I saw it! Let's talk about it!

AHHHH! It was so good! It was ALMOST everything I wanted. There were a couple moments I felt like Bones was trying to minimize the gravity of this apology. Specifically, the lack of transition of Izuku's eyes.

When Katsuki first confronts Izuku, and starts at the beginning of their story (them being shown as young children) Izuku's eyes are completely void.

As Izuku begins to realize what's happening (when they reach their middle school timeline) we see his eyes coming back.

By their high school timeline he looks stunned and his eyes are lightening and becoming wider.

As he hears his name, his eyes have come back entirely.

By the end, his eyes are clear, present, his pupils are blown wide and light has finally returned them.

In the manga Horikoshi very intentionally shows Izuku's eyes becoming lighter and more present with every line that Katsuki says. Almost as if, Katsuki is slowly bringing Izuku back to life. Bones opted to leave those details out and that super sucks. This scene is so beautiful and powerful because even though it is BAKUGO'S moment, it's HIS apology that he's been agonizing over for months, it's still equally about both of them. It's still their give and take. It's so /them/ meeting each other where they're at, no matter what, and filling a role for each other that no one else could possibly fill. And by removing Izuku's part in that, you miss the full impact.

BUT it would be wrong of me not to acknowledge all the wonderful things Bones DID do in the episode. The rest of the animation was genuinely stunning. And Okamoto did an amazing job of bringing Katsuki's words to life. He made him so soft and I will forever be grateful for his portrayal. At first I was a bit upset he didn't do the pause indicated in the manga before saying Izuku's name but honestly...I like the change. I like that Katsuki says "Izuku" so confidently and without reserve. Because he knows he can. And he knows Izuku will accept it despite the fact that he probably shouldn't. It was a very nice change.

I loved that we got more shojo glow throughout, I also loved how they handled Katsuki's catch scene and Izuku finally feeling safe enough to sleep. That wasn't in the manga people! The catch was, yes, but NOT the panning in on Izuku's face as he relaxes into Katsuki's arms and falling asleep! That was a nice bonus touch that [not completely] helps balance out the loss of the eyes animation.

Overall, the handling of chapter 322 was done with a care I can appreciate. I can't wait to see how they handle our boys next big scene. 💚🧡

[tansyuduri]

Merlin Loregasm Rewatch S1E3

Hi Everyone! Welcome to my rewatch of Merlin focusing on the lore. I am a giant nerd so pretty excited about this. THE MARK OF NIMUEH!

Gaius saying that people must not see this and they would panic is likley NOT just because this looks magical as hell. See we know from later episodes that while Gaius has mastered herb lore for many ailments and injuries and anatomy as well (This is also important as it also hints that Christianity has not spread and thus it being forbidden to cut up human bodies to learn how they work is not a thing.) He and thus likly Camalot in general still base medicine on the Humors System.

This system attributed most illness to an imbalance of the four bodily fluids or humors. (Worth looking up if you wanna know more) NOW since in the system everyone has a diferant balance of humors it could explain individual illnesses A LOT BETTER than many plagues (Why would everyone suddenly have the same imbalance of the Humors) This would usually lead to the idea that an individual's chance to get or die from the plage was due to preestablished susceptibility to the plague (explained later) Or the heavens being angry. WHY PLAUGE HAPPENS usually was attributed to Miasma (explained later in post) or the heavens being angry. AND YOU DON'T WANT PEOPLE THINKING THE HEAVENS ARE ANGRY.

Gaius is VERY ahead of his time in medicine by thinking that illness could be spread though air, food, or water later on. It hints that despite the humors system being in use medical understanding is more advanced in Camalot then it was most of the medieval ages. This is very possibly due to the fact that despite killing sorcerers (Or perhaps Gaius being an exception because he learned pre purge.)

Old pagan knowledge of herbs had not been crushed. AND what's more no one was going around murdering regular herbalists ETC suspecting they were evil magic users, Mostly because they had REAL magic users to hunt. Still the spread by water air or food we see mentioned later is WAY Ahead of its time.

Okay Gwen giving her father smoked pigeon as a seeminly every day meal perhaps continues my conept of Gwens father being a HIGHLY skilled blacksmith that serves the knights.

Meat was a rarity for the medieval commoner (We see this a lot in what Gaius and Merlin eat reguarly. Meat is a treat for them.) Pigeons were likely not eaten widely as anything but wild meat until the Norman period. Which means someone had to hunt and kill that bird. Which means this meat was bought or traded for. Which means Gwens family had the money for treats beyond the bare essentials (If we ignore history due to the show's anachronism we still have to compare this to Giaus and Merlin's usual food. (I know they talk about dresses later when he gets a really good job but we'll talk about that then. I'm also assuming this is everyday fare for them based on how they act.)

Okay its time to talk about how Gaius and Merlin talk about disease spreading through water or contact or food is HUGELY Advanced for its time. See from the forth centery BCE to the early 1800s CE Disease was a result of the humors, The anger of the Heavens, or Miasma (bad air emitting from rotten organic matter or other things.) This means that despite humorism being the main theory there is SOME understanding in the Merlin world that disease can be spread many ways. I really don't think they have germ theory though so I think they are just more advanced.

"He's got a grave Mental disease" AHHHH OKAY! So this means the Merlin world has a concept of Mental illness and that it's different from regular body illnesses. And this knowlage is common. Again this is HUGLY advanced for the time. So Humorism is the main theory! BUT They have concepts like infection, Mental illness, and an understanding disease can come from many places. All I can think is that this comes from having Magic in the world. And being able to actually study Anatomy. The people of the Merlin world understand the world better than most because they have more tools to study the world.

Okay so I love how Merlin plays fast and loose with magical creatures. (Especially because I can too writing my Merlin fics) I think the Afanc might be based PARTLY on the folklore Afanc but also had a bit of the Jewish Gollum in it with the born of clay thing. ANYHOW The Afanc is a creature from Welsh Mythology Its a lake monster that most closely resembles a crocadile, beaver, dwarf. It prayed on swimmers mostly or people who fell in water. There is a lot more but it is interesting that some Legends say King Arthur killed it!

Okay! So! see this candle!? This was a historical early method of keeping time. Each mark would be about an hour and as the candle burned down one would know the hours had passed! OPnce gunpower showed up they would sometimes put a bit in each hour as an alarm of sorts! I don't think this is a Gunpowder version!

So yeah this came from greek philosophy and was a thing for most of european history. The elements Water, Fire, Earth, and Air. were viewed as the building blocks of the world. Originaly air was viewed as Aether and filled the world in the absence of the other three. But in the Merlin world it is definitely Air as it's is later called wind. (Aether later came to represent heaven or the spirit as a 5th element)

These also related to Humorism discused before

Saying The Afanc born of earth and water can be killed with fire and air is one of two times the four elements get brought up in relation to magic in the series. (The other refers to a healing charm.)

Most other sorcerer created creatures we see can just be killed with fire and are not specifically corresponded to any element. This leads to the idea that this is kinda a rare thing. WHAT I do find interesting is that we KNOW the four elements correspond to certain types of healing in the Merlin universe (like I said other mention refers to a healing charm) And the Afanc is spreading magical disease. THAT might be why the elements are mentioned only here when it comes to magic-created creatures.

I find the wording here realy interesting because it talks about mirroring the spirit of life, not creating it. I'll have to contrast it with later talk about the spirit of life and death but this kinda implies even anciant sorcerers on their own can only MIRROR life not create it. Its not real life they make. Even Merlin's spell to create a butterfly at the end of the show means "to work, shape, bring into being or form" according to @catsconflictscopicsandchamomile My old English studying friend! (it is also used in OE translations of Genisis to mean make a life so it could mean Merlin is creating life and mirroring god, but if he could do that why not just bring Arthur back) SO it is likely this holds fast to the rule life cannot just be created!

HOLD ON. Is he just referring to Arthur's birth? It could just be Arthur's birth and his efforts through the purge, or has Nimueh pulled evil magic on Camelot post purge before?

[confused-aroace-noises]

Why are you Blushing? | Ace x Reader | One Piece |

You and Ace... well both of you are dating..but you both haven't actually done anything, yet. And you both have been acting like you did before (friends) to fight the weird awkwardeness but you are getting are getting a bit frustrated.

Note: I have no clue why but well my hormones are acting up again. So I guess I'll write a pov. A few of my friends have done this. But I have never. I just read it. So i was like why not try something I'll totally regret. Also its gonna have typos most probably. Also italics between asterisk/ Stars are thoughts. And it is based off of my interests and stuff, i hope its not tooo too specific. it probably is, isn't it? Also please do tell me if i should add some other tags or some warnings. i have lived a pretty insensitive life and have traumatised almost all my friends.

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I am in my room getting ready to sleep for the night. I took some eardrops from my cupboard. Despite Marco healing me.... well A LOT , i still had some pain in my left ear from having got my head rammed into the wall in the recent fight. Ace as usual is in my room, both of us blabbering and laughing about the latest fight. His protectiveness from before hidden now. I yawn and lie down and cover myself in my comforter and put few drops of eardrops in my left ear.

"You'll have to switch off the lights today. Alas..i can't move because i have these ear drops in my...well in my ear.......obviously "

He suddenly smirks and walks closer putting his hat on which he usually does when he is leaving the room or maybe he likes it on for...other purposes. " Oh so...you can't move....interesting..."

He walks closer.

*wait... we are dating. i can't move. is he gonna.. okay ...ahhhhh what do i do? NO that's too much for my heart. Okay okay calm down . Why is he getting more close. My heart feels like it will burst into pieces. But i wanted this. SO MUCH. he looks so hot. I gulp. His fingers trail from my shoulders to my waist and he leans close.I close my eyes blushing. But slowly open them feeling his breath. His breath is shaky, his lips barely inches away as he-*

My fantasies shatter as he grins and starts stacking the novels from my bedside table onto the side of my head. " Do you feel the weight of knowledge?"

A bit irritated that he did not do something, I say in the most monotonous voice, " They are all murder fictions."

"Oh..... well how about these then? " He stacks more books from a table nearby where i kept books related to learning ancient scripts ( my latest hobby). He puts them on my shoulder and hips and more on my head. I feel myself getting more annoyed. But not an angry annoyance more of a fun annoyance because I can't really get angry when he is being so adorable and he looks so happy compared to how worried he had been in the fight earlier. I mean i did almost die but eh..it happens. I try my best to supress any smiles from breaking out.

*I am annoyed . I am annoyed. I am annoyed. I thought he would do something but no he has to do this adorable thing instead. AHHHH SOOO CUTE.. no i am annoyed. i am annoyed.*

He puts my pens all over the stacked books and tangles two three in my hair while I protest but don't move.

*His hand on my hair feels nice. I wish he would caress it. I don't usually like people touching my hair. But for you darling...i will literally beg.*

" Ace if you do not stop...I swear to god-"

" What will you do?" He grins. *My GOD his oh so cheeky charming smile which makes me want to do things to him.*

He leans closer and tries to balance an eraser on my nose. His face super close. It makes me infuriated that he is doing nothing and i have had enough. Someone familiar calls his name from somewhere and he replies, " Yeah, coming." *OH Yeah. Right after teasing me this much. I will not let you leave this easily Portgas D Ace*

I move no longer indulging in his games. I would have if i wasn't so frustrated, all those stacked books falling either ways and though i love my books but i have a bigger priority. I sit up with one hand balancing my weight while I grab the skull medallion which connects to his hat with my other hand and yank it down which brings his face closer to mine. The pens are still tangled in my hair.

" You dare leave now?" I say in a bit pissed off voice. He blushes at the closeness.

" Are we not dating, Ace? I wanted you to do...well..........something" I say in a more endearing way so that he knows i am not actually angry angry just a bit exasperated.

The voice calls him again. But now its lost to both our ears as his breath touches my face, both our heartbeats getting louder. His face is blush red as his eyes glance to my lips and back at my eyes. I become conscious of their existence and realise they are dry and wet them subconsciously, I am suddenly aware of his big frame, but he looks so adorably small right now with his blushes and shy glances. Maybe its the night but i suddenly feel confident and rake my eyes over him which makes him blush red. I chuckle breaking my serious facade.

" Why are you blushing?" I glance down at his lips and back again. He is shyer than ever. I smirk and say in an almost whispery voice, " You look adorable. I didn't even do anything though......yet."

The voice calls again...ohh its a crewmate. But only i seem to hear it. His breathing changes and he closes his eyes leaning forward.

*This is exactly what i wanted but i am still irritated. I could just smash my lips against him but i have waited so long whats one more night. AHhH its too much but you need to know consequences darling*

I let go off the skull medallion and put my hand in between our faces which makes him pout and whine a little.

" Its only fair that you feel the frustration i have been feeling for weeks for atleast a night. Go and help the poor guy out. He's been calling for a while." I stick my tongue out like a child and turn around pull my comforter over myself and go to sleep.

Ace stays stuck for a few seconds too long, still dumbstruck but then removes the tangled pens from my hair and places a kiss on my head and whispers with a light chuckle in his voice, " Good night love"

he switches off the light and leaves.

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2 minutes after he leaves

I sit back up sigh and shake my head smiling and put all the books back in place checking if they are fine and don't have any bent pages and then go sleep and totally don't spend the next two hours fangirling over every small thing he did.

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as much as I think Spock and jim have really good times in bed, they’ve definitely laughed during sex, you know, for some reason or a reason? I think they’re comfortable enough with each other to do that; to have that joy with each other without it being awkward

ANON!!! YESSSS. OKAY, I am 1000% with you on this. People tend to forget that like… Spock and Kirk? Despite all their angst and galaxy-ending problems? They’re also dorks. And when they’re together, they’re SO comfortable with each other that laughter during sex is practically a given. It’s not always this intense, poetic, "Vulcan-telepathic-supernova-soul-bonding" thing (though don’t get me wrong, that ABSOLUTELY happens). But there’s also room for… JOY! Giggling! Silly, completely human, heart-warming moments of just being with each other.

And like, Kirk? He’s 100% the type to try and make Spock laugh during the most inappropriate moments. Because, you know, he gets a kick out of breaking Spock’s Vulcan stoicism—especially in private moments where Spock is a little more… vulnerable? You can’t tell me Jim doesn’t crack a joke or tease Spock right when things are heating up, like "Come on, Spock, is this logically the best position?" or some cheeky comment about Vulcan anatomy. Maybe he makes some dumb comment about Spock's ears in the middle of things (you KNOW Kirk loves those ears).

And Spock? Ohhh, you know he finds Jim’s nonsense exasperating but also endearing because how can he NOT? He’s probably trying to focus and maintain control (because Vulcan, obviously), but Jim will get him to smile or laugh, and that’s when Spock just… gives in. And when he does? It’s the sweetest thing ever, like this deep, rumbling chuckle from his chest. God, imagine it. Imagine Spock’s laugh when he finally lets go of that restraint a little. Jim would be OBSESSED with making it happen again.

Maybe there’s a moment where they’re in a tangled mess of limbs, trying to switch positions or something, and they just… get stuck, all awkward angles and elbows, and they just LOSE it. Spock’s trying to be all dignified, but Kirk is snickering so much that Spock just gives up and lets himself laugh too. It’s the kind of laughter that relaxes them both—like a reminder that even in the most intimate moments, they’re still them, you know? Partners in every sense of the word.

AND ANON, YOU'RE SO RIGHT—it’s because they’re comfortable with each other that this works. There’s no awkwardness, no shame. They know each other so well by this point that they can go from super intense, passionate moments to just… laughing together without skipping a beat. It’s that balance that makes their relationship so beautiful and REAL. They’re allowed to be goofy and vulnerable because there’s SO much love and trust there.

I’m convinced they’d be the type to crack jokes after, too. Like, they’re lying there, catching their breath, and Jim says something dumb like, “Well, that was one for the ship log,” and Spock gives him this deadpan look but can’t help the slight smile creeping up. (Or maybe something about how Vulcans are apparently very efficient even in bed, to which Spock would raise an eyebrow and say, “You seemed to enjoy my efficiency, Captain.”)

So yeah, I wholeheartedly believe they laugh during sex. It’s not always serious. It’s fun, it’s tender, and it’s THEM. Because sex isn’t just about the physical connection for them—it’s about their bond, their joy, and the fact that they feel safe enough with each other to be vulnerable in every way, including laughing their asses off mid-way through a steamy session.

AHHHH, I love them so much. Thank you for this. It’s canon in my heart now, no one can convince me otherwise!

[jemmo]

ahhhh. the familiar stress of a female character being introduced in a bl and waiting to find out whether she’s an ally or an obstacle. in this case with maya, definitely an obstacle. what remains to be seen is how much of an obstacle and how it’s overcome. now im not adversed to a romantic enemy, its one of the most commonplace things to find in a bl, and im also glad we’re getting a hearing impaired character that isn’t perfect, bc it’d be very easy to try and paint everyone with a disability in a good light when they are still people and can act out for their own interests. what im interested to see is how the romance will interact with the commentary on hearing impairment this show has been touching on both directly and indirectly. before, we had a hearing female character that caused drama bc she romanticised kohei and his disability and the ways she could help him and be by his side. now we are getting the opposite, someone who also has a hearing impairment who wants to be by kohei’s side and support him as someone who shares his disability. and i like that they’re showing that both are bad. maya is trying to distance kohei from the hearing people he’s made friends with, which was a huge step for him, by trying to make out that someone that shares his disability is inherently better for him and can support him better - she’s separating him from the larger world and trying to keep him within this small bubble of their disability so that she can have a romantic relationship with him. the thing is we don’t know if maya actually believes it’s right to keep these worlds separate or she’s using it as an excuse to be close with kohei, either way the commentary is still being made. she’s also kind of playing the victim card with her comment about how taichi’s friend has never faced hardship, but she has bc her hearing is impaired, and that means she’s got in worse. and yes - on a day to day basis that is hard to deal with, but in no way does that mean no one else has struggled. i feel like that hit taichi particularly hard bc he has struggled in childhood, it was just different. we saw this in last twilight too when they argued, the disability vs no family battle, which one is worse. the thing is, you always want what you don’t have, the grass is always greener on the other side, but really there is nothing to gain from these comparisons. everyone’s life is hard to themselves, what matters is helping others whilst also acknowledging your own hardships, it’s a balance give and receive, which is what taichi and kohei’s relationship is, despite what maya thinks. but i do want to see where she’s coming from, and i think meeting a guy like kohei who is so sweet and kind and also shares this disability and all the shared experience that comes with that, and also just looks like that, it’s hard to not think he’s the most ideal person and want to be with him. i just hope they do give her a resolution that both holds her accountable for behaving poorly whilst also being empathetic to her feelings.

but in other news, i want to point out a few fave bits from the ep, starting ofc with my favourite thematic sound editing when all the cafeteria noise fell away when kohei and maya started communicating with their phones. its the small things like that that make this series so special, even if it was used with maya instead of taichi. i feel like they also do a really good job of highlighting noise, both when taichi was with his friends and at the dinner, you can understand how loud things are even when kohei isn’t there and imagine how overwhelming it would be for him, and it also highlights well how that chaos dies down when he’s alone with taichi, and you understand what kohei means when he says he hears taichi’s voice so clearly bc even in a crowd, his voice pierces through. i absolutely loved taichi blushing remembering the kiss and kohei being so forward in getting that girls attention away from taichi, we love a possessive queen. and finally i have to give my biggest shoutout again to kohei’s mom. she is so supportive in the simplest and quietest ways and when she took out those two lunchboxes i nearly cried. and it’s the way she always makes it seem coincidental, they just came as a pair, but it covertly shows that she’s supportive of whatever relationship kohei has with taichi. she doesn’t have to ask and kohei doesn’t have to say - she knows they’re close and so she just supports the relationship in these small ways without overstepping. it’s just so beautiful. honestly, one of the best bl moms ever.

[hamsterclaw]

I want to say that ‘The Vows’ couple are my favourite. I keep reading it again and again. There is nothing better than this. I love them so much. Whenever I see any part of it on my dashboard I read it again along with some other parts. I just love it so much. The reader’s character of being bratty, misunderstood, and not evil is so perfectly balanced. And Yoongi accepts her not just tolerates her, this is my fav part of this fic. He is so much in love with her. And even though she makes him really mad he still loves her the same.

OH MY!!! 😭Thank you so much, this analysis is spot on and exactly why I love writing them and I am so so happy that you're enjoying them.

Here’s another little drabble for you because Min Yoongi has been wrecking me today.

Pairing: Vows! Yoongi x reader

Warnings: Sex, swearing, Seokjin

By now, you're pretty good at recognising when your husband is genuinely angry. He's often difficult to read, but you've been making an effort lately, and you're starting to recognise his tells.

When his mouth is in a straight line and his brow's slightly furrowed, he's bemused. It's the expression he had when you hid all his left shoes.

When his brows are drawn together and his mouth opens slightly, he's irritated. He gets like this sometimes when you and Seokjin are arguing.

When his expression goes completely blank, you look at his hands. When his hands are like they are now, loosely clenched, and he looks at you with heat in his gaze, he's angry. It doesn't happen often, but you're quite sure, that on this occasion, Yoongi is angry.

Scratch that. He looks pretty fucking mad.

You think frantically about all the things you've done lately, trying to remember if you've done anything especially provoking.

He’s looking straight at you across the room, and you can feel his eyes burning into you.

What have you done this time?

Your husband's still staring at you, and if he didn't look so damn irresistible in the sharp black suit he's wearing, you'd already be running.

His gaze flicks down over your body, blatantly looking you over in a way that's unusual for him.

Ahhhh fuck.

You stole his suit.

The last time Yoongi and you had to attend a public event together, you went all out. You'd picked up a vintage gown, had it altered to fit you like a second skin, had spent hours being primped and preened just so you could turn up on his arm looking like the most perfect version of you money could buy.

Yoongi had barely blinked. In fact, he'd grumbled something about you making him late to the event.

And so today, when you'd walked past the suit laid out for him in his wardrobe area on the way to the shower, an idea of immense brilliance had flashed into your mind.

You'd reached out, plucked the hanger off the rack, and marched to your room with it clutched in your hand.

You'd sent him some excuse about working late and had told him you'd meet him at the hotel, and then you'd put on his suit.

Crisp white shirt, a jacket with a subtle pinstripe, and a black tie that you'd had to ask Mrs Gye to help you tie. You'd forgone the suit trousers entirely, and the jacket on you is long enough to cover your ass.

Just about.

The piece de resistance though? The platinum collar bar connecting both ends of the collar, tucked under your tie.

You're not entirely sure how you're going to get it off without help, especially since the look on Yoongi's face makes it seem like he's unlikely to want to help you right now.

You like the suit he has on though, now that you can see it more clearly. It's almost identical to the one you have on.

Trust your husband to have a backup suit on standby.

He even has a collar bar like yours, and damn he looks so sexy you want to jump his bones.

Belatedly, you realise the reason you can see all the detail on his suit is that he's much closer than he was when you last checked.

Shit. He's heading straight towards you, face like thunder.

You squeak and back away, straight into the hard chest of Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin sighs wearily.

'At least tell me what panties you're wearing so I have something to jerk off to later,' he says.

'I'll give them to you if you help me get away,' you say quickly, seeing an opportunity.

'You're not going anywhere,' Yoongi says. His hand closes on your arm like a vice.

***

Yoongi’s driving, one hand curled loosely on the wheel, the other on the centre console of his car, close to your bare thigh.

‘Nice suit,’ he says, the first words he’s spoken to you since you left the event.

You smooth the wool over your thigh. ‘Thank you, it’s Valentino.’

Yoongi looks at you like he can’t quite believe your audacity.

‘It looks like the suit I was meant to wear tonight.’

‘Yeah?’ you ask, all innocence.

‘I didn’t know you could tie a tie that well, I should ask for your help next time.’

‘Mrs Gye helped,’ you offer nonchalantly.

‘Where are the pants?’ Yoongi asks. He glances in the rearview mirror, signals to turn.

‘They didn’t fit,’ you say, shrugging.

‘Because they were measured specifically for me,’ Yoongi points out.

You give him a sidelong look.

‘You don’t like me in womenswear or menswear it seems,’ you mutter.

Because you’re watching, you see Yoongi flick his eyes to you.

‘I like you in everything,’ he counters. There’s a pause before he says, ‘and nothing.’

He slows the car, and you look around curiously at the darkness around you.

Yoongi pulls to a complete stop.

‘Why did you steal my suit to wear tonight?’

You don’t have an answer, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to be waiting for one.

‘Is it because I don’t buy you enough beautiful clothes?’ he muses.

‘I buy my own clothes,’ you point out, defiant.

‘Is it because it wasn’t enough for you that I came so hard when you were wearing that ridiculous dress at the last event, I passed out?’

‘You liked that dress?’ you ask, inordinately pleased.

Yoongi glowers at you.

‘If you didn’t act like such a brat all the time, I’d compliment you more,’ he growls.

You raise an eyebrow. ‘You like it when I’m a brat, Yoongi.’

He doesn’t deny it. Instead he looks out the window.

‘How many times do I have to come inside you before you realise how stunning I think you are?’

He turns back to you.

‘Jagiya, I will always think you are beautiful.’

There’s no heat in his voice now, the words come out with a quiet simplicity that rings with honesty.

You’re still processing when he continues, ‘and I will always think you look irresistible in my clothes.’

‘Are you angry with me?’

‘For stealing my suit and leaving me to have a replacement delivered at short notice?’

You turn to him.

‘I’m not angry,’ he tells you. ‘But if I were, how would you make it up to me?’

You bite your lip, then slide your seat back.

‘May I kiss you, Yoongi?’

He’s staring at your lips. ‘Yes.’

You slip your hand down his chest, past his belt buckle, down to his lap.

‘Here?’ you ask, hand over his lap.

‘Fuck, jagiya, please,’ he breathes.

You lean over and undo his pants, slide his half-erect dick out.

Yoongi reaches out, wraps a hand around your (his) tie, loosely.

‘Hey,’ he says, just as your lips touch his cock.

‘Mmm?’

‘Tap me if I’m holding too tight, ok?’

He waits until you nod before he leans back in his seat. His perfectly coiffed hair flicks forward as the back of his head meets the headrest, and his thighs spread as you lick along his cock.

He’s quiet as you suck him to full erection, the only clues you have that he’s enjoying it are the erraticness of his breathing and the way he’s twitching over your tongue.

‘Fuck,’ he groans, fist tightening in your tie, tugging you down.

It’s making the tie tighten around your neck, but you like how it feels.

‘Fu— uh—- uk,’ he groans again, stuttering as you hollow your cheeks and take him all in, the head of his cock nudging the back of your throat.

You swallow, and he slams a hand against the car window.

You reach under, cup his balls, and his hips jerk against your face.

He’s holding you so tight, filling your mouth with his cock so well you can barely breathe.

‘Gonna cum,’ he warns, ‘fuck, I’m gonna —-‘

He doesn’t finish his sentence, moaning long and deep as he shoots his release down your throat.

The tie tightens again, and then he lets go.

‘Jagi, are you ok?’

He’s tipping your chin up to see your face, and the concern in his expression makes you feel warm.

‘I’m ok, oppa.’

He pulls you up to kiss him.

‘Don’t ‘oppa’ me, brat.’

He’s undoing your tie deftly, unthreading the collar bar so he can unbutton your shirt.

‘Let me see,’ he grunts, unbuttoning your shirt rapidly, pulling the plackets apart to expose your lack of bra, the thin, sheer panties you slipped on.

He presses his thumb over your wetness, places his other hand over your exposed front.

‘What do you want, my love?’ he asks. He slides two fingers under your panties, tugs. ‘Want me to kiss you here?’

His knuckles nudge against your core, and he groans. ‘You’re wet, you like sucking my cock, don’t you, jagiya?’

His fingers slip inside you, stretching, scissoring, his movements fast and insistent.

‘Yoongi,’ you cry, and he laughs, thumb rocking back and forth over your clit, making you buck against his hand.

'You're so easy to please, my love,' he taunts.

A lock of hair's fallen over his forehead now, and he looks so good you could cry.

Yoongi cups your breast, squeezes. 'Your little pussy's so fucking tight, I can barely move my hand,' he tells you. 'Gonna come for me?'

You cry his name as your pleasure crests and you press your face into his neck.

Yoongi leaves his fingers inside you but wraps his other arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

The cool metal of his collar bar digs into your cheek.

'I'm gonna help you get re-dressed, ok, baby?' he says, voice low, rumbling in his chest.

'Then I'm going to take you home and we're going to do this again.'

[rum-and-shattered-dreams]

The Man Downstairs Status Report -

July 10 2024

It's ahhhh been a while. Thanks so much to everyone who has been patient with this! How are you all doing?

So, first off, the actual status:

It's alive! ALIVE! I will have a chapter ready to post this Saturday evening! Finally! I can't say how often updates will happen but I do still want to finish this so even if it takes a while, I'm gonna get there!

Second:

Why it took so long (and some photos, some with cats and plants) - under the read more...

The reason related to the writing itself is that something was wrong in the story/tone and I knew it but couldn't figure out what it was. Recently, I had a breakthrough and have been rewriting everything that didn't feel right. Also, there was a scene that just didn't fit quite yet as much as I wanted it to so I took that out for now. We'll see what happens with it in the future.

One main non-writing reasons is cats! So many cats! I mentioned finding kittens back in this post and they have a home now... With me XD. (Except one who some acquaintances adopted so now I have nine instead of ten). In order to keep them, I needed to screen in part of my carport to give all of my kitties more space.

Building it was the easy part thanks to a friend. Getting the permit was the worst. But it's done and it's beautiful now! And most of the kitties tolerate each other now thanks to it! (Six of them are here):

Also, I've been putting in a lot of work on the gardens, especially the front one.

Before:

And after:

The dune sunflowers at the front will eventually fill the whole strip and the mulched areas that look a bit barren will fill in as the bushes grow and the wildflowers and ground cover fills in. As an example, here's the side garden when I first planted everything (with rain to illustrate that it also acts as drainage/a retention pond):

And here it is after two years of filling in:

And it's still not even near where it will be in the future!

And here's what the back yard looked like before:

And what it looks like now (yes it looks a bit hairy at the moment because it's in a stage where I'm letting things figure themselves out for a bit and once they're settled, I'll straighten it out more):

Aside from garden work, I also took driving lessons for a second time and actually managed to get my license this time (past all of my overwhelm and shut down associated with driving.)

Also, I was on ADHD meds but didn't like the side effects of not getting restful sleep and constantly having a stupidly high heart rate so I talked to my doctors, stopped taking it, and switched to a supplement program that helps balance things (cortisol, gaba, dopamine etc). It's not an immediately effective solution but it has been improving things over time and doesn't have the side-effects. Otherwise, I've been working on finding other coping mechanisms as well as trying to get meaningful rest to recover from burnout. It is getting better. Being able to write again is a good sign of that. Focus is still iffy a lot but it's improving. (I've been playing a lot of Palia and Stardew Valley lately XD)

So yeah. here's hoping for better things ahead for all of us!