#enjoooooooy!

[devoureddreaa]

“you’re tiny…like an actual doll.”

my friends either gonna be very happy i wrote this, ooooor she’s gonna rub it in my face that i don’t really like toji like that and still wrote this. (paris, i’m in your walls) but, hope you enjoooooooy!!!

“hey..” god, we’re you tired. the job you had was majorly exhausting..and the people there were shorty, but the pay is what was making it worth it in the end.

you slumped your tired body against the wooden door, slowly dragging your hand up on the two locks locking the door. you kicked the overbearing stilettos that you had to where off, your feet were killing your like hell.

“toji, why is it so dark in here..?”

it wasn’t that dark, you were just tired as hell. there was a small lamp sitting in the living room that was illuminating some light around the small surrounded area. you called out for ya boyfriend again, but no answer.

maybe he isn’t home..

“it’s late though, where could he— SHIT!”

suddenly you were lifted from off the ground, way off the ground, and held onto what felt like somebody shoulders. the instinct was the start kicking and screaming like hell, which you did. until you were flopped down onto the couch and your mouth was covered.

“what are you screaming for?”

with the small lighting shining a few feet away, you saw that the person who had you screaming like you were in the horror movie was your own boyfriend… “toji! why the fuck would you do that?!”

“to wake you up, duh.” a dark, raspy chuckle erupted from his chest when he saw the irritable pout in your face.

you crossed your arms over your chest, “you think you’re so—”

“yea toots, i think i’m hilarious..” he stood up and picked you up again..more gently this time. his strong and calloused hands keeping you steady by the curve of your waist. your legs finding their way wrapped around his waist and your arms snaking around his neck.

“you look cute dressed like a small secretary.” a signature mischievous smirked started to grow on this face

“small?” you question, but it want like he was lying either way.

“yea, like a doll.” the man paused for a moment, “my doll, though..”

“you’re a fucking idiot..” you laughing, pushing his face away.

“yknow it’s true, toots.”

p.s. i started gagging like writing this (//_-) /hj. + i told you guys i was coming with the conteeeent have faith mls!!! but again, paris i’m in your walls. and i hope the rest of you enjooooy!! love you, baaaaiii!!! (if you say any typos, no you didn’t)

[pretty-blkgirl]

Changbin Day

//gn!reader x Changbin//

Synopsis: You surprise your boyfriend for his birthday

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Warnings: suggestive (no explicit smut but MDNI)

A/N: Not 100% in love with this but I wanted to write something for Binnie Day so I hope you enjoooooooy

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“Baby, can I look now?” Your boyfriend asks for the 12th time. You wanted to be annoyed but you only giggle, making him whine slightly.

You put a blindfold on him, and he was holding your hand while you led him around the house.

He couldn’t stand not being able to see where you were taking him, and he was even more upset that he couldn’t predict what his surprise was.

This year you both decided on something small and intimate, so he took some time to hang out with the members yesterday and planned to do something with you on his actual birthday.

You were determined to top yourself every year. You knew he would be satisfied with takeout and a movie if that’s what you planned, but you always wanted to do something special for him.

He deserved the absolute world, and you wanted to make sure he knew how much you loved him.

Your original plan was to take him to Disney World, but you remembered he specifically asked for something intimate, so you came up with something you hoped he’d like.

“Baby we’ve been walking for hours”

“It’s been 2 minutes”

He whines again and you roll your eyes playfully. You stopped at the dining room and let go of his hand, slightly startling him.

“Baby? Where’d you go? Can I take this off?”

“Yeah, take it off,” You say nervously

He snatches the blindfold off and rubs his eyes for a second. Once done, he looks at the dining room and gasps softly.

You spent hours decorating the room, deciding upon a soft pink and black for the colors.

You loved the color scheme because you felt it represented Changbin perfectly. He had a dark, intimidating exterior but once you interacted with him, you quickly realized he was the sweetest, kindest person ever.

You watched his face as he looked down at the table, seeing all his favorite foods, then at the corner of gifts labeled with numbers.

“Baby, how many presents did you get me?” He asked.

You tell him 24, which makes him laugh.

“Really? 24 gifts?”

“Well, that’s how old you are. I thought it was cute”

He suddenly grabs you and hugs you so tight you can’t breathe. You stay in the hug for a while, silently expressing your love for one another before he hesitantly lets go.

You smile, pointing down to the food, “Let’s eat before it gets cold”

You both take a seat and he wastes no time digging into the seaweed soup. You watch as he takes a huge spoonful, then another, then another.

“This is nuts” He sighs, taking another bite, “Did my mom make this? It tastes like hers”

“No, I made it but it is her recipe. She taught me how to make it the other day”

He can’t hide the huge smile that decorates his face. You direct him to the bulgogi and bibimbap, and he happily starts to eat both. Once you’re sure he likes the food, you start to eat as well, mentally patting yourself on the back for the delicious meal.

You two eat and talk for a while, just until he gets full and suggests putting the food away. Once you two put the food up, you take him back into the dining room and pull out his cake.

He looks fondly at the cute pink and white cake with sparkling 2 & 4 candles on it.

You grab a lighter and light the candles while he turns off the lights. Then, you begin singing Happy Birthday.

He laughs because you purposely sing bad, something you both do when it’s each other’s birthday.

He applauds you when you finish and takes a second to make a wish. When he blows out the candles, you turn on the lights then cheer and start to kiss all over his face.

He takes advantage of the affection and wraps his arms around you, grabbing your face and putting his lips on yours. Before you know it, you’re sitting at the table with him standing in between your legs, still making out.

You know he wants nothing more than to bend you over the table but you stop him before things can go further

“Baby you still have gifts to open”

He ignores you and starts to kiss your neck, earning a slight moan. You feel yourself start to melt at his touch, throwing your head back when he bites at your collar bone.

His hands are on your thighs, opening then as much as he can. One hand starts to travel up your shirt but you use up the last bit of your strength to stop him once more.

“Baby please open at least one gift”

He sighs but stops and helps you off the table. You walk him over to the corner and tell him to choose one of the numbered gifts.

“There’s so many,” He says, “I don’t know what to choose”

“Yeah, originally I was gonna start giving you the gifts 24 days ago, just so you have something to open til your birthday. But some stuff didn’t come in time”

He nods, “So that’s why they’re numbered?”

You smirk, “Yep”

He stares at the neatly wrapped gifts and starts to reach for some, first going for the biggest one and then the smallest. He ends up stopping before he could grab any, making you groan

“Baby just choose one”

After a couple more seconds of deciding, he settles upon the box marked “24”. The wrapping paper was plain white with both a pelargonium zonale and a gladiolus painted on it.

“My birth flowers?” He asks. You nod and make a mental note to thank Hyunjin for painting the plants for you.

He carefully takes off the wrapping paper and is met with a white box. He opens it, finding a black, lace lingerie set.

He pulls it out to get a good look, and you see the tip of his ears start to turn pink.

A confident smile starts to appear on his face when he turns his head to look at you

You take the set from him and start to walk out the room with him right behind you.

“Nice pick” you say, stopping at the hallway bathroom, “Go wait for me in the room while I put this on”

He wastes no time running to the bedroom, excited noises leaving his mouth as you chuckle loudly.

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A/N: While I was researching his birth flowers, I found one for his specific birth date (the perlargonium) and his birth month (the gladiolus). So I decided to just add both to be safe!

[spacebeyonce]

hit 16k words so I feel accomplished enough to finally post for wip wednesday. enjoooooooy

Meryl leads them until they reach her door, and once they do she leans against it, turning to look at Vash, who stopped a few steps away. She studies him, soft around the edges and blurred by the shadows in the hallway, and bites at the inside of her cheek. "...I had a good time," she finally says, shy. "I liked -- talking, with you. It was fun."

The wood floors creak under Vash's boots as he takes a step forward, smiling at her. "I had a good time, too," he agrees. "...Maybe I can take you to dinner again?"

Her heart skips a little at the offer, and she hopes the shadows hide the smile threatening to spread across her face. "Hmm..." she hums, pretending to consider it; she already knows her answer, but it's fun to tease him a little. "I suppose you could," she considers slowly, coy, "if we're lucky enough to find another town to stop at, on the road."

The way his smile widens makes her heart flutter even more, and Meryl turns to hide her smile in the collar of her jacket, pressing her back harder against her door. The silence that hangs between them is peaceful, content -- until Vash quietly clears his throat, slowly beginning to turn away from her. "I guess I should let you get some sleep...?"

And she thinks -- yes. Yes, he should. That would be the smart thing to do -- the responsible thing to do; she knows that Roberto is going to be a demon in the morning, herding them to the truck, uncaring of how late they stay up. Yes. They should go to bed.

Instead, Meryl beckons him over with the curl of her finger. "Come here," she says, solemn, "I need to tell you something first. Something secret."

Bemused, Vash takes another step towards her, and she just gestures again, silently urging him closer. One more step and he's there, standing in front of her, a smile beginning to curl at the edges of his lips, and Meryl beckons him once more. "Vash," she scolds, teasing, "come on, it's secret. The walls have ears, you know -- I'm a journalist, I know these things."

Now Vash really was smiling, truly smiling, and he huffs out a quiet laugh. "I'll bow to your expertise, since you're a professional," he hums, breathing out another laugh as he bends down, shortening the distance between them.  This close, Meryl can see the vibrant blue of his eyes behind his shades; in the dark hallway they seem to almost glow like they did that night in the alley, and she notices the flare of his nostrils as he catches a whiff of her perfume. "Alright." His voice is a soft whisper, "the walls can't hear us now."

He was playing along with her little scheme, amusement making the corner of his eyes crinkle, and Meryl's movements are automatic -- instinctual.

She reaches up, grabbing the lapels of Vash's jacket, and rocks forward onto her tip toes as she pulls him down, pressing her lips against the curve of his jaw, inches away from the corner of his mouth. 

[imnobodysbaby]

Soooo I made something~

finally made a playlist that reminds me so much of KnoxBe~ Plus the songs I listen to whenever I write about them 🥹🩷 Enjoooooooy~ 🫶🏻

ALSO! If there's a song you might want to add lmk and I'd be happy to add em' 😌

Playlist cover courtesy of @good-ol-lisa 🩷

[mockingmoth]

Some sketches :] Enjoooooooy!!

I still don’t have a name for the plant lady but the second one is Gizmond! My friend sold him to me a while back <3

[ofherlionheart]

girl i just checked my email and saw the notif for chapter 4 of like the sun and lemme tell u the FACE i made when i saw that its 68 THOUSAND WORDS LONG???? may i please borrow even an ounce of ur power and dedication. also i am so excited to read this u dont even know imma have to block out a whole ass evening for this

LMAO i hope you enjoooooooy. remember to drink water and stretch?? <3 <3 <3

[detectivezedd]

BELIEVE_🎻🎷🎤[the girl he never noticed💦]

episode 24🎻🎻🎻🎻(didn’t have data,would have posted this since morning)now,enjoooooooy🎤I stood up hastily and found refuge at the back of some flowers,nkem also stood up he bounce walked forward, the wueeh passed that moment.“what are you doing here alone?”,she asked.nkem took his lips in and ran his fingers to the back of his neck.“am resting” he said.“fresh air….isn’t there air conditioner on…

[maxthedrawingperson]

Trucy Wright Tik-Tok Short. Enjoooooooy!!!

[polaroid15]

Febuwhump Day 1: Mind Control

It’s heeeeeere! 

Summary: The one where Parker luck is proven to be the worst luck. But hey, at least he's got the best family in the world to help him through it all.

Read at https://archiveofourown.org/works/29138196/chapters/71533821

Love you guys!!  Thanks for joining me on this journey! 

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Chapter One

Peter doesn’t realize that something has gone terribly wrong until the last alien hits the ground.

At first he’s excited, body thrumming with adrenaline as he sidesteps over their victory. The fight had been, for lack of a better term, a satisfying study break. He takes a moment to stretch out the tightness in his back and shoulders, relishing in the cold air as his heart rate calms.

Satisfied, he sweeps his eyes across their small battlefield in search of a familiar flash of red and gold. Though the fight had started on the ground, they’ve ended up on the rooftop of some ritzy skyscraper, the city stretched far beneath them and painted gold in the dark light of the moon.

Aside from all the alien guts, it’s not a bad view.

“Tony?”

The man had called him just over an hour earlier asking for his help in scrambling up a couple of rouge aliens from their last big mission. Being close by and more than ready to assist his hero, Peter had been in his suit and by Tony’s side in a matter of minutes, hardly believing his luck. Somehow, despite everything they’ve been through, he still managed to get nervous every time he fought alongside his hero.

To his relief, however, the fight went off without a hitch. Unlike their normal brand, neither sustained any injuries, ‘finishing off the fight with flare’, as Tony would say.

But where is he now?

“Tony?” Peter calls again, slipping off his mask and looking around with enthusiasm. “Where’d you go?”

His voice carries and dies in silence.

“Hello?”

Confused and a little unnerved, Peter spins on his heels in a full 360 and debates putting his mask back on to ask Karen for Tony’s location. It’s out of character for Tony to vanish like this, and it makes his stomach tighten in worry.

“Mr. Stark!”

“Here.”

Peter jumps and turns towards the noise, feeling relief leak into his limbs. “Oh. H-hey man. There you are.”

Tony doesn’t say anything, stiff as a board and levitating a few feet off the ground. There’s a chunk of metal missing from his helmet, ripped clean through so his right eye and nose are showing.

“You’re mask-”

“Peter Parker?”

“What? Yeah Tony. Are- are you okay? You look a little off. Did one of the aliens hurt-”

But there is no ‘you’, because before Peter can finish his sentence, Tony is flying towards him at an alarming speed, repulsors glowing bright. Startled, Peter jumps out of the way and shouts in alarm. “Tony! What the-”

A fiery blast of hot energy hits the ground between his feet. Yelling out once more, Peter scrambles back, hands raised in frantic defense at the sudden rush of heat. “Tony! Stop! What are you doing?”

He doesn’t get an answer. As Tony progresses forward, Peter tries desperately to connect with the man, but his eyes are as blank and empty as the night sky behind him. It’s then that it all comes together, and Peter feels his heart stutter in his chest.

“Oh- oh no. Did you breathe in any gas? Oh God. You did, didn’t you?”

Another blast of energy is fired towards him. It barely misses his shoulder and the material of his suit begins to smoke. Not good. So not good. The aliens were known to produce an aerial toxin that triggers the brain to be particularly inclined to violence. Someone would kill their own family if exposed to it.

And right now, Peter is the only target.

Just his luck.

“Snap out of it Mr. Stark! Wake up!”

Peter feels his heel catch on uneven cement and he stumbles, falling hard on his butt and using the momentum to scramble backwards on his hands and feet. The fear hits him now. He feels it in the sharp sting on the back of his tongue and the inability to fully breathe, his spider-sense screaming and making his head spin. He moves to pull on his mask and realizes in detached wonder that he no longer has it in his hand.

“Peter Parker,” Tony says again, his voice monotonous and void of everything Peter is used to. It’s chilling, and Peter lifts a shaky hand in warning.

“D-don’t come any closer!”

But Tony does. Without blinking an eye, he closes the distance between them and encloses his gauntleted hand around Peter’s outstretched wrist. Before Peter can comprehend the pain, his web shooter sparks with electricity as the gadget breaks under pressure. He screams as his wrist snaps along with the mechanism and arcs his foot up in a reflexive kick. It hits Tony in the abdomen and succeeds in forcing the man to let go, pushing him back a couple steps.

Breathing heavily, Peter scrambles away, broken wrist pinned to his chest protectively. He can feel Tony following him closely and gasps when his metal fingers close around his shoulder, halting his escape.

Peter uses his remaining web shooter to fire a web at Tony’s oncoming fist, pulling the force of it off course so it slams into the concrete at their feet. It breaks like ice around the impact and the shock of knowing it had been directed at him leaves him weak.

“Tony please-”

Undeterred, Tony swings his arm with the web out to the side, throwing Peter off his balance. As he stumbles, Tony uses his other hand to throw a hard punch into the boy’s ribs. He hears them crack but hardly feels the pain, tears welling in his eyes.

“This- this isn’t you. Look at me-”

Peter gasps as his undamaged wrist is pinned against the roof, the metal crushed just like the first. As he screams, Tony finds his eyes, staring blankly and completely unaffected by Peter’s pain.

“It’s me. It’s- It’s Peter. This isn’t you! Fight it!”

The panic and fear in his body has made him numb. When Tony closes his hand around Peter’s throat, he can barely blink, let alone fight it away. The very real possibility that he’s about to die races through him like lightning.

“T-Tony. Mr. Stark.”

The pressure on his throat increases as the man lifts him off the ground. Peter manages to lift his hands to the vice grip, fingers curling around Tony’s in an attempt to relieve the strain. It makes his wrists shoot in pain and for a moment, all he can see are stars.

When his vision clears, he’s hanging by Tony’s hand over a 100 story drop. The city swarms like an anthill beneath them and Peter tightens his hold against Tony’s. His web shooters are shattered.

If Tony drops him, he will die.

“Tony,” Peter chokes. With every ounce of being he can muster, he searches Tony’s eyes. Just as before, they hold no resemblance to the man Peter knows. His hero. His friend.

His family.

“Don’t drop me.”

The grip tightens so dramatically that Peter thinks his neck will be crushed before he even gets the chance to fall. Despite the pain, he refuses to break his eye contact with his mentor. They glimmer against Peter’s reflection, glassy and distant.

“Not your fault,” he chokes. It’s hard to speak around the vice grip and nearly impossible to pull together sentences through the thick fog in his head. But he tries, even when his vision tunnels. It’s important. “I- I- forgive you. Don’t- don’t blame yourself, okay?”

He needs Tony to understand. This could be his last chance, and more than ever, despite hanging above certain death, he knows it to be true.

“I l-love you.”

There’s a flicker of recognition in Tony’s eyes. A glimmer of himself that almost has Peter believing that it’s over, that they’ll be okay.

But then Tony drops him.

He doesn’t have the breath to scream.

Though Tony disappears quickly from his view, Peter keeps the man’s face in his mind as the ground races up to meet him. It fills his eyes with tears, the injustice of it all.

Tony will never forgive himself.

And Peter is going to die.

The wind rips through him viciously as he plummets. He’s fallen through this same skyline countless times and can hardly believe it’s his last.

He closes his eyes and sees May’s face beside Tony’s. Ned and MJ’s, too.

Though he’s never prayed before in his life, the words come to him now.

Help them be safe. Help them be okay.

He wants to be brave. He wants it more than anything.

Eyelids dark, it’s impossible to tell how close he is to the ground. The sounds of traffic draw closer, he thinks he hears a scream.

The impact is jarring.

It hits him all at once, stealing his air and lighting every broken bone on fire. For one soul wrenching second, he thinks the pain of it is his last conscious thought. That just like that, his short sixteen years have expired into dust.

Then he feels metal arms under his shoulders and thighs, hears through the static the distant roar of repulsors. Swears and sobs echo through it all in a delirious cocktail of grief, and Peter comes to the realization quite slowly that he hasn’t died after all.

“Tony?” It’s weak and breathless, like he’s just hopped off the world’s fastest roller coaster. With the last of his energy, his eyelids separate and he sees Tony’s face, covered in tears and unmistakable horror.

He had caught him.

“Tony-”

They crescent their journey on the top of a different, much shorter building. Peter feels himself being laid on his back and for some reason beyond his current comprehension, can’t find the strength to move from it.

Above him, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s shaking and Peter tries to reach out towards him, to show him he’s alright, but all he can do is twitch his fingers.

“Nice- nice catch.”

Tony’s shoulders still, going dangerously quiet. Peter watches with blurred vision as his face appears from behind his hands, the eye Peter can see bloodshot and brimming with an emotion he’s too tired to fully recognize.

“Pete-”

“Not your fault,” Peter breathes, exhausted. He closes his eyes and almost can’t find the strength to open them again. His body feels like the plane he had crashed in Coney Island.

“It is my fault,” Tony says. There’s tension and remorse coloring his voice, which tremors violently. “Christ, Peter. I hurt you.”

“You- you saved me.”

“No!”

“You always save me.”

“Peter-”

“S’okay.” He tries for a smile, but it must look like a grimace because Tony stifles another noise of regret. “I’m okay. I promise.”

“Oh kid-”

With a rush of vertigo, Peter feels himself being pulled up into Tony’s arms. It’s only until he feels the warmth of Tony’s skin that he realizes he’s removed himself from his suit. It’s nice, familiar, and the last of Peter’s resolve vanishes like smoke.

His hero.

His friend.

And in some ways, his father.

If he hadn’t known it before, he sure as hell knows it now.

“I love you too, kiddo,” Tony whispers, and Peter feels their hug tighten, as if it’s the man’s sole intention of never letting go.

And maybe, Peter thinks, it is.

[amercsmemoirs]

A Post-Loveater Fic

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Chat Noir's legs dangled off the rooftop as he stared starry-eyed at the pink and orange Parisian skyline. He’d watched the sunset hundreds of times, but tonight’s was more beautiful than ever before. He’d been spending more and more time with Kagami as Adrien. There were fewer patrols due to Hawkmoth’s mysterious absence. The Mayor removed Chloe from classes a few days ago, so the atmosphere in class had even been more pleasant. For the first time - ever, really - he was happy as Adrien Agreste and Chat Noir.

Light footsteps landed on the rooftop beside him; he didn’t need to look up to know that it was Ladybug. Even though he was growing closer to Kagami, he was still glad to see her. He still recognized her footsteps. He just wasn’t overwhelmed by his emotions anymore.

“Ladybug!” Chat called out without looking away from the view. “How did your patrol go?”

There was a pause, a few seconds of silence. Chat looked up at Ladybug and saw she was smiling, but it looked forced; he couldn’t quite place the expression.

“Ladybug?”

“Chat Noir.”

Chat stood up, alarmed. Since when did she call him “Chat Noir?”

“What’s wrong -”

“Chat. I need to talk to you.”

Her solemn, almost melancholy tone made his adrenaline shoot up. It was darker now, the sun had almost completely set, and it made her tense smiled that much more ominous.

He swallowed, grateful she couldn't hear his heartbeat quicken as he put on a fake smile.

“Yeah, of course, Ladybug. What’s going on?”

“I…” Ladybug started, suddenly taking great interest in the gravel between them. She took a deep breath, eyes not leaving the ground. “You were right,” she finally said, chuckling dryly. “I was jealous of Ryuuko.”

Chat blinked, surprised. Was she talking about when the three of them took out Loveater? That was almost a week ago; he honestly forgot he’d said that.

“What?”

“I was jealous of her,” she repeated. “I - the boy I …” she trailed off, still not meeting Chat’s eyes.

Chat stepped towards her in concern. He wasn't sure if he'd meant to hug her or make her look at him, but he’d never seen her so unsettled. It wasn't like Ladybug to hesitate like this.

“The boy I was in love with, he’s dating her. And the same day, you’re flirting with her and I just - I was jealous that she’d had both him and you.” Ladybug finally looked up at him, saying something like Kagami was her friend, but he wasn’t listening anymore. The boy I was in love with is dating Kagami.

He was dating Kagami.

“Ladybug wait,” Chat exclaimed, interrupting her mid-sentence. “The boy - was his name A-”

“I have a boyfriend.”

Ladybug held his gaze then, holding eye contact. He was sure that he looked like he was hit by a truck because that was definitely how he felt.

“What -”

“Yeah, uh, a few days ago I just… couldn’t deal with this anymore. You trying to make me jealous, fighting Hawkmoth and Mayura, protecting Paris, my civilian responsibilities, and I broke down. And he was there,” Ladybug continued, a genuine smile on her face.

“He was there for me,” she repeated. “Not Ladybug, not Lady Noire, me. The civilian me. He doesn’t have any interest in Ladybug at all, actually,” she added with a laugh. “You aren’t even interested in me.”

A flash of anger and hurt surged through Chat. How dare she say that when he’s loved her since the day they met?

“You don’t know that, Ladybug, if you would have just told me who you were -”

“You love Ladybug,” she responded, raising her voice higher than his. She didn’t yell, and it made him a little ashamed he’d raised his voice first. “You would have only been with me because you knew the civilian me was Ladybug. I deserve better than that, Chat Noir. I want to be with someone I can be myself with because they want me, not Ladybug.”

That’s not fair, a small voice in his head piped up.

“I would have loved whoever you were under the mask, Ladybug. No matter what. I loved you because you’re the one under the mask, not because you’re Ladybug. If I’d met you without the mask, I would have loved you, I know I would.”

At that, she shook her head and smiled at him sadly.

“I know you wouldn’t choose me over Ladybug, Chat Noir. You had the chance to, and you didn’t. And it’s fine, good even!” she added, sadness disappearing. “We’re both moving on with our lives now."

She was smiling ever so sweetly as if she hadn't just turned his world upside down. He couldn't even think of the words to begin to describe how he was feeling. Something ominous threatened to push its way out, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"You don’t have to call me ‘my Lady’ anymore, Chat Noir. I hope we can still protect Paris together, as partners. You’re still my friend, and I will always have your back.”

He should be happy to hear this, he should smile and say he’s glad, and of course, they’re still partners, and then he should go home and text Kagami and yet -

If she was in love with the boy dating Kagami then -

“Why are you only telling me this now, Ladybug? If you had said something sooner we - we wouldn’t have to have this talk.”

Then she sighed, and she sounded so tired.

"I... We're not dating... yet," she added sharply when Chat's head shot up. "I wanted to clear this up with you first. You're someone I care about a lot Chat, even if we're not together."

She looked at him, waiting for him to respond or agree with her, but he couldn't. His shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched and he remained silent.

Ladybug's shoulders dropped as she continued talking.

“You could be right. But my duty as Ladybug is to protect this city from Hawkmoth and retrieve the missing Miraculouses. I’m hoping that your sense of duty will be what fuels you from now on as well.”

She watched him expectantly again, waiting for a response. He knew what he should be saying, knew what she wanted him to say, but he didn’t trust what would come out of his mouth.

"Yeah," he mumbled roughly. "Me too."

He could feel resentment creeping up and he knew that Ladybug did not deserve it. Before he knew it, he was walking back to his perch on the edge of the roof.

With a sigh, he heard her footsteps again and knew she’d left.

The sun had completely set a while ago and it was cold and dark. The deep blue Parisian skyline was nowhere near as inviting as it was ten minutes ago.

With a sigh, he stood up and made his way home. It was late and for the first time in days, he had to pretend everything was fine.

[keeps-ache]

ouhhg i'm hungry :(

[giushia]

The bussiness man 

[raisans-art]

It’s late as balls take Joe and Cleo

Some talk about Cleo’s design because my friends are asleep like the dweebs they are:

So first and most obvious: her dress. I went off the rails. Criminally insane. Her skin was a blueprint and I took that and told it that I did not respect it and made my own thing. I did some searching for Mycenaean Greek dresses and used the photos I found to design this dress. I made sure to keep it shoulderless and held up by the gold around her torso to keep the resemblance. Most photos I found showed that women just left the tat roam free so I kept it modest by closing the front significantly and putting another layer underneath (as I had found enough photos displaying this as well (presumably for the same reasons I took this route)). The trimmings were basically the same if a bit winged. The bottom part of the dress was more like a two piece skirt, a bottom skirt with a solid colour trim that followed up the front and an over skirt that parted in the middle and was either layered or solid. I did the layered because I said so. I turned the top skirt around to the side to, again, keep resemblance. When looking at the patterns, the lower trim of the layers was either tassels or just striped fabric. I shrugged and left it vague. For the main part, any patterns(if any) were polka dots, so yeah. The top, fastening cloth at the top of the skirt was often patterned too so I did my own simple pattern there. Also I made it the darker blue just to break up the skirt from the top. Thought of dress colour choice boiled down to: I want the snakes to fit in so I added greens and oranges to tie in some of their eyes and their scales and red because there was a lot of red in the references I found. Lastly I just cleaned up the dress cuz I wanted it to look nice, sue me.

Enough bout the dress moving on. Uhhh nails cuz yes. Snake eyes cuz of course. Pointy ears cuz gorgon. I made it so that she had a gap in her neck because Medusa. I made all the snakes look derpy as hell because they deserved it honestly. They look adorable. Also they all carry flowers in their mouths as a tie in to Cleo’s og skin. Also fangs because yes.

Joe is there with my preliminary Cleo design and I love him

I will also have you know that I loved the base body and it pained me to erase it

Ok enjoooooooy!

[ghostiewriter]

i could be a better boyfriend than him | kiarah

Summary: Sarah did everything that was expected of her. She became the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect little kook. But one taste of freedom and she craves more, and her freedom comes in the shape of Kiara Carrera.

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, little bits of angst I guess? I think that’s it

Word Count: 7K

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @theuniversezecho !!!! It’s no vagina crystal but it’s something🌚despite what I say, i actually quite like you :) I HOPE YOU ENJOOOOOOOY!! And this is based of “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron because that’s a Kiarah song and no one can convince me otherwise

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“Does it excite you, Sarah?” A voice spoke from behind her and despite every instinct to turn around, she didn’t. “Playing the game…acting like you’re one of them…pretending to be the perfect bubble wrap girl.”

Her breath hitched but she didn’t answer.

“They think they know you,” Kiara whispered and stepped behind the blonde, close enough for her to feel the heat of her body. “He thinks he knows you, but we both know that’s a load of shit, isn’t it, baby?”

Sarah pressed her lips together as she felt Kiara’s fingertips gliding over her bare shoulders before fiddling with the straps of the light green dress she wore. One tug and she would be exposed, one tug and Kiara could have her standing in nothing but her underwear.

The thought alone made her shiver in the best way.

“He doesn’t know what you like,” Kiara whispered, placing soft kisses on her exposed skin in between words. “He doesn’t know how to fuck you like he means it, does he?”

Sarah was pretty sure she could hear the way her heart was thundering in her chest, blood roaring in her ears as Kiara’s fingers teased the zipper on the back of her dress.

“He can’t fuck you like I do, can he?”

READ ON AO3 HERE!!!

[genshin-pals]

hi I call this “xiao has a crush and doesnt know what tf to do” which is an understatement. anyway enjoooooooy~ - mod Cake

Things began to calm in Liyue. When you first met Xiao and heard about his rather antisocial personality, your immediate thought was “I’m going to be his friend”. This mission statement was rather bothersome for the yaksha, but he tolerated your presence, even if reluctantly. 

Yet over time, something began to shift. A new feeling blossomed within Xiao.

This feeling in his chest was tight. Sometimes it felt as if his heart would explode. He would clutch his chest, grit his teeth, and wonder what the hell was wrong with him. All he knew was that you were the cause of this feeling. Why did you make him feel this way? 

As much as he denied it, he looked forward to your visits. Your smile, your laugh, all the silly little things you would do, he waited for all of it. For the longest time his world was eclipsed by darkness, and yet you piece through it all as a shining light. No. He wasn’t meant to feel like this. He was nothing more than a tool for slaughter. 

All he knows is death. All he knows is how to kill. He can’t love.

To try and ease his own aching heart, he started to avoid you. Every time you stopped by Wangshu Inn and spoke to Goldet Verr, he made sure to keep himself out of sight. And the more it went on, he saw your expression fall. Each time you left sadder. And yet, the ache in his chest didn’t go away. In fact, it hurt so much more. 

     .........

Another day, another battle to the death. A group of hilichurls swirling with evil energy wondered the plains. As such, it was his responsibility to kill each and every one of them. Donning his mask, the yaksha began his slaughter.

He was charged at by mitachurls, surrounded by enemies on all sides. It was natural that he took a few hits, but soon his jade spear was stained red. He battled relentlessly, moving as swift as the wind. Finally he started to thin their numbers, when all of a sudden he heard the crashing of a rock right behind him.

A hilichurl archer flew into the air over him. Jumping over the geo construction was you. Slashing at the monster, it vanished into a puff of smoke, and soon the rest of the monsters were gone.

“Phew!” You sighed. “There was one sneaking up on you, Xiao. Are you alright?”

He stared. At least, you think so. His mask remained on his face, covering his expression. Maybe he wasn’t done demon slaying for the day? He isn’t speaking, either...

All of a sudden, the yaksha slashed at your gut. On instinct you managed to block it, but you were so thrown off by the action. “Xiao?!” You exclaimed, completely caught off guard. Why was he attacking you? Did he really hate you that much?! Too many thoughts ran through your mind for you to make sense of. 

“Xiao! H-Hey, it’s me...!” You called. Unable to read his expression behind the intimidating mask, you stepped back, over and over, doing everything you could just to stay alive. There was no escape. Xiao’s attacks came faster than you could think. Unable to see where you were going, something caught on your foot.

“Ack!”

You fell flat on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. All you saw was white for a moment. You gasped despite not taking in any air. There was a flash of green, and you truly thought you were about to die. After all the worlds you’ve traveled through, this is the one that ends you...

There was no pain. Opening your eyes, you looked up. Xiao had his spear pointed at your neck, but it only hovered above the skin. His grip was shaky, something you’ve never seen before. All of a sudden, the silence was broken.

“Why....?” It was strange to hear the adeptus’s voice after so long. It was rough and low, but it sounded so much sadder than you remember. The edges of his mask began to fade away, slowly revealing Xiao’s face. His brow was scrunched up, frusterated and upset. But more then that....

There was a drop on your cheek. Gasping lightly, you stared into the gold pools of sorrow that were Xiao’s eyes, tears falling freely. Now his mask was gone, and his spear began to vanish as well, both fading into the wind. Now leaning forward, his hands now rested on either side of your face.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” Sadness mixed with anger. “Make me feel...like I’m worth more than I really am...” Those words broke your heart.

“I don’t deserve this... I don’t deserve your kindness! A tool has no need for these feelings...! And yet...you caused this..” His fist pounded on the grass next to you. There’s too much to take in...

Raising your hand, you made contact with the adeptus’s cheek. Holding it gently, you couldn’t help but notice how Xiao seemed to lean to the touch. You chuckled, the sound ringing out through the world around you.

“Next time...” You spoke quietly. “...how about you just come talk to me?”

After a moment to take in your words, the yaksha’s face crumpled even more. Lowering himself to hide his shame, his forehead came to rest on your chest, elbows now touching the ground as he cried quietly.

You wrapped your arms around the other, hoping that when he had calmed down, you and Xiao could just...talk again.

[whumpmatsus]

Heeey if still taking requests could you write one 3-D. Maybe Todomatsu or Jyushimatsu. Plz and thanks

Ultimate Whump Writing Meme! / ACCEPTING!

3. Acute non-infectious conditions

D: Hypothermia

I went ahead and did both of them because Suematsu is too good!!

there's a good amount of Allmatsu mixed in too though, enjoooooooy 💛💖

-

“Rain, rain, go away… don’t… aaahahaha, how does the rest of that song go, Totty? Does it just keep repeating ‘go away’?? That’d be silly.”

Totty groans as he trudges through the streets with his immediate older brother, trying to see their way through the sheets of rain that have begun to fall. It wasn’t like this when they set out to the bar; it was actually supposed to be really nice today. Damn weathergirl, being super cute but horrible at her job.

“I don’t know how that stupid thing goes,” he mutters. The rain suddenly starts coming down even harder, and he quickly scurries closer to Jyushimatsu’s side. Why is this so freaking scary? It’s just rain.

They shouldn’t be having this hard a time finding their way home. They both know the neighborhood like the back of their hand. It might have something to do with the fact that, although they’re not outright drunk, they’re a little tipsy, and the rain is making it hard to see exactly where they are.

To his credit, Jyushimatsu circles an arm around his younger brother as soon as Totty presses up against him. “Awwww, Totty! Are you okay?”

He lets out a small huff. Even though he has trouble being vulnerable with his big brothers sometimes, it’s easier with Jyushimatsu. Besides, in this situation, he can’t very well just pretend not to be scared. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. I’m just really cold and I wanna be home. Do you know where the hell we are?”

“Mmmmmmm…” The fifth eldest’s eyes go wide and catlike, then he laughs as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Nope! It’s pretty cold out, though, huh?”

“And rainy, which is making it worse!” Totty winces at his own voice; he can see where his brothers might think he’s a little whiny. “We’re getting wet, nii-san. Look, my hoodie’s all…” He waves his sleeve. “… Soppy! We’re gonna catch colds and be in bed for a freaking month.”

Jyushimatsu blows a raspberry. “Pbblhht! We’ll be fine, Totty! Aaaah, it is pretty cold, though… maybe we should stop at a cafe or something and try to dry off.”

“And how do you propose we do that? We don’t know where anything is, so how are we gonna find a door to anywhere, much less a cafe?”

“Hmmmm… I dunno. Well, we’ve gotta keep walking anyway, otherwise we’ll never get anywhere.”

Totty pouts and leans against Jyushimatsu’s shoulder. He’s looking for warmth, but his brother is just as freezing as he is. There’s no heat to be found out here at all. The two of them are drenched, the rain refuses to let up, and the few beers they had don’t seem to be doing either of them any favors.

“I just wanna go home… how can we not know where we are?” He nuzzles in, and Jyushimatsu’s hug gets a little bit tighter. “A-ah… it’s getting really cold, Jyushimatsu-nii-san. My clothes are soaked now and it’s making me feel really heavy, like it’s hard to move.”

Jyushimatsu pauses in walking to contemplate that, noticing that he kind of feels the same way. The water has seeped into his clothes, causing every step to feel like he’s being weighed down. “Hahhhh, gosh… well. Maybe since we’re so tired, we should stop and rest a little bit? Even if we’ll still be getting rained on, a tiny break might make us feel better.”

A soft hum is what he gets in response. “Maybe…? I’m not really that tired, but sometimes sitting for a minute charges your energy back up a bit. Looks like there might be a building here… should we sit down?”

“Yeah, sitting down sounds great!” Jyushimatsu feels in front of the two of them for a second, then plops down. Predictably, the action takes Totty with him, and the two youngest brothers are collapsed against the side of a building in a tangled heap of limbs.

Totty eagerly snuggles into his big brother, a series of shivers running through his body. “O-oh, my God. Nii-san, I’m really c-cold.” It’s as though he didn’t fully process how much heat he didn’t have until he wasn’t moving anymore. At least walking kept their blood pumping a little. Now that they’re not moving, the chill starts to set in even more.

“Y… yeah, me too…” Jyushimatsu puts both arms around Totty, and a nearly identical volley of shudders makes him shake as well. His breath begins to quicken; worse is that he notices Totty’s doing the same thing. “Hey… Totty… d-do you feel kind of like… my heart is…”

“T-trying to pound out of your chest? Yeah, m-mine’s doing that too.” The youngest whimpers and buries his face in Jyushimatsu’s neck.

A few seconds pass like this, with both of them curled against the building, shivering in each other’s arms. The rain is still pelting them with an onslaught of icy droplets and making everything worse.

Totty whimpers quietly. “J-Jyushimatsu-nii-san… maybe we should… try knocking o-on the building? If there’s somebody inside, th-they might take us in to warm up until the rain’s over…”

“Haaaah…? Oh. Oh, good idea, Totty!” His hand is shaking as he lifts it up. Somehow, though, he manages to rap his knuckles a few times on what he thinks is the door.

“There…” His cheeks are starting to itch from the cold wind, so he’s hoping if he can keep Totty tucked against him, that’ll keep the youngest from feeling it too badly. “It’s okay, Totty… s-someone’s gonna come help us!”

-

The two youngest sextuplets don’t really know how lucky they are or how bad a fate this could have been until the door opens and they hear a familiar voice shrieking, “Oh, my God! Osomatsu! They’re right out here!”

There’s a huge clamor to get them inside, and once they are, they both shiver more from the sudden leap in temperature; a warm house interior is vastly different from the frigid downpour outside. It was Choromatsu who opened the door and starts instantly trying to strip his brothers down, herding them into the bathroom. He’s talking a mile a minute, saying that they were all just getting ready to come out and look for Jyushimatsu and Totty, and practically yelping when he touches them.

“You guys are ice-cold! Osomatsu, get in here and grab the thermometer!” he calls as he starts by pulling Totty’s hoodie off. “If their temps are under 32, we’re gonna have to take them to the hospital.”

Osomatsu is there at lightning speed, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for the thermometer. “32?!Can our thermometer even read that low??” He finally yanks it out, giving it a brief rinse before sticking it under Totty’s armpit now that his shirt is off. “What the hell were you two douches doing just sitting in the fucking rain like that?!”

“We were j-just resting!” is Jyushimatsu’s defense. “We couldn’t find our way home f-from the bar ‘cause the rain was r-really coming down… and our clothes felt all heavy from the rain… s-so we just… thought we’d sit for a second. We were kind of c-cold and wet…”

“K-kind of?” Choromatsu all but rips Jyushimatsu’s hoodie off. “The two of you are dripping like bad mascara! You’ll be lucky if you don’t end up with pneumonia!”

Osomatsu lets out a hiss as he sits Totty down so he can tug the youngest’s jeans off. “No, they’re lucky I don’t treat them like the babies they are and shove the thermometer up their asses! Next time, you shit-for-brains call your big brothers and one of us will come pick you up! You can’t walk home in the fucking rain like that, and you definitely can’t sit down in the fucking rain like that!”

“W-we’re sorry…” Totty mumbles. “My phone was dead and… and we had a few drinks… i-it started raining out of nowhere!”

While Choromatsu busies himself with taking Jyushimatsu’s capri pants off, the other two brothers hover at the doorway. “Are they okay?” Karamatsu is the first to speak up.

“They look like a couple of drowned rats,” Ichimatsu scoffs.

The thermometer beeps, and Osomatsu pulls it out to look at it. “Choromatsu, it’s, like… 34.6.”

Choromatsu looks like he wants to explode, but instead he takes a deep breath so he doesn’t start screaming his head off. “Okay… okay, that’s not as bad as it could be. They’ve got hypothermia, but I’m pretty sure that temperature is in the range for it being mild. So they shouldn’t need the hospital… we just have to warm them up. And they’re still shivering, which is a good sign. Take Jyushimatsu’s temperature too, just in case, okay?”

The second and fourth eldest shift over by the door, exchanging a glance with each other. “What do you want us to do?” Karamatsu asks, looking uncharacteristically nervous.

“Yeah,” Ichimatsu adds, “how do we get them warmed up from this?”

Choromatsu takes another breath, seeming to collect his thoughts. “Well, Osomatsu and I are going to get them out of these wet clothes and into their pajamas. Karamatsu, can you make them each a cup of tea? Warm but not piping hot, and put some honey and agave in it. And Ichimatsu, pull out some blankets, please. Make sure the kotatsu is on, too, but on, like, the medium setting. Since it’s not that bad, they should be able to warm up under their own power with a little help.”

Karamatsu and Ichimatsu look at each other again, then nod. “We’re on the case, brothers! Don’t worry about a thing; you’ll be warm and cozy before you know it!”

“Yeah, we’ll take care of it.” Ichimatsu nudges his big brother as if to lead him off into the other rooms. “C’mon, Kara. Let’s go get everything set up.”

Karamatsu bobs his head again, then the two of them are gone to carry out their jobs.

Osomatsu pulls the thermometer out from under Jyushimatsu’s arm. “He’s 34.7, Choro.”

“O-okay… good, so, they’re both just about the same. Can you get them dried off while I go grab their pajamas?”

“Yeah, no problem.” Osomatsu dashes out briefly to get a couple of towels, and quickly throws both of them over each of his brothers. “You guys… can’t leave my baby brothers alone for two seconds… Totty, I know your phone was dead, but what about Jyushi’s?”

Jyushimatsu yanks the towel down off his head and reaches over to start helping dry Totty off. His only little brother is doing slightly worse than he is ― teeth chattering, his whole body shaking like a leaf, and tears down his cheeks, probably brought on by simply being so uncomfortable and having their big brothers scolding them. “I forgot mine when we left,” he admits. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t think we were gonna b-be gone that long!”

“Okay, but then why didn’t you just use the bar’s phone??”

Totty whimpers as he leans in to Jyushimatsu rubbing the towel over him. “L-like we said… we had a few drinks… I-I guess we just… didn’t think about it…”

At least the sigh Osomatsu gives doesn’t seem like he’s going to keep yelling at them; more than anything the rest of their brothers appear relieved that the two of them are okay. “Well, next time just try to stop and think. If you hadn’t made it back here, we might not have found you till things were a lot worse. You know there’s such a thing as freezing to death, right? It’s cold enough that if you spent much longer out there, you guys would’ve had to go to the hospital to have this taken care of.”

He moves over to vigorously rub the other towel over Jyushimatsu’s body to dry him off, evidently content to let the fifth eldest take care of drying Totty. “Thank God we can just take care of you here. Are you guys feeling a little less soggy now?”

“A-a little,” Totty murmurs. “I’m still shivery, though. D-did Choromatsu-nii-san say we get tea…?”

As if on cue, Choromatsu slips back into the room with a change of clothes. He takes over the towel from Jyushimatsu’s hands, giving a last once-over to finish drying Totty off. “Yeah, Karamatsu is making you guys some tea. And we’ll get you settled under the kotatsu, and one of us will cuddle up on each side of you to get you warm.”

He sighs, giving them both a relieved smile; he looks a little less anxious than he did a minute ago. “Hopefully we got you inside soon enough to keep you guys from catching cold.”

“― Hhts’CHUU! IshHUU!” Without warning Totty snaps his head down into the towel, muffling a couple of high-pitched sneezes. Almost immediately after another violent shudder runs through him.

“Maybe I spoke too soon,” Choromatsu chuckles, pulling Totty’s pajama pants up over his hips. “Bless you. Come on, let’s finish getting you dressed and then you two can relax. Sorry if it seemed like we were upset with you… we’re just worried. This could have been a lot worse.”

Osomatsu mirrors the gesture, tugging Jyushimatsu’s clothes on. “It’s okay, though. You’re home now, so we can take care of you. Let’s get you two dickholes warmed up, okay?”

Choromatsu hums in agreement. “Bring the thermometer with you, Osomatsu. We should check their temps every so often to make sure they’re warming up.”

Both of the youngest are still shivering as they’re guided out of the bathroom and downstairs to the kotatsu. They’re greeted with Ichimatsu wrapping blankets around them as soon as they sit down, not quite surprised by the way he tucks the ends snugly around his brothers. (As much as he pretends not to give a shit, anyone who really knows him knows that he’s gentle when one of them needs care.)

After that’s done, Ichimatsu settles in against Jyushimatsu’s side, and Choromatsu goes over to press in next to Totty, while Osomatsu vanishes into the kitchen. Although they’re both grateful for their older brothers’ presence, they’re also snuggling in with each other.

Only a second later, Karamatsu and Osomatsu reappear from the kitchen, each carrying a bowl and a mug. “There’s the tea,” Karamatsu announces, “but I also took the liberty of heating up a can of soup. Any other time I would make it from scratch myself… since time is of the essence in this situation, however, it will have to suffice.”

Jyushimatsu reaches forward for the bowls, scooting one closer to Totty before taking a sip himself. “Mmmmmm! Th-thanks, Karamatsu-nii-san. Drink up, Totty!”

“It won’t k-keep us from getting sick,” the youngest mutters, nuzzling against Jyushimatsu’s shoulder. “Mm… it smells good, though.” He takes a gulp from his tea first, letting out an almost blissful sigh after he swallows. “Ooh… i-it’s really sweet… yum…”

As the two of them slurp their tea and soup, Osomatsu sits down next to Choromatsu and Karamatsu lowers himself into the spot beside Ichimatsu. All their older brothers are watching them intently, probably still a little spooked from finding the two of them so close to trouble.

Once a few minutes pass and Jyushimatsu and Totty have each gotten some of the warm fluids down, Osomatsu gets up from his seat to check their temperatures again. Though he gets a little grumbling for his efforts, he lets out a sigh when he plops back down beside Choromatsu.

“Phew, it looks like we’re going the right way here,” Osomatsu laughs, showing off the thermometer to the third eldest. “35 and 35.1, they’re climbing.”

Choromatsu nods and gives Totty a gentle push to take another few sips of his soup. “Well, it’s slow going, but at least they didn’t go down even more. At this rate, they should be back to normal in a few hours.”

By this point, both of the youngest are starting to feel much better. Being in dry clothes is like heaven, and the soup and tea are warming them from the inside out. Not to mention, being nestled between their brothers, having so much kind attention lavished on them, helps a lot.

After Totty takes another few swallows, he presses himself up against Jyushimatsu’s neck, just the same as he did when they were outside. “Mm… th-thanks for getting us back home, nii-san…”

“Aaaah!” Jyushimatsu lets out a laugh that’s a bit softer than his usual one. He shifts around, putting an arm around his little brother. “I didn’t really know we were h-home, but… I was really trying!”

Totty smiles, cuddling into the hug ever farther. “Well, we’re home now… I-I feel a lot better.”

The rain continues to come down outside… but now they’re safe.