#high school hunk

[seizethenightagain2]

A) Dylan

B) Zac

C) Both

[fitstud]

[kiyoomiiz]

miya osamu's love is constant and quiet. there's too much of it clogging his throat and he struggles to get the simplest of compliments out. it's clunky and doesn't come out right most of the time. but its love, nonetheless.

its love in the way that he slices mangoes and peals oranges for you to snack on. its love in the way that the sun spills from his lips when he smiles at you. its love in the way that it's all-consuming and surrounding the both of you in its warm embrace. its love in the way that he tells you awful jokes to lift your mood, even if it's at the cost of his embarrassment. osamu would put everything on the back burner for you, and no, you wouldn't even have to ask him to. he'd do it simply because he loves you.

[sportsgearfet]

[v-tired-queer]

I need help for an AU because I cannot decide for the life of me if Coran would be a guidance counselor or a history teacher h e l p

I have a Sheith AU rattling around in my brain where they + the gang are high school teachers (save for Allura; she's the principal) and everyone else has already been assigned a subject or two to teach except for Coran.

If you're interested, ti's be as follows:

Keith: Algebra and calculus

Shiro: Physics and astronomy

Lance: English as a Second Language, Spanish, music

Hunk: Chemistry and home economics

Pidge: Computer science and biology

Lance is the only one with three classes to teach because he was very passionate about keeping the music department alive at their school. The others all help out if/when needed. Lance and Keith co-direct the Glee club (this is not a crossover lmao). Shiro and Keith both help with the GSA (gay/straight alliance). Pidge and Hunk coach the robotics team together. At Allura's insistence, they're all involved with the PTA.

[voltronrenaissance]

well now I’m thinking abt les4bi hance ….. I think lance and hunk have always been a little in love with each other. I think both of them assumed the other one doesn’t feel the same, or that they aren’t REALLY in love, they’re just in love the way best friends are always a little in love.

so they pushed it to the back of their minds and they didn’t say anything when they were roomies at the garrison and hunk caught lance looking at him a little too long when they were getting dressed in their uniforms. and they didn’t say anything when they accidentally went to see a horror movie that they didn’t know was a horror movie and hunk wrapped himself around lance’s torso and hid his face in lance’s neck. and they didn’t say anything when they snuck a bottle of wine into their room and got drunk together and maybe kissed just to see what it felt like. and it felt like sparks and it felt right and it felt whole and they didn’t say anything because it would change everything.

and then hunk come out as a lesbian and lance doesn’t know how to feel. shouldn’t he feel heartbroken that he doesn’t have a chance? why doesn’t he? why does his heart only squeeze with longing?

and then, a year later on the castle ship, lance finally comes to term with her transness. shes a girl, at least sometimes she is, and she wasn’t heartbroken because hunk loves girls and lance is a girl too!

but there’s still years of friendship between them and the ghost of the drunken kiss on their lips keeps them in the limbo of friends who are in love and neither of them are brave enough to step over the line and say I want this, I’ve been waiting for this

so there’s stolen glances, hunk’s fingers brushing against lance’s neck while he helps her try on some fun wigs, lance pressing herself against hunk entirely because she has no sense of personal space, holding hands when they walk together, lance doing a bit and feeling her heart pound when hunk “yes, and”s her because he’s always so in sync with her and they’ve always fit together like puzzle pieces but

they’re just best friends, right?

[thearchertheprey]

11 and/or 27 for mayple OR 13 for mr evergreen :)

may maple:)

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

three lyrics from three songs:

i've never been a natural; all i do is try, try, try...

my waves meet your shore, ever and evermore

make the friendship bracelets / take the moment and taste it / you've got no reason to be afraid

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

most FUN? hunk voltron because i was obsessed with him in high school. i just realized that subconsciously ranger maple took his outfit. i think they would hate each other i think they would fight to the death

mr evergreen:)

13. Your favorite friendship they have

MAY CLEARLY. WHOSE ACCOUNT DO YOU THINK IM ON. i be tagging things with newrival but really the newrival was the deep and profound friendships we made along the way with ppl who taught us how to accept ourselves and forge our own paths. delta is way better equipped to talk abt all wallys friends than i am. i am simply the court scribe.

with that said i think his funniest friendship is with brendan serafino because toki & i decided that theres an entire generation of teenage girls in hoenn who are CONVINCED theyre secretly dating. it's the pokemon world version of larry stylinson. the conspiracies run unbelievably deep. wally hatched some ralts eggs at fino's daycare and it broke the internet for three days

[verus-animus]

Hot Massage

"P-Please... S... S... Stop..." Jeremy tried to plead desperately, but his numb lips and face made it incredibly hard.

"Shhh... Don't speak. You'll only waste your energy." I shushed the handsome hunk that laid beneath me. Opening another bottle, I poured out the clear serum and massaged it into his firm chest. It quickly began heating up and his skin soften slightly.

"W-Why....." He asked. I could tell he was trying desperately to make his large muscles move, but unfortunately all it did was twitch his fingers.

"Why? I don't know, Jeremy... Maybe it's because of all those years back in high school that you bullied me and completely ruined my reputation and any chances of me getting into a good college, or maybe it's because of the 'accident' you caused which burned half of my face off... What do you think?" There was definitely a hint of anger within my voice, but I quickly calmed down and continued massaging his warm pliable chest.

"...I-I'm s-sorry...." He really meant it this time. Unlike all those other times he said it in front of his peers. But it didn't matter anymore.

"A bit too late for that, Jeremy... Even if I have forgiven you for all those years back then, the serum has already reached its full effect. There's really no going back now." I smothered my hands against his rippling skin and felt how they slowly began sinking into him. Into his flesh.

"...no...ah..." He gasped, as he felt me invade his very flesh. My elbows disappeared as I got closer and closer to his anguished numb face.

"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. Once I push my head inside and overlap my brain onto yours, you'll never have a thought of your own again. From now on I'll control your every movement, your every breath, and your every heartbeat. It'll be my rugged hands running across these perfect pecs, my juicy ass squeezing dildos deeper inside, and my handsome scar-free face hungrily licking up all the residue from the bathroom mirror."

I gave his glazed-over eyes one last look and pushed my lips against his soft ones, before I plunged my entire head inside his. His fingers clenched together and he began gasping for air, as I moved around inside him and positioned myself correctly. As soon as I settled down my mind suddenly exploded with all of Jeremy's memories, dreams, and aspirations. I felt them embrace me and flow into me, until I felt myself own them as if they had always been mine.

I opened my new eyes just in time to see the last of the rippling effect on my new large chest settle down. As it did, I felt a torrent of unbridled cum unleash itself underneath the warm blanket.

It was done. Jeremy had taken everything from me back then; my life, my reputation, my future, my face... Now, I've taken it all back; the successful life, the promising future, and even the perfect face. This was a brand new start for me, the new Jeremy...

Happy New Year everyone! Thought I'd pop by and let you all know that I'm still around. I haven't been feeling very inspired lately, and with a lot of things going on in life I haven't really taken the time to properly write. Still, I thought I'd give you all a treat with this older draft I made a while back. Hope you all enjoy it, and perhaps you'll hear more from me this new year! /Verus <3

[cheesiedomino]

Second Chances ꙳ ੭ * ‧

synopsis: your old situationship from many years ago just moved back in town and of course, he has to text you. but it’s not just any normal text — he’s asking you out on a proper date this time. will you give a second chance to Cupid? or will you be left here feeling stupid?

genre: lee minho x fem!reader | exes (??) to lovers wc: 4.6k tags/warnings: fluff, some light angst, slightly suggestive but nothing srs, mild cursing, kissing, small mentions of crying T-T

now playing 🎧: from the start by laufey

[this is part of my valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]

“Why don’t you give Tinder a try already? I’m sick of hearing you nagging all day about being lonely!” Areum abruptly suggests mid-convo , resting her palm on the side of her face.

As you both casually wait for the food to arrive, you end up on the dreadful topic of dating again. You got into a real heated discussion with her, sitting in a booth at this new restaurant one of your coworker’s recommended. It wasn’t super well known but they wouldn’t stop raving about how delicious their breadsticks were. The place wasn’t too jam packed but definitely had a decent amount of people. What you weren’t anticipating on was seeing dozens of couples here, it kind of threw your whole vibe off since it only reminded you of your current sad relationship status. Maybe you were putting far too much thought into it but everything seemed so highly unfair. Glaring in envy while they all happily rub in your face that they’ve found their forever companion.

Life really can be cruel at times.

“You can’t be for real right now..” you instantly side eye your friend from across the table. Feeling personally triggered whenever she mentions online dating. You refuse to try it, never wanting to partake in such a vain concept where you swipe left and right based solely on looks. “That’s not the same as real romance. I want to meet someone naturally, wanna tell my kids when they grow up how I met their dreamy, hunk of a father in aisle 39 at Whole Foods.”

One could say it’s almost pathetic in a way— this burning desire you harbor within, longing for a pure, quaint, and beautiful love. Constantly catching yourself daydreaming about finding your life partner, the person you’re going to marry and possibly create an eternal family with. That day has yet to come unfortunately, but you still hold onto the thought of you someday meeting the one.

You thought you found them before, but thou shalt not speak thy names out into existence.

“Well, good luck finding ‘real romance’ in the big age of 2024-” Areum snorts in amusement, taking a pause to sip on her mango strawberry lemonade. “I need whatever drugs you’re on that’s making you this delulu so I can fantasize about my knight and shining armor that’s never coming!”

God you hate that word. Delulu. Why are you suddenly “delusional” for wanting a picture perfect romance? It doesn’t need to be perfect per se, but you want to feel adored, swept off your feet and embraced like the true queen you are. Was that too much to ask? Considering the current state of dating in this day and age, it might just be.

“I mean, let’s face it girl. You literally don’t know the first thing about love ___, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like in the K-dramas y’know! Haven’t you only had like one boyfriend in high school? You barely even dated that guy for a month-”

“That’s because he dumped me to go move to LA and become a dumb YouTuber!” You snapped back, cutting her off to get all the facts straight.

It was hard not to grimace while thinking of such old memories. Dating a Minecraft streamer definitely had to be one of the most embarrassingly cringe choices you’ve ever made.

“Whatever that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to get at here is you don’t have the best track record when it comes to men. Remember that other guy you were seeing before we graduated? I thought y’all would’ve dated for sure but he turned out to be a dickhole just like the rest of ‘em…” Areum shakes her head in disbelief, recalling all those times you’d call in a frenzied panic about things not working out.

“What was his name again? Min… Minwoo? No, that’s not it.. it was definitely Min something.” She attempts on remembering but keeps drawing a blank.

“Minho.” You answer almost instantaneously. His name still rolled off the tongue smooth as velvet.

It felt weird though. Saying it out loud after so many years of blocking it from your immediate vocabulary. A name you thought would never escape your lips again.

“Damn, you really still think about him don’t you?” She dares to ask, knowing how difficult it is for you to even talk about this anymore.

You only respond by nodding slowly, unable to bring yourself to look at her. It was far too intense; bearing the emotions of hurt and guilt from a past fling that meant more to you but nothing to the other. That’s how most of your tragic stories end— always too overly into them while they barely reciprocate any of that energy towards you. The thing is, you thought Minho actually liked you, even so far as wanting to date in the near future. Considering he brought you over his parent’s house (to hook up of course), and though you didn’t meet them you still think that meant something. Most men don’t just bring any woman they’re seeing to their parent’s place without somewhat thinking a potential relationship could happen down the line.

“So that’s why you should download Tinder and start swipin’ on some other cuties! It’ll at least distract you for a bit and get your mind off that asswipe,” Areum pitches her idea once more, “there’s plenty other fish in the sea ___. Not everyone online is some crazy serial killer, plus you clearly don’t seem to be having much luck out in the real world.”

You wanted to jump up from the table and erase that smirk from her face but instead you roll your eyes at that last remark. “I don’t need those shitty dating apps. I’m very capable of finding someone in real life for your information!” You quickly retort as a means to defend yourself. Even though she did have a point, her delivery could’ve been a little bit nicer.

It’s not easy being a hopeless romantic, you can’t help but yearn for that special someone to enter your life and change it for the better. You won’t feel wholly satisfied nor complete until you do. The sad reality of the matter was that you are still painfully single. No one’s interesting enough to cease your attention, let alone go on any actual dates. Areum’s had enough of your bitching and whining though, there’s only so many rants and tirades she can keep listening to about your vicious hatred for men before she loses it completely. Your nonexistent love life has become more of a nuisance as that time of year approaches— Valentine’s Day. A god forsaken holiday you’ve always loathed with a passion. Wanting nothing more than to be one of those girls on the receiving end getting flowers and chocolates. A day full of the utmost joy and pleasant surprises from your loving significant other.

Must be nice..

Speaking of surprises.. The buzzing in your ear echoes from your phone pinging loudly, indefinitely startling you. Grabbing it to check the sudden notification, your eyes go absurdly wide at the contact name displayed on your screen. Blinking numerous times from shock, you stare at your phone in incredulity; making sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

Lee Minho. The Lee Minho?

What kind of sorcery is being conjured where the instant you bring him up, he somehow texts you after all these years of not speaking? This coincidence was more than unsettling to you. A part of your inner thoughts still believes this is all some elaborate joke being played on you, waiting for a cameraman to pop out of some curtain to announce you’ve just been pranked. But nothing happens, life proceeds as normal. Now you’re left with the most puzzling notification you might’ve ever received.

It was your last year of college and the pressure of your academics along with appeasing your family was getting to you immensely. You needed an escape from all of it, desperately. Which you found through none other than Lee Minho, the boy who worked as a barista at Cozmo’s; this coffee shop you used to frequent a lot. It was a cute, small family-owned establishment and they made the best matcha lattes— in your humble opinion. You’d pick one up almost every day along with a slice of freshly baked cinnamon bread. It started off as only playful banter with him in the beginning, then it lead to more as time went on. One day, as you reached out to pay he blocked your hand from moving any closer, letting you freely walk away without spending a dime. This soon became a regular occurrence, as you’d start seeing Minho outside of work, getting to know more and more about him. You remember so desperately wanting to date back then, pitying your past self for thinking there was even a chance.

‘Maybe he’s just texted the wrong person’ you psyche yourself into thinking, but when you unlock your phone to finally read the message — an uncomfortable lump forms in the pit of your throat.

Minho 🐈:

Hey is this still ___’s number?

You honestly don’t know why you still have his number saved, let alone allowing a whole emoji to be next to it. Though it never was like you to delete anything, no matter how painful it may have been. More lingering questions makes you want to seek out the possible solutions. Why would he text you of all people ? None of this adds up in your mind realistically. Furrowing your brows in concentration, you think of what to say as you draft out a response.

Yes… who’s this?

After a tedious struggle of typing out multiple paragraphs and immediately deleting them, you went over your words a few more times before sending a final reply. It would’ve been strange had you knew exactly who he was off the bat, that’ll just be dead giveaway you still had his contact info saved this whole time. But with that logic, doesn’t that make Minho just as odd for still keeping your number after all this time has passed?

Your phone dings again.

Minho 🐈:

Srsly -_-

Did you really delete my number??

Bet he didn’t see that one coming. He probably thought the moment he texts you, you were gonna kiss up to him like you’ve always done in the past. Mentally giggling to yourself at the image of him getting flustered by you not knowing who he was at first. Feels good to know you knocked his confidence down a peg.

Lol, chillax.. I know it’s you Minho :P

Not even a minute later, a flood of incoming messages appear. Biting your lip out of nervousness, your heart couldn’t stop beating so fast— anxiously checking your phone as the atmosphere around you suddenly gets stuffier.

Minho 🐈:

Better be lucky I didn’t block you after that ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Guess who’s back in the city btw. Did ya miss me? ;)

No need to answer that, I already know you did. You should stop by at Cozmo’s again sometime!

Also what’re you up to this week? I need you to clear out all your plans because I’m taking you out on a date.

You always knew Minho was the bold type but this was on another level. The sheer audacity he has to even ask something like this after not reaching out for almost 3 years was more than ballsy on his part. It felt like a surge of butterflies erupting in your stomach, getting lightheaded as you think about seeing him again. He really had an effect on you like no other.

Glancing up from your screen to finally pay attention to Areum again, you assure her everything’s going to be just fine. “Looks like I won’t be needing to download Tinder after all.”

Later on that day you ended up going to Cozmo’s and meeting up with Minho. It never really took much convincing from him to get you to budge, though it was a hell of a lot worse back then. You used to blindly follow along with anything he said just to seek his approval, hoping that eventually he’ll see you as the girl he wants to settle down with. Alas, nothing ever blossomed into something more, and you knew deep down that this was headed nowhere— but that still didn’t stop you from fantasizing about a future with him. Getting lost into deep thought, head heavy in the clouds as you imagine the idea of Minho confessing his undying love for you. You’ll be so caught off guard as he gets down on one knee, looking at you with the entire solar system in eyes while he proposes in the most charming way. It really is pitiful how much you still daydream about a guy who wasn’t your boyfriend but would constantly act like he was, then up and leaves without mentioning a single word about it.

You convinced yourself he ran off with someone else to have a better life with, even hearing through town gossip that he’s moved to South Korea to pursue becoming an idol. Whatever the case may be it still weighed heavily on your mind that he never bothered to tell you anything, even a simple ‘goodbye’ would’ve sufficed the empty hole in your heart. The main reason you agreed on meeting up with Minho was to finally ask, why? Why did he pretend to like you? Why did he act like your boyfriend when he never had intentions on seriously dating? Why was he so good at making you fall so hard for him..?

“You look great.” You subconsciously blurt out, affixed in a daze as you stare in awe at the man in front of you.

It’s been a while since you came here— never able to fully bring yourself to try and go back. Though you knew this place first, and they really did have the best Mactha lattes in the universe. It reminded you too much of him and you sadly had to let it go.

You weren’t proud of it but you did go home quickly to change clothes and redo your makeup. Usually you wouldn’t care but this was the only guy you’ve been consistently crushing on for years, you had to feel good inside and out. Minho was just as gorgeous as you remembered, if not he looked even more ethereal — which seemed impossible in itself already. He’s grown up so beautifully, his facial features became more sharp, especially his jawline which looks so defined and sculpted by the Gods.

Minho lightly chuckles at your timidness, some things just never change. “You look way better.” His lips drew into a faint smirk as he admires your presence.

He meant every word of what he said, you looked really good, and it was making him even more frustrated that so much time has passed. Regretting the way he handled things so many years ago, wishing he could take it all back and do everything differently. Seeing you again made it easier for Minho to suppress the guilt he’s borne for so long. This moment feels like a second chance to make amends for his past mistakes.

You couldn’t help but blush when you hear his compliment, feeling your ears grow hot as you look at the ground. There was a silent pause between you that lasted for what seemed like ages. Weirdly enough the conversation flowed well after he finally broke the awkwardness, the chemistry was overall still there and were able to pick up right where it left off.

“I’m so glad you came ___, I’ve been dying to see you since I got here. I’m surprised you even still responded to my lame ass.”

Minho’s light confession puzzles you. If he really was dying to see you, why’d he wait so long to get in contact with you? To be fair, you don’t know the exact time he came back.

“Oh, is that so? When’d you come back? Also show me pics of Korea, I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like there.” You fondly inquire, leaning against the side of the wall as he’s still behind the counter. He mentioned to you he’s only working part time because his parents would rather mooch off their son for free labor than to hire and pay a new employee.

“Yesterday,” he quickly states before taking out his phone to scroll through his gallery, “guess my sister must’ve told you I went there huh?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I haven’t talked to Elle in a while. She’s tried hitting me up a few times though.. but I found out through Areum ‘cause she was seeing Hoseok back then.”

They were definitely “seeing” each other alright, but mostly in the bedroom. Areum didn’t want anything exclusive with Hoseok and neither did he, it was the perfect friends with benefits situation. Minho and Hoseok were good friends who’ve known each other for a while, so naturally he’d tell Areum everything and overshare at some point.

“Agh, there’s a customer gotta take this. One sec, sorry!” He briefly apologizes before bringing his attention to the new person heading inside. You nod, signaling he’s good to go. “I’ll be waiting over there,” you point to a small wooden table with 2 chairs in a corner.

Once Minho comes back you notice he’s no longer wearing his purple work apron; back in his regular attire now and sporting an oversized dark grey hoodie that was three times too big. He was holding a large cup with green liquid and a paper bag in his hand, that’s when it clicks for you— he still remembers your favorite meal.

He’s grinning the whole time he’s handing you the matcha latte and cinnamon pastry, smiling from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas Day. This was the most you’ve seen him be so enthusiastic about something, even back when you were “with” him you can’t recall him beaming with such energy like this.

“Awh, thank you. I haven’t had either one of these in years!” You wanted to give him the biggest hug but you refrained from doing so, feeling as though it may be too early for that.

“Of course dear, anything for you.”

Why does everything he says have to make you melt from the inside out? It’s not fair! >:(

Glancing down at your yummy beverage, you see a message written on the side of the glass with bold permanent sharpie. Tilting your head to read it, the words are bit jumbled together but you get the gist. You’re almost left speechless after it reads: ‘___, Will you be my valentine?’

Your most dreaded and least favorite holiday is here, yippee! But, there’s a twist on this year’s turn of events; you actually have someone to celebrate this wretched tradition with. You should be excited but all you’re feeling is the sudden urge to vomit as you were nervous out of your mind. This was kind of weird to you, going on a date with your ex boyfriend who was never even your real boyfriend. Looking back on it now you shouldn’t have tolerated a relationship dynamic like that, Minho was clearly taking advantage of your passiveness by not explicitly saying what he wanted. On the contrary, you had no one to blame but yourself, you never spoke up or criticized anything even if it didn’t coincide with your personal morals.

The fact he never took you on an actual date until now speaks volumes, you obviously didn’t have enough self worth back to demand better treatment. It took you years of figuring out what a real, healthy relationship is supposed to be like through trials of therapy and that was an emotional rollercoaster in itself. All your uncertainties soon faded away once you became more secure and knew exactly what you wanted for yourself. It took every ounce of patience and acceptance to unlearn all your bad coping mechanisms and other toxic behaviors that were only stunting your inner growth. You’re happy to be in a position now where you’re able to express wholeheartedly what you deserve, it’s the best feeling ever to feel like you’re in control of your own life.

You spent almost 3 hours getting ready and your bedroom now looked like a war zone. The outfit you chose was super girly, a frilly white dress with pink platform heels— Minho’s going to drool in amazement when he sees you. When you sent Areum photos of you before heading out, she responds right way with a series of hearts and other sweet comments— hyping you up to no end like the best friend she is. She’s also able to help pull you out of your doubtful headspace, when you felt unsure if you could really go through with this she quickly psyched you out of it. Reminding you exactly who you are and why you are the prize, not him. ‘He should be the one who’s nervous, not the other way around’ you assure yourself over and over as a mini ego boost.

His jaw dropped when he spotted you walking up to his car, infatuated by how pretty and perfect you looked in every way possible. It angers him so much to know he took all this for granted, he didn’t appreciate all of you the way he should’ve but now he gets another chance to redo everything and right his wrongs. It’s a lot of pressure but he bravely accepts it, he could never mess up another opportunity like this again. The car ride was fairly silent in the beginning, you were vibing in peace as the only thing you could hear was Minho’s soft indie playlist as background music.

You ultimately chose to be the one to speak first, breaking the ice with a simple inquiry about the date. “So where are we going?” Looking out at the scenery from the window, all you is trees and more trees. If it’s something to do with nature you surely don’t want any parts of it, you’ve never been too fond of the wilderness.

“It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you.” He keeps a tight seal on today’s destination without dropping a single hint, forcing you to go completely blind into this. As he goes back to focus on the road, you sigh anxiously after hearing him refuse to disclose anything.

Did he seriously forget what kind of person you are? Anyone who’s close to you at all knows you’ve never been into those types of things. Ever.

“You know I hate surprises Minho,” you remind him, attempting to pry for more information. Even shooting him a doe eyed look along with poking out your bottom lip, but he doesn’t falter.

He simply nods, “I know but you’ll like this one, just have a little bit of faith me.” Flashing an innocent smile at you, he seems to be overly confident in whatever his plan consists of.

After almost half an hour passes the car finally comes to a stop, you scan the area and instantly notice a sense of familiarity among the place. Across from you was an ice cream parlor you thought didn’t exist anymore. But there it is, still standing with dozens of customers waiting in line. The small shop was famously known for its fish-shaped ice cream cones, you’ve always wanted to visit the place and try it when you were a little from seeing it on TV all the time. When you told Minho about it, you said how your parents would say it was too far but it actually closed down and they didn’t know how to tell you. From time to time you’d still think about that place, but you would’ve never thought they relocated. Being here with Minho brings an indescribable amount of happiness to your spirit.

“I mentioned this place like one time in passing, how’d you even remember?” You wonder in amazement, after all these years he still remembers something as minuscule as this.

“It may not have seemed like it but I paid attention to every little detail you told me ___, all it. Of course I know you don’t like surprises but how else would I have been able to take you here?” He sweetly expresses to you, not wanting to hold back anymore.

You wanted to cry right here, right now. All your emotions came crashing down at once and it’s hard to keep them concealed. A lot has changed within these years, things feel so different with him now, especially with how much he’s matured. You notice how he doesn’t act like the typical fuckboy in his early 20’s anymore, he’s much more interested in getting to know only person — that being you.

“I’ve rehearsed this in my head like a million times and I don’t think I’ll ever say it the right way I want but it’s time I start being as transparent as possible with you…” Minho takes a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve always liked you ___, from the start actually,” he keeps going, “I was just scared, of what I don’t know.. Commitment maybe?”

Slightly looking in another direction, your vision faintly blurs from tears welling up, “I- I honestly don’t know what to say..”

“Then don’t say anything at all, I don’t need you to. I may not know the first thing about how to love someone, but I want to learn all of it with you.” He feels all the remorse of leaving you alone for all these years, unable to process the pain you must’ve endured at him not getting into contact with you. “I’m so sorry ___. For everything, I’m going to make it all better I promise.”

Your eyes subconsciously flutter shut when he comes in contact with you. Connecting in perfect symmetry with your lips to sync together in motion. His gentle hands cupped your face delicately; his touch was so warm and inviting. Your fingers were deeply tangled in his brunette locks, relishing every minute as he tilts his head to capture more of you. He genuinely couldn’t believe he went this long without kissing these luscious lips again. His tongue grazed the bottom of your lip to subtly ask for entry and you comply. Dopamine floods both your senses like a series of fireworks going off, feeling intoxicated by each other’s taste. It was probably that vanilla bean chapstick you always wore— an old favorite of his and is still your go-to flavor of choice. He wanted to savor you in this moment for as long as he could, cherish the fact he has you in his hold again.

“Want to know something funny?” He asks out of nowhere, still smirking from that heated kiss that just happened seconds ago.

“Hm?”

“You’re the reason I ended up coming back here.” Minho states bluntly, no hesitation detected in his voice whatsoever.

You struggle to comprehend anything, overwhelmed by all his sudden confessions. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I never want to leave your side ever again ___. I’m staying here with you, I already made the biggest mistake of losing you once I can’t let the same thing happen twice.” He spoke tenderly from the bottom of his heart, it felt so genuine you couldn’t not believe him.

Going back to rewind time isn’t possible, but “do-over’s” are, and sometimes we’re able to get those second chances to make things right when we get them wrong the first time.

[End <3].

[queenie-the-court-jester]

slumber party!

Yandere friend group x fem!reader

Tw: none that I can think of, reader is mentioned to have a childhood author randomly thought of, you can change it in your mind if you like. Not proofread 🌺

⭐you grew up with your friends, having known eachother since diapers! Your parents often left you in a daycare since they were busy with their jobs, and that's how you met Cassidy. A bright and cheerful girl, capable of lighting up a room with her toothy smile. When she saw you crying in a corner, missing your parents, she hastily snatched a couple of crayons and rushed over. Sitting next to you and holding out a pudgy hand, offering the red crayon.

"hi! I'm Cassidy! But you can call me cassie.. what's your name?"

🛍️ skipping a few years, you and Cassidy were in first grade. Obsessing over my little pony and worms, when suddenly you came across Michelle. A prickly girl you've known since kindergarten, but she was always too stuck up and bossy to ever get along with anyone. She held out a chocolate with a furrowed brow, looking flustered as she moved from side to side, the way your choir teacher hated

"can.. may i.. play with you, please..?" You swore you could hear your homeroom teacher cheering in the background

🎀it was 4th grade, you, Michelle and cassidy were in that ripe age where all boys were Icky and gross and had all types of nasty cooties. The constant squabbling and booger picking you'd see from the aforementioned solidly confirmed it. You spotted the new girl, Vivian getting harassed by the class weirdo, some Asian fetishizer. So you bravely stood up, walked over.. and tripped on your untied shoe laces, landing face first into the carpeted floor. Viv gasped and quickly rushed over to you, making sure you were alright before letting out a soft giggle

"you should be more careful.. you're y/n right? You have a very lovely name"

💀 7th grade, the emo and dragon ball z kids were making themselves known. You were laying on the classroom floor, resting your head in Vivian's lap as Michelle dangled a vine of grapes Infront of your mouth. Giggling when you obediently opened and bit one off. The giggling stopped and you opened your eyes to see a hot topic magazine boy standing over you all.

"hey! You on the other girls lap! You're my girlfriend now." "...what."

After the boy almost got his shit rocked by your scarily protective friends, you Introduced yourself "y/n" "kiross.." the girls were glaring daggers at him

💕 9th grade, you were starting to see a pattern, a new member of your group joins every few years. So you were preparing yourself mentally, all while Talking and suddenly turning around to walk backwards. Not noticing the boy you were just about to bump into. Your friends quickly rushed forward to try and catch your ass, but it was no use. You fell straight into.. a soft body. The boy you fell ontop of blinked owlishly, before realizing it was you and giving a devilish grin. surprisingly he looked hotter than most guys in your class

"haha, looks like god answered my prayers to send me an angel, my name's Alexis. Nice to meet you"

🔪12th grade came, soon you'd be free from the hell hole known as public high school. You clinged and sobbed in Cassidy's arms, only 6 more months to go. Whining something about not having a boyfriend, ignoring how offended kaiross looked. You dramatically fell to your knees and held your hands clasped together towards the sky, yelling that you wanted a hot hunk and you wanted him right now... Only for an incredibly heavy object to land straight into your back. Sending you both to the ground as the thing made a grunt. Looking up, you damn near had a nosebleed to see the hottest man you've ever seen, daichio

"ah.. sorry pretty girl, you okay down there?" "yeah.. more than okay.." "alright break it up! No soliciting"

⭐after daichio joined, tensions rose in the little friend haven. Vivian and Michelle would squabble over anything involving you, daichio would purposely provoke kaiross to a fight, alexis would pick on Cassidy for always being so close to you. Until you finally had enough. Giving them the biggest tongue lashing they ever had as you yelled at them to be normal people for once and get along

🛍️...maybe it would have been better if they kept fighting, because now they were a hive mind. After secretly talking behind your back, Daichio and kaiross were like your guards dogs since they had the most muscle. Cassidy was your right hand, Alexis being your tutor. Vivian was your emotional support human, and Michelle was your fashion critic and healthy lifestyle planner. You didn't really mind since now they stopped being little bitches and you had free unpaid workers like Kim Kardashian

🎀you didn't even realize when your group suddenly started gathering attention. Becoming the most popular in the span of a few weeks, how? You didn't know. And quite frankly you didn't want to know. You just wanted a partner, good grades and a scholarship. Looks like your getting all three. People often crowded around your table or desk, trying to get all buddy buddy with you. Just for a little recognition. Your friends were docile until, well, the confessions came rolling in. But that's another story

Fun facts:

Cassidy goes by she/them and is a very friendly person. Naturally, people confess to her everyday but she only has eyes for you, bisexual!

Michelle's mom is a cop, and her dad a businessman so she comes from a somewhat well off family. She likes to go on shopping sprees and gives you any clothes she doesn't want, a lesbian in denial

Vivian is soft spoken and shy, wherever you are rest assured she's close behind, pansexual

kiross is inlove with you and it's very obvious, it's just that nobody brings it up, he goes by he/them and bisexual

Alexis is very demanding, you could consider him a female version of Michelle. Sometimes mich gives him any clothes she doesn't want, pansexual!

Daichio is a playboy and is good friends with kameron, he speaks English, japanese and currently learning Spanish, straight asshole. BORINGG

[sylv-tf]

Just ReLAX

"Shit, not the fucking door too man!" cussed Connor as the door to his dorm's shared bathroom laid sideways in the frame, having just fallen off its hinges. College was supposed to be his big new start, but everything in this first day had been shit. He missed his first class going to the wrong building, had the tires on his bike stolen, and at the end of it all he had to walk back to his run-down dorm building where the hot water still wasn't working... and now the door.

"Fuck it, I'll just play some WoW or something," he said, walking over to his computer setup. Within five minutes though, he was up again, having discovered the internet connection was so bad he couldn't even log in. It was still early afternoon outside, the sunlight filtering in through the dusty window of his dorm. At the very least he could make sure he knew where his next class was, so he didn't miss it like the first one. Throwing his ratty shoes and loose-fitting knitted sweater on, he headed out the door. Thankfully this one didn't fall off like the last one, but he still just felt tense as he walked out the building's lobby and into the afternoon sun.

His dorm building sat just off the campus quad, which at this point in the day was filled with both students rushing to class and those doing anything to avoid it. As Connor walked across the cracked sidewalks that crisscrossed the green lawn he couldn't help but notice the number of guys just relaxing in the sun. It was hard not to feel outclassed, comparing his greasy brown hair, sweater, and loose jeans to their clean cuts and perms and athletic clothes that draped ever so perfectly against well-defined muscles.

Whatever, he knew he was a nerd. It was fine. Why should he care about fitting in - he didn't in high school anyways. He'd just keep on with his online friends... unless they got busy. That could be a problem. Well, he couldn't even worry about that now since the internet sucked. Maybe his suitemate would know how to fix it? No, they hadn't even moved in yet. And what are the chances they'd even speak to him after he already broke the bathroom door! Fuck, he'd have to get that fixed soon. Where was the maintenance office? Wait, no he was supposed be looking for his next cla-

WHAM

Connor felt a sharp pain on the back right of his skull and the world seemed to spin and flash white for a bit. When he finally got a hold of himself he was looking up at the sky... and there was some guy in orange and white on top of him. Was he... talking? His mouth was moving at least...

"...ro. ...ey, bro ar... ... Bro? Bro, are you okay?"

"Ugh... yeah, I guess, what happened?" replied Connor. The guy above him seemed to lean back a bit after hearing him speak. His bright ginger curls looked fiery in the sun, and dang, he was kinda built too. Was he an athlete? "Yo, I'm so sorry man. I was laxing out with my bro, Casey, and you looked like you zoned out right in the middle of our pass. Freaked me out when you just stopped moving like that, can't like."

"Oh... uh, sorry? I didn't notice I guess. Was kinda wrapped up in my own thoughts or something." Connor couldn't help but mumble. The day just couldn't get any worse could it.

Meanwhile, the ginger hunk squatting over him just turned slightly and yelled back over his shoulder, "Yo, Casey, hurry up with the ice would ya'? And grab a drink too, this guy looks like he could use it!"

He turned back to Connor now, "Nah bro, you're all good. It just happens sometimes. You seemed super stressed out so, I get it bro. Casey and I are like that too right before a big game, but then you like, lock in super hard when the whistle blows and it all washes away and shit."

Connor just stared blankly at this mystery man, clearly from a different world than his own. "Uh... right." As he sat up straight, he felt the burly hand of this ginger "bro" hold his shoulder steady, directing his gaze towards another guy, presumably Casey, jogging over with a wet-looking blue bag and a sports bottle.

"Zach, I got the stuff. How's he doing?" Casey was similarly built to the ginger guy, who Connor assumed to be Zach, but with straight brown hair, squatted down on his left and handed him the drink.

"Where does it hurt bro? We got an ice pack for you."

Sheepishly, Connor accepted the drink and started to look around. There were a few stray glances from passerby, but thankfully it didn't look like he caused a scene... "Just the back right of my head, I can get it," he replied, taking the ice pack with his free hand and holding it to his head.

The cold was sharp but quickly became soothing as it spread from the base of his neck to the rest of his head. As he took a sip of the drink too, he found it tasted oddly good. There was a distinctive metallic note to it, but mostly it was a fruit punch flavor with lots of pineapple and orange. Before he knew it, Connor had downed the whole bottle.

"Fuck, that tasted really good? What is that anyways?"

Casey spoke up, "It's Coach's recipe for the lax team. Gatorade but with his special blend of electrolytes and shit, more or less."

"Huh, so you guys play... lax? Is that a sport, I guess?"

Zach and Casey laughed. "Lacrosse bro. It's sick, you ever played?"

"Nah, look at me man. I haven't played anything in my life." Zach seemed to give the faintest smirk to Casey. "You sure bro?" At this point he began to stand up, and with Casey lifted Connor up by his arms. "I've got a hard time believing someone with these arms doesn't at least work out."

Connor glanced down at his arms. They didn't look particularly built. Well, were they always that tan? He moved them up and down, flexing them a bit. They weren't as twiggy as he thought they were... huh.

"Nah, I really didn't play anything. Guess it's just natural?"

Casey responded, "Fuck bro, if that's natural you've definitely gotta lax out. Come over here."

The two athletes practically pulled Connor along towards their bags, which had been sitting out on the ground a ways away. Connor could see sticks with nets on the ends sticking out, a number of pieces of what looked like chest pads, white rubber balls (presumably what he just got hit with) and a number of other things he didn't quite recognize.

Zach, meanwhile, had already grabbed a set of pads and a stick and was heading back to Connor. "Here bro, throw this over your head," he said, tossing him the pads.

"What?"

"Just do it bro, you don't wanna get beamed with the rock again, right? Casey's got a lid for you too."

Connor looked uncertain but seeing both guys smiling was enough to win him over. "Hey," he thought, "may as well see what it's like to be an athlete for a bit." He struggled briefly with the pads before Zach helped to slide them into place over his shoulders. They felt a bit heavy, but it felt kinda nice too. He was still chilly from the ice pack and the heaviness just made him feel... calm. Or maybe just chilled out?

Casey came in quick with the helmet from the left. Connor had only caught a glimpse of it before. It looked wild, being mostly white but with burgundy and gold decals all along it. Wait... those were the university colors. Was this a helmet from the lacrosse team?

Connor took a step back from Casey. "Wait, guys, is this university property? That's a bit too much for me, I mean I'm just-"

Casey was already at his side and the helmet came down. The inside was soft, not at all what he expected from how jagged the outside looked. It was kind of dark as well, though he could see through the first gap between the bars on the front. Was he actually wearing the school helmet? Was he wearing sports gear right now? In public? What would people think?

Connor could feel and hear the two athletes still strapping on elbow pads but at the same time he felt that calm from before. Did it really matter? He was just trying it out. And the two players with him would clear up any confusion, since they seemed like bros. Yeah... this was fine actually.

He reached up to adjust his helmet a bit as Casey approached with a stick. "Here bro, just follow along with Zach and I and we'll teach you the basics. Just relax."

Connor's mind was blank. Whatever Casey and Zach said was what he did. Learning how to hold his spoon, passing around the rock, stationary at first and then while running. Somehow, no matter what he did he never felt tired. And when the group got thirsty, Coach's drink was always close at hand. As the sun began to set, Zach and Casey called it in.

Connor, like the other two, was drenched in sweat. He didn't even really remember taking his sweater and shirt off, but he must have at some point, because he was bare torso in the setting sun. But man, his body really was better than he gave it credit for. Zach had even said his genetics were crazy to have abs without working out. And Connor felt great. Amazing even! What was he even worried about earlier today? Nothing important, he was sure.

"Zach, Casey, bros. Lax is like, crazy dope dudes."

Zach was the first to reply. "Bro, it's insane you've never laxed before, you picked it up crazy fast. You should honestly talk to Coach. He's got walk-ons next week and if you work with him and us a bit more, I bet you could clinch a spot."

"No way bro, that's crazy. Play for the school? I'm not as good as you two."

Casey butted in. "Bro, you're insane for a newbie. Trust the process, bro. You'd be on in no time. In fact, we should head over now so you can meet him. Help us pack and shit, and we'll jog over. You down?" "Damn bro, really? Fuck yeah, let's do it."

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Needless to say, the walk-on tryouts were a bit of a blowout. With Coach's guidance, Connor was a standout performer, ready to take the field for the team and crush their opponents every time. His new shorter haircut that Coach recommended suited him, just like his new number, #17, and his new carefree, cocky attitude. And like the loyal bros they are, Zach and Casey made sure to grab a picture with their new recruit at media day.

[tfgalore]

How many people can say that their high school bully became their step-bro? Unlikely but probably a few. Now, how many can say they took over their step-bro’s body, and now has all those hot looks for themselves? I might just be the first!

It was easy tricking my bully turned step brother into giving up his body. Promising him a chance to do well on his college application tests, we switched bodies with a little device I made. Within the blink of an eye, I was the hot, jock alpha, and he was the scrawny twink with plenty of health issues. I aced the test of course, thanks to my smarts, and Dane asked me to switch back our bodies.

With a cheeky grin, I flexed his bicep. It peaked and rippled with untold strength. “Nah, I think I’ll hang on to your body for a while, bro.”

His friends were surprised to receive this picture on their phones a few hours after I was done running my hands all over my new body.

Dudes! This ass is open to all you hunks who wants a go!

That simple text had plenty of hot college guys lined at my door for hours, each one having their go at taking their frustration out on my step-bro. It turns out, he wasn’t as popular as he thought and most of his friends hated how cocky and entitled he was.

Each time I let one in, I’d smirk at the perv peeking out from my old bedroom door, watching as another hunk was given a go at breeding his ass. When and if I ever agree to switch back, I doubt his hole is ever going to recover from this…

[shares-a-vest]

So, yeah… I had to write a little Steddie truck-thing. Beep Beep. 🚗 Also, Eddie is totally me taking all of five seconds to mourn the Beemer lmao. Also BIG shout out @dreamwatch and @little-annie for sourcing the make of the truck.

“You got a truck?”

“A Chevy C10,” Steve corrects, chuffed as he takes another look at his new pale blue…

Baby?

Eddie sighs, mourning the loss of Steve’s beloved Beemer – a car he only ever watched from a distance in high school. A vehicle he had spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about occupying.

Riding shotgun… Maybe heading out to Lover’s Lake for a rendezvous… Becoming one of the lucky few to get whisked into the back seat and into the burly, mole-adorned arms of Casanova Harrington…

His longing for time and dreams lost, however, vanish from his pea-brain once he looks back at his boyfriend, and Steve’s bright smile is gone. And it is now replaced with that sour look he would typically only reserve for the likes of Mike Wheeler.

… Okay, so maybe sometimes Eddie is on the receiving end of such a look.

And yeah, his sigh most likely accompanied some kind of disappointed grimace as his eye trailed over the truck’s creamy-white stripe.

“I just…” he trails off, looking Steve over. Steve, with his stupidly tight acid wash jeans and a billowy patterned shirt that shows off the most tantalising little sliver of chest hair. Eddie grits his teeth and leans in – goddamn it, he loves this man, “Didn’t take you for a truck kinda guy.”

Steve searches his face before cocking his chin, eyes hooded and sparkling with charm. Oh, no.

“That so?”

“Mhmm…” he gulps, tight-lipped.

Yep – he is a goner.

“And what kinda car guy did you take me for?” Steve lowers his voice a little as he steps closer and Eddie shields his dignity (aka, a pathetic, lovesick grin) with a lock of hair.

“Cool,” he mumbles before clearing his throat to blurt out a croaky and not-at-all-flirtacious, “Slick.”

“S-lick…” Steve enunciates, his plush lips forming a firm line as he feigns contemplation.

“Fast,” Eddie adds, looking back at the big, shiny hunk-a metal that started this situation.

And right in front of his uncle’s house, no less.

“I can still be fast in this thing.”

“But I liked the Beemer,” Eddie teases with an exaggerated pout.

“Well, it was kinda me or the Beemer for a minute there, baby.”

Baby.

Him?

Non-vehicular, very-much-human Edward Munson?

It makes him tingle all over – a whole lot in some parts, actually. Thank whatever the hell it was that got him out of an undead purgatory nightmare-scape that no one is around to see what is surely one of his more mortifying displays of being totally gone for one Steve Harrington.

Steve.

It was Steve that got him the hell out of… well – a hell, really.

“All to get little ol’ me back?” he musters, blushing now.

Steve nods, his smile returning – even if he now looks a touch misty-eyed at the thought of horrors long past.

Eddie grabs Steve’s hand and yanks him towards the truck.

“Where are we going!” his boyfriend splutters as they only just stumble off the curb.

“You are taking me some place we can make-out – Slick.”

[yutaan]

❄️ Holiday sale! ❄️

Hey there, my lovelies! Once again, the end of the year is fast approaching, which means we’re all looking for gifts for our loved ones (or to keep for ourselves - after all, you lovelies all deserve gifts too)! And what’s a wonderful present for a fandom-savvy giftee? That’s right, it’s ART!

Everything in my INPRNT shop is 10% off for the entire month of December with the code "WH53WI"! And below, we have a wide array of beautiful papercraft originals AND other fabulous fare, all pre-made, packaged, and ready to be shipped to YOU! (Please note that due to tumblr’s image resizing, the artworks are not necessarily displayed at an accurate size in comparison to each other.)

Note: IF YOU ARE PURCHASING A PIECE WITH MULTIPLE VARIATIONS (i.e. one of the mini papercraft/Harrow/Gideon/Howl/Haku), and would prefer a specific one, you may indicate in your email which one you prefer (i.e. "I would like the top right WangXian mini set, please!"), and I will do my best to accommodate you! HOWEVER, I cannot guarantee that the specific piece indicated will be available. If your most preferred variation has already been claimed/purchased but another variation of that piece is still available, you will receive that second choice instead. I apologize for any inconvenience, lovelies!

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BUSTS & WAIST-UPS (approx. 4-5″ tall)

Marcille (Dungeon Meshi) - $75 [SOLD]

Haruhi (Ouran High School Host Club) - $70 [SOLD]

Gideon, Harrowhark (The Locked Tomb) - $85 each [ALL SOLD]

Liu Qingge (SVSSS) - $75 [SOLD]

Jiang Cheng (MDZS/The Untamed) - $85 [SOLD]

Frieren (Frieren: Beyond Journey's End) - $70 [SOLD]

Ed (Fullmetal Alchemist) - $80 [SOLD]

Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries) - $80 [SOLD]

Toph (Avatar: The Last Airbender) - $80 [SOLD]

Oscar (The Rose of Versailles) - $70 [SOLD]

Cherry (Sk8 the Infinity) - $75 [SOLD]

Jasmine (Aladdin) - $45

Meg (Hercules) - $40

Tohru, Yuki, Kyo (Fruits Basket) - 6" tall - $160 [SOLD]

Yugi & Yami Yugi (Yugioh) - 8" wide - $210

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FULLBODIES (approx. 6″ tall)

Aerith (FFVII) - $80 [SOLD]

Wirt - $100, Greg - $75 (Over the Garden Wall) [SOLD]

Reigen (Mob Psycho 100) - $95 [SOLD]

Kagome (Inuyasha) - $75 [SOLD]

Anthy (Revolutionary Girl Utena) - $100 [SOLD]

Princess Tutu (Princess Tutu) - $100 [SOLD]

Howl (Howl's Moving Castle) - $120 each [ALL SOLD]

Haku (Spirited Away) - $120 each [ALL SOLD]

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MINIS (approx. 3-3.5″ tall) - $30 each, three for $80, five for $125

Lan Wangji, [ALL SOLD] Wei Wuxian, [ALL SOLD] Lan Xichen, Jiang Cheng [ALL SOLD], Jin Ling (MDZS/The Untamed) [SOLD]

Yor (Spy x Family), Nezuko (Demon Slayer)

Ciel, Sebastian (Black Butler) [SOLD]

Batman (DC), Elphaba (Wicked) [SOLD]

Chat Blanc (Miraculous Ladybug) [SOLD], Hunk (Voltron), Astarion (BG3) [SOLD]

Bakugo (BNHA), 2B (Nier: Automata)

MINI SETS (approx. 3-3.5" tall) - set of two for $60, set of three for $80, set of four for $105

HuaLian, FengQing (TGCF)

BingQiu [ALL SOLD], QiJiu [SOLD], MoShang (SVSSS) [ALL SOLD]

WangXian [ALL SOLD], Twin Jades, Jin Ling + Jiujiu (MDZS/The Untamed) [CLAIMED]

Sebastian + Ciel (Black Butler)

WangXian + Sizhui (MDZS/The Untamed) [SOLD]

Yunmeng Siblings (MDZS/The Untamed) [SOLD]

Junior Quartet (MDZS/The Untamed) [SOLD]

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SIMPLE PAPERCRAFT (approx. 5" tall) - $20 each

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ZINES (5x7") - $15 each

Battle Damage - 28 pages, multiple artists, matte cover, rated T

Death & Decay - 28 pages, multiple artists, foil cover, rated T

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KEYCHAINS

small size - 2" - $10 each, three for $25, five for $40

sparkle effect (JC) - 4" - $15 each [ALL SOLD]

sparkle effect (Usagi) - 2.5" - $13 each

large size/sparkle effect (Phos) - 2.5" - $8 each

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If you are interested in purchasing any of these artworks, please email me at yutaanchan23@yahoo.com with the subject line “Holiday Sale.” In the body of the email, please include:

Which piece(s) you wish to purchase

Shipping address (please note that shipping outside the US may cost extra)

Preferred email address for Paypal invoice

If you have a tumblr username and would like to include it so I can recognize you, you can also do that! :D But it’s not a requirement.

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Pieces are first-come, first-served, so please be quick! (Likewise, please note that I cannot reserve a piece for you indefinitely unless you are able to pay for it or place a down payment on it at the time you contact me. Thank you for your understanding!) This post will be updated throughout the month to show which pieces have been sold.

Happy gifting, lovelies! ❄️

[manias-wordcount]

Coming Back for More (Jinwoo Sung)

Kinktober 2024 Day Six: Reunion Sex

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You wouldn’t have ever gone for him.

Of course, now that you’re struggling to breathe through your orgasm and he’s finishing inside of you in missionary- the sixth position change of the night, mind you- you don’t think you can exactly say that anymore. Especially since you were more than willing, more than happy to let him rip your panties in two just to get you there. But you wouldn’t have gone for him. Not in the past. Because you just saw him differently in the past. You just did.

You always thought Jinwoo was cute, sure. And you enjoyed the friendship you had with him. And maybe you might have had a teensy little crush all throughout high school since he was always so nice and sincere and just plain adorable. But you never made a move in high school. And even though you kept in contact all throughout university, you didn’t find yourself thinking about moving in on him then either. Even when you knew for sure he was single. It just… never passed your mind. Never was more than a small crush on a boy who you thought was nice. Never even really thought about him in that. Though, of course, that was then. That was the past. But now…

“You alright there, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You’re kicking yourself in every way possible, wondering why the hell you didn’t swoop in sooner. Well… at least, you were. Back before he fucked your brains out and made you cum more times than you count.

“Umm,” You make a soft noise in the back of your throat, your eyes blinking up blearily in front of you. Your mouth forms the words you want to say, but based off of the slurred sounds you hear in your own voice and the light chuckle you hear in the much deeper voice above you, it seems you weren’t able to say much. Although it’s not surprising there. You can just barely register the feeling of the cock inside of your abused cunt finally going still and soft for once this entire session. To be honest, you’re still reeling from your last orgasm. The one Jinwoo was able to bring to you despite you not thinking you were capable of such a feat. The one that had you squeezing your legs around his hips and biting at his shoulder so hard that you swore you tasted blood. “Uh…”

The one that you could safely say that was probably your best orgasms just about ever.

Still, the craziest thing about this to you is how you never thought this was possible. You never thought about him in this way. And you never thought he’d ever think about you in this way either. Though, he was the one who texted first out of the blue. He was the one who suggested going for drinks. He was the one who had to grab you by the shoulder as you walked past him to re-introduce himself as the hunk of a man you don’t remember him ever being. And later in the night, sometime after you both finished catching each other up about what has been happening lately in your lives, he was the one who put his hand on your thigh and asked if you had anywhere important to be in the morning.

And sure, you did have to do some prompting all throughout the night to get him to that point. And you did witness an awkward moment or two while he was in the midst of trying to get you to come home with him. But even so, the Jinwoo you knew never was this forward or bold. The Jinwoo you knew had hands that could never engulf yours like they do today. But the man who met up with you at the bar knew all the right things to do and say. So much so that the man who met up with you at the bar now has the honor of pulling his thick, heavy cock out of your pussy while reaching for the tissues by his nightstand so he could dab at the mess of cum he left between your thighs and talk you back into the land of the living.

“Hey, look at me.” The deep rumble of his unfamiliar comes right by your ear. It makes you gasp and shiver as the sound rolls down your spine. It’s still rough from the way you both exerted yourself during sex. You don’t recall ever being that vocal with a guy before. And you don’t recall him ever being as loud as he was tonight either. But somehow he fucked you like he knew what he was doing. Somehow he bounced you on his cock, folded you in half, topped you, and have you ride him all like he knew what he was doing. All like he wasn’t the Jinwoo you used to know. The lovable, timid, and practically experienceless Jinwoo. But that’s the thing… “Was I too rough? I’m sorry, you’re the first I’ve-”

…he was. He is. He is your Jinwoo. He just is.

“No, no! That was-” You’re quick to cut him off at this point, not willing to let the man who just gave you the best sex of your life get down in the dumps over something he only perceives to be a problem. He was rough tonight, sure. But you wanted it rough. You asked for it rough. And he gave you exactly what you wanted. He gave you exactly what you asked for. Like the good boy, he always was. Though luckily, it’s been long enough that even though your mind is still spinning and there’s still an unbearable sensitivity pulsating through your lower body, you can still gather enough focus to meet his eyes and speak to him. “That was great. Really great.”

And surprising. 

That’s what you want to say to him that you’re staring him in the eyes that aren’t clouded over by lust for the first time tonight. You’re surprised. You’re surprised the sex was so good for someone who had all but admitted to you that he was a virgin. You’re surprised he was able to hide such a monster in his pants. You’re surprised his voice has gotten so deep. You’re surprised he has gotten so tall and so muscular. You’re surprised he has gotten so much more confident than you remember. You’re surprised about nearly every single aspect of him. But most of all, you’re surprised that he’s no longer the boy you had a crush on, but rather a man would have considered yourself lucky to know.

Has it really been that long since you’ve last seen him? Can someone change this much in such a short amount of time? Did he always look like this? Did he always want you in this way? Did you ever want him in this way before tonight? You don’t know. You feel like you don’t know a lot of things. 

You feel like while he was inside of you, stuffing you and stretching you out like it was nothing, you were the closest you’ve ever been to him. You feel like while he was splitting you open and mumbling in your ear about how good you felt around him, you felt like the two of you were connected. You feel like while you were digging your nails into his skin and hooking your legs around his body as you begged him not to stop, you felt like you were rekindling the flames of your crush only to let the fires grow higher and higher in fits of passion and adoration and seduction. But at the same time, you feel like you don’t know anything at all.

He was keeping from something you at the bar. He wasn’t telling you the full story of what was going on in his life when you asked. And a secret or two usually wouldn’t ever feel like much. It has been a while since your high school days after all. He has no reason to trust you with everything going on in his life. But right now, you don’t feel like you truly don’t know anything at all. Because you don’t know how this man was before you ended up being Jinwoo. The same boy you went to school with. The same boy you had a crush on for forever. The same timid boy who you thought you would never end up with in any capacity. You don’t know how this man was before you ended up being Jinwoo. Your Jinwoo.

Though somehow, you know he is. 

You just know he is. Even though his voice has changed. Even though his body has changed. Even though his personality is a little different. Even though every fiber of your being is screaming at you- telling you that this person, this aura has to be entirely someone else. Still, you know it’s him. You know it’s your Jinwoo. He proved it to you earlier tonight. It’s the whole reason he was able to take you home, after all. And honestly, if he wants? He could prove it to you all night long so long as he keeps fucking you like that. And He could keep every secret in the world if he had to too. Just as long as he stays being Jinwoo. As long he stays your Jinwoo. That’d be more than enough to keep you coming back for more. 

That’d be more than enough.

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As a follow up to my earlier post about how Hazbin Hotel's Hell is the perfect premise for the funniest of reunions, here is a collection of random meeting scenarios:

You put on some porn out of sheer boredom and recognize what is definitely the voice of your the shy social outcast you remember from high-school radiating from the twink getting absolutely destroyed by two hunks. Why the fuck is he a dog.

You go to the brothel and see Father Jim from the church your parents dragged you to every Sunday getting it on with not one, but two men. Seems his homophobic preaching did not win him a ticket topside.

You thought at least in death you could escape Karen from the HOA, alas she followed closely behind and you are not at all surprised by her final destination.

You thought Mike from work was a bit weird and off-putting just because he was socially inept, but seeing him thrive in the Cannibal Colony, you are starting to think there might have been more to it.

Turns out your dad had a valid reason for never returning home after going out for milk.

When you told your ex the only time you'd ever see him again would be in Hell you did not expect it to be quite this literal.