#i guess this is what i'm doing with my free time

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 6

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +2.3K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, no smut, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, b*tch, etc.), fluff, dirty talk, choking, Dom/Sub(brat)~relationship established

A/N: I don't know how many parts there will be. However, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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*Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

“So, where yo’ man at? He still ain't back yet?” asked Monica. We had been on the phone chatting all morning. “I guess on the lake. He's still probably fishing,” I said, leaning against the counter. “Oh, so he out fishing, and you at home being all domestic and shit. Okay, housewife!” Monica laughed. “Shut the hell up,” I laughed.

I had been cooking all morning since Terry left. I packed his lunch in a cooler before making breakfast earlier that morning. “So, we cooking three meals a day now?” she said being messy. “Listen, you messy whore. Stop picking on me,” I said, smacking my lips. I turned back to the stove and stirred the pot of collard greens. “You right! I'll leave you alone,” Monnie said.

I walked to the fridge and pulled out the variety of shredded cheeses I bought. I poured all of them into a glass bowl I placed on the counter. Since it was too soon to cook it, I only wanted to start preparing the macaroni and cheese for now.

“We both know you're lyin’!” I said into the phone. “Girl, it's just crazy seein’ you like this. It's so fuckin' cute. You all soft and shit,” she said giggling. “Whatever!” I yelled back while rolling my eyes. “You and I both know you ain't never did no shit like this. I'm used to Big Mama who be pressin’ niggas. Now, yo’ ass in the house cookin’ for one,” she hollered. I scoffed at her remark. Was I really that down bad?

I opened the oven and checked on the cornbread. The sweet smell of honey wafted through the air. I lightly pressed the top of the bread checking the firmness. I put on an oven mitt and pulled it from the oven. I sat it on a towel on the counter. “Girl, I wish you could see this cornbread. It's beautiful,” I said smiling. “Only you would call cornbread beautiful. Keep teasing me, and imma pull up, bitch. I'll bring my own Tupperware, so don't worry!” she cackled. “So, you just gone show up to eat, then leave?” I asked. “Well, what else am I supposed to do? Y'all too busy playin’ house and shit!” Monnie stated.

“You know what? Fuck you! I'm getting off the phone,” I snorted. “That's right! You betta have Mister’s plate on that table by the time he make it home. Oh, and bring me back a niece or nephew while you at it,” she giggled. “Bye, and it's still fuck you!” I said, hanging up the phone.

At this point, I was floating through the kitchen�� mixing Mac and cheese, stirring collard greens, frying and flipping chicken, and whipping up a banana pudding. It felt so good to be in my happy place.

4 hours later ~ around 7 p.m.

Rinsing off the day, Terry was upstairs taking a shower, and I was finishing the final touches for dinner. The mac and cheese was browned to perfection. The collard greens were flavorful and savory. The fried chicken was chef’s kiss. The cornbread smelled like heaven. The banana pudding was just waiting in the fridge. I had outdone myself. Maybe Monnie was right. Was I in my housewife era? Had Terry put me in soft girl mode? Ah, shit!

As I reached to retrieve the plates from the cabinet, I felt something press against my back. “I got it, mama. Let me,” Terry said, reaching over me. “Thank you,” I said, kissing his cheek. He put the plates down on the counter in front of me. “Shit, I didn't realize you had done all this. You really weren't playin’, huh?” Terry asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. He leaned over and started planting small kisses on my neck.

“If you wanna eat, you gotta leave me alone. The plates haven't even hit the table,” I giggled while shrugging my shoulder to get him to stop. “It’s a shame that a man can't have dessert before dinner,” he said, turning me around to face him. He pressed his body against mine and trapped me against the counter. “Terry, you promised to behave. Come on!” I said, pushing my hip towards him. “No, I promised to try. I did. I swear, but you look so damn good,” he said, placing his arms on the counter beside me. I whined and scrunched my face. Did I want to fuck Terry’s brains out? Yes! However, I had also spent all day cooking his favorite meal and dessert.

I folded my arms across my chest. “Ah, mama! Okay, I’m sorry. You’re right. I asked you to cook for me, and you did just that. Thank you, love,” he said pulling me into him. His lips crashed into mine. He held my face in his hands and tilted my head to look him in the eyes. “Forgive me?” he asked flashing that devious smile. This sneaky bastard knew how to get me. “Yes, now move!” I said nudging him away from me.

Terry reached for the plate in front of me. “I said move. Didn't I? That means sit down, Terry!” I said rolling my eyes and laughing. I turned towards the counter, blocking him. “My bad. I don’t know what it is, but you knowin’ yo’ way around a kitchen like this makes me wanna…,” he said backing away from me. “Makes you wanna what?” I questioned as I turned around to look at him. Terry’s eyes lingered on my face and slowly dropped to my abdomen. A smile so sinister spread over his face. “I know damn well you aren’t suggestin’ that. A baby, Terry?” I scoffed while smiling. “I mean… You love me, right?” he asked while sitting at the table.

“First, it was Monnie talkin’ about bring her back a niece or nephew. Now, you! I can't deal with this. Why does everybody want me to get pregnant?” I laughed. “I don't know Monnie’s reasons because I wouldn't trust her to watch a pot of boiling water. However, I know mine, and I have… well,… many,” he said leaning back against the kitchen chair. He raised his arms so that they rested across the back. “And what might those be? Hm? I really wanna know, sir. Tell me,” I said as I turned to the food waiting on the stove.

“Don't worry about it, Mama. Just know I haven't found a reason not to. I'm just waitin' on you,” he said smiling. “Yo’ ass gone be waitin' a long ass time, too. A baby? Terry, you can't be serious!” I squealed. “A long ass time, huh? That's what you think. Imma get one out of you, ‘Vana. Best believe, I'm not gone have to trap you to do it either,” he cackled. “You know what? I'm not doin' this with you!” I said beginning to plate the food.

20 minutes later

“Done, baby?” I asked Terry while standing with my plate in my hand. “Uh,… Yeah,’’ Terry said. “You sound unsure. Baby, I ain't gone ever tell you you can't have more,” I said placing my plate in the sink. Terry’s eyes rose to meet my backside. His eyes lingered on my ass since my back was still turned. “More of what?” Terry asked biting his lip. I could sense a hint of something in his voice. I peeked over my shoulder to see him watching me. I giggled at his antics. “Terry? You know I can see you, right?” I said walking back to the table. I leaned over so that my face was close to his. If this was the game he wanted to play, let’s do it!

“Mmm. Why you playin’ wit’ me, ‘Vana?” he said shifting in his seat. “It’s easy,” I responded. “Oh, really?” he said licking his lips. I could feel his breath on my face. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. I could tell he was becoming more aroused by the second. “You never answered my question, honey. Do you want more?” I asked squatting down in front of him. “And you never answered mine. More of what?’” Terry asked as he leaned up to gently grab my chin. “You want my honest answer?” I asked placing my hands on his knees.

Terry's eyes watched my hands. “Of course, I want honesty, mama. Talk to me,” he said letting his thumb stroke my cheek. “If Daddy wants more, he can have whatever the fuck he wants,” I said trailing my hands up his thighs. Terry’s movements stilled, and his eyes shot up to my face. His eyes clouded with lust and darkened with desire.

Terry’s grip on my chin tightened as he used it to pull me forward. My knees hit the floor so I was kneeling in front of him. I leaned over and let my cheek rest on his growing erection. “Mamas, don't start something you can't finish. If you aren't ready for this, find you something safe to do,” he said. “The fuck is that supposed to mean,” I snapped as I looked up at him. “Aye, watch yourself. You heard me, little girl. I meant what I said,” he said grabbing my chin again. “Me? A little girl? Does someone need a reminder of who the fuck I am?” I asked leaning back on my calves and folding my arms across my chest. “You got one more cuss word before I…,” he said lowering his eyes into slants.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was initiating “playtime”. The excitement of the unknown pulsed through my veins. I was about to allow Terry to fully indulge in his needs and wants. I calmed my breathing before looking up at Terry again. “Before you what? You ain't gonna do shit, and we both know it. There ain't shit you can give that I can’t take,” I said fully committing to brat mode.

“You sure you wanna take this route? Once we begin, there's no turning back. You know that, right?” Terry asked leaning over me. His posture had changed and so had his energy. His shoulders were stiff and squared. It was as if his body was blanketing my entire aura and being. I sat for a minute contemplating my next move. How could I outdo myself?

I smiled as a thought crept into my head. I pulled my hands away and placed them in my lap. With the confidence of a goddess, I said, “You created this monster. Deal with it.” Terry's breathing halted before a smirk spread across his face. His hands instantly grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head. “You got a lotta mouth, lil mama. I don't like that. I don't like it all,” he said tightening his grip. I moaned loudly. I could feel a puddle growing in my panties.

I was fully committed to my role as a brat. I laughed at Terry in an attempt to piss him off. That was having little to no effect on him. I knew I had to make him execute his fantasy to the fullest. I took a deep breath before speaking. “Fuck all that! What you trying to do, huh?” I asked biting my lip and cocking my head to the side.

All sentiments of expression left Terry’s face, and his body grew in anger. His hand quickly left my hair and found my throat. He squeezed tight enough for my breathing to stop. Ironically, all I could think about was how good this felt. My pussy quivered and ached as I released what felt like a mini orgasm. It soaked through my panties as he loosened the grip he had on my throat. “Look at you. Daddy’s little slut. You just couldn't help yourself, huh? That’s fine, mama. Just know this— when we get in that room, I’m gone turn yo thick ass every which way but loose. Don't run. Don't speak. Don't touch shit. It's my turn. Got it?” he said, releasing me with a push.

I looked up at Terry with big doe eyes before speaking again. “Yes, Big Daddy. I understand,” I said while struggling to hide my excitement. “Oh, you think those pretty brown eyes gone help you, huh? Ha! Too late for that. I’m trying to see the monster I created. Bring her out. Fuck all that cute shit!” he said leaning back into the chair. “But…” I started. “Aye, I don't remember asking you to speak. The only thing I want you to do with that there pretty mouth of yours is to suck, lick, slob, swallow, and do it again. You nasty, bitch!” Terry demanded.

As if activated on cue, I could feel the heat between my legs. I wanted this man’s hands all over me. RIGHT THE FUCK NOW! It was Terry’s turn to indulge in his fantasy as a dom. I loved the idea since he would show hints of it sometimes. His only request was not to be easy. He didn't want me to fully submit without any pushback. He liked the idea of me talking shit and provoking him. Terry’s plan involved leaning into a darker side of himself that he had never completely let out, and I trusted him enough to agree to do it. I felt he deserved this moment especially since he didn't judge me about mine.

So, let’s see where tonight takes us.

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[callistocalavarni]

shifting to the 60s

hii I havent posted in a while, I've been trying re group from multiple shifts while getting my life back in order but I think I'm back.. Anyway I have a bunch of stories from so many places I'd like to share and im currently working on how I want to post them. But I don't see a lot of storytimes so I think it would be fun to share some. So i'm gonna rant about some shorter ones here.

shifting with sleep paralysis

I wanted to talk about this shift because it stuck out to me and I can't stop thinking about it.. I had shifted about 2 times in the span of 30 seconds. For a whole week back in October I was waking up at 3-5 am in the morning without being able to go back to sleep. So as you can guess I woke up at around 4 am and was restless. At around 6 am I got tired again so I started my method and I know people say that symptoms don't exist but in the time that I have shifted all I can say is that I disagree.. Anyway, one moment I was saying affimations and then the next I woke up all tingly and in a weird sleep state I've never been in before. I didn't even say to myself I wanted to shift I just did. It was like my mind was on autopilot. Didn't say affimations, didn't go through my script in my head, didn't even try to use the 5 senses. I just started seeing myself in 1st person and what I would be doing in my dr without any forethought and shifted. The first shift, I was on a track running with a couple of men and we all were wearing 60s running wear. I had an orange and red tank top with matching orange shorts. It had felt like there was an orange filter in this reality.. if that makes sense. I was on the track about to run and I just recall looking around laughing.

When I shifted to this moment its like I felt my consciousness leave my body; Which is the weird part because I've never really experinced this before. It felt like I was being pulled up by something and all I could hear was constant noise. I don't even know what noise I was hearing it was like someone was screaming right in my ear or veryyy loud ringing/static. The noise was SO loud. I was in the middle of sprinting when I shifted back because I thought I was the one making the noise, I thought I was screaming..Thankfully it was not me. But When I came back I was still In that state and I could look around me but my eyes were still closed. It's like I was seeing everything from a different perspective. There was a spider crawling on my wall right next to me when I shifted back so I freaked out and the noise got even louder ! The spider was leaving black spots all over my wall,, I could not figure out what was going on in the moment ( when I was writing this in my journal I figured out it was sleep paralysis ) It felt like I was tripping on a bunch of pain killers when I shifted back. I still couldn't move so I shifted again to the same reality but this time I was in the shower... the noise got even louder. The noise made it feel like a bad trip and I ended up shifting back here to try and stop it. It took my like an hour to get out of sleep paralysis. Unlike the method, this reality was very enyjoyable. It felt like a Nina Brodskyaya song, I lived alone and I was successful. I think I worked at a cigarette company, which is ironic because I hate smoking. But I don't know for sure as I didn't stay long enough to find out.

Lumari is a country I scripted, Forlina being one of its nations.

This reality was late 70's early 80's and one of my favorite drs. I stayed here for about a year. I was in Forlina living in an all girls home. Forlina gives free housing to students so I moved out of my parents house to start collage. About six girls are given a room to share together, don't worry they are pretty big. I loved our room. It had big sliding windows that gave a view of the tropical forest. We each had sunken in beds, some girls who were home sick shared beds for a couple of weeks. It took me a while to get use to the amount of noise in the morning. There was this one girl who would blast music on the radio while getting ready. I only had to worry about this sometimes because I woke up pretty early. Art was one of my classes and the professer would make the class times either 7 am or 9 pm which also took me some time to get use to. idk the guy was kind of weird. I rode my bike everywhere here. I miss being able to ride down a bike trail and see the ocean. I've been thinking about shifting back here for some time. I might post more about this reality in more detail later.

<3

[thelampisaflashlight]

Lakeside

[This got longer than expected. Dew gets introspective with Rain.] Below the cut.

Dew lays sprawled out on the dock, legs dangling off the end just above the water, a hand thrown over his face to block out the sunlight filtering through the clouds, turning his head slightly when he hears Rain approaching and giving a little huff of acknowledgement.

"Feeling alright?" Rain questions, crouching down beside his friend, deliberately leaning over him to cast his shadow over his form.

"Not really, no." Dew mumbles, "I came out here to get some fresh air, but... I dunno. Head hurts from thinking too hard about bullshit, and I just... It's nice out here, cold, but nice. Calm, quiet..."

"Did something happen?" Rain asks, moving to lay down next to him.

"Ehn... Yes and no." he says, closing his eyes and letting his hand fall slack at his side, "Talked to Aether about some stuff... feelings stuff. We're good."

"But?"

"...When you..." Dew bites his lip, "D'you think Mount and me come off a-a certain kind of way?"

Rain rolls onto his side, propping his head up with his palm.

"Like, gay?"

"I mean, I guess that's what I'm..." Dew makes a grumbling noise in the back of his throat, "If I said that wasn't the case, what'd you think?"

"That you're not gay or that the two of you aren't an item?"

"See that's-" The other ghoul finally sits up, running a hand through his hair, "It's not that I'm NOT, ya know, into dudes I'm just... It's complicated, and, like, with Aeth, people thought we were a thing for a while but we weren't, and then with Mount, we're buddies and all, but he isn't into me like that, and he's not totally my type, and I just..."

Dew shakes his head.

"Why is it that when it's ME in these kinds of situations that people think I'm dating my friends?"

Rain shifts and sits up as well, shrugging, "Honestly, I couldn't tell you why. I guess, maybe, people see that you're happy or comfortable around someone and they just assume... You know. That you're into them, maybe."

"But they don't do it when I'm around Cumulus or Cirrus, now do they?" Dew points out, "Why's it only when I'm friendly with a guy?"

The water ghoul clicks his tongue.

"What?"

"Real talk?"

"Noo... Don't do this, come on-"

"Dew, I'm gonna have to level with you." Rain starts, placing a hand on his shoulder, "When you like a woman, it's obvious, yeah?"

"Yeah...?"

"When you like a guy... it's really, really obvious."

Dew scoffs, "No it's not-"

"The waiter at that restaurant in Spain, who you kept eyeballing all night."

"Now hold on, I just wanted free tapas-"

"That time that guy at the bar rolled up his sleeves and you almost passed out because all the blood rushed from your head to your-"

"Hey, that was objectively sexy-"

Rain snorts, "I'm not arguing with you, I'm just saying that compared to how you treat women -which, you know, you're respectful and that ain't a bad thing- you treat men more like... like something you wanna fuck, I guess... I dunno, I wanted to put it more eloquently than that, but that's pretty much the most straightforward way I could think to put it."

Dew tents his fingers, deep in thought.

"So what you're saying is that because I don't objectify women, but DO objectify men... people think I'm gay?"

Rain tilts his head and then shrugs.

"Are you saying you're not gay?"

"NO!" Dew shouts immediately, "I mean, no, but... maybe-Augh! I like both, I guess, I just... with women it's like... Women... ya know? And with men it's like... men."

Rain blinks.

"Jesus Christ..."

"Oi, no need for that kind of language now." Rain jokes, then clears his throat, "I kind of get what you're saying, I guess... You like women, you're attracted to them, but with guys it's more... physical, would you say?"

Dew makes a face and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, the tips of his ears turning a bright shade of pink.

"I mean, yeah... Yeah, that'd be..." he swallows, "When you put it that way, it just sounds so... Don't tell anyone I told you about this."

Rain mimes zipping his mouth shut.

"Your secret is safe with me." he says, "But, Dew, there's nothing wrong with liking men, even if your attraction to them is different from the kind you feel towards a woman..."

"Thanks..."

"No problem."

Rain leans back on his hands.

"Question though."

"If you say something stupid right now, I'll smack you like I did Aether."

"When you think about yourself with a guy-"

"...Are you seriously asking me if I'm a top or a bottom right now?"

Rain gives him a once over before meeting his gaze.

"I was actually asking what your type is, I can already hazard a guess as to-OW! YOU BIT ME-"

[ghousttm]

no because i created in my head like a whole interaction between the two in a void

let me try to remember what i imagined

(spoilers on PvP civilization and Parkour Civilization btw)

ok so i dont give half enough of a fuck to make this into proper dialogue but

it went along the lines of

pvp evbo admiring how many people believe in and rely on pk evbo, and how good he is at parkour

and how in pvp civ nobody even believes in him, and maybe he could've done better in pk civ, he could've lived better - he could totally pull off a good Parkour and get himself a mansion to live in the rest of his life

but pk evbo is like. But in pk civ you're not actually free.. no matter whay rank you're in and how good your Parkour skills are. Heck - he had to become god to have some peace of mine

"so I guess I'll never have a peaceful life then-.." pvp evbo sighed as he hugged his knees, in a more annoyed tone than anything - but also unmeasurably tired.. for such a small body, to be so exhausted, it's almost pitiful

"hey.. cheer up man" pk evbo placed a hand on his shoulder, a small smile on his face "your series, and your journey, isn't even over yet! You'll get that ending eventually. I'm sure."

"hah- thanks, but.. I'm not even good pvp. It feels like I've still got such a long way to go- but I'm already falling behind compared to.. well- nobody. But if I dont get good enough soon enough, my friends will get hurt! and I'll never escape--"

"-woah woah! hey! calm down. breathe.."

"..seems.. like you've gone through a lot,"

"I dunno, dying like a gazillion times isn't that much."

"oh wow- I've only died like. Twice."

pvp evbo shrugs "You get used to it.. sorta... "

"... wether you're ready for it or not.. you're probably gonna find yourself having to improvise and keep going, if not for the sake of others, for yourseld.. I've had two second chances, and you seem to have an unlimited supply of chances - still, dont let it all go to waste."

....

maybe smth smth

pvp evbo telling pk evbo "you're able to live your own life in relative comfort - you shouldn't have let that 'master' tell you what to do! 'Saving the world' isn't your problem.."

i dunno

i think they both should be put in the same room and given building blocks to play with

The two Evbos meet. (Silly little sketch)

I always saw parkour!Evbo to be early to mid 20s-ish, while PvP!Evbo to be around mid to late teens (15+). The differences between the two is so big for me. Pkciv!Evbo is very confident and becomes god while pvp!Evbo is literally a child who is used as a tool of sacrifice. Evbo is good at making these characters different but still distinctly himself.

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: “100 Years and a Promise” Sequel (NSFW/Minors DNI)

Summary: You two haven’t had alone time in what feels like forever. Thanks to your good luck, you get to share the last room available at the inn your group is staying at. You’ve slept in the same bed before, but tonight feels different.

Contains: Fem/AFAB! Reader, virginity loss, unfinished hand job, fingering, nipple stuff, Chung Myung being rough, vaginal penetration and cumming inside

WC: 3,412

When you found out there was only one bed left at the inn, you didn't complain. No, not at all. It actually made you giddy with excitement, because this meant you'll get to share a bed with Chung Myung.

“I'm so sorry! I hope this won't be an issue,” the innkeeper apologizes for the third time tonight, and every time you've attempted to reassure him that it's absolutely fine. It's actually more than fine, because you've barely spent any alone time with Chung Myung recently. Now, you'll have an excuse to get away from your group for a while and have some alone time.

You’ve shared a bed a couple of times, so you're sure it'll be fine and not embarrassing. It's just Chung Myung, you're close, you've known him for over a hundred years, and you’ve shared a bed twice before, so it shouldn't be awkward at all! You're so ecstatic at this predicament hat you almost start skipping while you make your way towards your room, and the other disciples give you odd looks.

Jo Gul and Yunjong are whispering to each other, and after eavesdropping for a second, you hear Jo Gul ask,”Do you think he’ll be easier on us tomorrow thanks to (Y/N)?” “I hope so! He’s been getting more brutal with training lately,” Yunjong sighs. “I wonder how (Y/N) can handle a beast like him; maybe she is one, t-“ Jo Gul is cut off by his friend shushing him. “Not too loud! She’s right there!” Yunjong scolds him. He’s not entirely wrong, you think before putting an end to your eavesdropping. Listening to other people gossip is fun, but you have more important matters to tend to, like the beast they were talking about.

When you finally reach your room, you open the door and find Chung Myung looking out the window. “Chung Myung, my dear, guess who ran out of rooms!” You say with an almost sing-song tone. You close the door behind you, drop your badge, and hurriedly rush towards him with a cheesy smile on your face. Hell, you probably couldn't stop smiling if you tried. Your spirits are just too high thanks to your current circumstances.

The sounds of summer like crickets chirping, and the air is a little warm. It's cooler and more comfortable compared to when the sun was up, though. His eyes go from looking outside to meeting yours, and you're greeted by the plum blossom irises you've always loved. “What? Why is that important?” He asks. He hasn't put two and two together yet.

“It’s important because it means we'll be sharing a room after not having alone time in foreeeeveeerrrr!” You reply while wrapping your arms around his toned torso. “It hasn't been that long, but yeah, it does feel like forever,” he agrees and a subtle smile appears on his lips. “I thought we'd never get away from them-” “But you love our disciples!” “... You're not wrong, but I've missed you,” he admits and starts rubbing circles on your forearms.

“I missed you, too,” you sigh into his ear while you hold each other. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you try to let go, but someone has an iron grip on your arms. It reminds you of that one night he drunkenly confessed and wouldn’t let go of you. “You'll need to let go soon. I need to get ready for bed. We can get back to this as soon as I'm done,” you remind him and peak over your shoulder. Just like that night, Chung Myung pouts at the fact that he has to let go. You still think it’s cute, too, and love the way he clings on to you.

He begrudgingly releases your arms, and now you're free to go about your nightly routine. You walk back over to your bag and pull out your night clothes, but pause when you realize you feel a pair of eyes on you. When you look behind you, you notice Chung Myung's attention isn't on the landscape outside of the window, but you. “Chung Myung, turn around and stay that way. No peaking!” you warn him. His face becomes flushed as he blurts out,”I would never!” Yeah, you would, you think while watching him and waiting.

He closes the paper window and, when you see the back of his head, you turn and start stripping. The clothes you put on are soft and fabric is breathable. It's perfect for a summer night like tonight. “Alright, I'm done,” you announce after folding your uniform and stuffing it back into your bag. When you turn around, you notice Chung Myung stayed true to his word.

“Hah, good boy!” You tease before running back to him and squeezing him again. A faint grumble comes from him, and you notice how red the tips of his ears are. Your lips form into an “o” as you blow air onto one of them, and he jumps as his hand shoots up to cover his ear. “You're up to no good tonight! Do you get some sort of sick pleasure from teasing me!?” He snaps and faces you.

“Maybe…” you mutter almost inaudibly, but he still notices. His eyes widen in disbelief,”Wha-” “Man, I'm beat! I should go to bed now,” you interrupt him and try to act like what you said didn't happen. You stretch your arms up and yawn like you're tired, but you're bluffing. You're only a little tired; you just panicked and wanted out of that situation as soon as possible.

You step towards the bed and get comfy under the covers. You try to scoot as close to the wall as you possibly can so Chung Myung can have some room. “Good night, Chung Myung,” you say before curling up and laying your head down. Shortly after, you can hear cloth being moved around. He must be getting ready to join you.

The light that was hitting your eyelids ceases and you hear his footsteps tread closer to you. The blankets shift as he gets under them, and you can already feel the heat radiating off of his body. The bed isn't very large, and he takes up a decent amount of room. There’s still a sliver of room between you two and he's borderline touching you.

“Are you cold? Cuddle up to me if you need to,” you whisper. One of his beefy arms reaches over you and he presses himself against your back. Skinship isn't exactly new to you two, but tonight it feels different. You can feel a new type of feeling stir within you, but you decide to ignore it.

You close your eyes and try to drift off into a peaceful slumber, but after five minutes you notice something poking your backside. “Stop poking me there-” “I'm not doing anything!” “Yes you are!” “One arm is holding you and the other is under my head. What are you talking ab-” he shuts up when you both simultaneously have a revelation. It's not his finger poking your ass, but something much more scandalous.

“Chung Myung, w-what's going on down there?” “... I'm gonna be honest, it's been like that since you changed-” “O-Oh!” You feel yourself nervously sweating and getting hotter the longer you're stuck in this situation. “I can sleep on the floor if you want,” he offers and starts pulling his arm away, but you grab it before it can fully retreat.

“Stay.” “Are you sure? Doesn't it make it awkward? Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” He asks. You roll over so you can face him, and he looks genuinely concerned about how you feel in this predicament. Despite Chung Myung’s usual front, he can be an incredibly sweet and caring partner. Those traits are currently on display and you can tell thanks to how he’s currently putting your feelings before his. You lay your palms on his toned chest before replying,”Your concern for me is sweet. You know I don’t regret staying by your side and confessing after all of those years, right?” He looks confused at your sudden question, but replies with,”Y-Yeah.”

Your hand trails down his abdomen and you can feel his muscles twitch from the new sensation. “I have a feeling I won't regret what I'm about to do, either,” you whisper over his lips before the tips of your fingers ghost over his erection. “What are you- Oh! Ohhh-” he sighs out after you get a firm grip on it.

His jaw slacks as his breathing gets heavier, and you take this opportunity to ungracefully shove your mouth onto his. Your tongue is the first to dominate thanks to catching him off guard. You're not quite sure what to do with your hand after grabbing his dick, so you slowly move it up the shaft and towards the head. Your thumb gently rubs on the tip and all you can hear is him moaning into your mouth.

After debating on what to do next, you decide to retrieve your hand and, before he can react, you slip it into his pants. After noting his previous reactions, you fully wrap your fingers around it and pump it up and down. His hand squeezes your forearms, and when you massage the bare tip between your thumb and fingers, he pulls away from your sloppy kiss. Chung Myung lets out a very audible “ah!” while you apply the tiniest bit of pressure to it. You feel the head leak a little thanks to the attention it's getting.

How long has it been since his dick has gotten this much attention? Or is this the first time? your mind starts to wander as you begin pumping up and down the veiny shaft. His loss of breath and squirming makes you feel something new, and you don’t want to stop pleasing him like this. Your pace quickens and he starts bucking his hips, but all of this is interrupted when he suddenly blurts out,”Shit- Wait! I'm gonna- S-Stop!” You let go and remove your hand from his pants.

“Why? I was having fun,” you whine. He was getting off, and the thought of him getting off thanks to you makes you feel a new kind of excitement. Why would he want to stop? After his breathing slows down and his eyes refocus, he says,”I wanna touch you, too.” “Oh! Uh, okay!” You reply quickly and his hands hover over you for a solid second.

“... Where?” He hesitantly asks while staring intensely at your body. “Hm, maybe here?” You guide them to your chest. He cups your breasts with his large hand and starts kneading at them. A gasp leaves your lips, and it feels better than you could’ve imagined. While his large hands kneading your chest feels great, you find yourself wishing that there wasn’t a cloth barrier between the two.

A puzzled look appears on his face when you remove his hands and sit up. It fades when he notices that you're untying and slipping out of your top layer. The moon is especially bright tonight, and, despite being interrupted by the paper window, the moonlight still reaches your body. It’s soft and extremely subtle, but still manages to highlight your features. Chung Myung looks as if he's captivated when you lay back down. “Ahem, you may continue,” you have to snap him out of his trance so he'll continue.

His calloused hands cup under your boobs, and the skin-on-skin contact feels leagues better than earlier. Goosebumps erupt throughout your skin as his hands move up and brush against your nipples. Your hands rest on his muscular chest, and when he starts massaging yours, you wonder what his chest feels like. You feel him trap your buds in-between his pointer and middle finger, and his pinching feels so amazing that it makes you whimper. Your thighs squeeze, and the rougher he is with them, the harder you squeeze your thighs.

When he decides that he's done playing with your chest, he places his palms on your stomach. He looks smug when he comments,”It seems like you had fun. Now, where should my hands go next?” His fingertips trail down, and judging by his face, you're pretty sure he wants revenge for all of the teasing you've tortured him with.

One hand currently rests on your hip while he draws circles with his thumb. The other is gliding over your pelvis, but refuses to go any further. It's like he knows where to go, but refuses to go there. “Chung Myung, lower,” you try to direct him. “Why would I do that?” He asks in a playful yet sadistic tone. “You said you wanted to touch me!” “I technically am,” he replies with that shit-eating grin on his face. He squeezes your hip, and you roll your eyes at him.

“You're killing me,” you say before almost ripping off your bottoms and throwing them to the corner of the room. You grab his hand and place it back on your pelvis. “Lower.” “Well, when you have an attitude, I don't wanna.” “Lower, please?” You beg. You're begging. He's making you beg, and he knows damn well he's making you beg. You can tell by the dark glint in his eyes that this is what he wanted.

His fingers slowly and tantalizingly slide down and glide over your folds. You're already tensing up due to the sensitivity thanks to your inexperience. You grab on his arm when he presses his palm onto it. His palming and rubbing is rewarded with moaning, and he knows he's doing a great job thanks to the sweet little noises you're making.

Two fingers dip between your folds, and he feels around to see how you react. Moving his fingers back and forth earned him a loud gasp, but your head throws back when he rubs up against something at the front of your folds. “Fuck, Chung Myung, touch that again, please,” you whine out. “Yes, ma'am,” he replies and you feel his fingers rub up and down the same spot again.

His fingers start going in agonizingly slow, circular motions, and you're using every ounce of self control you have to not squeeze your legs shut. “Can you go faster?” You whine out your request, and he decides to give you what you want. His fingers start moving the nub at an unbelievably fast yet pleasurable pace, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back and involuntarily squirming. You feel your abdomen tighten, and the sensation is almost too much. You feel like you could explode any minute now.

When you reach your peak, you moan out his name and become a panting mess as you come down from your high. Chung Myung pulls his hand away so you can catch a break, but watches and waits for you to calm down. When your breathing returns to a somewhat normal pace, he places a knee between your leg and hovers over you. “I want to feel you again,” he states while searching for any signs of discomfort in your face. “Hah, go on, I'll be fine,” you say while snaking your arms around his neck.

His fingers dip back into your recently drenched folds, but his fingers go further back this time. He sticks them further inwards and prods around until he finds the entrance to your hole. The tip of his digits dip in, and they stretch you as they slowly enter. “Fuuuck, keep going,” you groan before he reaches as deep as his fingers will go. They make you feel full, and you wish his knuckle-deep digits could stay inside of you forever.

They slowly pull out, and you'd complain if it weren't for the tantalizing friction the movement causes. He shoves them back in with force, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back again and borderline singing praises. He retracts and pushes back in. His movements are repetitive, but you can’t get enough of it. Every time he prods it makes you feel like you're inching closer and closer to euphoria.

His pace gets more and more rapid as you feel your insides coil. The moaning and wet noises coming from you are shamelessly lewd, but, judging by his expression, Chung Myung is enjoying every second of it. “Fuck!” You cry when you finally reach that sweet release.

It takes longer to come down from that one, but when you do you notice his fingers have pulled out and he's staring at them. “Is it supposed to be that wet?” He asks before separating his fingers and admiring how the substance attempts to stick together. Your face feels like it's on fire due to the embarrassment caused by the absurdity of his question.

“Y-Yeah, pretty sure it is,” you tell him, and after that he does something you didn't expect. He licks one of his fingers, and your jaw drops and eyes widen after witnessing that. The shock you feel isn't the bad kind, and the sight kind of turns you on. You probably shouldn’t say that out loud, though. He might use that fact against you.

“Salty… or sweet?” He seems to be mulling over what you taste like. “Oh my- Chung Myung!” You snicker and playfully shove him. Your snickering is subdued when he brings his two fingers towards your lips. The tips sit on your bottom lip as he says, “Open.”

You decide to do what he says and let him slide them in your mouth. He prods them around, and his description is accurate. After tasting the salty-sweetness, you look into his eyes and notice how his pupils have slightly dilated. He's really into this.

His fingers leave your mouth and he replaces them with his tongue. Your eyes close as your hands begin to wander in his long hair. The mattress on the other side of you dips as he crawls on top, and you can feel his hardened cock laying on your abdomen. You two stay like that for a while. It's a perfect moment and neither of you want to interrupt it,

Chung Myung pulls away for air and he's panting like a dog. You cup his face in your hands and try to pull him back in, but he grabs your wrists to stop you. “Ah, ah, ah. Be patient,” he tells you. You huff at this, but listen. Your hands remove themselves and lay on your pillow.

You can feel the mattress move as he removes his bottoms and situates himself between your legs. A pair of calloused hands spread your thighs wide open, and you can't help but feel a little shy with your body exposed like this. Those feelings are quickly forgotten when you feel his tan tip rub up and down your folds.

“Oh, that feels… amazing,” he moans, but you feel yourself growing impatient everytime he gets closer to your hole. You reach up with one hand while your elbow props you up and start trailing his jaw with your fingers. “Chung Myung, stick it in,” you whine in the most sultry voice you can muster. “Where your fingers went, please?,” you add while impatiently waiting for him to respond.

After feeling around, he finds it, and his jaw slacks when his tip enters the tight and inexperienced hole. He slowly pushes in, and your nails dig into his back as he stretches you out. “Shit, slow down!” You cry out. You'd be lying if you said the stretching wasn't a little painful. Instead of slowing down, he stops completely and asks in a concerned tone,”Are you alright?” His pause continues as he waits for the green flag.

“Keep going,” you mutter out after your body adjusts to how far he's pushed in. He starts moving his hips forward again, and both of you groan when he bottoms out. “S-Stay there,” you request, and he listens. When the pain fades and you adjust to his size, you tell him,”Alright, in and out like before.” “Y-Yeah,” he replies between heavy breaths. When he pulls out and carefully slides back in, you can't stop yourselves from moaning. You moan thanks to the spot he hits, and he can't stop moaning thanks to how tight you are.

He keeps pumping himself in and out of you, and when his pace increases you can feel your insides tighten again. This time the tightening feels more intense, but you can’t put your finger on why. His head lays on your shoulder while he mindlessly thrusts into you, and you subconsciously dig your nails into his back because you're too focused on how good he's making you feel.

The intervals between the slapping that echoes throughout the room becomes shorter, and his movements are getting chaotic. “Chung Myung, feels good… don't stop,” you desperately whine into his ear. Chung Myung gets off of your shoulder and slows down for a few seconds. The tips of your fingers glide from his back to his shoulders, and you can feel him shudder.

Suddenly, his hands harshly grab your hips and you know that if he keeps holding them like that, it’ll leave a mark tomorrow. He brings your hips closer to him and pulls them back and forth with brutal force. “Ah, ah, ah!” You cry out every time he thrusts into you. You can feel your heart pound and your abdomen start to coil as you reach your peak.

Chung Myung gives you a few more harsh thrusts and you feel something comfortably warm fill you. His movements slow down before he apprehensively pulls out. You watch as a string of cum drips from the shaft and you realize what that warm feeling was. He collapses on top of you and all you can hear is him panting in your ear. You gently draw circles on his back while waiting for both of you to come back to reality.

After waiting, you decide to break the silence with,”So, you decided inside was the best, huh?” “Wha-” he looks at you, and you're still not quite sure if he's recovered yet. His eyes look unfocused and exhausted. You sigh and give him a small peck on his forehead. “Don't worry about it. We can sleep now and talk later, m'kay?” You whisper while playing with his hair. “M'kay,” he mutters and pulls himself off of you. He plops back down where he was originally laying and, after grabbing you and holding you like a teddy bear, almost immediately falls asleep.

-

The sunlight is a lot more aggressive than the moonlight that previously seeped through the window last, and its assault on your eyelids woke you up. The first thing you hear is Chung Myung’s old man snores and you notice that all four of his limbs are wrapped around you like a boa constrictor. Your own limbs are trapped thanks to him, and there’s no way you can get up without waking him up.

You decide to lay there and savor the peaceful moment. You’ll run into some form of chaos thanks to the dynamic Chung Myung has with the other disciples, so you might as well enjoy the tranquility while it lasts. It doesn’t last, because after a few minutes, you hear someone banging on the door. “Chung Myung, get up! We’re running late and no one can find (Y/N)!” Baek Cheon yells from the other side. Ah, no one told him, you think before hearing another pair of footsteps get closer to the door.

You swear you hear Jo Gul whisper something along the lines of “leave them alone” and “let us enjoy the calm before the storm”. You snicker as the footsteps distance themselves from the door. Chung Myung’s snoring comes to an end as he begins to stir and you watch as his long, black lashes flutter. His eyes slowly and groggily open and he notices that, unlike most mornings, he’s not alone. “Good morning,” he mutters with his low morning voice and yawns. The roughness of his voice is sexy, but you decide that now isn’t a good time to entertain your desires.

“Good morning, Mr. Sleepyhead,” you say before pecking him on the cheek. After nuzzling your face into his chest, he rests his chin on your head, and you bask in his warmth for around five more minutes. You want to stay here all day, but unfortunately you can’t because of your responsibilities and obligations. “Let go of me. I’d love to stay, but we’re running late,” you tell him. He lets you free and gets up to start his own morning routine.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and, when you attempt to stand, you feel pain surge within you and your legs give out. You groan after you hit the floor and Chung Myung looks bewildered when he turns to see you. “You good?” He asks before offering his hand. You take it, but when you try to get up, you fall on your ass again. “… I don’t think this is gonna work,” you comment and he’s holding back his laughter.

“Pick me up?” You ask while holding your arms up. His snickering stops as he picks you up and sits you on the bed. When his eyes leave yours, they trail down and admire your body before landing on your hips. “Did I do that?” He asks while his fingers ghost over the marks he left last night. “Mhm,” you reply before laying your hands on his and letting him touch his marks. You love the bruises he left, but he looks concerned.

“Come down here,” you say while raising your hands to cup his face. He bends lower and lets you hold his face. You lock lips with him, but this time it’s not sweet or heated, but tender. “You were amazing last night,” you almost whisper after you pull away. “Yeah?” He sounds shocked, but his lips begin to curl up thanks to the praise he’s receiving.

“We should do that again sometime soon,” you add. His hand is quick to slide in between your thighs, but you grab his wrist before he can go further. “Not now! We’re late and I can’t even walk!” You remind him and he looks like a kicked puppy as he removes his hands from your body.

“After last night, I’ll need a lot of help. Can you hand me my clothes?” You ask, and he follows through with your requests. You try to get your clothes on despite the soreness, and your morning routine has doubled in time thanks to it. “How are we gonna explain this to everyone? They’ll know something is up if you carry me around all day,” you point out while stuffing your night clothes in your bag and tying it shut. “I didn’t think about that,” Chung Myung replies as he finishes dressing himself. He brainstorms for a minute, and his face lights up when he gets an idea. “We’ll say you twisted your ankle and I’ll carry you around all day!” “… Fuck it, I can’t come up with anything better,” you agree to his plan.

[travisdermotts]

Blue Jays / Maple Leafs Number Twins

Saw Kikuchi wearing #16 so I was curious who else shared numbers:

#2 - Orelvis Martinez / Luke Schenn

#3 - Otto Lopez / Justin Holl

#15 - Whit Merrifield / Alexander Kerfoot

#16 - Yusei Kikuchi / Mitch Marner

#24 - Nate Pearson / Wayne Simmonds

#25 - Daulton Varsho / Connor Timmins

#30 - Alejandro Kirk / Matt Murray

#34 - Kevin Gausman / Auston Matthews

#37 - Chad Green / Timothy Liljegren

#52 - Anthony Bass / Noel Acciari

#56 - Zach Pop / Erik Gustafsson

#58 - Tim Mayza / Michael Bunting

#90 - Adam Cimber - Ryan O'Reilly

(Honourable mention: #38 - Nathan Lukes / Rasmus Sandin)

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[overnightheartbeats]

Perhaps, Laurel spent a little too long watching his lips, caught up in the way he licked them. Oh, she was a goner. “Woah, you are really smart with your class schedule. How do you pick the stories you read?" His words saddened her, thinking of the prospect of someone being used to not having a home. But, the brief optimism was a good note. Surely, he'd find a home eventually, and while they were in school, she'd try to help find that space. "For my sake, I hope you're right about the lack of embarrassing." Her mind was already turning with ideas for Juju and Aaron's upcoming visit. "Hm, I'll need to bribe them too, to behave."

Despite the variety of topics they had covered already, this was what made her cheeks warm up with a pink flush. How he had only known her for this short amount of time, and yet he saw her. The way he spoke, he saw something in her that she hadn't really bothered seeing in herself lately. "That's very kind of you, I really appreciate it. I'll keep my glow on, just for you." The idea of cooking had never really enticed her too much, but now the prospect of jumping into this new adventure with him excited her. "Kitchen heaven, oh that sounds like our place. I'll plan that one, and I'll send you the details when we can take over the kitchen. Maybe, we each bring a recipe we want to try."

"As long as you don't want to be far from me, then I'll be buying all the portable fans. Well, hey I'm not complaining on the idea because it brought you here." The idea didn't seem too logical to her, but how could she judge it when it meant he arrived here with her? That had to be some version of destiny, if she even believed in all that. Laurel was hanging on to each word, a string pulling him toward her. Was he always so charming and romantic? "I..." her words trailed off, completely in a daze. "I'm inclined to believe that, I'm glad the string brought us here. Having us meet halfway, hm guess I'd just be curious why Texas, of all places." The thought of a string pulling him to a place that he didn't like was so interesting, completely grateful that he did listen to that string tugging him here. "The more, the merrier and I'd love to meet them. Maybe, get some of those stories about you." Laurel's smile remained, her curiosity on Colorado growing. He had the ability to make anything sound interesting, even a state she had never given second thought to. "There's more to Brazil than Carnival though, promise I'm not a party animal. I'm intrigued by Colorado now, and Panama, really? That sounds like a fun spot too, probably some really good beaches." Oh, she was completely pleased with herself when he agreed and gave her a look. Lucky for her, they both were not the sharing type. "Good to know, because I really have no intention of sharing you with anyone here. Just a heads up."

She was shaking her head, silently telling him it was not necessary at all. Laurel understood house rules, and really didn't mind just hanging out here, even on the floor. It beat being in her dorm listening to Jenny complain about being ditched earlier. But, Laurel looked at him and knew that there was no chance of saying no. "Okay, but only because you insist." She took the items Eli handed her, and nodded reluctantly. "I believe you," she said with soft laugh. "This is more than enough, don't worry. I'll be right back." With that, she stepped away to change. Changing into the bottoms was quick and easy, the hoodie - well, that had more thought going into it. He did say no outside clothes, her blouse definitely counted under that umbrella, but was it too bold to wear his hoodie with no shirt underneath? Maybe so, but she would follow instructions, so she pulled her blouse and quickly changed into the soft hoodie. Once her outside clothes were folded, she stepped back out and grinned widely. "Ta-da, fits pretty well! Confirming I'm free of outside clothes," she teased as she stuffed her clothes in her backpack for now.

"A lot of mishaps," he laughed, licking his lips after that small make out. The green apple aftertaste leaving traces on his lips. He would have thought she'd be a cherry type of girl but no even with chapstick she managed to surprise him. "M&M I call her that, she loves to be read stories. That's what we do every Friday night. It's why I only have that one class on Friday to make sure I've done my homework when I call her." He shrugged thinking by now he should be used to not having a home. He never had one before the Phillips scooped him up. "It's okay. I'm used to it. Maybe one day I'll find home." Eli's smile widened at the thought of getting stories of her. "I'll take it. Embarrassing? I highly doubt that. Any and all stories about you I'll be glad to hear."

"You're more than dust. You have a glow just some people can't see it. It's on them not on you." He gently squeezed her hand and smiled. "And that's enough. Always will be." Just because her mom didn't see her like that didn't mean she wasn't special. "Good. After all you can't dim your light for others. Not fair to you." Cooking and having a knack to learn seemed like a good combo. "Sounds like we're a match in kitchen heaven."

He couldn't help but smiled amused. "Carry a portable fan with you at all times. That way I don't have to be too far away from you. I know. It wasn't the brightest idea to move here but I also think it lead me to you. I am not sure if I believe in that but also not really a coincidence we met before we actually met. It was like," he thought about it. "A string pulling me toward you. Have you ever felt that?" Nodding his head he didn't think she'd take him up on it so quick but was glad she had. "Winter break coming up. Let's do it. I'm sure my sisters will love to join if you're okay with that. I need to see if they can come or one will be missing. Not sure Isa and hia schedule." He had to think hard on if he did go anywhere he had wanted to. "No. We stayed local or if we felt really adventurous we went to Colorado. But bucket list items for sure. Brazil? That is cool. That reminds me of one I forgot. Panama." He bumped into her and gave her a look. "Neither am I very good at sharing."

Eli turned around and sighed trying to find his sweater he hadn't worn in the week. Once he did he took it out and found bottoms that would fit her. Last time Inez bought him pants they were a little too tight so now they seemed like they'd fit Laurel. "Here, get comfortable. You can't stand or sit on the floor. You're my guest. I insist." His black striped hoodie was the one he gave her and handed her the bottoms. "These should fit you. I have an extra toothbrush in the drawer in the bathroom so feel free to use that. I promise it's brand new." Now he was thankful the Phillips siblings gave him so much in their care package. "If you need anything else let me know."

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

I absolutely HAD to draw something for @phoebepheebsphibs's DTIYS (based on this pose)! I decided to mix things up a bit by experimenting with a more limited color palette, which was a pretty fun challenge.

[discordiansamba]

jin squints at him.

"wait," she says, "-you're not lee, are you?"

"no," he says, "-uh. zuko here. i guess this isn't really our first time meeting but-"

"oh wow," she says, "-you were telling the truth."

zuko can't help but bristle. did you think I- lee- was making it up? why would he- i- lie about this? jin arches an eye at the slip-up and zuko just groans. look. it's confusing to keep it all straight sometimes. she gives him a considering look, before taking his hand.

"come on," she says, "-let's talk somewhere a little more private."

zuko's not entirely sure what to do, so he just just kind of follows her. there are a few confused whispers as they pass- from people he recognizes as knowing both jin and lee. she leads him off the main paths of the middle ring, into a familiar park. they'd always walk through it whenever he met her on the way back from the bathhouse.

well. lee did.

she finds a quiet bench and sits down on it. zuko shifts awkwardly on his feet for a few moments, before she pats the spot next to her and he sits down.

"so," she asks, "-here to try and conquer the city again?"

zuko groans, and hangs his head. why is that the first thing everyone asks me? i mean, it's fair, but- whatever. anyways. the answer's no. i got that out of my system. turned over a new leaf. he's also uh. sorry. for doing that. if it helps any, he'd kind of ended up experiencing it right alongside them. it sucked.

jin says she's surprised he cut his hair.

"lee did that, actually," zuko says, "-i guess he was finding his resolve."

shame, she says. long hair looked cute on you. zuko feels his cheeks heat up, and jin scoots closer. so? how do you feel about me now, prince zuko? he averts his gaze. she's so close they're almost touching- and then they are. she puts a hand on his knee, and he swears he feels his heart skip a bit.

...oh. shit.

he's still in love with her.

it must show on his face, because jin gives him a sly smile. she's flattered, prince zuko, but she barely knows you. how about you take her on a nice date so she has a chance to get to know the real you a little better. maybe this weekend? she has a day off then. and she's pretty sure you're free whenever.

"...what do you mean by that?" zuko asks.

"pretty sure princes don't have jobs," jin says.

"being a prince is a job!" zuko counters.

"uh huh," she says, "-and are you doing your job right now, your highness?"

"...no," he admits, "-i'm uh. on sabbatical. for... medical reasons."

jin snorts into her hand. that's a really funny way to refer to being brainwashed. zuko cracks a smile. he'd... missed her, he thinks. he can see why lee fell in love with her. it makes him think that maybe they weren't that dissimilar after all.

...he still has no idea if it'll work out or not. jin still might not like him.

"oh," jin says, "-but this time... don't let your uncle do your hair."

in spite of himself, zuko laughs.

iroh was across the threshold of the room in a flash, dragging him into a tight embrace. in any other situation, zuko probably would have complained about the lack of air, but instead he just buried his head into the crook of his uncle's neck.

"uncle," he says, "-i'm so sorry."

"i am the one who should apologize, zuko," iroh says, "-for not being able to protect you."

for a long time, they don't say anything. zuko is keenly aware that they're being watched by the avatar and his friends. seeing uncle again feels a lot like coming home, even though zuko's... unsure where home is now. he'd gotten so used to living in ba sing se.

he can't stay here, though.

everyone in this city knows his face- and knows that face belongs to lee. but zuko isn't lee anymore. he can't pretend to be him. he'd made this choice as lee, knowing that he'd have to give up the life he'd built for himself here. now that he was zuko again, he didn't think he could stomach putting on earth kingdom green and living a life of serving tea.

uncle finally pulls away from him, patting his shoulders. he tells him that he is going to make the tea this time, and that's final. zuko laughs, and lets him. it's weird. he kind of thought he would hate tea after... everything, but it's become a comfort to him. maybe it's just a trace of lee that he's never going to get rid of.

aang and his friends wisely choose to excuse themselves, to give them a bit of privacy. iroh watches them go, and tells zuko that he's proud of him for putting that past of his behind him. zuko just huffs. he congratulates his uncle on becoming fire lord.

they sit and drink tea together. iroh catches zuko up to speed on what has happened in the fire nation in his absence. zuko... hesitantly tells him a few things about his life as lee, since it's all he really has to talk about. uncle leans over the table with a leering grin when he makes the terrible mistake of bringing up jin, asking what his plans are.

"...i have no idea," zuko admits, "-i think i might actually need to see her again first. i don't know if i even still like her. i don't know if she'll even still like me."

uncle tells him that he can take as much time as he likes. he must still have lingering attachments to this city. there is no judgment in his tone. and... he's right. zuko doesn't think he'll ever be able to bring himself to put on earth kingdom green again, but he's grown fond of ba sing se. it's weird. he feels like he should hate it.

it had been his prison.

he just hadn't known it.

the next day, zuko decides to bite the bullet and go see ba sing se with his own eyes. he'd seen it before- but his time as lee had changed him. he stays in fire nation red, but he ties a wound cover around his scar to hide what it actually looks like. he can't see lee in the mirror anymore, but he knows other people likely will.

besides. it's not like he can see out of the damn eye anyways.

walking the familiar streets of the middle ring as himself is a strange experience. he knows so many of these people. for some of them he can even rattle off their usual order. some of them were even his friends. they give him an odd look as he passes, but zuko pointedly does not look at them. if he pretends he doesn't know them, it'll probably be fine.

"lee?"

two years of responding to that name has zuko turning his head before he can stop himself. thankfully, the person who called out to him is just jin.

...oh. it's jin.

...well. fuck. guess he's making this decision now.

[yoosung-ah]

a brief summary of Mystic Messenger (OG edition) x

[dapper-lil-arts]

I just wrote a smut fanfic About Sunset Shimmer x Twilight Sparkle, per the request of my girlfriend lmao. And yes. It has SEX. 👍🔥

[ineed-to-sleep]

*me immediately after going through a terrifying and traumatic experience* haha yeah I guess it was rough but I'm fine now like I'm totally chill. It was kinda funny actually if you think about it

[raytorosguitarstrap]

thanks but.... I didn't ask....??? this post was to let any confused mutuals know why they wouldn't be able to boop me. I get booping is fun and all, but I have school, and I have a life. I'm not staying up all night just for nothing. the only free time I get is my bedtime. so if I'm not getting anything what's the fucking point??

and I know i sound like a bitch. I'm just tired. I literally don't give two shits about YOU. was this post at all directed towards you? no! this post was for my fucking mutuals. I'm just pissed that this post was for my MUTUALS, not for a random ass person to practically make a passive aggressive comment making me look selfish for wanting a reward for spending such a long time doing this stupid boop thing. last time I did it my hand kept cramping up the whole day. so I'm sorry I fucking wanted a badge for my time. jfc.

UPDATE 11/11/24: found this in my drafts. I got rlly mad I guess? but I haven't changed my stance. I guess I did go a little overboard but uhhh idk. I guess I'll js post this n move on. I won't delete it cuz I clearly intended to post this at whatever point I came back. I'm still not doing boops if we get the same badges. sorry chat

hey I'm not boopimg anymote cuz i found out ITS THE SAME BADGES FROM LAST TIME. I thought we were getting halloween ones but ig if u participated last time u don't get any? idk something like that. sorry to my mutuals who wanted to boop me

[miodiodavinci]

congration

you done it