#i also went to choose glasses and idk how much i like the new ones but ig they will do

[catchmewjsn]

dude embarrassed me so much today and now he thinks I will reply to his messages when I just ate my food and something sweet and I'm barely able to move

[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

From Batman: Wayne Family Adventures #67-69 on Webtoon; Artist Inker Starbite

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are meeting the whole family for the first time. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, knife injury

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it 

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Part Four: Dinner and a Show

Anxiously, I took the napkin from the table and began twisting it vigorously. I felt Alfred leave his seat as he rose to meet his family. I swallowed hard, not wanting to look at all of the people that were entering the room. They just seemed to keep coming. How many people were in Bruce’s family? 

Before I had time to register it a hand was outstretched near me. It nearly made me jump. The stranger cleared his throat and smiled, “Hello, I am Dick Grayson. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

In an ungraceful motion, I put the napkin on the table and stood up to greet him properly. I took his hand in mine and firmly shook it. His hands were large, calloused, and a little clammy. It was almost like he was a little nervous to meet me. But that couldn’t be right. 

“Nice to meet you, Dick Grayson. I am y/f/n y/l/n,” I said, trying to make eye contact with him. Dick was an extremely handsome man. He was almost achingly pretty. With his soft blue eyes, dimples, and dark curly hair, he could definitely charm the pants off anyone if he really wanted to. 

His smile grew when our hands met. He just stood there for a moment looking at me, and then he pivoted to the side. He introduced Tim Drake and Duke Thomas. Tim was cordial and did the customary new person greeting, Duke was somewhat rambling. 

“Your powers are truly something to be admired, thank you so much for everything you have done,” Duke said as he excitedly shook my hand. 

I smiled at him and rubbed the back of my neck, “It’s really not that big of a deal but thank you, Duke. You guys are the ones that make the real change.”

Duke opened his mouth as if he were going to disagree, but a red-headed woman with glasses wheeled up to us and joined the conversation. 

“You boys are hogging her. Hello, I am Barbara Gordon. This is Cass, she doesn’t say much, and this is Stephanie, she says too much.”

I greeted them both, slightly overwhelmed by the amount of new people. I was trying my best to act ‘normal’ and be as social and charming as I could be. A younger boy who strongly resembled Bruce stood far away from me. He surveyed the room, taking in the reactions. He seemed so serious for his age. I wasn’t sure if I should make the introduction or not. 

“Where is Jason?” Bruce asked the room. 

“He is running late,” Dick said, “he said he had some ‘other shit that needed to get done first.’”

Faintly, I saw Bruce tense, but just as quickly as it came, it went. “Alright, everyone leave y/n alone and go sit down.”

On my right, there was Alfred, who felt my anchor to the world. On my left, there was Dick Grayson, who felt like he was trying to get me to smile and laugh every chance he got. 

The table soon became loud with conversations that finally were not about me. However, I felt eyes on me the whole night. Damian Wayne was across from me, staring at me the whole time like I was an intruder. 

“So, you are a healer,” Damian said, skeptically. 

I swallowed a bite of food and nodded, “I am.”

“What can you heal?” Damian asked, twirling his dinner knife in the air. 

“Flesh wounds, broken bones, blood loss, head injury, organ injury,” I trailed off not knowing what else to say. 

“How does it work?” His eyes narrowed at me.

“I’m not really sure. It’s as natural for me as breathing or blinking.”

“What are your–” Damien asked but then Bruce interrupted. 

“Son, you do not need to vet our guest. Let her enjoy herself.” 

Damien was suspicious of me and curious I wanted the boy to feel comfortable, “It’s okay, Bruce. It’s natural to be curious about it. What other questions do you have for me, Damien?’

“What are your limits?” Damien asked.

I felt the table go quiet. They all were curious and wanted to know my weaknesses. I instinctually did not want to answer, but I knew that if I wanted to be accepted I would need to be vulnerable and honest. 

“I cannot heal a majority of terminal illnesses. Spinal injuries can go one way or the other it depends on the severity. I cannot heal tumors. And…. and healing is draining. If I am not smart about it, I can make myself sick.”

“Sick how?” Dick asked, leaning in. 

“Well, it’s hard to explain. When I healed Bruce, it was after my shift at the hospital, I barely ate that day or slept the night before. So, when I put all that energy into healing him, it was exhausting. I nearly passed out on the ground next to him. When I got home, I slept for 16 hours straight. That is a more mild case though, it can get more… severe.”

“I wasn’t aware of that,” Bruce mumbled. 

The boyish charm on Dick’s face vanished, “How severe can it get?”

“Oh, you know tremors, fever, bloody noses, vomiting, seizures. It can get bad. I’ve learned my limits the hard way, but I’ve learned them. Growing up my limits were more extreme. I couldn’t heal a paper cut without getting a headache. Small stuff like cuts and bruises doesn’t bother me at all now though. It barely scratches the surface of my limits.”

“Prove it,” Damien said. 

“Excuse me?” I asked, annoyance filling my tone. I can handle his constant questions, but being told to prove it vexed me. 

“You say you can heal cuts and bruises without it ‘scratching the surface.’ Prove it. Prove you’re not a charlatan witch.” It was a movement for a boy too quick for his age he took his dinner knife and sliced along his own arm.

“Damien!” Barbara yelled. Dick leaped across the table but it was too late, blood was already pooling. Bruce and Alfred cursed. 

“Why did we allow Damien to have a knife at dinner?” Tim asked over the yelling. 

“Tim, do you really think we gave him that knife?” Bruce asked, incredulously. 

Anger surged as I slowly made my way around the table full of people yelling until I was in front of Damien. I glared at him as I rested my hands just above his cut. The room became silent as I healed him. The cut closed, and I replenished the blood that he lost. 

Damien looked at me, dumbfounded. The whole room did expect for Bruce and Alfred.

“It’s one thing to hear about it, but to see it… you really are a miracle.” Duke said the words and I flinched from them. 

I looked at Damien and let my anger show through. “I will not heal you if you pull something like this again. I don’t care how much your father pays me. I am not a monkey that will dance for you on a whim. Do not harm yourself to make a point or prove something again.” Damien angrily ripped his arm away from me. I didn’t care. It was unacceptable. He should never hurt himself intentionally like that just because he knows I can heal him. I turned and faced the room, “It was lovely meeting all of you. I hope you all have a nice evening, good night.”

And with that, I turned around and left for the night. Maybe I shouldn’t be as mad as I am right now, but I know I need a moment to myself. I heard light footsteps beside me as someone lightly jogged to catch up.

“I’m sorry about Damien we are still house-training him,” Dick said, trying his best to lighten the mood. 

I didn’t crack a smile, “It’s okay, Dick, really.”

“He can be intense sometimes, well we all can,” ever so lightly he reached up and grabbed my elbow, turning me so I faced him. “We are a lot. We are loud. We are sarcastic. We all think we are right all the time. We fight. We can be obsessive, protective, and socially inept. You will constantly have to patch us up–”

I shook my head, my eyebrows pinched in confusion, “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“You need to know exactly what you are getting into. It won’t be fair to you if you don’t know,” he said, absent-mindedly his thumb stroking the inner part of my elbow. He probably didn’t even know he was doing it, but I was acutely aware of it.

I just nodded, “Thank you for telling me. I appreciate the honesty. Besides, if I can handle my family, I can handle yours. Good night, Dick.”

“Of course, good night, y/n.” It looked like he wanted to say more, but I didn’t have the energy for it. 

I walked toward my room, suddenly so exhausted. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms, and accidentally ran into a wall. 

“Um excuse you,” a deep voice said.

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[aihoshiino]

chapter 151 thoughts

Chapters Since The 143 Kiss Happened And Went Entirely Unacknowledged And Unaddressed Count: 8

Aqua Hoshigan Status: Black

Kana enjoyers continue to eat good in this new arc, as 151 very clearly parallels what's considered one of the more iconic AquKana chapters from the first half of the manga with a bit of role reversal in the mix. 'Reversal' is sort of the keyword for this chapter for a handful of reasons but we'll get into that when it's relevant.

the usual shout out to mengo for Peak Faces this chapter. my faves were kana's blushy face as she takes off her glasses and aqua covering his blush with his baseball glove… it does NOT get cuter than that.

It's pretty cathartic to see Kana get a similar TV spotlight to BH!Ruby, where she's centered in B-Komachi's success and Ruby is sort of just in the background lol. That said… kinda of hate that OnK is continuing to frame the ShimaD shit!!! I have a lot of complicated feelings about it but I will say that overall, it's pretty fucked that the story made all those correct assertions about sexual harassment in the entertainment industry and how women and young girls specifically are pressured to kowtow to men to retain their place in the industry and then like… not? link any of this?? to what happened to Kana??? Weird and bad!!!!

on the plus side. megarima and maskua <3

It feels like a good step for Kana to confidently assert that they are, in fact, on a date and their shared visible embarrassment is pretty cute. This is what I meant when I said this chapter was a bit of a reversal of chapter 30, which Aqua even calls explicit attention to - running from school to play catch vs running to school. It works well, imo, as a sort of marker of both change and consistency for both of these characters, showing us how far they've come… but at the same time, how much has managed to stay the same. This return to the early AQKN dynamic is really nice… their moment to moment rapport is the one I enjoy most in the series so even though it's definitely jarring to whiplash back to it after the Movie Arc… idk!! I am still enjoying it all the same.

aqua calling her out on it being a baseball date was really funny btw

And their talk about dreams is… Very Shrimptresting. I keep waffling back and forth on what to take from it, because hypothetically I think it's really interesting but whether or not I really end up liking it is going to depend on how things are handled with Aqua going forward…! IDK, this is the obvious pitfall of analyzing the story like this week to week,

I guess all I'll say now is that this falls in line with how I was reading last chapter's framing of Gorou -> Aqua, where Aqua's inheritance of that identity is just that - an inheritance and it's up to him what he chooses to do with that legacy. He can decide for himself what parts of it he wants to take with him into the future and what he chooses to leave behind.

That said: this is still black hoshigan Aqua. Is this just a 'dream' because it's something he wants but doesn't think he'll be able to have? Or is Aqua starting to seriously consider a future for himself past the end of his revenge quest? It was Kana who prompted him for an answer, after all, and he's already had to make a promise to her that he won't 'disappear'. Is he just lying here to put her at ease? Much to consider…….

Kana's side of this conversation is also really interesting. Kana is a person who acts out of genuine love for her craft, yes, but she's also correct that she kind of already got her assumed end goal of 'be a nationally famous actress' when she was a kid and it didn't necessarily make her happy or fulfilled. To a degree, she's been operating on momentum and desperation to cling to the industry so much of her identity was formed around. But if a 'dream' is something she just wants for herself, without her career coming into it… then what does Kana really want?

And the answer, obviously, is Aqua. With another 'oshi no ko' title drop, to boot…!

It's a little sad that even as Kana makes this tentative confession to him, she still downplays herself in favour of Memcho and Ruby but the emotional stakes she's putting on the table are very loaded. This essentially, without either girl knowing it, puts her in direct competition with Ruby who very much seems to still want to milk her sensei's Little Aqua and I don't imagine that conflict is going to go off without fireworks.

Interestingly, though, this isn't the only point on which the two are opposed here: this is what I mean when I said this chapter's keyword was 'reversal'. While Ruby insists that 'Sensei' is her oshi, Kana offers to be Aqua's oshi. This isn't the first time it's happened, either - when Kana talks about her feelings last chapter, she describes them as 本気の恋 (honki no koi), i.e, seriously, earnestly, truly in love whereas Ruby's confession uses the term ガチ恋 (gachikoi), a slang term referring to a fan who considers themselves to be legitimately in romantic love with a celebrity/idol/etc - and specifically says she's gachikoi for Sensei. Gachikoi is also how the first generation of B-Komachi are described in both Viewpoint B and 45510 in the original Japanese text. On just about all fronts, these two are bound to clash going into the final arc of the story and I'm tentatively interested to see where it goes.

No break next week!

[accio-victuuri]

5/27 candy round-up : fan-meet clues, denying drama rumors and everything else. 💋

happy saturday! it’s time for some treats care of mostly wyb @ chunzhen fan meet. it has really been some time since he did one of these. hopefully, he does more before he gets stuck in filming his new movie. we will be getting a new endorsement from him tomo so that’s one to look forward to!

sharing the compilations link of media from today’s event both from cpf & solo fansites!

moving on to the candies…. ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

• The most obvious and probably in your face with today’s event is WYB’s look. Aside from the 🦴 necklace chain peeking from time to time and how his hair brings us back to 2019 WYB. The clothes remind us of that striped top he wore in the l’oreal event where he drew the heart with a mole. It’s also maison kitsune, a brand that ZZ wore in a live event recently too. The glasses for his photoshoot also brings us back to WB night 2020. These things could all mean nothing but to us, it brings back memories. The glasses are particularly sus, cause while i do think it may have something to do with his HK glasses endorsement, i don’t see it on their site as a style he is endorsing currently. It surprised a lot ( if not all ) of the fans cause why is he suddenly 🤓??

2. The Camping CPN is at it again. I don’t usually follow other artists so idk if other mention this too specifically but it’s so interesting how these two decided to pick it up at the same time. Or is this some sort of trend in China too? Either way, during the fan meet he said that he does Camp during his breaks. Plus he mentioned that he did go camping somewhere close to the beach.

He also said something that confused people, when they were talking about “moving camping” and wyb explained it’s like moving your house to the camp because of how one brings a lot of things. the he says: “it means he likes to moves many things...a lot of things...then..” so who is he? why so specific as he? Do you camp with someone who brings a lot of things it’s as good as bringing his house along? I don’t wanna judge XZ lol. cause when we see him, he prefers small bags so you would think he’s okay with not carrying too much. but i also have the feeling that ZZ would bring a lot just to be “ready” when they go camping.

3. When choosing the number for the lucky fans, he picked zone A row 2 number 30 and then when he was asked to change it cause there is no #30, he picked row 3 number 20. 2 & 3. His favorite numbers. This is not new, even @ summer surf shop this was noticed. It’s nice to see that it didn’t change. 23 ( Ai Zhan / Love Zhan )

4. As for some food CPN, WYB said again that he can’t cook and that he can only prepare simple dishes. One day, we will know what these are. I’m thinking he’s being humble about it and if he says he “can cook” people may expect more complicated dishes.

When “spiced beef ( or sauced beef ) was mentioned, he smiled. here is the reference to that if you don’t get it.

In one segment of the show, he was mixing fruits with the yogurt drink and he was asked why he chose lychee. He said it’s because he likes it and likes to freeze it to eat. This reminded cpfs of an LRLG post that said WYB peeled lychees for XZ. It’s so specific of a fruit and then it gets “confirmed” like this!

Xiao laoshi thinks the lychees are too high in calories and doesn’t eat them, but Wang laoshi has already peeled them.

WYB: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat it a few days ago?" Brother X specially went to buy it for you."

🧔‍♂️: “The owner of the stall said that this batch is sweet, try it."

XZ: “Then I'll take it later”

WYB: “Eat later”

• WYB shared about what does when camping and he said what he does is drink coffee. “yes, space out, finish the coffee, and then make another cup, then drink again.”

someone please get him a coffee endorsement! hahahahaha! and the commercial for it will be a scene like this. i really feel for him cause with the statement today from yuehua, this is really a way for him to relax. to camp somewhere quiet and just chill. where no one is following & harassing him.

anyway, it’s cool to see him loving coffee now when in the past he wasn’t seen much drinking it. but at the time of cql filming, xz was the one who loved coffee. is this another way of them adapting each other’s likes?

• While talking about Qingdao ( where the fan meet is taking place ) he was asked if he went there before.. and he stopped and replied, they know better than me. and like he doesn’t even know sometimes what city he is flying to. CPN is that he didn’t want to say when he last went to QD. that’s because there were some talks before that he visited the ADLAD cast ( XZ ) in QD. 🤫

but this could also be him calling out the sisheng fans who “knows” his itinerary and private schedule. 💀💀💀💀💀

There is a new fake story about XZ collecting blind box figures and he complained to WLS that he cannot seem to complete the set he wants. So WLS helped him get it all. This is the set he allegedly wanted :

based on the drama empresses in the palace.

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The second part of this is Patrick ( XZ counterfeiting account ) refuting the rumors of a drama collab between XZ & Y@ngzi. Whether the account is purely a fan account with contact to XZS or WJJW. An XZS employee or a WJJW employee, the sus part here is how quickly this rumor was denied in XZ’s part. There are so many drama and movie melons coming out and putting XZ’s name on it and they don’t address it. If they do, it’s not as quick as this. 30 minutes from when that melon account rumor started getting traction.

This “speed” of denial is not new, some artists / fan accounts do this too ( like ZLY fan when she was rumored to star in mermaid came out lol ) but it’s uncharacteristic for XZ.

There is also a ! on it, this is the only one with that since the account started posting in 5/2020 where that was used. it’s added for emphasis looks like. you can check the account to see for yourself.

I’m not saying he hates his former co-star. I’d like to think they have a professional relationship as what one would expect with a former co-worker and people who go around the same entertainment circle. But one thing is for sure, he doesn’t want to be associated with her in this capacity. A project using his popularity to get attention when he is already signed on with Condor Heroes. And the last time they went on HS together was about using the same car which last night — y@ngzi was on HS again because that same car was also used by Li Xian ( also a former co-star she is romantically linked with ) proving that the issue was so ridiculous! but somehow, some glass hearted cpfs had doubts. lol. please.

i don’t like talking about our boys and other cps associated to them but his connection with this woman seems to make a lot of cpfs nervous. which i don’t understand. 😂😂😂😂 so i hope those people get some sort of “comfort” with this.

END.

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[yooglefics]

Read the new apology and I'm just 😔 like, I get what he did wasn't totally right and technically he did broke the law, BUT all the media and public harassment is so... wild. Like, why are you even holding people ( normal people whose only difference with you is their job as entertainers ) to high standards? Why are you putting a guy you don't even know ( because parasocial relationships and all ) on a pedestal and under a magnifying glass to watch his every move?

I get there is also the whole “he is a role model” aspect of it, and they're ambassadors to things about values and that is like “okay, yeah, you should be careful with your image”, BUT WHY IS HE A ROLE MODEL?

Don't get me wrong, he is inspiring to me, but I don't think he is the best one to be choose to be a role model when he talks about not worrying about school ( not that i disagree but yk ) haha and if you don't like his actions, I don't know, don't follow him? Don't listen to his music? Just ignore him? Wild concept, I know, but you don't have to engage with things you don't like. You don't have to accept that guy is a role model and follow his lead like everyone else.

And yeah, I guess the fact that one of them finally messed up is huge and that's why everyone that ever wanted to say or justify their dislike and anger towards them is going crazy about it. But, again, why do you have a guy under a microscope? Why do you care so much about his life and expect him to be completely perfect when he is also human and humans aren't perfect and make mistakes? Why is it so big just because he is an entertainer?

I get that sometimes their career plays or can play part in things. Personally, there's another idol whose actions I side eye sometimes and the fact that he is an idol plays a part in it, because I feel the lines get blurred and I've seen so many cases where famous people use their fame as an advantage to get things ( not saying this idol does, I don't know him like that lol ). Like, sometimes the power dynamics can't, and shouldn't, be ignored because maybe some one at some point can actually take advantage of it, you know?

Also, this whole thing with him and the media made me think about a situation with and actor a few years back and how it was know his stress levels were so high ( he was in a variety show and for some reason they measured his heart rate and went “uh, let's try again because this is a bit concerning” ) and all and just… I hope myg has a good support system and that he is taking care of himself.

Is a bit complicated because I'm like “there shouldn't be so many people outside the station waiting for a statement because this should be as big of a deal” but I'm also like “what's wrong with people who told off this artist on insta about making a cute animation of him outside the station and army holding his hand???” Because yes, I guess he didn't necessarily consent to being filmed, but technically it's public footage because that was even on the news ?? Is not like the picture from his brother's wedding or the ones taken out and about ???

I'm rambling now, and I wanted to end this showing you that animation because it's cute and it could soothe the heartache a bit, but I guess I'll wait to see if the artist puts it back up.

Anyway. Idk, guys, I'm always thinking about parasocial relationships and the wilderness of it all, but this week has really made me realize that maybe it is really one of those things that not a lot of people think about and that's why we should be talking about it more. So, this is my contribution to the topic, and if you haven't, you should read chappell roan post, too.

[lizadale]

I'm 👀 pretty hard at your choice of characters and roles.

Not gonna lie Cool ImpMentio is a genius, he is cute enough to pull a good imp And flighty and convinced enough for the cool trait to fit. I choose mage as because my thought process is he likes fire and explosions and power ans stuff. But he said "I CaST LiGhtiNg" instead >:C and when he does cast explosion it's against the goddamn apple slimes.

I had to take it out of my system. sorry.

I've made Mario cool though, because backflips and extra hard hits.

, ahem. here's the...

Tales of the Fae Retreat

Mario was on the way to Luigi's house to bug him, as it is his obligation as Luigi's brother, got called by God right before knocking on the door. When he got there he went to the closest building to maybe learn what the hell is happening. He rang the bell and was immediately answered by the tini cartoon duck.

She got scared on how much he looked like her friend that got captured but still answered all his questions and tried to recruit him to her party. Because he shouldn't walk around without something to defend himself either way, she handled him the only spare "weapon" she had. A frying pan her friend choose to hold onto because he would eventually, when they got time, give it back, even if he thinks it was going to be trashed.

He's septic but accepts. He thinks is not a good idea to go against the being who talks directly to the one who can bring him there out of nowhere.

(Mario Does deserve three paragraphs, fight mii if you think otherwise.) (Chef because him and Luigi has to have the same job)

Peach was working on her usual princess things and Timpani was chilling, having a day to herself, when they got summoned.

Peach had her fan in her dress, Timpani found herself besides a tank and thought "why not?"

Mario, being the gentleman that he is, immediately compliments Peach when we got her in the party. Like she got in, we head out, Lena one shot a twerky and he does it.

He's the only person who escorts her to safety, he heals her every turn (EVERY TURN. When a monster gets a turn she's the target), they keep showing off mostly for eachother I'm kind of scared of them. I think by this point they have the most friendship out everyone. (Besides Luigi and Dimentio, but i grinded with the first party to not get bodied when getting them back. )

When we were at the citrus cave, Peach drank from a puddle. Idk why that's on the notes :v she turned invisible. Lena drank later, turned into a monster.

And this time, after making an friend, Lena the cartoon duck the cat made a effort to be extra nice to her new party. She brought Peach perfume and castanets to Mario. Peach liked her present, Mario? Not so much ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Timpani is a very good glass tank. She only used human cannon ball two times and each with different people. And she didn't hit the party with Wild shot, expect in karkaton, where she hit O'Chunks once but that's another day's tale.

For some reason with her the prep from being cautious trigger in the same turn instead of waiting for her next. it's instant double dmg. Idk why. but I'm not complaining either.

BUT she's using cardboard as armour and it doesn't hold against pretty much anything. If she isn't at the safe space when the enemy attacks she instantly dies, and she hates all the defense food available atm, i backtracked and tested :/

Btw did you know that the voices of the Miis who sing in the title screen in the switch version are from your party?

See ya when you unlock the quests. Good luck.

let me start off by saying that when i started playing this game i knew nothing about the plot or the roles. didn't know about my party getting replaced twice or new jobs cropping up, but MAN i'm so lucky i waited to put Dimentio in the game until Neksdor because the Imp class is BUILT FOR HIM:

incredible. it's like i wrote this role.

(Mario knows better than to defy a duck-cat who communes with God)

Peach and Mario also immediately hit it off in my party lmao. by the time I added Luigi into the party they were already like level 7 together. Timpani SHOULD get to be a tank. it's what she deserves.

anyway, i got my party back. Mr L and Luigi are very confused by each other's presence. O'Chunks keeps sticking bananas in everyone's pockets, and I can't keep Timpani away from the damn horse - lucky for Blumiere he's too busy being possessed to know his wife is cheating on him.

Mr L is generally being the nuisance he's designed to be - he keeps "getting sick" but it's pretty obvious he's faking because eventually someone will check on him and he'll go "ehhh i'm done resting"

because i have 0 restraint, my current party is a dimigi sandwich. somehow, Dimentio is the most emotionally stable of all of us. (i switched Luigi to a cook because the flower class was annoying me. now he's OP)

notice everyone hates my husband, Mr L. he needs to stop being a lazy dick.

they chose the next castle to start a terrible love triangle, and then the above chart happened. Luigi also keeps finding unidentified bottles on the floor and drinking from them, and Dimentio keeps falling through holes in the floor.

Mr L is still surprisingly reliable, even if also terribly infuriating

hey there, gorgeous.

[stardustsea]

you get one of each because i'm stalling reading tsc and also trying to figure out how to make breakfast

fmk, would you rathers, or have you evers!

fmk - the julie and the phantoms boys that i don't remember their names yet but you know what i mean

would you rather - have to wear one or seven colors every day

have you ever - swam in open water (like, left a boat to be in the water, as opposed to walking from the shore into the water)

ask me anything about a fandom, character, or ship (unpopular opinions!)

how are you feeling ab the tommy buck arc so far?

ask me about my headcanons! (be specific!)

whats your most niche take about andrew minyard

make me choose?? (between anything!)

who gets the cup next between kraken and flyers (sorry)

tell me about your crushes (tumblr + real life!)

when i was a junior in high school i went to a football game with a girl and it was cold on account of being night time and she let me wear her jacket. we never ended up going out or anything but i think that was peak romance and it ruined me for all other people forever probably

rec me stuff! (films, books, shows, clothing shops, anything!)

i have been absolutely VIBING the fuck out of the new glass animals single it's called creature in heaven and i adore it so much

ask me for recs! (^^^)

all time favorite lego set ?

vent to me! tell me about your day, what are you looking forward to??

vibing in my pajamas because i'm still lowkey devestated about leafs hockey but we r powering through. perhaps i will acquire a little treat for stars tn

what you’re thinking about/doing right now!

what i Should be doing is putting my standing desk together so i don't have to work hunched over like a gremlin all day but instead i think i will watch the new movie adaption of a john green book that came out on max this week because unfortunately that weird old man has the same chokehold on me that he did when i was 16 you know how it is

talk to me about anything!

tell me about YOUR day and one thing you are looking forward to 🫵

go read tsc i wanna talk about it 😭 but i love you

fmk - the julie and the phantoms boys that i don't remember their names yet but you know what i mean

changing fmk to hug-befriend-push into pool bc otherwise the answer is none for any but: hug alex, befriend luke (i have to bully him i HAVE to), push reggie into pool (lovingly, i think he'd enjoy it)

would you rather - have to wear one or seven colors every day

hmmm was gonna say one but it wouldn't be that hard to get some kind of rainbow colored accessory so 7

have you ever - swam in open water (like, left a boat to be in the water, as opposed to walking from the shore into the water)

i've jumped off many boats into water! usually in the middle of lakes. i've also been scuba diving mildly far out into ocean

how are you feeling ab the tommy buck arc so far?

love her dearly! we all know i'm a buddie truther 'til i die but bucktommy has been so fun to watch and i'll be sad when it ends

whats your most niche take about andrew minyard

hmm idk how niche this is but i'll die on the hill that he's not nearly as bad with general touching from people as some of the fandom seems to think he is

who gets the cup next between kraken and flyers (sorry)

aaaaaaaaa at beginning of this season i would've said kraken and i'm still kinda leaning that way but ask me again when kraken are done making offseason moves

all time favorite lego set ?

i really enjoyed the succulents and little plants ones!

bonus things

that is a fun song. i'm also still in my pajamas if that helps. enjoy turtles!

tell me about YOUR day and one thing you are looking forward to 🫵

have had a very lazy morning/afternoon. too lazy perhaps. but i might try to go look for shorts at target today

[breserker]

botany.......🌵🍄🌿

all things whicht to be found in vel's immediate areas i think maybe

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

man you can have the perpetually in progress playlist for jackrabbit brujo. fair warning that like, the first half of this is general vibes of the story whereas most of the second half contains specific storybeats and so are a bit...off? idk but. y'know. it needs more soda stereo but sin sobresaltos oh my god it's so hard to type with a cat settling on my typin fingers sin sobresaltos and take it easy battle each other for best opening song.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

for tserith? tseng secretly needs glasses but it's not good for assassin work. postcanon he wears them a bit more commonly but he has a habit of falling asleep with them on which very much delights aeris. for my characters it's just canon bitch and you know this but i'll tell the world this too, vel and laura went on a date and figured they'd work well together so they went on a second date, which was more of a test for vel where laura brought shoua along to vibe check for laura if vel was going to be ok esp due to their unusual (coincidental) meeting. this second date occurred on a karaoke night at a bar with a secret stipulation: vel would choose one song to sing and then laura and shoua would choose a second. regardless of whatever song vel chose to sing they'd choose an extremely gendered song to see if he'd swap the genders in singing it. vel's choice went first which he chose "take a chance on me" by ABBA, pleaded in between verses, sat down to laura laughing and going "WE WERE GOING TO HAVE YOU SING ABBA TOO" which caused him to laugh and then he killed it on 'gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight'. so that's when they started dating For Real

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

this is gonna suck so bad: wait it out. But Actively wait it out. Watch a new movie, binge a new topic, try out a new type of show you haven't tried before, cook something new (that's right it doesn't have to be story related!) build a gundam, do something else for a while. Exercise the other parts of your brain. Eventually it'll come back around, but just like how a machine overheats if it runs for too long, or muscles get tired, or cats can go from 100 to 0 in 5 minutes, your writing brain needs rest and the less you beat yourself up over that the gentler the rest will be and t he more revitalizing getting that creativity back will be also. Also, while i said try a lot of "new" things, i think at first if you're VERY blocked up just put something mindless or familiar on. I particularly enjoy basketball for the moment to moment sparks of joy that don't demand full attention, and if I find myself itching to do Something Else while watching the game (either during it or right after) then I know I'm ready to try smth newer and stuff. It takes time. The worst thing you can do is berate yourself. Only berate yourself when you're editing your work. it's really fun. pull a hunter s thompson and shoot your fucking typewriter.

[ask game prompt link]

[yutafrita]

The Eternal Tragedy- CHAPTER THREE

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SEE YOU COWGIRL, SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE!

Pairing(s): Mafia!Yuta x Reader, Mafia!Sungchan x Reader Reader Pronouns: She/ Her Genre: Angst, Sci-Fi, Fantasy Chapter Word Count: 9.4K Warnings: GRAPHIC depictions violence, GRAPHIC depictions of death, a LOT of blood towards the end of this chapter, alcohol use, mentions of a fraternity, suggestive scenes (?idk how else to describe this one it's like 3/4 in)

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It was odd to see Shotaro in the daylight. He had insisted on taking you and the waitstaff out for breakfast before your last day as a waitress, and while you and the rest of the waitstaff would get together on occasion, seeing the young man smiling out with all of you was definitely weird.

“I expect a whole parade when I leave,” Seulgi teased, her mimosa swirling in the glass in her hand. Shotaro had selected a rooftop restaurant in the fashion district of Neuvo Seoul, giving you all a view of the bustling city below.

“I don’t think you should participate in a parade at 100 years old,” Chaein taunted, earning laughs from everyone else.

“Are you excited?” Jisung asked you. He had been relatively quiet this morning, likely feeling nervous that he would soon be taking your place as a part of the waitstaff full time.

“Well, I’m excited to go to Mercury,” you lied, your smile still forced. “I just need to brush up on my accounting skills.”

“Being an accountant is just counting money, right? I do that everyday,” Irene sent you a reassuring smile. She was the most helpful when you told the staff about your robbery and that you would be taking the new job, even offering to go with you whenever you were sent to other planets for work.

According to Sungchan, the files and information you would need are in different places of the solar system as the syndicate never kept its information online. Since you would also be expected to… play with some numbers, you would need to visit the syndicates legal venues to help you do so. 

“There’s this really cool theme park there, I highly recommend going to it if you have free time,” Shotaro added.

“What is with you and theme parks, man?” Jisung questioned, seeming to be annoyed by his supervisor.

“Hey, life’s short! Let the man go to his little theme parks,” Goeun chided. She glanced your way, and you sent her the somber smile you had been wearing all morning. You liked your job. You liked your coworkers. Hell, you even liked your syndicate supervisor. The thought of not being able to work alongside them made your chest feel a heavy weight.

“You’re not dying, we’ll all still be bothering you,” Seulgi jumped in, catching the look you still had on.

You smiled again, “none of you guys could ever really bother me,” you shot a glance over to Jisung, “not even the little mouse.”

“They’re supposed to be rat ears,” Jisung sighed, his hands reaching up to cover the tiny mouse ears on his head. You all laughed again, watching a red heat rise on his ears.

Shotaro lifted his glass, “well, this is not a goodbye, this is just us wishing you good luck.” 

Luck, something that seemed to not be on your side lately. For the past week since your break in, you had been staying with Goeun and her younger sister, choosing to crash on their couch rather than be alone in the apartment. Sungchan, much to your dismay, put Yuta in charge of upgrading the security system of the place, and while it was certainly safer, the little nagging part of your brain could not get over the fact that your place had been violated. You even tried calling your mother afterwards, ready to swallow your pride and beg for her financial help, but she wouldn’t even answer your plethora of phone calls.

But, you need to be an adult again. So, after brunch and before your final shift for work that day, you went back to Goeun’s to pack up your small backpack.

“You can stay one more night,” Goeun pleaded, watching as you shoved your sneakers away. Her younger sister, Dosie, was unable to hide the joy she felt watching you pack, though. You loved her like she was your own sibling, but she made it very clear to you that she was unhappy with their current arrangement.

“Let her be, Goeun. Do you need any help packing?” she offered, removing the water bottle you had left on the floor without a proper coaster.

You shook your head, standing up as you finished gathering your things. “Thanks you guys, I’ll see you tonight Goeun.”

The sisters lived in a complex two blocks over from the Sosa subway station, so you started your walk over. Neuvo Seoul was fully alive now, and you melted together with the crowds of citizens and tourists alike moving about their day. You and Goeun both grew up on the other side of the planet in Paris-York, and while they certainly had their differences, you were convinced that large cities were all the same. All overstuffed with people, mostly a lack of regard for fellow pedestrians, random patches of town that smelled like piss, and a disinterested upper class.

You took your time getting through your commute, trying to bide your time and delay the inevitable. You wiped the sweat off the palms of your hands onto the bottom of the floral dress you still had on from the morning, nervous as your complex came into view. Stealing a glance at a newspaper stand, everything around you seemed the same. Your entire sense of self was crushed within a few brief moments, but not a thing around you seemed to have changed. 

You entered your apartment complex, waving hello to neighbors you passed on your way in. You moved up the steps at a sluggish pace, staring intently at your feet as you did so. 

“Ah, look who's back,” the cheery voice snapped your eyes up. Yuta was leaning against your door, his tail wagging once he saw the surprise in your eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“You really thought Sungchan wanted to leave your place unguarded after a break in?” Yuta scoffed. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I haven’t been home since the break-in.”

“Believe me, I know.”

“Have you been staking out in front of my apartment for a week?” you whispered, moving closer to the fox. 

“Me and a few other people,” Yuta shrugged. You resisted the urge to facepalm, already fighting off a headache at what your neighbors had to think. “Still haven’t found the robbers yet, sadly.”

“I know, Sungchan has been texting me that same message like every hour,” you grumbled, taking your keys out from your pocket. “Am I allowed to go into my own place now?”

“I guess I can allow it,” he sarcastically bit, moving to the side for you to quickly enter your place, “I’ll be out here if you need anything.”

“I won’t,” you bristled, shutting the door behind you. Alone in your apartment, any strength you felt was gone as you assessed your space. After the break-in, Sungchan had a few syndicate members help put your apartment back together as best as they could since the robbers also decided to break a few cups and picture frames on their way out. There was a faint echo in the space as you padded to your room, and an ache in your chest formed as you saw the empty wall which formerly held a painting your grandfather made.

A couple of earrings. Your favorite pair of heels. Several dresses. All of your vintage movies. Your grandfather’s painting. All of your flowers. All of your money.

It was an eclectic assortment of items to steal to say the least. You assessed the syndicate members' attempt to hang up your broken picture frames, frowning as you glared at the photo of you and your parents at your high school graduation. You went to your community college for two years before transferring to a university in Neuvo Seoul, but you remember how much this annoyed your mother. You wanted to save money, but she wanted a daughter she could proudly flaunt to her rich friends.

As the day progressed, you started mindlessly making dinner, watching the clock as you did. Then, you remembered the man outside your door.

Releasing a sigh, you cracked the front door open, “do you want ramen?”

Yuta happily took up your offer, perching himself on the chair in your kitchen island as you quickly served the two even plates. It was eerie. The peeling red paint of the apartment complimented the man very well: accenting the designer blood red suit he wore and his red fox ears and tail. He knew that your apartment wasn’t perfect, but his face still held one of fascination as his eyes scanned the kitchen.

“It was my grandparents. They bought it in 2060,” you don’t know why you decided to tell Yuta this. Maybe it was the way his eyes grew wide as you spoke, and how he quietly observed and listened. “My grandpa moved in with my parents a few years before he died, but he still had the lease to this place and left it to me.”

“Where do your parents live?” he asked, slurping up the ramen. You picked at your noodles, your elbows leaning heavily on your kitchen island.

“Paris-York, I moved here when I went to university.”

“Hm, Sungchan’s from Paris-York,” Yuta noted, and you raised an eyebrow in response. “He moved here when he was much younger, but I’m pretty sure that’s where he’s from.”

“It’s a… fine city,” you shrugged.

“Are you excited to go to Mercury?” he prompted. You noted that within a few minutes he had nearly finished his bowl despite you hardly even beginning to poke at your own food. You forced yourself to take a mouthful of noodles as you thought over his question. While you told the waitstaff that you were excited, you felt that you couldn’t hide the pit in your stomach anymore when it came to flying to Mercury.

“I guess. It’ll be my first time visiting another planet,” you admitted, your lip twitching. You felt too old to admit this. Most people have visited other planets and interplanetary travel had become extremely safe, yet you couldn’t shake the anxiety it made you feel.

“Are you afraid of ships, angel?” Yuta caught.

You frowned, “humans weren’t meant to travel between planets like this.”

Yuta pointed his chopstick at you, shaking his head as he did so. “You see, that line of thinking is what stops human innovation.”

******

Your last shift as a waitress in the garden was surreal. Taeyeon had given you a free dandelion tea, you were tipped supremely well working the bar, and you laughed with a smile brighter than ever as you walked back home afterwards with the rest of the waitstaff.

“I’ll see you guys soon,” you chirped. The girls all tugged you into a group hug, and parted ways from you. You lingered outside your complex for a moment, watching the group of girls chat and finish the short trek to the subway station. A shadow you had felt since you left the club now hovered your shoulder. 

You sighed, “what time do I need to report to the ship station?”

“Sungchan’s having a car pick you up, angel. I think 1000 should be fine,” Yuta’s voice chimed, not even phased that you hadn’t turned back to face him.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” you grumbled, fiddling with the keys in your bag before you let yourself into your apartment building. Yuta slinked in behind you, humming as he did so.

“I like how much it bothers you,” he replied, and you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he wore a devilish smile. You pinched the bridge of your nose once you stood at your front door.

“Why don’t you just… go home? And rest? I think I’ll be fine on my own for a few hours.”

Yuta shook his head, “no can do, angel.”

You frowned, opening your front door. “Do you want to just sit inside then?”

A look of fear crossed Yuta’s face, and you saw him glance behind himself as if someone was listening to you two. You rolled your eyes at this.

“I’m not asking you to fuck me. I just feel bad at the thought of you standing out here in the cold for hours.”

Yuta pressed his lips into a tight line, seeming to weigh his options. You sighed, stepping one foot into your apartment before you glanced back at the fox man, “the door’s unlocked, if you decide to come in.”

It had taken Yuta about a half an hour, but he quietly entered your apartment as you were packing your suitcase. You were perched on the edge of your couch, nodding once you met his gaze. You had changed into decidedly more comfortable clothing that was vastly different from what you typically wore at work, but Yuta didn’t bat an eye at your sweats.

“You should be sleeping by now,” he commented, his back pressed against your front door.

“I could say the same to you. Seriously, when was the last time you slept a full eight hours?”

Yuta looked up, mulling over a response as you chuckled. 

“Before my initiation, I think.”

“Ah, of course,” you hummed, folding the last of your clothes. Shutting the suitcase, you set yourself on top to help press it together and make it easier to zip up. The center part of the luggage was refusing to close, and you hunched over it as you tried to shut it. 

So quiet you hadn’t even noticed he moved, Yuta had crossed the kitchen and living room to kneel in front of you, his hands meeting yours to quickly shut the suitcase without any hesitation. 

You flopped back onto the couch, sighing in defeat. “Thanks.”

Yuta stayed kneeling for a moment before moving to the furthest corner of the couch. “It’s no problem.”

“You know I don’t bite, right?” Your eyes were drooping, exhaustion already starting to take over as you stared up at the popcorn ceiling.

“I know you don’t.”

You yawned, “and you know I’m no one's property either, right?”

You heard Yuta sigh, as if this was an internal debate he had been dealing with already. “I know.”

“Then why are you even afraid of sitting near me?”

Yuta was quiet for a while, and in that time your eyes slowly started to shut, your breathing slowly evening out.

“I dreamt about you,” Yuta’s soft voice forced your eyes back open, your eyes meeting his. “It’s silly to put so much weight into dreams… but it was just so surreal.”

“Mmm,” you grunted, your eyes meeting his. “I dreamed about you too, but I’m not being weird about it.”

He chuckled then, shifting himself ever so slightly on the couch so that he could be closer to you. “You’re right.”

“I know,” you replied. Slowly, you began drifting off to sleep, the hum of your apartment lights sending you deep into your dreams.

Now, you stood on the top of a hill, a strong wind pushing your hair and dress around. The fresh air was powerful, filing your lungs as you stared up at the big, blue, open sky.

“I miss this,” a silvery voice next to you spoke. You glanced over. Sungchan stood with his hands in his pockets, the wind wrapping his hair around the horns on his head and fluffing the feathers on his wings. 

“No other planet in this solar system is quite as lovely as earth,” he turned his eyes to meet your gaze, “nor is any face as lovely as yours.”

“Even my dream version of you is overly flirty and… weird,” you sighed, “earth’s been uninhabitable since 2062 ”

“... it’s cute that you dream of me, even if it’s only after you dream of Yuta.”

“At least you aren’t covered in blood.”

“I’ve been on earth before,” he interjected. You glanced back over to the young man, watching as his jaw clenched tightly.

“We’re here now,” you replied, seeing the clouds roll over in the sky. 

Sungchan sniggered, “this version of you is adorable.”

“The dream version of you is weirder, actually.”

His arm wrapped around your waist, and he tugged you closely to him. You braced your arms, placing your hands on his chest in an attempt to push yourself off to no avail. Sungchan tightened his grip, pulling you closer despite you fighting against him.

“As long as you still think this is a dream, I’ll treat this as one,” he set his chin on the crown of your head, his voice vibrating against his chest and your cheek that was pressed against him.

“This is not what I’d want in a dream,” you huffed, dropping your arms in defeat. Sungchan’s hand hooked under your chin, lifting your eyes up to see him. “Let go of me,” you whispered.

“You’ll have to kill me first, for once.”

******

Your first day in Mercury, Sungchan had left you alone to deal with mountains of senseless documents at the syndicate's beer garden. Santiago de Mercurio was the capital of the planet and prided itself in being “classier” than other big cities in the galaxy, which really just meant more stuck up, brighter lights, and an underbelly you had to go digging for. In Neuvo Seoul, it was easy to just stumble into syndicate dealings and even easier to turn a blind eye. Here though, the Mercurio Beer Garden held an air of seriousness that The Garden you had known and worked at all these years, would never touch.

Johnny, the man you had met while training Jisung and also the night Sungchan had you pose for him, was the man in charge of the Mercurio Beer Garden. He had shown you the office filled to the brim with disorganized papers while wearing a sheepish grin.

“When was the last time you had someone managing the finances?” you asked the tall man.

He scratched the back of his neck, thinking this over. “I wanna say about four months?”

Johnny had set down what he deemed “necessary paperwork” in one corner and asked if you needed anything else. He seemed kind, and stood out to you from the other syndicate members you’ve slowly been acquainting yourself with, although his tattoo was just as prominent as everyone else’s. It was his lack of accentors that took you back. They were such a sign of wealth and status in the solar system that seeing someone as visibly well off as him not having any still surprised you.

“How’s Yuta, by the way?” Johnny asked you before he left you to your own devices. You brought out your calculator and reading glasses, already focusing on your task at hand.

“He’s fine, I think. I haven’t spoken to him since I left Mars,” you replied blankly. Johnny nodded, seeming content with this news before he stepped out of the office and left you alone. You did miss the fox man’s presence. You found him annoying sometimes, but other times, you found him comforting and kind- you liked speaking with him. 

Speaking with other members of the syndicate was difficult.

The interplanetary ship you were all on made you sick most of the time, and when you did try to be sociable to the two other people on board who were not Sungchan, they often hardly looked your way. Kun, the former accountant and the one currently piloting the ship, hardly says so much as a good morning if you weren’t asking him about previously filed paperwork. Ten, Sungchan’s general syndicate right hand, would only speak to you if he wanted help locating Sungchan.

Sungchan was true to his word when he said you only had to work thirty hours a week, but in the week you were on Mercury to avoid being cornered by the man you often kept yourself busy with overtime. It’s not like you had nothing to do- the numbers were a mess and made no sense. But, being alone with Sungchan still made you nervous, especially when at night, you would hear him and Ten having to deal with some potential traitors or snitches.

It was your last night in Mercury, and you shut the binder on your last updated financial information for the Mercurio Beer Garden. Most of the papers Johnny had shown you were next to useless and you ended up spending several hours shredding paperwork. The office was much more organized, and you were hoping that when you passed by next quarter, Johnny would properly maintain the information in the format and… style you had.

There was a knock at the door and you absentmindedly told them to enter. You had expected it to be Johnny or possibly even Sungchan.

“Working hard, or hardly working, angel?” the stupid nickname had you pause. You glanced up from the chair, blinking quickly to confirm that it was, indeed, Yuta.

“What are you doing here?” you laughed, hoping the smile you wore would offset any potential bite your question held. Yuta was dressed in a more casual manner with a designer long sleeve and sweatpants to still indicate his wealth.

“Johnny asked me to pass by Mercury for the weekend,” he moved and set himself on the chair in front of you, whistling as he examined the state of the office. “How did you manage to clean this up?

You two spoke casually for a few minutes. The club was doing well, he said, and that Jisung had picked up the slack surprisingly quickly.

“Oh, and we’re still monitoring your apartment. Not 24/7 but enough.”

“No updates on the robbers?” you asked, holding out a bit of hope that you’d get your money and painting back. Yuta shook his head, looking away in shame. “That’s all right I guess… I just want my grandpa’s painting back.”

“... I promise I’ll get it back,” Yuta affirmed, his eyes rounded as he looked at you with a seriousness that took you by surprise.

You shrugged. “At least I still have his apartment.”

You spoke for a few minutes smiling and leaning over your desk as you did so.

“Can I try something?” he asked suddenly, and you raised a curious eyebrow.

“I guess,” you went to reach for one of the binders, assuming that’s what he meant. His hand steadied under your chin, and your eyes widened in shock before the softness of his lips met yours. It took you by surprise, and you didn’t have much time to register it before he moved away from you just as quickly. Your mouth was agape in confusion, and Yuta chuckled at your expression.

There was a knock at the door, and in bursted a chuckling Johnny who didn’t seem to notice the tension in the air.

“Yooo, man you have to come out here! Ten and Kun’s game of darts is getting intense!” Johnny cheered, shooting you a small smile. “Leave the little lady to finish cleaning the books.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out there soon,” Yuta nodded. Johnny left the two of you alone with a shut door, and you watched as Yuta took a blank sticky note from the desk, snatching the pen in your hand to scribble something down. “If you ever need me for anything,” he set the pen back down, “call me, and I’ll be there.”

He moved towards the door before he turned back to you, “I would have beaten myself if I didn’t try that at least once. So, thanks.”

Quickly, and without thinking, you grabbed Yuta’s hand to stop him. He paused, looking back at you with surprise. Hesitating, you leaned over the desk, and met your lips to his again, this time fully kissing the man you had been thinking about non-stop for the past few months.

His lips were just as soft as you had hoped they would be, and he kissed you back without hesitancy, his hands cradling your face. He broke from the kiss, his forehead leaning against yours as his breath fanned over your lips.

“I gotta go before you get me into trouble, angel.”

******

You hated Mercury and Venus. Maybe it was the fact that on each planet you spent hours sifting through wordless, senseless documents that barely helped you in fixing the syndicates books. Maybe it was the fact that one room over in every hotel room you had to hear Sungchan or Ten “taking care of problems” that happened to crop up on both planets. Or, and this was what you figured was most likely the issue, was that intersolar traveling always got you sick.

Hunched over the toilet on the ship, you vomited out the contents of your stomach. Sungchan let Ten take a break from managing dinner for the night, and decided to cook everyone's steaks. It was surprisingly good, but no matter how good the food has been, your stomach has refused to hold any food while flying between planets. 

“Fuck me,” you muttered, crumbling back down to the floor, your back pressed against the metal bathroom wall. There was a slight shift in the air, and you opened your eyes to see Sungchan standing at the open door of the bathroom, holding on to a towel and a small bottle.

He looked up as if in thought, “maybe not right now, but later.”

You would be snippy if not for the fact that you felt like such utter shit. Sungchan sighed and sat next to you, offering you the towel. This was not the first time he had seen you hunched over the toilet. Everytime you found yourself sick from the centripetal force of the ship, Sungchan seemed to also find himself next to you with a towel and an awkward attempt to comfort you.

Blowing your nose on the towel, you noted the pill bottle in the man’s hand.

“What’s that?” you asked, coughing. The burn in your throat wasn’t helped by the throbbing in your head.

“Ah, Jaemin finally got his hands on some proper nausea medication,” Sungchan paused, seeing the furrow in your brows, “Jaemin is our medic.”

“Ah.”

“One of the possible side effects is sleep walking, though.”

“If it keeps my stomach inside my body for one more day, I don’t care,” you reached your hand out to grab the pill bottle, only for Sungchan to pull his hand away, keeping it out of reach. “Please?”

“It’s not wise for you to sleepwalk around a ship in outer space. You’re staying in my room tonight so I can at least keep an eye on you.”

“I am not sleeping with you,” you hissed before your stomach turned again, knocking you back over the toilet bowl. Sungchan’s hand was placed on your lower back, sending a chill down your spine despite the bile coming out of you.

The interplanetary spaceship had two levels. The bottom level had the kitchen, tiny living space, and meeting room. The top level contained the hanger bay for the smaller ships as well as a mediocre living quarters. 

There was a small shuffling of footsteps and you looked up from the toilet, your eyes stinging as you saw Ten glaring at you from the doorframe. He was a high level member of the syndicate and besides managing the food on the ship, when he was on land he served as the ears of the group, you learned. Ten’s head was tilted down at you, the shadows of the dim bathroom lighting making his ram horns look more eerie than usual. 

“Listen, I know you still aren’t used to interplanetary travel, but this is our only toilet and I have to take a shit.”

The mucus covered towel in your hand vanished and in a moment was tossed at Ten’s annoyed face. 

“Fuck off,” Sungchan muttered, leading to a disgruntled Ten.

“Fine, I’ll take a dump in the bucket- again. We’ll just have Kun manage yet another interplanetary sanitation fine,” Ten shuffled away from the bathroom, his feet echoing against the metal.

Sungchan turned his head back towards you, his hand shaking the pill bottle. “I’m not sleeping with you,” you repeated.

“You’ll be on the bed, I’ll be on the couch. I’m a gentleman.”

“You beat the shit out of a frontdoorsman for pronouncing your name wrong.”

“Do you want to stop throwing up or not?”

You curled up in the smallest corner of the large bed, your back to the open window. You hated looking out at the stars and seeing where you all stood in the empty void of a universe. You hated everything. You were miserable. Just two more planets to go and you’d be back on Mars, closer to getting that stupid deed.

“How’s your stomach?” Sungchan asked, breaking you from your train of thought. You glanced over. He was laying on his back with his arms tucked under the back of his head, his body visibly too long for the couch as his legs dangled off the arm.

“It’s… fine. Look,” you sighed, annoyed by your conscience, “let me take the couch. Or let me be in my own room.”

“You wish,” Sungchan chuckled, staring up at the ceiling. Sungchan was typically aggressive and irritable with even the highest members of the syndicate, yet with you, he was nothing less than doting to an unfortunately obsessive degree. He was difficult to read. “I’d kill Jaemin if you sleep-walked out of this ship.”

“I believe you. But you don’t even fit on the couch,” you noted. Sungchan wagged his toes, still chuckling to himself. “I’ll be fine.”

“I can fight, if you try anything.”

“I know.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“Good night, Sungchan.”

******

You were in love with Titan- or more specifically, Titan’s city of Jikanopolis. Titan was a moon of Saturn that humanity had managed to properly colonize. The buildings weren’t soaring like the ones in Paris-York, and the public transportation was better than what Neuvo Seoul offered. You loved the patches of greenery shoved into as many corners of the city as possible. You didn’t even mind the fact that technically the entire city was located under a ginormous greenhouse dome.

Sungchan noticed your sudden change of mood that first evening on the planet. You decided to have dinner in the patio of the bar the syndicate owned rather than staying holed up in the office as you had chosen to do these past few weeks at the other establishments. The night air was crisp, and while there were other patrons on the outside patio, you didn’t mind as you stared up at the deep golden night sky.

119 Bar and restaurant was at the heart of Jikanopolis on a gorgeous rooftop that overlooked the city. The Mercurio Beer Garden was high brow and certainly fancy- but the view and energy of 119 was miles ahead of anything on Mercury. 

“You look happy,” Sungchan stated, his blazer strung over his shoulders. You shrugged, looking back down at your nearly empty plate. Even the syndicate members of 119 were completely different from their other counterparts throughout the Solar system- all kind, boisterous, and easy going. Taeil, the chef at 119, instead of greeting you casually, asked what your favorite meal was. Hours later, when you had originally planned to step out to grab take out, the man had fully prepared the meal for you, smiling brightly when he saw the joy on your face. 

Sungchan stood out like a sore thumb here in Titan.

“It’s… nice here,” you decided to reply, glancing back up. Sungchan removed his blazer, hanging it on the plastic chair in front of you at the table before he sat himself down. He leaned his elbows on the table, staring intently at the plate you were still working on. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and while he seemed to zone out, you fully stole a glance at his dragon tattoo. Having to be around quite a few syndicate members these past few weeks, you’ve seen how they all distinguish themselves in their rankings. Yuta, Ten and Johnny were the only members you had seen with black ink for their dragons, small lines of red accenting the mouth. Jisung and a few lower level members had blue ink used as the primary colors on their tattoos. A few mid level members like Kun and even Taeil’s tattoos were a blend of red with green accents.

Sungchan was the only member you saw with his tattoo to be made up only of one color- red.

“My eyes are up here,” Sungchan waved his hand in front of your face, and you blinked quickly in embarrassment. “Saturn, god what a bastard.”

“Huh?” you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t sure why you bothered humoring him- Sungchan randomly speaking cryptically around you was something you should be used to by now. 

“Sometimes I just think about the namesake of the planets… humanity named them after their roman counterparts, not even their Greek counterparts.”

You mulled over this, “Mars just has a better ring to it than Ares.”

“Jupiter has a better ring to it than Zeus I guess,” he hummed, and you physically felt a chill rush down your spine. “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine,” you replied briskly. “Saturn… which God is that one?”

Sungchan let out a deep sigh, leaning back on his chair and staring back up at the night sky. “He was the Dad of Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto, Vesta, Ceres, and Juno. God of time, generation, dissolution, wealth, liberation… he ate up all his kids except for the youngest one,-.”

“Jupiter,” you finished, meeting his gaze. He nodded. “I guess that makes sense as to why Saturn’s moon is named Titan.”

“I think you know the rest of that myth.”

“Yeah yeah yeah- Saturn ate a rock that his wife gave him, Jupiter kicked his ass and everyone lived happily ever after.”

Sungchan cracked a smile, his eyes not leaving yours. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“Here’s that drink you wanted, Sungchan,” one of the staff members approached, his nodding at you as they set down the alcohol he seemed to have asked to be sent there.

You looked back up at the night sky. The light pollution of the city was so minimal compared to the other planets you visited, that you were able to clearly make out stars and the planet of Saturn from where you sat. You hadn’t been able to enjoy the view of them so much on the ship on account of you trying to not throw up from motion sickness, but being able to see them from here from the comfort of a moon made you smile. A genuine smile you hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages.

“You love Titan, don’t you?” Sungchan’s voice was calm, and when you looked back at him for a moment, it seemed like a pained expression flashed on his face before being replaced with his usual stillness. 

“I think so,” you admitted, looking back up, “the stars are just so lovely from here.”

“You do look quite lovely, even if it’s on Titan,” Sungchan grumbled. 

******

You and Ten were the only ones at the hotel for a while that night.

Sungchan and Kun had stayed behind at 119, and you decided to watch the large TV in the living room for the time being. You were half listening to the TV, half glancing out at the window behind the TV, taking in the night sky in the comfort of your PJs. There was a shift on the couch, and you looked over to see Ten, frowning at the screen.

“Why are you watching the news?” he judged, crossing his legs on the couch to get comfortable.

You shrugged, “I guess I just wanted to see what goes on around here.”

“It’s Titan, it’s like, the lamest place in the solar system.”

“Mercury was pretty lame,” you countered. The news channel was a local one, discussing fun activities occurring in the area over the upcoming weekend- simple. You loved it.

“Oh please,” Ten leaned forward, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. “Titan does have one good thing I’ll admit,” he flipped through a few channels before settling on a grainy film, “this channel only runs on this planet due to some weird copyright law. It’s all the old movies and shows from earth that managed to survive time.”

Your eyes focused on the screen, listening to the over exaggerated voices, the awkward laugh track, and the fascinating dynamic between the wife character and her husband.

“How did you even find this?” you asked, settling in on the couch now.

“Yuta talks about it all the time, he’s from Jikanopolis,” Ten answered before laughing along with the cheesy punchline. 

You had been tempted to call the fox-man several times since getting his phone number, but each time you began to write the number out on your phone, you’d panic and clear it out. You tried and failed to get the feeling of his lips on yours out of your mind to no avail.

Titan. Maybe you could start the conversation about his home? You frowned at yourself, feeling embarrassed about your overthinking.

“What? You don’t like I love Lucy?” Ten snapped.

“Huh?”

“This show, you don’t like this show.”

“I wasn’t paying attention,” you admitted.

Ten then chuckled, “I mentioned Yuta and you immediately zoned out.”

You scoffed, “I’m just tired- your organization has horrible management when it comes to its paperwork.”

Ten was about to reply back with something witty before the hotel door opened. You two turned around on the couch, watching a chuckling, close-eyed Sungchan leaning on an annoyed Kun.

“Ten, help,” Kun grunted, struggling to handle the taller man who was muttering incoherently. Kun set his hand on Sungchan’s horns that were blocking his vision, pushing the young man’s head to lean forward instead of on Kun’s own shoulder, squishing Kun’s swan wings in the process.

“Mmm…Mhhh,” Sungchan muttered, his eyes struggling to open. “More… beer.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure buddy,” Ten sighed, leaping over the back of the couch to help Kun guide their boss into his room. “How did you manage to be the one to lead us again?”

“Kick… Kicked his ass,” Sungchan giggled, smiling an infectious smile that made even Kun’s lips twitch.

“Sure, man. Let’s get you to bed,” Kun and Ten started through the foyer, half carrying, half guiding him to his room. 

Besides some small shuffling, you didn’t hear much else as the duo got Sungchan into his bed. In the moment that they were in Sungchan’s room,you quietly moved into your own room, shutting the door silently as you did.

As tired as you were from interplanetary travel, you found yourself sitting in front of the floor to ceiling window in your room, staring out at the night sky again. The stars twinkled brighter here. The planet felt more complete than any of the other ones you visited. Even though in the sky you would catch glimpses of other ships, it never bothered you to see them like they would on Mars.

You felt like you were in a daze as you stared at the stars and the passing ships. Drunk by the soft sky and dazzling flecks of light. 

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” his softened voice surprised you. You stood up quickly, stunned to see Sungchan looking at you solemnly, his gaze illuminated solely by the light bouncing off of Saturn onto the planet.

“I thought you’d be sleeping,” you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady. Sungchan had shut and locked your bedroom door when he entered, this much you could tell from where you stood. He had his blazer slung over his shoulder and wings, his hooded eyes watching you closely. “What are you doing here?”

“I missed you,” he pouted, tossing the blazer onto your bed.

You glared at the loose garment before looking back, “you should get back to sleep.”

Sungchan burped before he replied, “dance with me.”

“Wha-?” Before you could properly be confused, Sungchan closed the small steps between the two of you, wrapping you in his embrace and moving to guide you. “Let go of me,” you sighed, trying to push off of his chest.

“Humor me,” he whispered, resting a hand on the top of your head. You hesitated, before moving your arms awkwardly to your side, allowing Sungchan to sway your stiff body side to side. You inhaled carefully, afraid of moving too much and Sungchan retaliating in some way. Instead, the stupor you felt while staring at the night sky seemed to return in full force, as his ambrosial scent filled your lungs. 

You had been so close to Sungchan that you noticed his smell, but as you instinctually wrapped your arms around him (stopping at his wings) you found yourself enraptured in thoughts of him. Imagining you and Sungchan running through fields like the ones in your dream, sitting in libraries and sharing wistful gazes, wrapped endlessly in each other's arms.

You tilted your head upwards at Sungchan in an odd attempt to stifle the sudden yearning that flooded your system. His eyes were half shut, a sad smirk on his face.

“Dance with me,” he repeated, his voice now hardly above a whisper.

“There’s no music, and I have two left feet,” your voice surprised you. You were staring so deeply into the young man’s eyes, it was a wonder to you that you even managed to utter any coherent sounds, let alone an actual response.

“You’ll be just fine,” and with that, he swiftly laced his fingers through your own, guiding you. “This is a waltz,” he explained. It was strange, at his note, you found yourself almost perfectly matching his footing and hand coordination.

You chuckled at the absurdity, “I guess I’m a natural.”

“You always were,” he sighed, spinning you quickly before you faced each other again. The silent song that only Sungchan seemed to hear was enchanting to you, as you stared up at the tipsy man and matched his movements.

“You haven’t known me for long,” you pointed.

“I’ve known you for much, much longer than you think,” he continued leading the dance despite his eyes training so intently on you. 

Sungchan had stopped the dance, holding you tightly to him in a suffocating hug. Again, your brain went to different fantasies with Sungchan, each more surreal than the last: the two of you on earth at a bar, the two of you on earth riding bikes, the two of you on earth riding horses. You buried your nose in his shirt, earning a chuckle from him as you tried to get to the root of these invasive fantasies.

“You’d think you were the tipsy one,” Sungchan’s voice vibrated through his chest and against your face. His hand brushed against your neck, sending a chill down your spine as his fingers then trailed along your jaw, moving to tilt your chin upwards to meet his gaze. “What’s on your mind?”

Am I drunk? What the hell is wrong with me? Your brain was fighting itself as you stared up at the young syndicate leader. You had felt nearly nothing but contempt and fear of him, yet, despite him waltzing into your room announced, you felt hypnotized by just the thought of him. Being near him now, you felt your knees shake as his thumb grazed your bottom lip.

“I should leave,” he muttered, although he made no moves to do so.

Shamefully, you knew how he must see you in this moment- vulnerable, wide-eyed- and you relished in this. Sungchan had been doting on you without reason since the first time you met him, and now, in the silence in the penthouse on Titan, you saw briefly what everyone else actively saw- the head of a crime organization looking down at his prey.

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, and raised your own hand to hold up the one he had under your chin. His thumb stopped its circular motions of your bottom lip, and Sungchan stared with open eyes as you slowly parted your lips, sinking his thumb into your mouth and onto your tongue.

Even in the dim lighting you watched his pupils dilate, his entire body tense in surprise as your tongue swirled his thumb in your mouth.

“What are you doing to me?” He didn't seem to expect an answer, rather choosing to watch you with great intrigue as you released his thumb, moving to then insert his pointer and middle digits into your mouth instead. 

Taking in Sungchan’s euphoric aroma was one thing, but it was another to have a piece of him dancing on your tongue. He had stopped passively letting you maneuver as he did before, and had his fingers instead grace themselves however he saw fit in your mouth, pulling them out slowly afterwards in awe.

Sungchan brought his fingers back to his own lips, his eyes meeting yours as his other arm tightened its grip on your waist, keeping you as close as possible to him as he took in every bit of your saliva from his fingers to blend with his.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed,” he whispered, his now drenched fingers moving to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

You motioned to speak, before Sungchan’s eyes shut, his entire body slumping over your shoulder. You let out a small yelp, realizing that the literal head of the syndicate seemed to just… pass out on your shoulder. 

The heat on your cheeks and between your legs made you let out a frustrated groan as you struggled to move the man off of you. He was tall, firm, and was fully putting his entire weight on your body. 

“Shit!” you muttered, crumbling to the floor with the man on top of you, snoring loudly as his wings acted as a makeshift cage around your body. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you whispered.

You poked at the man's cheek in an attempt to wake him, only making him cuddle into your crushed figure as he muttered nonsense. 

“Terra… I’ll let you go… Terra.”

*****

It was 1999, and Sungchan pounded another vodka shot. He had been invited to yet another New Years Eve Party, and after having to endure hundreds of them in different mortal bodies, he had gotten tired of them. The only good thing about being twenty-two yet again, was that he still hadn’t grown a proper tolerance to alcohol. When you were all originally cursed, it was stipulated that he would be the only one to retain all of his memories, making sure that even when he was reborn, his infant brain would still remember who he truly was, and further torture him with the mind of a God, in the body of a useless mortal body.

It was 1999, and the humans around him at this shitty house were partying like it was the end of the world. Venus slung his arm over Sungchan’s shoulder, howling with joy at the sight of the younger man’s two empty vodka shots in his hands.

“It was just vodka, Johnny,” Sungchan sighed, waiting patiently to feel the familiar buzz. He still hadn’t encountered you in this lifetime, and while he was overjoyed to know that you were still alive (that this curse could be broken), he wasn’t holding his breath. So, he drank.

“Remember when a sip of beer had you on your ass? Little Bambi is all grown up!” Johnny fake cried, earning the attention of their nearby fraternity brother. Sungchan had joined a few in different lifetimes, and he figured he’d collect as many collegiate letters as possible- like a fun game for his miserable existence.

“Uh uh! He’s not a freshman anymore- can’t call him Bambi!” Pluto slurred, earning a laugh from Johnny.

“I don’t mind being called Bambi,” Sungchan sighed, glancing over his shoulder once a round of hollers were heard from the party crowd behind them. The party was at the fraternity house and the trio stood near the foyer, so Sungchan was staring up in awe as he saw you on the stairs making out with Mars. “Oh my Gods.”

Yuta furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and craned his own neck upwards to chuckle, “oh yeah, that Jaemin’s ‘best friend’.”

“I knew they’d fuck eventually,” Johnny took another sip of his drink, “he kept swearing they were just childhood pals but.. I mean- that tension is insane.”

Sungchan was staring up at you two without any shame, his mouth hanging open as he fought every urge to rip Jaemin off of you and whisk you away.

“You’re gonna catch flies,” Yuta teased before manually shutting Sungchan’s jaw. Sungchan sent a glare to Yuta, earning a collected laugh from the pair. 

For the rest of the party, Sungchan hovered nearby, forcing casual conversation with other fraternity members or party goers around him to not look suspicious, and hoping that Jaemin would leave you alone long enough for Sungchan to speak to you… just once. 

You could break the curse this time. He knew it. You just needed a push.

“... have to grab something,” Sungchan’s ears perked up at Jaemin telling you this. He couldn’t hear your reply over the blasting music, but he could hear your small voice whine. Sungchan covered his mouth, fighting the small smile he found wanting to cross his lips- you were just so cute. From the corner of his eye, Jaemin passed Sungchan, and he quickly took this as his cue to pass through the string of people blocking his path in the hallway, landing directly in front of this new version of you. Before you could respond, Sungchan handed you a soda can of your favorite soda.

“Uh… thank you? How did you even guess that this was my favorite soda?” you cautiously took the drink from his hands, leaning against the wall as you popped the can open.

“Lucky guess. So, what guy left you alone here?” Sungchan knew better than to tell you that he knew everything about you- your favorite drinks, your favorite flowers, the type of books you liked to read, your favorite places to be touched. He’s tried that before- and it never went well.

“Jaemin- but he’s gonna be right back,” you added quickly, your lip tugging in the way it did when you were unsure about something.

“That’s a shame.”

“How so?” you were curious, furrowing your brow as you sipped on the soda that had gotten warm from Sungchan hanging onto it for so long.

“Well, if it were me, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

You scoffed, but he caught the small blush forming on your ears. “You’re Sungchan, right?”

This caught Sungchan off guard. While he had known Jaemin for about two years now, he had never encountered you- this he would remember.

“I… I’ve seen you in Jaemin’s frat yearbooks,” you seemed embarrassed, and if Sungchan wasn’t holding back he would pinch your cheeks and hold you closely to him. Instead he cleared his throat and looked away, catching Jaemin’s head at the end of the hallway and struggling to maneuver through the throng of people.

“I have a yearbook from the 50s- do you wanna see it?” Sungchan took your small nod as a yes, and gently took your hand, guiding you down the hall and to his bedroom. It was a generally small space and didn’t have much in it beyond stacks of books and a neatly made full sized bed.

“This is the cleanest guys room I’ve ever seen,” you giggled, standing in front of the shut door as the music from downstairs was now muffled.

“I’m not a huge fan of messes,” Sungchan untucked the yearbook from his shelf, sitting on his bed to open it up. He glanced up at you, watching you hesitate. “You can stay standing, but I’m not gonna touch you or anything you don’t want.”

This seemed to quell your nerves as you sat next Sungchan, the bed creaking slightly at the new weight. He quietly flipped through the yearbook, and landed on the page he thought you’d like.

“Gosh those football uniforms were so terrible,” you giggled, leaning so closely to Sungchan that he stopped breathing. He could feel your breath fanning over his arm, your heat radiating off of you, and his mind nearly started spinning. Your hand then brushed over his as you turned the page over, gushing over the sweethearts page.

“I bet most of these people's kids are in this frat now,” you noted, your fingers tracing the hearts over the page.

“I think Jaemin’s one of them,” Sungchan noted, looking up to meet your gaze. This seemed to strike something in you, and you pressed your lips tightly together. Sungchan tilted his head, “did I say something wrong?”

“No… No. Um- did you see us…” your voice trailed off, looking away from Sungchan as you tried to piece something together.

“You guys making out for everyone to see? Yeah,” Sungchan chuckled despite the fire this caused in his chest. You scratched the back of your neck, sighing as if you were defeated.

“Can I… tell you something?” You asked, and Sungchan nodded, closing the yearbook. “I know you don’t know me-,” Sungchan held back a snort, “but… I've wanted to kiss Jaemin for years but… it didn’t feel as right as I hoped it would.”

Sungchan whistled, knowing that this was a very heavy topic to you. “That sounds rough. Maybe you should kiss someone else and compare?” Sungchan made sure it sounded like a joke, and you giggled, slightly punching his arm.

“All of you guys have been telling us to get together for years, so I doubt anyone here would-.”

“I would,” Sungchan cut you off, this took you aback, and you both looked towards the door as the music was cut off. “They’re probably gonna start the countdown soon,” he slid the yearbook under his bed, intending to stand up then until you grabbed his wrist.

“... have we met before?”

Sungchan froze, and sputtered out, “not in this lifetime.”

You laughed then, Sungchan’s favorite sound he mentally noted as he admired you.

“Kiss me,” this boldness surprised Sungchan, and while he didn’t smell any alcohol on  your breath he still asked. “Gosh, just be a normal frat guy and kiss me,” you taunted, hooking your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. 

Sungchan wrapped his arms around you, laying you down on his bed and earning a small gasp from your lips. You were addictive, Sungchan’s head was swimming as he swiped his tongue into your mouth, taking him deeper into full ecstasy as he tasted more of you. 

He knew this feeling. He knows it too well. He couldn’t stand it- he could fight it.

Your hands trailed from his face slowly moving past his chest and moving towards his waistband. This woke Sungchan up, and he jumped off you, accidentally rolling off of his own bed and landing on his back.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” you moved to the edge of the bed, worry striking your features as you studied Sungchan’s dazed expression. Sungchan swallowed deeply, looking up at you as the same feeling that took your life over and over again began to cloud his judgment.

“Kill me,” his voice was so quiet that you didn’t even hear him.

“Come again?” you asked, leaning closer to the edge of the bed. 

Sungchan leaned himself up on his elbows and your noses brushed against each other before he repeated, “kill. Me.”

You laughed, thinking he was making some weird joke.

“Falling off a bed is embarrassing but not enough for you to die over it,” you chuckled, reaching out and lightly tapping his shoulder. You glanced back at the door, sighing, “we should probably go and join for the countdown.”

Darkness. Sungchan’s senses all vanished again, the same way it had all these past times. He was trapped, truly, for whoever knows how long. He was in the darkness.

His sense of touch came back first and he immediately recoiled, his hands coated in something warm, his knees to the ground. There was a burning along his arms and neck, and he knew they were scratch marks. Then, his sense of smell returned, the reek of blood swarming and overwhelming his senses along with the saltiness of the tears streaming down his face. His hearing followed then, the silence in the room and the countdown starting from ten downstairs already confirming what his vision did shortly thereafter.

Your body had been yanked down from the bed, and your throat sliced by Sungchan’s broken lamp shards. Sungchan sobbed quietly, lifting your dead body to his chest in agony at having to see you dead, again, in his arms, by his own hands.

CHAPTER FOUR: SLEEPING BEAST

Taglist! @nini0620 @maleegayuh @projectxdemons @deakyspuff

[amethiosspouse]

an ungodly amount of grusha x maki rambles (+ maki x rika rambles) cuz its 12am in the morning (bear with me this post is chaotic and so many things are in brackets)

their ship name is poisonpear (maki specialises is poison type pokemon and grusha's name is pear in russian)

the two live in this cabin thingy??i forgot the name...chalet or something>?? (pls correct me) and their house is like at the peak of glaseado mountain

honestly i have no idea how the two met

there's a frozen lake behind their house and every now and then, the two would ice skate ther

grusha knits lil sweaters for maki and their pokemon

maki has this habit of pulling down grusha's scarf and kissing him

they also doodle on grusha's arm/hands a lot

grusha teaches maki swear words from his native language and maki does the same

the two throw snowballs at skiers (i love the headcanon that grusha throws snowballs at skiers)

I REMEMBER HOW THEY MET NOW

ok, so this is gonna take a while to explain but basically...

it was during a party, Maki was dragged along by Ryme and Iono saying that they need to interact with people more

sometime during the party (when everybody was drunk), Maki was getting ready to leave when they saw Grusha

They thought that this was the perfect opportunity to make a new friend and there, thats how they met

ok so, my homosexual ass can't choose who maki should be shipped with so here's maki x rika content:

their ship name is spiceprincess (apparently rika's JP name is chili and thats a spice idk and maki - despite being mistreated in their childhood, was often called a princess. rika may or may not call maki princess as a form of endearment)

rika sometimes uses maki as an arm rest (she's like 5'10?? idk and maki's 5'5 ish)

honestly, this ship is angstier than poisonpear

rika is well aware that she has competition w grusha and she knows damn well she doesnt stand a chance

she knows that maki will always choose grusha over her and she tries to express her love for maki as much as she can via "platonic" flirting and whatnot

maki on the other hand, thinks that rika is just flirting with them for the hell of it and there's nothing deep behind it.

ENOUGH ANGST, TIME FOR FLUFF

maki crochets a bunch of clodsire/wooper plushies for rika and her room has an entire corner dedicated to all the clodsire + wooper plushies maki made for her

during that one party where maki met grusha, they also met rika there

after performing a short song on stage with Ryme, Maki's personality ig sparked rika's curiosity and she basically went up to maki and just started complimenting them

maki and rika often swap their glasses around with eachothers

they also have this habit of grabbing rika by the tie and pulling her in for a kiss

everytime maki does this however, they always end up getting kabedoned by rika :3

wow, that was a long infodump

(i fr started typing this up as 12am and it's now 1am idk why it took me this long)

idc if maki is gnc and rika calls them princess >:( /lh

[timingmatters]

The colored panels are so fucking pretty please

Chap 51 is gonna be the start of my fave arc i just know it

Edit: I WAS RIGHT THIS ARC IS GONNA BE MY FAVE OMG SPOILERS AHEAD BUT HERE ARE THINGS IM SO EXCITED FOR:

- Mika has realized something is off with Mitsumi and Shima. I have always hoped that when she finds out what went down she becomes overprotective of mitsumi. Ik Shima doesn’t deserve hate at all, but i kinda hope mika goes from her beginnings of putting shima in a pedestal, to giving him some harsh words because she KNOWS and WANTS better for mitsumi and has her back. Idk at least be there for her and a little mad at shima dhhdhd.

- Mitsumi has been avoiding Shima. Which is completely fair and honestly a catalyst for how Shima has been feeling lately and misses her. BUT I think him witnessing the fight with her sister might make them open up to each other. And tbh Mitsumi has only opened up to our Uiji boy (my god ik thats not his name i already forgot im so sorry its my boy with glasses im so sorry son). She hasn’t opened up as much about her struggles as she did with him. So i think it would be good for her to take that step with shima and really open up about her family. And in turn, Shima can also share a vulnerable side to him and actually speak about his struggles and past at least a little with her. He hasn’t done it at all and i think its such a good opportunity for their relationship to reach a new level by really opening up to each other!!

- nao-chan’s first time back since years ago (probably maybe the beginning of her transition?). I want a chapter entirely focus on her and her family relationships as well as maybe just her going around town. She’s making such a brave fucking step because in a small town everyone knew her in the past as well as the family, SHE’S SO BRAVE I LOVE HER. I hope we see her having a conversation with her siblings too. A personal conversation away from the kids.

- Mitsumi’s sister clearly likes Shima lmao. I hope Shima kinda gets uncomfortable enough and chooses ti stick even closer to Mitsumi unconsciously, which wouldn’t be weird to anyone bc they have been that one since day 1 lmao.

- EVERYONE MEETING FUMI

- can you imagine if fumi just assumes makoto and yuzuki are already dating. Idk i want them to become canon so bad COMMON GIVE THEM A SCENE UNDER THE STARS. A LITTLE KISS MAYBE. A MOMENT. SOME CONFUSION AND REALIZATION. LETS MAKE THEM CANON COMMON PEOPLE!!!!!

- lastly if mitsumi and shina do have a conversation about their families or struggles and stop avoiding each other (rather mitsumi stops avoiding him lmao). I would LOVEEE to see her family and fumi’s reaction to how close shima and her usually are and how they always go together. Because so far her friends are picking up that something is off because they ARENT as close as they usually are, but if they solve it the family will not only see how close they are, but how normal and usual their closeness is to everyone else lmao.

- also omg if shima meets her other male friends whom she has always been close to because she grew up with them, will he be jealous?? Ik is immature of me but i do want the shima jealous arc IM SORRYYY. And that arc is technically already canon bc if the rumors of Mitsumi dating her friend (im so sorry glasses boy ik is uiji or something like that IM SORRY). So ik shima is already a little self conscious and jealous, but it would be fun to be forced to watch it closely on a vacation with her suddenly being so close to guys he has never seen and knowing that they have ALWAYS been close idk djdjdj. Just a little fun we dont need to be super angsty about it. Just shima a little too uncomfortable knowing that guys are very close to mitsumi YET he isnt at the moment (pls understand this does not mean i want him to be mad at her having close male friends, just him realizing that maybe now that they are not dating and have broken up he kinda is not more special than any of her other male friends bc she is very close to others and realizing that perhaps he does want to be someone special for her)

[purplesurveys]

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1. Who was the last person you forgave? How long did it take you to forgive them? I haven't had to forgive someone in a while; I don't get in much conflict anymore.

2. Is going mushroom hunting in the woods something that would interest you? No. Don't mushrooms like, run the risk of being super deadly? I don't have nearly enough knowledge about them to identify which ones would be safe to touch and such.

3. What is your favorite junk food? How about your favorite health food? Mozzarella sticks, arancini, pork isaw, French fries. Favorite health food...uhhhhh idk do salad wraps count? Haha they're my favorite thing to get these days! Saladstop has this Caesar wrap that I have probably at least once a week at this point.

4. Are you listening to anything right now? Do you normally listen to music while you take surveys? No, I prefer it to be quiet now. Sometimes I do but most of the time I find it really distracting and I end up taking like, double, triple the time I'd otherwise normally take doing surveys.

5. What were you doing the last time you hung out with a friend? It was well over a month ago but I saw my closest friends for a Christmas gift exchanging + dinner. We were supposed to head to a café after to continue talking, but while walking we saw this vapery(?) - idk what to call it, but it's a coffee shop that also sells vapes and allows you to do so inside - and went there instead and chatted it up with the owners since we were the only customers there.

Reena had to leave after an hour and the vapery was closing soon too, so Angela, Hans, and I went to Anj's house so we could TALK SOME MORE. Hahaha. We only see each other, like, quarterly now, so we're usually stuffed to the brim with stories when we have the time to see each other.

6. Is there anything about you that might cause others to dislike you? I tend to choose who I want to talk to, so those I might not approach may find me aloof and uninterested. It's because I am tbh, lol.

7. Is there anything you’re really particular or specific about, anything that has to be done a certain way every time? I'm very particular at work. I like things presented or explained a certain way; and I have the tendency to either overhaul a Powerpoint if I think it's lacking in how it's been made, or chime in for someone if I think they explain something in a way that I think is poorly.

8. Are there any chores you need to get done today? Just get rid of the mug and glass that's been sitting in my room and wash them.

9. Where was the last place you went shopping and what did you buy? I went to Landmark to buy a pastel gown + heels for the 18th birthday party of a family friend that I'm going to later this evening.

10. What was the last big change you made to your physical appearance? Dyeing my hair back to purple a couple of months ago.

11. Are you more likely to shut people out of your life or try to fix things no matter what? I will cut people off.

12. Where was the last place you went out to eat? Is going out something you enjoy or would you rather cook at home? To Red Keep last weekend just for some little me time. I had a spamsilog and a white mocha, which I had while filling in my journal and reading my book.

I like eating out because I can't cook, but I limit it because doing that everyday for every meal is super unsustainable. Plus with me resigning and not having an immediate job replacement, I'm gonna be a bit of a hardass on myself not to spend much until I can find a new source of income.

13. If you have any pets, do they seem to notice when you’re sick or sad? Not really, but it's okay with me. Kimi though is a different story; he liked keeping to himself but he would walk towards me if he can sense that I'm stressed or close to tears.

15. Is anything you’ve done lately going to matter in a year?  Yeah, absolutely.

16. What was the subject of your last phone call? It was a guy dropping off something at the office and needing to be guided STEP BY FUCKING STEP to get there. I don't have problems helping out people with directions, but I've also just never dealt with someone who needed to be told every turn, every stop, every move... and especially over the phone where I wouldn't be able to see where he was standing haha.

17. Are your hobbies something you’d rather do alone or with others? On my own. I don't like going to museums with someone else just cos it makes me super self conscious? Like I can stay 3-4 hours in one museum alone and I'm also not a big talker when I'm immersed, so I might just end up boring a companion to death.

18. Is there anything about yourself that you’re trying to improve? Trying to be gentler towards my teammates as I know everyone is overwhelmed and tired as it is.

19. What are you doing today? I went to the dentist and had a horrible experience because they were 1 hour late to our appointment; got a big order of flavored fries and corndogs to cheer myself up after the grueling wait; took a nap; and now I'm just killing time before I'd need to get up and prep for the debut I'm attending tonight.

20. What did you dream about last night? I can't remember. But in my nap an hour ago I dreamt that we went to Japan, but it was an overnight stay LOL so I spent more time at the airport than I did in the country.

21. When was the last time you visited relatives? Do you see extended family often? It was during the whole Christmas/New Year timeline when we drove out to see different sides of extended family. I'd say these things happen pretty much only during the holidays, but occasionally in the middle of the year when things end up being planned we'd also visit family then.

22. What was the last relaxing thing you did? Last weekend was a major Chef's Kiss weekend. I'm amazed at how peaceful it felt and the calming effect it had on me. Saturday I went to Red Keep where I dined al fresco, wrote in my journal, and read my book until the sun set and I couldn't read anymore. Sunday I spent the afternoon in UP where I sat under a tree and alternated between people-watching and finishing my book as the afternoon rolled on.

23. Will this weekend be better than last weekend? Nothing will top the past weekend, I'm afraid.

24. When was the last time you were there for a friend? Just the last couple of weeks. Angela's morale has been down what with the pressure of studying for the architecture boards, and I've been there to listen but also give advice if she needs it.

25. Do you have any jewelry you almost never take off? At one point it was the necklace Reena gave me, but it started to itch so I've removed it for now.

26. What are some of your favorite words? Poignant, eloquent, vivacious...and indicted and viscount just because I'm fascinated with how they're both pronounced nothing like they're spelled lol.

27. Do you have any journals from when you were younger? If so, do you ever go back and read them? No I think I got rid of them years ago because they were all pretty embarrassing to me and it's not really something I'd want to keep.

28. Are there any holidays you used to celebrate, but no longer do? I no longer observe Christmas for the Christian reason. I'm just here for the food.

29. What was the last occasion for which you dressed up? A family friend's daughter's 18th birthday party, from which I just came home actually.

30. Is there anything you wish you could say to anyone? I wish you could trust me more because today was very telling of how much you don't, and that kind of stung.

[straykits]

i'm sorry but i'm laughing sm at the eye glass deprived thing KKDKDKFFKJF and yep its me!! since i have another blog now for personal stuff i realized it would be better to change the name of the old one to something more fitting.

YES!! it always had been a pet peeve of mine like. you never once fought in your life but all of the sudden you're better than every single soldier (who have been training/fighting their whole life)?? yeah i guess you just special like that lol

and it did like the garden scene!! i think it males a lot of sense that he gets softer as he is alone with y/n!! like he had to keep this strong mask but then they're alone and he's like yep i would like to hold your hand perhaps?? maybe?? whatever 👉🏻👈🏻?? also did you say spoiler 👁️👁️?

and i get you. i particularly feel series are the hardest to write cos you gotta keep it consistent and sometimes thats very hard. but do it on your time and i'm sure it will be great!!

and about coming back... i have some stories i really really liked and always wanted to write but idk. i feel like i don't really know how to post on tumblr anymore (tho i miss it very much, esp the interactions). and idk if i should keep this blog or start a new, fresh one. good things thats what breaks are for kkkdkdkkd but about you, hows your life been?

mage minho??? a softie???? never ... 🥴🥴🥴 and also, i did say spoiler, but i dont want to actually spoil or risk spoilers so ehehe and yes, consistency is so hard vjnsdkvnjdsk like it might not be everyones problem but it sure is one of mine LMAO

hmm whatever you decide to do w ur blog/s and writing, i support you! even if that's choosing not to write. but like. i totally get the not knowing how to post after so long 😭😭😭

but ahh i've been okay, lifes been the same ig DJKSNVKDS kind of dreading going back to uni bc of course it's during my last few days of break that i start doing the things i've been wanting to do HAHA but also yeah just the dread of having new classes and new peers/tutors is vfhjvcns. i miss my old course bc we had the same tutors and same classmates every year (pros of a small cohort, though admittedly thats bc my old course didn't have different majors etc so everyone did the same thing HAHA)

but you!!! how have you been!! last we spoke i think you said you had quite a bit of work as well. i hope that all went smoothly!!

[dracowars]

could i request a slytherin x draco imagine where the reader and draco have been dating for a long time and she’s kind of a bitch like draco but she also doesn’t believe in blood supremacy so people are just scared of her they don’t not like her but anyways she and draco do share same feelings towards potter and stuff like that so what if draco crossed the line with potter or the trio and ron and harry get super upset but the reader feels bad and goes up to hermoine after class and apologizes because she know draco didn’t mean it to go that far but he’s stubborn and she feels better about the situation but the next morning ron confesses that he had the twins help of putting something in draco’s glass for breakfast but in actuality it was the readers cup and they see the reader drink it and they freak out because ron said that it was a smaller dose of draught of the living death where they could get sick and fall asleep for a long time and hermoine freaks out because she says that the reader apologizes and throughout the day the reader feels super ill and draco is tries taking care of her until that night where she goes to sleep and pansy her roommate and bff (we love pansy) can’t wake her up and she runs to the great hall and tells draco and the trio feels guilty until the twins get an antidote and it ends in fluff? i’m sorry it’s so long idk how else to explain it 😥

unforgivable | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: where y/n gets poisoned due to draco's behavior

a/n: finally, i'm back!!! my hand still hurts, but i managed to write this on my laptop so it did not hurt that much while writing. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: angst, use of unforgivable spell, cursing, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

„Only those who really want to inflict torture on their victim and have sadistic pleasure in seeing them suffer, can create the right magical energy for a successful torture curse”, Professor Snape, your teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, repeats to the entire class, strutting around in front of the blackboard that is only filled with three words. Slowly getting bored, you lean back in your chair and look at the ceiling, which seems far more interesting than the repetition of the three unforgivable curses right now.

Your gaze wanders over the numerous cracks in the ceiling above you until you completely block out Professor Snape’s voice. As soon as you direct your eyes a little further to the left, you stare at your beautiful boyfriend, whose side profile is illuminated by the shining sun. Smiling to yourself, you move closer to him to gently place your hand on top of his, hoping to draw his attention to you.

But without success.

Draco does not move an inch, his gaze intently focused on the front of the classroom while he is listening to the lesson, not even stopping when you finally lay your head on his shoulder and sigh softly.

Since your beloved boyfriend obviously does not want to give you the attention you deserve, you look for something else to do to cure your boredom. Annoying Harry Potter and Ron Weasley seems like a good decision for you. It does not take you long to toss small, rolled up balls of paper against the back of their heads, careful to only throw it across the room when Snape turns his back to the class. Rolling their eyes, they turn to you in annoyance, but you just give them a malicious smile before they try to focus again.

Just like Draco, you despise Harry Potter profoundly. There has never been a real reason for your hatred, but sometimes you meet people in your life that you just can’t get along with. This similarity of Draco and you only bonded you together even more.

You were never very popular at Hogwarts anyway, neither with your classmates nor with the teachers. But you do not care. In fact, you even enjoy it when you walk through the corridors and the first years move aside in fear immediately. If Draco is with you, they even turn around and take a different path. And because the few people you actually do get along with are always by your side, you do not mind having a certain reputation at this school.

“You will write a twenty-page essay about the unforgivable curses until next week”, Professor Snape finishes the lesson and you excitedly jump out of your seat right away, collecting your stuff. Since your hand was still connected to Draco’s, you pulled him along.

“Someone seems to have a strong interest in these curses”, you giggle when you see his almost annoyed expression due to the ending of the lesson.

“And what if it does?”, he rolls his eyes at you and you wait until he has stowed all his things in his bag before you go out into the hallway together. Almost like a reflex, you intertwine your hands as you walk down the corridors of Hogwarts.

On your way to the Great Hall to get something to eat, you walk across the courtyard when you suddenly notice the Golden Trio, as they are called, sitting on one of the benches out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, they are already standing in front of you.

“Sorry, but you are covering the sun”, you mention snippily and raise an eyebrow, waiting for them to clear the way.

“What was that about earlier, Y/N?”, Ron angrily asks you and you just shrug your shoulders ignorantly.

“Do not make a scene now, Weaselbee”, Draco interferes, obviously annoyed.

“Oh, it is you, Malfoy! I did not recognize you anymore, now that you have suddenly become so meek since your father is in Azkaban”, Harry mocks and you feel the situation slowly escalating. “How does he like his new home?”

If looks could kill, you are sure all three of them would be dead on the spot.

“At least I still have parents, Scarhead”, Draco fires back through gritted teeth and his grip on your hand becomes tighter.

“Depulso!”

As soon as these words come out of Harry’s mouth, Draco is pushed back through the air, his back hitting the brick wall. In shock, you look after him, your legs unable to move. The arguments between you and them happened countless times, but no one has ever raised their wand.

“Harry!”, you hear Hermione scold him, but too late. The anger is clearly written upon Draco’s face as he slowly straightens his posture. Reaching for his wand in a flash, the next few seconds pass in slow motion.

“Cruci-“

“Expelliarmus!”, you quickly interrupt when you realize what Draco was about to say, and his wand flies through the air, landing right in front of your feet. An uncomfortable silence spreads and even Draco does not seem to understand what he was about to do.

“You have totally gone crazy!”, Ron is the first so speak up and angrily stomps towards your still stunned boyfriend, but you quickly stand between them, protecting Draco.

“Ron, stop it”, Hermione talks him out of doing anything stupid until he finally gives in and lets her pull him away. With an disparaging look, the three of them disappear into the next corridor.

“Are you actually crazy!?”, you turn to Draco, who immediately lowers his head, obviously understanding that his actions were wrong. “These curses are called unforgivable for a reason, Draco! I thought you listened to Snape today, damn it!”

“I-I am sorry”, he manages to say, lifting his head to look at you, trying to show you that he is serious. “But you hate them too!”

“And yet I would never harm them physically!”, you reply irritably and shove his wand back into his hand. You then turn away, shaking your head.

“I apologized! Wait, babe-“

“No, Draco. You went too far this time”, you interrupt him and pull your wrist out of his grip. With these words you leave him alone and make your way into the filled Great Hall. Once you arrive inside, you feel the burning and piercing looks of the whole Gryffindor table on you, but you choose to ignore them and walk straight up to their table. Contrary to what you expected, their conversations suddenly fall silent when you walk up to Hermione.

“Can we talk for a moment?”, you ask her with no emotion in your voice or face, but your eyes are almost begging her, and your heart is leaping. After exchanging a few glances with the Weasley twins and their little sister, Hermione nods in agreement and follows you out of the Great Hall into the silence of the corridors.

“What is it?”, she sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

“I wanted to apologize for Draco’s behavior. He really did not mean it, you have to believe me. Draco can be so incredibly stubborn sometimes, but he would never want to harm any of you”, you rant to her while she listens closely.

“First of all, I am not the one you should apologize to, and most importantly, you should not be the one to apologize”, Hermione replies, rubbing her fingers against her temple. “We both know what happens to wizards who cast one of these curse-“

“Shh!” you interrupt her and quickly cover her mouth, suppressing her words. “I know. But- Well I-“

“I accept your apology, Y/N. After all, Harry and Ron were not entirely innocent either”, she explains to you and for a brief moment you see a small smile cross her lips. Right now, you would love to hug her.

“Thank you”, you say from the bottom of your heart. Sometimes it can actually be helpful to approach things with a little kindness.

“I am also sorry about what happened. Let us just forget about it”, she suggests, and you agree without hesitation.

And Hermione really is just as sorry as you are. Especially when Ron tells her about his nasty plan at breakfast the next morning. Hermione did not get around to tell them about your apology yet, which is why Ron still wants revenge. With the help of Fred and George, he prepared a small potion of Draught of the Living Death and gave it into Draco’s glass. But when Hermione finds out about it, it is already too late.

She can only helplessly watch as you suddenly ingest the toxic mixture instead of Draco.

You, on the other hand, did not even notice that there is something strange about your drink and continue to talk with Pansy, while still giving Draco the cold shoulder. Of course, he has apologized a thousand times, but if you do not punish him in some way, he will never learn from it.

Nevertheless, you are quite glad that he does not leave your side for the whole day, because when you feel lightheaded all of a sudden and shortly afterwards pass out, he is by your side immediately, catching you.

“Babe, can you hear me?!”, Draco basically yells in your face before gently patting your cheek, causing you to open your eyes again. Confused and disoriented, you look around, not remembering what happened.

“What- What happened?”, you ask limp, almost not able to get your teeth apart to speak while your eyes keep feeling extremely heavy.

“You passed out”, he explains as he is already heaving you into his strong arms. “I will take you to your room, you have to rest.”

Carefully, he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed and covers your body with the blanket, completely wrapping you up before he sits on the edge of the bed and closely watches you. You weakly reach for his hand and run your thumb over the back of his hand before a quiet ‘thank you’ leaves your lips, drifting into a deep sleep.

After Draco lingers by your side for several hours silently, inwardly dying of worry, Pansy finally compels him to go to the Great Hall for dinner and then catch up on some sleep himself while she takes care of you. Only when she promises, does he consent and leave your room.

It is already late in the evening when Pansy goes to bed after finishing her homework while keeping an eye on you the whole time. Just as she is about to make herself comfortable, she notices that your chest is no longer moving up and down regularly as it was a few minutes ago.

You do not breathe anymore.

“Y/N!”, Pansy yells and runs to your side, placing her hands on your shoulders to shake you awake. “Wake up, wake up! Damn it!”

No matter how long she shakes your body, you will not wake up even when she slaps you lightly. You do not move an inch and your face looks as pale as that of a corpse. As if you were already lingering among the dead. As if you were in a deathlike slumber. If you had not suddenly started breathing again, Pansy would really have believed that you were gone.

Thereupon, she loses no more time and sprints out of the room, almost falling down the stairs on the way to the Great Hall. Because it is already so late in the evening, there are only a few students sitting at the tables, looking at her in shock when she rushes inside.

“Draco! It is Y/N! You- She just won’t wake up”, Pansy calls out across the hall and hurries over to the Slytherin table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch what is happening with a sense of guilt from the other side.

Before Draco can follow Pansy to the common room, Hermione blocks his way, along with Harry and Ron, briefly stopping him, causing Draco to get angry right away.

“Get out of the way! I do not have time for-“

“Listen, Malfoy! She drank Draught of the Living Death, that is why she does not wake up”, Harry interrupts him and Draco’s eyes widen in an instant.

“What?!”

“Originally, it was meant for you! As revenge”, Ron admits, hiding himself behind Hermione, just in case.

“Are you stupid?!”, Draco hisses and takes a dangerous step towards Ron, but before the situation can escalate again, Hermione intervenes.

“Now is not the time! Fred and George created the potion so they will be able to make the antidote as well. We just need a little more time”, Hermione negotiates and Draco reluctantly agrees before they part ways again and he takes the quickest way back to you.

Staying by your side all night, the tension in his body does not fade and even though his eyes start to slowly feel heavy, he stays awake. He will not let you out of his sight and pays particular attention to your breathing, which initially remains regular. When Hermione joins them in your room, a vessel in her hand, he is finally relieved from his suffering.

“This is Wiggenweld Potion. It reverses the effects of Sleeping Draughts”, she explains and hands Draco the potion. "It is not exactly described how to give it to the victim though I once heard that a prince used it to heal a princess. With a kiss.”

Hermione did not even finish her sentence as you can already feel Draco’s soft lips on yours and within a few seconds, your eyes flutter open. Whatever is just flowing down your throat tastes bitter and you look around confused, looking into blurred faces that seem relieved.

“For Merlin’s sake, you are alive”, Draco breathes out, hugging you tightly, so tight that he almost chokes you. Inhaling his pleasant scent, your exhausted body relaxes, but you still can’t remember anything. After you passed out in the hallway, you felt like you were floating on clouds. You could not hear anymore, could not move and for a brief moment you saw a bright white light in front of you, coming closer and closer.

“What happened?”, your voice comes out muffled as you talk against Draco’s shoulder. He loosens his arms around you and takes both of your hands in his, running his fingers over your delicate palms.

“You were under the influence of the Draught of the Living Death. Ron apparently mixed it into your drink by accident. It was meant for me and- I am so terribly sorry. If I had not been so stupid, then-“

“Then I would still be sleeping now”, you finish his sentence and give him a gentle smile, the tension in his face and body disappearing. Slowly leaning forward, you connect your lips again, this time for a proper kiss. “I am not mad at neither you nor Ron.”

In the corner of your eye, you also see Hermione relax at your words, breathing out deeply.

“Did you at least learn from it?”, you lift an eyebrow and look at Draco expectantly.

“I swear that I will never ever in my life even think about uttering one of those curses again”, he explains honestly and raises his hands in defense. “I was stupid and I will apologize to them.”

“Already done”, Hermione smiles and opens the door, causing Harry and Ron to stumble into the room, Ron looking at you anxiously and with uncertainty.

“Do not worry, Ron. I am fine”, you reassure him, but his gaze still wanders between Draco and you, not sure how to judge the scene.

“How about we agree that we still do not like each other, but that we at least do no more physical harm?”, Draco suggests and after everyone agreed and said goodbye, he is the only one who stays by your side.

“You look tired, babe. You should get some sleep”, you mention and take his face between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.

“You do not seriously think that I will let you sleep alone after all of this, do you?”, he states as he is already making himself comfortable on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him, protecting you from all the evil in the world. In fact, he does, and keeps his word. After this incident there has never been another one.

[skyehigh15]

Fave Sprites in each AA Game: AAI1

(Spoilers for Ace Attorney Investigations 1)

So, this game confuses me. On the one hand, I really enjoy the new gameplay format and third-person movement. It also has some of my favorite character designs. But on the other hand, this is the ugliest Ace Attorney game in the whole series. It's also the weakest in terms of actual plot and cases. And I want you all to know that I have never disliked playing an Ace Attorney case (I enjoy 2-3, 4-3, 6-4, etc) but this is the only Ace Attorney game I would consider bad. First of all, I hate the art style they went for. It's a sort of anime-y style that works well for some characters, but then you have Ernest Amano and Zinc Le Blanc. Well, whatever, we're not here to talk about the negatives (I'll leave that for another time) so let's get into the animations I do enjoy.

(Oh, btw I have other posts on the other games, check them out)

Animation 1:

Kay Faraday. Mhmmm.

As a new character, I kind of don't love her inclusion (I personally think that having Ema be the main assistant would have made much more sense and added a better character dynamic).

But design-wise? She rocks. I love her scarf, and her hair, and her bag, etc. I also really appreciate the new "tiny" sprites that showcase larger actions with the whole character's design being shown. They're cute and chibi and great.

This animation in particular is very punchy (pun intended), and it creates a nice loop. I like how she bounces from side to side before stopping to punch with some nice smears on her jabs.

Final verdict: Kay's writing may not be my cup of tea, but I love how energetic and fun her animations are.

Animation 2:

Another "tiny" sprite and another animation that utilizes smear to showcase a fast action. I think that the reason why smears are so common in this game is because they make the whole animation much easier to read on such a small screen and sprite.

Well, the reason why I chose this animation isn't really thanks to the animation quality, but more so just how fucking cool it is. It's just cool to see Lang calmly catch Franziska's whip seconds before it hits him.

As much as I love Franziska, sometimes it's great to see someone stand up to her while she's acting like a spoiled child.

Animation 3:

We have arrived at my favourite character in AAI; Callisto Yew. She's so great. I love her fairly simplistic design, her carefree attitude towards Edgeworth's dramatic personality, etc. Her laughs are always animated wonderfully. Actually let's move on to the next animation and I'll discuss her a bit more there.

Animation 4:

So, animations 3 and 4 are fairly similar from a conceptual level; it is just Callisto laughing. But they're so amazing because you can almost feel and hear her laughter. In the first one she's cackling loudly and trying to stop herself. In the second animation she's completely out of breath and still letting out a few laughs. Overall her animations are sincere and really charming.

Idk if she's an assassin super spy or whatnot. If she kills me don't blame her: she caught ME slipping.

Animation 5:

I'm SORRY. I'm WEAK and I couldn't HELP IT. I had to put Ema on here and how could I NOT choose the iconic DS sprite (I mean, that's definitely a Nintendo DS, right?). This sprite has a special spot in my heart because my childhood DS, that i still use, is the exact same shade of pink <3

Also I love the small detail of the DS screen being reflected on her glasses, causing that to be one of the few animated things in the whole sprite (the other being her arms and fingers).

Honestly, as much as I dislike most of AAI's art design, the highs are VERY high, and I love Callisto and Ema.

Anyways, next time I'll do AAI2, which I really love a LOT. It's gonna be harder to find animations online, because the website I use only has sprite sheets. If you guys know a good website with a lot of AAI2's animations I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know.

BYE!

[moonlightpeaches]

PLZ do sinbad x reader like he’s flirting with other females n s/o is getting mad/jealous. And s/o flirts with someone to but it’s not on purpose jus thier personality (with like jafar maybe idk u choose ig someone good tho) and sins all jealous 😩. But it ends with like fluff

Oh my gosh YES!!! I wanted to do this so bad as soon as I read your request! God is the Magi fandom small but I love you all! I don’t know if I have the best grasp on Sin’s character, so let me know if you want me to try again with someone else!  I like how it turned out! 

Sinbad x GN Reader

Envy is a Double Edged Blade

-When Sinbad told you there was going to be another party to attend tonight, you didn’t expect it to go on as long as it did!  - it has been many hours and there still isn’t any sign of the party even slowing down.  -honestly it’s impressive 

- the band is in swing, people are drinking, dancing, having fun, 

-but you can’t find Sinbad anywhere 

-like, tf did he go?  -he was with you one moment, smiling and dancing,

-and the next he’s nowhere to be found!  - you sift through the crowd and eventually see Sin surrounded by women... 

- like, it’s not new but o u c h ?????  - he’s so casual about giving all those compliments and the damn flirty touches

-you were honestly just staring for a minute.  -then you decided ‘fuck it’ picked up a glass of alcohol and went to forget about it- (dude n o) 

-Jafar was also looking for his airhead king but found you attempting to drink literally as much alcohol as humanly possible

-he’s c o n c e r n e d

- like, what happened???  -then he sees Sin and curses his entire existence 

-I could see you and Jafar bonding a lot, both when Sin is working for once, and trying to keep this powerful man child in check

-so there’s not many secrets between you two and he’s accustomed to your flirty nature

-you and the king are at least similar like that

-you soon turn to Jafar and immediately like, tackle hug him

-” I am CONFUSION “ - Jafar

-you start complaining about Sinbad and how he’s always surrounded by women

-” Am I not good looking!? Is that it? Do you think I’m (pretty/handsom) Jafar?” You’re almost crying and you sound desperate 

-your both on the floor and Jafar is ready to accept death

-tells you “ Yes, I think you’re very (pretty/handsome) (y/n)...” he’s so tired someone help him

- both of you didn’t notice that your whining had caught the king’s attention 

-he’s watching with slightly narrowed eyes

-I think Sin is a more possessive person, but doesn’t understand why his partner might feel the same way

-he knows he’ll never leave you, he’s worried about the opposite!  - so when he sees you all over his friend and advisor and Jafar is so... casual about it

-it really doesn’t sit right

-he can feel himself getting bitter seeing you squeeze his waist even tighter in your arms

-he’s practically seething by the time Jafar is patting your head

-literally just says “ Please excuse me”  and fucking leaves the rest of those women

-Jafar can actually feel his blood pressure rising when Sin F I N A L L Y approaches

- But he isn’t expecting this menacing aura!  -He quickly just scoots out of the way when Sinbad asks to talk to you alone.  - Sinbad walks you outside and by this time you’re sobering up 

-Sin asks why you were so flirty with Jafar

-You immediately fire back with, “ He’s my friend! And you left me to go flirt with a literal c r o w d of women!” He’s taken aback by the hurt in your voice 

-” So you can’t say anything about being flirty! “ You finished by putting your hands on hips and looking away from him

-after a solid minute of silence Sinbad opens his mouth

-” ... when I saw you being so comfortable with him... I got scared” he almost whispers it, but you hear it loud and clear in the cool air -” I just never want to loose you. So seeing you with him made me livid...” he trails off, now seeing his own hypocrisy.  -how could be be so dense? So stupid as to not even consider his beloveds insecurities? How could he- 

-his thoughts are put to rest immediately when your arms wrap around his neck

- you remark on how you both ended up green with envy, in spite of your matching purple robes

-he smiles and the look of soft happiness on your face is enough to make him forget about everything

-that night you both retreat to the soft quiet of the castle halls, content in yourselves your partner 

-envy is a double edged blade, but it has found its sheath