#i don't hate it or anything it's just not something i think about since i don't wear any

[kikidoul]

☆ ͡ COLD HANDS, COLDER HEART ︶︶ (TEASER)

"Marrying you was never part of my plan—and watching you play hero in an operating room doesn't change a thing."

"You don't have to love me, Sunghoon. But don't stand there and and look at me like I'm beneath you."

synopsis. . .ᐟ Being known as South Korea's talented and skillful neurosurgeon has it's own perks. At the same time, it also has downsides—one of it being forced into an arranged marriage with an infamous and successful CEO: Park Sunghoon. He disliked the idea of being married to someone who loves playing the role of an hero. You disliked the idea of being married to someone who wears an expensive suit, does nothing in his office and laid back. This isn't a happy-go-lucky marriage. No, this is a marriage filled with pride, resentment, cold and harsh words. Can the two of you ever find happiness in this harsh, unfair world you're thrown into?

content . .ᐟ arranged mariage au, CEO! 박성훈, neurosurgeon! fem! reader, heavy angst, hurt with comfort, gender sterotypes, unstable relationship, emotionally constipated sunghoon, arugments, slowburn, fluff if you squint, light smut, plot-focused, happy ending.

word count . .ᐟ tba (estimated to be 20k, i hope)

from hye . .ᐟ this idea struck me like lightning the moment belift dropped the concept pictures. i'm a sucker for arranged marriage and with this pic, you can't blame me for writing one for CEO! Sunghoon. would like to point out that this will have more plot than porn, since i like writing plot, so yeah. comment on this post or send an ask if you wish to be tagged for this fic!

“Look at her, she doesn’t look like she belongs here.” 

“You’re right. I bet she didn’t showered before coming over. I can smell the stench of blood on her. Ugh, let’s get out of here before I puke.” 

Laughter rippled across the dinner table, polished silverware clinking against fine china. You merely sat in silence, the bitter taste of your untouched wine lingering. Across from you, Sunghoon didn’t even glance your way. Not a word. Not a defense. Just silence—the kind that spoke volumes. After all, you were already used to this. Used to your so-called husband not saying anything to defend you. You told yourself to not take their words to heart but as this goes on, you were getting tired. 

Tired of being the laughingstock of the family. Tired of people gossiping and whispering, hands shielding their mouths—not wanting to let you know what they’re talking about. You were foolish back then, thinking your husband would step in to say something, anything but when it was clear he was disinterested in whatever’s happening around him, you gave up. There’s no point in trying to chase after someone who’s insistent on following his morals. 

~ 

“I’ve told you before, didn’t I? You’re only wasting your time and life away, trying to play the hero. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.” 

Smack! 

A series of gasps echoed amongst the observation room. You lowered your left hand, ignoring the stinging pain as you glared at Sunghoon through your teary, puffy eyes. Your husband, on the other hand, dazedly raised his hand, fingers grazing against his now red, sore cheek. You were fully aware of how you’re causing a scene but you didn’t care. At this point, you were mentally and physically exhausted. His harsh, cold and thoughtless words were merely the final straw for you to snap. 

“I fucking hate you, Park Sunghoon. In our married life, you’ve never shown any support. All you did was to judge me, constantly belittling me, looking at me like I’m below you. I’m your wife, for God’s sake! Would it kill you to treat me as an equal!?”

Sunghoon’s eyes widened, something akin to regret flickered across his usual stoic face. “(Name)—” 

You smacked his outstretched hand away, backing away from him. “Forget it. I’m getting a divorce. I can’t do this anymore.” 

~ 

“Dr. (Name)! Your husband—he—he got hit by a car and—” 

Your world turned upside down when you ran out of your office, not listening to the rest of the sentence, only to pause when you see Sunghoon being wheeled to an emergency room—a room where he needs to be operated on now, before it’s too late. You quickly changed to your scrub attire, washing your hands and you could see how you were visibly trembling. You knew you weren’t in the right mind to perform a surgery—a high-risk surgery, to be exact. But you couldn’t back down, not when it’s your husband laying on the operating table. 

“Come on, please please please, don’t die on me,” you muttered. 

I need you here. I need you in my life because as much as I hate you, a small part of me still loves you, even if you don’t feel the same way. 

taglist: @graceyein, @st4rg1rlies, @byshens, @hoonstqr,

[ishiniku]

Well dang, chapter 126 is... something, who could have guessed. sighs 

But I decided as my first post here to just give some opinion on this chapter, wanting to point some things I really got interested.

CHAPTER 126 SPOILERS + some thoughts on it as bonus

Well, thanks for the help unknown-cat, btw what do you mean "And I know what that feels like?" —It sounded so..."I've been through something similar, so I understand how she feels"...— I think we still have a lot to discover about what happened in this timeline.  

And wow, we found out how Sandclock works and it rules: 

You can't just say you're back from the future, and I believe you probably can't say anything related to the Sandclock, or perhaps nothing from the future too. Damn this thing is pulling the wool over your eyes Yashiro. 

You can come back as many time as you wish, but when you come back you only have one chance to change it, because you won't be able to come back again at that moment. You have a short time to change what you want, that is, until the last sand falls. 

Btw, hourglass is such a... Grrrrrr please Aidairo give me a human materialized form of the it to me so I can draw it getting beat up. Nothing good comes out with using it, the hourglass always makes you WANT to change the past, and when you think you got what you wanted, something terrible happens. 

Well it's like it says Nene,

"Again and again.''

Baby Tsukasa jumpscare for y'all...  gurl got possessed, i did know the moment he popped in my screen that Yashiro was doomed.

THIS IS SO SAD MAN. One of their mothers called in their phone...Who would be? I hope it's Kou's mother hah... And it could this be important? I don't know, I think it's more to emphasize that they are human, they have family, they have their own life, they have people caring about them...How nice...They died btw!! 😋 

Imagine your best friend dedicating her last moments trying to help you get out of your trance and giving you a warm, caring, tight hug as a goodbye? Wow Aoinene angst is so tasty!! Aida&iro why you two so good at creating doomed narratives?????

Nene smile at least now your body count is 5!! Please get the joke. (Not that I think you killed 5 people this easily with this little knife, not that I doubt the capabilities of possession, but like... Two normal people, one clockeepers and two exorcists? hardcore, I know octopusamane helped you.) 

..Entity... Good job at being disgusting, this is something this thing doesn't fail at all. (btw where is the trigger warning in this chapter Aida...)/srs

She came back to 103rd anniversary of Kamome Gakuen? She said she panicked, I believe this has led her to a completely random time, or maybe there is something important on this date...

YEAH HELP HER DAMN IT, ITS YOUR FAULT. It's shocking the world, it's heartbreaking, Akane is still alive. 

sorry, I promise I love him, I just have a slight hate-love relationship w/ all the characters of TBHK, frantic coughing  

Now why is Akane here? He is clearly very calm in the situation, "I finally found you" He knew this would happen, I imagine the other Akanes who died are from the their own timelines, but this one... Where is him from? "Our" timeline (can we pretty please call Hanako timeline as "Our") or the original timeline?! Don't know HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. But he was clearly saw the changes Yashiro tried to do, since he was looking for her, but probably when he was finally close to finding her, she used the hourglass. 

This chapter and the next ones to follow literally will give a BIG change/grow in Nene character and probably her relationships too, think about how traumatizing this experience was guys...I'm literally not complaining, just sad.

Plus, they are giving a lot of weight to the entity of the redhouse, the root of the problem; Of course, Tsukasa w/ entity was somehow violent, but this?!?? Guys?... This just proves the fact that Tsukasa somehow stabilized him by idk merging his soul with the monster??? How? Why? How many control does Tsukasa or the Entity has, its 50% or perhaps Tsukasa has more control? We still have many things to be answered. (Honestly I like the theory that Tsukasa merged with the Pit God by eating it, I just don't know how to explain how this would work.) 

One of the bloodiest chapters so far,I wonder if ever we're getting some chapter w/ more gore than this. And honestly Aida&Iro exceeded my expectations. 1000000000000/10. my reaction to the chapter is this image below.

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Thanks for the prompt @carnationsandrobots! Here's a bit of post-canon Nightbutcher:

28. “...I don't hate you.” “...you don’t?”

CW: Character injury

Jenny doesn’t think any of the kids notice; they’re too jubilant after solving what sounds like a long, difficult case involving multiple hellhounds, a demon, and a bunch of Tories. Edwin is switching back and forth between bickering with Crystal and scolding Charles for being reckless. Charles is too busy making cow eyes at both Edwin and Crystal. As usual, Niko is just happy to be there. None of them seem to notice the way the Night Nurse grimaces when Niko brushes by her and sticks to the edge of the room, leaning slightly against the wall.

“We’re going to go out to celebrate,” Crystal tells Jenny, eyes bright. It’s good to see her in her element, even though Jenny still doesn’t think a pair of seventeen year olds should be running around London chasing after hellhounds, demons, and asshole politicians. “Do you want to come?”

Jenny shakes her head. “Some of us have work in the morning.” 

“How about you, Charlie?” Charles calls, one arm thrown over Niko’s shoulders, the other one around Edwin. “You coming?”

The Night Nurse sniffs. “That is not my name, Charles Rowland.”

“Well, you won’t tell me your name, will you? Gotta call you something.”

She doesn’t look like she agrees. “There’s no need to celebrate doing our jobs. We’re professionals.”

“Sure, we are,” he says easily. “Professionals that are taking the night off. Cheers!”

“Just make good choices,” Jenny calls as the kids pile out the door. “Ones that don’t involve demons.”

“No demons, we promise!” Niko beams at her over her shoulder before the door closes behind him, leaving the office suddenly quiet and empty.

The Night Nurse sighs and shakes her head. “They should be working on their bloody reports, not out gallivanting. This is why nothing ever gets done around here.”

“Right.” Jenny goes to retrieve the first aid kit from the drawer the boys keep it in. It annoys her that she spends enough time here that she knows the layout of the office like the back of her hand by now. “Where are you hurt?”

The Night Nurse blinks at her. “I am not hurt. I am an eternal, trans-dimensional—”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned. But you’re an eternal, trans-dimensional being that’s been swallowed by at least one fish, so it’s not like you’re Superman.”

“Who the bloody hell is Superman?”

“Just show me where you’re hurt.”

The Night Nurse rolls her eyes at the ceiling and raises her left arm.

“Jesus Christ,” Jenny says emphatically when she sees the dark bloodstain drenching the side of the Night Nurse’s brown jacket.

“It’s nothing. It will heal.”

“What the fuck happened?”

“The hellhound got in a lucky swipe. Hellish beings are one of the few creatures that can hurt me.”

“What, so you were just going to not say anything to anyone?”

The Night Nurse draws herself up, which would be more impressive if that didn’t make her wince. “There was no need. This won’t kill me.”

“Just take off your fucking jacket, Charlie.”

She expects the Night Nurse to protest, but instead she just sighs and shrugs off her jacket. “I keep telling all of you, my name is not Charlie.”

“Well, then you should tell us your actual name, because trust me, Charlie is the nicest of the things we could call you.” Jenny grimaces when she sees the mess under the Night Nurse’s blazer. The hellhound must have gotten its paw under the blazer; the side of the Night Nurse’s shirt is shredded, the white fabric soaked with blood and sticking to her skin. “Jesus Christ.”

“You keep invoking that name, but I assure you, He has nothing to do with this. That’s an entirely different department.”

As she has with the many, many things in the nearly a year since she found out that ghosts and demons and fucking dandelion sprites exist, Jenny decides not to ask. “Shirt off.”

“That’s not—”

“I promise, I won’t tell any of the other eternal, trans-dimensional beings that you needed a fucking Band Aid.”

With a huff of exasperation, the Night Nurse begins to unbutton her shredded shirt. “You’re a butcher. I don’t see how you’re qualified to give me medical attention.”

Jenny smiles thinly. “Meat is meat.”

Her patient doesn’t seem impressed by that, but Jenny wasn’t expecting her to. Still, the Night Nurse pulls her shirt off. Jenny carefully doesn’t pay attention to the sensible white cotton bra or the swell of freckled cleavage underneath. Mostly because the four gashes slashing from the Night Nurse's hipbone and up her side to nearly her armpit are incredibly distracting. Jenny has never been squeamish—you can’t be in her line of work—but she still winces at the sight.

“You’re lucky those aren't deeper” she tells the Night Nurse.

“If they were, I still would have been fine, because as I said, immortal trans-dimensional being.” The Night Nurse sighs gustily, which does interesting things to her cleavage that Jenny does not take note of. “Proceed, if you must.”

“Thanks,” Jenny says dryly and ducks into the bathroom that adjoins the office—which looks a hell of a lot nicer after a year of Crystal and Niko being a fixture here—and wets a few paper towels. When she returns, she finds the Night Nurse sitting on the desk with the air of a disgruntled cat who’s about to just let the vet close enough to scratch the shit out of them. Her fingers drum impatiently on the desk as Jenny approaches.

“I do hope this won’t take long,” the Night Nurse says as Jenny slips on a pair of latex gloves and begins to gently wipe the drying blood off her skin. “I have work to do.”

“Don’t you always?” Jenny mutters.

“The Lost and Found Department does not run itself.”

“Doesn’t your boss lady, who is actually Niko but old, run the Lost and Found Department?”

“The Principal is second only to Death. She’s far too busy for the likes of the Lost and Found Department.”

And doesn’t that just make Jenny dizzy that Niko is going to grow up to become Death’s second-in-command, but due to time fuckery in the afterlife, she already is. Another thing that Jenny isn’t thinking about, because it makes her want to go hide in the closet that Edwin and Charles are always ducking into to “discuss things.”

“Well, the Lost and Found Department is going to have to survive a night without you.” Jenny can’t feel the Night Nurse’s skin through her gloves, but it looks soft. Freckled too, which is weird. It seems like an eternal trans-dimensional being shouldn’t have something as human as freckles. She has a little scar under her belly button. Jenny wonders where she got it, but doesn’t ask.

The Night Nurse harrumphs.

“You don’t usually go with the kids on cases,” Jenny says.

“I wanted to be close at hand, given that a demon was involved.”

“In case Edwin got dragged to Hell again?”

“Exactly.” The Night Nurse’s lips press into a thin line, like the admission pains her.

That’s the other thing that the kids haven't noticed: that despite all her sighs and scoldings and complaints about being forced to linger on this vile mortal plane, the Night Nurse clearly cares about them. In their defense, the Night Nurse is about as affectionate as the feral cats Jenny used to leave food out for behind the butcher shop back in Port Townsend. She seems only slightly less likely than the cats to scratch your eyes out for getting too close.

“This is going to sting,” Jenny warns her as she pulls an antiseptic wipe out of its packet.

“I’m not human. It’s hardly going to bother—ow.”

Jenny raises an eyebrow at her. “You were saying?”

The Night Nurse huffs, but there’s a hint of a rueful smile around her lips.

“Maybe if you're going to keep taking on hellhounds, you should brush up on some self-defense,” Jenny says as the Night Nurse tightens her grip on the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white.

“My self-defense is that I cannot die.” For the first time, the Night Nurse’s voice carries a tinge of strain.

“A few inches to the right and your guts would have ended up all over the ground, which wouldn’t have felt great, immortal or not.”

“The beast took me off guard.” The Night Nurse grimaces as Jenny moves on to the deepest of the gashes. If she were dealing with a human, Jenny would probably suggest stitches for this one, but she can guess how that would go over.

“But you didn’t tell the kids you were hurt.”

The Night Nurse watches Jenny’s hands work, brow furrowed in concentration. “They were busy dispatching the demon. I did not want to cause a distraction.”

“And afterwards?”

“There was no need for a fuss.”

Jenny snorts.

“What’s so funny?” The Night Nurse asks severely.

“All that complaining about them going out to celebrate, and you didn’t want to worry them.”

“They would not have been worried. Trust me, I am well aware of what you all think of me.” Something flickers in the Night Nurse's expression.

“And what do we think of you?”

“You hate me.”

“I don't hate you."

The Night Nurse actually looks surprised at that. “You don’t?”

“No,” Jenny says. “Do you think I’d be spending my Friday night stopping you from bleeding to death if I did?”

“I cannot bleed to death. And no offense meant, but in the months I’ve known you, the only plans I've ever seen you have are with four teenagers, two of whom are dead. Did you have any other plans for your Friday night?”

Yeah, Jenny really needs to start getting out and meeting new people. Fuck, she hates new people. “And for what it's worth, the kids don’t hate you either.”

“I don’t know about that,” the Night Nurse murmurs, glancing down.

God, why is Jenny always the one stuck giving people pep talks around here? She’s the least qualified person to give a pep talk, except maybe Edwin, whose encouraging speeches always seem to circle back to that time he went to Hell. “Look, I’m not going to lie, you’re kind of a pain in the ass.”

“Thank you for your honesty,” the Night Nurse says dryly.

“I haven’t forgotten about that mind fuck thing you did to me when you were looking for Crystal and the boys.”

“There were extenuating circumstances.”

“The extenuating circumstances were that you wanted to take an innocent kid to Hell, so that isn’t really the defense you think it is.” She seems to have nothing to say to that, so Jenny presses on. “You don’t seem to understand child labor laws, you think everything has to go exactly your way or it’s the end of the fucking world, and look, we get it, you hate earth. You can stop bitching about it now.”

The Night Nurse regards her with narrowed eyes. “I was under the impression you were trying to convince me that you don’t hate me.”

"But I know you're the reason we were able to get Niko back," Jenny says. "And I'm pretty sure you're the reason more demons haven't come after Edwin since he escaped Hell again. And you do look out for them, even if you're determined to make sure everyone knows what a hardship it is for you.”

“I take my responsibilities seriously. I was tasked with looking out for them by the Principal herself. And…” The Night Nurse’s gaze flicks over Jenny. “And not everything about the mortal plane is entirely unpleasant.”

Jenny finds herself lost for words, unable to do anything but stare at the Night Nurse in surprise. Look, she’s out of practice on the whole dating thing—besides Maxine, though she doesn’t like to think about that—but she’s pretty sure the Night Nurse just flirted with her. And Jenny, who is thirty-five years old and not a blushing teenager too hopped up on hormones to think straight, has no idea what to do with that.

She doesn’t think she hates it, though.

Jenny clears her throat and busies herself with grabbing the bandages out of the first aid kit. “I’m just saying, it wouldn’t kill you to stop radiating disdain at all times. Maybe you and the kids would get along better.”

The Night Nurse sniffs. “I’ll take it under advisement.”

They’re quiet as Jenny wraps the bandages around the Night Nurse’s torso. There’s no way to do it without getting close, close enough that the Night Nurse’s hair keeps brushing her cheek. She smells nice, like vanilla. Jenny usually has steady hands—you have to as a butcher, or you’re going to lose a finger, like her dad did towards the end when the drinking got really bad—but she keeps fumbling the bandage, distracted by how close her cheek is to the curve of the Night Nurse’s shoulder.

As soon as she ties off the bandage, Jenny steps back, snapping off the gloves and tossing it in the trash. “Okay, you should be all set. Just try not to get in fights with any more hellhounds, okay? Someone around here has to have some sense of self-preservation.”

The Night Nurse sighs gustily. Jenny continues not to look at her cleavage, but Jesus Christ, they need to find her a shirt that’s not covered in blood. “Thank you, Jenny. I appreciate it.”

“Any time,” Jenny says. “And next time, just say something.”

“There won’t be a next time,” the Night Nurse says. “Like I keep saying, I’m an eternal, trans-dimensional—”

“Pain in the ass,” Jenny grumbles.

The Night Nurse actually laughs at that. Not her usual sardonic bark of laughter, but a real laugh. It’s a nice laugh.

Fuck.

“It’s Asa, by the way,” the Night Nurse says.

Jenny is trying to think around the fact that she’s pretty sure she’s attracted to the most exasperating woman she’s ever met. Who isn’t even a woman, but some kind of immortal being. “What?”

“My name. It’s Asa. Not Charlie.” The Night Nurse—Asa—rolls her eyes. “Don’t tell Charles. He’ll be even more insufferable than he already is.”

Jenny feels her mouth tugging into a smile against her will. “You can buy my silence by going an entire day without complaining about the mortal plane even once.”

“Impossible.”

“You’re an eternal, trans-dimensional being. Pretty sure your whole existence is impossible.”

“Clearly not, since I am sitting right here. Unfortunate, since I do not belong on this—”

“And there you were, about to complain about the mortal plane again, weren’t you?”

Asa opens her mouth, then closes it. She’s cute when she’s befuddled. “You didn’t specify when the day was supposed to start.”

“It started about a minute ago.”

“Well, it is not my fault that there are so many things to complain about. Like those blasted cellular devices the girls are always waving about. All the knowledge in the world at their fingertips, and they waste it watching Tic Tacs and—”

Jenny rolls at the ceiling as Asa launches into her familiar list of complaints. Well, she's always had disastrous taste in women, she supposes. She may as well see where this goes.

***

[gayerthebetter]

I'm seeing so many people ask why Dip and Pip picked "so long, london" with some people even joking it's just for the name and nothing to do with the lyrics, but what if I told you that wasn't true at all (or I don't see it that way anyway lol)

First, if you have never heard the song, now is the time to pop it on and jump into my madness with me. Second thing is if you do know the song and the idea behind writing it for Taylor I want you to forget it lol, we're starting new… kind of.

See this song for both Dan and Taylor is about a break up, only the break up for Dan wasn't a romance one because in his case the break up was between him and us/youtube and how the hiatus had to happen. (now before we keep going, I just want to say that I am not saying Dan hates us or youtube, so plz no jumping to that)

Now let's jump into why that is!

"I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift"

Dan said before that he always knew II was a goodbye, that he was giving us everything he had so he could leave, for him leaving and the freedom to be himself and find out who he really was, something he said he didn't really know, was the fairy lights he could see at the end and was the thing to keep him going.

"I didn't opt in to be your odd man out I founded the club she's heard great things about I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath"

Now we're onto the Youtube part, because of Dan's video we know that Youtube "loved" Dan after he came out and did use him to look good all as they told him they wanted to do all his ideas with him, ideas he said himself other people were wanting to make but that he turned down becuase he loved Youtube and wanted to work with them, ideas that he thought if he just did what they wanted they would help make real, ideas that they would all but ghost him about until they needed the next thing off him.

"I stopped CPR, after all it's no use The spirit was gone, we would never come to And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free"

Dan "stopped CPR" aka he quit youtube, he gave them everything only to see it was never going to happen so he was done with them and went off to start doing the ideas himself, first idea being his tour WAD (i hope for the show so much, i would work for free tbh)

Now let's get back to us, the fans.

"And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it My white knuckle dying grip Holding tight to your quiet resentment"

Since the hiatus it was and sometimes still is very much talked about how it was Dan's fault, after all he didn't want to be "dan and phil" anymore, he didn't want to do the gaming channel even as Phil was trying to get him to do just one little video here or there, even some people were hating on his new work becuase in their eyes he "abandoned" the phandom to do that.

Only the fun and joy we got from everything they did back then wasn't always the same for Dan and Phil, with Dan even saying that back in the day people trying to find out if he was gay was retraumatizing, and how he felt like he was lying to everyone and didn't even know who he was outside of dan and phil.

We didn't know just how hard Dan was fighting to keep going, and that when he got out, the very idea of going back to the way things were was awful to him (good news is they said themselves that everything is better and more fun now, and they can just be themselves now!)

"So how much sad did you think I had, Did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? Just how low did you think I'd go? Before I'd self-implode Before I'd have to go be free"

This is once more talking about how Dan couldn't keep on going and you could also see it as how using your sadness for your art (like dan's vids) can only go so far before you're empty of anything at all, or you want to be happy and you have to let things go, sometimes your art, to do that, at least until you can work with something other then your own pain, you need to work with hope and joy and everything in you not just the bad.

"You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days And I'm just getting color back into my face I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place"

Now you can see this both to youtube and to us, the idea of "love" but it not really being felt or shown and how dan got better but there still a sadness because he did love it all even in the bad times.

"For so long, London Had a good run A moment of warm sun But I'm not the one So long, London Stitches undone Two graves, one gun You'll find someone"

So in my mind London is youtube and the old phandom and the ways it felt with all the good and all the bad but that the best thing they ever did was leave.

(once again this is just a post I made becuase i like reading into songs way 2 much , also dan and phil had both said again and again that they loved us then and now so plz don't think i am trying to say they hate us or youtube, i really think they are having the most fun ever doing youtube like this)

[valentine-cafe]

Hello :3 first time customer so I'm kinda nervous. Could I get a lemon tea?

I've been thinking of top! Alessio with amab male reader, where basically reader loses a bet with Alessio, and since he lost, Alessio gets to do whatever he wants to reader (they have a sort of rivals-with-benefits situation maybe?). There isn't really anything in particular apart from a lot of man handling involved. And also reader is super cocky and was sure he'd win the bet

Thank you :D

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : tiramisu !! . . . inhuman mercenary ⊹ male reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 781 ꮽ  alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a cocky, comedic and charismatic mercenary. immortal and inhuman, punkgoth

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... summary ⊹ cw ٬٬ warnings. 

"You're a real piece of work - ah-!" you hiss at the man above you, who eases. No. Steals another groan from your chest. His dick slamming into you with furious speed. Rough, large hands pinning you down against the table that they'd bent you over to give easy access.

It doesn't take long before one of the hands join the pretty mess below him, fucking your own hard cock into his fist while laughing into your ear like the bastard he is.

"You gonna keep bein' cocky?" The hot breath sends shivers down your spine. Just as he angles his hips to make your back arch. Your tight ass embraces him with a welcome your words have attempted to refuse to do. You claim over and over you hate him so much, that you don't want him.

You're too delicious it's unfunny. The way your body twists in motion to his and your voice pitches when his fat mushroom tip slams against sensitive bundles of nerves is something out of this world. Hell he'll be writing songs about this. Sing them to you next time he's fucking your pretty ass full.

Tightly, you grip onto the sheets and throw your head back, swallowing the build-up of spit your mouth had produced. Adam's apple bobbing along to the noise of your grunts and moans.

Alessio's balls tighten at the little motion you make to meet his hips, the desperation building mutually. "Ain't you a needy boy," he pants. Only to receive the quietest 'fuck you' in response. Oh the vibrations of his laughter goes straight to your core.

Much like the pumping hand on your dick begins tightening. So the pace matches the speed of his hips against your soft cum covered ass. A sign he's been at it for a while now.

"That's not nice to say. 'M givin you it all." He laughs and lands a rough spank against your ass. That jiggles the skin in the most satisfying ripples he's laid eyes on. "Wanna cum so badly- hah. . . fuck. Then work for it. I won, you lost. Brat."

Tumbled whines and writhing limbs get pushed up against the desk even tighter. Positions reexchanged, so that the immortal man may put you into a lock. Front against you. While you cum against his abdomen without his permission.

"Can't even hold it back. Ngh. . . fuckin' pathetic. . ."

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[echantedtoon]

A thought, since in the novels Haganezuka master keeps trying to play matchmaker and hook him up, what if one day, the match set for him is actually a good match? Like a woman who not only respects him but also highly values his skills as a swordsmith? What would he do, mayhaps some headcanons?

Ive been waiting for something like this!!! @iron-embers

-Right off the bat Haganezuka is NOT an easy man to get along with for a lot of reasons. His pride, temper, attitude, tendency for violence, and a few other things. The only ones whom really seem to get along with him or he likes back is Tanjiro, the master whom raised him, and Kanamori. So he HATES it whenever his father figure tries to play matchmaker for him.

-Sometimes he's rude to the woman that's sent to him on purpose because he's just so annoyed with this. Other times they leave on their own because of his attitude or occasionally he'll chase them out if he feels they offend his work. Sometimes he regrets it when in hindsight some might've just not understand him or misunderstood but he feels it's better that they left in the long run. However this ALWAYS peeves off the Master who scolds him every time.

-Believe it or not it's probably Kanamori who saves both their sanities by giving Master some relationship advice being one of the only swordsmiths cannonically married. "Instead of constantly sending ladies to Mr. Haganezuka, why don't you take time out to really think about who'd be a good match for him?" Thank Buddha someone has a good head on his shoulders there.

-Well he does, and around a few months time he showed up again on his doorstep with another young lady. "YOOHOO!! HATORU, CONE HERE!! I HAVE A LADY HERE TO MEET YOU AND SHE'S SO LOVELY MIGHT I ADD!" Cue the loud groan he gives off because master is playing matchmaker again. "NO!! I have no time for useless courting rituals!" "You come out here and see her this instant!!" "NO! My blades need sharpening!!" "Well if you won't come out then I'm sending her in!" Cue another long groan as he just faceplants his workbench. "Not again.."

-He's waiting for another typical reaction. Girl flirts with him irritatingly. Insults him. Etc. But he's surprised when he hears the sounds of..Wind chimes? He's surprised when a very pretty lady shows up master behind her and one of those pretty glass windchimes like the ones he keeps on his hat in her hands. "Look, Hatoru! Isn't she so pretty!?" His master is frantically waving his hands at her. "Ooh! And what's this? She brought you a gift!!"

-He's surprised by the gift as it's something he genuinely likes but he assumes his master gave it to her to give to him. Wouldn't be the first time. He's suspicious as he takes the gift from her. "...Thank you for the gift, but you shouldn't have brought anything. We don't know each other." "I understand, but after I heard you enjoy wind chimes I thought you'd might like one of my family's." "Eh?"

-Turns out she had also come from a family of craftsmen. Jewelers. Tailors. Carpenters. And yes even a few glassblowers whom happened to make some of his favorite wind chimes. A whole bunch of people creating different things. And just so happens his master found out they had a single lady with no suitors. "Now you kids behave.~" he's literally elbowing Hatoru and winking at him from under his mask. "I'll just leave you alone to get to know one another.~"

-He's speechless sitting there with nothing to say, but she breaks the silence first. "That blade you're working on. Is it steel?" "NO! Are you blind?! It's clearly Nichirin!" She lightly frowns. "Now that's no reason to yell at me. I only inquired about it's materials. It looks relatively finished. How long has it taken you to make it?" He's surprised by the brush off but just frowns at her. "Five weeks! Now I'm very busy. Just save us both the trouble and leave!" "You are being very rude to a guest." "My master invited you not myself. My work wouldn't interest you anyways." "I wouldn't say that. Considering you're folding the metal to make it stronger."

-This man is staring as she not only explains his own process back to him, but suggests a few tweaks to make it sharper. Turns out she's related to a few metal workers too. He's surprised by her knowledge, but that opens up the topic of how he makes other blades or his interest in how some of other swordsmen make strange custom swords (such as Mitsuri's ribbon sword or Gyomei's mace/chain/axe combo). Or her family's products he uses such as tools, crafting tables, and of course his beloved wind chimes.

-He doesn't even realize he's actually enjoying the talks they're having until his Master shows up as she mentions it's time for her to go. "Well what do you think?" Haganezuka is just glaring at him after she leaves. "She's stubborn and not my type!" "But she didn't run away or look angry.~ I think this is progress.~" "STOP TRYING TO PLAY MATCHMAKER FOR ME, OLD MAN!!"

-Well he doesn't- "Hatoru, I brought her to see you again!!" Every week at least once his master brings her to visit him and each time he's annoyed but ends up just talking about his swords or other projects. Listener x yapper dynamic with him, he doesn't have a lot of people who he can just talk to about his projects. Unfortunately he doesn't realize he's starting to LIKE-like her at this stage. He's too busy showing her things. It's actually kinda cute.

-"This is the remnants of the sixth sword I made Tanjiro. Im reusing the metals by melting it down and adding more to strengthen it. And here! Im working on a new blade you can fit in your wallet! It's strong enough to still behead a demon!" "Why so small though?" "In case they need to go undercover of course! Look, look, look!! I'll show you how it works!"

-He still acts like her presence annoys him though. Until she starts to show up on her own without the master, he's shocked but assumes he still put her up to it. Never the less he's dragging her to the workshop to show her something new he made. "Hatoru, I didn't know you could make such beautiful combs."(I can't remember where but I read Haganezuka can make other things out of metal but prefers blades) It's a metal hair comb with a metal flower on it. Very realistic looking and beautiful. "If course I can! To know how to truly make a sword one must know how to utilize metal in all it's possibilities." "Well it's so beautiful. Would you like to come see how my family makes glass chimes?" "YES!!"

-He LOVES coming to watch others craft as well, and it's a good way to get him out of the house and around other people. He still hasn't come to terms with his feelings until he's working late one night and it sorta dawned on him in the middle of hitting a red hot sword with an iron hammer. "....Oh..Oh no!"

-He's suddenly VERY self conscious about the idea of courting her. He hadn't considered anything was courting up to now, and he knows he's not the best man. So he goes to the one person who he knows can help him with courting a woman- Kanamori ends up screaming finding Haganezuka climbing in through his back window. "MR. HAGANEZUKA!! WHAT-!?" "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO COURT WOMEN!!" Poor Kanamori nearly had a heart attack from Haganezuka asking for dating advice.

-Next time she comes to visit it's a HUGE spectacle. She arrives to find Hatoru shrieking at the top of his lungs cursing enough to make a sailor blush and chasing a screaming young man with knives in his hands. Right behind him is Kanamori who's trying to grab Haganezuka before he shishkabobs the teenager as the master just sighs.

-"Master, what's going on?" "That stupid child stole the courting gift Hatoru made you, a pretty ruby studded hair pin, and now he's at it again." "Should we stop them?" "He'll either run out of breath or the thief will. We'll step in then."

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[rustedleopard]

Hate to be a Debbie Downer but I don't think Chujin would like Ben 10 (or at least not be openly obsessed with it).

I feel like if you told him the premise of the show (A 10-year old human boy gains the power to turn into 10 aliens (which are kinda sorta monsters) and he fights other aliens with this ability), he'd scoff and say "This show is an appeal to humanity's naturally violent tendencies!" and "They're indoctrinating children! Humans find the idea of child soldiers entertaining!" and "This show discriminates against monstrous beings!" and all of these other dramatized nit-picks about it, despite the fact that it's a fictional cartoon whose target demographic is tween boys.

(I just think that all monsters should take human media a bit too seriously in one way or another. IDK if he would actually believe that a human could turn into a bunch of aliens with a wrist watch, but I do think he'd take the premise of "a child fights fantastical battles against aliens" too literally. Kinda like those parents who think their kid playing a video game where you kill fictional monsters is "corrupting the youth.")

Now, if you put an episode of Ben 10 on the TV, I do think he'd stop whatever he's doing to stand behind the couch, arms crossed/in his pockets in that "I am interested in what's going on on the TV but not enough to commit to actually sitting down" sorta way. He'd probably scoff and roll his eyes whenever Ben does something stupid because Ben is a 10 year-old and this boosts his ego a bit because "ha, I'm way smarter than this kid, I could see how that action would go wrong from a mile away. If this is how humans are on the Surface, I'd easily be able to crush them. Especially with my serum and Axis." But the split second you catch him in the act of watching, he pretends that he was looking for something in the room and then walks out.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

am I the only one who finds myself getting more attached to bucktommy and Tommy himself the more people push against it or

[forestgreenlesbian]

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[bleaksqueak]

I haven't been online most all day, and now I log in to see AI generated junk on the promotion radar. Ew.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I'm so heavily anti-advertising that all pitches sound goofy silly to me/I can never take them seriously, so I have no idea how I'll manage to to advertise my game even if I do finally finish it soon-ish lol...

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[eddis-not-eeddis]

Dealing with newcomer's embarrassment gets easier if you are surrounded by people you have no respect for.

[sorcerous-caress]

nothing like waking up to a mouthful of saliva on the verge of throwing up

[david-watts]

I think at this point I'm immune to gaslighting like fucking try me. don't say 'I haven't rearranged the pantry' when you have, actually, and made a massive fuss about it