#i hope shes well tho she was my favorite and spoke so well of me and everything and i wish she was my 3rd grade teacher in the same school

[cicidraws]

i just figured out my 2nd grade teachers first name and it feels wrong to know this

[jwanniie]

Hiii again!!

can I make a request about g!p minji x reader fcking in the library?

I got too excited with this idea😁

Secret crush.

You have been struggling in school for the past two months due to some family issues and just life has been exhausting and draining, you weren’t dumb you just needed a little break and someone who takes care of you. From the start of the school year you have been getting decent grades, they were good but if we compare it to the amount you study for you should definitely get better grades, that really did unmotivate you because what do you mean someone who didn’t even touch a book will get a better grade than someone who pulls all nighters, skips meal just to study and never skips a class?You are happy for them but still there is a little unpleasant feeling inside you that you can’t deny ,And on top of that your family starts complaining about you not trying hard and not getting full marks. So you thought about what is the point of trying hard but still not reaching?

The way your grades dropped made your teacher really unhappy because you definitely weren’t dumb in fact you were very intelligent so she decided to talk to you and try to convince you to get a tutor and maybe she can help you choose one.

“___can you stay a little after class, we need to discuss something?”

You were tired and wanted to go home, you wanted to deny but what if she has something important to say?

“Sure” you replied with tired eyes that anyone could literally notice that you hadn’t been getting proper sleep for days, and yeah you don’t even remember when you last had that 10 hour uninterrupted sleep.

Class ended faster than usual, once all of the students went out of the class the teacher sat you down and took a deep breath before starting to talk.

“___ has anything happened home or do you have something going on that is not very pleasant…since your grades been dropping and I’m wondering what’s the reason and if we could try to fix it?” She spat, she really didn’t want to express her thoughts in a hurtful or negative way so she tried to sound as kind as possible.

You took an exhale before speaking “miss everything is going fine at home it’s just that I’m very unmotivated towards school and my mental health overall is not really helping with school” you spoke trying to sound as ok as possible even tho tears are starting to well in your eyes, recalling everything that is happening and all of your family problems.

“I see, do you think if we could ask a student to tutor you so you could perhaps make friends at the same time while studying do you think that would help you a little? And ___ you are nowhere near stupid you just need a little push and that will get you started all over again and I care for you, you are one of my favorite students here, always kind and enthusiastic to learn new things so seeing you like this really does hurt me.” She uttered in the most comforting tone ever, you smiled at her request and nodded because maybe that will make your school life and mental health better “a tutor could work!” Your teacher smiled warmly at your answer “then I will look for a tutor” she said, she lastly bid you goodbye and you went home a little smile on your face knowing that you have a new start and could improve.

The next week the teacher gave you the name of the student who will tutor you and when will you meet, the first lesson would be in the library. Damn, you haven’t been there for a long time you thought to yourself. You checked the paper that the teacher gave you once more and you looked at the name again “Minji”. You have heard the name before but the image of the person didn’t really click. You decide to pick a place near the entrance of the library so as soon as minji steps inside she could see you, you dont think she even recognize you but let’s just hope for the best.

You waited silently for about seven minutes till you saw a girl with a school uniform, your school never restricted what the students wear but that’s what she is comfortable wearing, now the image clicked, She is minji! You have never interacted with her nor your friends did but she was known for having one of the best grades in school if not the best. She was quiet,didn’t really have much friends, a bookworm and kinda cold or perhaps a better word distant? You always saw her with a book in hand or had her head deep down writing something. She didn’t really put much effort in socializing but one thing undeniable about her was her beauty she was that handsome type of beauty. You waved your hands at her you were maybe too excited she just walked towards her expression hard to read, she always had a resting face.

“I was kinda late, sorry” she spoke a little cold it gave you chills, is she always this serious? You didn’t expect any type of laughter or giggling but a little smile wouldn’t hurt anyone!

The tutoring session went pretty smoothly she told you the basic stuff and you immediately got the hang of it, like the teacher said you weren’t stupid you just needed someone to take interest in you. It was very silent, yeah a library is supposed to be silent but this maybe was too silent. You looked around and saw no one near you or even far away from you. You looked at the entrance of the library and there was no one even the bored librarian wasn’t there you looked around a little more and there was literally no one. A panic immediately started to hit you, you can’t be stuck in here seriously. Minji saw how uncomfortable you were and decided to give you a little hug whispering “hey calm down, we are going to get out of here. Let’s call someone” minji maybe was too calm about this whole situation but deep inside she was having a little panic attack. Yeah she didn’t show much emotions but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about people’s feelings, she just couldn’t express with words but her actions did.

You called the school principal and he said that they will come get the both out while waiting you decide to make a little chit chat to burn some time and comfort you a little. “I know this might sound weird but have you had any crush” this was the basic middle school dudes question while playing truth or dare but in this situation you didn’t honestly care, If she wants to think your weird then so be it. “Yeah” she answered tone little softer now, as a nosy person you couldn’t help but ask who, “oooh do you mind telling me who?” You said to excited, she gave you a little smirk making a point below your stomach tingle “what about I will describe it and you should guess, I’m pretty sure you know them” she said in a seductive voice immediately shocking you seeing the new side of her, your not complaining tho it was pretty hot. “Why not, tell me” you said too excited. “Hmmm well she is a girl, she is very gorgeous and adorable, she has never interacted with me before but did now and Uhmm her mental health hasn’t been the best which was secretly hurting me. I have always admired her from a far” she uttered scooting closer to you. Her description definitely had some suspicion in you, deep inside you wanted it to be you but the chances of her licking you were very very slim. “Uhm I don’t…know, please tell me” you stated. She was so close to you now, “hmm sure why not” she brought her face near you inches a part. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, she brought her plush lips to your pair and soon you felt something kissing you softly, when she moved her lips from yours, you were shocked a good shocked tho. “Did this tell enough, princess or…?” She questioned looking deep into your eyes, intoxicating you with her pair of eyes almost like hypnotizing you and before you knew you grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss passionate and warm. She immediately kissed back, placing her hand on your upper back and gently laying you down. She took her skirt off revealing her erection, and damn, was she big? She was huge and her length being hard doubling it size. Without much of thinking you grabbed it touching it earning a groan from her, she was thick and had girth. You went on your knees and saw how her tip was filled with precum. Your tongue exploring her tip and length, her precum was very creamy but salty. Her hand found its way to your neck and squeezed it “don’t tease doll!” Her breath hitched. You tried to take her in one go but she was too big. She gave you a dark giggle full of lust “too big for you baby?” You tried to take her one more time but you gagged uncontrollably while coughing. But still you wanted to please her so you started sucking half of her length, bobbing your head around it. Soon after she started twitching inside your mouth, breath getting faster and moans getting louder. Without warning her thick white salty cum filled your mouth. She looked you in the eyes “swallow it, all of it” and as a good girl you obeyed her, swallowing her release. She was satisfied,way too satisfied. “On all fours baby, mommy is going to reward you for being so good” the excitement of her words flood your brain and your body immediately reacted to her, taking off your pants and panties leaving you with only an oversized shirt. And getting onto all fours, she groaned seeing how obedient you are for her. She couldn’t wait anymore and gave you her whole length, not even letting you adjust to her, immediately thrusting passionately hitting spots you never thought existed. Bumping into your g-spot and to spots people never even named. Her ruthless pace never cooled down if anything it only got rougher, with few more thrusts and few ass reddening spanks your release flood all over your thighs. Her relentless pace didn’t stop, the way you got now tighter made her eyes roll back and a hitched groan came from her “fuck baby so tight”. With how clenching you are around her length it didn’t take her long to feel her high close. Few seconds later she pulled out and white sperm got released on your back.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: link

Uh oh! I'm so sorry! Could I request this with Freminet, Lyney, and Thoma instead?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ No worries! And I'm happy you decided to request it with different characters! I hope you'll like it despite how short it is for some!

Also, no favoritism here, it was just a longer explanation of mine with one penguin boy

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Thoma definitely wound your shyness cute, I mean... how could he not when you're just hiding behind him like that?

✧ he didn't mind the fact you both seemed like 2 opposites, in fact he liked your dynamic!

✧ he honestly just liked the feeling of helping you just by being around you

✧ but when he realized you're not entirely what you seemed to be... he was most definitely surprised

✧ out of all situations, he didn't expect him getting insulted to anger you so much

✧ so when he first saw how angry you are, he immidietly thinked of an excuse and dragged you away as he tried calming you down

"Let's calm down, shall we? It was just small remark, I'm already over it! There's no need to be upset at anyone now."

✧ how could you not stand your guard but get so mad when someone insulted him?

✧ he'd love to see how you care about him but he'd really prefer if you coule he less... brutal with the words

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your perfect malewife!

✧ Lyney absolutely loved using your shyness to bring that little red dust to your cheeks

✧ be it gifts, magic tricks, compliments, flirting... anything that worked! He could even do so in public for all he cared

✧ it was only natural for him to gain some attention and some mean remarks from time to time but he was honestly used to it! Tho... you weren't...

✧ when he first saw how angry you got, he had to admit, he enjoyed the show for first 3 seconds

✧ let's be honest, he'd pay back that person himself but if you want to have the pleasure of doing that, who is he to refuse you that?

✧ but he doesn't want you standing in court before he blinks so soon enough, he's right next to you, giving you a hug

"Now, now mon cherie... we're supposed to head to cafe for our date! Not fight with my crowd."

✧ his plan is to simply make an excuse, but if he distracts you too, it's even better!

✧ he won't admit to it but he definitely liked the feeling of being protected by you like that

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your charming magician~

✧ both you and Freminet were just cute shy duo and no one could change that

✧ despite you two sharing trait that shouldn't go with each other, you were pretty comfortable in each other's company

✧ he was sometimes getting bothered by the comments towards him but he never really spoke out loud about it, just keeping to himself and moving on

✧ he'd only drop few lines when someone would try to say something bad about you and it seemed to be the case with you as well but... more violent it seems verbally of course

✧ when he first heard how loud you could yell and what insults you can think off, even he himself hot a bit startled at first

✧ of course she was quick to realize that everyone was staring so he immidietly put a hand on your shoulder, trying his best to calm you down

"Y/N... love... let's maybe just drop this topic and go somewhere else?"

✧ he's not even trying to hide he's doing his best to pull you away so you won't need to face consequences later

✧ later when you're alone, he sees the look on your face, telling him how disappointed you are so he quickly makes sure you know how thankful he is for your concern and protective nature towards him

✧ though let it not me invite for you to do that again, he'd still be worried that you might be the one ending hurt if you continue

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your shy diver~

[eriace]

passing by ; aquamarine hoshino

oneshot & angst ↪ in which, aqua met his wife and his daughter from his previous life, noticing everything wasn't the same as before since his death. ↷ aqumarine hoshino | oshi no ko { requested }

Y/N LAY HER hand resting at the door's doorknob as the doorbell echoed thru the almost empty area.

Before, it was very cheerful despite him being alive, her husband, Amemiya Gorou.

Y/n sighed and shook her head and tried to think positive thoughts for herself and her daughter before opening the door, planting a small smile, and greeting her daughter.

" Alisha, sweetie. How's school? " Y/n greeted her daughter leaving a kiss on her forehead and noticing someone next to her. " Oh! You bought someone, you should've told me so I could prepare someth— "

" Mom...mom, calm down. " Alisha, her daughter mentioned, grabbing her hands and caressing them smiling a bit. " It's alright, I don't want to bother you that much especially if it's dad's... "

Alisha paused trailing her eyes sight somewhere else making her mom laugh a bit.

" Fine fine. " Y/n said smiling a bit and backed up letting them enter. " You guys seat and I'll just prepare something simple so my dear daughter won't be worried. "

The aquamarine starry eyes trailed to the adult's movements who was rather examining her every move.

" Sorry about that, Aqua-kun! " Alisha suddenly spoke. " My mother is rather emotional these days but I swear she's the best mother you can ever ask for. "

" I don't mind. "Aquamarine replied, avoiding gaze. " I understand, like really. "

Alisha smiled at him and when she was about to speak her mother appeared again with just hot chocolate and some cookies.

" I hope you guys like it. " Y/n said, seating next to her daughter.

" Uh well, this is my husband's favorite tho. " She added slightly scratching her head.

Alisha sighed and hugged her mom, " It's fine mom, I know dad loves you so much and he'll drink that somewhere. "

" I know and he loves you too. "

" Oh, right! " Alisha mentioned and pointed at Aqua. " This is Aqua Hoshino, a friend. "

" Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you. " Y/n said smiling a bit but Aqua stayed quiet looking at the cup of hot chocolate in his hand, trying his best to keep his posture.

" Aqua-kun...? " Alisha called out making Aqua raise his head and gave them a small smile.

" Uh, yes. Nice to meet you, Ma'am... " Aqua greeted in a slightly confused tone trailing his eyesight to the cookies and back to the hot chocolate.

" Oh, pardon me. I'm Y/n. " She introduced with a slight smile. " Amemiya Y/n. "

© eriace in tumblr ; don’t repost my works.

[queen-of-roaches]

What would happen if you played with Husks tail… well. I have answers. Sit down and listen.

Tw: none really, just you touching husk in a NON suggestive way, there’s also no pronouns in this :P

POV: second pov

Summary: one day in the bar at the hotel, you saw Husk’s tail wag gently. You had the sudden urge to touch. NOW.

Ready? Get some water and read this with me. Also it’s not proofread cuz I’m lazy <333

🐈 tails ‘N wings🪽

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You were a resident and worker in the hotel. You worked as the entertainment for guests. You were at the bar in the hotel, drinking a tad bit. You looked over to the certain bartender that usually always caught your eye. Husk. Husk was a cat demon- thing? Well you can see he has cat features and red wings. He was the bartender that listened and usually never talked that much. Usually only talking to Angel dust and rolling his eyes at him. You took another sip and then looked down at his… tail. It wasn’t a cat-cat tail- it was like a birds and a cats at the same time. It looked so… fluffy and nice to touch…. The thoughts flood your mind as you grow more curious by the second.

TIME SKIP!!

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He was cleaning the dishes in the bar, his tail swaying a bit. His wings twitched at the soft breeze coming from inside the quiet building. It was night time, everyone was asleep. Except you and Husk… and also Alastor lurking in the shadows as always. Nifty fella asleep, holding the knife she killed all the cockroaches with like it was a teddy bear. You walked over to the bar, have small talk with husk. Such as,

“So, husk. How’s the job goin’?”

“Grumble… as boring as ever.”

Then you said something out of pocket,

“Can I touch your tail…?”

His claws stopped cleaning the cups, the rag he was using froze. His ears twitch, his raspy deep voice came back and said

“Pardon?”

You stayed silent then spoke again

“Sorry I- I wasn’t thinking-“

“-Sure.”

Did… Husk just… Say yes? To you touching HIS tail?! This was incredible news. You practically jumped thinking this was a different cat. He raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you looking at me like that..?”

His gruff and deep voice made it even harder to believe. Your mouth was in a shape of a O and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Your eyes sparkled at the thought of his fluffy fur under your fingers, taking through it. You didn’t waste any time. Grabbing him and placing him on the couch. You ran your fingers against his wings, making them flutter. He purred, a little of the cheep booze kicking in as his cat instincts fell. His tall swayed right and left. It was like Husk was under a spell. It’s fascinating to you that he can change in a second to being a grumpy old man to a kitten. You touched his tail gently, he purred loudly, not that loud to wake people up but still loud. Either way, the next morning you were asleep with a husk in your lap and cat hair all over your clothes. How did some get in your mouth-

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A/N: I had some fun writing this, husk is such a cool character in the show, one of my favorites. Not my foes favorite tho 🙄 that spot is for Fat nuggs. I hope you liked this as much as I do, and I’ll see you later! Bye loves!!

[kiwiraccoon]

Dream Of Me

Chan x fem!reader

Description: y/n mentions her wild dream without details in a late night car ride with her longtime best friend. When they make it back to her apartment they wind down with music videos only for a certain one she couldn’t keep watching to play and now she has to explain her dream. Little did she know Chan would make her dreams come true.

Word count: 2689

Notes: MDNI, first person POV, mature language, steamy dream, suggestive, dream description is foreplay, teasing, pet names, chain and choking kink mentioned

The streetlights did nothing to ease my mind from the dream I had during my nap. Everytime the light hit his skin perfectly I could only imagine how he would look right in front of me doing the things I dreamed about. I shouldn’t be thinking this way of my best friend, we had spent all of our awkward years together, shared embarrassing stories, and helped each other achieve so many goals. We should only be best friends, but my mind and body want him in more ways than one. So much so, I think my heart is being convinced to let him in.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice cuts through my inner turmoil, sending it to a screeching halt and stopping my mind from thinking through my response.

“Just this wild dream I had earlier.” As soon as the words leave my mouth I look over at him with wide eyes not believing I said them. I would have to explain it to him now, we don’t keep secrets. I pray he doesn’t pry, but I would be stupid to believe he wouldn’t.

He chuckles while looking away from the road for a second to meet my eyes, enjoying the surprise written across my face. “A wild dream huh?” I notice the small clench of his one hand at the top of the steering wheel, the rush it sends through my body is criminal. 

I groan in frustration at my stupidity of letting him in on my dirty secret, I knew I should have canceled our weekly night drive. “Please don’t make me talk about it.” I drag my hands down my face, turning away from him in embarrassment. 

His annoyingly adorable chuckle invades the silence again as he quickly throws his hands up in mock surrender when I look his way again. “Alright, alright, but just this once. I can’t promise I won’t ask again tho. Let’s just enjoy this ride.” His free hand moves to my thigh to turn my body back to the front of the vehicle instead of away from him. He had done this so many times after I had grown annoyed with him and his jokes, but this time it felt intimate.

The way his hand slightly flexed against my bare skin, why did I have to wear shorts? The cool metal from his rings eased the heat rushing through my body, but of course I had to be wearing one of his sweatshirts. His scent woven within the fabric invaded my senses in the moment and I knew I was going to dream of him again. 

Through the rest of the drive his hand would leave my thigh as he spoke and then find its way back to softly rub the smooth skin with his thumb. The things he does to me, and all because of that stupid dream.

“You’re YouTube is still logged in on your TV right?” He asks as I set my keys on the kitchen counter of my apartment and grab a cold water, which I wave in his direction to ask if he wants one. His nod is soft but the eye contact sends a wave of heat through my body that makes me turn back to the fridge quickly.

“Yea,” I clear my throat subconsciously, “I was watching music videos earlier.”

“Needing some inspiration?” He asks, knowing my need for music to function daily but the videos help feed my inspiration for my own films.

I chuckle walking past him to get to my spot on the couch while passing the water to him, hyper focusing on the way his fingers gently touch mine in the transfer. “You know me so well.”

“I would hope so.” His response has an underlying meaning, hinting at the fact we had grown up together in both countries surprisingly and by complete accident. Without wasting a second I curl up in my favorite corner feeling the need to be small as the tension I feel grows. I should have canceled.

Chan takes the TV remote and plays a random music video letting shuffle control which videos play like normal. I watch the videos intently, needing a distraction from the man only two feet away from me. Sadly no distraction was strong enough to keep my eyes from drifting to him occasionally, especially when he drank his water. I shouldn't be attracted to him, but he looks so delicious tonight, curse that damn dream.

“Hold me tight, right now.” My eyes bulge as the next song plays directly from where I stopped it after I woke up from my nap. I couldn’t watch that music video without thinking of Chan, my dream, and him choking me or using chains. I was fucked. Royally fucked when I let out a gasp I didn’t mean to. His eyes cast over to my side of the couch realizing his music video started from a scene of him standing over Hyunjin who was writhing in the bed wrapped up in chains.

Every muscle in my body works to keep my gaze on the random set of books in the corner of my living space, I cannot make eye contact with him right now. The video keeps playing, but his eyes remain on me. I can vividly picture the video and my dream together as I try to remain calm. But he knows. Fuck he knows.

“Tell me about your dream.” He says reaching for the remote on the coffee table to pause the video and ultimately turning off the TV. There were no more audible distractions, I could only hear his voice now. God please strike me down.

A gulp sounds from my throat as I continue to look around aimlessly, “huh?”

I feel the couch dip as he slides closer to my side, making two feet become two inches. Why did he have to be so close?

“Y/n. Tell me about your dream.” He won’t give up now, he let me have my one free pass and now he would ask until I told. Why did I have to react and why did I leave that video unfinished?

“Umm,” another gulp of both embarrassment and anxiety, “you were there.” I meet his eyes now, facing the inevitable and just saying fuck it. What could go wrong? We have shared so many embarrassing stories before, laughed at horrible memories, and experienced the worst years of growing up together. If anything this would just be something else we would laugh about, that’s it.

“Yeah?” His focus remains on me as I notice his hand against the back of the couch close to my face and his other hand on his thigh. I notice how close he is, and how intimate this feels. 

“With me.” I turn my face away from him, needing a break from the intensity of his stare, he could ruin me just by looking at me. 

“Yeah?” He wants to know more, know it all, and with my brain turning to mush already I know I’ll eventually tell him everything. He has a power over me like no one else, and I can’t believe I’m only realizing it now. 

A sigh escapes my lungs trying to relieve the tension building within my entire being, “in bed.”

“Mmhmm.” He shuffles slightly, either feeling uncomfortable or needing to get comfortable. Either way I continue as I notice his eyes slightly darken, is he liking this? 

“Touching.” When our eyes meet again with full intensity I know he likes what I’m saying, I can see the way he is reading my face, my emotions, my body language, and my words all at once. His full attention is on me and me only. How is this turning me on?

“How?” Is he leaning in?

“First with hands.” I remember it vividly, how we were touching each other with curiosity. Almost like we were trying to figure each other out.

“Okay.” His voice sounds slightly deeper, but he’s still wanting me to tell him more. It’s driving me crazy.

“Experimenting in a way I guess.” I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Kind of figuring each other out in a new way.”

“How did it feel?” God, I’m sorry. I watch as he slightly darts his tongue out to wet his lips, oh Chan the things you do to me.

“Good.” I lie, because I know it felt insanely good that it alone made me crave him in just my dream.

“Like this?” His hand on his thigh reaches forward and touches mine in a different way than he did in the car. This time it felt heavier, warmer, and full of sexual tension we had built up over the years without realizing. And even then it is still just the ghost of a touch as he trails his hand against my skin feeling the way his hand glides smoothly against it. He doesn’t stop, his hand moves further each time he goes around the circle he’s creating. I wonder if he is holding back.

Another sigh leaves me at the insane feeling that my dream couldn’t even begin to relate to. “Yeah, exactly that.” 

“What next?” His hand keeps moving, slowing down and speeding up, gripping my skin and pulling back to leave the tiniest amount of space between us. I can feel the heat increasing in his hands, or is that me?

“We kissed.” My eyes dart from his hand to his face, watching his reaction to my words. I would be lying if I said the way his eyebrows raised then creased didn’t turn me on even more. Something in the idea that my words alone could affect him sent my mind racing. How else could I affect him?

I hear him intake a large breath, soothing his own tension. “How?” He wants to ruin me, I know it now.

“Small and quick at first.” I remember the way we kissed like we were afraid of what it would mean, how this kiss would change our relationship and now I can feel it truly. This would change the way we interact around each other for the rest of our lives, this one night will change us forever. Something about that excites me.

“Okay.” He doesn’t ask to know more but his head dips slightly in a gesture to continue talking as I feel his fingers grip my skin making a gasp leave my lips.

“Then we liked it, you smiled, I blushed, so we kissed again.” 

“How?” He asks again, he wants every little detail, he’s so invested in what my mind created. 

“Like we were starved.” I watch something flash behind his eyes, a small smirk forms on his face and the excitement in my veins burns dangerously. I want him so bad right now, I want to ruin our friendship.

“Like this?” In an instant his lips are on mine, kissing me slowly at first, letting my shock fade away before he dives in completely. He pushes into me more, making me lean back into the couch as he moves to lay over my body between my legs. Our bodies fit perfectly together, molding into shape like perfectly worked clay. His hand on my thigh squeezes, sending a shock through all of my nerves eliciting a gasp. And before I know it our tongues fight for dominance, neither wanting to lose this battle we have put off for so long. We were starved. 

He pulls away, placing his forehead against mine to stare into my eyes, “chan.” My voice is nothing but a whisper of my desire, he awoke the demon in me that had been waiting patiently for this moment.

“What happened next?” His voice breaks through the silence that formed between us as we tried to regain control of ourselves, but he doesn’t move.

“You kissed down my neck.” I say confidently, feeling no embarrassment or anxiety anymore as now I know he wants this just as much as me. 

He closes his eyes momentarily, inhaling deeply before asking, “how did it feel?”

“Good, really good.” My words mix with another weak sigh and I realize how desperate I sound, but I couldn’t be more indifferent to it. I no longer want to fight my need for him, he can ruin me however he wants now.

Chan moves back slightly to place his lips against my cheek in a soft ghost of a kiss following it with a trail of them down to my jaw. The kisses increase in pressure the further they go, eventually making a moan escape me when he reaches my throat. “How does it feel?”

“Better than the dream.” The desperation is evident now, especially when I feel his tongue touch my skin making it cold against the air only to warm it back up with his lips. The heat between our bodies causes sweat to form on my back, but I couldn’t care less. I know we are going to take this all the way, and I couldn’t be happier to get hot and heavy on my living room couch with my lifelong best friend.

“Tell me more.” Now his voice is laced in desire, calling to my soul and my core. I’m so turned on. He doesn’t know what he does to me yet.

“My hands roamed your body, up your chest over your shoulders.” His lips remain against the skin of my neck making gasps leave me when he nips at my skin and moans form at the back of my throat when he soothes the pain with intimate kisses.

This time he sighs, “do it.” I place my shaking hands against his skin enjoying the way the tremors stop the second they make contact. Slowly I move them feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch telling me he is enjoying it as much as me. When my hand reach the back of his shoulders I decide to use my nails and drag them against the back of his shirt. A shaky sigh fans against my skin from him and both of us inhale deeply.

Instead of waiting for him to tell me to say more I carry on, “your hands hovered up and down the outside of my thighs, you teased me.” There’s a slight irritation in my voice at the thought of being teased.

His head leans on my shoulder letting out a small chuckle at the irritation. “Yeah?” He says in a teasing way as he moves the hand on my thigh to the outside to ghost his touch along the sides, up and down. I release a groan at the feeling.

“Chan stop teasing me.” My nails dig in a little more to make him know I’m not joking, I hate being teased. But something about him being the one that is teasing me makes it feel satisfying. He is the only person who can tease me, and now the only person I want to ruin me.

“Keep talking baby.”

“Oh god.” My eyes roll at the pet name, nothing has ever sounded more perfect from him. Yet I know deep down I will hear plenty of perfect sounds from him tonight. “Chan please fuck me.”

He groans and his hand grips my thigh tightly, I have him right where I want him. “Fuck, y/n, you’re making this very hard.”

I chuckle at the double meaning as I can feel just how hard he is against my other thigh, “what’s hard?” The innocence in my voice makes him pull away and look directly in my eyes. I would do anything to have the way he’s looking at me ingrained in my brain for the rest of eternity.

“That’s it.” Seconds later I’m in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and arms on his shoulders staring at him wide eyed. 

“Chan?” I ask looking at him as he walks towards my room, never breaking eye contact with me and gripping the back of my thighs tightly. 

“I’m about to make sure you dream of only me for the rest of your life baby.”

[taegularities]

My rant about CMI 13🥰

Hiii Rid, I just finished catching up with CMI and pls I loved it so much. Reading the 2 chapters gave me so much comfort. I really needed it so I am very grateful for you and your writing. I am happy I found you! The whole hometown arc was AMAZING! I think this chapter was my favorite of all time. I loved how jk‘s mom and his brother were so welcoming and nice. 😭 Ria is such a sweetheart I loved her! And it was so interesting to see how the jealousy slowly grew from the beginning of the chapter and later exploded at the wedding. I personally loved the bicycle + strawberry plucking scene and the fountain +gift scene the most! It was so heartwarming and so fluffy. Their love is so pure and innocent like it makes you wonder if a love like this truly exists and if it does how lucky they are to have it.🥹 I wrote many things down for this chapter so I am having troubles typing it down LMAO. But the whole NARA situation goddamn it was so good, like I am a sucker for drama so it was chefs kiss. Oc‘s overthinking and her insecurities were portrayed so well, I could feel everything she felt and this shows how great of a writer you are! I am happy Nara spoke to Oc at the end and that they both cleared the air. I also felt a little sad for Nara cuz it’s hard growing up with your first love and yk growing apart and breaking up with the one you thought was the one for you… but tbh I am glad the Nara plot ends here cuz I love my girlie Oc. THO I must say I am interested in Nara‘s life like what she does and who she will meet and fall in love with. She deserves all the happiness cuz she seems like a nice and kind person. LET‘S GET TO THE MAIN TOPIC THO! HIS FATHER! He is such a freaking jerk! Jk didn’t deserve this at all like no one does… poor guy… The fight between jk and his father was soooo damn intense. I stopped breathing while reading. I am happy tho that he realized his mistakes and will work to better himself. It was DAMN late but at least better late than never. But it will understandably take jk a long time to process this and (maybe) forgive him. He deserves so much better… I LOVED how Oc supported and him while he broke down and confronted the jerk of a father. She is really an Angel. You did our boy Christian dirty tho LMAO (The smut was amazing as always🤭) BUT YK WHAT BROKE ME ? THIS:

“But even though you colour in all the spots in his room—

You think that in turn, he colours in every patch of your soul.“

This owned my heart right there and made me tear up. Thank you for your hard work! Sorry that this got so long.💜

NAWH and i'm happy you found me and have become my friend, too <3 oh gosh, your fav chapter ever?? that's a huge thing for me – i'd been planning it for so long and genuinely loved writing it, so this means a lot, love. with the jealousy as its key part and then things resolving, i was so curious what y'all would say lmao and the reactions to cmi13 were just what i wanted and needed.

i bet a love like this exists somewhere… things might seem hopeless at times, but we deserve this, too, so let's keep hoping and manifest the words i write into reality. also, i am so happy you could view the nara situation from all perspectives. like yeah, the whole thing was intense, but honestly, i feel a bit sorry for her, too? after all, jk wasn't just her boyfriend in the past, he was her friend as well. so to lose all that, even though she's moved on, must sting at least a bit. hmmm, maybe i'll elaborate on nara's life someday!! good point hehe.

NAWH THE FIGHT THO… i was holding my breath writing it, and idc if it's my characters, i was very happy jk flipped like this :') oc will always be there for him. let's hope that the only way's up. jksfnksf i know i did christian so fkn dirty, but i had no choice 🤣 maybe i should write original ian fic someday and give him the affection he deserves lmao

the last line… yeah– that's all i'll say. just yeah :') sigh. thank you for always reading bby <3 i will always wait for you, so don't stress yourself about getting to a chapter at all. i'm just so thankful for this msg <3

[creative-heart]

"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter seven: “I see forever in your eyes”

Lucia’s notes: I really hope you liked the last chapter on Friday. Here comes the last part of this Fanfiction.

Playlist:

 Beautiful things- Benson Boone

Dandelions- Ruth B.

Yellow- Coldplay

Speechless- Dan + Shay

Nothing- Bruno Major

From the ground up- Dan + Shay

Content Warning: Social drinking and a brief mention of being drunk, otherwise, just a cute and fluffy chapter..

Word Count: 1.2k

It was true when people said the best you could get in terms of love is to be in a relationship with your best friend. Y/N had proved it herself, as the golden sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, she stood before the mirror in their cozy Barcelona apartment, a soft smile playing on her lips. Five years. Five years of laughter, tears, adventures, and love with Esteban, her Kuku.

She traced her fingers over the photograph on the dresser, a candid shot of them laughing in the streets of Barcelona when they had just moved to the city four years ago, his arms wrapped around her waist as they danced to the rhythm of their hearts. It felt like yesterday when they had decided to finally give all this a go back in Buenos Aires going back and forth between their apartments, watching silly movies that neither of them was really paying attention to, or playing Nintendo even tho the brown eyed man would always let her win because he loved her excited face whenever she did.

The place buzzed with excitement as Sofia prepared for their anniversary date. Esteban had been mysteriously busy all week, dropping hints about a surprise he had planned. Little did she know, tonight would mark a milestone in their journey together, one she would cherish forever. With a final touch of her favorite perfume and a glance at the mirror, the blonde woman headed downstairs to where kuku awaited, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

The streets of Barcelona shimmered with the glow of streetlights as the couple strolled hand in hand, the city alive with the magic of their love. They reminisced about their adventures, shared dreams, and whispered promises of forever. They went to dinner to a new and exclusive Argentinian restaurant in the city they had been dying to try, their hands only coming apart to eat, their eyes never leaving each other’s as they wine and dined. Once they were done, they walked out, enjoying the fresh air of the night and a little bit given to kuku’s insistence they went on a walk, ending up on the first spot they stepped foot when they moved here.

As they reached the special place overlooking the city, Esteban turned to Y/N, his eyes shimmering with emotion. “Mi amor, my darling Y/N, whenever I pictured the woman with whom I would share my life, I never pictured someone as perfect as you. You never fail to make me laugh, your love is evergreen and I’m so proud of how confident in yourself you’ve become since we met. I know this might sound cheesy, but from the second you walked into my parent’s place for that party, I knew that you would change my life for the better”. He spoke feeling the emotion break in the back of his throat having to swallow the lump so he wouldn’t start crying before he could get what he wanted to say out and Y/N felt her heart swell with love for this man who had become her everything so easily.

Then, with trembling hands, Esteban dropped to one knee, a small velvet box held out before him. Y/N gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. "Y/N," Esteban began, his voice barely steady and filled with emotion, "these five years with you have been the most beautiful of my life. You've filled my days with love, laughter, and endless joy. Will you continue this adventure with me, as my wife, my partner, and my forever?"

The blonde woman could hardly speak through her tears as she nodded, her heart overflowing with love. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" With a radiant smile, Esteban slipped the ring onto her finger, sealing their love with a promise of forever and a slow kiss filled with all the love and friendship shared amongst the two of them.

Time flies when you’re planning a wedding in a different continent and the following year went by in a whirlwind of excitement and preparations. The day finally arrived, the sun shining brightly overhead as Y/N walked down the aisle her arm around her dad’s and her heart pounding with love and anticipation.

Esteban stood at the altar his boys standing beside him as Fran handed him a tissue when he saw the tears brimming the elder’s eyes. Esteban’s eyes never leaving hers, his love shining like a beacon in the sea of faces. When she reached him, Y/D/N gave kuku a short one armed hug and whispered in his ear “please take care of my princess, she’s yours to protect now, but she’s still my baby girl”. Kuku nodded softly and whispered back “she’s my whole heart, I could never hurt her sir”.

 As they exchanged vows, promising to love, cherish, and support each other for all eternity, Y/N knew she was exactly where she belonged, this was the person the universe had set for her to spend her life with, and it was simply meant to be.

The wedding reception was a vision of beauty and love, a celebration of their journey together and the adventures that lay ahead. Under a canopy of twinkling lights and surrounded by their closest friends and family, Y/N and Esteban danced until they couldn’t stand their feet hurt so much. The boys had taken it upon themselves to get everybody drunk that night, specially Simón and Matias kept the booze running amongst the group even though they were clearly drunk by now. As Matias approached kuku on one of the rounds, the older one wrapped his arms around his friend and drunkenly slurred to his friend “Muchas gracias Mati, muchas veces, if it weren’t because you insisted me to go after Y/N, we wouldn’t be here, so you should be proud” he poked the younger’s chest with his long finger.

Matias laughed softly as he planted a kiss on his friend’s temple, “man, she was crazy about you and it could be seen from that first night at the party, you two were just too dumb to do anything about it yourselves, I’m just so glad that you grew a pair eventually.”

“That’s my husband you’re kissing there Recalt!” Y/N chimed in playfully and drunkenly as she stepped closer to the group “so be careful with what you do, also, I’ll steal him away from you all for a bit” the blonde winked playfully linking her arm with her husband’s before walking away from the noise and fun from the party, their fingers intertwined as they gazed up at the sky. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper and her eyes fixed up on the stars.

"I love you more than anything in this world," kuku replied, his voice filled with emotion as his gaze fell on his wife’s profile “and now you’re mine forever, I can’t believe my luck” he smiled planting a kiss on her cheek. And as they held each other close, Y/N knew that their love would endure, forever echoing in the depths of their souls, a melody of love that would never fade away because she had always known, she saw forever in those big, kind, brown eyes.

THE END.

Lucia's notes: This is where this story comes to an end, I really hope you enjoyed this as muchas I did while writing it. If you have any ideas or rquests for some short scenario coming from this, please know, my ask box is always open and I'd be super happy to explore those ideas. 🥰🥰😍😍

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[gingerjunhan]

Heyyy! 🧈 anon once again!

I wanna request something, buts it’s gonna be kinda long!

I was having this thought of like, maybe your gunil’s friend (so you’re a bit older than the other members. Around the same age as gunil tho) and you’re like, number one loser ever. A one way ticket straight to loser town (in a good way).

Like, they’re kind of cringe and talk awkward, but they mean well. So Gunil is tired of them being weird and single, so he sets them up with Jun Han (can’t remember how to spell his name and it isn’t saved on my phone anymore 😭) but he doesn’t choose Jun Han for any particular reason. That was just the first member he thought of.

So maybe the fic could be that first part, just the whole process gunil is going through, and then the date with Jun Han and reader? (Kinda as a prequel to the last fic I requested)

Please and thank youuuuu🩷

☆彡 hi 🧈anon! Sorry this took me so so SO long to get to! I looked back on part one for “the lore,” so this turned into a sweet little high school au! I hope you enjoy it!

part two here!

word count: 1,501 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, high school!au | cws: (slight) My Happy Marriage spoilers, swearing, partially proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

Lunchtime had struck again, which meant that this was officially day three in a row that Gunil had to listen to you go on about the new show you started watching. He didn’t mind it at first, but with every new episode you watched, Gunil had to endure yet another lunch period of you squealing about your new favorite obsession.

“Oh my god, Gunil, they finally went out on their first date! It was so cute! He took her shopping, and then you’ll never believe what happened!”

“What happened?” He asked half-heartedly.

“Her sister showed up! Can you believe that? God, she’s such a bitch!”

“Wait, I thought they were already married or something?”

You scoff with a roll of your eyes. “You really don’t pay attention when I talk, do you?”

Now it was Gunil’s turn to roll his eyes. He didn’t mind that you were talking to him about your show, but it had been three days straight of him hearing every single thought in your head about it. There was no way he would be able to internalize every single detail you’ve told him.

“Look,” he started, “I’m sorry, but maybe you should find someone who actually has watched this show to talk about it with.”

“Like who?” You ask, voice laced with sass. Your friend circle was small, to say the least, and Gunil knew this all too well. You watched as he put some thought into his answer.

“Someone like… Hyeongjun!”

You rolled your eyes again, “Not this again.”

“What?” Gunil prompted with a smile. “Shows like this are right up his alley, and he’s a sweet guy! I’m sure you two would really hit it off!” Hyeongjun was one of Gunil’s friends who was a few classes younger than the two of you. You had maybe spoken to the poor kid once or twice, but that was only because Gunil was with you, so you had a mutual friend to bridge the awkward conversation gap. You weren’t great with people, and Hyeongjun mainly kept to himself from what you could tell- and yet, Gunil thought you two were perfect for each other.

“Gunil, I think the only words I’ve ever heard that boy say are, ‘yes,’ ‘no,’ and ‘thank you.’”

“Exactly! You just gotta get him out of his shell a little bit!” Gunil’s hands started to wave around as he spoke- a telltale sign that he was getting passionate about the subject.

You let out a sigh, allowing your thoughts to stir around in your brain. “It would be nice to talk to someone who may actually listen to me…”

“Yes!” Gunil cheered, causing some other people in the lunchroom to look over at him. He didn’t seem to mind. “You should say something to him at the end of jazz band! He’ll be willing to talk, I promise.”

“Okay,” you agreed somewhat begrudgingly. “But if this goes south, you owe me.”

“You have my word.”

☆

Your last class of the day was jazz band, and you couldn’t help but feel a lump form in your throat at the idea of having to go up to Hyeongjun and talk to him without Gunil present. Unfortunately for you, the time passed anyway, and your class was now over. The room was abuzz with the happy chatter of students all ready to make their way home or to their extracurricular sports or clubs. You eyed Hyeongjun, who was silently putting away his guitar. You looked over to Gunil, who was already watching you alongside one of his other friends, a boy who you believed to be Seungmin- a good friend of both Gunil and Hyeongjun. They encouragingly waved you over to Hyeongjun, each of them wearing a big smile on his face. With a sigh, you made your way over to him.

“Hi, um, Hyeongjun?” Your words came out a little shaky, and you really hoped he didn’t notice. You weren’t good with approaching people first.

He looked up at you as he latched his guitar case closed. “Hi,” he said simply, slight confusion lacing his tone.

“Um,” you stuttered, suddenly realizing that you didn’t plan out this conversation in your head at all, which is something you would normally do. You mentally cursed yourself for being unprepared. You swallowed lightly. “I was, uh, talking to Gunil at lunch, and he told me to come talk to you about, um, the- the new show I’m watching? He said you might also be watching it?”

“Oh,” he said with a small smile, rising to his feet and slinging his guitar case onto his back. “What show?”

“Um, My Happy Marriage?” You respond softly, hoping you didn’t sound silly for asking him if he’s been watching a magical romance anime. Much to your surprise, Hyeongjun’s face lit up into a bright smile.

“Oh my god, I love that show! I can’t wait for tomorrow’s new episode!” This was probably the most excited you had ever seen him. Granted, this was also the first real conversation you’ve ever had with him, so that wasn’t a hard goal to accomplish.

You smiled back at him. “So am I! I swear the new episodes are the only thing getting me through the week right now,” you chuckled a little, glad that this wasn’t as awkward as you were expecting.

“Me too,” he chuckled. “You’ll have to let me know what you think of the newest episode. I’ve gotta get home in a hurry today, but I’d love to talk with you sometime! I don’t know anyone else who’s watching this show.”

You nodded excitedly, “Yeah, absolutely! I-I’ll have to catch up with you sometime.”

“Awesome,” Hyeongjun smiled softly. “I’ll talk to you later.” With that, Hyeongjun double-checked to make sure he had all his stuff before making his way out of the band room.

☆

“Ugh, you dumbass!” Gunil chastised, completely forgetting about this half-eaten lunch as you relayed the entire conversation you had had with Hyeongjun to him for a second time. “You should’ve invited him over!”

“What?” You scoffed, “No way.”

Gunil groaned again. “You’re never going to get a date to the prom this way!”

“Like you could help me with that.” You roll your eyes at Gunil’s insistence.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The only person I’ve ever seen you flirt with is Jungsu.”

“That doesn’t matter!” He protests, pointing a finger at you. “The point is, I think you and Hyeongjun could get along. You don’t have many friends, (Y/N).”

“Ouch?”

“You know what I mean!” He stresses. “You aren’t the most outgoing, and neither is Hyeongjun. But as someone who knows you both, I can tell you for certain that you have a lot in common!”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes again; something that you’re now realizing is a common recurrence whenever Gunil opens his mouth. You suppose five years of friendship will do that to you. “I’ll try to talk to him again later today.”

☆

He had opted to tie his hair back today. That was the first detail you noticed when you finally mustered up the courage to talk to Hyeongjun at the end of jazz band again. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this simple action would’ve went unnoticed before talking to him yesterday.

“Hyeongjun?” You approach him, voice soft with a hint of nerve.

He turns and catches your eye as he takes off the strap of his guitar. “Hey,” he smiles.

“Are you excited for tonight’s episode?” You ask with a nervous giggle, unsure of what to say to get the ball rolling.

He nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah! If you want, I can give you my number and you can call me afterwards and tell me what you think.” His offer surprised you, and unfortunately for you and your bad poker face, it must’ve shown, because he let out a chuckle.

“Well a-actually,” you stuttered out, “I wanted to see if you maybe wanted to watch the episode together?”

Now it was his turn to look surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah! I-If that’s okay. I figured it would be easier to talk about it in person…” You looked away from his eyes for a second. Upon looking away, you noticed his nails were painted with a shiny black lacquer.

“That sounds fun,” Hyeongjun chuckled. You looked back up at him and noticed his smile. You wondered when the pink flush formed on his cheeks, but you chose not to think about it for too long.

“Awesome,” you smiled back. “I’ll go grab the rest of my things, and then we can start walking back to my place if that’s okay?”

“Sounds great,” he confirmed. With a quick nod, you turned on your heels to go grab your backpack and instrument. Once you were a few steps away, Hyeongjun shot Gunil- who had been watching the entire exchange- a look from across the room. He chuckled to himself, rolled his eyes, and mouthed, “I’ll text you later.”

[souji-upseta]

[SHOCKING QUESTION] what are your thoughts on jade harley.

i really love jade. all jades. all of them.

i've known girls like jade, who white knights (usually white men and boys) think is so frail, so in need of protection, who gets infantilized due to characteristics about her life and circumstances, and every time, i have just wanted to be like,

"bitch, you don't think god NERFED her the way he did because he was SCARED of what she could do to him if he didn't?!"

i'm so biased against my favs (striders striders striders) but i still think jadesprite is my favorite depiction of a splinter self interaction*. the voxus dub for her scenes was genuinely so upsetting to me, like, i think i told you, i put the let's read on to fall asleep to, but then i couldn't sleep after that?

it was genuinely moving and i could see all sides and it really spoke to the conflict of jade's character.

it was really uncomfortable in scenes where karkat would have to outright TELL her that she has to ask him before kissing him. i had to read those scenes through my fingers while trying not to groan. that was the point. jade be like that.

people tend to forget how selfish she can be, but i love that about her. there's some level of abstraction to a lot of the characters in candy, but i can def see it as a path she'd go down.

and her just. bumming around the davekat hive for 7 years. leaving her bras strewn everywhere. living her best life despite being a socially maladapted disaster person. leaping ass first into adulthood. getting her yiff on with some chess people. i aspire to that level of doing whatever the fuck i want.

i think she's really relatable in the epilogues because a lot of us just want to get our best lives on after spending so much time pushed to the side. others have pointed out, she was really the only one who seemed happy on earth-c.

and she's definitely relatable in a post-pandemic world. fuck, that girl is so lonely.

her "heroic" end in her pesterquest route hit a little too close to home for me.

the epilogues work very very well as a "failure of community" narrative wrt her character as well. it's really easy for me to see how she became such a shitty person in candy.

and like. well. at least, unlike her meat counterpart and teen retcon!self, she had a chance to be that on her own. so far, at least.

i really loved seeing her fight back against alt!callie in hsbc. i want so badly for her to just stop being a fucking chess piece—and i guess that's also the point of her character, heh.

i feel like ultimate dirk would have treated teen retcon!jade much better lmaooo. his intentions were shitty, but he would have. i could see it set up in every way to be a doc scratch callback and expecting him to be creepy af, and then... nah. that'd have been funny, at least. fuck, i need to stop talking about dirk all the time. gdi.

space players are a special kind of batshit, and require a special kind of nerfing by paradox space.

jade is the reason i have spent at least some part of 10 minutes every day for the past almost two months now hoping i got my player aspect wrong, lol. so much pressure and so much sacrifice, damn. i can't wait to see where things go with her.

believe it or not tho, i feel like i don't know her character that well or spend a lot of time thinking about her, so my interpretations might be off!

*besides ultimate dirk and younger dirk in pesterquest. because i love nothing in all of homestuck more than i love dirk's pesterquest route.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕋𝕒𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ☁️ anon request: HELLO BEE! I'M BACK!! Remember me?

Oh my- it's been awhile since I've seen your blog and requesting, I hope you miss me tho :)

Anyways, can I request emu x f!reader having taiyaki date? Also can it be oneshot and platonically?

I actually wanted to request this since months ago but I'm always late😭. And since the requests are open now, I hope I didn't late this time (Everyone is fast as sonic when it comes to requesting🥹)

Like always, take care of yourself and I hope you have a great day^^

- your first anon :D (☁️)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hiii!! OMG IT'S BEEN SO LONG How are you doing, dear? I swear I'm so so happy to see you ^^

Also yeah, I know requests can be problematic sometimes ToT But oh well, I'm happy so many people like my my writing hehe

But honestly, I really enjoyed writing this one!! So hopefully you'll like it too!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

It was no secret to Emu she loved taiyaki! And you as their partner knew it the best! She often brought it when you two were hanging out, especially at Phoenix Wonderland or at your place.

So... why not take her to restaurant that specializes in taiyaki for one of your dates? That right here was something you couldn't miss~ And what's better than making it a surprise since your girlfriend loves them so much?

"What if it's... Oh! A super duper cool slide!"

"Slide? No! Haha... I would've told you to dress comfy if I wanted to ale you to a playground."

"Slides still can be fun!"

"Well yeah but... maybe another time, yeah?"

"Sure! I don't want to ruin your plans! Let's see now... what else could o guess..."

Of course she was guessing the entire way! And to your surprise, she didn't mention anything with taiyaki?! It's a bit surprising, sure... but at least your surprise I'd going in good way so far!

And when you finally stopped in front of your date place, pink haired girl was in middle of thinking of another guess so she accidentally bumped into you.

"or maybe we're going to- Aoh!"

She took a while to look at you confused, then looked in the direction you were facing and you could see her face brighten immidietly! It's like her eyes were dazzling and she was jumping in.place, unable to hold her excitement.

"You remembered!"

"Hehe~ Of course! How could I not?"

You almost wanted to say it's hard to miss since she brings taiyaki so often and brags about it whenever she had one but... you decided to leave your little teasing for later~

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

"Yeah let's go!!"

Thinking you're gonna be the one leading was a mistake. When she spoke, she immideitly took your hand in hers and didn't walk into the restaurant... she ran right in! Naturally, dragging you behind her~

You didn't even had to speak as she immideitly asked nearest worker where you could sit and soon, were presented with various choice of taiyaki and how it's served. You were honestly surprised there was even so many... your girlfriend too but seemingly not as much. It's like she already knew about most and finally got the chance to try it!

"There's even ice cream taiyaki!! We should get lots of it too! Oh, but I want to try the one with chocolate as well! And strawberries..."

She obviously had a hard choice... and since it's supposed to be special date for her, you decided to give her free hand so she could enjoy herself more.

"How about this... we can share like... 5 different taiyaki's today and we'll come another time to try the rest?"

"Really?! Yes, yes!! I promise to pick the best taiyaki options that are here!"

She said with this determined look on her face, letting you know that despite it sounding like just few simple words, she was actually serious as her eyes wandered all around the menu, searching for the perfect taiyaki's!

Today you discovered how picky Emu can be when it comes to taiyaki... but one thing you need to admit... her choices were utterly AMAZING!! She picked 2 classics, claiming how they were her favorite and they indeed were worthy of that title. But she also got 3 taiyaki's that are rarely served the way they are... but despite them being a bit different, they were also great!

But the best thing wasn't great taiyaki's or soothing music that played at that place... the best thing was your girlfriend's face when she tried each of them. The way she smiled with those shining eyes, like a little kid who finally got their favorite candy~ it was simply charming <3

After the date was over and both of you were walking home together, she decided to do a little summary of the food you ate.

"First! Classic taiyaki with red beans! 10/10!"

"Hm... that's classic but good... Sure, let's give it 10/10. How about chocolate ones?"

"Hm... 10/10!!"

"Heh~ Well I dunno... for me it was more of a... 9/10? It just missed something to me..."

"Strawberry taiyaki!"

"Hm... 7,5/10. Not my tastes... How about you?"

"Big 10/10!"

"How are we gonna judge them fairly if you'll only rate them 10/10...?"

"But- I can't give them anything else! Taiyaki is simply too good for that!"

You could only sigh with small smile... guess she really likes taiyaki... but that only proves to you that she enjoyed this date and you honestly couldn't be any more glad~

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @hayillaaaaaaa @miguelito-maruti-blog - come get your smiley girl!

[crispy-bonnie]

Pretty Boy’s Friend PT. 2 — SPENCER X READER

alright ya twats , since you guys liked my previous spence x reader for some fuckin reason , i’m givin ya a sequel . after this , don’t expect me to write much more for criminal minds because that wasn’t who my target demographic was . if you’re still interested in reading my fics tho , you can find my masterlist on my blog ! i’ll be posting a shit ton of payday content so i hope you guys like shit about swat units and bank robbers . by the way , this oneshot is gonna be EXTRA shitty because i rushed it again lmao

[Y/N]: Hey Spencie, how fast are your fingers?

Spencer: I wouldn't say they're fast? My fingers can go at a pretty average speed, why?

[Y/N]: Just wanted to make sure for tonight's activities, that's all. I think you'll like what I've got prepared for ya ;)

Now, when Morgan passed by Spencer's desk, he was NOT expecting those words to be displayed right there in broad daylight on his phone. He didn't even think he would see anything like that on Spencer's phone at all. Sure, people have called the guy cute, but never straight up said something like this.

Morgan was so lost in thought that it had taken him a few minutes before finally processing the sound of an awkward cough from in front of him, causing him to lift his head up to observe who wanted his attention. It was none other than the nerd himself, Spencer Reid. Morgan couldn't make out whether his expression was mortified or embarrassed, but he knew damn well that it had to do with the texts on his phone.

“Care to explain, Reid?” He inquired as he raised a brow, motioning towards the screen.

“Listen, it’s not what you think. We’re just friends okay-?” Spencer was stammering, his face continuing to go dark with embarrassment when Morgan picked his phone up. He froze on the spot, and it was only after a minute or two of being in that same position when he realized that Morgan was just handing his phone back to him.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy. I’ll try to keep your secret but…no promises.” Morgan chuckled, winking at him with that devious smirk that Spencer knew all too well.

. . .

“SPENCER!” Garcia’s voice echoed from the doorway to the office, the sound catching Spencer’s attention as he stepped out of the elevator. Garcia’s heels clacked against the firm ground, her face seemingly one of shock. He opened his mouth to ask why she seemed in such a doozy, but she spoke before he could: “Why didn’t you tell me that you were friends with THE [Y/N] [L/N]!?”

“Well, you never asked…? I didn’t know you watched their streams.” Spencer gulped, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck nervously. “But erm- how’d you know?”

“I watched last night’s stream! You guys were playing a rhythm game of some sort but still. How long have you known each other? Do you think you can bring them over? I could get them a gift- What’s their favorite thi-”

“Listen, I have to get going. I can see if I can have them visit without Morgan thinking they’re my partner but…no promises.” Spencer shrugged, soon walking away whilst clutching his bag tightly. He wasn’t sure what was worse, what Morgan thought his secret was, or the fact that Garcia knew about it.

[trickstarbrave]

i will never turn down the chance to make nerevar sad

based on my idea from yesterday, which was inspired by shamat and riiju-lei from @mulberrycafe. dragonborn reincarnation of voryn dagoth out in the world, though so far it's really nerevar centric........ maybe that will change maybe not. (the db's name will be seryn tho i did actually name him)

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Nerevar approached the statue of Azura cautiously, anxiety bubbling away in him the moment the ordinators told him the Lady of Twilight was summoning him.

He’d walked so long as Nerevar he became Nerevar in body as well, fully assuming his identity as chimer king once more. “A gift” Azura called it the last time he spoke with her and he held his tongue. 

It was more of a curse as far as he was concerned. 

Was it not enough that he lost everything? Assumed the role of Nerevar to slay Dagoth Ur? Then he was tasked with bringing back worship of the Good Daedra, taking control of the temple, never to return to the life he lived before he was arrested and shipped off to Morrowind. Now he couldn’t even wear this incarnation’s face and his dunmeri skin, all the while he silently mourned all he lost as Nerevar as well. 

He had no friends or spouse after all. Closest thing he had was the wizard Divayth Fyr but well…. Time had warped the Telvanni mage as it does all things. He got harsher, cared less for people around him, more insular as he retreated into his studies. Nerevar didn’t really enjoy his company much anymore given he was only really interested in studying corprus or how his skin changed back to chimeri gold. 

But there was no use complaining about it, especially not to Azura. The dunmer needed him, as she said, and he was the only one who could lead them. All he could hope for was that in a few centuries he could disappear quietly like Vivec did and die in peace. 

“Ah, my champion.” Her voice was loving and overjoyed, as Nerevar found himself cloaked in violet light the moment he blinked, the statue now seemingly coming to life. 

“You summoned me, Lady Azura?” He smiled back, willing the feeling of love to bubble away in his heart rather than despair and anxiety. Hopefully what she tasked him with now would be something simple, or even better--she’d tell him he did enough as leader of the dunmer and could finally leave to die alone somewhere quietly. 

“Indeed,” She began, “It’s important news, one you should hear from me directly.” He waited with baited breath, unable to guess what she needed to tell him. There were too many options after all, and as kind as she could be when she played favorites, she was still a daedric prince one needed to show caution with. 

“The sharmat’s reincarnation walks the earth again.” All of the blood in Nerevar’s veins froze in an instance.

“... What…?” Dagoth Ur was back? But Nerevar cut him off from the heart! Red Mountain erupted, burying the thing in rock once again! 

“He doesn’t yet walk as Dagoth Ur.” Azura clarified. “But he carries with him Voryn Dagoth’s soul, in hope of redemption.” Azura continued, though it still didn’t settle well with Nerevar. 

“You know what must be done.” Azura warned him now, stroking his hair affectionately. Nerevar in turn stared up at her in confusion. 

“What must be done…?” She wasn’t asking him to kill someone just by virtue of being Dagoth Ur’s reincarnation, could she? Of the Three she was mercy, not senseless violence. 

She then smiled even more lovingly, despite all the worry and pain on Nerevar’s face. 

“I know what you must be thinking, and no, I am not asking you to kill him.” Azura stroked his cheek now. “His soul wants redemption, Hortator. See to it he does not fall to the heart’s influence again, and the two of you can make up for the past.” She then kissed his forehead. “This is my gift to you.” 

And then he was in the temple room once more, empty with just a statue looking at him and a heavy feeling in his chest. 

In the days that followed he thought over the conversation he had with Azura, trying to make sense of it with all he knew. Voryn’s reincarnation was alive and walking Nirn just like Nerevar did. Nerevar needed to see to it that he didn’t fall to the heart of Lorkhan’s influence once again and mantled Dagoth Ur to repeat all the strife and disease that the sharmat brought. And make up for the past….

It took several weeks, but Nerevar believed he finally understood what she was saying.

In the past, in his first lifetime, Nerevar was… Well, he was a good king, but not necessarily a good friend or spouse. He was headstrong, pushed until he got what he wanted, determined to a fault. At times he could even be quite cruel and ruthless, as that came with the territory of having to protect your position as king when someone came from as low of a background as he did. He kept secrets, lied, cheated, stole, whatever he could to get the throne.

For most of his life that he knew Voryn Dagoth, he considered Voryn his closest friend. More than that, he considered Voryn the love of his life, though he never had the nerve to pursue him. So many nights they stayed up late drinking, and he told Voryn so many secrets he’d never tell another soul. So many nights he spilled his heart to Voryn, being vulnerable with him, seeking comfort, everything except confessing the full extent of his feelings. 

And Nerevar, fool that he was, thought on some level Voryn felt the same way. Maybe not that he romantically loved Nerevar in return--that was asking for too much--but he thought that, at the very least, Voryn considered him a friend. That the nights they shared secrets, Voryn was being just as vulnerable as Nerevar, confessing things to him and him alone. That when he greeted Nerevar with a warm smile, that spark in his eyes was genuine and true. 

In hindsight that was rather foolish of Nerevar, but if he was anything it was a fool. Voryn was known for being secretive, lying, and manipulative. He cared about his house and his house alone. Why would Nerevar be an exception? The only difference Nerevar had from anyone else was that he was easier for Voryn to manipulate; all he had to do was act the part of a kind and loyal friend and Nerevar would unthinkingly spill all of his secrets and hopes and dreams. He helped Nerevar become king because it was advantageous for House Dagoth and nothing more. Only his ‘friendship’ with Nerevar got him more than he bargained for. 

At times, Nerevar had to make deals and negotiations that weren’t advantageous to House Dagoth, because as king he couldn’t play favorites. Voryn had assured him there were no hard feelings, but resentment continued to bubble away inside him as he was giving more than he was getting out of their friendship. Then Voryn’s brother, Gilvoth, threatened Nerevar at a party and Nerevar had to make a big show out of it to keep his power. He had to threaten him and Voryn. He had to seriously contemplate what sort of punishment to give the older mer, if he should cut off Gilvoth’s hands and fine House Dagoth. Nerevar didn’t want to necessarily; Gilvoth had only threatened him because he believed Nerevar was taking advantage of Voryn and said as much, and as angry as it made Nerevar he couldn’t shake that what Gilvoth said was true. Voryn, however, assured Nerevar he was loyal to Nerevar and Nerevar alone and nothing the other could do could possibly be taking advantage of him. It was likely just a ploy to get him to go easy on his brother, but it worked. He let Gilvoth off with an exile of a few years, purposefully not looking into it afterwards to see if House Dagoth was secretly helping him out or not when he should have been suffering alone and fighting to survive. 

And when they found the heart, all the lies were exposed. Voryn betrayed him, using the tools when Nerevar warned him not to. He was at least semi-lucid, no matter how mad with power he had become.  And Nerevar, idiot that he was, thought that confessing his love for Voryn might bring him back. Might convince him to put the tools down and return to his side. That Nerevar had no intention of leaving him to rot, but that he trusted Voryn with the tools more than anyone because he trusted his heart with the other just the same. 

And Voryn, no longer needing to use kind words and play along with Nerevar’s foolish selfishness, laughed loudly. 

“You love me?” Voryn nearly choked on his laughter. “I’m surprised a man like you even thinks himself capable of love!” Nerevar’s heart stopped hearing that, crumbling in on itself as he felt cold and hollow despite the heat of the heart chamber around him. “As if I ever wanted your heart. As if I ever wanted that disgusting thing you call ‘love’.” Another sharp pain went through Nerevar’s chest like he was being stabbed. “Did you think of me as a lovesick fool? Did you believe I would rush to your side and beg for forgiveness if you offered me your heart?” Guilt hit him next as he tried in vain to swallow the lump in his throat. 

“You are the fool here, Nerevar. A stupid, almost pitiful fool. As though using me for centuries and then leaving me here to rot wasn’t enough, you genuinely thought I would want the disgusting affection you offer me?” Nerevar opened his mouth to retort, but no sound came out beyond a broken sob at the cutting words. “The only thing you can offer me of value here is your death.” 

Again, hindsight made it clear just how stupid of a decision it was to make. Why would offering his heart to Voryn make any difference? Voryn ‘betrayed’ Nerevar only because he was tired of being used and abused by him. Tired of playing along with his foolish plans and suffering the consequences. Even though using the heart was a fatal mistake that would eventually warp him into the monster known as Dagoth Ur, he had initially done it to protect his house. A house that fell alongside Voryn, scattered from persecution and having to give up their identity just to escape with their lives. In honor of Voryn he tried to spread the history of the sixth house so they could be mourned properly, but descendants were slow to come forward, terrified of the bigotry and violence they would face. 

Azura told him of this reincarnation for a reason. Nerevar can’t truly undo all the harm he caused Voryn in the past, but he might be able to make right by him this time around. He could ensure he didn’t fall to the temptation of the heart all over again. And he could make sure Voryn was safe and well protected this time around without selfishly shoving his feelings onto him like he did in the past. Nerevar was doomed to his fate, but Voryn didn’t have to be. 

Nerevar could make things right. He will make things right. 

He had to. 

--

“Are you certain it will work?” Nerevar questioned, holding the mask of Dagoth Ur once more. Powerful magic was cast on it, various seals stuck to it to keep the influence contained.

“Yes yes,” Divayth Fyr rolled his eyes, “I am positive.” He scoffed at the very notion it would fail. “More certain than even the potion I gave you could resolve your little corprus problem.” Nerevar’s eyebrow twitched at that, but he held his tongue. “I’ve done so much work with corprus I understand Dagoth Ur’s magical essence very well. The ritual will banish him and free any incarnation from the heart’s influence.” 

He had been working on this frankly monumental task with Divayth for several years now, and it was a relief it was finally done. He resisted the urge to run his hands across the golden mask that looked so much like Voryn’s face, trying to bury the romantic feelings deep into the pit of oblivion that had made its home in his heart. 

“Though I must warn you,” Divayth began with a sigh, “Given how long Voryn’s soul has been warped by the heart and taken in by Dagoth Ur, it will likely banish him as well.”

“What do you mean by that?” Nerevar question with a raised eyebrow. “You said the incarnation would be safe.”

“The reincarnation will be safe, yes.” Divayth clarified. “He will continue living on as whatever identity and life he made himself out to be.” He looked away briefly, not meeting Nerevar’s eyes. “But all of Voryn’s memories will likely be banished with Dagoth Ur’s influence all the same.” A heavy feeling settled in Nerevar’s stomach, as his grip on the mask tightened. “The man you knew as Voryn Dagoth will be gone with Dagoth Ur.”

“... That’s… Probably for the best.” Nerevar admitted with a sigh, tucking the mask away into his bag. 

“Hortator,” Divayth began, but Nerevar interrupted him.

“My goal was to ensure Dagoth Ur doesn’t return.” He continued. “Making sure corprus doesn’t spread anymore takes top priority, as I’m sure you understand.” The mage’s mouth formed a firm, straight line. “And if the price is just the reincarnation’s past life memories… Well, that is relatively cheap, all things considered.” 

“But Voryn was your good friend.”

“Was.” Nerevar clarified. “Voryn Dagoth has been dead for thousands of years.” It was the truth, however much it hurt him. “Voryn deserves a peaceful rest. All of the bad memories will fade, and the incarnation won’t even need to mourn losing any good ones. He’ll be free of the past, able to start with a clean slate.” 

Gods know Nerevar wished he had been given that chance. That he didn’t have to become Nerevar entirely. What could the dunmer Nerevarine have accomplished if he was free? Able to travel and see the world? Able to leave the past that was haunting him behind him? 

“... At least promise me this will be a last resort for you.” 

“But Dagoth Ur--”

“Azura said the incarnation didn’t walk as Dagoth Ur yet, didn’t she?” Divayth countered. “The ritual might be very painful and difficult for him. It will force him to confront Dagoth Ur, and even though it will give him the tools needed to push him away, it will still hurt him.” Nerevar couldn’t argue with that logic. As much as he wanted to free the reincarnation, he didn’t want to hurt him either. “Only use it if you must.” 

“... Fine.” Nerevar sighed, turning to leave with a levitation potion in hand. “Only as a last resort.”

[askaniritual]

You are very brave for the kpop opinion and it's always great to see someone contain multitudes in the things they enjoy. And that comment about SM groups was funny. Do you have any opinions on LOONA?

lol thanks anon

i am primarily an SM enjoyer, like sorry but i know quality when i see it and in my experience stanning groups from new companies with only one group tends to result in heartbreak (RIP to the fiftyfifty stans in the audience). that being said loona is one of the groups ive followed for a while so. my opinions on loona r as follows:

everything about loona from their very inception has absolutely radiated the vibes of a management company that has more money than business sense. kind of a reverse BigHit situation lmfao. like truly just everything about their concept and debut spoke to the worst excesses of kpop: too many members (not your bias though, shes an essential member)*, an absolutely bananas number of releases, and insanely complicated lore that they were never gonna be able to follow through on (my thoughts on kpop lore r like. a whole separate post lol). like lets be real if EXO couldn't make it work idk why anybody thought that the weapons manufacturer turned entertainment company (i know its a subsidiary don't come at me) was gonna be able to pull it off.

i feel like this sounds like i am critical of them, but i think their concept fucking slayed i just also think its pretty clear that jaden jeong is like. good at coming up with cool ideas and really bad at following through on them. like i am wishing for the best for the tripleS girlies but. not holding out a lot of hope that thats gonna go any better. in general he just seems to be bad at managing scope for his creative endeavors so the fact that blockberry was apparently just sending him wheelbarrows of cash and telling him to go crazy was like. probably never going to pan out.

all that being said i loooved their concepts, i thought their videos were really cool and the lore stuff was mostly well executed and it would have been cool to see if they had stuck literally any kind of landing on that. butterfly is a banger, star is genuinely one of my favorite english-language kpop releases and tbh like SUPER slept on (deserved to be a hit over dynamite thats for fuckin sure), odd eye circle is a hell of a subgroup (chaotic is my fav song of theirs), annnnnddd they slayed that cherry bomb dance cover. even tho i think what happened w them was kind of inevitable (and chuu especially didnt deserve that) im glad it seems to sort of halfway mostly worked out for them because the girls are talented!

*yes yes i know nct fan saying a group has too many members lol

[kumikuzushi]

~Lies or Love?!

Shindou Takuto x Oc!

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Miko was a social butterfly, she was an extrovert, friendly, out going and easily makes friends. The girl has no enemies. So raimon woudnt really be suprised if someone falls for the girl, tho a specific someone isn't really fond of the idea.

"Who what?" Shindou asked the male who was at the door of the soccer clubroom. The second year recognized the person.

He was also a second year student in raimon who is known for his gentle persona and pretty looks. He was a good kid, you could say both males know eachother and are in both's good sides. Well for now.

"Miko. I was wondering if miko is here" The student repeated as he smiled awkwardly. The name of raimon's teenage couch made the other members inside look at the door as curiousity eats them. "Heh? Who is that shindou-senpai" Tenma walks towards the door.

"oh.. I'm sorry to bother but miko said If I ever need something I would just find her here" He exclaimed.

"Are you hurt?"

"er, no?"

"are you failing class?"

"no..?"

"are you here to join the soccer club?"

"no I-"

"then goodbye." Shindou said before shutting the door at the boy's face, the action made tenma gasped loudly as he looked at the 2nd year with an expression.

"eh.. shindou why did you do that" he sweatdropped. "He seem trouble."

"I thought he was kinda sweet" Aoi commented as shindou only looked away, "it was quite rude for you to do that shindou-senpai, that was quite surprising actually." Tenma said.

As tenma looked around to ask miko about the boy but his mouth closed as he realize the said girl isn't present. "Speaking of where is-"

"thank you so much Yamaha-san.." The door opened as a familiar voice came with it, the three looked back as miko comes inside with a flower in hand talking to someone, shindou glared at this.

"yeah! I hope you like them,, i think it matches you" He chuckled as he gave up a smile. The ravenette returned the smile as she bicked a small goodbye and wave to him before completely closing the door.

She turned around to see Aoi, shindou and tenma just near the door as if they were watching closing, She blinked at this.

"oh hey guys!" She smiled at them, walking towards them. "What's up"

"miko-chan who was tha-"

"who was that" shindou intrupted, his tone slightly perked up the ravenette but composed herself after a second - tilting her head in confusion. "Yamaha? Don't you know him" She asked.

"None which, why is he here"

"Oh, he came to give me a peace offering" The girl lips turned into a smile as she revealed a pink full blooming tulip as her fingers twirled the plant around.

"Wahh! That's so nice of him! And it smells amazing too!" She nodded.

"You hate pink tho" Shindou revealed as miko pouted at this. "Hate is such a strong word shindou, it's not exactly my top colors but it's still very beautiful"

"he said 'he thinks it matches you' if it matches you then woudnt he have gave you purple anemones"

"oh shindou, the boy just wanted to give a flower, why be so specific-"

Miko stop herself midway, blinked in slow realization. She blinked again to look at the sophomore

"how did you know I like purple anemones?" Her lips slowly craved into a bigger smile, her cheeks plushed with a small tint of blush.

"It's your favorites of course we would know it." Shindou replied as he started to walk away.

"We didn't know-"

"If a guy can't give you the correct type of flowers in the first then thats a red card."

Miko giggled at his remark, "oh shindou,, you're silly sometimes" She spoke as she catched up with the male.

Remained Aoi and tenma who looked eachother. "There's flowers called anomones?"

[daidoruyume]

Chapter 12 Meeting the not so idol-like idols

I'd say I'm quite lucky. I study in a nice university, I have a good job, I live in a pretty good apartment and, oh, don't envy me, but the idol I've been stanning for years, my absolute favorite one, is my girlfriend. Try beating that! I woke up to her voice, since it was my ringtone. Once I checked my phone, I saw there were messages waiting for me.

good morning 🌞

did you sleep well? 😴 

let's have a nice day today too

i can't wait to spend some time with you

and to introduce you to the girls

good morning!!

i did… and you?

im very excited for today…

i still can't believe this

i was a little anxious but i did sleep well eventually 

well, you better believe it

because i will make you the happiest girl in the world

❤️

you're very flirty aren't you

i like that though

hehe

i hope we get the opportunity to flirt a lot

i have practice now 😞 

i'll send you some pictures later

exclusive content you can't have even in the fanclub

when are you free today?

i'll be looking forward to that!!!

i don't have work today so right after lunch

again im very excited

kay

i will have someone pick you up so dw

im excited too 

i have to introduce you as a friend though 

if you dont mind that

it's okay

it's better to be careful

so tge don't know you're gay?

not yet but I'll tell them soon

and then i will introduce you properly

i promise

sure♡

i'll be your #1 supporter

you're the sweetest girl ever

that's why i love you so much

uhhh

gtg :(((((

will be back soon tho

plz never hesitate to send me a message 

i'll be waiting for it

♡♡♡

i won't ♡

i have classes soon 😩 

enjoy your work day♡dont push yourself too hard

you're really good at this support thing

you too

 I went back to my routine and did everything I had to do… with a lot of happiness in my heart.

☆☆☆

  My classmates didn't know, but I was the luckiest girl on Earth. I guess my happiness couldn’t be helped. I tried my best to pay attention to classes, but I Kept thinking about how my day would go. After a few hours, that same car from yesterday brought me to the place Miyuu chose. I was thinking about what to tell that complex-looking woman when she started speaking.

 "You know... Miyuu is a very special girl. I haven't been the best mom ever, but she is the best daughter out there. She is quite annoying at times, and she stands by her youthful and somewhat foolish world peace ideals, but she is extremely sincere. She cries like a baby so often that it just bothers everyone around her, but she can make even a person like me smile. She loves you dearly. I know she would never fall in love with someone that didn't click with her, and with whom she couldn't have a reciprocal relationship, but I have to warn you, Mikami-san." She spoke so beautifully, So I waited for the next pretty words. "If you break her heart, I will find you and break both of your legs." She seemed serious, but washed it off with a laugh. This woman… We arrived, with me being unable to reply. 

 I was sent to the same room as yesterday, and had to wait for a few minutes. Soon, Miyuu entered the room quite softly.  

"Sorry to leave you waiting."

"I-it's okay! H-how have you been?" I was still anxious, it seemed.

"Fine. Practice was tough, though. And you?"

"Also f-fine… I've been waiting for this moment the whole day." I wished Miyuu came closer to me, then I realized I could take those steps myself. So one, two, three steps later, I was closer to her. 

"S-so, c-can I hug you?" For someone that had kissed me twice, that was too cute. I opened my arms, inviting her.

☆☆☆

 We talked for a while, and soon the girls arrived. I had met them before, but only as their idol-selves. And Miyuu warned me, saying they could be a little... too much? The story Miyuu told me she would go by is that we became friends in the infirmary that day, because if she said we just met out of nowhere, they could remember I was a fan. 

 "Miyuukiii~. So, you're introducing her?"

"Y-yeah…" She gave me a sign to introduce myself.

"I'm Mikami Yuuka. You can call me Yuu-chan. I have been a fan for a long time, but Miyuu-san and I were able to become friends…"

"Please be nice to her, she's a really good girl." That made me blush a little…

"Well, Miyuu-kun has friends outside of the group? That's a miracle." Rin said, laughing. "God, you're gonna hate idols after meeting the real me." That scared me a little.

"I'm really happy my sister has a friend! She can be hard to understand sometimes, so be patient." Said Anna.

 They talked to me one by one as if it was my personal MC session. But, when it came to Yume…

"Yumecchi, you're not gonna say anything?"

"Huh! That's a new low for you, she has absolutely no class. The way she dresses, that hairstyle… and going on a diet would be good for you, Mi-something-san." Wait, what…?

"Ugh, d-don't mind her, she's just joking." Miyuu had a troubled face, and Yume had left. 

"She's always like that… Seriously, that girl gets on my nerves. Yuu-chan, you're very welcome to the family and we're so happy you're in her life. Miyuu talked about you ever since the concert, nonstop. Please don't mind Yumeko-san." Keiko said wisely. Her words did hurt me, but I remained strong. I was able to talk freely to the other girls afterwards, and the pain eased.

 Those words, I’ve heard countless times before, from people who claimed to love me and for people who explicitly hated me. But I still had this more pure image of Yume, that was destroyed in a few seconds. I got to learn that their relationship isn’t really good, and that her “chara” of being sometimes curt or mean to the other girls isn’t actually a chara, but she being herself. Again, I felt bad, but the other girls’ kindness compensated for my pain. 

 They are a little different than the idols I knew. Rin is… she is very sincere and straightforward, but half of her vocabulary is swear words or… filthy, indecent stuff. Like, she says it all so fluently. Ayumi is just as shy, but also shines so much when she has the opportunity to talk about her academic life. Keiko really does act like the mom of the group, and is really cute to see. But she also doesn’t restrain herself so much when compared to how she’s onstage. Satomi is more playful, I think they let themselves be more free… Anna is pretty much the same, I’ll admit. Yuzu is a little like Rin, and I swear to God she was hitting on me…? Maybe my confidence skyrocketed because of Miyuu, but she was really flirty and Miyuu got all defensive. It was kind of cute. 

 We had a lot of fun talking, and then we went to the kitchen where Keiko started cooking for us. She said she wanted me to taste her food, and that she was really excited for that. I was really happy. They brought in a guitar and Satomi started playing it, while they sang acoustic versions of their songs. It felt really good to have people I have been following one-sidedly to finally perceive me as a person. The Yume incident aside, I felt very blessed. Happily, we ate the great meal she had cooked us and it felt overall very warm and comforting. 

 One by one they left, only Anna remained there and I assumed they lived with their family. She went to her room and Miyuu took me to hers. It was… very Miyuu-like, I guess. Many anime posters, lots of photos of the girls, very yellow (her favorite color). Her wardrobe, despite being an idol, was very simple, and she told me there were some fabrics she simply couldn’t wear, and that she liked the combo of pants and rock T-shirts. It suited her, I guess. That photo we took remained in a special place, in great view, as soon as you entered the room. The chekis we took in events were also placed in special places in my own home, but I felt like I was too crazy of a fan for her to see, at least for now. I didn’t know if she would be happy or not with how otaku I was when it came to midnight. 

 “So… sorry for that, earlier, she… she has it tough, okay?” Miyuu sat on her bed, and signed me to sit with her.

“S-sorry… I don’t feel really comfortable… sitting down on your bed.” Miyuu blushed, and I did too, so I explained it to her. “I have OCD… I don’t really like sitting on my bed with clothes I went out with, and I would feel bad if I were to sit in yours, even if you don’t mind it.” I felt a little silly…

“T-that’s okay! Uhh, can you sit in this chair here? It’s not that comfortable, though.” 

“I-it’s fine! Thanks… for understanding…” 

“It’s okay… I’ll always understand your don’ts and won’ts. Don’t worry, ‘kay?” She reassured me. “B-but I really want to tell you to not hold a grudge… Yumecchi is hard to understand… I think I came to understand her pretty well, but she’s very uneasy. Time will make you two friends, I promise.” 

“That’s okay… like, it made me upset and all, but… I’ve been through it before. Many people have been like this to me. I’m not new to that.” I replied quite sadly.

“M-me too… and I’ll scold her, and talk her through it… but… I shouldn’t tell anyone this, but she grew up with a very abusive mother… so much so that she blames her for all of the bad things that have happened with her, so it’s not a surprise she would turn out like this. She doesn’t really know kind words and love.” Miyuu was a very empathic person…

“I will do my best to not think bad things about her. But I want you to tell her she crossed the line, those aren’t things you tell people. Especially if this person has always wished for your best.”

“O-of course.” Miyuu held my hands and gave me a little smile. “I’ll… I’ll always protect you, Yuu-chan…” That made me really, really happy. “T-there’s something I want to give you.”

“S-sure… what is it?”

“Close your eyes?” I did, and in a matter of seconds, I felt Miyuu’s soft lips melt into mine. “S-sorry, it’s not the kiss… you just looked so cute, I couldn’t contain myself.” Oh, Miyuu… I giggled and waited for what she had for me. “S-see, I’m an artist, right? I have this… please don’t find it creepy or anything like that.” She placed something in my hands, and then I opened my eyes. It was a purple wooden box, very decorated. I opened it, and there were many drawings of me. 

“Oh…”

“I-it’s okay if you don't like it… I just have been drawing you over the years, and I kept it here, a-and… wait, don’t cry!” I didn’t realize I was crying until she said that… it was really, so pretty… I felt so loved… I hurried up and gave her a hug. 

“It’s the cutest thing anyone has ever done to me… and you’re so skilled, Micchan…” 

“You think so?”

“Yeah…” She hugged me back. “Can we stay like this for a while?”

“I was going to ask you that, actually…” I could smell her sweet, delicate scent… she was also a great hugger, I was so happy. I wondered what she thought of me. Seemed to be only good things, from how tight she kept me into her arms. “Yuu-chan…” She called for me, her voice muffled by my shoulder. 

“Y-yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t… you don’t have to ask for it. You can just kiss me anytime.” I tried to be more assertive.

“R-right.” Her face grew closer to mine, and I closed my eyes, anticipating the kiss. It felt like I was in the embrace of an angel… w-well, not that you should be kissing angels anyways, but Miyuu had this… aura, something I couldn’t come up with words for. Something only she had… For the first time, her tongue entered my mouth. I was caught by surprise, but I understood Miyuu was a very passionate person, not just when it came to performing. I let her have her way with me, like it felt it would be a waste to do otherwise. She slowly but quite boldly pinned me to the wall, and her kiss was even more intense than before. I felt like I was melting into her, and I was surely running out of breath. She stopped for a moment and that gave me the opportunity to breathe, but when I thought it was over, our lips met again... It felt magical, and maybe I was a little scared too, but it was a good experience overall. 

 Miyuu had a strong grip on my body, as if she was claiming me. I couldn’t help but feel like my soul was about to be separated from my body… I loved her so much, I had wished for this to come true for so long… and I had her, right there… she was a little rough, although gentle at the same time, if… if that made any sense. I felt like my brain cells were giving in. She parted our lips again, and looked at me with an expression I have never seen before.

“S-sorry for being so… impulsive…”

“I-it’s okay.” I didn’t mind my own words, still quite numb from the sensations of our kissing, so I said: “I’ve fantasized about this for so long anyways”, without realizing those words had actually left my mouth. Instant regret. Miyuu opened her eyes and stared at me for a few seconds.

“You have?”

“W-well, I…” Would I ever have the courage to tell her I even wrote fanfictions of us two? Wasn’t that, like, too much? I felt like a loser and this time my soul had definitely left my body! “P-please forget that…” 

“I don’t want to rush… but whenever I’m with you, my brain doesn’t really work!” She confessed. “I wish I could be with you 24/7.” So that’s the effects of being separated for so long, huh?

“Me too… but I don’t think that kissing me like this is rushing… I think it’s okay.” Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was too in love to think straight. But we both wanted it, right?

“R-really?” 

“Y-yeah!” Before I could say anything else, Miyuu kissed me again… it was quite late when I got home, but I guess it was worth it… Miyuu was very talented, after all, so her being a great kisser wasn’t a surprise at all. She was just perfect in every way. And she was my girlfriend… I squirmed in bed, thinking of that, before I could fall asleep. Needless to say, we met in our dreams again…

 End of Part I.