#i know bleach is trying to make a comeback

[bleach-your-panties]

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I'm doing some brainstorming 🤭

[aronkiepronkie]

haikyuu is having a comeback guys and i need to express my extreme obsession with kenma so lipstick testing ok lets go

your phone rings with kenmas display name glowing on the screen, 'pudding head', it reads. after a few moments he wakes up, answering the phone in a groggy voice. "yn?" he voices out your name and audibly clears his throat. "hey you. come over, i need your help with something." you chirp and ruffle through a bag, lipsticks, lip stains, lip gloss, and even chapstick clanking loudly against each other, kenma hums in confusion when the sound escapes his phone speaker. "come over why? are you gonna do something evil..." he sighs. "just get over here!" before he gets to respond, you hang up and text him hurriedly. "i'll be waiting".

your phone dings, causing your shoulders to jump and you read the notification. "pudding head: knock knock". you spring out your chair and run to your front door, opening it to reveal kenma, in his usual red sweater and he itches his scalp nervously. "are you gonna tell me what happe-" you cut his sentence short by dragging him by the arm and shutting the door loudly, pushing him into your room. kenma has a tendency to observe your room every time hes in it, no matter if it hasn't changed whatsoever. his eyes pause at the absurd amount of lip products splayed on your desk. "uh..." he breaths out. he looks back at you with literal concern on his face and points at it in confusion. "why?" "we're going to do lipstick testing! sit down." he obediently sits down on your cushiony bed and stares at you with expecting eyes while you grab a hand full of lipsticks. "how are you gonna go about this? why do i need to be here...?" he mumbles as you grab makeup wipes, his eyes following your figure as you move around. "just wanna try some colors out on you." you tell him simply and smile at him, dropping lipstick containers into his lap. "on...me?" kenma glances down at the lipsticks and tilts his head to the side and points at himself. "yes, you." you say with a smile, pulling out a few hair clips, some in star shapes, some in hearts, some normal ones, and some sparkly ones. "which one should we use, hm?" you ask him, displaying one of each on your hands. "...why do i need to pick?" he looks up at you with big eyes, his golden eyes meeting with yours for a few seconds before looking down shyly. one thing about kenma is that he absolutely sucks at eye contact, especially during more intimate moments or when your close to his face. "because its going in your hair." he stares at the hair clips, seemingly deep in thought about which one to choose just for him to say a quick, "i don't know." you sigh and put all the clips down. "then i'll choose!" you take two baby blue star clips and lift his face up gently, clipping his silky long blonde out of his face. it truly is a mystery on how hes able to keep his hair so soft and silky even after bleaching it. you start applying a red lipstick on your lips and grab his squishy cheeks, pressing your lips against his soft, slightly chapped ones and he kisses back eagerly. his hands instinctively go to your waist, making an attempt to drag you closer to him but you pull away, he pouts. "why'd you-" "this is lipstick testing kenma, not a makeout session." you chuckle sweetly at his wide eyes and red blush, ruffling his long hair and reaching for your makeup wipes.

after awhile, kenmas soft, blushing face is covered in kiss marks, a variety of reds, pinks, and nudes contrasting with his pale face. "alright, all done!" you exclaim and admire your work with a proud smile, your palms still holding kenmas warm face. "you're done?" he asks, disappointed. "i still want more kisses."

[ateez-himari]

[241113] GANGSTER OFF-DUTY

[NEW MESSAGES FROMM HIMARI]

[AM 1:09] Ice on my teeth on my, white teeth ✨ Atiny, are you ready for the comeback ? It's one of my favorite concepts

[AM 1:09] I like the pink hair too! 🩰My hair was already bleached grey for the concept photos so I figures that I might as well try another color

[AM 1:10] Omg yeah! My outfit was so cool...I felt like an actual crime boss when I put it on for the first time. I mean a lace bustier and Versace suit jacket ? Come on

[AM 1:10] I actually made the lariat necklace myself because I thought it would go well with the deep v-neckline, the rings were mostly gifts from Donatella

[AM 1:11] Ahh you guys noticed ? It's true, for the first time since our debut I'm the main producer on all tracks and I'm so glad our team trusted me so much

[AM 1:12] I know, I cried too when Sannie oppa sang 'Enough' on Leemujin Service (I went with him to the recording)

[AM 1:12] It's a very personal track because the lyrics are speaking to the version of myself that was in pain, so it's practically raw, kind of like my lines in 'Mist'

[AM 1:12] When I was recording the demo for the members, the 'God Damn' wasn't written into the song, it just came out naturally because of how I felt and I kept it in

[AM 1:13] I watched Arcane too, Yunho oppa and I binged it last night! I can't believe they let me make the song 'Paint The Town Blue' for them...

[AM 1:13] Yeah, singing in English was challenging but I think it turned out well! You can't really hear my accent that much since I practiced for a long time

[AM 1:13] You're right there's a lot of side projects that Tiny didn't know about ㅎㅎ But they'll stop for a bit, since I work in the music industry it's not always good for my hearing to be around noise constantly, so most of what's going to come out has been recorded before my hiatus

[AM 1:14] My instagram caption...? 🤔It's just a random sentence I don't know why you guys are looking into it so much

[AM 1:14] Ohhh! I didn't know that was part of G-Dragon sunbaenim's hidden tracklist now I get why everyone's been so suspicious of me lately

[AM 1:14] It would be nice to work with him...Too Bad I'm on external work break 🐉

[AM 1:15] Right now ? I was just reading a book that RM oppa sent me before I decided to talk to Tiny, then I'm making dinner for our dorm

[AM 1:16] I was originally supposed to room with Jongho oppa and Wooyoung oppa, but then they realized no one in the third dorm could cook so they moved me there

[AM 1:17] ㅎㅎI just saw someone say that they made Viktor attractive in the new season, you're right...the emo phase hit him well

[AM 1:17] Of course my boyfriend is way more attractive, there's no comparison 🤧But a girl can have her fictional crushes you know...

[AM 1:18] I'm so happy someone noticed! They put small grills on my canines because they look like little fangs, so it made them even cooler

[AM 1:18] Nuh uh I didn't steal the lip chain accessory from the MV set, I just borrowed it to take some pictures afterwards

[AM 1:18] I wasn't trying to tease you guys with it 🥺Just make a spoiler that no one would think twice about until the video came out I'M SORRYYYY

[AM 1:19] I sooo wasn't naked in that instagram post...I just wasn't wearing pants, there's a difference. But the members never wear shirts anyway!

[AM 1:19] Did my brother tell you guys to reprimand me about this ? Well for the record tell him to stop showing his tits off on my feed 🤧

[AM 1:20] Well...no I'm not wearing any pants right now...but it's my sleeping outfit! My underwear is really cute though it has a little ribbon! I got them yesterday with Mingi...Seonghwa oppa wanted to come until I told him what I was shopping for

[AM 1:20] Of course I'm not drunk! The boys talk about their underwear all the time so I'm gonna talk about mine 😤

[AM 1:20] One second, I'll show you guys where he is...I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago and found him like this, I'll have to wake him up to eat soon

[AM 1:20] Oh, this is Kyo. He's a stray I brought home not too long ago and he usually sleeps in my bed, even when Mingi's here

[AM 1:21] I didn't do much today, I just went to see a few industry friends, got some painting and sketching done...even with dance practice it's one of the most peaceful days I've had in a while

[AM 1:21] You're right, not working feels great ㅎㅎ Anyway, I need to get started on dinner now Tiny, I'll talk to you guys very soon!

[AM 1:21] I'll do my best during our promotion schedules so be ready ♡ Love you so much, kisses!

Translated from Korean by Google

[muzansfangs]

Hello. Its been a while since i saw that giant aizen requests in some bleach fan page i want hear your thought about this (MAN that's the craziest thing EVER but also its fun😅)

There is a community called G/T(means giant/tiny its sfw and it can have fearplay or fluff or even both)

i think imagining aizen in this case will be anyone's nightmare but still cool😏😁

Giant Aizen Sosuke and how his condition would affect his relationship with his significant other.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader;

Format: head canons;

Warnings: fluff, some fear play and Aizen being the absolute menace he has always been;

Plot: If Aizen Sosuke was a giant, what would happen to his relationship with his significant other? Would his behavior change overall? What could happen to the world? Would his condition be detrimental to his plans?

Author note: It is rather rare for me to put the ‘author note’ on the top of my works, but since I am unfamiliar with this field and community, I felt like apologizing ahead of time if I have not centered the topic. I did not plan to write this request now, I have already written down a list of works with ‘TOP PRIORITY’ to take care of, but when the right inspiration for something strikes me… Well, guys, you know me. I have to write down whatever crosses my mind. As per usual, feedback is greatly appreciated, especially from people who might have experience with this scenario!

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• Aizen Sosuke is already a menace with his standard height. Now, if he was a giant, what do you think would happen? Oh, guys, world domination is coming. Nothing could ever stop this man from achieving his goals and I believe his condition would make it actually easier for him to literally squash down onto the concrete his opponents, seeing them as nothing but ants.

• Destroying things and enemies with a snap of his fingers became an hobby for him. He did not even had to wield his sword, most of the times. Thus made his confidence boost, naturally.

• Albeit he constantly needs to calibrate his strength, or else he is going to demolish everything around him, Sosuke mantains his grace and he does not need to put much effort into reducing the impacts of his limbs on his surroundings. It comes natural to him.

• Expect a lot of sassy comebacks from him, when Yamamoto or Ichigo try to slash at him. A shit-eating grin plastered over his face, he would literally swat them away like flies. Amusement rather than annoyance filling his eyes.

• “Midges are truly pests, don’t you agree, darling?”.

• Obviously, he actually becomes the Soul King and haa no qualms about anyone, but you. Always by his side, nestled into his pocket, he never leaves you alone. He can not risk his enemies hurting you, his most precious thing. Wherever he goes, you follow him. Maybe it would be more appropriate saying he would ‘carry you’ with him. Literally.

• This giant villain would give you the moon, if you wanted it. There is nothing he could not provide you with in his regular form. Just imagine whatn he would be able to do if he was a giant. He could literally eradicate the Eiffel Tower from Paris to give it to you. Your wish is his command.

• I believe he would be a little scared of hurting you. Stroking your cheeks and hair was not that easy what just his finger could break your spine. Sosuke was extra careful in touching you, but this would not be much of a problems. Years of experience helped him to adapt himself to the situation. There are times, though, when he would love nothing more than to hold you in his arms, nose buried into the crook of his neck. While it could be impossible to ever be involved into a tight embrace, Sosuke would work day and night for a solution: making you a giant too would solve a lot of problems after all.

• While you were frankly scared as Hell at the thought of going through such an invasive practice, forcing your body to transform into a larger one, challenging biology and human limits, he was a smooth talker and he persuaded you to let him try to turn you into a giant. He was a brilliant man, after all, he knew what he was doing. Also, the incentive of finally experiencing his hugs was enough to make you agree with his plan.

• Sosuke is not a man keen to lose control. Yet, when he does, his shouts literally make the ground shake and your body tremble in fear. You knew he would have never hurt you, but you feared his rage. His power, his reiatsu were amplified and all you could do not to evaporate, victim of a tragic and collateral damage, was running away as fast as you could, looking for shelter somewhere in your Fortress.

• “I will miss the tiny version of you. There is something endearing in having such a deep connection with you, a fragile being, that almost made me desist from committing atrocities” he whispered once, while holding you in the palm of his hand.

• While everybody feared him, you did not. Loving him came natural to you, his edges never scared you, not even a bit. How could you be scared when someone as powerful and cruel as him watched over you when you were asleep and got rid of anything that generated fears and insecurities in you?

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Geez, I hope that was not that bad! In that case, forgive me.

Until next,

X O X O

[uaremyjae]

My thoughts on my One Piece journey and How it’s affected me 🩷

This is going to be long ass post lol

I think this is the platform that I never knew that I will ever comeback to but you know because of one piece and deprived of Sanji, Nami & Law content, ✨ here I am 😁✨ *shamelessly comeback after abandoned tumblr for good 11 years lmao*.

Anyway, I just want to let out my thoughts on my one piece journey and how it affected me. So bear with me. This is only place I can talk about One Piece because other platforms I had is related to kpop * Yes I’m a kpop fan. HEAVY ON NCT. Neo Got My Back.*

I know about one piece way back when I’m teenager. It’s just I don’t start to watch it/ read it somehow?? Idk why 🤷‍♀️ I’m also confused to as why because I did grew up watch anime like FMAB, Naruto, Bleach, Black Butler, K-On, Fairy Tail on tv. HECK I EVEN WATCH THE LONG ASS DETECTIVE CONAN TOO 😭

I think it’s because back in the day ( 2010 - 2017 ), I had lack of access to internet and not exposed to the series at all. Besides the local TV station here, only aired Naruto ,Bleach and those anime I mentioned . *I’m just 24 years old btw*

So around September 2023, I came across to One Piece content on TikTok and funny enough it’s Brook edit! I was so intrigued with this character and little did I know I watch a bunch of One Piece clip here and there on TikTok. To be fair, I am basically spoiled myself that time 😬 but I’m the type dgaf if I got spoiled because I won’t remember at all later on. 🤷‍♀️

So I decide to start watch it. First few episodes, my reaction was like “ Okay Luffy is an interesting guy🧐his body stretches and always smiled! He got damn hands tho ngl”. Zoro, my reaction was like “ahaaa SO THIS IS ZORO THAT EVERYONE KEEP TALKING ABOUT. Quite a Stud.”

Nami, interesting female character that I can relate because I like money 🤑 and her backstory is so sad. Ussop is also another character I gradually love over the time!

Then COMES MY HUSBANDO, SANJI. Man I have a thing for a man who can cook and looks good in suits. Sanji really makes me having my first anime crush ever! I DONT HAVE A CRUSH ON ANYONE IN NARUTO & Detective Conan but One Piece made me have one 🤧 *The upgrade from loving a guy that exist but doesn’t know you exist ( haechan,jaehyun & jaemin bb i luv you guys but Sanji 😮‍💨) to loving a guy who are not exist on this plane of earth 👀*

Little did I know I start to binge watch it. First day of watching, 30 episodes in 6 hours. 10 days later I already watch 325 episodes . but the show is so good! The story telling that oda created really hit home to me and the foreshadowing & lore he created makes me hooked unlike other story that I have read & watched.

Here’s the thing, to me every anime that I watch, I never like finish it . Sometimes I would just watch last ep and called it the day. This is not only apply on anime, it’s apply to western shows, my own local shows & k-dramas. So One Piece truly like solidified their place on my heart. I finally can understand why one piece are so loved for decades!

Also during those times, I hit rock bottom too. I quit my job because I was falsely accused for stealing shit at my work place and being discriminated by my ex-boss due to being the youngest one for my entire work.( everyone else was in their 40’s ). That time I was desperate as I need some money to achieve my bucket-list and want to lessen the burden of my family. Lord heavens knows what I’m going through, got death threats by that mf. Twisted the truth that causing my whole family cut ties with her severely. From there, I felt so stress and worried.

So One Piece is my way of escapism and it’s been a beautiful and exciting journey. Compared to last time, I took a 7 months breaks from works due to burn out & anxiety, this time it doesnt took long for me to overcome those situations and my “year-end blues” that I called is not as bad as before. I also has been actively try to get a job asap so I can buy an Ipad as I want to start learning digital drawing again after watching one piece.

One piece teach me it’s never late to start a new journey towards your dream! I used to dream to be a graphic designer or animators but my family don’t want me to be that. They want me to have that conservative jobs like working in government, an accountant etc. so essentially I gave up those dreams so I can make them proud of me. It’s been bothering me for so long as I felt like I should have go for what I want not what people want. At the end, I abandoned my accountancy knowledge and worked as an admin & a baker which I found a lot more less stressful that being an accountant. I guess what people describe after knows me personally being a confident, free-spirited & rebellious is just the way I am. AND oddly enough One Piece is just perfect manga & anime for me!

At this point, I already caught up with anime. I’m a weekly basis anime watchers now. I also has caught up with manga too. It’s been a huge revealing & fresh experience of One Piece for me. I felt like I being myself again! It’s weird but it’s the truth! I never felt so at ease and being seen. I just want to do what I want. It’s just fitting fate for me to be a One Piece fan!

That’s all what I want to say… if you really read this till the end. Thank you!

[formulaorange]

2023 Summer Anime

This is the anime season I've been waiting for this year:

Jujutsu Kaisen - Season 2 speaks for itself, long awaited, goated characters, fun action packed story

Bleach: Thousand year Blood War - Season 2 One of the best come backs of all time for an anime, the first season was absolutely worth waiting 10+ years for. Season 2 back to kill it again I'm sure.

Horimiya: Piece - 13 Episodes One of my favourite shoujo romance series. This isn't the second season but it's a lot of new content that didn't make it into the original series. Another one lots of people have been waiting for.

Another one of my all time favourite shoujo (?)/fantasy? series is coming back this season as well: Sugar Apple Fairy Tale This was such a brutal cliffhanger to leave us on in the first half and I honestly cried so much. This is a highly anticipated second cour for me. We also have Mushoku tensei season 2 coming this season. While I feel like it's definitely one of the top isekais out there, I'm not too sure how this second season will do, it seems a bit darker and has a different vibe to it. We'll have to wait and see. There's also a bunch of series that attempted to air in the winter series but were halted for one reason or another: The misfit at demon lord academy - season 2 The devil as a part timer!! - season 2 After watching what they did release originally, I feel like these series could honestly have been left alone and been such solid series. Who knows if they'll redeem themselves. NieR:Automata Ver 1.1a - it seems like this is only going to be 4 episodes, not too sure what's New Series:

The Girl I like forgot her Glasses A new romance series that looks straightforward and wholesome. Pretty much what the title says. It's done by an older studio, known for the 2012 anime "K". It seems like they're trying to make a comeback as they're also releasing the following show this season: The Masterful Cat is Depressed Again Today I've heard of the manga for this series and it's supposed to be quite highly rated but I honestly know nothing about it. My guess is that it'll be popular with the manga readers but likely won't get too much traction in the wider audiences. My Happy Marriage Historical romance series that honestly looks like it checks all the boxes for me. Arranged marriage by evil step-mother of a quiet girl to a supposed cold hearted commander with money. The quality animations are honestly a bonus.

Zom 100 I think this is exactly the kind of show that'll do well as an anime, it's big, loud, and stupid (in a good way). A 24year old salaryman realizes he never has to work again when the zombie apocalypse hits japan. Definitely a fun one to watch this season.

Helck This is a new fantasy/comedy series where a human - Helck, is nominated as demon lord. Big muscle brain who hates other humans and wants to destroy humanity. The manga was just released in english so I've heard the name around recently and think it'll be a fun watch. Dark Gathering A new horror/supernatural series where a shut in start working for a child prodigy psychic who wants to hunt down the spirit related to her mothers disappearance. Seems like it could be a half-decent supernatural series, it's been a while since I've watched one so i'll likely check it out.

Undead Girl Murder Farce Another interesting dark looking series. It's about a disembodied head who's a detective who travels with her half-demon friend and maid around Europe solving supernatural related mysteries. Liar, Liar A big brain battle anime about people faking each other out to win some kind of tournament (?) I know people like this kinda series quite a bit, like Classroom of the Elite so I figured I'd throw this in incase you're interested. Level 1 Demon Lord and One Room Hero A new comedy fantasy series that's popular in the manga realm. After 10 year the hero and the retired demon lord room together as the Demon lord tries to get the hero back in shape. What I wanted from Devil as a part-timer. Record of Ragnarok - Season 2 I honestly have so much fun with this series and have no complaints about the animation style, looking forward to the new battles. Along the same lines: Hanma Baki- Season 2 Easy brainless violence/entertainment Link Click 2 I really need to get to watching the first season, I know this is supposed to be an incredible series with solid animations. Fate/Strange Fake A new season of fate, animated by A-1 who'll be doing solo leveling. I've been putting off watching the series but honestly will likely try and catch up for this season. Sequels: Masamune Kun's Revenge R (season 2) Rent-A-Girlfriend Season 3 BSD Season 5 The Duke of Death and His Maid Season 2 Spy Classroom Season 2 Others/Isekai/Fantasy: The Gene of AI - technically just sci fi - detroit become human meets medical show Hero Classroom - honestly the one that has the most potential out of this list - Hero/Fantasy/Ecchi/School Genre Atelier Ryza - looks a little promising, new alchemy apprentice in fantasy world Reign of the Seven Spellblades - Harry Potter type fantasy school (but not really in a good way)

[m34gs]

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

13, 18 and 19

Hi dear, thank you for the ask! (from this post)

13. worst blorboficiation

I'm taking this to mean "worst blorbofication I have seen in fandom"; and honestly I'd have to say it's less a specific instance and more of a category to me. To me, the worst is when a strong, impulsive or hotheaded/angry, argumentative and/or sassy character becomes portrayed as "uwu baby who can do no wrong and who is always right and is very delicate and needs to be treated like glass at all times but also has the perfect comeback in every argument" (basically, a Mary Sue), and even more so if people force a masculine character to be feminine because "they're a bottom".

Just because they're loved by fandom, doesn't mean all their negative traits and flaws need to be removed. I hate that. Let characters be flawed.

While I would not go so far as to say the entire fandom does this in any instance (or even the majority, since I don't dive too deep into fandom to begin with), there are several popular characters I have seen this done to by some parts of their fandoms, including but not limited to: Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach), Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist), Izuku Midoriya (BNHA/MHA), Merlin (BBC's Merlin), and Naofumi Iwatoni (The Rising of the Shield Hero).

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Yasuhiro Hagakure's ability in Danganronpa. He's the Ultimate Clairvoyant, with a 30% success rate for his fortune telling. That's, like, actually pretty impressive as a success rate, when we factor in things like the butterfly effect and how a person's future is not determined just by their own actions but also by the actions of others around them. The possibilities are infinite, and you're telling me 30% success in predicting the future is *bad*??? Um, no. Game is wrong on that one, and I really really really wish more people paid attention to him as a character and his talent. I just think he has so much potential and I think his character could be more fleshed out. I kind of think he got done dirty in canon, honestly.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

I don't know if I really have something I enjoy that really makes me upset about it. There are some things I enjoy that I keep to myself because I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but like, in general I try not to beat myself up over liking fiction.

[mazur5s]

" i really hope that that's gotten through to your thick little skull, shah. " jon doubles down, resisting the urge to shove the kid hard against the wall, fuck he didn't think even joss would have this shit an attitude, especially not at SGP of all places. this little shit stain hides behind too much bravado and it takes a lot to also not bark a laugh in his face... but jon is not an unkind man and that would be an unkind act, " you could do with learning a few lessons in respect. you know why they still welcome me home like that at the bridge? it's cause i left my mark. i wasn't a cunt, i actually let people see my talent before they saw my attitude. i get a fucking heroes welcome.. in five years time when you've fucked off to some shitty saudi league and you try to make a comeback at your old manor, you'll be hissed off the pitch. like henderson. only they'll be booing not just for the transfer, but for how much of a little bleach damaged cunt you are. "

Taron doubts that nobody came running to Jon. He's careful, no matter whether that comes across or not, it's true. Last he checked, he didn't say anything awful while Mazur was around, so somebody had to have told him. He doesn't especially want to listen to this lecture, especially in Mazur's thick Cockney accent, but he knows well enough to pretend like he's listening. Nevertheless, Mazur's words creep in, whether Taron likes it or not, and he hears what he's being told. He can badmouth Southgate all he wants, but he can't do it here. He'll have to phone a fucking friend or something to get everything off of his chest. He doesn't want his time with England to end here. He has a lot to prove - he scored a fucking goal, for fuck's sake, and it's time that England started bringing some younger blood onto the pitch. They can't survive on Mazur and Ayoade forever, after all. "Heard, captain," Taron replies, though there's sarcasm in his tone. He's still putting on the appearance of someone who doesn't care, even if he truly, deeply, wants to keep returning to SGP - he wants to leave his mark on this country.

[kxkyuu]

Bleach Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Hi hi! We're gonna try this again! But Ima start early so hopefully I won't get overwhelmed! But since Bleach's comeback falls in October...why not make Kinktober Bleach-centric! Each fic will vary in length to not burn myself out.

I hope you all like who all I picked out. I tried to keep it to characters people would know from the anime! I will update this masterlist as I post!

So without further ado...The line up!!

Taglist signup!

If it's crossed out, it's completed

Day 1: Face sitting - Hisagi Shuhei

Day 2 : Against a wall - Kurosaki Ichigo

Day 3: Exhibition -  Hirako Shinji

Day 4: Spanking - Ichimaru Gin

Day 5: Uniforms - Kuchiki Byakuya

Day 6: Food play - Shihoin Yoruichi

Day 7: Strip Tease: Matsumoto Rangiku

Day 8: Size Difference: Zaraki Kenpachi

Day 9: Hate Sex - Hollow Ichigo

Day 10: Praise Kink - Kyoraku Shunsui

Day 11: Sleepy Sex - Ukitake Jushiro

Day 12: Body Worship - Hitsugaya Toshiro

Day 13: Sensory Deprivation - Tousen Kaname

Day 14: Temperature play - Hitsugaya Toshiro

Day 15: Collaring - Aizen Sosuke

Day 16: Nipple Play - Ichimaru Gin

Day 17: Pegging/Femdomme - Hisagi Shuhei

Day 18: Hand job - Ulquiorra Cifer

Day 19: Sex toys -  Ishida Uryuu

Day 20: Phone Sex - Kurosaki Isshin

Day 21: Wax play - Tsukishima Shukuro

Day 22: Thigh riding - Madarame Ikkaku

Day 23: Cock Warming - Abarai Renji

Day 24: Hunter/prey - Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Day 25: Vanilla/soft sex: Kurosaki Ichigo

Day 26: Threesome - Shihoin Yoruichi & Urahara Kisuke

Day 27: Corruption/Training - Aizen Sosuke

Day 28: Almost getting caught - Abarai Renji

Day 29: Period Sex - Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Day 30: Overstimulation - Ayasegawa Yumichika

Day 31: Monsterfucking: Hollow Ichigo & Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

[lilyswh0re]

gold rush - adrian pucey

date: march 20, 2022

summary: adrian is a gold rush

note: this is me projecting betty energy 👁👁

warning: ion know bullying?

a/n: this is my comeback.

a/n°2 (april 10, 2022): i edited this 😋 it felt empty the first time idk

tags: @loverssfevers @limerenze @ghostofscarley

Gleaming

Twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships

On waters so inviting

I almost jump in

the waters of the black lake rippled dreamily. the sun bled through the skyscraping trees, make your skin glow. the towel under you was warm and bumpy over the pebbles. not only did you feel warm outside, you felt warm inside. looking over at the black haired boy, who sat with his elbows on his knees and head tilted back. the sun bleaching his hair to a dark brown. his lashes breaking apart the shimmer of the oil on his rosy cheeks.

it took so long to get to this moment that it felt unreal. it felt as though you couldn’t turn away because it’d be taken from you. as though he would evaporate in front of you, turning into a cloud of black smoke, fading into the crisp air.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

Walk past, quick brush

I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

Everybody wants you

But I don't like a gold rush

you looked down at your plate. there was your daily letter. your daily adrian pucey letter. he knew it annoyed you. he knew how you felt about it. he knew that you thought it was a mockery. taking a muggle lighter in your hand, thumbing the wheel, and watching the letter catch fire, you looked up at adrian, who was holding a buttered croissant. it looked as though the croissant placed itself in his hand—even pastries wanted adrian. he didn’t seem hurt (he wasn’t hurt, he knew you didn’t believe that he could ever like you without there being another underlying reason) so he just nodded with an amused smirk. your skin felt hot like the burning letter in front of you as you watched him join his friends. it shocked his friends how mean you could be to him but he would still search for you in a crowded room. they couldn’t do anything about it either, they knew better. you knew as well as they did that adrian would not hesitate to drop them all for a second of returned affection on your behalf.

you knew there were eyes on you. judging eyes. wanting eyes. jealous eyes. eyes that would kill to be you. eyes that would want nothing more than to be on the receiving end of an adrian pucey letter. eyes who were confused as to how the golden boy could like you. you with your lack of tolerance. you with your pressed lips and scowl. you were confused too. that’s why you did not accept those letters or the way his hand would brush against your own when he handed you your weekly rose. that same rose you would take but press into your friends’ hands as you stomped away. your friends watched as you disappear, wincing from the thorns breaking their skin barrier. but how could he do that in front of your friends? in front of his? how could he embarrass you like that? how could he crush your bones and heart like that? how could he do things he doesn’t mean? especially in public.

but that boy is so beautiful that he creates dumb little fantasies in your mind. fantasies of long debates while drinking day old tea. fantasies of being wrapped in his arms while wondering around hogsmeade. but that’ll never happen. surely he knows that and you know that. so you watch as he shakes the sweat out of his hair as he runs over to hug his teammates. his hair falling into place perfectly, as if he had trained it to never look wrong regardless of how it was styled. sometimes wishing he’d run to you first instead of them.

you decided to go to the after party. the worst that could happen was that he’d try to talk to you, which he already did every day. this time he didn’t want to just talk. the music was loud so he leaned down so you could hear him.

“do i make you uncomfortable?” he cares how he makes me feel?

“…no.” it was a small “no”, a stupid “no” but he didn’t make you uncomfortable. just embarrassed and red. you could feel that heat spread over your face again.

“because if i do, i’ll stop sending the letters and i’ll stop giving you flowers. i only like you. i know you don’t think i do but i want you.”

“i don’t want to share someone with everyone. i don’t share.” you stepped away from him, seeing a green and pink film over the multitude of double people.

that night adrian felt a hint of how you felt every day. he too fantasied about what he could’ve said, about how he could’ve stopped you from leaving.

after that, he stopped sending the letters and stopped giving you flowers.

before the hogsmeade trip, you were called down to the common room, someone was looking for you they said.

adrian arrived at your tower with a large rose bouquet and his teammates behind him. they looked almost as discolored as you. “you wouldn’t have to share me with everyone or anyone for that matter.”

because it was like he had ripped a page out of your mind, all you could do is nod and accept how his body crashed into yours like a boat on a rocky shore, and accept how his fingertips traveled your back.

“wanna swim?” he looks over at you with lazy eyes.

you stand up, nodding, taking his hand as he stands as well to guide you into the waters.

[jawbone-xylophone]

The reapers stand ready for the harvest.

The earth boils and shakes at the roots of shallow provincial graves, while deeper in the grave bells begin to chime. It’s messy work, preparing the dead. They incubate in the dark warm earth, waiting for the milktooth flash of a gravedigger’s spade to crack the coffins and show the robin’s egg sky.

Birth is a messy business.

They’re unsteady, wobbling on brittle legs and coughing their first coughs through papery lungs. There are half a dozen explanations for the rings, the fine clothes, why some are buried so close together. Some say the god under the earth plays matchmaker. If that was true, though, then why would she make the little lamb graves?

Some of the stones have symbols- scythes, or eagles, or more. Skulls seem neutral. Lambs… everyone knows what lambs mean. They try not to talk about it. There’s a bit of a hack business in interpreting the rest, that they mean you’ll find love young or be left handed or have problems with authority. It’s all ridiculous. Even the rare double coffins hatch pairs that might be associates at best.

It’s easier to really tell what kind of person has come out of the earth after they’ve been washed, coughed or vomited or spat out the lingering gunk of the Sleep Before, and had a meal. Some of them don’t have teeth, some do.

People try not to think about the lambs.

It’s a beautiful time, the first few years. Bones constituting themselves out of dust, color flushing the hair like the comeback of the coral reefs. But there’s an appeal to the brittle white hair and sagging cheeks, something soft and hungry in the good way. This is a body ready to drink deep and devour the world. Hunger, after all, means you are alive, and fresh from the earth is when people are the hungriest.

Over the years the lines smooth, the birthmarks reverse. They start to lose their silver, their luster- it’s not uncommon to see people bleaching their hair, but the color’s never quite right. Too yellow, or worse. They tell you to read more not for reading’s sake, but to get in the habit of hunching and squinting so you never straighten up.

No one wants to be a lamb. Not yet.

The harvest comes up in droves, in Winter, followed swiftly by Spring. The uncomfortable season.

There are so many burials in Spring.

To live is to be hungry, and the rest doesn’t bear thinking about. Who wants to talk about lambs and midwives when there’s trees and clouds to appreciate? The devil in the sky laughs, turns the sun, steals a few more years so smoothly you don’t even feel it.

Some people graduate from canes, but those that never do look closer to death, beautiful. Reading glasses, walkers, the slow and brittle pace of the newly unearthed. It’s a kind of savoring, that lingering. What’s more beautiful than savoring the world?

(Here is where people will start to argue with me, because I have an answer.)

No one talks about the lambs, especially to the newly-dug. No one wants to stain the fresh wonder of seeing the sky. To protect them. To shield them.

But doesn’t the fact that the feast has an end make it precious? Doesn’t the fact that we don’t return to the earth alone mean something? Becoming a lamb is a mirror of rising from the earth- we lose our limbs, our minds, our speech. Vision loses focus, hands lose coordination. We even shrink. Isn’t that the earth calling us home, away from the harsh sky?

Seizing life with both hands and devouring is the honor and privilege of being alive, and yet people wonder where the custom of dedicating a last supper in your will came from. The duty of the midwives is sacred.

Let them eat well and return you home.

Prompt 2122

Write a story about a world where time moves backwards, and people live their lives in reverse.

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♡21: 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

warning(s): language, alcohol use, drug use, aaliyah and juyeon being a pair made in hell,

note: these are just characters and do not depict the actual people therefore the behavior of said characters won't be accurate to that of the actual people.

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♡ aaliya's point of view ♡

the door bursts open and in walks yeosang in all his glory with his freshly bleached hair done by yours truly...well actually the salon lady because she fixed it after i completely botched his hair.

it was cute tho, like "aye, go my little turtle shell!!" yeah he did not like that. he damn near threw a tantrum in my bathroom so i offered to pay to get it done professionally.

in all honesty, he set himself up by asking me. you will never catching me with bleach in my hands after i fried my hair off last summer. i wore wigs and beanies even in the scorching heat.

anyway, back to the story.

"you called me all the way over here to tell me a story you could very well say over facetime." he complains as he kicks off his shoes in the doorway. he's forever complaining but he talks in pout when he does so i can't say anything to complain.

"you're the one who traveled all the way here to hear a story you could very well hear over facetime so who's really the dumb one here?" thank minho for the good comebacks, i've pretty much trained myself to answer back since i'm always fighting for my life whenever he says something.

yeosang walks to my room leaving me to talk behind him. not before grabbing 2 bottles the nasty orange juice ryujin decided would be a great investment. now here we are with a 48 pack of them just chilling in the pantry.

when i get there i see him already laying on my bed on his stomach. i go lay down next to him and hand him the bottle. i see his face change as he takes a sip and i laugh.

"damn liyah, are you trying to poison me? what is this shit?"

"its orange juice. so do you wanna know what happened last december?"

"yeah, that's why i'm here." he comments making me roll my eyes at his smart remark and sit up. yeosang turned onto his back and laid his head on my lap and my hands immediately find their way on either side of his face and start playing with his cheeks.

"so what happened is that on chrismas eve we all gathered at mingi's apartment to just hang out and minho and juyeon came with a suspicious bottle which had their special eggnog that just tastes like straight up rum but thay shit still bussing." i start off the story and he looks me in the eye, listening to every word i say.

"why is it expected that either one of them would be the ones to bring heavily alcoholic eggnog?" he asks, picking up his phone, mindlessly scrolling through it.

"it's minho and juyeon, obviously they would. it was probably juyeon who made it too because that motherfucker doesn't know how to measure anything for shit." that causes a small and brief laugh from him.

"okay so what happened next?"

"so we all drank the cursed eggnog and ate the edibles that mingi had made the day before and it was great and all but then terry brought up the topic of mistletoe and i had told them i never been kissed under the mistletoe. thay lead to a series of jokes of me dying a virgin, which is true because i'm abstinent."

"biggest lie you've ever told." i will punch his pretty face. no hesitation.

"as i was saying. we ran out of snacks so juyeon and i, in our fucked up state thought, why not go to the store to get more. bad idea but anyway. ryujin screaming something about cameltoes and i tripped and fell on my face."

"the good stuff is never on video, i swear." he commented making me flick his forehead. one more comment and im throwing him into the tv stand.

"anyway, because of the many topics of conversation and my brain being all over the place, i tweeted that i haven't been kissed under the cameltoe."

"of course you would do that." i glare at him and he laughs, which is contagious so i laughed with him.

"so juyeon and i, drunk and high, walked to the store and because of the state we were in, we caused a lot of chaos and the store manager asked us to leave and we didn't want to so she called the cops. we were taken to the station and did a drug test and when they found out we were under the influence of weed, they arrested us and charged us for illegal drug use." after finishing my sentence, yeosang sat uo and faced me.

"aww, my girlfriend has a criminal record." he stuck his bottom lip out mockingly, reaching out to pinch my cheeks.

"shut up. that shut ruined my alcohol experience forever."

"you were charged for drug use."

"yeah, and that bail was expensive as shit."

"i cannot even question because i'm too scared of the answer." i pushed his forehead back and he hit me with a pillow.

we layed down talking until he had to leave.

thank you ryujin for drunkenly throwing your phone out the window of a moving car.

♡ aaaand that's a wrap... ♡

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Prominence [Pt. 2.4]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU CW/TW: Language, A Bit of Toxic Stan Twitter Genre: Comedy, Romance Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Seonghwa x Reader, ft. NCThree (Mark and Yangyang) Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 2.4K

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Notes: Hiiii I FORGOT TO CHANGE THE NOTES this is what I get for copying and pasting the format jfkgdhjkg Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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Today was January 22nd, and for some reason, as you prepared to record your comeback stage set to be aired next month, all you could think about was how much trouble you've found yourself in.

"That's a joke, right?" You leaned back on the waiting room couch while Mark and Yangyang shook their heads.

"Nah, (Y/N), it's been trending since yesterday," Mark frowned and turned his screen towards you, showing Twitter's daily trends.

#YNSHGetBackTogether

#YNSHFinallyBrokeUp

#(Y/N)LeaveANiMA

#NCTANiMADisband

#NCThreeDisband

"Boys, I'm so sorry," you took Mark's phone and tapped on the top trend, seeing all the tweets highlighting some of the revealed points of the relationship, all things you remembered, of course, and even some small things you didn't think people would catch onto. You left the tag and clicked the next one, but, right before it loaded, Mark took his phone from your hands. When you reached over to take it back, Yangyang took your own phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. "Hey! Wait, when did you put your Face ID onto my phone? Wait, that's beside the point! Give it back!" Yangyang only moved it out of your reach and deleted something from the home screen, before handing it back to you.

"We're putting you on Twitter ban, (Y/N)," Mark crosses his arms.

"What? How come? I'm fine!"

"Nope, we're doing this for you, (Y/N). Twitter's a toxic place and you don't need to see those strangers dragging you through the mud for no reason," Mark defends. "That and Suho suspended your account anyway..."

"Of course he did, I swear, he and Seojoon are out to get me sometimes," you crossed your arms and pouted, the statement being meant as a half joke. Another social media ban, it would seem. As much as you wanted to reprimand them, they had a point. Back when you first debuted, you and Yeseul used to stay up late at night translating all the tweets about your debut to Saeron and Jihyun but, the further down you went, the worst the hate got. You and Yeseul would just translate it incorrectly so that Saeron and Jihyun didn't get discouraged, but after that day Yeseul stopped reading them and you, meanwhile, kept at it. You said it was to better help with your Korean while maintaining your English but, really, you didn't know why you kept at it. Before you could continue the conversation, someone cut in.

"NCThree! Regroup," the stylist calls out with a mocking command. The three members appeared and saw the circle of stylists. You shuddered, whenever they did this it usually meant that they were going to toss you an array of outfits to try on to brainstorm future concepts. But, instead, you all saw a new face amongst the crew. "Everyone, meet our new stylist! This is Jeon Kyungjae," the main stylist gestured to the boy next to her. He was a rather plain fellow, actually, save for the bleached streaks and the obvious care put into his hairstyle. Regardless, he waved 'hello' and bowed his head.

"Thank you for this opportunity, I hope to make the most of my new job!" He announces.

"Aw, just do you're best and you'll be fine!" You reassured him. He looks to you with a wide smile on his face and you smile back, albeit awkwardly.

"Good you think so, (Y/N), he's with Jia on you today," the main stylist instructs.

"Well, best we get to know each other well then," you stepped up first. "I'm (Y/N)," you introduced yourself proper.

"I know," Kyungjae nods slowly, his eyes wide and starstruck. Yangyang whistles behind you and you glare at him.

"Ignore Yangyang, he just likes to tease new staff members," you told him. "Let's work hard together then!"

"It was nice meeting you! I'm Mark!" Mark peeks over and waves. "It's always fun to get new staff, ya know?" He says.

"Good, with introductions out of the way, we have a comeback stage to film, everyone take a seat so we can get styling done, you have to be on stage in an hour," the main stylist says. Your phone rings in your pocket and you silence it as you check the name on it.

"I'm going to take this really quick, is that alright?" You asked Jia. She nods and you walk out, answering the phone as you stepped into the empty hall. "Hey, Dan."

"(Y/N). Sorry I haven't been picking up your calls, I've been kinda busy."

"It's alright, don't worry about it," you muttered. "How's everyone else?"

"Holding up, Crystal's been bawling her eyes out though."

"Of course, she is," you sighed. "So... are they willing to meet up?"

"Yeah, just give us a time and date."

"How about you?"

"Me? I mean... I don't think it's a good idea for the two of us to be seen in public, right? I don't want to stir the pot."

"How about we meet there then? No one ever goes there."

"There? I'm surprised you still remember it."

"How could I forget it?" You chuckled quietly. "That's where we always went, no?"

"You've got a point there. We have a lot to talk about. Sure, when are you free?"

"After six today, so in like ten or so hours. How about you?"

"I'm free then too, I'll meet you there," he says.

"It's a plan then. I have to go, we're filming the comeback stage, I'll text all of you when we can meet up."

"Alright, take your time, (Y/N), we all understand."

"Thanks, and... how about Juliet?"

"Juliet? We haven't seen her since the meet up back in October."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, apparently her and Carson broke up shortly after."

"Oh, no..." your mind flashed back to the last conversation you had with Carson and suddenly the guilt came back.

"Don't worry about it, (Y/N). Everything will work out fine. You just focus on your stage, okay? Don't forget to have some fun, you deserve it."

"Thanks, I'll call you back."

"Bye." You hung up first and walked back into the stylists' room, scrolling through Twitter and looking through all the quote retweets on the breakup post. Everyone seemed to be making such a big deal out of everything, you'd never understand why strangers wanted to pry into your life so much. You hated it, actually.

“Everything alright?” Mark tugged your sleeve and you looked up from your phone.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s all good, thanks for asking,” you gave him a quick smile and before he could continue the conversation, you were both interrupted.

“I need NCThree on stage as soon as possible please!” The producer shouts over the commotion. In seconds, you were pushed into a stylist’s chair and your makeup was being touched up.

"We'll meet you out there, (Y/N)," Mark squeezed your shoulder and he and Yangyang walked off.

"Sorry for taking so long out there," you told Jia. She only shook her head.

"It's no problem, (Y/N). Luckily for you, I'm extremely good at my job," she says as she applies your eye shadow. "Everything okay with you?"

"Yeah, just fixing some things," you muttered, your eyes closing as the brush moved over them. "I'm really at a loss, right now, I don't know what to do."

"Well, to be fair, your situation is kind of unique," she says. "Kyungjae, wheel over that cart over here, yeah?"

"Got it!"

"I know, but... I guess I just miss him, is all," you mumbled. You felt her applying gloss on your lips. "I dunno, I'm going to try to set things straight with my uni friends first, I kind of blew up on them a few days ago, and they don't deserve that."

"Respectfully, they don't deserve you," Jia says. You felt the blush brush swipe up your cheek. "Okay, Kyungjae, do some final touches, yeah? I have to go check on Yangyang, I saw Mina struggling a little with his eye shadow so I'm gonna go fix it," she says before walking off.

"O-Okay," Kyungjae watched her leave and you opened your eyes.

"Hi," you waved at him.

"Hey," he answered back. Whatever starstruck nervousness now gone and replaced with relaxed charm. He moved in front of you and brought the cart closer to him. "Sorry, just let me know if I'm making you uncomfortable," he says while he picks up the mascara tube.

"Don't worry about it, you're just doing your job," you nodded. "Speaking of, tell me about it. I'm curious, why a stylist?"

"Ah, it's kind of a boring story actually," he places the tube down and instead picks up the lip tint. "When I was in school, I wasn't too confident about myself, a bit of an introverted wreck, actually. But, in college, I told myself that I wouldn't be like that anymore, so I borrowed some of my sister's makeup and watched a few makeup tutorials and here I am," he says. "I don't want anyone to feel unconfident in any way, so I figured I'd help them feel good inside and out," he says while he dabs the tint across your lips.

"That's a good sentiment," you said.

"How about you?"

"Hm?"

"Why become an idol?"

"Oh," you hummed and he picked up a highlighter palette. "That ones a bit complicated. My ex and I got scouted together way back when, and both of us were in crippling student debt, so I told him if either of us could make enough money as idols we'd be set. Well... we ended up breaking up a few months later for some reasons, and I figured that I'd put enough time into training that I'd might as well see it through, you know? Then I got put onto a debut lineup and here I am, sitting here, getting my makeup done," you explained. It wasn't the full story, but it was enough. You decided to leave out the part where you were about to quit but a certain crush-turned-best-friend got you to stay.

"Oh, that's all?" He asks. "I thought you joined because you were just a natural," he chuckles. Heat rose to your face and you cleared your throat.

"Ah, I'm nothing compared to my groupmates," you turned your head while he added light contours.

"I'm sure that's not true. You should be more confident in yourself, you're very attractive, you know," he says with a light tone. Heat rose to your cheeks and you looked elsewhere while he picks up the mascara once again. "Let's touch this up and you'll be good to go," he says. His hand held the side of your face gently while he lightly applied it.

"You're not going to ask?" You mumbled.

"About?"

"You know... Seonghwa and I?" Your eyes looked off to the side while he fixed your mascara. You'd been hearing staff members whispering about it all day, after all, you wouldn't blame him if he wasn't curious.

"Why would I?" He moved a bit closer to you, making sure it didn't clump your lashes. "That's none of my business," he says. "What matters now is that you both grow from it, right?" He switched to your other eye.

"Huh... I guess you're right about that one," you turned your head for him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything about it."

"Oh, don't worry about it, I understand," he says. "But, since you asked... do you still love him? Just a curious question is all, no need to answer if you're uncomfortable."

Did you? Part of you did. Part of you missed the times you'd both finally be off and spend it doing nothing but sitting next to each other. Part of you missed the secret glances in events, the stolen moments that could've been caught on camera if you weren't careful. Part of you missed talking to him, just having that comfort that he was there and he always would be. But the other part of you was afraid of what else he was hiding from you. Did you both really go into the relationship with full trust? You told him everything. Your previous relationships, the truth behind your own rumors, hell, you even told him secrets of yours that you swore to yourself you'd take to the grave with you.

Then he didn't tell you something as simple as why he broke up with you. And you didn't even give him the chance to.

“Ow,” you winced when the stylist’s hand slipped, causing the mascara brush to hit your eye.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry,” he gasps. He leans in closer to observe the damage and you only smiled and shook your head.

“It’s fine, nerves happen,” you told him. “Plus, you’re new, right? Jia is teaching you?”

“Ah, yeah! Yeah, first day on the job,” he nods, his eyes seemingly sparkling, almost starstruck “Do you mind if I open your eye a little to see if any mascara got into your contacts?” Kyungjae asks.

“Go ahead,” you turned your head to allow him more access and he investigates his careless mistake. “All good?”

“Looking great as always, (Y/N),” he confirms and shoots you a thumbs up. You hop off the chair and walk out onto the comeback stage. Mark and Yangyang were quick to wave hello before turning back to the producer. You jogged up to them and took your usual spot between the two.

“We’re just going to do a quick shoot, Echoes doesn’t have demanding choreo so we’ll keep it simple, just follow the stage cues and it’ll go smoothly,” she explains.

“Yes, ma'am!” The three of you answered and took your first spots. You took a deep breath. First comeback of the year, and you had to make it count. NCThree originally started as a small NCT U unit to fill in for a gap in promotions, but so many people enjoyed the first mini-album that SM decided to bring the trio back. Preparing for this second EP has been hectic, but right now, on this stage, it all felt worth it.

“And cameras are rolling in three, two, one…” the director announces and the backtrack kicked up.

It’s showtime.

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Most days of the year, Sam's the optimist.

It doesn't usually fall on Dean to keep the spirits up in times of war anymore. Or worse, loss. And Dean, well, he thinks himself as enough of an in-the-moment kinda guy to not wallow when everything's not going to shit, right friggin' then.

Sam, on the other hand?

Beacon of light when there's a little Hell to raise, harbinger of hope when there's a God to defeat.

And losing his shit entirely when there's an aisle to walk down, leading to the girl of his dreams and the best decision of his life.

"Dean."

Dean fusses around Sam in compact little semicircles fixing his already perfect tux, while his brother panics in a way Dean only remembers from before the kid stopped having to look up at Dean.

But he's looking down at Dean now, wide-eyed and sweaty like the very first time Dean saw him off on a date when he was fourteen — with supple, bullshit eighteen-year-old advice, he bets — and thirty eight year old Sammy is, clear as day, losing his shit.

"Yeah?" Dean channels all the calm he's got into it.

"What if I forget my vows?"

"Well," Dean lifts his eyebrows, and picks up a linen thread from Sam's shoulder that caught his eye. "First of all, would kinda serve you right for writing six pages worth of them."

"Stop being a —"

"Front and back, Sammy. Front and back."

"Dean." Sam glares, more indignant than mad. Dean rolls his eyes, and Sam continues, replacing the look immediately with a troubled one that reflects the dilemma in his voice. "I mean, I've learned them, of course. At least I think I have — I practised twice last night, once this morning — but what's to stop me from fumbling, or forgetting —"

"Your gigantic nerd brain?"

"This is serious." Sam frowns, levelling another look at Dean like he's the one with the stellar proverbial cold feet. "Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean throws back immediately, and pauses in his shuffling around for effect. "Also, no. No, it isn't." And Sam goes to argue with a bitchface already surfacing, but Dean keeps going, sterner, more confident. This is something he's been doing all his life. He can probably talk the kid down from a panic high like this in his sleep. "And you're going to stop being a dumbass, and listen to what I'm saying."

"'M not a dumbass." Sam mutters.

"Yeah, you are." Dean shrugs, completely nonchalant, and Sam laughs in spite of himself, nervous, but a welcome improvement as he waits for Dean to proceed. (Big brother voice never lets Dean down.)

He's still got it.

"Here's what you're going to do. You're going to get out there," Dean continues, smiling now. "You're going to hold Eileen's hand while the minister marries you. And approximately ten to fifty minutes later, when he asks you to, you're going to look into her eyes, and you're going to say your vows. All stupid six pages of them, verbatim, 'cause I know you, and you're going to that's why."

"They're not stupid."

Dean hums in consideration, then smirks. "There's bravery in acceptance. They probably are."

"Cas called them exquisite." Sam crosses his arms, and Dean uses the opportunity to pick up a hair from his sleeve with a disapproving look.

(Dean had offered to give him a haircut seventeen times and gotten turned down, and now Sam was shedding.)

"Yeah, well, he's a walking-talking scrabble board with good manners, what is he supposed to do?" Dean rolls his eyes but instead of the expected response of Sam snarking back at him, bitchfacing him or something, Sam sighs.

The air thickens with something that's probably a bigger deal than having to wing a couple paragraphs of page three of the vows.

Dean watches Sam fidget with the buttons on his cuff.

"How did you know, Dean?" Sam asks, subdued, after a pause. "How did you know that Cas wasn't — that Cas wasn't making a horribly wrong decision."

Dean's almost halfway to making a joke about the other shoe but he stops himself.

Because this?

This, he gets.

This feeling of thinking — knowing — you're not good enough, that you aren't right for the one you love, that you're somehow deceiving everything that your life has stood as proof of, in allowing someone else to bind themselves to you, forever, when you know that everyone who's ever meant something to you has lost, and died, and hurt.

And that is exactly why he also knows what to say.

"Because I trust him, Sammy."

Sam's eyes start glazing over. "I trust her too. I just, I'm just so scared —"

Dean winces at his words.

(That's Sam, but it's Sam in Dean's shoes. It was Dean's job — for better or for worse — to keep him safe. And he's failed, failed repeatedly, and now Sam — well, he's as broken as Dean.)

"I love her too much for anything to go wrong, Dean, and something — no, everything, always goes wrong." Sam grits his teeth, and Dean puts his hand on Sam's shoulder.

Squeezes. "I get it. I swear to you, I do. But I also promise that you might regret the things we've done, and the things that have been done to us, but you're never going to regret this."

Sam nods jerkily, eyes downcast.

"And I get being scared. Hell, I was more scared than you the entire week, dude. But you know how — and why, I pushed through?" Sam looks up again. "Because at the end of all of this, there's something more important than the promises of eternal happiness, and forever, and the Celine Dion lyrics I know you've stuffed in your vows. There's them. The ones we love."

Dean swallows.

"And who love us too, because our fucked up heads be damned, I've seen the way she looks at you, Sammy." Sam's face breaks into a small, wet smile. "So you better believe she does."

"I do." Sam slowly nods, again, eyes brimmed with tears.

(Probably about to start spilling. The only consolation for Dean is that at least his tears don't fall. Means as long as he doesn't mind a blurry view of everything, he might as well ignore their existence like he means it.)

"There, was that so hard?" Dean laughs instead, although it's weak until Sam joins in, surprised, and only then registering the words he just spoke.

"Thank you, Dean."

Is all he says, and anything Dean might've wished to say (or wisecrack) back at him is dismissed immediately because he's being pulled into a full Winchester hug by his door-sized little brother, and all he can do then is hold onto Sam as tight as he's holding him, and hold on.

(Because they made it.

They found free will, they found love, and they found their happy ending.)

Because Sammy's getting married today.

And they don't just get to be okay anymore. They get to be happy.

Sam doesn't pull back from the hug for at least a whole minute, but Dean doesn't mind, because the tears welling up in his eyes are gone when he finally smiles at Dean, earnest. "I'm —" He starts to say, but gets interrupted by Cas walking up to them with a cluster of carnations in his hand, wearing a rich navy blue tux (the same as Dean's) and a wide smile.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything," Cas beams, knowing exactly what he walked in on, and Sam shakes his head courteously while Dean battles the weirdly overwhelming need to kiss him right there — Cas is almost ridiculously beautiful when he's happy.

(He doesn't, though.

Cause he and Sam may've just had a moment but it's not like that means he'd be any less likely to be a pain in the ass about urgently requiring brain bleach and therapy, if Dean did.)

Cas carries on.

"Actually, Eileen's friend, Cara, brought her flowers and she suggested I should bring some to you."

"A corsage." Dean realizes out loud, beginning to grin at once, while Sam resorts to ducking his head like an overgrown teenage girl on her way to prom. Doesn't mean that Dean absolutely doesn't put on his best chickflick Dad voice (after he's taken over pinning the flowers to Sam's pocket from Cas, cause he was doing it wrong) and pat the corsage when he says, "Get 'er home by ten."

"The dynamics of that are all wrong." Sam points out with a traditional Sam smirk, and yeah, he's okay.

"The dynamics of your face are all wrong."

"Great comeback, yeah." Sam snorts, and Cas smiles. "Points for effort. I think."

"Whatever, you're the one wearing flowers right now."

"Dean, you wore an ascot on our wedding day."

"Ascot trumps flowers!"

"No, it doesn't." Sam bitchfaces, and Dean turns to Cas, and —

"No, it doesn't."

And Sam lets out a victorious "Hah!", and high-fives a (only slightly) confused looking Cas before pulling him into a sasquatch-sized hug as well, while Dean rewards the entire ordeal with a heartfelt eyeroll and absolutely doesn't look on at two of the most important people in his life while he pretends to be bristled about being ganged up against on his special day as Best Man.

Cas and Sam separate sooner than Dean and he did, and just in time for Jack to poke his head out the church door and remind them they're ready.

Then, Cas leaves to get Eileen, with another big smile and a signed Congratulations at Sam, and a fleeting cheek-kiss for Dean.

Then, Sam and Dean get in position behind the door and Sam refixes his tie.

(Then, Dean has to stage-whisper "Jack!" about seven times before the kid realizes he's being cued — the band had just started playing, he makes it a point to try to explain to Dean afterwards — and the great, wooden doors finally swing open to reveal a beautiful white aisle, and dozens of their friends and family smiling from both sides of it.)

And then, Dean finally walks the kid he's raised and the brother he's saved the World with countless times, down the aisle.

*

(Sam only messes up once in his vows. It's the last verse of Thank You, by Celine Dion.

Rumor has it, it was intentional.

Something about the first time they met.

Dean tells Sam, "You're welcome", the next time he sees him.)

[sleep3deprived]

Haikyuu!! Boys Reaction to S/O Removing Glasses Prank

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x GN!Reader, Atsumu Miya x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Crack, Humour, Fluff?

Warnings: None, badly edited

Tsukishima Kei

This mf

Honestly, this is more of something he’d do

So it can go both ways

He definitely said something to piss you off

After giving a comeback, you figuired now’s the perfect time to try it.

And you did :)

“Tsuki, I’m just trying to study-“ you gave him a look for him to stop bugging you. You hoped it would work but unlucky you, Tsukishima was in a mood today, and you were the lucky person.

“Why study? You’re just going to procrastinate again, right?” He looks at you with a knowing face while you were typing at your laptop.

You slowly turned your head to look at him, putting on your most “excuse-me-face” to see if he said what you presumed. I mean, he’s right, but he didn’t have to attack you like that.

After the silence being your answer, you decided to try a trend you saw awhile back and thought that right now was the perfect moment.

“I don’t even wanna look at you right now.” After taking off your glasses.

He stood there like 🧍

He really didn’t know what to say to that

Saltyshima just doesn’t know how to express his emotions.

Like a log 🪵

He does say sorry and makes up for it

Because you haven’t worn your glasses through the night to the evening of next day

This boy genuinely thought you didn’t wear your glasses. As if you don’t own contacts

Anyways

He would never admit that you got him pretty good.

Ofc he started using that on other people tho

Kageyama wanted to drop kick him after he said that to him so bad.

Atsumu Miya

This bitch istg

I love him, I do but he was so shocked when it happened

Over a very petty argument too

Cause yk

You like pushing his buttons :)

“ATSUMU, IT DOES!” You yell at your boyfriend from across the couch. You really don’t understand how someone can be so dense.

“Babe, I love ya, I do, BUT IT REALLY DOESN’T!” Atsumu tried hard to keep it in. He really did. But hearing this ridiculousness spew out of your mouth was something that his brain is having trouble comprehending.

“No, ‘tsum. Listen. Pineapple is pretty good! I don’t know how you ate it, but if you make it JUST RIGHT, then YES IT DESERVES TO BE ON A PIZZA!” At this point in the argument, you are trying so hard to convince him that it does. But alas, he has a thick skull and one too many timed bleach hair.

“Uh-uh, not listening, la la la,” Atsumu puts his hands to his ears, singing a rather annoying and out of tune song to keep from hearing you.

“Omg, I can’t believe you. You know what, I don’t even wanna look at you.”

The minute you take your glasses off you really can’t see much

Just a blurry image of your boyfriend who really looks like a log with a yellow blob at the top

Nothing new really

But when you did that, when I tell you this man SCREECHED

he really stood there looking at you like

“This girl did NOT just say this to me”

He thought it was a good one, but not when it’s towards him

Did not hesitate to take your glasses and put it back on you saying “THIS CONVO ISNT OVER”

You late got ‘Samu to make you guys some pizza with pineapple

The PROPER way

Atsumu liked it.

May or may not have bought fake glasses to try it on other pple too

Note: hey lovelies!! Here’s a random prank that I thought of doing to these boys after I’ve done it to my brother before he broke my only pair of functioning glasses. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and let me know if something wrong with it!!

[taeyohonic]

favoritism (m)

summary: you’re quarantining with your favorite person during a global pandemic (established relationship, idol au) pairing: min yoongi x fem!reader rating: explicit (18+) warnings: the pandemic is discussed, smut (vaginal intercourse, heavy kissing), swearing, the tv show f.r.i.e.n.d.s is discussed (i imagine that can be a trigger for some…) info: this is a follow-up to this drabble! i needed some established fluff… words: 2.2k

“since when does rachel like ross back?”, your boyfriend asks as he shoves a piece of pancake into your open mouth. your eyes widen while you chew – your comeback right on your tongue.

“what do you mean since when? these two have been canon since episode one season one.”

yoongi snorts and bites into a strawberry. “no way – rachel is way too good for a guy like ross.”

you snort right back in his adorable face and pinch his stuffed cheek. “yoongs, every girl is too good for the guy she ends up with”, you respond and steal fruit from his plate.

the both of you are cuddling on the couch while the f.r.i.e.n.d.s theme song is playing in the background. yoongi has you lying on top of him and uses your belly as a makeshift table to hold his breakfast plate. you don’t mind – as long as he shares his bowl of fruit with you.

some people would mock you for binging a 90’s sitcom in pajamas while munching on pancakes in the middle of the night. but you don’t care anymore – your sleep schedule is fucked. no need to sugarcoat it.

yoongi plays with your hair and you hum as he presses softly against your skull.

“are you too good for me, then?”, he whines and brushes his fingers now across your collarbone. again, you huff and push back against his body.

“who is the one who got us quarantined?”

monica’s rant at a confused and slightly apprehensive chandler is overshadowed by your quarrel.

“it happens, _____”, he says with a serious undertone. “you should know best.”

he is right. the pandemic is widely spread; of course, it’s not going to just… turn around at the bighit building. you still were surprised when sejin called your boyfriend two days ago, frantically talking to your confused idol.

a background dancer was tested positive hours ago – and now all of bangtan had to quarantine for fourteen days. while most of the members were safe at their luxurious dorm yoongi was stuck at your two-bedroom apartment. not that he is complaining… much.

“so, is monica too good for chandler then?”, your boyfriend asks to change the subject. you shake your head at him and feel his bleached hair grazing your neck.

“duh”, you start, “he fat-shamed her so badly in their college days.”

“but… chandler is your favorite character, _______.” you’re munching on the final piece of pancake as you answer him – your mouth still full of carbs.

“yeah, so what? just because he’s my favorite doesn’t mean i think he’s an honest and lawfully good person.” you point with your greased finger at the tv. “you see me defending moriarty? or loki?” yoongi takes the empty plate off of you and places it carefully on the couch table. it now rests on top of two unread architecture magazines and a few unread binders from yoongi’s upcoming collaboration. the soon-to-be graded tests mock you right next to an empty bottle of wine.

“am i your favorite?”, he asks in a sing-song voice so unlike yoongi’s cool persona, you can’t help but search for his mischief eyes. he looks so relaxed – it’s a joy to witness.

“in a world where park jimin exists?”

yoongi’s finger find your ribs and start to tickle you in an instant. your body twitches helplessly in his arms as you feel the air rushing out of your lungs. there is breathless laughter echoing around the living room, and you are too preoccupied to locate the source.

“he-elp”, you whine and feel his arms tighten around your waist. still, his fingers dance across your stomach and you try to escape his touch. “yoonggs-s pleassse.”

“say i’m your favorite and it’s all over”, he taunts you mockingly.

“oka-ay, ok.” you give up in milliseconds. your bladder is too full to handle his tickling any longer. you don’t want to pee on your boyfriend – your relationship isn’t that strong yet.

yoongi ceases his attack at your surrender. “say it, ______.”

sucking in much needed air, you turn around to straddle him. his slim body gives you enough room on the couch to shift into a comfortable position.

“you”, a kiss is placed against his right cheek, “are”, another one is mirrored on his left cheek, “my”, the third is planted on his small nose, “favorite.” before your can kiss your final destination – his forehead – yoongi’s mouth captures your wandering lips. you feel him smile into the kiss as warm flutters travel across your body.

without a second thought you move against him and open your mouth. yoongi moans as your tongue caresses his own softly. he presses himself closer to you, hindering you to rut against his solid erection. instead yoongi topples you over by forcing most of his weight against your heated body. “ahh”, you breathe in surprise at the changed position. now it’s him on top of you. your boyfriend looks down with darkened lust – surely mirrored by your own expression.

“yoongs”, you whine and squirm against his weight.

“yes, baby?”, he purrs while his swollen lips descend upon your neck. the heat rises in your cheeks and you know you only have moments before you are too far gone to think straight.

“yoongs, i gotta pee.”

“huh?”, he breathes against your jaw, his mind clouded by your smell.

“let me pee”, you cry and push against his chest. your boyfriend soon shakes with silent laughter as he eases off of you.

“really, ____?”, yoongi asks while watching you rush to the bathroom. you fidget from tile to tile as the cold marble bites your feet. adorable.

“get the condoms and move it to the bedroom, min! i don’t want to clean the sofa – again”, you yell before closing the bathroom door. adorable and bossy, he thinks and turns off the tv.

it takes you not more than two minutes to flush the toilet and rush into the bedroom. moonlight shines through the big windows, illuminating your boyfriend in the middle of your bed. his upper body leans against the headboard while his right hand is stroking his cock at a leisured pace. yoongi smirks as he notices your eyes on his erection.

“you look… really beautiful”, you say and feel your cheeks darken at the uttered compliment. it always surprises your boyfriend how shy you can get in moments like this. you’ve seen him countless of times – his cock is very familiar with the tightness between your legs. still, right now you look at him as if he’s untouchable.

“you’re the beauty between the two of us, _____”, he answers mid-stroke smirking at your barely dressed state. his t-shirt suits you.

“come here, baby”, he commands softly when you don’t make a move to close the distance. “i’m too tired to fuck you against the wall”, he adds jokingly.

you can’t help but laugh at your boyfriend and join him on the bed while shaking your head at his crude words. up close he looks not as intimidating as before. the lighting bathes him in an unreal gleam. you can see the veins decorating his thick shaft. delicious.

yoongi’s cock isn’t the biggest you’ve ever had – but it’s the thickest by far. your pussy clenches at just the memory of him inside you as you can’t suppress the needy moan escaping you.

his hand moves from his erection to your neck, pulling you closer to him. yoongi already abandoned his hoodie – the cream-colored skin as inviting as his smirk. you fumble with the t-shirt separating you from his touch.

yoongi notices your impatience and helps you out of your clothes in seconds. he comes face-to-face with your bralette and groans in annoyance.

“why are you still wearing a bra during quarantine?”, he whines and pushes the flimsy material away from your nipples. you coo in thanks as his lips close around one of your breasts, sucking at the flesh vigorously.

“we… ah”, you babble, “the zoom meeting with … with joon today – i di-didn’t want aaa-nother nipple-gate.” you have to take a deep breath when your boyfriend switches sides. his hands move on the now neglected nipple by twisting the erected flesh. “ah, fuck, yoongs”, you moan as you feel yourself getting wetter.

“god, baby, your breasts are really, really pretty”, yoongi praises against your skin.

“you know what else is really pretty?”, he asks, not sure you are still capable to answer him. he smirks at your flush body on top of him. you can only shake your head as your fingers find their way into his hair.

since you met him his head has always been a nightmare. the hair frayed from layers upon layers of bleach, toner and coloring. still, his strands between your fingertips are thick and you grip them tightly before pushing him against the headboard and away from your tortured nipples.

yoongi groans at your actions, the dull arch soon forgotten as you answer him.

“really pretty? your cock in my mouth.” you rain kisses down his jawline while mumbling the second part of your reply. “really, really pretty? your dick in my pussy.”

“damn, baby”, yoongi growls before grabbing your waist to position you above his erection. you feel your walls flutter as he presses his tip at your entrance. your boyfriend sees the need in your hazed eyes, but he has to check how wet you are first. with only one arm holding you up, the other hand wanders to your core. as soon as his fingers touch your engrossed clit, you bite the flesh beneath his jawline in heat.

“yoongs”, you plead while flickering your tongue against his throat. your boyfriend hushes you, endeared by your responds.

“i’ve got you, baby”, he promises darkly before pushing you down on his cock. there is the briefest moment of discomfort, but soon the pulsing between your tights sends flames through your body. you can’t help it as you press closer against his pelvis, sinking deeper onto his erection.

“fuck”, he groans. your wetness hugs him so tight – too tight. “you gotta relax, baby”, he soothes you. his hands move from your hips to softly caressing your back. “don’t make my dick fall off.”

you snort nuzzled against his neck as you will yourself to relax. “just like that”, yoongi praises as he feels your walls soften around him. his words encourage you to start rocking against him. there is no rush behind your movement, just yoongi’s cock sliding in and out of you slowly.

his hands dig into your shoulder blades as you feel him hitting the spongy spot deep in your hole. “right there, yoongi”, you cry and your boyfriend snaps is hips instantly into you. “more, please”, you beg, lost at his tip massaging your g-spot.

your scenes cloud in heat as you feel his pelvis bone rubbing against your clit. helplessly, you bite his neck. “fuck, baby”, yoongi grunts in surprised pain and presses you closer to him. your wet nipples touch his chest and you can witness his swallowed breathing.

his skin tastes salty and you brush your tongue against his jugular vein to collect more of his sweat.

yoongi speeds up the pace as he feels your walls squeezing him tightly. fueled by desire he pushes you down hard on his cock. “harder”, you beg. there is fire spreading faster and faster in your core. you feel yourself vibrating against him every time his pelvis brushes against your sensitive clit.

“your wish is my command”, your boyfriend vows between clenched teeth as his climax approaches. he quickens your movement and you help him, riding his cock in desperate need of release.

“i’m close.” yoongi can’t help but smile at your whiny tone and rushes his hand between the two of you. when his fingertips brush against his cock meeting your slit, he nearly looses it. hazed he finds your enlarged clit and rolls it between his fingers. you tense instantly as your orgasm rips through you.

there is no warning, only shockwaves of fire traveling across your body. “damn it, baby”, yoongi hisses. your walls clench around him with vigor. his own release is not far behind – you milking his cock being the final straw.

with a deep groan he empties himself in you. white stripes paint your hole from within. the bedroom is silent while the both of you try to regain some sense.

“you know you are good enough for me, don’t you?”, you whisper against the brand-new hickey on his neck. yoongi needs a moment before he gets the connection to your conversation from before.

it’s really maddening how the two of you are this self-conscious in your relationship while at the same time so quick to reassure one another.

“as long as i don’t call you the wrong name at our wedding, right?”, he chuckles lightheartedly.

“slow down, yoongs. nobody said anything about marriage”, you breathe tiered from your activities.

yeah, nobody said anything, but the ring in his drawer is screaming louder than ever.

“go pee, baby”, your boyfriend orders softly. he’ll ask for your hand in marriage tomorrow when his own isn’t full of pancake grease.

____

yeah, i’m a very new smut writer, so i try to practice! hope you found this as fluffy as i did! i’d love to read some feedback! love and well wishes from, dana