#i strayed off topic im sorry

[floatinginlilspace]

can't relate personally because I've always been a immature-childish-interests-scared-to-grow-up-and-do-grown-things kinda kid my whole life ! it's actually one of the main reasons why I'm an age regressor !

the second I was old enough to be socially deemed "too old" for certain things - that I was at the age kids "usually stop doing/liking those things" - I still continued doing/liking those things! for example, when I was around 9-12 I was told I was "too old" to play with baby dolls. when I was 13 and up I was told I'm too old to want to play at kids play places. but i still enjoyed those things !! and never felt the need to stop just because society deemed me "too old" !!!

I'm still the exact same way, I haven't changed a bit :P even though years and years ago I was deemed too old to like those things then, I still like em ! at 17 years old ! and I have no shame about it !

mature for your age to age regressor pipeline

[ihave-atummyache]

3 way with ur roomie, hey roomie

ot8 blurb/imagine

stray kids

just my personal thoughts on the topic of ur skz!bf sharing u with another member (;

1.5 words

just hard thoughts i guess? idk im just horny and thinking

bang chan:

would share u with seungmin.

i feel like they would have very different approaches to how they are intimate, however, they both very much so give off brat tamer vibes in my opinion! i think seungmin would be more of a hard!dom brat tamer and chan would be more of a soft!dom brat tamer or even like more of an emotional brat tamer than a physical one. in the context that seungmin would spank you, smack you, spit on you, degrade you, chan would rather have you write that youre sorry 100 times on a piece of paper. im sorry its hot idk dont ask me!

i think their dynamic would work well together because they are so opposite but also so similar that it would be really easy to break you.

also they both would definitely love to see you cry. idk thats what theyre saying!!

lee know:

would share u with chan.

okay, hear me out. i know most people would think that he would share you with jisung but i so disagree!! minho is a possessive, jealous, mfer (hot). that being said, he is also basically joined at the hip with jisung and when you come around, its probably quite often the three of you together.

i dont think minho could stand the idea of you being around someone 24/7 that has seen you naked and felt every inch of you. hes sooo jealous.

but!! i think minchan would make for a great time tbh. theyre both so strong and yummy that it could get really rough, fast!! they're both very conscious of your body and how it is reacting to everything and they work in perfect tandem to make sure youre having a good time :p

you definitely cum so many times you can’t walk by the end of it all!

oh! and they both have greatttt stamina so i can just imagine you guys going at it for hours and hours.

most likely to have been made self indulgently, fueled by my own personal desires.

-on my knees for minchan.

changbin:

would share u with hyunjin.

changbin is so obsessed with hyunjin and its the cutest thing in the world. he thinks he can never be more obsessed with anyone but then, he meets you!

the idea of the two people he adores most in the world being intimate with him at the same time??? hot. hot hot hot. i also think that binnie is such a visual person. seeing you and hyunjin together is probably just pure art in his eyes.

i think that it would actually be super intimate. it would definitely not be something that happens often or casually. it probably happened one night on accident and it was a lot more intimate and intense than you all figured it would be.

changbin and hyunjin definitely kiss while they eiffel tower u. im sORRY!

hyunjin:

would share u with felix.

hyunjin loves felix so much. we all know this. i think that it would be very important that you and felix get along for hyunjin to make the relationship work.

honestly, it wouldnt surprise me if hyunjin were to make you two meet before you meet anyone else. he just values lix's opinion so much and its so cute. with that being said, i think that the idea of sharing you would kind of come naturally.

you and felix have GREAT chemistry and i think it would be hyunjin that suggests it. you three are probably sitting around the table or in the living room and he's just listening to you and felix talk and then he just speaks up with something stupid and hyunjin-like, for example: 'do you wanna have a threesome. like us three?' and obviously you and felix are quite surprised but after it being talked about, youre all down.

felix is probably a little softer in bed and i imagine hyunjin being the same way, except if he get particularly worked up. i imagine sex with hyunjin is usually pretty intimate and more like love-making. he is just such a romantic and values intimacy so much.

theres probably a lot of you receiving great head from the two boys and a LOT of kissing. and they have such nice lipshshshsjash

u definitely have a few bruises left as a reminder.

han:

would share u with minho.

okay okay okay so

im sensing the dynamic of minho actually not really participating and youre both kind of submissive BECAUSE voyeur minho>>>>

him telling jisung exactly how he should touch you or what he should say to you and then he gets all frustrated when jisung doesnt do it right and pushes him out the way and is like 'do it like this' and then showing him exactly how its done.

you're definitely being treated like an object more than a person and it's embarrassingly just that much hotter. i feel like jisung would follow every one of minho's commands without much thought. he trusts him whole heartedly even when it comes to you.

when you do actually have sex with both of them, it’s probably super rough. i feel like jisung would feed off minho’s energy and try to match it, yk?

felix:

would share you with changbin.

okay....hear me out! why do i lowk feel like you could dom changbin and felix so well.... and theyre so muscly and like masculine but you can get them both on their knees for you????? HOT

anyways, felix trust changbin a lot and he has said that changbin is his ideal type in men so... youre his ideal type, changbin is his ideal type, felix is in heaven.

a lot of praise from you has them both flustered and blushing and like putty in the palm of your hand. they could definitely dom you too tho!!! dont get me wrong.

manhandled, thrown up against a wall, rough, marked up, the works. they would probably hold you up at an insane angle so they can both fuck into you at the same time. some crazy karma sutra shit. i think they would be the first ones out of all these duos that would be found out. the way that changbin just suddenly gets a lot closer and touchier with you and the way the three of you would interact, it would be suspicious

most likely to end up in a poly relationship, methinks!

seungmin:

would share u with i.n.

THATS HIS BRO FR.

"seungmin, how do i make a girl cum with my fingers?"

"i can show u better than i can tell u"

and thats how you end up sprawled out on the bed getting edged over and over and over until you can barely feel your body!

"no angle your hand like this, there you go! you feel how this pretty pussy just clenched around you? thats good"

"you could probably make her squirt, she does all the time"

seungmin's words would be filthy. actually talking like youre just a sex doll that they can use for their own pleasure. i.n would probably often return and ask you and seungmin different questions and then youre all in the bedroom

he just happens to be more of a visual learner is all!

least likely to become poly, methinks! im under the impression that out of everyone, seungmin and jeongin would be the two that are most likely to keep things platonic. i think these would also be the most likely two members that have a friend with benefits and genuinely never catches feelings, yk?

okay and maybe it's just my own personal hand kink.... but they both have such fucking pretty hands like oh my goshdmsmshx put them down my throat pls!

i.n:

would share u with jisung.

tbh i think jeongin would be the most likely to share you with multiple members (maybe at the same time but uh anyways) but him and jisung just work.

jeongin is genuinely sooooo fond of jisung and you can just tell. he takes good care of jisung, even though he's younger and i think he trusts him a lot.

however, i think there could be a crazy dynamic here...

dom i.n x sub hannie x sub you?????

why is that kind of hot... and you all know im a big advocate for dom!han but i imagine him being a softer dom, at least a lot softer than jeongin. i.n and minho seem like they would be very similar in their dom ways.

i just cant imagine jeongin being a sub!!! like he IS an aquarius…lets not forget.

him and han’s dynamic is very silly and you can tell that they love each other dearly and feel very safe with one another. like they’re very much themselves around one another. i think thats why han would be able to sub to jeongin. and the irony of him being younger and he’s bossing him around… he would dig. jisung a freak!

han is a certified pussy addict. he eats coochie off the bone!! im imagining you sat back against i.n’s chest and jisung is between your legs just devouring and jeongin has his fingers practically gagging you omg i gtg N O

[nininikki]

𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎 𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂

⨾༊󠀺 summary: a beautiful socialite and a starving artist come to terms with what their love really means.

⨾༊󠀺 warnings: angst (sorry), class differences, arguing/yelling, reader is a spoiled brat and eren loves her anyway (lmk if i missed anything!)

⨾༊󠀺 author’s note: just a little something i wrote 🙈 nikki write something happy challenge GO

⨾༊󠀺 word count: 2.5k

8:17 PM

“this is the last time i’ll tell ya, (y/n),” the penetrating force of your father’s voice coupled with the strangled squeak of chair legs against the hardwood floor made your spine tense. as though someone had reached into your back and pulled it taut. “i don’t want ya seein’ that boy.”

was your head about to explode? could that be the reason for the ringing that filled your ears? the sudden heaviness of your tongue? as he rose from his seat, you couldn’t help but notice how utterly cloaked you were under the shadow of his stature. “why, daddy?” you hardly registered the force with which you pushed your own chair away from his desk as you stood. “‘cause he’s poor? ‘cause he’s not goin’ to yale? ‘cause he doesn’t have a membership at the club? ‘cause he actually wants to somethin’ worthwhile with his life?”

“tch, worthwhile.” he scoffed as he breached the exit of his study. “the boy wants to do art. he draws pictures, for crying out loud!”

“you’ve seen his paintings, daddy. they’re beautiful.” you staunchly defended, hot on his heels through the hallway and nearing the stairs. “and his name is eren.” the single, thin string of gold around your neck seemed to grow warmer and heavier with the mention of his name. 

“i don’t care if his name was picasso,” your father spat, “you’re not seein’ him again, and that’s that!” 

tears welled in your eyes, but refused to fall. a sob lodged uncomfortably within your throat. “but, daddy, i love him.”

for the first time since the topic arose, your father’s eyes met yours. halfway down the stairs, with the vein in his temple pulsing incorrigibly, he turned to look at you. “you don’t know what love is.”

an incredulous scoff escaped your mouth, and that is when the tears began to trail down your cheeks. not from despair, or heartbreak, but anger. “and you do?” you retorted, gingerly making your way closer to him. “you haven’t loved anyone since mom.”

“i have loved you,” he jabbed his finger in the direction of your face, stopping less than an inch away from the bridge of your nose. “and that has been enough.” his scotch scented breath fanned over your face in the most infuriating, condescending way imaginable. “since your mother died, i have given my life to loving you. protecting you!” you had never heard him sound so eerily vulnerable in your entire life. “and this is the thanks i get? you running off into the sun with dr. seuss?”

you took a step backward up the staircase, your chest heaving rapidly and face surely streaked with sloppy lines of mascara. “how could you say that, daddy? he makes me so happy. how could you say that?”

“well, the things that make us happy hardly ever benefit us, do they, honey?” you caught him chuckling beneath his breath, as if the idea of you having your own opinion was something so funny. “you don’t see it now, but one day you’ll thank me for this.”

then, he circled around you like a vulture, loosening his tie as he ascended the stairs and ventured in the direction of his room. “you’re not seein’ ‘im again. that’s final.”

in the last bit of protest left in your lungs, you shouted, “you can’t make me!”

his hoof-like footsteps came to a halt, but he hadn’t even turned to look at you. “if you love this boy more than your trust fund, i guess i can’t.” 

11:27 PM

hey

talk didn’t go so well

can i come over in like 30

the texts had hardly delivered fully before you were yanking the pajamas off your body and shoving your limbs into the fancy fabric of a stray, hanging dress. a pair of sandals was next. then, eren’s leather jacket. then, your purse. your body was on autopilot as it pried your window open and climbed down the trellis outside of your room. as you pulled your bmw from the driveway and didn’t stop it until you were outside eren’s apartment.

only then did you finally stop to look at your phone. through blurred vision you made out a text that said, just knock when you’re up.

***

eren was beginning to really detest the smell of cigarettes. he had a smoker for a father, and the smell clung to him like a second skin growing up. so it wasn’t as though it was unusual. resentment would be a more fitting word, he concluded. 

the first time he brought you to his place, you sneezed violently upon reaching his floor. his neighbor was an avid smoker, but he wasn’t aware the smell was strong enough to warrant any bodily reaction past a slight gag. it wasn’t your fault, he knew that. he had taken you all around the city that day, and your delicate nose had not agreed with any of it. “i’ve got some zyrtec inside, if you want.” he offered.

“it’s fine, ‘ren, seriously. this is, like, my third sneeze all day.”

it was actually your ninth. he had been counting.

so, yes, resentment was probably the best word. 

as your signature triad of knocks sounded against his door, eren couldn’t help but hope his neighbor had up and kicked the habit. if not forever, then just for this night of all nights.

talk didn’t go so well

he mentally recounted the text as he braced himself against the doorknob. didn’t go so well could have meant any number of things, and he would have no way of knowing for sure until—

another set of knocks disrupted his train of thought, this time accompanied by a wet sniffle.

eren had barely gotten the chance to look at you after nearly swinging the door off its hinges. he could feel you crying. the uncontrollable spasming in your arms and shoulders, choppy breaths turned to weak coughs, your mouth frozen agape in a muffled scream, forehead burrowing itself into his wishbone.

“hey, talk to me,” he whispered, trying to pull your face out of his shirt, hoping it would give you room to breathe if just for a moment. what little he could see of your face was soaked with tears tinged with tension. “it’s gonna be okay, baby, just talk to me.”

it took a couple minutes, wherein eren had led you into his bedroom, freed your shaking shoulders from his jacket, and just barely managed to get you to produce coherent sentences. 

“i’m sorry, eren.” you sighed in what seemed to be utter defeat. your feet swinging to and fro off the side of his bed, bare after you kicked your sandals off. “i tried to make him understand, but he’s never gonna.” at the last word, you let your forehead collapse onto his shoulder with another deep sigh.

as another tear fell from your eye and rolled into the groove above your top lip, eren began to wonder exactly what it was your father had said. he was the very embodiment of foreboding. they had met only once, and eren couldn’t recall him conveying anything resembling approval or even warmth. not in his eyes, his demeanor, or the half-grunts he had substituted for speech.

“hey, hey, look at me.” gently, he took your face in his hands, coaxing your eyes in his direction whilst thumbing away stray tears. “what’d you tell me a couple days ago, hm?” you batted your eyes in a way that made his heart skip before petulantly rolling them. with your face bunched up so delicately in his hands, your fluffy lashes casting soft shadows against your wet cheeks and eyes swimming in vulnerability he could see his reflection in, eren felt for a moment the two of you could transcend all those superficial labels that made loving one another such a challenge.

you were not rich, nor was he poor. there was no yale pre-law track in your future, and he was not an artist struggling to support himself. when you gazed into each other’s eyes with such soft yearning, you were just a man and a woman.

“nobody had to understand but us.” you muttered under a sniffle, momentarily closing your eyes as though the act of optimism physically pained you. just when eren thought he was about to smile, you spoke again. “but, ‘ren, it’s worse this time. he said he didn’t wan’ me seein’ you anymore. or else he’d take away my trust fund.”

in the latter bit of your sentence, your voice became eerily resolved for someone vocalizing every rich kid’s nightmare. the sudden calmness frightened him eons more than your crying. because try as you might to hide it, eren knew you loved being rich. you wore your gold and diamonds like a second skin, almost like a coat of armor. he knew you loved horseback riding, as well as excursions on your father’s yacht. you very scarcely discussed it with him (out of respect, he assumed), but he had become content with the fact that you would choose your money over him every single time.

“i won’t ask you to choose me.”

“what?” your voice cracked over the word. “eren, that’s what i came here to do.”

“well then stop it,” the words flew from eren’s mouth almost instinctively, as though something in his very biology felt that you were too good for him. although there was no denying that as the truth. everything about you—from the heavenly sound that was your laugh to the stack of golden cartier bracelets adorning your wrist. you were better than him, so much so that there wasn’t even a way to describe it. “please, (y/n), just stop.”

you scoffed, dipping your hands into his as incredulity knitted itself within your eyebrows. “stop? stop? no, eren, you don’t get it.” you shook your head vigorously, face straightening out as though you were regaining sense with every movement. “i came here to tell you that i’m choosing you. you’re what i want.”

he studied the curve of your trembling lip, silently wondering if you had gone mad and forgotten exactly what world you were living in. you spoke with the easiness of a girl who never had a worry in her life. eren loved that about you, even now when you sounded more foolish than anything. 

“and you know i can’t let you do that, right?” eren massaged the center of your palm with his thumb in an attempt to remain grounded. he knew it would be all too easy to let himself fall face first into your little fantasy, if only to keep you just a little longer. if he were a more selfish man, he would have. “i won’t let you do that.”

“won’t let me?” you pulled one of your trembling hands away to wipe the fresh tears spilling on your cheek. “please, eren, you’re startin’ to sound like my daddy.”

“well, maybe if he couldn’t talk some sense into you, i can.”

even as eren watched you process each word from his mouth, he was still shocked when you yanked your hands out of his altogether. “don’t tell me…” shakily, you got to your feet. “y-you’re turnin’ me away? you’re sending me back to him?”

“if by him you mean your father who loves you—”

you wasted no time at all interrupting him. it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that you were still grappling with the idea of being told no. “—oh for fuck’s sake, eren! how could you even say that knowing—”

“—and wants the best for you, then yes—”

“—how he feels about you? about us—”

“then yes, i’m sending you back to him!” the words erupted from his mouth and filled the air like poisonous smoke. he was standing now, towering over you, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation through a facade of dominance. had he ever screamed at you before now? the answer was written all over your face in big, wet eyes and a mouth contorted open in a silent cry.

“why?” a sob wracked your body. “i mean, why, eren? i thought you loved me.”

“more than anything, baby. and that‘ll never change. but sometimes love just isn’t enough.”

“love is the only reason i’m here! do you think i would be giving up my entire life if i didn’t love you?”

“and you think i would just let you do that if i loved you?” eren breathed as he fixed the strap of your dress that hung loosely off your shoulder. he tried his hardest to concentrate on how beautiful you looked, and not how he would never be able to afford to buy you anything this nice. “i won’t let you ruin your life so you can play house with me, okay? i care too much for you.”

you crossed your arms over your chest, and said something eren never imagined he would hear you say, “fine.” you said it with such an obvious facade of resolution that eren knew it was too easy to be real. “look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to go away.”

“don’t ask me to do that.”

“it’s the only way you’re getting me out of here.”

eren took a moment to look into your eyes. he had become so good at drawing them that he could do it blindfolded. he brought his hands to either side of your neck and felt your pulse begin to thump at the contact. he wished he could sketch that sweet sound and keep it tucked so close to his own heart that the beats began to synchronize. god, why did you have to make this so hard? 

he kissed you before he could even stop himself. he wanted to curse himself for being so weak, but he was hardly in his right mind whenever he kissed you. he savored the taste of your tongue and the softness of your lips. he kissed you until he could taste the bitterness of your tears. he kissed you so deeply, so passionately that he almost forgot why he was kissing you in the first place. almost.

eren broke away, and did his very best to keep his eyes trained on yours. “(y/n),” a mascara-colored tear streak stained the side of your nose. it’s not fair, eren lamented, holding your face in his hands as steadily as he could. “please go. go live your life, and don’t come back here.”

“you want me to leave?” you whispered as though you were saying some horrible curse word. “is that what you’re saying?”

“yes,” he took his hands off you and moved back a few paces, more for his sanity than yours. “i want you to go.”

silently, you moved across the room to slide your shoes back over your feet before exiting the room in a flurry of ferocious clicks against the floor. 

eren trailed awkwardly behind you, hoping to see you out despite knowing it would only twist the knife deeper inside him. “you’ll thank me for this one day.” he called out as you swung open his apartment door.

without even turning to face him, you sniffled, “fuck you, eren.” before slamming the door behind you and disappearing down the hall.

[moonstruckme]

hey :)) first off, i love the hozier caption in your bio. second, I’ve been reading so many of your fics recently and i think you’re sooo talented! i wanna be like you when I grow up (im 20 almost 21 lol)

anyways, I’ve never really requested anything but i wanna give it a try. I was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders x reader fic or a just remus x reader fic where’s she’s driving and accidentally hits an animal and is really upset about it but they’re there to help to her move it and comfort her.

i just hit a cat and im not taking it well. we think it was just a stray cause I left my number with it in case but no one has called. my family kinda, but not really, made fun of me for being so sad about it and i kinda just need something with the guys being so affectionate and loving with her after everything.

it’s totally okay if youre not up to it! I understand that it’s such a hard topic so I won’t be offended if you don’t feel comfortable writing in this.

thank you again and im sooo looking forward to youre future work!! you’re talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before (lady gaga)

Mwah mwah mwah <3<3

-aves

(sorry this is so long)

Hi sweetheart, thank you so much! (Is your username a Lizzy McAlpine reference? I love that) I'm really sorry you went through this, I've been fortunate enough to have never hit an animal but I've seen it happen and it's so horrible, I'm really sorry you've been dealing with this :(( I think you did the right thing by leaving your number with it, and I hope the weight of that trauma and grief is starting to lift off you my love. Thank you for requesting <3

cw: mention of killing an animal, reader feeling guilty

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.8k words

James hears the door and is up instantly, bounding down the hall to greet you and Sirius. 

“Hello!” he calls ahead, eager for company after being left alone in your flat for over a half hour. “You guys took your time today, I thought even Remus might beat you home. Was traffic a riot, or…”

Sirius is looking at him with panic in his blue-gray eyes, clearly trying to convey one of those telepathic messages James has never been great at interpreting, and you…you’re looking at nothing. Your gaze is distant as you work off your shoe, the area around your eyes puffy and gray with smudged mascara. 

“Hey,” James breathes, then feels stupid. It sounds like he’s accusing you of something. He tries again. “Is everything okay?” 

Sirius gives him a look that says What do you think? and crouches beside you to help with a stubborn knot in your shoelace. Your hands are trembling, James notices. Dread settles like a stone in his stomach.

“I’ve got it,” Sirius murmurs to you, fingers gentle as they intercept your own, but the alarm doesn’t leave his expression as he watches your face. Ah. As much as it kills James to see you upset, Sirius will have no idea what to do with you in this state. Tears have always set him on edge. 

James squats, joining the two of you on the floor. “Hi, sweetheart.” He does his best to keep his own anxiety out of his voice as his hand finds your ankle, fingers wrapping around the bit of skin between the hem of your jeans and your socks. “Has something happened?” 

Your eyes meet his already full of tears, and James braces himself. Sirius does too, by the look of it, his shoulders tensing as he watches your face like you’re about to crumble away to nothing right here on their doormat. 

“I—” That’s all you get out before you have to bite down on your lip to keep from crying. A tiny whimper escapes, and spider web cracks spread across James’ heart. A sluggish tear leaks from your right eye. 

“It’s okay,” he swears, though he has no way of knowing it. You press the back of your hand to your mouth, trying to quell the sobs that shake your frame even with no air to feed them. “Oh, honey.” James leans forward, wrapping you in an awkward but very heartfelt hug, your knees between his chest and yours but your head crossing the distance to wet his shoulder with your tears. 

A sympathetic pressure builds in James’ sinuses, but he does his best to breathe through it. Stability tends to help you more than sympathy in these situations, and since Remus isn’t home yet, it’s left to James to be the reasonable one (Sirius would have all sorts of jokes to make about that, but he doesn’t seem to be feeling up to them either). 

He gives you a few moments of reprieve, a few passes of his palm up and down your spine, before trying again. “What’s going on?” he asks, gently as he can. “You guys are scaring me. Sirius?” 

Sirius’ brow pinches like he almost doesn’t want to say it either, and the anticipation in James’ chest heavies. “We were driving home,” he says slowly, keeping a wary eye on you lest he worsen your upset, “and a rabbit ran in front of the car.” 

Relief nearly chokes James at the same time as a sympathetic sorrow takes ahold of him. He pets the back of your head. You tremble with the force of your crying, leaning into his touch greedily. 

“She was driving?” he asks quietly, though he’s nearly sure. If your reaction isn’t enough to go off of, he already knows that you usually pick Sirius up from work and drive the both of you home. 

Sirius nods. 

“It doesn’t sound like there was anything you could do,” he murmurs to you, cupping the back of your neck to encourage you to look up at him. You do, sniffling as your lip quivers, and James uses his thumb to brush a wet streak of mascara from your blotchy cheek. 

“It must have been so scared.” Your voice breaks on the last word and James’ heart along with it, leaving a throbbing wound in the center of his chest. 

“I doubt it had time to be scared, honey,” he tries to reassure you, but his own voice is fraught. He looks to Sirius. “Did you…do you know if it…passed?” 

Sirius is half hiding behind his hair, a sure tell of his disquiet, and it brushes his shirt collar when he nods again. “We weren’t sure at first, so I got out to move it off the road. It was dead.” He winces at his wording, and you bite down on your lip harshly. His tone softens as he addresses you. “I really don’t think it felt any pain.”

You look nowhere near ready to believe him, and James is preparing to offer to make you a cup of tea and let you sort out your grief at your own pace when the front door opens again, stopping when it hits Sirius’ side. 

“Oh.” Remus pokes his head through. “Hello. Why are we all sitting on the floor?” 

Sirius scoots the rest of the way out of the door’s path before deciding to stand instead. He speaks to Remus in a low voice while James runs a hand up and down your side in an attempt to soothe you. He locks eyes with Remus over your shoulder, watching as the taller boy’s gaze takes on the weight of understanding. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Remus wraps Sirius in a half-hug, kissing his surprised boyfriend on the temple before stooping beside you. “That must have been awful to have to see. Let’s get you up, yeah?” He wraps a spindly hand around your forearm, more encouragement than anything, and James grips your other hand as he stands to pull you up with him. 

Neither of them seem quite willing to break contact with you, walking you over to the couch like a newborn fawn despite your murmured I’m okay. Sirius follows close behind. The both of you look like you’re perching rather than sitting, unable to completely relax even now that you’re home. 

“It must have been quite a scare,” Remus sympathizes, sitting on the edge of his favored armchair. 

“A bit,” Sirius mutters, and your throat bobs. 

Remus cocks his head. “What’re you thinking, darling?” 

James almost wants to look away at the rawness in your expression as you raise your eyes to meet Remus’. “I just…I can’t believe I killed it. I’ve never” —your voice pitches, and you swallow again— “I’ve never killed anything before.”

 “It was an accident,” James tells you, beseeching. 

“You couldn’t have stopped,” Sirius says. His voice has an odd, desperate quality to it, and James sees Remus notice it at the same time as he does, both boys leaning forward to see Sirius better. For the first time, James notices—had he missed it before, or has it only just started?—that Sirius is trembling slightly too. James’ free hand twitches instinctively toward him, but his dark-haired boyfriend is only touchy when he’s in a good mood. He’s not keen on physical comfort; no matter how many years James has worked on him, Sirius has always preferred to keep his struggles internal. “Or avoided it,” he goes on. “It happened too fast.” 

Remus nods at you. “As awful as it is, these things happen sometimes. Hopefully,” he adds when another tear slips down your cheek, “never again to you, but selfish as it is, I’m glad you didn’t slam on the brakes or anything else that could have gotten you and Sirius hurt instead.” 

You glance at Sirius, and he gives you a weak smile, taking your hand and squeezing gently. 

“Nothing you could have done,” he whispers. 

Your lips tremble again. James watches as panic flashes in Sirius’ eyes, but he keeps it together. “I’m really sorry,” you tell him, voice wavering. “I shouldn’t have made you take care of the bunny by yourself.” 

James' chest aches as Sirius takes a steadying breath. “You were frazzled. Understandably upset,” he corrects himself, squeezing your hand again. This time you squeeze back. “It was a one-man job anyway.” 

You make a soft sound, leaning your head on his shoulder, and James has the sense something has settled a bit in each of you. He raises your joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of yours as Remus’ eyebrows furrow. 

“Have you had a chance to wash your hands, love?” he asks Sirius, who blinks.

“No. I forgot.” 

Despite the heavy atmosphere, James actually feels the beginnings of a smile tempting his lips as he watches Remus forcibly quell his horror. “Right, then. Why don’t we go do that in the kitchen now, and I’ll make us all some tea.” 

“Good idea,” James says heartily, swiping his thumb back and forth over his own kiss on your hand. “Hey, could we take out the good cookies as well?” 

Remus hums what James chooses to interpret as assent, shepherding Sirius into the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry,” you say to James once the other two are out of hearing. 

He looks down at you. “What for, sweetheart?” 

You shrug, your shoulders remaining just a tad too high after the motion. You’ve stopped crying, and James is grateful, but he doesn’t think this shameful look is a vast improvement. “I feel like I’m being dramatic. And Sirius is the one who had to see it. He had to drive home too, I was too upset.” 

James’ battered, broken heart wells for the both of you. He forgoes his attentions to your hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulders instead to tuck you against his side. “You’re not being dramatic,” he promises, “okay? You and Sirius were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you both had to witness something awful.” Your head sinks onto his shoulder, and he rubs your upper arm. “I think it’s alright to be sad for a while. For yourselves, and for the bunny. Just, don’t torment yourself, alright?” He withdraws enough to see your face, and you tilt your gaze up to his. “Please. You don’t deserve the guilt.” 

Your eyes cast down, contemplative and a bit shy, a moment before your head comes back to its spot on his shoulder. “Thanks,” you murmur. 

“No thanks necessary, babe. You can cry all night if you need to, I’ll be right here. Just do me a favor,” he lowers his voice, glancing toward the kitchen, “let me sit between you and Sirius if you do. Many more tears and I think he’ll have a heart attack.”

[skz-streamer]

Sensitive S/o

Pairing: Skz x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Misunderstanding?

Warnings: Sensitivity? Slight crying, weights, frustration, small arguments...Im not really sure what to put here so lmk if I missed anything :)

Notes: ARGHHHH I HAD SUCH A HARD TIME TO COME UP W DIFF SCENARIOS SO IM SORRY IF ITS A LITTLE WORDYYY :((( Suchhh a cute ask though thank you lovely anon The Ask :)

Summary: Skz and their sensitive s/o

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Full word count ~4.8k ;)

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Chan:

"So, Y/N," Chan began with a cheeky grin, "did I ever tell you about the time I tried to cook dinner for the members?"

You chuckled, your heart fluttering at the familiar tone of his voice. "No, you haven't! Do tell."

Chan launched into a hilarious account of his culinary mishaps, imitating his fellow members' shocked expressions as they took their first bites of his concoction. You couldn't hold back your laughter, and your eyes sparkled with delight as you listened to his animated storytelling.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the two of you settled onto a park bench. The conversation flowed effortlessly, jumping from one topic to another. Chan's arm rested casually around your shoulders, and you leaned into his comforting presence. His jokes and lighthearted banter continued, wrapping you in a cocoon of happiness.

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Hey, Y/N, did you know that you're the only person who can keep up with my terrible puns?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. "Oh please, Chan. Your puns are legendary. I just try my best to match the greatness."

He grinned a warm and affectionate smile that made your heart flutter. "Well, you succeed spectacularly"

As the conversation flowed, your heart felt light, and the world seemed to slow down around you. But just as the laughter and stories continued, there was a shift in the atmosphere. Chan's teasing took a slightly sharper edge, and a comment that was meant to be a joke struck a chord in you.

"Come on, Y/N, don't be such a crybaby," he teased lightly, not realizing the weight his words held for you.

Your smile faltered, and you felt a pang of hurt deep within. You knew he didn't mean any harm, but sometimes, even the lightest remarks could trigger a sensitive nerve. You tried to shake it off, forcing a chuckle as you replied, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just can't handle the master of puns, that's all."

But Chan noticed the change in your demeanor, his keen eyes picking up on the shift in your tone. His expression softened as he realized his words had landed differently than intended. "Hey," he said gently, his voice a warm reassurance, "I didn't mean it like that, Y/N. You know I'm just messing around, right?"

You nodded, your throat tightening as you struggled to keep your emotions in check. You hated how easily certain comments could bring tears to your eyes, even when you knew they were meant in jest. But it was hard to shake off the sensitivity, a part of you that you sometimes wished you could control better.

"Hey," Chan's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. "It's okay, really. I didn't mean to upset you."

Your lips quivered into a small smile as you looked into his eyes, grateful for his understanding. "I know, Chan. It's just…."

He sighed softly, pulling you into his embrace. "Y/N, you don't have to help it. Your feelings are valid. If something bothers you, it's okay to feel that way."

As his arms encircled you, a warm sense of comfort enveloped you. Chan's soothing words seeped into your heart, reminding you that you were allowed to feel whatever you felt. You leaned into his chest, tears wetting his shirt, and he held you tight.

"You're strong, you know," he murmured into your hair. "Being sensitive doesn't make you weak. It means you care deeply, and that's a beautiful thing."

You sniffled, laughing softly through your tears. "Leave it to you to make me feel better, even when I'm being silly."

Chan's fingers brushed gently against your back as he rubbed soothing circles. "I'll always be here for you, Y/N.”

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Lee Know: 

As the credits rolled on the screen, Lee Know let out a content sigh. "That was a good movie, huh?" he said, his voice a soothing rumble against your ear.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, I enjoyed it. Thanks for picking it."

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Anything for you, babe."

You felt a rush of warmth at his words. It was moments like these that made you appreciate how considerate and caring Lee Know was. He had always been attentive to your needs, and you cherished the way he understood you.

But just as the credits faded to black, your blissful moment was interrupted by a sudden noise from outside the window. It was a car alarm going off, and the loud blaring sound pierced through the tranquility of the room.

You winced at the sudden noise, and Lee Know tightened his grip around you, his protective instinct kicking in. "Ugh, that's so annoying," he muttered, annoyance evident in his tone.

You nodded in agreement, but something about the noise seemed to have unsettled you more than you anticipated. Your heart raced, and your eyes began to sting with unshed tears. You tried to shake off the feeling, reminding yourself that it was just a trivial noise and there was no reason to get upset.

Lee Know sensed the shift in your mood and looked down at you, concerned furrowing his brow. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently.

You sniffled, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... the noise startled me, I guess."

He frowned, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had escaped your eye. "You sure that's all it is?" he asked softly.

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. You knew your reaction was disproportionate to the situation, but you didn't want to burden him with your irrational emotions. You had always been sensitive, and sometimes it felt like a weakness.

Lee Know's eyes softened as he cupped your cheek, turning your face to meet his gaze. "You don't have to hide anything from me, you know," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "If something's bothering you, I want to know."

Your lips trembled, and you felt another tear slide down your cheek. "I know I shouldn't be this upset over a stupid noise," you admitted, your voice cracking. 

Lee Know's expression turned gentle, his thumb brushing away your tears. "Hey, it's okay to feel things deeply," he said softly. "That's just who you are, and there's nothing wrong with that. You're not weak for being sensitive, you're strong for embracing your emotions."

You sniffled, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief wash over you. "But I feel like I'm burdening you with my emotions," you confessed, your voice barely audible.

He shook his head, his eyes unwaveringly locked onto yours. "You could never be a burden to me, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I love every part of you, even the parts you might consider flaws. And I'm here to support you through everything, even the moments when you feel overwhelmed."

As he spoke, you felt a warmth envelop you, like a protective shield against your own insecurities. His words were a balm to your wounded heart, soothing the self-doubt that had been festering within you.

"I don't want you to ever feel like you have to hide your emotions from me," he continued his voice tenderly. "We're a team, and that means sharing both the good and the tough moments. So, if something's bothering you, let me in. I promise I'll always be here to listen and support you."

You nodded, tears still trickling down your cheeks but now with a sense of acceptance. Lee Know pulled you into a warm hug, his arms cocooning you in a sense of safety and understanding. He held you tightly, letting you know that he was there for you, no matter what.

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Changbin: 

Amid the bustling gym, the clanking of weights and the steady rhythm of treadmills formed a backdrop to the scene. You were there with Changbin, trying your best to push through a particularly challenging exercise. The weights felt heavier than usual, and frustration began to bubble up within you as you struggled to complete the set.

Changbin, ever attentive to your emotions, noticed the change in your demeanor. He had a knack for picking up on your subtle cues, the way your brows furrowed just a bit more, and the determined set of your jaw turned into a slightly defeated slump. As you lowered the weights and sighed, he could sense that something was bothering you beyond just the physical challenge.

"Hey, you're doing great," he said gently, his voice a soothing presence amid your turmoil. "Remember, progress takes time. We all have our off days, and that's completely okay."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating his support even if it didn't entirely erase your frustration. "I know, but it's just frustrating. I used to be able to do this without any issues, and now..."

Changbin's hand found its way to yours, offering a reassuring squeeze. "It's natural for things to change over time. Our bodies adapt, and sometimes that means facing new challenges. But you're not alone in this. I'm here with you every step of the way."

As you attempted the exercise again, a combination of fatigue and your emotional sensitivity made your eyes prickle with tears. You couldn't help but feel frustrated with yourself for getting so worked up over something that seemed trivial in the grand scheme of things. But that was the thing about emotions—they didn't always follow a rational path.

Changbin noticed the glistening in your eyes and immediately put down the weight he was holding. He gently cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears that escaped. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be so hard on yourself. Your feelings are valid, whether they're about something big or small."

You sniffled, embarrassed by your vulnerability. "I know it's silly, but I can't help feeling like this."

Changbin's warm gaze never wavered, his fingers tenderly brushing against your skin. "You're not silly for feeling things. We all have moments when certain things hit us harder than they should. It's part of being human, and it's what makes you, well, you."

You appreciated his words, his understanding, and the fact that he didn't dismiss your emotions. It was something you loved about him—the way he allowed you to feel without judgment, even when you were grappling with feelings you didn't quite understand yourself.

Leaving the weights behind, Changbin led you to a quieter corner of the gym. He sat down with you, his arm draped over your shoulders as you leaned against him. "You know, sensitivity can be a strength too."

You sighed, feeling the tension slowly melt away as his comforting presence enveloped you. "I guess so. I just wish I could control it better."

Changbin pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're doing just fine, trust me. And if there's ever a time when something bothers you, all you need to do is tell me. I'm here to listen."

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Hyunjin: 

You and Hyunjin find yourselves in the midst of a painting session. The room is drenched in soft, natural light, casting a warm ambiance that should have fostered creativity and joy. Hyunjin is passionately absorbed in his work, brushstrokes gliding across the canvas with determination. You, however, struggle to bring your vision to life. Frustration simmers beneath your surface as you attempt to replicate the vibrant image in your mind.

You swipe the brush across the canvas, the result falling short of your expectations once again. A sigh escapes your lips, caught between the desire to excel and the feeling of inadequacy. Hyunjin glances over, noticing the shift in your demeanor. Concern creases on his features as he puts his brush down for a moment.

"Hey, everything okay?" he asks, his voice a mix of genuine curiosity and worry.

You look up, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm just having a bit of trouble getting it right."

Hyunjin steps closer, his gaze softened by understanding. "You know, it's not about getting it perfect on the first try. Sometimes you have to let go of expectations and let your instincts guide you."

As he speaks, you feel a mix of gratitude and frustration. You appreciate his attempt at encouragement, yet the weight of your self-criticism is hard to shake off. You nod, trying to absorb his advice.

But as time passes, your painting continues to deviate from your vision. With each misstep, your frustration mounts. Hyunjin, noticing your growing agitation, offers more guidance – albeit in a way that inadvertently fosters further frustration. His words come out more as critiques than suggestions, and before you know it, your patience snaps.

"Why can't you just let me figure this out on my own?" you burst out, the words carrying a tinge of hurt that takes Hyunjin by surprise.

He freezes the brush still in his hand. "What? I'm just trying to help."

"I know, but it feels like you're just criticizing everything I do!" Your voice wavers, anger and hurt tangling in your chest.

Hyunjin's frustration is palpable, too. "I'm not criticizing. I'm just trying to guide you towards improvement."

"Well, maybe I don't need your constant guidance!" Your voice quivers, the sting of your sensitivity gnawing at you. You hadn't meant for your emotions to escalate so quickly, but here you were – caught in a one-sided argument, tears pooling in your eyes.

Hyunjin's features shift from frustration to confusion as he registers your tears. "Hey, why are you getting so upset?"

Your gaze drops to the floor, shame mingling with your tears. "I don't know, okay? I shouldn't be reacting like this, but I am."

Hyunjin's expression softens as he takes in your vulnerable state. He realizes that this isn't just about the painting; it's about something deeper – a sensitivity that you both know you possess. He lowers his brush, stepping closer to you.

"I didn't mean to make you feel this way," he says, his voice gentler now. "I forget sometimes that not everyone responds well to the way I communicate."

You sniffle, wiping away a tear. "It's not just you. It's me too. I know I shouldn't let things like this affect me so much, but I can't help it."

Hyunjin sighs, his gaze sincere. "You know, sensitivity isn't a weakness. It's just a part of who you are. And I should've been more considerate."

Your eyes meet, a mixture of emotions passing between you. "I'm sorry I snapped at you," you mumble.

Hyunjin places a hand on your shoulder, a warm smile forming. "It's alright. We both have our moments. Let's just take a breather and come back to this later, okay?"

You settle on the couch, the unfinished canvas a silent reminder of your earlier frustrations. Hyunjin wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "You know, I admire your sensitivity. It means you care deeply about things, and that's a beautiful trait."

You lean into his embrace, finding comfort in his words. "Even when it leads to moments like this?"

He chuckles softly. "Especially then. We're both a work in progress, learning how to navigate each other's emotions."

You smile through the lingering tears, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders. "I'm lucky to have you."

Hyunjin presses a kiss on your temple. "And I'm lucky to have you. We'll figure this out together, one painting stroke at a time."

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Jisung:

You and Jisung are having a fun-filled game night at your apartment. The coffee table is covered with an array of board games and card decks, and laughter fills the air as you and Jisung engage in friendly competition. It's supposed to be a lighthearted evening, a chance to unwind and enjoy each other's company.

As the game progresses, Jisung's playfully competitive side shines through. He throws out witty comments and playful jabs as he wins rounds and makes strategic moves. His remarks have you laughing alongside him, but one comment catches you off guard and hits a nerve.

"Wow, you're not having a good luck streak tonight," he teases, a grin on his face.

You force a chuckle, but the comment stings more than you'd like to admit. You've been feeling emotionally sensitive lately, and the comment, while meant in jest, resonates with your current state of mind. You glance down at the game board, your enthusiasm waning slightly.

Jisung notices the shift in your demeanor, his expression softening with concern. "Hey, are you alright? I was just joking."

You offer a small smile, "Yeah, I know. Just got lost in thought for a second."

He nods, but his gaze lingers on you for a moment before returning to the game. Despite his attempt to move on, you find yourself feeling more affected by his comment than you expected.

You try to push aside the sensitive emotions that have been triggered. You focus on the games, engaging in the banter and laughter just as you always do. But in the back of your mind, that comment lingers, creating a subtle discomfort.

As you play another round, you notice that your thoughts are a bit scattered. You make a strategic move, but it doesn't quite go as planned. Jisung's playful teasing takes on a different tone in your ears, reminding you of the earlier comment.

"Ouch, looks like you're having an off night," he remarks, a grin on his face.

You glance at him, forcing a smile, but inside, you feel a pang of sensitivity. You didn't want his comments to affect you so much, but here you are, struggling to shake off the emotions they've stirred.

As the game night continues, you feel the weight of your sensitivity growing. You try to brush off the discomfort, but it's becoming increasingly challenging. You want to enjoy the evening and the company, but the comment has struck a chord you can't ignore.

Eventually, you decide that a break is in order. You put on a smile, hoping to hide your feelings and excuse yourself to the bathroom. You get up from the table and make your way to the restroom, closing the door behind you with a sigh.

Inside the bathroom, you lean against the sink, trying to gather your thoughts. The emotions you've been suppressing finally spill over, and you find yourself sniffling softly. You hadn't anticipated that a lighthearted comment during game night would trigger such a strong reaction.

Outside the bathroom, Jisung's concern hasn't faded. He knows you well enough to sense when something's wrong, even if you try to hide it. After a few minutes, he decides to check up on you. He approaches the bathroom door, his hand gently resting against the wood.

"Hey, is everything okay in there?" he asks softly.

You take a moment to compose yourself, wiping away your tears. "Yeah, I just needed a moment."

He doesn't sound convinced, and you hear a soft sigh from the other side of the door. "You know you can talk to me, right? If something's bothering you?"

His words resonate, and you realize that he genuinely cares. The vulnerability you'd been trying to suppress feels overwhelming at this moment. With a shaky breath, you open the bathroom door, revealing your slightly teary-eyed state.

Jisung's concern deepens as he takes in your appearance. Without hesitation, he pulls you into a comforting hug. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to pretend with me."

Tears escape despite your efforts to hold them back, and you bury your face in his shoulder. Jisung holds you close, his touch a soothing balm for your frayed emotions.

"I'm sorry," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky.

Jisung pulls back slightly, his fingers gently wiping away your tears. "Don't be sorry. It's okay to feel how you feel."

You take a deep breath, the weight of your sensitivity slowly easing as he offers his understanding and comfort. "It's just that... your comment earlier, hit me harder than I thought."

Jisung's expression shifts from concern to realization. "Wait, the thing I said during the game?"

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability in sharing your feelings with him.

He lets out a sigh, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. "I'm sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean to"

You offer a small smile, touched by his genuine concern. "I know you didn't mean it that way"

Jisung's gaze softens as he holds you close. "You don't have to go through this alone, you know? I'm here for you, always."

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Felix:

 You and Felix are spending an afternoon together, exploring a bustling shopping district. The sun shines overhead, casting a warm glow on the streets as you stroll hand in hand, occasionally stopping to peek into storefronts that catch your interest. It's meant to be a carefree outing, a chance to enjoy each other's company and the city's charm.

As you walk, a group of girls pass by, casting a quick glance in your direction before bursting into laughter. Your heart sinks as you catch the tail end of their mocking glances. You feel exposed as if their laughter is directed at you, even though you can't be entirely sure. You clasp Felix's hand a bit tighter, a mix of discomfort and embarrassment pooling within you.

Felix continues chatting about something he spotted at a nearby store, seemingly oblivious to the brief encounter. He's always been the kind of person who radiates positivity and doesn't let minor things affect his mood. You don't want to ruin the day with your sensitivity, so you offer a small smile and nod as he speaks.

As you browse through a store, Felix's genuine concern hasn't waned. He can sense that something is off, even though you're trying your best to hide it. He decides to address the issue and approaches you, his voice gentle.

"Is everything alright?" he asks softly.

You hesitate for a moment before admitting, "Honestly, something kind of bothered me earlier."

Felix's expression shifts from curiosity to attentive concern. "What happened?"

You take a deep breath, summoning the courage to share. "When we were walking, I noticed a group of girls looking at me and laughing. I don't know why, but it made me feel self-conscious."

Felix reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're a wonderful person, and those girls' opinions don't matter. If anything, their behavior says more about them than it does about you."

"Felix," you begin, your voice soft but resolute. "There's something I want to tell you."

He shifts slightly, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering attention. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you find the courage to speak your truth. "I love you."

Felix's eyes widen ever so slightly, his expression a mix of surprise and tenderness. The moment hangs suspended between you, a pause filled with emotion.

Then, a heartwarming smile spreads across Felix's face, his gaze never leaving yours. "I love you too, more than words could express."

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Seungmin:

You and Seungmin have always had a strong bond, but like any couple, disagreements are a natural part of your relationship. One evening, a difference in opinions leads to a heated argument that tests both your emotions and your sensitivity.

The topic at hand is trivial, something that wouldn't usually escalate into a conflict. But somehow, the conversation has spiraled into a full-blown disagreement, each of you holding your ground with growing frustration. As words are exchanged, your sensitivity to certain tones and remarks heightens the intensity of the argument.

"Can't you just see it from my perspective for once?" Seungmin exclaims, his voice tinged with exasperation.

You feel your heart clench, the sharpness of his tone cutting deeper than he intended. Your sensitivity to emotional nuances has always been a double-edged sword, allowing you to connect deeply with others but also making you more susceptible to feeling hurt.

"I am trying to see your perspective," you reply, your voice strained. "But that doesn't mean my feelings don't matter."

Seungmin's expression shifts, a mixture of frustration and regret flickering in his eyes. "I didn't mean to dismiss your feelings."

As the argument reaches a temporary impasse, you struggle to rein in your emotions. The sensitivity that runs through your veins makes it difficult to shake off the lingering hurt caused by the heated exchange.

Seungmin's brow furrows as he takes in your expression, his frustration fading into concern. He realizes that the argument has taken an emotional toll on you, and the realization dawns that his words have impacted you in a way he hadn't anticipated.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his voice softer now.

You struggle to hold back tears, your emotions bubbling over. "It's just... sometimes the way we argue... it gets to me."

Seungmin's gaze softens as he comprehends the depth of your sensitivity. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."

Seungmin takes a step closer, his eyes unwavering. "We'll work through this together, okay? I'll be more mindful of your sensitivity, and you'll let me know when things get tough."

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips, touched by his willingness to bridge the gap. "Deal."

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Jeongin:

You and Jeongin find yourselves on a quiet rooftop, the city lights below casting a soft glow against the night sky. The stars twinkle above, and a sense of tranquility settles over the two of you. Stargazing has always been a cherished activity for you – a time to reflect, share thoughts, and simply enjoy each other's company.

Tonight, however, there's an underlying weight tugging at your heart. Lately, you've been feeling emotionally sensitive, and specific comments and situations are affecting you more than they should. You had hoped that tonight's stargazing would provide a moment of solace, a chance to open up to Jeongin about your feelings.

As the two of you lie on a blanket, gazing up at the constellations, you feel a mixture of contentment and apprehension. You decide to seize the moment and express what's been on your mind.

"Jeongin," you begin softly, "sometimes, I get a little more affected by things than I let on."

He turns to you, his eyes curious. "What do you mean?"

You take a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "Well, like when certain things are said a certain way, or when I'm feeling overwhelmed, it gets to me even if I try not to show it."

Jeongin nods, but his expression doesn't change much. "I get it. We all have our moments, right?"

You feel a pang of disappointment – it's as if he didn't quite grasp the depth of what you were trying to convey. Nonetheless, you press on, hoping he'll understand better with a bit more explanation.

"Yeah, but sometimes it feels like the sensitivity is a bit too much. Like, I wish I could just brush things off, but I end up overthinking."

He offers a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, you know? You're allowed to feel how you feel."

His words are reassuring, yet you had hoped for a deeper connection, a moment of shared vulnerability. You let out a soft sigh, the stars above seemingly reflecting the emotions swirling within you.

As the night progresses, you both continue to share stories, laughter, and quiet moments of contemplation. It's a beautiful night, but there's a part of you that longs for a more profound understanding from Jeongin.

The conversation turns to dreams, aspirations, and fears. You listen intently as he speaks about his hopes for the future, his determination to succeed, and his worries about letting people down. He talks animatedly, completely immersed in the conversation.

You seize the opportunity to dive a bit deeper. "You know, Jeongin, I've been feeling a bit lost lately too. Like, I'm not sure where I'm headed."

He grins, nudging your shoulder playfully. "Don't worry, you'll figure it out. You're amazing at whatever you do."

You smile back, but a part of you aches. It's as if your words were merely skimmed over, not fully comprehended. You had hoped that sharing your uncertainties would spark a more profound exchange.

He yawns and stretches, a contented smile on his face. "Tonight was nice, huh?"

You nod, feeling a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, it was."

As he gathers the blanket and begins to pack up, he glances at you, his gaze lingering for a moment. "You okay?"

You hesitate, then decide to voice what's been on your mind. "Honestly, I wish sometimes you could pick up on the things I don't say. Like, understand when I'm struggling even if I'm smiling."

Jeongin's expression shifts from confusion to realization. "Wait, are you saying… you've been feeling more sensitive lately?"

You nod, relieved that he's finally connecting the dots.

He lets out a sigh, his features softened by understanding. "I'm sorry if I missed that. I guess I assumed you were always strong, that you didn't need anyone to worry about you."

You let out a chuckle, a mix of amusement and fondness. "Well, even strong people have their moments."

Jeongin's hand finds yours, his grip gentle and reassuring. "I promise, from now on, I'll pay more attention. I want you to know that you can always talk to me."

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Matchup Event

Matchup for: @dukemira

Matchups: Fu Hua, Firefly, March 7th

Contains: fluff, nsfw, creampie, mentions of bondage, mentions of choking, mentions of temperature play, soft sex, public sex, mentions of nipple play

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! Honestly, with Firefly's section, I have no idea how to bake so I apologize if anything is incorrect!

Ask: Long time no see I guess? Haha, anyway it's been a while and you look good, also congratulations for your 1000 followers! Okay I'll start. I will use Mira as the name, my mbti is INFJ, and my zodiac is Virgo. I'm a listener type person, I'm not speaking that much, unless the topic is interesting (or I like the topic) for me, I'll ramble so much. Many people see me as a stoic person, like I don't really care what happened later, or right now Even if it gets me in trouble. You could say I'm a hardworking person, I'll try everything to achieve what I want. If you don't mind, I would like to choose both. My first date scenario? Maybe we watch stars and aurora while drinking hot coffee and some snack (I like quiet place, irl I always go out at night like pm and go home at 3 in the morning lmao) it's just, so refreshing y'know? I'm indeed a dominant, and more into vanilla sex, soft, gentle. (Sometimes I wanna tie them up, and close their vision) (pls don't match me with male characters) The fandom Im in, honkai impact and honkai star rail.

Fu Hua

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Like you, Fu Hua often takes late-night walks to clear her mind. The day she decided to take a different route for a change of scenery, she had no idea that this choice would end up affecting the rest of her life.

: ̗̀➛ It all starts off as the both of you passing each other on a quiet, isolated street; things like you glancing at the woman the first time you saw her because of how rare it is to see someone else around these hours. The most you'd get were stray animals and the occasional taxis, and you liked it that way.

: ̗̀➛ Your overly carefree attitude towards life and Fu Hua's overly cautious and apprehensive nature perfectly balance each other out like yin and yang. Not one is greater or worse than the other; both are inseparable as are the sorrows and joys of living that you'd gladly experience with each other.

: ̗̀➛ Change is a fearsome thing. All of the insignificant differences come together until eventually, you realize that your surroundings have already changed beyond recognition. Fu Hua firmly believes in this, and yet, it was the same change that brought her to meet you. As such, you're also the one to introduce her to new things. It takes her a bit of coaxing, but she's willing to try anything as long you're with her.

: ̗̀➛ Generally speaking, the two of you have so many similarities and just as many differences. Somehow, though, you make it work. Not because you just happen to be the right person for each other, but because you want to make it right.

"Fu Hua?" Your voice breaks Fu Hua's train of thought. She'd been gazing up at the sky for a while now, reminiscing about the past as she does so. It's not something she particularly chooses to do the first dusk of every new year, but she always ends up doing it nonetheless.

"Ah, you're awake. Did I wake you when I got up from bed?" She turns to you with a somber yet warm smile on her face. Her gaze goes down to the two cups of hot chocolate in your hands and mutters a small "thank you" as she takes one of them. You shake your head in response to her question. "Mm. I just got a bit worried when I woke up and you weren't beside me."

"What are you thinking about?" You ask before taking a quick sip of your drink. The dark and rich taste is perfect for calm, quiet mornings like this. Last night was filled with celebrations and festivities, and now that they're done, the city has fallen asleep. The sun peeks out through the horizon to greet the start of the new year.

"It's nothing important. It always amazes me how quickly time can pass and bring change." Her gaze falls down onto the jewelry shop at the corner of the road. It used to be a small diner run by a nice elderly couple. They had a dog; a small Australian terrier named Winter. Ironically enough, Winter did not like the cold. She wonders where they are now and how they're doing.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence, the sunlight illuminating the unlit city. Fu Hua smiles at the sound of the dogs barking; it's the one thing that has stayed constant throughout all these years. She hopes spending mornings with you like this will become one of those things as well. "Happy New Year, my love."

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: ̗̀➛ Very vanilla and traditional so Fu Hua thinks she should always be submissive, at least at first. She's open to trying out new things in bed. We all know that she'd be submissive regardless of her old fashioned mindset, though.

: ̗̀➛ Fu Hua is open-minded when it comes to kinks, so she's willing to try anything at least once as long as it isn't anything too extreme or unhygienic.

: ̗̀➛ She's really big on safe sex. Fu Hua is actually very educated on sex despite having little to no personal experience with it/things related to it, mostly because she's had to give her disciples "the talk" before.

: ̗̀➛ During sex is when Fu Hua is the most emotionally vulnerable. She accidentally slips out words that she'd be way too prideful to say in any other situation, says "I love you" a lot more than usual, and reaches out to hold your hands subconsciously.

: ̗̀➛ She can go for a lot of rounds, but afterwards, she's immediately falling asleep. She'll try to give you the best aftercare she can (even if you were the one on top,) with the energy she has left, but the most she can probably do is get you a glass of water and a towel.

"My love..." She sighs, desperate and needy. Her legs rest at either of your sides as your hips rut slowly and softly against hers. Slender, calloused hands rest on your back, clawing ever so slightly whenever you hit a certain spot inside of her.

The room is dimly lit with scented candles, your clothes scattered on the floor while sensual music plays in the background. A scene telling of the romance and passion between two lovers.

You adjust yourself to hit deeper inside of her, and Fu Hua sings. She sings your name like an angel gently comforting you with her embrace; soft, and loving.

Feeling yourself nearing climax, you groan her name and bury your face into the side of her pale neck. As if in unspoken understanding, her fingers reach out to intertwine with yours, and her legs wrap around your waist.

Your hips stutter, and you fill her deep with your cum. Her chest rises up and down as she catches her breath, and she looks ethereal. You're set on spending the rest of your life with her.

March 7th

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ You and March 7th are the epitome of the saying "opposites attract." Or so, people say. While that might seem true on the surface, you actually have a lot of similarities like two stars in different galaxies, shining with unique brilliance yet connected by the vastness of the universe.

: ̗̀➛ For example, the two of you like quiet places; only for different reasons. You like quiet places because you like being able to be at peace and be alone with your thoughts. March likes quiet places because she can often find you in them. She loves bustling atmospheres and the blinding city lights, but she loves you more.

: ̗̀➛ Her troubles affect her more than they seem to, and when she can't silence the negative thoughts in her head, it's you that she comes to for respite.

: ̗̀➛ There's something about you that makes March feel so... safe and secure. She feels comfortable telling you about things that she'd normally repress herself. You keep her grounded. You help her get through the bad times and replace them with good ones.

: ̗̀➛ You care for her and try to comfort her the best you can, but you don't really care about things like "who she used to be" and "what she even is." Human, alien, or even as an emanator, you'd love her all the same. What matters to you isn't her past, but the future that you can have together.

"Hehe..." March looks up at the new ring you bought for her. The cold, silver metal shines when the moonlight hits it just the right way. To her, its glint symbolizes your love and the future to come. "Do you really like the ring that much?" You ask since she's been staring at it intently ever since you first got it for her. Of course, you're flattered since you also chose it, but you know March can be a bit overdramatic sometimes.

March turns to you as soon as the question leaves your lips. "Of course! You bought it for me, after all." She smiles with pride. You chuckle at her reaction and pat her head. "I'm glad you like it, but don't dote on it too much. I can always buy you a new one, y'know?" You weren't exactly rich, but that ring wasn't exactly expensive either. It was just something you bought because it seemed to be her style.

"Sure, but every gift from you is special to me. Even if you get me an extravagant wedding ring one day, I'll still treasure all of the handwritten notes you leave me sometimes." You blush at the implications of marriage. Of course it's been on your mind too, but to hear March mention it so casually has you feeling a bit bashful.

"When that time comes, let's get a big house and a whole army of pets! Ah, but that might make it difficult for the express... What about 5? Or if Pompom allows us, 10?" You chuckle at her ambition. You can already imagine Pompom going crazy with cleaning all of the fur. Still, a future like that with her sounds quite nice.

"We'll get as many as you want, March."

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: ̗̀➛ She's not a stranger to the concept of sex, but there are a lot of things that she doesn't know about it. Despite that, or maybe because of that, she's always wanted to try.

: ̗̀➛ March 7th mostly bottoms--she counts on you to take the lead since you're more knowledgeable. She can definitely be the dominant one if asked, though. Top or bottom, her main goal is for both of you to feel good.

: ̗̀➛ Getting tied up and wearing nice lingerie are her favorite things! The intricate designs make March feel prettier, so she sometimes wears them underneath her clothes just for that confidence boost.

: ̗̀➛ She's up for it anytime anywhere mostly, but she's a bit hesitant to have sex in busier places. She likes it when there's a chance of someone spotting the two of you in the act, but she doesn't want to actually get caught. That would scar her for life.

: ̗̀➛ Loves it when you get more assertive. She loves how gentle and caring you are with her, so seeing a side of you that's so different gives her whiplash in the best ways possible.

: ̗̀➛ Her nipples are the most sensitive part of her body. She could have an orgasm just from you playing with them. A close second is her neck, though. Whether you leave kisses all over it or choke it ever so slightly, you're sure to get her gushing in her panties.

"I swear to Akivili, I'm going to kill you once all this is over!" March whisper shouts, turning to face you with an angry red all over her cheeks. Whether it's from embarrassment or arousal you're not sure.

The Astral Express had been invited to a fancy dinner, and as a result, you're spending the night mingling with the other guests; mostly the bigwigs of the planet you had just arrived on.

Or so, that's how March expected the evening would go. Now she's sat on your lap, legs spread as she gets fingered by you under the table. To others, you'd merely look like a young, naive couple in love, unaware of how her cunt drips slick and clamps down on your fingers.

Everyone turns their heads towards both of you when March whimpers in the middle of her sentence. She's quick to dismiss their concerns, and you chuckle at their cluelessness, saying March is just feeling a bit nervous.

You hold her gently by her chin and press a seemingly chaste kiss on her lips, swallowing her moans as she cums all over your hand. The rest of them are left none the wiser to the filthy acts the two of you are committing behind the scenes.

March hates how good you can make her feel.

Firefly

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Your relationship is one full of secrets, but neither of you really mind. You understand that everyone has things that they wouldn't want anyone else to know, and that being their partner doesn't make you an exception.

: ̗̀➛ She doesn't question you when you come home at ungodly hours of the day. You don't question her when she comes home smelling like smoke and motor oil. You rush into each other's embrace regardless of the day you had beforehand. It gives you comfort and warmth and makes you feel like nothing else matters other than being in your lover's arms and the steady beating of their heart.

: ̗̀➛ Her favorite activity to do with you is baking! Neither of you is particularly skilled at it, but she finds the experience therapeutic and wants to share it with you. Firefly also has fun experimenting with the recipe to see what works the best.

: ̗̀➛ Firefly is a very kind and gentle partner, but only when she's awake. When the two of you are in bed together, (which is very rare considering how different your schedules are,) she becomes a heartless monster who hogs literally all of the blankets and pillows. Yes, blankets with an s. You've tried to solve this problem by getting your own, but to no avail.

: ̗̀➛ Honestly, it'd be pretty easy to take the blankets away from Firefly since she isn't very physically strong, but you can't. She just looks so peaceful asleep like this (despite leaving you vulnerable to the cold) and you know that she's tired. Hell, it's probably been a week or two since she's slept this well. You just don't have the heart.

"See, all you have to do is place the icing into the bag and..." Firefly rambles on about the techniques she uses when decorating pastries, even going as far as to give you a live example on the cake rolls the two of you were currently baking.

You cherish every second of these comfortable, domestic moments with her given how rare it is for the two of you to have the whole day to spend with each other like this.

However, there is one problem.

Earlier, you noticed that she accidentally put salt instead of sugar when making the batter. Should you tell her, or let her taste the consequences of her actions?

As you're faced with this life-threatening dilemma, Firefly looks up at you with a concerned expression and asks, "Are you okay, Mira...? We can always do this another time if you want."

For a moment, you almost take pity on her. Thinking of all the nights she took all the blankets and pillows (albeit unconsciously) and left you without protection against the cold, you make your decision. This blanket hogger must be brought to justice.

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: ̗̀➛ It's good that you're more into soft sex because that's quite literally all that Firefly can handle. Seriously. Don't go rough on her unless you want her to get sent to the hospital.

: ̗̀➛ She can get a bit insecure about this and think that you deserve someone that you won't have to restrain yourself for during sex, but you reassure her that isn't the case and that intimacy isn't the most important part of your relationship with her.

: ̗̀➛ Due to how frail she is, it takes a lot of trust for her to engage in intimacy with someone. Chances are, you're probably her first time. She trusts you to not only make her feel good, but she also trusts that you'll be gentle and respect her boundaries.

: ̗̀➛ She's more on the vanilla side, but being physically weak doesn't stop her from having a few kinks of her own. For the most part, she'd be into getting blindfolded and temperature play.

: ̗̀➛ Whether Firefly is on top or not, she's way too gentle to ever hurt you, even accidentally. She's definitely the type to ask for consent/ask if you're feeling good every 5 minutes, regardless of how horny and desperate she might be.

When Firefly walked through the door with a sense of restlessness in her footsteps, rushing to take off her coat and straddle your hips as you sat on the couch, you already knew what she wanted.

Every time she's away at work (if you can even call it that) for a long time, she comes back all tense and desperate to please you. It's her favorite way to destress, she says. Still, you can never get used to your sweet and gentle Firefly being so... lustful.

Of course, you don't mind and you'd gladly help her take her mind off work, but the contrast in her behavior never fails to catch you off guard.

She buries her face into your neck, breathing heavily as her hands fumble for the waistband of your pants. "Pants, please?" You snap out of your inner monologue and help her.

Once she looks up at you, you can't help but notice the glint in her eyes. It's... different, and hungry. You can't help but be glad that you don't have to wake up early the next morning.

[captjprice]

John Price x Medic!Reader

a/n: this fic sucks honestly. i had to rewrite it THREE times. its so rushed im sorry. next smut WILL be better.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, fingering, quickie, on the desk, poor desk, exhibitionism??, light dom/sub, Price is so sweet,

When Price saw you for the first time, he could barely get the words out of his mouth to greet you. He was in total awe of you, your pretty face and your cute figure. How had such a sweetheart been assigned to treat him? He couldn't help but smile as you spoke sweetly to him. "Please, sit down, Captain."

Price knew the way you acted and spoke wasn't meant to elicit such a reaction from him— You were simply a bubbly personality. Yet, something nagged him with the thought that you knew exactly what you were doing. He tried to push those thoughts, (and many others), aside. Especially in moments like when you tended to the wound on his bare chest, and he could see your cheeks flushing from the close proximity. It made him grin, and shift his position to hide the hard-on growing in his pants.

He knew he had to do something about it, because the mutual attraction between the both of you made every room hot and humid. And he couldn't just keep satisfying himself with a quick palming under the desk.

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You sat in the treatment facility, chatting around with Tara, one of the other medics on base. It wasn't often you had time to chat, but the business had died down. Just when the topic of the Captain came up, he walked through the door. He usually did so daily around the same time, claiming he had 'orders' to check up on you, but you knew better.

You also knew that the way he looked at you wasn't just friendly. Couldn't have been. Tara watched with a sneaky smile, then headed off to treat one of the soldiers, Antonio, in the next room. Tara obviously knew about the two of you, you could cut the tension with a knife.

Price walks in, obviously trying to look casual as he stepped closer to you. You bat your lashes at him, and he quirks up a brow in amusement. "What's with you, love? Lookin' at me like that?" He muses, brushing a piece of stray hair behind you ear. "What? Like what?" You tease, tilting your head. "Little devil," He mutters under his breath before clearing his throat. "Listen, sweetheart. Gotta talk to you. In my office, it's important."

The way he says it makes you worry, like you've done something wrong. "Oh, everything okay?" You ask, furrowing your brows together. He nods, just making a motion for you to follow him, and you do just that. "Everything's alright, just wanted to have a talk, yeah?" He says, and you answer with a hum. He lets you into his office with a mutter of 'lady's first,' then sits down at his desk with a groan.

"Alright, love. I know there's no beating around the bush about it, so i'll say it. You're.. distracting." His words cause your eyes to widen, and you clear your throat. "What?" You blurt. "I don't know if you even realize it, but you drive me up the wall sometimes, touching me and talking all sweet." He mutters, light frustration lacing his tone. Your cheeks turn red, and you just stare at him. You were flirting with him, obviously. But you didn't think he'd get so.. bothered by it.

"I mean it. And i'd like to take you out sometime, if you'll have me." He finished, standing up and walking over to you. "Hm?" He hummed. You snapped out of your daze, nodding along. "Oh, yeah. Yes. I'd love that." You mumbled, mind totally elsewhere as his hand cupped your chin. "You're such a pretty lass," He mused, leaning closer. His gaze flickered to the door, making sure it was fully closed. You practically melted into his grip, whispering a shy "Thank you," back to him.

He finally decided to make a move if you wouldn't, leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy and needy, like he didn't care about taking his time. He pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, staring at you lovingly. "You do want this? Right?" He whispered, making sure he wasn't acting out on a whim here. You nod, cheeks flush. He also nods, his lips pecking yours chastely before moving down your jaw, all the way to your collarbone.

His hands fiddled with the top of the nurse uniform, unbuttoning it and sliding it off as quickly as he could. He needed you, and he was making it real obvious. You whine as he kisses down your cleavage, sucking a dark mark right between your breasts. The noise makes him grin, and he pulls back to hoist you up, placing you on the desk. His lips are back on your skin, his hands absently fiddling to unclip your bra. When he's finally able to toss it to the side, he groans. You were so beautiful, and he was going to absolutely ruin you. "You're perfect, love. Absolutely perfect, and all for me." He says quietly, his mouth running over your breast and toying with your nipple.

A whimper leaves your mouth, and your thighs press together as a shameful reminder of your arousal. "Someone will hear," You manage to say as John continues to grope you. "So?" He says lowly, pushing you further back on the desk, not even turning his gaze when one of the photographs fall to the floor. His hands pull down your skirt and panties at the same time, leaving them hanging at your ankles. His hands trail over your bare thighs, making it's way to your dripping cunt. "Mmh," You whimper as he pushes your legs open, letting his fingers tease across your inner thighs. 'You're sure, right?" He asks again, and you nod. "Please," You mumble, and he obliges, letting his fingers slide across your folds. He whispers out a curse as he feels just how wet you are, and his thumb flicks across your clit. You squirm, your legs jolting a little from the sudden touch. Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside of you.

You let out a shameful moan, and you hope to god nobody is outside of his office right now. "John," You whisper absentmindedly, squirming as he begins to pump his fingers into you. "Fuuuck, you're tight. Can't wait to have you clench around me like that." He whispers, his free hand squeezing your breast. You don't reply— You're too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you, holding onto the desk like your life depends on it. The pressure and arousal builds, and you throw your head back, trying to grab onto Price's wrist so maybe he'll slow down, but he just slaps your hand away.

"Mmh, close, I.." You whine, and he just shushes you. "I know, love. You're doing so well, aren't you?" He whispers, only speeding up. The pitch of your moans get higher, and his hand comes up to caress your cheek. He can tell you're about to come undone— His hand places itself over your mouth to muffle the loud noise when you do. Your legs tremble, and he continues to pump his fingers through your orgasm. He removes his hand when you've quieted down, placing a little kiss to your forehead. "You did so good, sweetheart. That was only to get you ready." He mumbles, unbuckling his belt.

Despite how quick it all was, he was so caring. "You okay, love? Think we can continue?" He asked sweetly, caressing your knee. After a moment of heavy panting, you nod. He unzips his pants, stepping closer and pulling himself out of his pants. Fuck, he was huge. He took his cock in his hand, pumping himself a few times. "Oh, am I gonna enjoy this.." He mused, letting his tip slide along your folds. You whimpered, sick of the teasing. "John, please.." You whispers. He grins lazily, placing his tip at your entrance. Slowly, Price pushes himself inside of you, careful to not hurt you. "You're doing so good, lovely." He cooed, his thumb rubbing circles onto your hips.

He stopped when almost fully in, giving you a moment to adjust. "You just let me know when you're alright, hm?" He hums, staring down at you. You nod after a minute, and he slowly starts moving. You've never felt so full, you're sure of it. Your eyes flutter closed as you take in the sensation, and his thumb continues to rub circles onto your hips. "You feel even better than I expected, love." He groans, speeding up a little. You know you should be quiet— It's his office and if you get caught you'll both have a big problem. But he's so big, and you can't help but let a few moans spill from your mouth. "F-.. Oh, fuck, John, faster..-" You whine out, your hand finding his shirt and trying to pull him closer.

"Mmh, you'll have to be quiet." He grunts, speeding up to a pace that's almost animalistic— The hand that was rubbing your hips are gripping now, his fingers digging into your plush skin as he thrusts into you. Your noises only get louder along with the sound of skin slapping on skin. "Fuck," He moans, reaching forward to place his hand over your mouth again when you get too loud for his liking. You're close, you can feel that same pleasure building in your lower abdomen. When Price leans forward to bite into your shoulder to stifle his own sounds, you come undone, your legs wrapping around his waist as you practically see stars.

It doesn't take him long to come after that, lazily thrusting into you a few more times before he bottoms out in you, coming inside. Your legs twitch, and you let out a soft whine. "John.." He pulls out, panting heavily. "Fuck, you're amazing. Heavensent, love." He whispers to you, leaning forward to give you a chaste kiss. "You alright?" Price asks, noticing you just hazily looking at him. You nod, and he grins. "Mmh, how about you head to my quarters and step into the shower, yeah? I'll join you in a moment." He says sweetly, and you nod again, pulling up your panties and skirt on wobbly knees.

[altruistic-meme]

hi hi bestie!

i have come to ask. since i've seen it on your blog so much, what is bsd?

i'm trying to look for new fandoms/content for 2025 and i'm curious

-miels 💜✨

HI MIELS!!! I BROKE OUT THE LAPTOP FOR THIS IM SORRY ALREADY FOR HOW LONG ITS GONNA BE<3

bsd stands for Bungo Stray Dogs! it's an anime/manga series :D it is, as you can probably guess, my current biggest fixation for the last like nearly a year ksdfhsdkhf

but!! it's super fun!! how to explain it... i guess more or less, it's set up as a detective anime where some people have superpowers (called special abilities, or just ablities, usually)! a whole lot of shit happens, the mafia is very involved, as of now in the series the world is currently in crisis and my favorite character is halfway across the planet just hanging out in France :)

but it is a lot... darker? more serious?? in a lot of places??? it covers a lot of more difficult topics (like war, abuse, and the cycle of abuse among others) although not always in serious ways (see: Dazai, who is well-known for constantly talking about suicide, and the fact that it is almost always played comedically)

one of my favorite things to mention with it is that bsd and My Hero Academia aired very very close to each other!! and while mha got super popular, bsd didn't get half as much attention. but when you have 2 superpower animes release so close to each other, it sort of makes sense that the one that's first 5 minutes is composed of "orphan who is actively starving to death gets scolded by man for saving him from killing himself" ISN'T the one that went big in mainstream.

OH ALSO!!! most of the characters in the show are based off of real authors!! and their abilities are named for those author's works. Dazai Osamu is a real author who wrote books such as No Longer Human, The Setting Sun, and Flowers of Buffoonery. Nakahara Chuuya was a real poet, and For the Tainted Sorrow is one of his poems! there are also American authors who show up (F. Scott Fitzgerald, Lousia May Alcott, Mark Twain, etc) and some others :3

now, both the anime and the manga are incomplete, and the anime caught up to the manga in the last season so it'll probably be a good bit of time until we get another season (unless they decide to stray from the manga, but tbh i don't see them doing that). BUT the manga releases chapters monthly usually :D AND there is a lot of "side" content, such as light novels and side-mangas, that are also still coming out (if you saw me screaming about Stormbringer, it's a LN that's getting a manga now!)

i am RAMBLING SO SO MUCH SORRY. as you can perhaps see, i am very excited about this silly little show. i also would love for you to watch it and tell me your thoughts or even to like. watch it with you if you'd want bc i so bad want to have more people to scream to about this show. 👍

[deusvervewrites]

Sorry for this nonsequitor but i cant find the actual post to reblog the conversation , so ask it is

There was a post (which im FAIRLY sure was on your blog , atleast as a reblog) talking about 'mha suffering from shonen Adults are Useless syndrome hardcore' and bringing up that between Aizawa stopping attacks and Thirteen sucking up stray attacks, if they stayed at the top of the plaza during the usj not only would the enemies be at a tiring checkpoint needing to climb the stairs but theyd have a better vantage point (there was alot more to it to the point i Agreed but again i cant find it)

Yet Aizawa left the defendable Highground

It occurred to me that going for an evac strategy instead of defending / camping the top could be because of Kurogiri. What exactly would stop him from opening a portal at the top behind or from the side in a blind spot? Yes Erasure should BUT 1. They dont know how long it takes to make a portal or go through, him blinking very well could be enough time and 2 theres still the 'cut the portal halfway strat' they tried on All Might and Aizawa thought of it as a possibility too. Too many unknowns

There is also the whole 'blocked off from UA comunication' thing the post didnt address

I'm not sure if you're thinking of one of my posts but I definitely have posts that are about or mention those topics.

The problem here is that they should still evacuate. They have 20 untrained children against 75 Villains, and no way of gauging how dangerous any of them are. The sensors are not going off so there is no way of getting reinforcements, and no way of knowing whether the main campus is secure or also under attack.

Furthermore, they do know that Kurogiri's portals aren't instant because they watched it open to let the Villains in. Regardless, Aizawa blinks anyway when he runs in to subdue the Villains letting Kurogiri overpower Thirteen and scatter the students. While this is partially because Bakugou and Kirishima jumped in front of Thirteen's attack, you know what would've been much more likely to stop a Villain than Thirteen alone? Thirteen and Eraserhead, together. But because he ran off ahead he couldn't reapply Erasure to Kurogiri in time.

And since Thirteen can destroy pretty much anything, they could've destroyed the stairs, cutting off the enemy approach so they wouldn't even have to worry about being cornered while dealing with Kurogiri.

That's not to say that the USJ was Eraserhead's fault--he didn't make the League attack. And Thirteen, as a fully licensed Pro Hero, should have known better than to fall for the oldest trick in the book. Also, the Noumu was there, and that alone would've caused a lot of problems, regardless of strategy. But sending in a long-range support fighter to take on an entire horde while leaving the destructive close-range specialist alone to evacuate the students was suboptimal.

[the-kr8tor]

OH NO IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY OVER THE LAST ONE:( Also I feel like you'd be more of a cool aunt than a grandma..or an older sister wait IM BEING EXECUTED? NO WHAT HAVE I DONE PLEASE- I'M SORRY Daily Hobie HC! Five minutes ago, you were half asleep, waiting for Hobie to come home from wherever he had swung off. And now, all you can process is the fact you've been blinded, and are now being carried into the living room by a chuckling Hobie. As he sits you down, he pecks your lips affectionately, thankful for the fact you put up with his shenanigans on a daily basis. However, his surprise quickly fails as the stray kitty he found let out a loudest meow you both have ever heard. He and you both are stunned in shock at how something so small could possibly produce the loudest, possibly earthquake-inducing meow ever. You begin to laugh, untying the blindfold from your eyes as he picks up the box, pushing it towards you as you hear the feisty hisses. Peering over the side of the cardboard box, it's the tiniest tabby kitten you've ever seen, with crazy whiskers and its fur fluffed up to look like a pom pom...and an amusingly long muzzle. Hobie laughs, watching your eyes practically turn into the shape of hearts at the little thing. He can tell you're desperate to hold the kitten, but seeing as its pretty feral, you're holding back Luckily, Hobie is the Disney Princess of the house so he's undeniably able to get the small furball accustomed to both of you pretty quick. Eventually, you do manage to hold it in your lap. You lean against his chest as he traps you in between his legs, watching you interact with the tiny thing as his head rests on your shoulder. As soon as he brings up the topic of names, you groan aloud, knowing what he'll suggest. Hobie teasingly suggests to name it after you, seeing as you're also 'short and spicy'. Although you slapped his knee for the suggestion, he still thought it was worth it, and a pretty valid name. After around 10 minutes of going back and forth on names, you both decide on 'Pepper'..however, you decide to mentally confirm that the full name would be 'Hobart Pepper Brown Junior', just to add a bit of insult to the future injury. That very night, you had let Pepper stay in the box in the living room, accompanied with a small warm bedding for comfort. Hobie was surprised to have woken up seeing the oriental shorthair nipping at his ankles, immediately recoiling his legs with a silent exclamation, waiting for Pepper to move onto your feet to see your reaction. Hobie practically burst out into laughter upon seeing you almost immediately curl yourself in, letting out a 'FUCK' in pure shock. For the entire morning, Hobie wouldn't stop attempting to pinch at the back of your feet, teasing you with a smirk. The moment Pepper began to grow into a more stable appearance, Hobie seemed surprised to one day walk into the kitchen with him perched up on your shoulder, looking like some regal cat..however, the long muzzle always tended to make you both giggle a little. It looked so cute, yet so silly at the same time. Hobie's smile quickly faded into a deadpanned expression as you told him that Pepper is like Hobie, since the full name was 'Hobart Pepper Brown Junior'. Your smug smirk had Hobie struggling to keep his neutral expression, with him coming closer, his lips ghosting over yours, just to pull away at the last second as he picks up Pepper, proclaiming the cat as his son, and you as his mother. If only he knew that he would have two daughters in the future. Multiple times, you've seen Hobie get into little 'disagreements' with Pepper, and multiple times, you've seen Hobie stitching together a mini Spiderpunk suit to match. Pepper, surprisingly, doesn't mind at all when Hobie dresses him up, usually trotting towards you as if to show you what Hobie had done. Pepper's always been more affectionate with you than Hobie, but you've seen the two boys have their moments...and maybe have a picture of it hidden somewhere. -🐦‍⬛

Your good babes! It just means that your writing moved me to tears 😂 Hell yea I'm an older sister (unfortunately)

You better run from roze or she'll make u write more fluff as compensation!

DAILY HOBIE HC YIPPEE!!!

OMG THAT'S MY DREAM COME TRUE! I WANT A CAT SO BAD BUT EVERYONE AT HOME ARE DOG PEOPLE 😭 (send help and cats)

Pepper my beloved 😍 that's their son!!! Their precious baby boy! Who bites ankles! 😂😂😂

Billie and mona interacting with pepper would be so cute!!!!! I gotta write them when they're younger again bc i miss the babies

Imagine hobie bringing him during slow patrols while pepper sits happily inside his backpack and wearing his custom made suit!!! GAHHH 🥰🥰🥰

[calamitymentality]

Just realised I didnt post my qoz thing on here. im gonna do a similar thing for Small Returns, jacob’s 2nd play, too. i chatted with one of the actors once but they didnt remember anything unfortunately. they were very nice, though. also, props to kiera (FORGOT YOUR @ SORRY KIERA) for being the only other person so far who gives a shit <3333 guys i think she likes rideau… anyways the poor grammar ends HERE!!

Warning. Long ass post.

The only available images from the play. 1: Rene Metcalf (Celine Stubel) and Danny (Rod Peter Jr.). 2: Dr. Roland Welby (Jacob Richmond) and Rene Metcalf (Celine Stubel).

Qualities Of Zero

Six person cast.

Written by: Jacob Richmond.

Jacob Richmond’s first professional play.

Note: I’m freaking obsessed I’ve been holding back posting anything about this so that this can exist as a complication of information.

To my knowledge, this is the only sort of thing like this for QOZ. So yeah, whether you’ve heard of it or not, I hope this helps, and I hope you fall in love with it like I have.

Productions:

Tarragon Theatre Extra Space

Waterfront Theatre

1-Tarragon Theatre Extra Space

Dates: Nov 28 - Dec 16, 2011

Cast: Scott McCord, Robert Tsonos, Carly Street, Rodger Barton, Barbara Gordon, John Cleland.

Director: Micheal Kessler Black

(Source 1 - cast, director, dates. Source 2 - dates, venue)

2- Atomic Vaudeville & Vancouver Fringe (venue: Waterfront Theatre)

Dates: Nov 1 - 19, 2006.

Cast: Jacob Richmond, Jeff Gladstone, Micheal Delamont, Gina McIntosh, Rod Peter Jr., Celine Stubel.

Director: Britt Small

(Source 4 - venue, dates, cast, director. Source 5 - Atomic Vaudeville’s website)

Characters:

Dr. Roland Welby

Rideau Welby

Welby’s Father

Welby’s Mother

Dr. Tom Selkin

Smelsh

Teacher

Aurora Selkin

Dr. Renè Metcalf

Danny

(Source 1 + Source 3 - character names)

1-Dr. Roland Welby

Played by Scott McCord (Tarragon Theatre) & Jacob Richmond (Waterfront Theatre)

Dr. Roland Welby is North America’s leading neurochemist. Offbeat, rational, smart and emotionless. He suffered a mental break after his mother’s death, and invented a drug which blocks out emotion. He believes happiness is impossible for creatures who must die, Time + Expectation Of Euphoria = Perpetual Disappointment. And all that. He is the main character, and the crux of the story seems to be his relationships with other characters when his drug is taken away.

“"The Qualities of Zero" traces the experiences of neurochemist Dr. Roland Welby as he attempts to comes to terms with the death of his mother. He is a highly self-conscious genius whose hyperrational view of the world prevents him from telling or understanding jokes without explaining them. At career day at a kindergarten, Welby, still stricken with grief, strays from his topic to explain why happiness is impossible to beings who must die. His summary equation is T + EOE = PD, that is "Time plus expectation of euphoria equals perpetual disappointment". The fiasco at the school leads him to test a new drug he has developed on himself. The drug can completely block the emotional highs and lows produced by the limbic system, "happy-mad-sad land" as he calls it, thus allowing him to feel "zero" when confronting the world around him.” (Source 1, 2001)

“It is a set of variations on emotionless-hyperintellectual-confronts-embarrassing-situation, where Welby is compelled to evaluate everything, even sex and death, in term of advantages versus disadvantages.” (Source 1, 2001)

“Much of the humour lies in the odd rhythm of the script that continually requires Welby to catch onto things several beats after everyone else.” (Source 1, 2001)

”Although Welby's drug controls his emotions, it cannot protect him from those of others and by the end when his supply has been cut off he is entangled in the web his interactions with others has created.” (Source 1, 2001)

“…North America's leading Neuroscientist (Roland Welby)…” (Source 3, 2006)

“After the death of his mother, and becoming dangerously unhinged while giving a lecture in a grade four career day, Doctor Roland Welby decides to forgo the traditional methods of overcoming grief and madness by taking his own experimental drug that makes him feel absolutely nothing.” (Source 3, 2006)

“When the drug is finally removed Roland is forced to deal with the people in his life on an emotional level he was never comfortable expressing.” (Source 3, 2006)

“…Roland, a nutty neuro-scientist who develops a serum that neutralizes emotions, a serum he regularly injects into his neck. You can see why he’d want to be able to control himself, surrounded as he is by problems and temptations…” (Source 4, 2006)

2-Rideau Welby

Played by Robert Tsonos (Tarragon Theatre) & Jeff Gladstone (Waterfront Theatre).

Rideau is Roland’s brother. He is schizophrenic, and was just recently taken out of a psychiatric hospital. He is obsessed with eating Charlemagne’s cheese.

“Welby's brother Rideau is a schizophrenic obsessed with Charlemagne's cheese-consumption who decides to go off his thorazine after leaving a mental home.” (Source 1, 2001)

“…and finally his (Welby’s) brother Rideau (A recent exile from a mental institution).” (Source 3, 2006)

“…a crazy brother (Jeff Gladstone)…” (Source 4, 2006)

3-Welby’s Father (minor character)

Does not appear in play.

Dead. Seemingly for a while, like since Welby was quite young.

”When Welby's father died…” (Source 1, 2001)

4-Welby’s Mother (minor character)

Does not appear in play.

Dead. An alcoholic, since her husband died. She opened an all-year Christmas store, since Christmas is the happiest day of the year.

“When Welby's father died his mother became an alcoholic and opened a Christmas store to live the happiest day of the year year-round.” (Source 1, 2001)

5-Dr. Tom Selkin

Played by Rodger Barton (Tarragon Theatre) & Micheal Delamont (Waterfront Theatre)

Welby’s boss in 2001 and his coworker in 2006. It is unclear. He wants to be Spanish pirate, and Welby proves that all his stuff is useless. That causes him to go off the rails and after Welby.

“Welby's boss fantasizes that he is a Spanish pirate and when Welby's research proves that his life's work is worthless, he goes berserk and seeks revenge.” (Source 1, 2001)

“Among the people Roland must deal with are Doctor Selkin (A man obsessed with becoming Spanish)” (Source 3, 2006)

“…an overwrought colleague who has it in for him (Michael Delamont)…” (Source 4, 2006)

6-Smelsh (minor character)

Played by Rodger Barton (Tarragon Theatre) & Micheal Delamont (Waterfront Theatre)

Welby’s foul-mouthed landlord.

“Welby’s foul-mouthed landlord.” (Source 1, 2001).

7-Teacher (minor character)

Played by Barbara Gordon (Tarragon Theatre) & Gina McIntosh (Waterfront Theatre)

A teacher. Shocker. Very uptight and ‘prim’.

“…the too-prim Teacher whose class Welby disrupts…” (Source 1, 2001)

8-Aurora Selkin

Played by Barbara Gordon (Tarragon Theatre) & Gina McIntosh (Waterfront Theatre)

The CEO of the company Dr. Metcalf, Dr. (Tom) Selkin and Dr. Welby work for in 2001, and their boss in 2006. She is Dr. Tom Selkin’s ex-wife, as she divorces him for Dr. Welby. She’s desperate for Welby, seemingly because she is being neglected by her husband. He’s likely going after Welby, working or fantasizing about being a Spanish pirate.

“The boss's wife and CEO of the company both work for is dangerously unhinged after divorcing her husband and throws herself at Welby.” (Source 1, 2001)

“…the sex-starved CEO (Aurora).” (Source 1, 2001)

“…His (Welby’s) boss Aurora Selkin (a cosmetic surgery fanatic)” (Source 3, 2006)

”..the colleague’s sexy wife, also Roland’s boss (Gina McIntosh)…” (Source 4, 2006)

9-Renè Metcalf / Rene Metcalf

Played by Carly Street (Tarragon Theatre) & Celine Stubel (Waterfront Theatre)

Renè, Welby’s lab partner, is obsessed with death. She’s a vegetarian/vegan (according to which article you read) and buries all the dead lab animals in her backyard. She’s sensitive and shy, and Welby’s love interest, his attraction to her persisting through the drug. She sees life, death and happiness in a seemingly opposite way to Welby.

“The lab partner Welby is attracted to despite the drug's control is a death-obsessed vegetarian who buries all the deceased lab animals in her back yard.” (Source 1, 2001)

“Carly Street puts in a winning performance as Welby's potential girlfriend lending her a shyness and sensitivity that make sense of René's funerary proclivities.” (Source 1, 2001)

”His (Welby’s) lab partner Rene Metcalf (A death obsessed Vegan).” (Source 3, 2006)

”…and his (Welby’s) lovely lab partner (Stubel), to whom Roland is intensely attracted, but thinks he doesn’t want to be…” (Source 4, 2006)

10-Danny

Played by John Cleland (Tarragon Theatre) & Rod Peter Jr. (Waterfront Theatre)

He’s buddhist, he’s a druggie, kinda crazy and has a terrible secret.

“Welby's dope-smoking neighbour has a theory about the unity of all religions and harbours a terrible secret.” (Source 1, 2001).

“His (Welby’s) next door neighbour Danny (A Buddhist pot head who harbours a terrible secret).” (Source 3, 2006)

“…a wacko neighbour (Rod Peter, Jr.)…” (Source 4, 2006)

Story:

The story is about Dr. Welby’s interactions with other characters and their relationships.

What can be said about the story is what can be said about the characters. All the articles set you up with character concepts and leaves the story to you.

“"The Qualities of Zero" traces the experiences of neurochemist Dr. Roland Welby as he attempts to comes to terms with the death of his mother. He is a highly self-conscious genius whose hyperrational view of the world prevents him from telling or understanding jokes without explaining them. At career day at a kindergarten, Welby, still stricken with grief, strays from his topic to explain why happiness is impossible to beings who must die. His summary equation is T + EOE = PD, that is "Time plus expectation of euphoria equals perpetual disappointment". The fiasco at the school leads him to test a new drug he has developed on himself. The drug can completely block the emotional highs and lows produced by the limbic system, "happy-mad-sad land" as he calls it, thus allowing him to feel "zero" when confronting the world around him.

Madness and attempts to cope with it imbue every aspect of the play. When Welby's father died his mother became an alcoholic and opened a Christmas store to live the happiest day of the year year-round. Welby's brother Rideau is a schizophrenic obsessed with Charlemagne's cheese-consumption who decides to go off his thorazine after leaving a mental home. Welby's boss fantasizes that he is a Spanish pirate and when Welby's research proves that his life's work is worthless, he goes berserk and seeks revenge. The boss's wife and CEO of the company both work for is dangerously unhinged after divorcing her husband and throws herself at Welby. The lab partner Welby is attracted to despite the drug's control is a death-obsessed vegetarian who buries all the deceased lab animals in her back yard. Welby's dope-smoking neighbour has a theory about the unity of all religions and harbours a terrible secret. Although Welby's drug controls his emotions, it cannot protect him from those of others and by the end when his supply has been cut off he is entangled in the web his interactions with others has created.” (Source 1, 2001).

“Set in the synapses of North America's leading Neuroscientist (Roland Welby), we are taken on a scientific\dramatic lecture to ask is the pursuit of happiness even possible? The answer comes in form of a philosophical sex farce, with elements of modern dance, slapstick and tragedy. After the death of his mother, and becoming dangerously unhinged while giving a lecture in a grade four career day, Doctor Roland Welby decides to forgo the traditional methods of overcoming grief and madness by taking his own experimental drug that makes him feel absolutely nothing. Among the people Roland must deal with are Doctor Selkin (A man obsessed with becoming Spanish), his next door neighbour Danny (A Buddhist pot head who harbours a terrible secret), His boss Aurora Selkin (a cosmetic surgery fanatic) His lab partner Rene Metcalf (A death obsessed Vegan) and finally his brother Rideau (A recent exile from a mental institution). When the drug is finally removed Roland is forced to deal with the people in his life on an emotional level he was never comfortable expressing.” (Source 3, 2006)

”Richmond plays Roland, a nutty neuro-scientist who develops a serum that neutralizes emotions, a serum he regularly injects into his neck. You can see why he’d want to be able to control himself, surrounded as he is by problems and temptations: a crazy brother (Jeff Gladstone), an overwrought colleague who has it in for him (Michael Delamont), the colleague’s sexy wife, also Roland’s boss (Gina McIntosh), a wacko neighbour (Rod Peter, Jr.), and his lovely lab partner (Stubel), to whom Roland is intensely attracted, but thinks he doesn’t want to be.” (Source 4, 2006)

Set and costumes:

“The set is grey and very basic as befits the mostly institutional settings. Kessler makes good use of a digital projector to show titles for each of the scenes or "Observations" as Welby calls them. Joanne Dente's costumes are always appropriate and are especially witty for the more stereotyped characters . Given the plain set, Rick Banville's precise, inventive lighting and John Mounsteven's atmospheric sound are crucial in establishing mood and location.” (Source 1, 2001).

“Before the show begins, the projector displays significant quotations from Einstein, Santayana and Pascal all indicating the futility of Welby's experiment. The one by Einstein could be the motto for the whole play: "Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods." “ (Source 1, 2001)

“Much chaos ensues, with director Small impressively controlling the traffic and choreographing terrifically clever transitions, especially via a rotating door. The performances are all very fine, with Richmond’s lurching deadpan Roland the standout.” (Source 4, 3006)

”Qualities of Zero is a full-length play for 6 actors written by Jacob Richmond: a comedy about a neuroscientist who self-prescribes his experimental drug as he starts to become dangerously unhinged.” (Source 5)

Sources:

Source 1. (2001)

http://www.stage-door.com/Theatre/2001/Entries/2001/12/5_The_Qualities_of_Zero.html

Source 2. (2001)

https://archives.library.torontomu.ca/index.php/the-qualities-of-zero-at-tarragon-theatre-extra-space

Source 3. (2006)

https://asianpacificpost.com/article/1488-qualities-zero.html

Source 4: (2006)

https://www.vancouverplays.com/theatre/reviews_theatre/review_qualities_0_2006.shtml

Source 5: (2006)

https://atomicvaudeville.wixsite.com/atomic-vaudeville/qualities-of-zero

[iblameashley]

Date-night with König. SFW.

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,200 words

Content: Date-night, Hand-holding and Kissing.

Mostly just cute fluff.

Date number three. König was sat at the table fidgeting, waiting for Alex to arrive. This was all still so new to him. The restaurant was dimly lit, soft music playing in the background. There was a candle flickering at the centre of the table.

He saw Alex come through the door, he exchanged words with the head waiter, and was escorted over. König stood up nervously, taking in the sight of Alex all dressed up. Alex had worn a light-blue button down with black slacks. He felt under-dressed in comparison, a simple polo and khaki's, wearing the black face-mask that covered most of his scars.

"H-hey, Alex" He stammered. "You look..."

Alex beamed him a smile. "Thank you. You look great too, Tobias."

König looked uncomfortable. "König. Please... Its. I just prefer König."

Alex nodded. "Okay."

König motioned to the seat beside Alex, and they both sat down. His leg became restless and his heel tapped at the floor.

"I've never had Sushi before." He said as he looked over the menu.

"I think you'll find a lot of things you'll like," Alex said. "There are many options, we can start with the vegetarian stuff first, if you want." "S-sure." He couldn't look up at Alex. Though he did make passing gazes at the top of his shirt. The top button open, and a little tuft of chest hair poking out. "This is the third date..." He mutter to himself.

"Hmm?" Alex asked.

"Nothing. Just deciding what to try."

Alex smiled. He could see the red spreading across König's face. It was endearing that such a big man was so easily flustered.

After ordering several different options, they began to slip into casual conversation. It had been rocky at first, König's life had been mostly military; something he really avoided talking about. Alex could see when there was a knot forming in König's stomach, and would change the topic, the poor man was torturing himself enough just being out.

He had even managed to convince König to take his mask off before the food arrived. König had hesitated, ashamed of his face. But Alex was unbothered, though he did take everything in. The thick scare that ran from König's temple to his jawline. The one from his lower lip to his chin, and the one next to his ear that ran half way down his neck that looked like a burn. There was also a small chunk of flesh missing from one of his nostrils. So many stories. Maybe one day König would tell him.

As the conversation progressed, König began to lighten up; open up. He practically ignored the Sushi, stuffing one piece in and continuing a story. A stray dog he had made friends with, 'Nala'. Places he loved to go in Austria and Germany. The few family members he still had. It was the most enthusiasm Alex had ever seen from the man. They shared a love of dogs and the countryside. They both spoke multiple languages, though Alex joked it was a shame he didn't know German.

In an awful attempt at humour, König had cracked a joke. A terrible, awful joke about a guy who stole 'all the calendars' and 'got twelve months.'

Alex nearly choked on his water as König landed the punchline. In between hacking up a lung, he laughed uncontrollably. The attention it drew from the rest of the patrons made König shrink down in his chair and look at the wall.

When Alex had finally composed himself, he apologized for the outburst. "I love puns." He said, still huffed out some laughs.

"You've got a smile that could disarm an army, its quite the weapon." The words slipped from König's lips before his brain could register what he had said.

There was a silence that hung in the air between them for what felt like an eternity. Alex was flabbergasted by the sudden admission. König was considering jumping off the roof.

"Oh mein Gott" He whispered. He looked up at Alex, just sitting there. "I-I'm so sorry, Alex! That came out completely wrong, I must sound like an idiot. Ich könnte im Boden versinken." (I could sink into the ground)

Alex reached across the table and gripped one of König's hands tightly. He thumbed at König's rough, calloused hands and smiled. "König, its okay. I understand what you were saying. I appreciate the compliment."

König began to relax, and squeezed Alex hand. His heart was burning bright as Alex's soft hand embraced his.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Alex said. "You're doing fine. I'm here. You've already won me over... so just be yourself."

König swallowed hard. This was the most interest anyone had ever had in him. Alex wasn't scared of him, or using him as a quick fuck. He talked to him like he was just another guy. Well, not just another guy. They were on a date.

König's head was swimming in happiness the rest of the date. He refused to let Alex's hand go, save long enough for Alex to pay the bill. "My treat." He had said as he handed his card to the waiter. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

König, not wanting to let the night end, insisted on walking Alex back home. It was a fairly long walk, nearly a half-hour from the restaurant.

"Du berührst mein Herz auf eine Art und Weise, die ich nicht in Worte fassen kann." He mumbled along the way. (You touch my heart in a way that I can't put into words)

"You going to tell me what that means?" Alex inquired.

"Nein." König chuckled. "Its my secret."

When the reached the stoop of the apartment complex, Alex walked up the first two steps and turned to face König. Finally at eye-level with the man. Those striking blue eyes. The short, dirty-blond hair with whisps of grey. His lips, a soft pink.

"Je peux t'embrasser?" Alex asked. (Can I kiss you?) "What?" König asked.

"Its my secret." Alex winked.

Taking the chance, he put his arm around König's waist and pulled him in. Their faces were centimetres apart, and König's nervous breath was warm on Alex's face. Alex leaned in and pressed his lips to König's. They were soft, and he eagerly leaned into it. His hands made their way to Alex's waist and held him tightly.

König tilted his head, and in his timid nature, slowly slid his tongue in. It barely grazed against Alex tongue before pulling back. Their lips parted briefly, then locked again. A little more tongue again. When the moment passed, König rested his head against Alex's.

They stood there in the cool night air, enjoying a new moment. A peaceful moment König had never experienced before. It was almost overwhelming for him, to have experienced so much joy in so little time. Three dates. He was falling in love.

König watched as Alex entered his building, and only left when he saw the light of his apartment flicker on. "Goodnight." He whispered.

He put his mask back on to hide the idiotic smile plastered across his face, and decided to walk the full hour back to the base. He wanted the time to replay the whole date. The kiss, especially.

[systemnamenotfound404]

Hello!! I was wondering if I could please get a level 3 pack for Akiko Yosano from BSD? Thank you so much, please take your time!!

Hereee u gooo hope its up to urr expectationsssss and it might be Slightly rushed which im sorry we've been really busy trying to do rq as much as we can so pl don have to waitt -💊

Name(s): Akiko Yosano

Nickname(s)/Title(s): "Doctor" "angel of death" "angel"

Pronoun(s): She/her

Age: Late 20s/Early 30s (exact age not specified), 25, might regress to 11

Gender: Female, demi-girl, genderfluid agender, intersex

Sexuality: Heterosexual, lesbian, ace,

Species: Human

Role: nurse, Doctor, soother. caretaker

Source: Bungou Stray Dogs manga/anime series

Emoji sign offs: 🐕💉🏥👩‍⚕️🐾💖🌸📚✍️🎶

Front triggers (pos/neg/neu):

Positive: Medical topics, dogs, helping others

Negative: Violence, cruelty to animals

Neutral: Everyday conversations

Likes/dislikes:

Likes: Dogs, medicine, reading poetry, Wagashi (Traditional Japanese confectioneries), Shopping, Drinking alcohol, Reading poetry and literature, Dogs , Medicine and medical procedures, Obits and news about tragic events, Beautiful scenery and landscapes, Social activities and parties, Fashion and clothing, Helping others and saving lives, Solving mysteries and puzzles, Reading books, especially poetry collections 

Dislikes: Cruelty, injustice, Chauvinism and sexism, Meaningless deaths and killings, People who don't value human life, Being confined or restricted, Authority figures trying to control her, Minor injuries that she can't heal with her ability, Being alone or isolated, Failure in her medical duties, Disrespect towards her profession, Cruelty to animals, Injustice and unfair treatment , Being underestimated due to her gender 

Personality: Akiko is a compassionate and intelligent doctor who specializes in treating supernatural injuries. She is gentle and caring, especially towards animals. As a skilled surgeon, she remains calm under pressure and thinks clearly in emergency situations. Despite her professional demeanor, she has a soft spot for poetry and literature. She carries herself with grace and dignity, priding herself on being both a strong woman and a capable doctor, She is a feminist who believes in equal rights for men and women, and doesn't tolerate belittling comments about her gender or profession ,She is generally calm and composed, but when angered, she becomes quite intimidating and can be sadistic in her retaliation, She has a dark side, with a penchant for the morbid and gruesome. She finds joy in dissecting patients and healing them afterwards, She is highly perceptive and observant, often making insightful comments during briefings and missions ,She values human life greatly and is strongly opposed to meaningless deaths and killings , She has leadership skills and can take initiative in critical situations , On casual days, she has a fondness for shopping and social activities

Typing Quirk: Uses medical terminology occasionally in casual conversations

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Extra: Has a special ability related to healing called "Thou Shalt Not Die"

Hex code: #FFC080 (a warm orange color reminiscent of medical scrubs)

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Shattered Reflections

Listening to this while you watch will feed the angst

A/N: Loosely based off of the Marvel Tv Series- MoonKnight. There will definitely be show spoilers but I highly doubt any comic spoilers as I have barely just started reading them. The first few chapters will be used to help the reader understand each character, what they know and don’t in this AU and set up relationships. This is my first time posting a fic and actually letting other people read it so please be nice! Constructive criticism is welcome :) I apologize if it gets slightly boring at some points, I just want to paint a clear picture of what is happening in the story so that no one will be confused on what’s going on or who knows what. As the story goes on you may notice the moonknight boys stray a little from how they are in the show but I tried to keep it as similar as possible while giving differences to create a story that wasn’t just a copy of the show with a different love interest. This fic will have fluff, HEAVY angst, triggering themes, talk about mental health, major character death and contain the relationships marc spector x oc / steven grant x oc and eventually jake lockely x oc. Also it is definitely a slow burn so im sorry. I know a lot of people don't like reading OC's fics so if that's not for you then don't feel forced to read, although you'd be missing out haha. There will be quite a few chapters so I hope you'll tune in. :) also not every chapter is depressing i swear

summary: Amaya Young meets a man named Marc Spector, they fall in love and get married, one day he disappears and a few months later she receives a phone call from a timid british man, steven grant.

please check out my introductory post for my OC, hopefully it'll help you warm up to her. You can find it linked here

Enjoy!

MINORS DNI 18+ !!!! CW- this chapter includes topics such as: toxic relationship, drugs, divorce, alcohol and unaliveing attempt and panic attack

Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter One- The flashback.

10 years ago in Cairo.

The air is cold, silent. The day has been long and boring. Today’s mission of recovering an Ancient Egyptian artifact was a bust.

“This was a waste of time.” Amaya mumbles to herself..

 Grabbing her climbing gear, she headed to the exit of what was supposed to be the tomb of Alexander The Great, but contained nothing more than an empty sarcophagus.

“How am I supposed to pay the bills this month? This was gonna be a great score.” She continued mumbling.

As Amaya exits the underground structure, she spots a man standing tall by the vehicle she used to get here.

“Can I help you?” She asks the man.

 He stands with confidence showing in his posture. He has dark brown hair with slight curls, messy and covered in sand from the desert. His eyes are dark brown with a piercing gaze. His skin is an olive tone, covered in dirt and grime. His white shirt is stained from the sand. He looks rugged and muscular. He is as beautiful as what Amaya imagined a god to look like. 

“Couldn’t find anything huh?” The man replies.

“Bad intel I guess.” She says back, scoffing.

“What’s your name?” The man asks.

“Amaya Young.”  

“Hi Amaya, I’m Marc, Marc Spector.”

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And that was the day Amaya Young (against her better judgment) fell in love. The relationship had a rocky start as it was clear they were both hiding things but eventually things started to work out.

5 years after meeting Marc, he proposes to her. Another 5 years pass where in that time Amaya finds out about Khonshu and that Marc Spector is his avatar. Over the next course of those 5 years, she and Marc worked side by side to recover ancient artifacts around the world, giving them back to their rightful owners.

Occasionally she’d pocket one or two to pay the bills, each time Marc would give a disappointed scowl but let it happen. Marc randomly disappeared at times for missions, never allowing Amaya to come along. He always stated they were too dangerous.

When Marc worked as Khonshu’s avatar he sported a white, hooded ceremonial suit with a crescent moon symbol on his chest, which added to his mysterious and formidable presence. He called himself Moonknight and said his mission was to “protect the travelers of the night”.

Eventually, Amya and Marc get a place together in London as they were sick of traveling the world, hopping from hotel to hotel. She never found out much about Marc’s past besides that he used to be a mercenary and that he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents. Marc likes to keep his secrets and while Amaya may not be a fan of it, she puts up with it because she loves him. Their relationship works because unbeknownst to Marc, Amaya has a few secrets of her own.

Besides trying to convince Marc that he should let her go on his missions with him, they are happy, sort of. If only it weren’t for Marc’s ability to do anything but tell the full truth and Amaya’s ability to never let herself be happy. The relationship had its ups and downs but they keep each other grounded. 

However, one day, Amaya wakes up alone. Marc is gone. She assumes Khonshu called him for another mission until 24 hours of missed calls and texts passes. 24 hours turns into a week, which turns into 2 weeks, a month, and then someone knocks on her door.

knock knock

“This is for you Mrs. Spector.” The person hands her paperwork as she opens the door. Divorce papers from Marc.

“He didn’t even have the balls to sign the papers?” She asks as she shuts the door.

A few hours later 

Amaya stared at the paperwork in her hand, “Divorce? Divorce? First he disappears, let’s me think he’s dead and now he wants a divorce?!” She screams out loud talking to herself as if somehow the louder she screamed, the more it would ease the pain. Amaya clutched her chest, she felt like the world around her was crumbling. She couldn’t breathe.

“Breathe, just breathe.” She said, trying to bring herself back to reality. It felt like the world was spinning around her, her vision cloudy her mind full of a million thoughts at once.

‘Fuck it.’ She thinks to herself. Suddenly her vision is clear and her heart rate returns to a normal pace as she grabs a pill bottle on her nightstand. Sometimes, Amaya felt like the less sober she was, the more it was like Marc was there with her. Like the tingling numbness that rushed over her body was Marc’s soft touch, like her blurry vision meant her ‘reality’ is actually just a nightmare and in the real world Marc was in bed next to her. She proceeded to take a handful of pills and felt the bitter taste in her mouth, gagging so much she nearly puked. She pulled out a bottle of vodka from under her bed in hopes to numb the taste of the pills from her mouth. But before she knew it, the bottle was empty too and she was now on the cold, hard tile of her bedroom floor.

A/N: Posting chapter 2 right after this bc i know this is super short!

read chapter 2 here

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YALL PLEASE CONTINUE, I WANT TO SEE WHAT OTHERS THOUGHT OF THIS

See, I do think that the fate/destiny and the fgod/fgoc concept is neat, however as @plasma-studios say, I don't really see the multi verse having a limited capacity either, as also stated that the concept of a multi verse is kind of, infinity.

I was always stumped when it comes to a balance with creation and destruction, because honestly to me, it doesn't really makes sense for ink and error to have agreed to the terms of the truce, not to mention the fact that the multi verse just goes on without them, kind of don't make sense if they were the roles of creation and destruction themselves, (not to mention the aus' nature in general)

As again, stated, Creation and Destruction are like (or is) a Force of Nature, a part of Nature, without them, everything just kinda goes haywire.

Iam always ALWAYS stumped when approached with the idea of a truce, when incorporating such concepts, they should already work naturally?? If there were to settle a truce, there should be a conflict that effects the entire multi verse, enough to make ink and error care, enough to make a truce, enough to send creation and destruction in disharmony to harmony, but the question lies, how and why

How did they agree? How do their roles tie into Destruction and Creation? How does Destruction and Creation tie into them?

Why did they have a truce? Why now? Why did they agree?

What was the catalyst that caused harmony between the two forces of nature when it has started in disharmony

How and Why does Creation and Destruction even work in such a place such as the MultiVerse?

Of what purpose? Of what significance?

What does the two concept even MEAN in the multi verse? Its importance?

When shown in one concept, that the multi verse can live just fine without the two forces, what was the two even for

Anyways, sorry if this might mess with your head, I just wanted to rant/ramble about this since both concept just doesn't really make sense for me..especially with the way I incorporate Ink and Error as Creation and Destruction itself, being literal forces of nature. Or at least vessels for the concept of Creation and Destruction.

so. i had some Thoughts.

If there's a balance, whether it be Creation and Destruction, Positivity and Negativity, then neither can be eternally stronger than the other, nor can they be eternally weaker. Thus, neither can be eternally victorious, and neither can be eternally defeated.

Ink’s problem, currently, is that there must be a balance between Creation and Destruction, thus Ink’s goal of protecting the AUs is not fully achievable as he must allow some destruction in order for the same amount of Creation to exist and thrive. So, the current issue to be solved right now is how to ensure that full Creation is achieved without paving the way for full Destruction as, again, Creation must be balanced out by Destruction. If he seeks full Creation, then by the Balance’s rules he will face full Destruction as well. However, Creation has rules, as Destruction does. Hence, if he broke some of Creation’s rules while still abiding by some, technically he, Creation, would no longer be Creation in its entirety due to breaking some of Creation’s rules while also would not be Destruction due to him abiding by some of Creation’s rules. Hence, Creation would no longer be Creation, but would neither be Destruction. Therefore, if Creation was no longer Creation, but Destruction was still Destruction, then technically, Creation would no longer be viewed as Destruction’s equal and no longer bound to balancing out or being balanced out, and would instead be viewed as a neutral party. Therefore, Ink would be free to gain dominance over Destruction and hence be free to achieve full Creation.

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I shouldn't be laughing this much but the "High Grant from Dollar Store" is such a good description. 🤣

Again off topic but I saw a couple of his father's interviews and what a soft spoken gentleman ☺✨.... And ofc there's controversy involved there too but that's just how it is with these peeps 🤷‍♀️

im sorry to all British people but something about your country just makes everybody there look so 😬😬 (that's karma for colonialism 😌🤌🏼) like all the British actors too?? Tom Hiddleston & Holland, Benedict Cumberbatch and many others,,, none of y'all have lips??? Theo James is the only name off the top of my head of a handsome British man and he's part Greek so it's def not his English genes lmao