#i was going somewhere with this post but i forgot where so ah well

[jitterbugbear]

sigh i hate that it's almost a red flag when fantasy book marketing mentions howl's moving castle because they never get it right. they don't have even half the wit or the heart hmc has and they're never FUNNY!! hmc is a funny book!

[dabisbratz]

SOFTSPOT — aizawa shouta x male reader

w.c: 3.3k

a/n: alternatively titled: sonny projects onto a reader insert for 3k+ words straight i’ll never get used to writing dirty talk. got carried away.. whoops..

genitalia terms: cock, dick, hole, boypussy, cunt

WARNING: amab reader, praise, degradation, spitting, dirty talk, crybaby!reader, himbo!reader, fingering, anal, nipple play, chest mentions, use of the words ‘tits’ in a mocking manner, dumbification, mutual masterbation, sadism, humiliation, creampie

“Shooo!” You whine, purely instinctual as you shove impulsively purchased gym-mats, equipment, and protein powder into the trunk of your car. Your pro-hero boyfriend isn’t even there, probably off on patrol somewhere, but you can’t help but call for him when you need help…. Even if it’s with a simple task. He’d offered you some exclusive time to workout at U.A’s gym, even after hours, but you preferred the public ones. More motivation that way, you’d put it. Your bottom lip quivers, plump and pouty as you open a jar of discolored powder. You inhale strongly, handsome face distorting in disgust. Ah, well, at least someone else got some good money off it.

Sweat clings to your forehead, sticky on your skin and clinging embarrassingly to your chest, your sleeveless hoodie soaked. It’s a bit uncomfortable, nothing you can’t manage, just a little colder in the winter air.

The trunk of your car slams, loud as you childishly stomp over to the driver’s seat, despite already forgetting what you were so upset about. You don’t pull out of the gym parking lot just yet, instead opening your phone to see if your boyfriend had found the time to respond to your post-gym selfies. The messages remain on read, and you know Shouta would never ignore you, but your eyes can’t help but water from the neglect. You miss him.

So, like any sensible boyfriend, you call him.

Shouta is a capable man; capable of many things. He can swing through the streets of Japan in the blink of an eye— in his sleep, even. He can knock out a villain in record time, with nothing but his fists and maybe an afternoon nap. He can pick you up right where you stand, lift your legs over your head and fuck you like you weigh nothing. But a simple text back is too much?

It rings once, twice…..a few more times, before you finally hear the gruff voice you’ve been yearning for. Instantly, your mood changes, glassy eyes dry within seconds and a large, genuine smile spilling down your face as you glance at yourself in the rearview mirror. “Hello?”

“Sho-Chan!” You beam, loud enough for anyone within a ten mile radius to hear your excitement. Wiggling in your seat, you squeeze your cellphone between your shoulder and ear, starting the car and setting off to go home. Aizawa makes a sound at that, low in his throat and it rumbles in your ear. Damn, if only you kept your earbuds in! “I missed you… a lot!”

“An old man like me?” You frown in response, Shouta isn’t even old. You shake your head profusely, even if he can’t see you, completely missing the rustling sounds in the background of the call. “…Surely you’ve found someone your old age good enough for you at that gym you like so much.”

“Wha— Don’t even joke like that!” You huff, body lurching forward at the red light you almost forgot to stop at. So mean, always pushing your buttons. Your seatbelt is snug against your chest, dipping between the pillowy skin of your pecs. He’d never admit it aloud, but it was most definitely Shouta’s favorite body part of yours, squishy and soft and thick. He’s always touching you there, his large, pale hands digging into the skin until it hurts. He chuckles, hearty but breathless, like he’s preoccupied. You bite your lip, worried. “Uh, Sho?”

As capable as he is, Shouta is also a very weak man. He’s weak for puppy eyes, big and blown out and teary. He’s weak for warm hands, with nails that scratch his back and massage it the following morning after. He’s weak for pictures of you, all smiles and teeth. He’s weak for crying, the sound of hiccups and sobs leaving his pretty boys’ mouth while he tries to fit a cock in his needy holes.

He can see it now, your eyes widening with worry and concern, tears threatening to fall down your face, your eyebrows knitted as you stare at the road ahead of you. With a dragged out sigh, Aizawa groans, mocking as he says: “Sho-Chan’s gonna need your help, baby.”

“Oh!” You’re good at that— very good, even. You’re always eager to help, especially if you’re helping Shouta. It’s the least he deserves, after all. You straighten up in your seat, though you’re already nearing the reserved parking space in front of his house. Seriously, you add, “Anything, I promise. M’almost home.”

There’s a groan on the other side, a spark traveling down your spine and straight to your cock in response. You know that groan, reserved for handjobs and particularly sloppy blowjobs— like when Shouta holds your head in his hands and uses your throat, burying his cock down to the hilt, until all you can taste is him, your nose buried in his dark happy trail and and curly pubes. He’s always been a bit too big for your mouth, instead opting to slap his cock on your tongue or across your cheek when your jaw started aching too much.

“Mhm, bet you are… Waitin’ for Sho to tell you what to do, sweetheart?” You hum in affirmation almost immediately, unbuckling your seatbelt and hopping out the car with a much hastier pace. The cold, outside air makes the hair on your neck stand, your nipples hardening. “Such a good boy. Why don’t you play with your nipples while you tell him how your day was.”

You pause where you stand, eyes widening as your cock twitches in your sweatpants, straining against the fabric. In public, no less, making a distinct print in your pants as you try to cover your erection with one hand. You let out an incredulous laugh, frantically surveying the area as Shouta huffs in your ear. His request isn’t exactly that, more like a command— because you just can’t tell him no.

“I- I worked out a lot,” Switching hands between covering your dickprint and holding your phone, you swallow hard and nod to yourself. Your hand trails up your side, then to your chest, where you gently massage the plush skin of your pecs. Your middle finger gently— slightly, swirls around the sensitive bud of your nipple, a small whimper forming in the back of your throat. “Bought some, um… Um.. Protein powder.”

But you can’t just sit there, not when Shouta is almost right in front of you, his hands on your skin, his fingers inside you, his cock down his throat— he’s right there, just a few steps and a single lock away. And, God, how you hope he takes care of you when you get there. There’s a guttural noise in your ear before it’s briefly cut off. your phone vibrating in your hand as Shouta hangs up, the front door swinging open before you can even knock.

“These tits,” Is the first thing Sho’ says, slamming the door behind you until you’re trapped between it and his tall body. You want to protest, to whine and stomp your feet because they’re certainly not tits, but your need to please is much stronger. Instead, you whine, your head falling forward as you melt in his hands. His hands roam your chest, calloused palms pushing them together obscenely. You squirm, pouting. “Could play with them all day. Would you like that, hm?”

He knows you would.

“Hear how wet my dick is? Fuck, you don’t even know what you do to me,” He’s overwhelming your senses, his stubble brushing against your chest as he takes a perky bud into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Shouta’s no stranger to using his mouth— in fact, you might just share an oral fixation in common. Your eyes flutter closed, your knees buckling as he licks a flat, long stripe over your sensitive nipple. “Going stupid on me already?”

You shake your head, your cheeks puffed out as he looks up at you through his dark lashes, his equally dark bangs obstructing his vision. You’re so cute, huffing and puffing quietly as a wet patch grows on your pants, right where your tip leaks through your boxers. Your natural smell is stronger, and your chest is still glowing with sweat from your workout.

“Sho, listen I–”

Shouta’s eyebrows furrow, his jaw setting as his other hand rolls your unoccupied nipple between his fingers. Your mouth snaps shut. Staring back at him is too much for you, his eyes darkening the more you make contact. You feel like prey, and Aizawa is the unrelenting predator.

You blink away, a startled gasp leaving your lips when his strong hand grips your jaw and sets your gaze back on him. His smile is devious, his canines sharp and glinting under the ceiling lights. You can’t hold onto anything around you, not the doorknob or the doorframe, so you settle for Shouta’s sleeve, ballling your hand into a fist as he flicks your nipples to watch your tits jiggle in response. So embarrassing!

“Look at that, sweet boy, letting me use you how I want, letting me take what I want. Good boy.”

Your body feels warm as you keen— scorching hot, even— while Shouta chuckles at the sight, purring low in his chest. You love making Shouta happy- you live for it, love blooming in your chest as you nod along. You’re a good boy! Shouta’s good boy! He said it himself! You could feel the rumble of his voice in your sternum, where he was hunched over before lowering himself to remove your shoes, your pants, your hoodie.

Your boxers are ruined, almost like you had cum in your pants before he even thought of touching your cock. He swats your shy hands away from your crotch, cooing as flustered tears well in your eyes. Even with the fat crystals threatening to spill he can see your cock jump, especially when it lands right atop your belly button, a trail of sticky precum correcting you to your underwear. Such a crybaby.

“Spit on it.”

“I— Spit?” You blink once, twice, three more times as you try to process the demand. Your cock throbs, unbearably needy, as you look down at it. When you glance back up Shouta looks expectant, but patient as he watches you connect the dots. He does it first, untucking himself from his pants to spit down on his palm, then rubbing said spit into his big, veiny cock.

Ah.

It’s more pathetic than anything, your lips parting as you spit down on your cock. It’s more akin to drool, a long trail of spit slowly trailing down your lips and chin until it pools at your head. Wet and slick, your fingers twitch as you wrap your hand around your dick, toying with the slit just like Sho’ does. It feels better with his hands though, and you sigh impatiently. No one does it like he does,

“Need…need your hand.”

You need a lot of Shouta’s things these days. You need his fingers, deep inside your hole while he toys with your chest. You need his hand, warm and right and too good when he fists your cock. You need his dick, thick and barely able to pass the rim of your hole. It hits every spot just right, so big and so deep, sometimes accompanied by Shouta’s thumb if you’re feeling extra greedy. You need him to make decisions for you, when you’re too cockdrunk to remember your words. When you’re too stupid to decide anything for yourself.

You’re sure you’re crying by now— it feels like it, you can feel wet streaks on your face as Shouta takes his cock in his hand and rubs it against his own, heads squelching together and precum mixing together as you keen into his touch. His other hand, less dominant, reaches your neck, holding you steady against the door as you rut into his hand like a puppy. You hear yourself choke on a moan, a strangled and pathetic sound that has Aizawa’s dick twitching against yours. Loud and wet, your head falls back against the door with a quiet thump, much to your hero’s amusement.

There’s too much warmth; his hands, his fingers, his cock. You’re nodding along to nothing, eyes darting everywhere and nowhere all at once. Your body pulses, long strokes to your cock making you whine pitifully. Aizawa’s pupils are blown wide, his pink tongue darting over his equally pink lips as he watches you crumble in his hands, leaning into the hand around your throat. It snakes down your chest, lower against your belly button, and around your waist.

At this rate you’re going to explode.

His big, long fingers reach your ass, kneading the plush skin between fingers. You can feel him pulling your cheeks apart, his hands greedy and strong and harsh, when he lets go to place a hard smack to the exposed skin. Shouta laughs when you whine in return, squirming when he grabs your hip so hard it hurts.

You try so hard, proud of yourself as you try to warn Shouta of what’s coming next, of the cum about to shoot straight across your stomach, it takes every ounce of self control you have to scrape together the words you want to say— you have to say. His tight, wet grip has your toes curling, your balled fists reaching up for the dark bundles of hair draped along Aizawa’s shoulders. His middle finger, inching closer and closer to your rim.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck, m’gonna cum, waitwait, Shooo.”

“Mmm, hold on, sugar. Gonna get one out of you with my fingers in this cunt,” There’s something cold and sleek pressed against your taint, gradually warming up the more it circles your rim. There’s nowhere for you to go— forward is into Shouta’s arms, your cocks bumping together lewdly, backward are his fingers; long, thick, calloused and deep. You let out another hiccup, going with the latter of the two as his finger disappears inside you. Grunting along. Shouta’s fingers reach impossibly deep inside you first try, your hole swallowing him up with little resistance. “Did you fuck yourself before you got home? Shoved those needy fingers in your hole because you missed Sho-chan’s big dick pulsing inside your hole? T’aww.”

“Uh-huh, mhm, yeah,” Another mindless, breathless nod while in the back of your head you find yourself pouting. It’s not a cunt and you certainly don’t find that phrase hot at all! You move to nuzzle your forehead against his stubble, moaning out tiny sounds with each brush to your prostate. Shouta lets you drool on his shoulder, eyes squeezed right as you buck your hips into his. You’re sobbing into his ear, thighs trembling against the door as he spreads your cheeks apart, and cool air meets your hole. “Hmmph..”

“Turn around for me, show me where Daddy fucks you. Where his dick goes.” That’s a new one. But he’s right, it’s a perfect fit— even if it needs some prep. He fills you up just right, keeps you stuffed on his cock till all you can do is whine and cry, bounces you up and down until you’re both satisfied. You’re in love.

So you turn, dizzy and wobbly on your legs and unabashedly eager to be good for your lover. He keeps you upright if anything, basically manhandling you until you’re where he wants you, back arched against the door and your cheek squished below the peep-hole. Your hands travel down your chest, down to your hips where they swerve back, palms resting on the swell of your ass. A hungry, animalistic grin graces Shouta’s lips as he watches you spread your cheeks apart once more, the puffy hole winking back at him. You try to smile at him, messy-faced and dopey.

Cute.

There’s more spit now than you remember, warm and sloppy as Shouta rubs it into your hole. Your cock strains painfully, desperate for release, but somehow your overwhelming need to feel full is stronger. And full you’ll be, as Aizawa’s balls tighten, his cock sliding across the crack of your ass, then around your hole. There’s an obscene smack of the head against your rim, then the sound of Shouta sucking in a deep breath through his teeth.

“Shh. Let me in, let me in, baby.” His dick enters slowly, making you sniffle in response. You try your hardest to relax, to sit still and let Sho’ take you how he wants, but you can’t help it. He presses into your hole like he owns it, deep and heavy as his thighs meet the bottom of your backside.

“Take it like you were made for me.”

His balls slap against your own slow, at first, then quickly and sporadically increasing in speed at the expense of your throat. It’s almost like he’s fucking you there too, deep enough that you can taste his precum at the very back of your tongue. His strong arms wrap around your body, hands squeezing your large chest while you bat your wet eyelashes.

“Fuuck, you take it so well. Love watching that greedy fuckin’ hole suck me in. So fuckin’ wet n’ sloppy, ugh, such a good pocketpussy.”

Your rut against the door, pounding against it with each forward thrust, your cock threatening to spurt any second. Shouta’s grumbling something in your ear, something you can’t make out through the foggy haze, but you feel yourself tighten up in response anyway. You babble through your tears, wailing loud and incoherent and something along the lines of ‘I’m Sho’s good boy,’ but who’s keeping track.

“Too— hmm.. I can't.” Shouta’s hand caresses your cheek, curling into a lazily formed fist as he gently knocks a knuckle (though it’s more like the fat of his hand) against your forehead. He makes a sly comment about how hollow and empty your head sounds, a dark and rich laugh erupting from his mouth.

“S’it too much, honey? My dick’s just too much for that tiny little hole,” Your cock jumps against your tummy, twitching until it can’t anymore, cum shooting straight out your tip until you’re drooling on the door, eyes rolled behind your head as Shouta continues using you— you’d only gotten tighter, after all. “That’s too bad. Come on— you can take it, let me stuff it full. Bet you’re so proud of yourself too. Proud of that slutty fuckin’ boypussy.”

Your toes curl, thigh muscles clenching tight as Aizawa keeps you upright, lifting your boneless body up and down, his cock disappearing inside you. Even as he pulls out, your body pulls him right back in. But he’s clearly reaching his limit, his dick pulsating inside you with vigor as he spurts a thick, sticky load inside you around your rim.

He pulls out completely with a hiss, watching his cum slowly trickle out, thick globs collecting at the back of your thighs. He’s the only thing holding you up, your strong legs suddenly jello in his grasp. You make no effort to move, letting him manhandle you onto the couch. His hands are warm in contrast to the wet cloth you don’t remember him grabbing, but it feels good and cool against your skin.

“Sho-Chan..” You whine, not nearly as high in your throat as your moans. “Kiss me.”

[bbanghiitomi]

| caught in a line

synopsis: tangled upon an endless string of feelings, both love and suffering, y/n intends to hide somewhere the love of her life will never find her — but in the process of losing the strings connecting her to her past, she gets stuck on a new one (her future).

— non-idol!childhoodfriend!kminji × non-idol!fem!reader × non-idol!khaerin!

note: holy moly i've been so busy in the past few months/weeks and i'm tryna catch up on some stuff lately but AH a post after 10 years... hope u guys are doing well also this was requested by anon, thanks! hope u guys liked it, comments are very appreciated.

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"where are you going?" you take a deep breath as you turn around to face minji, you can see the confused look on her face and all you could do was to give her a short chuckle. "home." you answer almost a little too late as minji starts taking steps to approach you, you watch as she almost, stomps her way to you, with a pout on her lips. "alright, now. why didn't you tell me? i was looking for you the whole time." minji brushes her long fingers on her raven hair as she exhales, you stare at her and immediately you shift your sight away from her gorgeous face — for the better, you decide.

"i didn't have the chance, i tried to approach you but you were talking with your classmate." you tell her, you see the way her eyebrows relax and she nods, you stand there in front of her waiting for a response but all she can do is scratch her nape. "uhm, right. hanni, she was... we were having a conversation about papers." minji shrugs, you laugh, finding yourself looking away awkwardly.

"if that's the case, i should really get going. if you don't have any questions no more, that is." you smile and the tension feels weird, you're standing there, as if you have somewhere to go and you're about to be late and minji stands in front of you as if she had nowhere to go. minji looks around and reaches for your hand. "hey, we're supposed to go home together, right?" she asks, and oh — of course, you didn't know what went into you, how did you forgot?

you place a hand on your forehead and shake your head. "oh right, i thought you'd go home later. yes, we should get going now!" you point to the main gate of the school and see minji laughing. "you're so funny." she mutters.

for some reason, you don't know when or where it all started, but you've been feeling something blooming inside of your chest — it's ticklish, you feel it everytime you come across minji and at first, it felt funny, but now... it's starting to get more evident as the time passes by.

you tried to ignore it, at least you tried not to think too much of it. it's just getting harder, as the clock ticks and so is your time here. you have come to a realization that maybe, there has to be a better way out of this.

"you were absent yesterday... ms. hwang asked me about your whereabouts and i couldn't answer since you weren't telling me." you stopped your finger from further tapping on your mouse, your eyes are staring at your laptop, suddenly finding your interest in the document plastered on the screen. in all honesty, you're scared, just right now... sitting here beside minji, you can feel the way your heart is beating, as if it's getting harder to breathe.

it's not like this before... you remember it very well, when this feeling inside your chest used to be tender, sweet, and comforting. it felt like there were flowers fluttering inside your chest, it's ticklish but now —

it's starting to feel suffocating.

you smile, and turn around to look at minji. "i didn't think it would be a big deal, i had to run some errands for my mother." in fact, that was a lie. you were sent to see a doctor for a check up by your mother, she's been noticing your unusual antics lately. you've been having a hard time breathing, sometimes you'd say it's because you were tired walking around the house, doing stuff at school. eventually you come to realize that you wouldn't be able to lie forever and hide it, that one day people will find out.

you're scared to tell minji about it.

"okay, then why didn't you tell me?" minji pushes further, you knew her— since you two were babies, of course she's stubborn! that's how much she cares for you, even just as a friend. you stretch your lips into a thin line, looking at her with concern in your eyes, then you just give up.

“minji, it's because i don't think it's something to worry about. plus, i already got my record slip from the student council office. it's all good now, don't worry.” you shrug and continue to type on your keyboard, minji doesn't seem pleased by it and she's going to do anything to let you know that she wants to get an actual answer.

“is everything okay between us?” you feel your finger freeze, your heart starts to beat at a pace you couldn't comprehend. you look at her, seeing a frown on her lips, her thick brows furrowed to show signs of distress and disappointment. “...what do you mean?” you ask her, minji looks at you as if she heard a stupid joke, there's an expression of disbelief on her face, trying to find confirmation that you were indeed kidding.

but no, you were beyond serious.

“y/n, you’ve been avoiding me. i mean, what's the matter? you don't even bother telling me anything, we haven't had a proper conversation for months.” you blink at her, has it really been that long? time feels a little faster when you're with her… but has it really been that long for her?

you shake your head, closing your laptop as you look away. “no… i… minji, i’m sorry. i didn't mean to make you feel that way.” you look up at her, you have almost forgotten that both of you were at the campus park, not a lot but a good amount of people would be able to see and hear your conversation with her.

minji sighs, closing her eyes and standing up with clenched fists. “okay fine, you can't even provide an actual explanation, or an answer!” you can hear the way her shoes stomps at the grassy floor, even as your heart beat gets louder on your ears, you can hear her very well.

you feel your heart clench, then it’s getting harder to breathe, as if something was blocking your airway.

“minji…” you whisper looking up at her, your eyes starting to swell with tears.

“if that's what you want then okay! let's just… i don't even want to talk to you about anything anymore, you make me feel like this friendship is one-sided.” minji stomps away from you, leaving you with your hands on your chest, trying your best to breathe properly but you're running out of air.

it doesn't help the fact that tears are running down your face and your chest starts to hurt, so much…

it's kind of ironic to hear her feel that way, one-sided feelings… yet she can just find someone else.

it's so unfair.

maybe, the doctor must have lied to you. you swore it was just a mild flu, now you’re inside your bathroom staring at bloodied petals that have fallen out of your mouth whilst you cough violently. how did this happen?

no matter how many times you ask yourself it wouldn't matter nor it would make complete sense, being dumbfounded that these feelings that you have grown for minji — the same feelings that made you experience the sweet rush, the yearning, it was supposed to be sweet, it was supposed to be warm…

it was supposed to be innocent and pure, how did something that was once ticklish start to hurt?

you rush to your room, with shaking hands you reach over to your chair then to your study table to open your laptop — there must be an answer to this, right?

an answer where you don't need to confide minji and have her disappointed, an answer where you don't need to hear words from your mother, scolding.

an answer that you can accept even just for a small amount of time, just so you can ease the pain whilst hiding it.

you don't want to see a doctor’s face, staring at you with pity in their eyes because it makes you feel so much weaker than you are, as if you can get any weaker.

even if it feels hard, your fingers push the keys on your keyboard, one by one, bit by bit as if unsure.

“hanahaki disease…”

hanahaki… disease..?

trying to understand what it means, you browse even further.

apparently, it happens when the victim starts to cough up petals, the symptoms being severe chest pain in chest, because of petals growing from the heart and chest before the victim throws them up. this happens when the victim's feelings aren't reciprocated, meaning one-sided love.

however, it is only through romantic feelings that the illness could be healed; friendship isn't strong enough to take the pain away.

this is absurd. you think to yourself, there's no way such a thing exists…

the only way to confirm this was actually going to the hospital to get yourself checked.

you eventually dread the idea, having to not consult your own mother about it and get yourself appointed immediately.

the hallway of the hospital feels haunted, the air around the place feels colder than usual — you stand trying to calm yourself down, but it's hard when you’ve got no one to run to.

the thought of minji starts to hurt you again, you feel the same prickling pain in your chest, as if there were thorns wrapped around your heart, pushing down and piercing the flesh.

you try to breathe properly, reaching a hand to your chest and hoping to make it stop. there's no one here to help you, and you're all alone — there's a ringing silence and you start to lose yourself a bit, light headed.

“are you okay?” there's a clacking of heels, not that far from you but you choose to ignore it as you walk, another hand on the wall; hoping you’d disappear quickly.

you realize someone must have seen you, you turn your head back to see a girl making her way towards you, cladded with a nurse uniform, all white and it hurts your eyes. “hey, please stand by — you can't just walk around while being in pain.” she tells you, as if she knew any better.

and in fact she did, but you're too stupid to admit that, not when you're in your worst state; you tell yourself no one will understand you.

“god, it hurts. can i just — sit down for a moment?” you let go of your chest and take a seat on a nearest bench inside the hall, sighing as you shake your head trying to take the thought of minji out of your head but it's hard when you've been missing her for so long.

“you can but don't you think it's better to get yourself checked first? you can't just walk around knowing you're in such pain.” the girl sits next to you, you nod even though you really couldn't care much. “yeah i know… but my appointment is tomorrow.” you sigh as you lean on the bench, taking the gods above as the pain eases — eventually you start to hope you don't start coughing here.

the girl stands up and pats her lap, she looks quite determined but you ignore her cat-like eyes looking down on you. “still, we can make an emergency appointment. do you think you can do that? it's for the best.” seems like it's this girl’s job to get in strangers’ business, you can't be mad but you want some peace even just for now.

“that's nice but i can't invade the doctor’s schedule for my own liking.” you tell the girl in a hush tone, as if being forced to make a conversation — the girl, who you assumed is a nurse — shakes her head and turns around, looking at you with her index finger pointing out to you. “don't leave, i’ll sign a letter for you.” you scoff when she leaves, you're feeling too weak to even move.

“this girl… i swear to god.” you mutter, closing your eyes as you feel the pain spiking in again. you remember how minji was stubborn too, all because she wants the best for you yet you think of how much she's the one causing you the pain you're suffering lately.

you seriously hate feeling helpless, but at times like this… it's the only thing you could do.

you hear the same clacking of heels and you open your eyes to see the same girl, holding some papers and passing it over to you.

“you should know that you need this appointment, the doctor understands and we only need your cooperation.” you stare at her face, her piercing eyes and you feel like losing.

“alright.” you tell her as you grab the paper and have it signed.

she stays with you and you spend the time staring at thin air, casually scratching your cheek every now and then. “i’m kang haerin, a nursing student — i’m an intern here.” haerin seems impatient looking at you, you look down and start asking yourself how in the world you got in this situation.

haerin doesn't seem that social herself, but she's trying to keep this conversation maybe because she's found something about you that she can continue to watch out for, for your own sake.

“i’m choi y/n, applied mathematics.” you see her nod and look away immediately and it had you almost laughing.

it was quiet for almost 15 minutes, you didn't mind it but it was starting to suffocate haerin, only cause she doesn't like this type of awkwardness.

you stand up and brush your shirt. “i need to go to the restroom.” you tell haerin, she looks up and she stands up, confusing you. “uh—?”

“i should go and accompany you… for the better.” you see her stone like face, you give her a ‘what has gone into you’ look and shake your head. “no, i’m not leaving if that's what you're thinking. i just need to —”

haerin shakes her head. “i need to go too.” you look at her and laugh. “uh, this needs to stop, it's ridiculous.” you raise your hand over to her, gesturing that you’ve had enough.

but she doesn't give up.

“nope, i take my duties seriously. if something happens to you, i won't be able to forgive myself.”

you nod and raise your hands. “you're not even a nurse yet.” you remind her.

haerin shakes her head, again. “and i won't become one if i can't get this task done.”

you realize she really wasn't gonna give up. “alright, whatever.” you tell her and start walking, she follows.

the restroom is haunting, you feel the cold water on your hand as you reach over to the faucet, there's something stuck on your throat and you lean over before coughing it all up — petals… again, you grimace and feel the pain on your chest again.

you feel a hand on your back, another breathing beside you. “hey, can you still manage?” you watch as the water from the faucet slowly wash the blood and petals away.

“what's happening to me..?” you whisper, haerin doesn't give you an answer. you figured she must feel bad, very bad— you can feel her burning gaze on your face.

“we can have mr. jeon answer that, i’m pretty sure he can help you.” haerin has a pretty voice, you nod at her and feel yourself calming down slowly.

you breathe heavily and stare at her, you don't believe she doesn't know it herself. “answer me, you know it for sure.” you whisper to her, and there was nothing but the sound of water droplets from the faucet as haerin keeps her mouth shut, for the sake of everyone.

haerin shakes her head. “i can't be the one telling you that.”

you eventually give up asking her.

the office was quiet as the doctor read out your condition. it was just as bad as you first learned about it — hearing about it from the doctor didn't ease the weight on your shoulders. you thought that maybe having a doctor tell you about it would be much more reassuring but no, not even his caring tone helped you because you understand how doomed you were.

“there's a lot of treatment for this, i suggest you take medicines first — if you can't handle the pressure of getting a surgery.” you know it would be nice to have it removed already but it's — it's scary, you’ve never been fond of surgeries, have you been always so healthy growing up.

until maybe you discovered love through a friend.

you rub your eyes with your hand, trying to figure out if any of this was real, but you knew it was, it's just hard to accept.

it's not over yet but it feels like there's no hope for you.

“this sounds ridiculous.” you whisper, frustration evident in your tone.

“yes i know, it does sound stupid but it's the truth.” mr. jeon tells you, he understands your frustrations, it's genuinely hard to accept how some stupid feelings can push your life to the edge — it doesn't sound real, not any of this feels real.

you put your hand on your lap, shrugging.

“i’ll settle on the medicine first, maybe i have to tell my parents about this.” you tell mr. jeon who nods.

“you definitely have to, you need support from loved ones — specially in times like this, when you can't get the same love you give.” he adds to it.

“i’m sorry for walking out on you like that, that was so rude of me and very selfish — i should’ve known better.” minji finally decided to see you again after what you thought was several weeks. you know she's doing better without you and maybe it was for the better.

you sigh and shrug, maybe the emotional load of having to see minji again is taking a toll on you but you've been very diligent in taking medicine and coming to hospital when needed.

“yeah i’m sorry too, i know you care for me but minji it's alright.” you put a hand on your forehead while minji still looks at you. your room feels dead, there's not much around and minji's presence makes breathing even hard.

it used to feel so good, when these feelings of yours were once that funny, stupid, childish yearning and looking at minji made your heart skip a beat in a good way.

now looking at her again makes you want to implode, petals growing inside of you even worse.

minji wants to say something, but she knows it's gonna end in disaster again. she's so distraught by the idea you're hiding something from her and she's never been the type to love to hide and seek because she keeps on losing, never been the type to love liars and never been the type to be unreliable.

maybe, minji’s used to be your boulder during landslides. but it wasn't going to be like that forever, eventually she'll have to find someone else and you have to get these stupid petals off of you.

you receive a message from haerin.

kang haerin

haerin: hey, have you taken your medicine.

haerin: i was tasked to send emails to you everyday at a certain time, please always read them.

y/n: when was it a nurse’s job to email patients.

haerin: mr. jeon told me to do so, now please send me your email.

y/n: wait.

“who’s that?” minji asks, you stand up from your bed and walk your way to your desk, grabbing something from one of the drawers and turning your back to minji. “a blockmate, asking for help.” you tell her, letting out a small cough.

minji squints her eyes and looks away, this is complicated.

“i need to do something here in my bathroom, just wait a bit.” you tell minji, looking at her with a small smile — minji feels like crumbling, she hates when you look at her that way, she feels small and weak.

it's a bad habit to think of hating the feeling of being inferior to your feelings.

you close the bathroom door, leaving minji sitting on your bed, grasping on think threads of hope.

kang haerin

y/n: ********@gmail.com

y/n: why are you doing this again?

haerin: mr. jeon is your private doctor and i am under his care. it's my task to do what he thinks is best.

y/n: alright, i have a friend here and need to get off soon.

haerin: okay.

haerin: take care.

y/n: yeah.

minji grumbles and stands up, walking towards your desk and seeing a bunch of crumpled pieces of paper — it's not something new, you’ve always been the type to leave things like that.

minji picks up one paper, particularly your medication prescription from mr. jeon, reading it carefully.

when did you start taking medicine?

have you told her before?

maybe she forgot?

the other one however, was a medical report from mr. jeon too.

he jotted down all your symptoms and there's the ripped part of the final result.

minji closed her eyes, sighing.

you finally open the door and see minji standing by your desk, you immediately walk up to her and take the paper from the desk. “how is this supposed to be okay?” she asks you, you avoid her gaze while she looks at you with hatred.

“because i said so —” you feel her hands on your shoulders, pulling you to look at her. “why can't you just tell me the truth?” minji whispers harshly, you close your eyes as you shake your head, calming yourself.

“i wasn't ready…” you only tell her.

“what? how — when did you start acting like this? have i done something wrong? come on, tell me!” minji shouts, you feel suffocated by her grip and you reach for her wrist.

“let go, you won't get it!” you yell back, pushing her away and she lets go of your shoulders causing you to stumble over. minji feels bad, maybe not because a part of her doesn't understand why you're acting like this at all.

“what part won't i get? i mean, we’ve been friends for years!” minji looks at you and you start catching your breath, with just a cough — a petal falls from your lips, and there’s blood on the floor. your cough turns violent, like a rain raging into a storm, minji can hear your voice ringing in her ear as you weeze for a breath.

“y/n… y/n!?” you feel minji’s hands on your shoulders and she lifts you up to look at you, she feels her heart drop, thinking it must have been her fault. “y/n… what's happening?” her voice is shaking and she looks at you with panic written all over her face, her palm grazing your cheeks.

“i’m okay…” you mutter and close your eyes, tears start to swell and it's hot, forming on the corners of your eyes. “it's just that — you know, i can't breathe!” your hand touches her shoulder, gripping it tightly as if not wanting to let go. minji embraces your figure, holding you close. “come on, let's go.” she whispers, gesturing to your room.

“i love you… so much minji, it hurts a lot.” your phone starts to ring, and you guess it's from haerin.

“what..?” minji mutters.

“that’s why it hurts like this because —” you start to sob, not knowing what to do when you're standing here with her arms around you, you feel weak about it and it's humiliating when you think about how pathetic it is to be in such pain over someone who you're supposed to be friends with.

you wake up, a hand on your forehead and it's hurting like hell. you look around to see everything in complete brightness, the hospital room reflects the light above, everything is in the color of white. you shift from the bed, a hand on your chest trying to find the safe fluttering feeling inside, the type that feels suffocating.

you notice how you couldn't feel it, particularly clueless to how and where it is now — you try to navigate the same pain you usually endure but you figured, it must be because minji is nowhere to be seen.

the door creaks, it opens and you look up to see haerin's face, after several months of being stuck with her, you realize it wasn't that bad — she wasn't that bad.

you look down and feel the breeze of the air conditioner, haerin slowly enters inside and stands by the end of your bed.

“hey,” she calls.

you look up and smile at her, brushing a hand on your hair.

“do you remember the waiver you signed… like several months ago?” she asks, you look at her, to her cat-like eyes and feel something inside, you ignore it.

“yes, i think… i guess it happened.” you mutter, it was awkward and haerin hates it when things get awkward. maybe because she wants you to feel better, she pushes strands of her hair behind her very noticeable ear then she clears her throat.

“yeah, it was a success — i bet you feel so much better now.” she smiles, like she always does when you actually listen to what she says.

you remember signing a waiver, a deal you made with mr. jeon, that if you’re at your worst state caused by the disease you will have to have an emergency surgery immediately as soon as it happens.

you thought that it would be a good idea, you want to wait at least a little more just in case that pain disappears but it was taking too long. that time you passed out on minji’s arms, you knew it would have been the right time to finally let go.

“i do. it's weird right? nothing much has changed,” you pause as you reach out to your chest, closing your eyes as you breathe. “it feels like something is still fluttering inside my chest.” you tell haerin, haerin frowns and comes closer leaning towards you. “what's wrong? does it still hurt?” haerin asks, holding your shoulders.

you shrug, chuckling slightly. “no, it doesn't it's kind of funny, as if it's ticklish.” haerin sighs and glares at you playfully. “stop making jokes, i’m worried.” she whispers, and there’s silence going around the room as you both stare at each other, haerin blinks before gradually moving away for only a few centimeters, still wanting to check up on you.

“you’re worried… for me?” you whisper back as if teasing her to which she reacted positively by moving her head away with flushing cheeks.

“of course… after all, mr. jeon cares about your health too.” oh well, you laugh at her and she pouts at your reaction. “yeah, i’m his patient but… you were worried, is that true?” you ask her, haerin looks away and chuckles at your question.

“why would you want to know?”

“because i thought you’d think of me as if i’m a burden and annoying.”

haerin sits on the side of your bed, turning to look at you.

“i care for you because it's my job, okay?” haerin whispers, looking down at your hands.

you didn't pry your eyes away from her, yet start to feel more pulled by her aura.

“do you think of me the same when i’m not here?” you ask, again. even if it sounds like you're asking too much, it doesn't hurt to do so, right?

haerin doesn't move her eyes away from your hands on top of the blanket.

she laughs. “you ask so much, are you so curious… of course i care for you even if you're not here. outside of my job, i care for you even if i’m in my bedroom.” she adds.

you smile at her. “thanks.”

silence starts to engulf the whole room again, but it feels nice.

“say, am i a headache sometimes —” even before you get to finish your question she already butts in. “yes you are.”

you laugh. “wait are you serious?”

“yes i am.” she says.

you lean your head to look at her and she turns her head to you.

“do you regret forcing me to stay?” you ask.

haerin smiles at you. “no, i never did.”

haerin wants to feel bad for herself, not when she's starting to catch feelings for her mentor’s patient — someone who suffered a disease from a one-sided love, because she's afraid she might end up the same.

she doesn't want you to feel like she's taking advantage of your situation, because she's never felt something more genuine than her feelings for you.

“i… actually, nevermind.” haerin turns her head away from you and she starts to curse herself from piquing your interest. “what's up?” you ask her, looking at her over her shoulder. haerin looks at you and smiles, adjusting herself as she scoots closer. “it's nothing.” she tells you.

you brush it off and shrug, not wanting to force her to say something.

but haerin couldn't keep herself.

“i’ll say it, for the better.” haerin tries to relax her shoulders, eventually finding herself almost frozen under your gaze.

you scoot closer to her, your feet dangling over the edge of the bed and your shoulder touches hers. it's the kind of silence where you know everything is going to be okay, that haerin is just right there, beside you making sure you're going to be okay — that there's no reason for you to be scared.

“okay, go ahead.” you tell her.

haerin puts a hand on her face, sighing before she raises it slowly and looks at you — there's a small gap between your face and hers, your nose almost touching hers.

there's nothing to be afraid of… right?

“i… i think i like you, y/n. it's like, i don't understand but i know i have these feelings for you and it's been bothering me for quite a while. i know this might not be a good thing but i hope you're okay with it.” haerin finishes her sentence and you move closer to lean your head to her shoulder, she looks down on your face — all her fear fades away.

even now haerin can't help but feel bad for herself sometimes, it's not easy to keep away from someone she cares for.

“it's okay.” haerin listens well and leans over to your head, getting a whiff of your shampoo.

“i’ll wait.” haerin leans to give your temple a kiss. you giggle, wrapping your arms around her in an embrace.

“you're so warm.” you grumble. “y-yeah, it's kind of hot here.” haerin whispers, you scoff playfully knowing she's making excuses to hide the fact she's flustered.

“thanks a lot haerin, seriously.” you mumble as you look up at her, haerin nods and smiles. “it's nothing, besides it's over now.” you agree and hug her even closer, haerin snuggles her nose on your hair.

minji buries her face in her hands, struggling to fight with the guilt seeping inside of her — maybe it was all her fault you’ve been in pain for so long, when she’s been selfish and mean, she could’ve been there for you instead. she's trying to find the courage to face you, but it's hard when all she sees whenever she closes her eyes is the memory of you crying at her — you're so much better than that, you deserve so much better.

“i can't do this.” minji shakes her head and groans, it's taking a toll on her. every night she wakes up and she wants to look for you but it feels like you're so far away from her. maybe you're running away and she's running out of time.

minji feels the hallway of the hospital stretches into something bigger, wider and emptier. then she's all alone with her thoughts and the voices inside her head until the silence rings into a noise.

maybe one day, she hopes sooner — she finds the courage to face you again.

y/n (⁠/⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠(⁠-⁠ω⁠-⁠)

minji: hey, r u okay now?

minji: i’m so sorry.

minji: :((

minji: i’m so sorry y/n, let's see each other again? i’ll wait for your recovery

“the pillow smells great.” haerin whispers as she watches you lay on your bed, rolling over a few times, missing the comfort of your soft bed sheet, maybe without your tears on it. haerin laughs at the way you gush, pulling her knees to her chest and she keeps her eyes on you.

“i know, i love my bed so much.” you tell her, haerin nods, agreeing as she herself loves the comfort of her own room.

you roll and you lay on your back, hair sprawling all over the bed, you shift your eyes to haerin's direction and smile at her.

with your arms open wide you wordlessly call her to you. haerin sighs before chuckling and eventually reaching over to you in a hug, you feel the warmth of her body close to you and it feels like you're wrapped with a quilt, comforting and secure.

haerin lets you lean your head on her shoulder, hugging her as if she was a tree and you were a koala. “loosen up a bit, you're suffocating me.” haerin playfully complains, you huff and shake your head.

“stay here!” you tell her.

haerin sighs. “alright.”

haerin pats your head, you look up at her and leaned in, your forehead touching hers. you open your lips to say something but you close it immediately. “is something bothering you?” haerin whispers, looking at you with her wondering eyes. you smile at her and shake your head. “it's not that much but — i thought i should say it.”

haerin closes her eyes and opens it again. “go on, say whatever is in your mind.”

you give her a thankful smile, thankful because of how thoughtful she is.

“it's just… i’m worried about minji, because i haven't seen her and i don't want to break our friendship but… i don't know if things will be the same anymore.” you whisper to her and you see haerin nods, giving you a reassuring smile.

“i think it'll be alright… what about you?”

you think about it, you know minji the best and you understand her the most — even after what happened you know eventually you have to fix things together. “i hope so… i can't stand the idea of leaving her alone, she still need a friend. i still want to be there for her.”

“i understand, it's tough but i want you to know it's going to be okay. you got this.” haerin whispers back and you laugh.

“should i really be asking you about this? because —” before you could even speak haerin butts in.

“can i kiss you?”

you laugh. “o-oh geez, of course. i don't mind.” your eyes turn crescent as you smile at her, feeling giddy. haerin's cheeks turns pink and she takes a quick breath before leaning in.

it was short but pure, sweet, and genuine — when you lips touched hers it felt like some fairytales were real, like nothing was impossible. it was short but amazing, when she pulled away you were almost out of breath from the sight of her bright eyes alone.

“i care about whatever you feel — it doesn't matter if it's not about me. i want to know what you think and hear what you want to say, i want to take part of your life even if it's not much.” haerin whispers, suddenly feeling shy and scared.

your eyes widen and your whole face was lighting up — you were out of words but there were so many inside your head.

haerin is an awe-spiring person, she's wonderfully witty, poised, empowered but shy — she's sweet, skittish, worry-wart but lovely.

she's stubborn but listens well, she's got so many thoughts but only a few words.

you think — haerin is so much more than words, maybe more than anything in the world, she's the combination of all the great things in this world: hope, love, dreams, marshmallow, tomato, frogs, and cats.

there's a new found love blooming.

[4am-enha]

GIRLLL!!! I have already looked through all your posts and your writings are sooooo good :(((

.... There:(( can you please write a fluff, one shot of hoon and the introverted and unsocial y/n 🙁🫶

sweet (in)convenience.

note: i needed to get a sunghoon one shot out so why not! i hope this is okay~ thank you sm for reading my stuff!! and thank you to @euphoricfilter for helping me come up with an idea for this one shot. <33

tags/desc: (have you ever gone to the store with your parents and they randomly rush away leaving you in line by yourself while they grab something ‘quickly’? yeah, that’s what this is.) introverted, socially anxious reader and soft teasing sunghoon who does the talking for them. holding hands, brief kisses, reassurance, friendly teasing, short convenience store trip with sunghoon.

genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship.

pairing: sunghoon x you (y/n), gender neutral but term ‘passenger princess’ is used.

warnings: pet names like ‘babe’ & ‘love’ used a few times. very brief mention of a panic/anxiety attack.

wc≈ 1.6k, one shot format.

“What’s going on with all these people?” Sunghoon scanned around the cramped store, bewildered by the number of people as the bell on the door announced your entrance.

“I guess there must be some sort of celebration or event going on somewhere close by and people needed some snacks or something,” you shrugged.

He suddenly gasped, making you look up at him in wonder, “Or maybe they’re gaining supplies because they’re revolting against something and we’re missing out.”

You stared at him blankly.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s go with your idea.”

You giggled, giving him an eye roll in response. Sunghoon was quite silly, but he was really nice company. Being around him always felt sort of like there was a bubble around you, providing you protection and always making you feel so comfortable and safe no matter where you were, or went. As long as he was by your side, it was okay.

You followed Sunghoon around as he grabbed things off the shelves, “what are we actually here for again?”

“I wanted to grab a few things for that gathering I’m going to later with the guys. I’m pretty sure everyone is bringing some sort of snack. Plus, we desperately need milk in the house. We’re out again.”

Sunghoon quickly closed the door of the store's refrigerator. Then, you followed him into the queue for checkout. He had already gotten what he needed.

You sighed, “Well, maybe if you didn’t drink milk on its own, we would actually have some left for the cereal.”

“What’s your problem with drinking milk on its own? It’s good. Literally, don’t bash it until you’ve tried it, girl.” Sunghoon tried to do some sort of swish with his hair and neck, but it didn’t work like he had intended it to.

Your eyes widened with surprise and you let out a small laugh, “Why are you trying to sound sassy?”

“Did you not hear? It’s the… what’s it called? Oh right, the sassy man apocalypse, or something like that. Ah, can you also hold this for me? I forgot something. I’ll be right back,” he shoved the shopping basket into your arms, flashed you a thankful smile, and winked as he dashed off to grab whatever he had forgotten.

You felt a rush of anxiety, “Uh actually Sunghoon-“

You had tried to call out to him before he ran off, but he had left so fast and couldn’t hear you over the noise of the crazy amount of customers in the store.

“He’ll be quick,” you internally thought- trying to reassure yourself. It was very hard to believe since Sunghoon had just left you in the checkout line all by yourself with his basket of stuff and absolutely no money or preparation.

There were only a few people in front of you. You couldn’t help but immediately start to overthink it all. Another customer finished, leaving one left until it was your turn. No sight of Sunghoon yet.

Maybe it all seemed a bit dramatic to anybody else, but to you, this was one of the most terrifying situations to be in. You had really bad social anxiety and besides Sunghoon and those closest to you- you didn’t really talk to people much. At least not if you didn’t have to. People thought you were just a little shy, but you really couldn’t help it. You could barely remember a time when you had ever been comfortable in public alone interacting with people. These days, you brought Sunghoon everywhere with you.

If you had to interact with the cashier right now, explain that you actually don't have any money on you to pay for it, inconvenience not only the cashier but the customers behind you too, and have to tell them to wait- oh it was all just too much for you. Your mind spiralled. You were sure you’d have a breakdown.

You then began to feel the symptoms of a panic attack come on. Your palms began to become clammy with sweat and your chest suddenly became tight as if there was an excessive depletion of oxygen in the room or something like that. Your breath became irregular and on the brink of hyperventilation.

And even with all of this, you still tried to keep composed so that the people around you wouldn’t judge you.

“Next customer please.”

It was your turn, but you felt yourself freeze in the spot. A sharp ringing began in your ears and the environment around you became blurred as if it was all happening all at once.

A familiar pair of warm arms wrapped around you, embracing you from behind gently. It broke you out from your episode, and suddenly you felt relieved again.

“Hey babe, it’s our turn silly.”

Sunghoon had returned just in time, but you felt like it had taken him forever. You looked up at him with weary eyes as he let go and took the basket from you, putting it up on the register counter. He then turned back to you and tucked your hair away from your face and behind your left ear.

“Love, how about you wait on that bench outside for me?” His eyes scanned yours, feeling guilty for leaving you alone like that.

And so you did wait patiently as he checked out, paid, and came out from the bustling mini store. You got up from the bench and he instantly reached for your hand, neatly quilting the gaps between each of your fingers with his own. He had such pretty hands- you were sure they were built especially just for yours.

“I’m so sorry for taking so long, my love. There were these annoying kids that just wouldn’t get out of the way,” he apologised sincerely, “I would’ve pushed them over or kicked them in the back of the legs if it wasn't, like, borderline illegal.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed, still disappointed in yourself.

“I’m proud of you,” he smiled.

Like that one friend who can’t read a room for the life of them, a street salesperson rushed over and began to speak to the pair of you.

Sunghoon squeezed your hand tight and pulled you a little bit behind himself- protecting you and shielding you away from them.

“We’re busy,” Sunghoon brushed them off and continued to walk with you.

But they began to follow, “Just five minutes of your time sir-“

Sunghoon stopped abruptly and looked them in the eyes with a threatening glance, “I’m sorry, did you not hear me?”

“Ah, I understand sir. Have a nice day,” they had suddenly changed their mind.

Sunghoon stepped forward toward them, “Move.”

Finally, the salesperson walked away, leaving you alone. Sunghoon still held your hand securely as you continued your interrupted journey toward the car together.

You looked at him as you walked, “what was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“That just now- what happened to always talking to people gently, Mr. Nice guy?” You mocked him.

“That was an exception. They were annoying, and came way too close to you,” he grunted.

Eventually, you arrived at the car and settled yourselves inside. You were the passenger princess, of course.

You felt Sunghoon’s gaze on you as you put your seatbelt on. Your instincts must have been strong because as soon as you turned your head, your eyes met Sunghoon’s again- staring right at you from the driver's seat with a sly smile.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

Sunghoon leaned forward, inching close to your lips, just not far enough forward to touch them with his own yet. Still close, his eyes trailed back up from your mouth to your eyes, “I’m sorry again,” he whispered before finally leaning in all the way and giving you a kiss full of apologies.

It wasn’t really his fault, but you wouldn’t reject a kiss from him, no matter the circumstance. So, you just melted into it.

You could feel his smile widen against your lips as he began to softly chuckle to himself.

You pulled away, “what’s so funny?”

Sunghoon chuckled more, “It's just, I was only gone for like, less than two minutes.”

“So?”

“So… you really missed me then huh,” he smiled mischievously.

You rolled your eyes and softly pushed him away, “You’re so annoying.”

“I guess we need to be glued to each other,” he continued.

“Y’all hear something?” you asked an imaginary audience.

Sunghoon snatched your arm and grabbed your hand, “we have to hold hands forever. Sorry!” He kept teasing.

“Hoon. Just DRIVE.”

Later on, you were all snuggled up in your bed alone with your laptop, watching yet another winter movie in the middle of October. It was one of the best feelings, being all wrapped up in blankets and fresh clean PJ’s. No responsibilities to take care of as of right now.

The door creaked open and Sunghoon slid his head into the room with a grin, “What are you up to?”

You looked at the time on your screen and back up at Sunghoon, “You’re still here? Aren’t you going to be late for that thing you’re supposed to be going to?”

“I decided not to go,” he came into the room fully, hands behind his back.

“Well, why not? Are you feeling sick?”

“No, my love, I would just rather spend time with you more than anyone else tonight. So I cancelled,” he approached the side of the bed.

You noticed his hands hidden away, you could only assume he had something, “what’s that?”

“What’s what?”

You squinted suspiciously, “Hoon.”

“Okay, okay. Give me your hands,” he pulled out a selection of some of your favourite sweet treats from behind him and slid them into your hands.

“When did you get these?”

“When I left you in the line. I refuse to leave you empty-handed.”

You smiled, “I didn’t even notice.”

He gave you a peck on the forehead. Then, he slid into the bed sheets next to you with a huge cheesy smile.

“So what are we watching?”

end note: all feedback/notes are appreciated! thank you so much for reading ^^ !! ALSO HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE ORANGE BLOOD CONCEPT TRAILER? I WAS FLABBERGASTED. if you haven’t, you’re missing out. i’m so excited for this comeback.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i reach out to an abusive ex about a potential stalker of theirs?

so, this is gonna be hard to talk about. i'm scared they'll see it, and i am still not fully recovered. i am sorry for any weird wording or misspelling.

i split with my ex 4 years ago and will refer to them as L. they were emotionally abusive and manipulative to me. it was genuinely one of the worst things i went through.

about a year after splitting, suddenly in a span of a few months, 3 separate people ended up talking to me about what L did to them too. i got really nervous and then found that they were selling a character of theirs, including old ship art i made for us. this is the part where i know i messed up, because i got really upset and spoke to my L again to say to never let this happen again and get therapy and to not sell that art along with the characters. i really shouldn't have, i said things i regret, and i recognize that part. i am the asshole there. it didn't go well and they essentially pulled the definition of DARVO on me and ended with a mutual block. i have not contacted them since and i tried to maintain my distance.

in 2023, i was on a social media website for a niche fandom that shows you who views your profile. i found someone whose posts i liked on there, saw they had a partner with the same anniversary date as my current partner and i, just in 2023 instead of 2020 like my partner and i. and i was like, ah shit, that's pretty cool! and i checked out the profile of said person's partner, and it was L. they both promptly blocked me, then unblocked me again a few days later. that was when i saw that L's partner was vaguing me and saying that i had been stalking them (the partner, not L) and telling them to split with L for a long time. i want to be clear, i only saw this because i so much so did not have any clue who this was that i clicked on their profile again because i forgot already who they were. i still have no idea who they are, i have never spoken to them. i want so badly to stress that i wanted to be as far removed from this as i could, and i had been for 2 years.

now is where i am conflicted. i know L could be lying to them. they talked a lot of shit of prior partners to me too, and according to those who reached out to me, apparently told a lot of lies. but part of me wonders if that really did happen, and it was someone else, and linked to why suddenly so many people came to me before in 2021? like, all the lies i had been told they told were nothing like this. this is really an impressive lie to be spinning. honestly, i still have always hoped someday they will be better. i genuinely want that and i want to believe there's good in them that will prevail. i've been told i give people too many chances.

i feel like i should leave this be, but part of me is still hoping, somewhere, that the good person i used to see if still there and deserves to know that a) it wasn't me and b) they might have a stalker of sorts? i really don't know. the thought of talking to them again is genuinely terrifying, but if that is true, i guess i feel like they do deserve to know.

so, WIBTA if i reach out about this?

What are these acronyms?

[sseosapphic]

oh im 100000000% leaving the minqi magic to your creative genius and ill gladly read anything you put out for my babies fr fr 😌✋

˚୨୧⋆Happy Birthday Puppy

Kim Minnie / Nicha Yontararak X Song Yuqi

decided to combine a request & a yuqi birthday celebration post! enjoy minqi for woogs birthday<3

contains: birthday sex,pet-names,praise,degradation , semi-public teasing,humiliation kink,hair pulling,marking/hickeys,dom-minnie,sub yuqi! (third person pov,written with ot6 soojin is still a soloist though)

the light switch flicked on,soft hushes could be heard

“Girls,is that you?” the red haired girl questioned out into the ,seemingly empty living room.

soon she shrugged it off and started to put her stuff down , taking her hoodie off ,until she heard loud noises from behind, startling her

“SURPRISE!!!” the five girls shouted in unison , confetti flying over a few of them ,and balloons popping up from their hands.

“fucking christ..you guys almost gave me a heart attack..is this for me?” a soft smile forming on her face ,as the other girls nodded their heads at her question.

“of course,it’s your birthday after all! We wanna celebrate it with you Yuqi-ah!” the first one to speak up was minnie , giving her a kiss on the cheek and a hug from behind,tightly wrapping around her waist.

“t-thank you guys,this is so sweet of you all..you really didn’t have to-“

“we wanted to yuqi,we wanna celebrate your birthday with you,your special to us!” The youngest spoke rather loudly , apologizing after for the loudness..

-time skip into spending some time all together and they’re a bit tipsy,but shuhua is drunk,they’re all spending time together talking in the living room-

“miyeonnie your face is so flushed from the drinks,and you haven’t had that much!” shuhua giggled , making miyeon pout a bit as shuhua spoke

meanwhile minnie was sitting next to yuqi on the couch while nobody else is next to them,with a blanket covering them. Minnie thought this was the perfect opportunity to tease yuqi a bit,She put her hand onto yuqis inner thigh ,getting closer towards her crotch

“M-Min what are you doing..” Minnie giggled a bit in response “I’m having some fun yuqi-ah,you haven’t stopped me yet..” it was true yuqi hasn’t stopped minnie ,and she didn’t want it to stop at all. Minnie’s hand was creeping closer and closer to yuqis ,by now wet core..

“Hey yuqi can you come help me really quickly? I think i’ve forgot your gift in my room and i just remembered ,i wanna see your reaction first before anyone else’s..” Yuqi catching on quickly nodded ,headed towards minnie’s room where she shut the door behind them , soon yuqi was pulled into a kiss by minnie.

“You..drive me fucking crazy..” Minnie gasped through kisses, then pushed yuqi back towards the bed , unbuttoning her shirt tossing it somewhere in the room.

“I hope you enjoy your birthday present..puppy” whispering into yuqis ear,making the girl whine from the pet name.

she started to plant soft kisses down yuqis neck,going lower near her chest,ripping her bra off,as-well as her own shirt.

“M-Min..please..a-ah..need you so bad..” gasping out as minnie’s mouth latched itself onto yuqis breast,kissing and biting her nipple,and playing with her other one making sure to not leave it un-attended.

“So cute..my cute little puppy..” minnie murmured into the girls chest , kissing down her tummy,reaching her shorts,unbuttoning them and pulling the black pair of shorts down off her legs. Being left with yuqis pink lacy panties,pulling them down with only her teeth,the sight made yuqi groan out in pleasure.

minnie stared in awe at how wet yuqi was already, “so pretty..can’t wait to taste you..” letting a few kitten licks at yuqis cunt ,already making the girl go crazy,moaning out decently loud with how desperately she needed the older girl.

“N-Nicha~! Please..Fuck!” Hearing her proper name encouraged her,not to use her tongue though,to use her fingers with all the comments people make on her hands,hell even her own members acknowledge how her hands look,she wanted to put them to use. She pulled away from yuqis cunt ,making yuqi confused but soon plunged two of her long fingers inside yuqi. Her middle and ring finger going in and out of the younger girl,making her gasp in pleasure,moaning out her name.

“You’re such a pretty puppy when my fingers are stretching you out..you sound so pathetic too..so cute” Nicha purred into yuqis ear ,kissing her neck and then her lips,yuqi desperately grabbed nichas face pulling her into a heated makeout session, but nicha soon pulled away,aswell as pulling yuqis hair while thrusting into yuqi at a much faster and rougher pace now.

“Such a good puppy for me,aren’t you woogs? Im pretty sure you left the door unlocked baby..what would you do if one of the girls walked in on you being fucked like a pathetic puppy right now? you’d get off to that wouldn’t you baby..you’d let them see how much of a mess you make for me,wouldn’t you?

yuqi nodded her head rapidly,barely being able to form a coherent sentence,whimpering in pleasure ,but nicha pulled her hair.

“Respond when im talking to you,got it puppy? Now answer me.” nicha spoke curling her fingers into that one spot of yuqis.

“M-Mhm! would let everyone s-see how much of a mess i am for y-you..A-ah~! nicha! please..right there..m so close..puppy wants to..wanna cum..”

Nicha smiled softly at her words,thrusting into that same spot again , “Cum for me puppy,make a mess on my fingers..” she purred into yuqis ear,making yuqi moan loudly,and cum all over nichas fingers,making a mess.

Minnie slowly pulled out of yuqi (who was fucked out) And just looked yuqi in the eyes as she sucked on her fingers ,that were covered in yuqis cum,which earned a moan out of yuqi.

minnie patted the other side of the bed pulling the blanket over them,as she held yuqi.

“need anything,food,water,want me to run you a bath?”

yuqi shook her head “just stay with me right now..” Minnie smiled at her words.

soon they heard a loud bang on the door

“Are you two done? miyeon walked in on both of you like twice but neither of you noticed,we can’t tell if she’s scared or turned on,just let us know when you guys are finished! Happy birthday woogs,i hope minnie was fun!” soojin softly shouted from the other side,her footsteps were heard walking away

“oh.” both of them said in unison

[starsoftheeye]

TMagP 17 Reaction

Pre-Episode

I've discovered that acting disinterested literally makes the episodes show up earlier on my youtube account, so I've gotta play mindgames on this app every thursday to get to see the episodes less than half an hour after they release lol

Pre-Statement

Ah Celia is back on her bullshit

Wait did she just nearly get ran over???

I feel bad for laughing at her but her only reaction being "Oh for gods sake" is super funny to me how long has she been doing this

oh hi sam

oh god she missed their date :[

something tells me a habit is going to be made of this, especially considering she literally cannot help it

"it really wasn't" yeah no wonder you nearly became roadkill

theyre so cute i love them

ooh shes mad

Statement

"catalyst" huh, have we heard that before or is this the first time

pfft not the interviewer getting read to shreds

wild theory before i keep going, based on the title "saved copy" and the "identity crisis", "existential horror", "temporal distortion" and "captivity" tags, im going to assume that this person going to therapys having the details of their life copied somewhere for something to replicate and replace them, and the doctors gonna attempt to get rid of them but obviously it didnt work. either that or the guy outside the office does something

as someone whos never done meditation before this is not encouraging me to start

ah office spaces, the worst of cosmic horror

wait did they get teleported or something

tbf if my taxi driver started driving completely the wrong way i'd assume the worst and start "exchanging words" too

oh my god was i right

wait is this copy based on their therapy, a version of themselves with no problems whatsoever? and is this gonna be a "there can only be one" type scenario?

oh wait no i forgot siblings exist

wait nvm them having the same name is weird

"dates and times" so this is where the temporal distortion comes in ig

yup

i'm sticking with the "rich-darrien is a copy trying to assimilate into og-darriens life" theory for now

yeah because thats not normal darrien, even if youre related no-one looks completely identical apart from glasses, teeth colour and a lack of a beer-gut

do they both think the other is the copy, or does sharron just not know?

oh god what is he hiding

does he beat up a real person every time hes upset

of course it was his father that makes sense

oh my god the sound design

oh my god he's the one who assimilated thats so cool

good for sharron i hope shes doing okay

off-topic but i love the way the voices get more real as the statement goes on then go back to their more robotic tone at the end

Post-Statement

as a celia fan i am eating well this week jeez

celia my dear what do you mean by that "not exactly the same though, it is?" girlie what have you done what are you hidinggg

alice!

who was playing the music in the background there?

as someones whos computing department in school consists of keyboard with never-before-discovered types of bacteria wedged between the keys thats valid

alice dyer i love you so much

ah the dyhard is dyharding

ah yes the mutual "i'm traumatised and i know you are too but i don't like you enough to give details on mine or ask about yours so we'll just sit and suffer in silence til the ice somehow breaks" dynamic

also colin mention woohoo i love the scottish man

the computer start up noise and power down noise at the beginning and end of every episode kind of makes me think that someone is watching all of this (maybe us, or more likely someone in-universe)

anyway that was fun, i'm doing this late but this was a nice way to spend my first proper off-day since finishing all my exams

[quibbs126]

Okay, I can’t find the ask that requests this pairing, but I know I got a request for it somewhere, so I’m just posting it normally

Anyways, so this was the first oc x canon requested, by @amythecat2001, and this is Purple Plum Cookie

The oc also belongs to @amythecat2001, and her name is Rose Tea Cookie

Okay, so with her name, full disclosure I think I forgot the “Tea” part of Rose Tea when I came up with her name (as well as the “Juice” in “Prune Juice”), because I was like “okay, what’s in between prunes and flowers?” and I learned that prunes are basically just dried plums, so I decided to base her off of those. But I really liked how the plums looked, so I just stuck with it

European plums (since I think those are the specific kind):

So I’m gonna go ahead and say that she’s the previously mentioned fankid who doesn’t really look like her parents but I liked the design of

She looked like a fantasy magic user that I really want to see in a video game

Like I didn’t intend for her hair to be entirely curly, it was just supposed to be some of her hair like Rose Tea, but I liked how it looked, so I kept it. Though some of her hair got obscured by her staff. I also gave her those pink parts at the top to reference the red spots on the plums

Speaking of the spots, I gave her a bunch of plums in her staff and brooch because that’s what she is. Though originally the plums were darker and the spots lighter, until I looked at the references again and realized that it was the other way around, so I changed that

I realized when I was doing the feet, I realized neither Prune Juice or Rose Tea have visible feet, but I decided to keep her with boots anyways. I gave her long boots because why not

If I’m being honest, I feel like her dough is too light, but both characters have light dough tones, so not much I can do. But I did give her blush because I thought it looked good

Oh also, I was considering giving her a bottom hair gradient, but I thought it made the hair design too much, so I didn’t do that

And also the colored sketch was the original draft of her I did before I did her design

I’m sorry, my brain’s not entirely working when it comes to explaining the design. Just know that I like it a lot, even if I admit she probably doesn’t look enough like her parents. Let’s get on to her character

So she’s a wizard that graduated from Parfaedia. Her magic is plant/juice based, which is what those circles you see on the staff are. But she also makes and uses potions, which she learned from her father

She’s a bit absent minded and directionally challenged, she will have points where she’s just like “wait…where am I?” or “what am I doing?” because she forgot. She usually means well, she just doesn’t always know what she’s doing

But don’t let that fool you, she’s very intelligent and has a lot of ingenuity. She uses potions alongside her magic so she could cover her bases if her magic’s depleted, or she needs something specific

I was listening to Licorice’s Cookie Trial theme, so I just imagine her wandering through a dark forest. I dunno, I just needed something to say

To be honest I feel like if I knew more about Rose Tea, it might help me get a better idea of character for Purple Plum, but ah well

So yeah I think that’s about it. Hope you enjoy

[maislovebot]

Top 10 bsd characters oral scenarios: Doppo Kunikida

Hello! I’m so sorry I didn’t post it when I said I would but my parents surprised me with a trip to Yellowstone and I didn’t have service! I’m back now tho and I’m ready to roll with some porn<3

Contains: afab reader, no pronouns used, reader teased Kuni, dom-ish Kunikida, fluff and smut, Kuni has a huge lingerie kink, praise (giving and receiving), aftercare + cuddling

Read it on ao3 if you’re interested:)

“Doppo” you whined, stretching out the end of his name.

“Yes?”

“Why don’t we go on a date or something?”

Kunikida has been focusing on work far too much lately. Ever since the Guild got destroyed, he’s been so focused on keeping everything in order, he’s been forgetting about you! You just couldn’t allow that, and you were determined to get him to just forget about work for a few hours, and focus on you. Or better yet, focus on himself, because he’s clearly been neglecting himself.

“Maybe once everything has passed, but you know that I have to keep working.”

“But you’re off the clock! You’re just working for the sake of working at this point.”

Kunikida sighed, “I would hardly call it that.”

You frowned. Were you really just distracting him from his work? Maybe working is what’s best for him right now.

“Alright, fine. Let me know when you’re done with your work so we can do something.” You were trying your hardest to keep your annoyance out of your tone, but you just couldn’t help it. He just wouldn’t leave his work alone! Even if at this point you assumed it’s what he wanted, it sure felt like torture for you.

Kunikida, being the man he is, noticed your tone of voice and turned to you.

“Alright, fine. Let’s plan for a date tomorrow. Right after I get off of work, we can go somewhere.”

“Yes! Where do you wanna go?”

“Wherever you want.”

You sighed. “Well that doesn’t help! This dates for you, after all.” Kunikida’s face became a slight shade of pink at your confession. “Alright. How about somewhere like a park? We could just go there for a little. I think going outside would do me some good right now.” Kunikida was trying to stay calm, but he was clearly very, very ready for this date with the way his foot tapped against the floor lightly.

“The park sounds nice! I can bring us something to eat, too.”

Kunikida gave a surprisingly warm smile and replied, “that sounds nice.”

Today is the day! You thought. It was now two hours from when Kunikida would leave work, so you decided to start getting the food ready. All kinds of things were packed, but it was all stuff you made yourself. You knew Kunikida would feel more appreciated if you made the food yourself.

You hummed in the kitchen faintly, clearly very excited for what was to come.

It was now half an hour before you left, luckily, you were already dressed under your apron. You untied your apron from behind your back, and hung it up where you typically do. You went into your bedroom to grab your wallet before leaving when you noticed a special something on your nightstand.

‘ ah, I forgot about that. ’ What lay before you was new lingerie you bought because you saw it at the mall recently and you couldn’t bring yourself to go without it, it was just so fitting of you. It fit your body perfectly, brought undeniable confidence and you just knew how much Kunikida was gonna love it.

‘ It wouldn’t hurt to wear it.. what’s the worst that could happen? ’ You thought to yourself. Quickly undressing, you replaced your underwear with the lingerie and got dressed again. ‘ I hope he notices it at some point. ’ Considering how long you two had gone without getting it on, you were desperate for some action.

Luckily, you still left a little early, despite putting on some pretty lingerie and needing to get dressed all over again. Considering who you were going out with, it was probably a good idea to be early instead of on time.

You arrived, and you were met with an exceptionally early Kunikida. “Damn, I was hoping I’d get here before you!” You playfully pushed his shoulder with your pointer finger to tease him.

“You probably would have if I didn’t have extra time at work today.”

“How was work, by the way?”

Kunikida sighed and closed his eyes tight and rubbed his temples after sitting down on the bench next to him.

“Dazai was teasing me the entire time. He somehow knew I was planning something after work and wouldn’t leave me alone about it trying to guess what it was.”

You laughed and responded, “well, did he figure it out?”

“Yes. Then he went on and on about how he’s surprised I was able to meet someone who actually fit my ‘standards’”

“That’s funny though!”

Kunikida looked at you doubtfully as you sat down. “Not when you have to deal with it every day of the week.”

“I guess it could get a little annoying.”

There was a part of you that wanted to tell Kunikida what you were wearing underneath your clothes, but there was another part of you that wanted to wait till you got home so you wouldn’t have to deal with a scolding from Kunikida for trying to have sex with him in public, so you decided to keep it a secret for the entirety of the date, no matter how disappointing it was.

You looked around for a minute, looking at the trees surrounding you two, and the well maintained grass that was just below your feet, the warm sun hitting your skin.

“Well.. how did I meet your many, many requirements?”

“You don’t.”

The typical person would probably be offended by this response, but you knew Kunikida too well. He was blunt, and sometimes it came across as rude. But you knew better than that, this is just how he is, but you love him for it.

“Oh. Well then, why’d you pick me?”

“I fell for you too hard to let you go,” Kunikida replied, not realizing how lovestruck his confession sounded till a couple of seconds after it left his mouth. “..or something like that.” Kunikida finished his reply with his cheeks turning pink again, this time more vibrantly.

“How cute! I love you so much, Doppo.” You said as you gently wrapped your arms around him, in order to reach him better you moved onto his lap and he sat still for a few seconds before moving his arms to wrap around you as well.

“I love you, too.” His reply was short and sweet, just like always.

You two sat like that for a few seconds, before moving your head out of his chest.

“Well, I brought some snacks. I even brought your favorite!” You spoke, breaking the silence.

“Thank you, my love.”

You blushed at the nickname. Kunikida rarely called you by anything other than your name, so whenever he didn’t it never failed to make you feel weak in the knees.

Kunikida noticed this and placed his hand in your hair, almost petting you. His form of comfort came across as very wholesome, and gentle despite his nature. It was sweet.

Your date went wonderfully, and you two left with a satisfied appetite and mood. Kunikida lifted his wrist to check what time it was.

“9:30.”

“Ah, so we have half an hour before you go to sleep.”

“Yes. Let’s go get ready.”

You sighed. “You and your schedules.”

“I need a strict schedule!”

You lifted your arms to defend yourself. “I know, I know! It’s just funny. Go do your thing.”

Kunikida lifted an eyebrow, and walked off. Little did he know what you had planned.

Kunikida arrived in his bathroom and laid some mint flavored toothpaste on top of his toothbrush before he looked over and saw you, changed into your pajamas. He assumed you were just coming in to brush your teeth as well, which would be correct. What caught him off guard, however, was the fact he could see a lacy bra strap peeking out from the neckline pajamas you were wearing.

You, being who you are, noticed this and made a sly facial expression despite having a toothbrush occupying your mouth at that moment. Despite Kunikida arriving to brush his teeth before you, you had finished first. Probably because he was staring at what he (rightfully) assumed to be lingerie. Because you were done, you laid your head on Kunikida and closed your eyes.

“Well, I’ll see you in the bedroom.” You said, with the smallest amount of flirtatious undertones. Kunikida grabbed your shoulder when you were in the door frame and asked you a question rather bluntly.

“What’re you wearing?”

You smiled and replied, “oh, this? It’s just some lingerie I bought recently. Brand new, too! Wanna take a peek?” The glisten in your eyes had practically trapped him. Sure, it was off schedule, he liked being asleep by ten every night because he knew it would be beneficial, but it wouldn’t hurt to indulge you just this once, right? You looked so genuinely excited, and he just couldn’t bring himself to say no.

“Of course I do.”

“Well then meet me in the bedroom!” You teased, stretching out the last word of your sentence. As you were leaving, you stretched upwards, allowing Kunikida to see the bottom of the lacy bra he was practically drooling over.

“We can go there together.” Kunikida said, wanting you out of your clothes as soon as possible. The tone of his voice was proving it.

“Just let me finish brushing my teeth, I’m almost done.” You smiled. “Okay, I’ll wait here then.” You leaned against the doorframe and looked at Kunikida.

Only a few seconds later, he finished so he grabbed your shoulders and walked you over to the nearest wall.

He looked at the top you were wearing, and reached to grab the sides of your shirt. “This is fine, right?”

“I thought you’d never ask! Of course it is.” You smiled and placed your knee between his legs, and he trembled lightly.

Almost frantically, Kunikida was taking off your shirt, making sure to caress the sides of your waist in the process. He brought his hands down to your hips and grabbed the waistband of your bottoms hesitantly.

“Are you okay?” You asked, tilting your head.

“Yeah—of course.”

You looked like you didn’t believe him, and that would be right. “No, really, what’s wrong? Do you not like the lingerie? I can take it off if you want.”

His eyes widened, and he shook his head rather violently.

“No! Definitely not.. it looks stunning on you. I just feel—well, a little bad.”

“For what?” You asked, eyes beginning to show concern. You lifted your arms up from the wall and placed them on Kunikida’s face, rubbing small circles.

“I’ve just been neglecting you lately.” He looked directly into your eyes, and all he could see was the way your eyes began to soften out of pity.

“It’s fine. I get it, work is stressful, the Guilds gone, but their effects still remain. You’re trying to make up for that. It’s respectable.”

Kunikida’s eyes widened just a little before he shut them.

“Well, how about I make it up to you?”

“Now that’s more like it!”

Kunikida chuckled and returned to what he was doing. He moved your bottoms down your hips, then down your thighs, and lastly, he let go and they fell to your ankles. In order to get out of your clothes, you stepped out of the pants.

Almost as soon as you did, Kunikida grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his arms, carrying you to your guys’ shared bedroom.

“That lingerie looks amazing. Mind if I admire it for a little longer?”

“No. Please, look for as long as you want.” You replied as you laid on your joint bed.

“I paid a pretty penny for them. Bring them to good use!”

“I promise.” Kunikida looked down as he said it, and he was eying your crotch.

“Do you mind if I taste you?”

You took a few seconds to respond.

“Huh?”

Kunikida blinked,

“Can I eat you out?”

“No—I heard you, it’s just, you’re straightforward, but even you have limits. I’m just shocked you asked so easily.”

Kunikida moved himself down until he was by your knees, and silently lifted your knees over his shoulders, before finally replying.

“You look so amazing in that, I can’t bring myself to wait. I needed to be straightforward because I need to have you against my mouth. Please?”

His confession was sweet, being dirty at the same time. It caught you off guard, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this just as much as he did.

“Yes. Go ahead, you’re gonna do great.”

A small mumble was said, before he licked at you through the panties you were wearing. It caught you completely off guard—you were expecting him to take your underwear off before going down on you, but that was too much effort apparently. He wanted to eat you out as soon as possible, so he didn’t want to waste time on taking off your underwear, you presumed.

The feeling of the lace rubbing against your clit, and his tongue making the fabric wet felt shockingly nice, and you mewled out almost immediately. Especially because the underwear wasn’t completely covering you, and was honestly more lace than it was cotton.

The friction made you carry your hand down and run your fingers through his hair, making the ponytail that was already loose from such a long day completely undone, and the rubber band fell next to Kunikida’s head. Because he was licking at your clit so tentatively, his hair quickly fell to the sides of his head and framed his face in a beautiful way.

The way his hair fell around his face didn’t change his pace at all, he was still frantic, still licking at you like a man starved. In a way, he was. You two hadn’t had sex in a few weeks, and now that he was finally torn away from his work, he was realizing how bad it had gotten. Almost as if he wanted you more dependent on him, he lifted himself up slightly so you were now laying at a small diagonal, your head against the bed, and your legs up and over his shoulders, and as a way to stabilize yourself, you linked your ankles together atop his back.

“Wha-what’re you do—agh!” You were cut off yet again by your own cry as Kunikida lifted his fingers to pull your panties to the side to completely expose you, and dove his head between your thighs yet again, sucking on your clit feverishly, using his right hand to grab your thigh and hold it in place, pulling your underwear to the side with his left.

“God..I love you, Doppo—fuck—please, I’m so c-close..”

Kunikida parted himself from your pussy and gave you his first demand.

“Say that again.”

Realizing what he wanted, you gave in and began to beg him. You just needed to come. You didn’t care how shameful you looked—you needed his hand pulling your underwear to the side as he suckled your clit with no remorse.

Despite planning to talk, Kunikida ran out of patience and gave a small kitten lick straight to your clit so you’d stop thinking about what to say and just say it, the less ordered it sounded, the hotter it was to him, in all honesty.

“A-ah! I love you, Doppo. I love the way you grab my thighs when you’re eating me out, I love the—ah!”

You were cut off from his tongue going inside of your hole, and him tongue fucking you. You were quickly given an albeit, muffled demand.

“Keep going.”

You obeyed, and nodded as fast as you could, grinding against his tongue as it moved around your walls slowly.

“I love how you fuck me with your tongue, how you make me so desperate I grind against your face—I love it all. You’re amazing, you drive me crazy—plea-ah! P-please.. keep going.. make me c-cum on your tongue!”

Kunikida couldn’t bring himself to say no to that confession, so he put more pressure on your clit again, causing him to remove his tongue from your hole.

You let out one last, loud, scarily loud moan, and came on Kunikida’s face.

“G-god.. Kunikida I haven’t come that hard in god knows how long. You really know how to get me going.” You said, chest heaving heavily as Kunikida slowly moved himself out of your thighs and next to you, caressing your hair and laying down next to you.

“Thank you.”

You laughed loudly, and turned your head over to him. “You’re so cute.” You brought your finger to trace shapes on his chest before moving your hand up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair looks nice like this.”

“What do you mean?”

You looked at him with a dumb smile.

“I mean disheveled. It’s a nice reminder of what you were doing to me just a few seconds ago.”

Kunikida blushed, hard this time, and brought his hand down to rub your upper thigh gently. “Are you alright? I didn’t do too much did I?”

“No, not at all! Quite the opposite, actually,” you paused then looked down. “Don’t you want some relief? I can feel you against my thigh.”

Kunikida turned his head away quickly and became even more red.

“It’s fine.. I better get to bed. We can go at it tomorrow morning though. I’m going to be losing all constraint from holding back all night, so be prepared.”

You looked at him, slightly worried. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s already late.”

“Fine.. I’ll be waiting~”

You turned away and Kunikida pulled you close, making your back press against his chest. He decided to use this opportunity to take off your lingerie, there’s a no way that was comfortable to wear to bed. First, he unclipped the back of the bra, then he gently pulled it off your shoulders.

When he moved his hand down to pull your panties off, he accidentally brushed against one of your folds and you trembled because of it. As a way to console you for accidentally touching you when you were recovering, Kunikida gave the back of your neck a feather light kiss.

“You did amazing.. I love you.” Kunikida finally reciprocated your love confession from earlier, and all you could let out was a small hum before falling asleep.

Next chapter will be out tomorrow:) expect some Ryu naughtiness

[concert-bflat]

I suddenly got hit with Kano Brainworms and now I have this Completely Unorganized post and it's gonna be your guys' problems now !! Just saying there is no flow to this whatsoever I just slapped all my points on and called it a day

Just. god I will Never stop thinking about the Tateyama siblings relationship with their younger selves and changing and growing and learning to accept themselves and Kano's. Not doing that. Remaining stagnant.

Like it's Everywhere . (Unfortunately it's been Sooo long since I've read light novel 5 so I don't have any sources to pull from there but I'm sure there's a ton okay)

Yobanashi Decieve is spent tearing down Kano's layers throughout the entire song and what do you find at the end? When he finally admits that he hates all this? Hates himself? What do you find at the center of the Kano Onion? His crying child self. At his core he still believes he is that crying boy, even says it himself "Ah, you never change", he's sneering at his current and past self, because they're the same, they're all the same. He's never moved on from his past habits and weakness. He looks at him and all he has to say is "Ah, you never change" and "Whoops, I screwed up"

Oh but we're not Quite done peeling the Kano Onion yet !! There's still a liiitle more left...

Close-up shot time !! Now you can see in its fullness his weakest moments, he's mocking his own suffering. He smiles and mocks himself, closes his eyes to his own pain and just bows. Throws my laptop

There's also this official art !! I think about this a lot but have never voiced it out before so here we go~

Just. Everyone showing off the wounds that led to their deaths, either with a smile/some enthusiasm or indifference at worst, with a pretty character-telling pose as well. And then fucking Kano, not even focusing on the photoshoot but staring directly at the evidence of his weakest moment, holding it limply, detachedly. Maybe saying that he's starting at it with scorn is too strong a word, his face looks slightly bitter at best, but I'd bet everything that that's what he's feeling.

I don't know just. Everyone around him, whether it's his siblings or the whole god damn Dan, being shown with some form of acceptance of their pasts and traumas, meanwhile Kano's still staring it in the face. Damn, you really don't lie when you say you haven't changed huh?

God my favorite example though, the one that makes me Scream.

Thank you Sidu for this art! I am now on the ground crying.

I'm too lazy to grab them right now but Kido and Seto also have art of themselves with their past selves. Kido fondly pats the head of her younger, insecure self, having growing confident and comfortable in her own skin. Seto holds his past self's hand in something liks solidarity. He doesn't have to be scared anymore. He's becoming the stronger person that he wanted to be.

And Kano?

Ah. well~. He's clinging to his past self, sobbing into his lap while his past self attempts to comfort him. Hm. With growing up you should become someone that your younger self can be proud of, right? Like Kido and Seto. They overcame their shortcomings so they could become proud of who they are today, right? Kano's collapsed in front of his past self.

Guess he didn't really do that, huh?

If anything, he's putting himself even lower than his past self. Maybe he hasn't grown, maybe not even stagnated but rather became worse, just with the same flaws that he had in the past. He didn't change at all, he just sank lower.

Your younger self can attempt to comfort you but didn't you hate yourself back then, too? So what does that make you now? Your younger self looks hunched over and dejected. He's probably just as disappointed as you are.

Ah, and there's text too, right? What does that say?

Mm. (I might have written an incorrect character but this sounds about right I think?) I feel like this was said somewhere else in kagepro, also in regards to Kano, but to be completely honest I totally forgot where. Still though. Uh.. fun! Kano says to himself not words of comfort but assurance that the future will only be more miserable, that he will only hate himself more as time goes on. As if you couldn't already tell with the art itself.

In Yobanashi Decieve, present Kano sees his other self suffering and jeers scornfully. They never changed. Here, past Kano and present Kano suffer together, with present Kano openly suffering if only to himself, clinging to his past hurt for comfort. Together they think, they never will change, they'll only get worse. It'll only get more painful.

Ahem. Just. Ugh! This one piece says so god damn much, and even more when you put it next to Kido's and Seto's. It killed me when I first saw it and still kills me to this day !!! God !

Also I don't have any funny images for this one but. Thinks about. (And I might have some details wrong because again, it's been a while since I've read light novel 5) How he thought he was useless as a child, wondered why he wasn't discarded like a functionally useless object (pretty sure he thought this while his mom threw away a broken tv remote or something?). And then in manga route 2 how he gives his life away as a tool to preserve the others' lives. He has a "use" and he's expending his whole life on it. Like I mean they're gonna die anyway but do you Really have to be like that I Hate you I hate you I h

Like once he has an objective purpose like that he faces it with an easy smile on his face. Bittersweet, yeah. But he does it so god damn willingly. Maybe he's just pretending to take on the role so easily, but still, I can't help but think that he found some comfort in having a direct "use" like this. Even if it just meant his death, for a hopeless cause. If he could just fulfill this purpose, then....

Just the way he smiles at his own demise during that Whole Sequence, even when the remainder of the Dan is Right There.

Just man. Collapses.

Kagepro is all about change and growth and growing up and realizing change and the future really isn't too scary. Meanwhile Kano's stagnant, still sees him as unchanged from his younger self, is too scared to change his manners even if it may help him. No wonder he hates himself. I'm just. Guh, shoves the themes of the narrative in his face Kano Please I'm begging

Like mf he looks content like everyone else in Summertime Record but Are You Really. Are you Really happy yet. Have you really found it within yourself to accept change. Accept yourself. Accept Everything. Do you really think that you'll be able to finally make your younger self smile?

Buries my face in my hands God this man will never Not haunt me for the rest of my days. Get him therapy. I'm normal about him.

I was supposed to be working on assignments but here I am, with my stupid little Kano essay at 1 in the morning. I doubt anyone's gonna read this but if you did I hope you enjoy? This man is very silly in all the worst ways. I love him, I hate him, I want to shove him into a microwave. I want to put him under a microscope. I have multiple times. This man is like a fundamental character that will never Not be a part of my life even when I thought the kagepro hellhole was somewhat behind me for the meantime. He just. Man! He's a lot. And I hope you're in pain with me now too over it ! Okay that's all bye byee~

[alto-tenure]

Hey remember those Japanese-exclusive prologues from a few days ago? If not, go read my post with Sissel's first. Capcom's Twitter just posted Lynne's, so here's a transcript of it!

When did it get so late?

Maybe if I leave the precinct now and really floor it, I can still make it in time? Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm a detective, after all.

Oh, who's that coming this way? It's the Chief of the Special Investigations Unit!

"Looks like you're all ready to go." "H-Hey, Chief...! What's up?" "What do you mean, 'What's up?' Don't tell me you forgot."

Drat! That's exactly what happened.

I was promoted to detective recently-- just this past autumn, in fact. And instead of some stuffy speech to mark the occasion, I said we should go for dinner sometime... I think.

"I'm so sorry! I... kinda have somewhere to be." "Now? And where are you going at this time of night, eh?" "Umm, uh..."

Look, I'm not some bad guy who can lie convincingly on the spot. I'm a detective, after all!

"Th-The junkyard on the outskirts of town." "The junkyard? You going there to throw something out?" "Not... exactly." "Then you're going there to pick something up?" "........."

Help. I don't know how to respond to that. Because that's technically what I'm planning to do... sorta.

The Chief's face clouded over in annoyance.

"I don't believe this. Are you saying garbage is more important than me?" "No, that's not it at all..." "Besides, you're the one who picked tonight in the first place."

Ah, I did, didn't I?

...Oh, well.

Guess I don't have a choice. I'll just have to go eat with the Chief.

And when I do...

I'll have to find the right moment to knock him completely unconscious.

Or would that be going too far?

Definitely not. The Chief would understand. This is an emergency. No one would ever blame me... Or is that only wishful thinking?

"...You're right." "Thank you." "Give me a second, though."

...To find the weapon that will hurt the least.

Just then...

"Ah, darn it!" "Chief?" "Sorry, but I'm going to have to reschedule." "Huh?"

Well, that was unexpected. ...As if this whole conversation we're already having isn't already that.

"I just remembered my wife asked me to take out the trash." "I-I see." "Before she gets home, I mean." "U-Understood, Chief! Loud and clear!"

I give him a salute as he leaves.

After all of that...

I guess trash turned out to be more important than dinner for both of us.

At least, that's what I'm gonna tell myself.

In any case, I'm glad that's settled.

Because I absolutely, positively have to be at the Zone D Waste Center tonight.

[Zone D Waste Center]

I'm running out of time, and the bad feeling I have is only getting worse.

If I don't hurry...

To be continued...

[diy-fire-water-pups]

//hello to the mod! just wanna give a heads up about your blog's colors since they can get pretty straining to the eyes, other than that it's really cool! marshall! im gonna quiz you a little if you dont mind heh, (holds up TEN strips of juicy bacon)

number 1! hypothetically, if a person gets cardiac arrest what are the courses of action you should take? What if you don't know how to do CPR? I'm pretty sure you're trained to do CPR, but in the hypothetical situation where you don't, do you just do nothing while waiting for help to arrive?

number 2! what are the principles of radiation exposure?

number 3! Blood and bodily fluids must always be treated as ____________.

number 4! you came upon a casualty who has hit his head badly in a strange position: his legs are rigid and extended, with pointed and turned-in toes. his arms are straight and tense; his wrists are flexed outward and his fingers are curled, making his hands look like "e"s. Where do you think is the brain injury located?

and finally: what are the components of a fire tetrahedron?

you get two pieces of bacon for each correct answer, good luck!

A quiz? Sounds like a surprise test. Scary... But okay, let's see.

1- Well, this first one is easy. If you don't know how to perform CPR- and no, "I saw it in a movie" doesn't count as knowing how to do that- what you gotta do is call your local emergency number, like, immediately. You can't move the body under any circumstances, except if it's to take it away from risky situations such as explosion, fire, drowning, and even then, the most you can do is to place them on a flat surface and pull their head back up to open their respiratory tract. Now seriously, if you're not trained to do CPR, just DON'T, because you'll probably just make things WORSE. For example, if you do it wrong and blow air into their esophagus instead of their larynx, you'll risk making them throw up right on your face! 😖 Yuck!

2- Principles of radiation exposure... Justification, if exposure is really necessary or if it will bring benefits; Dose Limitation per individual and Optimization of Protection, like using as little exposure as possible and being as quick as possible. Now if you're talking about reducing exposure, then it's Time, Distance and Shielding, I guess.

3- Uh... Infectious substance, or object? I keep forgetting this.

4- What...? Okay, hold on, this is VERY specific, let me think. I didn't go that far with my training, I just work with whatever superficial injuries, sprains and fractures or broken bones. I leave specific stuff like that for the leveled up professionals at the actual hospitals, most I do in these cases is first aid to lessen further damage or blood loss, immobilization and take the victim to the nearest hospital for proper care. That being said... Hmm... Is it somewhere in the frontal lobe area? I forgot what it's called, but as far as I remember, that's the area responsible for limbs movement, so an injury there could result in limbs paralysis...? I think I'm shooting in the dark here.

5- Ah, now that's basic firefighting knowledge! The components of a Fire Tetrahedron are fuel, heat, oxygen, and a chemical chain reaction. You take any of these out, the fire will stop!

So... How did I go?

(( As for the blog colors, just so other people know, we sorted things out with another ask already XD One way or another I already made a couple subtle changes in post background and text colors in this blog's theme, what I'm "unable" to change is the colors I'm using for each pup because these are the very Tumblr text editor colors, so I need to adapt everything else to make these readable enough. ))

[xalygatorx]

Worthy (2015) | Chapter 5, "Matters of Change"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Loki is sent on an errand and is a little too successful. The two have a heart-to-heart and get to know each other a little better. The more Cora realizes who she’s dealing with now, the more Loki realizes the same of her.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2.3k

Cora's limbs felt stiff and pained when she roused the next morning, her eyelids heavy even as she lifted them to peer around the room. For the first few seconds of waking, she had a lapse in memory and wondered where she was. However, realization dawned and she sighed, turning over in her makeshift bed of old blankets and a flour sack she'd found in a few of the dust-coated boxes toward the back where the light-switch had been.

She wasn't awake for more than a couple minutes when her stomach growled quietly. It wasn't like Cora was surprised she was ravenous—after all, she hadn't eaten in probably twenty-four hours by now—but it was a bit of an inconvenience for her body to demand food when she had none to give it. Maybe if she just snuck out and went somewhere nearby, she wouldn't need to aggravate the man who was already pretty aggravated with her, but also blessedly keeping her off SHIELD's radar for the time being.

Cora started to get up when she glanced toward the opposite wall, surprised to see Loki and even more surprised to see him asleep.

He sat like the warriors she'd seen in old paintings, his back against the wall and his legs pulled up closer to his chest. His arms rested over his kneecaps and, while she was sure he could spring to action at the drop of a hat, he looked so peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, she wasn't sure if he was even the same person she'd been dealing with the day before. There was none of the anger, the bitterness, or the exasperation etched into the subtle lines on his face; he looked young and, if anything, he looked quite serene.

It didn't last long though; within seconds of her looking at him, he'd opened his eyes and they'd immediately focused on her, his brow creasing with a question. "Going somewhere?" he asked quietly, pointedly.

She felt the chill seep into her bones just from his tone and she wondered how someone could have that much influence with only their voice. She shook it off and said, "Yes, actually."

Loki hadn't been entirely expecting her straightforward answer without at least a little fearful cowering, but he was starting to get the impression that there were absolute multitudes of differences between this woman and the others he'd known in his long lifetime, and not only the mortal ones. "And what makes you think that?"

"I'm hungry and I want food," she murmured matter-of-factly.

"Ah yes. I forgot how pathetically needy your little systems are," he sighed before standing, running a hand absently over his hair. "Very well. Where may I procure food?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I said I'd go," Cora argued, frowning as she got up, too, trying to right her tousled locks while maintaining a staring match with him.

He looked at her in that strange way he did sometimes, like he was measuring her up and taking apart everything she was to put it into a more understandable equation. "No."

"Excuse me?"

Loki glared and retorted, "You heard me, mortal."

Lifting up the hammer she still had tied loosely around her wrist, Cora scowled and murmured quietly, "I will use this."

He raised a brow and pressed a single fingertip against the hammer, guiding it down from his face. He wasn't willing to admit it, but his jaw still smarted a little from where she'd hit it the night before. To his slight consolation, he noticed that the knuckles of her dominant hand—which now held Mjolnir in only a marginally less threatening grip—were bruised. Though he paused to wonder why that sight bothered him as well…

"Are you even listening?"

Loki blinked and looked at her. "There was nothing said worth my listening, but you listen close," he said as her expression turned comically affronted and he felt more than ever that she might actually swing that infernal weapon at him. "I am denying your request because of that."

"I only threatened you with it because—"

"Sh, just listen to me a moment," he murmured with a strain for patience that surprised both of them. "It would be conspicuous and warrant questions. However, if you were to separate it from yourself, it may be recalled. Not only that, but you are wanted by the government sect; they will be looking for you. My face is not yet known here."

Cora frowned before gustily sighing; he made a good point. "Want to give me a general sense of where we are so I can tell you where to go?" At his frown of displeasure at her having forgotten that he didn't know their exact location, she sighed and rephrased, "Have you seen any places around here that look like they sell food?"

"There was a shop I passed yesterday that appeared to have breads in the window…"

"Good, okay, go there and… Do I really only have a fifty?" she murmured with a frown when she pulled her money from her pocket. She shrugged and instructed, "All right, go back to that shop and get two—no, three—plain bagels with cream cheese for me and get something for yourself, too. Then give the person behind the counter this. She'll give you smaller counts of money back. Bring that and the food back here. Understand?"

"Are you giving me orders?" he asked, not looking at all happy about being talked to like a child.

"Yes, I am, because you're new here."

"I have used currency before, you know."

"I'm sure you have."

"But what is a 'bagel'?"

"What depressing world did you come from where there aren't bagels?" He scowled and she waved her hands a little, the hammer swinging a bit and smacking her lightly in the ribs. "Okay, okay, I was kidding! Jokes, remember, I'm still under the impression that I'm funny! Now, go."

"…Just stay here," Loki growled before he walked out of the warehouse.

Forty-five minutes later, Cora was listening to her stomach moan again when the door opened. At first she panicked because she didn't see the familiar hulking form of black and green she was getting used to, but she soon realized it was Loki, just…

"What are you wearing?" she asked in surprise.

Loki looked over his shoulder at her with a blank expression before giving a small, "Oh," of recognition and dropping the illusion of a blue button-up shirt and jeans from his frame, his Asgardian attire returning beneath. "Blending in." Cora had to admit, she hadn't minded what he'd picked out. She minded even less the mouthwatering smell of fresh baked goods that hit her after a few seconds of the door being closed. "Did it not look inconspicuous?"

"You looked fine. The blue was a good color on you," Cora answered honestly. "I hope my change didn't fade along with your illusion though." She only had so much money and if she was going to be on the run for a while, she'd need to really use it sparingly. Luckily, their breakfast only would've cost around six bucks.

Loki held out his hand and dropped a few coins into her hand. She waited patiently for the rest and it was only then that she looked at the box he was carrying, noting the massive size of it. "…And the rest?"

"What 'rest'?"

"…You spent forty-nine dollars on bagels?"

Loki got a bit defensive as he noted, "I require sustenance as well."

"How many bagels are in that box?"

"…Sixty."

"SIXTY."

"Yes, sixty! Is there a problem?"

"You better be eating about fifty-six of them. Hell, yes, it's a problem! I only had fifty dollars!"

Loki didn't like the way her incredulity was making him scramble to explain, almost as if he valued her opinion of him or something equally outlandish, but he hastened grumpily, "Look, I will replenish your funds and this will be more than enough food for a while yet, so…" He trailed off when he realized she'd broken into a fit of laughter. "What amuses you?" he demanded, his face reddening a little.

Cora had been mad at first. Rather feverishly so. But the fact that this alien god-who-would-be-king had dropped nearly fifty dollars on a box of bagels because "he was hungry, too," had gradually sent her from frustration to endearment then, ultimately, to sheer amusement.

"Nothing," she laughed, wiping tears from her eyes. Perhaps it was because this was easily the most uncomplicated, absurd problem she'd faced in the past few days. It felt good to have a bit of a laugh. "Did they at least give you enough stuff to put on them?"

Loki nodded tightly and inclined his head toward a bag he had balanced on top of the box.

"And a knife?" she asked, still smiling as she looked at him. He checked the bag and shook his head. "All right, I bet there's something of use in here. Go ahead and start." She got up and went to scour through a few of the boxes at the back of the warehouse, where more trivial supplies seemed to be kept, though he heard her laugh a little more once she thought she was out of earshot.

Loki sat down against the wall and opened the box, taking out one of the circular breads before tearing off a piece and experimentally popping it into his mouth. He had to admit, it wasn't bad.

He'd gotten through two before Cora returned, a pack of napkins and a box of plastic knives in her hand. She sat down next to him—a bit too close for his immediate comfort, though she'd not meant anything by it—and tore open the plastic with the edge of her nail, taking out a knife and opening the bag for one of the cream cheese tubs that had come with the obnoxiously large box of bagels. She was still giggling about it, but she was able to keep silent, which she thought was enough until he asked, "Do you normally vibrate when you eat?"

"Shut up," she told him, a tiny laugh escaping her and earning an indignant glare from the god at her side when he realized she was still humored by the stunt he'd pulled. Cora popped the lid off the tub and dipped the edge of her knife in before slathering cream cheese across the half she had balanced in her hand. He watched her and, a moment later, copied by putting some on the edge of his own, just enough to taste, finding that somehow with that addition, the already-delectable bagels managed to get even better.

Content that her appetite was finally being appeased, Cora started on the second half of her first bagel, but she'd sobered from her laughter. She really couldn't remember the last time she'd honestly laughed, at least for the few weeks this dangerous dance with SHIELD had been going on. Loki noticed the change in her just seconds after it took place, not looking at her as he asked, "Has your anger toward me renewed?"

"Why would that matter to you?" she asked a bit rhetorically though he was wondering the same thing. "No and I wasn't angry with you before either. Maybe a little frustrated, but not anymore."

"Then what ails you?"

Cora frowned before giving a general wave of her hand. "All of this. How things could've changed so much in, well, just three weeks or so."

"It is hardly something for which to look so somber. You have not been captured—by the agents, anyway—and you are alive. You have power, is that not pleasing to you?"

Cora shook her head a little after some thought, her eyes downcast toward her knife, which was absently milling cheese into the very pores of her breakfast. "No. Not in this world," she said quietly. She smiled a little bitterly. "I'm a freak. The looks on those people's faces in Central Park, in the subway, when I…"

"Most do not value what they do not understand, they spurn it, but why lay so low as to accept their misconceptions? Who cares how they look at you?"

"You don't understand," she said and, above her downturned gaze, Loki opened his mouth to argue that yes, he did, more than anyone, but he stopped, his left hand tightening. Even so, his frame had subconsciously relaxed beside hers throughout their feast and conversations, and that did not change even then.

They ate in silence for a bit longer before they'd demolished about a third of the box, Loki having done most of the damage. As he was working on his last, Cora heard him say, "We will work on it in the time we have here."

"What?" Cora asked in confusion, looking up at him.

He didn't look at her, but he did clarify in a rather stony voice after swallowing the last bit of his breakfast, "Your gifts. We will work on them."

Cora wanted to argue that they weren't gifts, that the strange invisibility thing she did and the capability for her to lift the hammer were the curses that had brought SHIELD upon her head, but she didn't. If anything, she was surprised he was offering at all.

Learn what you can, from who you can, right? she figured silently as she nodded in confirmation that she would indeed see what he could teach her.

Next chapter: Chapter 6, Lessons in Worth

[tamamatango]

hey, im not sure if u'll see this in due time, but i had to log into my account just to tell u this; i was shocked that someone, somewhere in this planet, still posts about keroro content monthly, for years and years. i'm extremely happy to know that you still exist as a part of this fandom, and i wish the fandom would be alive outside of japan. thank u so much. i saw the goofy memes u made with the keroroful saturdays and it really made my day.

Ah, I can’t take credit for that meme, that was someone else’s that I reblogged! Glad you liked it as much as I did, though! (As an aside, I don’t really engage much with posts these days, but I do check the series’s tags regularly, so if you’re making Keroro content on here I’m most likely seeing it! I dunno why I get nervous about giving notes now I’m weird.)

I actually just recently came back to the fandom after a multiple-year-long break from Keroro thanks to the new anime announcement, and I think once that finally airs it will hopefully draw in some more new and returning fans, assuming it gets translated in some capacity. I’m happy to see people still enjoying my new content and lengthy old backlog (which…mostly aged well, I think). Blog content is kinda stalled again while I pour most of my free energy into my big ass fanfic, but my goal is to finish that early next year and by then I expect we’ll be getting at least some concrete news on the anime, so there’ll definitely be things to post.

Forgot where I was going with this answer lol but yeah, thanks for reading! ^^

[spinchs-field]

in which Lyfrassir wakes up on the Aurora

shenanigans ensue. inspired a little by this post (: warning: implied violence/death, Lyf has short traumatic flashbacks (kinda), and mentions of a coma

Lyfrassir opens his eyes, heart pounding in his head. He winces, gripping his temples in agony. 

There’s the sound of movement from somewhere in the room, but his screaming headache won’t allow him to look. 

Heavy footsteps approach, thumping against a steel floor before stopping, very close. Machinery whirs, and cold metal presses against Lyfrassir’s forehead. 

“Are you awake, inspector?” A gravelly voice asks. Lyfrassir recognises it instantly.

He pries his eyes open, looks up, and sees the tired, but still very joyful face of one Marius von Raum. 

Confusion and hatred roils in his very core, and he shoves Marius’ mechanical arm away with fury.

Marius takes a step back, raising his hands defensively. “Calm down, inspector, I just asked you a question.”

“Where am I?” Lyfrassir asks harshly, his voice rough with little use.

“My, you sound thirsty. Can I get you a drink?” Marius deflects, already turning to leave.

Something crackles in Lyfrassir’s chest as his anger rises. “Where the hell am I? Tell me!”

Marius drops his smile for a look of disdain. He looks off toward the door for a moment before sighing. He turns around, grabs a nearby office chair, and rolls it over to the operation table Lyfrassir is laying on. Marius drops into the chair and crosses his arms. 

“You are on the starship Aurora, far from the Yggdrasil system. You have been in a coma for the last four years, and you conduct electricity very well. Happy?”

Lyfrassir stares at Marius, confused and horrified. 

There is a long, tense silence that befalls them. Behind him, Lyfrassir can hear his own heartbeat beeping away on a monitor. 

He leans back, dropping onto the pillow so kindly placed on the hard metal table, and stares into the ceiling.

“What’s got you so bug-eyed?” Marius asks, leaning forward, lingering in Lyfrassir’s periphery.

“I’ve been in a coma for four years?”

Marius lets out a high-pitched noise, tilting his head slightly to the left. “Give or take, at least. Time is weird out here.”

Lyfrassir lets out a weak huff of a laugh. 

“But, really, inspector, do you need a drink? Those IVs don’t seem to be doing much.”

Fear sparks in Lyfrassir’s stomach and his eyes flick down to look at his arms. A vivid, grotesque image replays in his mind, and he grabs the cord with all the might of a feral dog. Before he can rip it from his arm, Marius takes hold of his wrist, metal pressing hard into his skin, refusing movement. 

Lyfrassir looks up, and feels crushed beneath Marius’ intense gaze. Reluctantly, he lets go, and Marius softens his grip. 

“I know,” Marius says gently. “But you need to calm down. We’ll take out the IVs once you’ve been awake for a day or two, okay?”

Lyfrassir just stares at Marius, eyes glazed with fear. “Okay,” he responds weakly. 

Marius sighs and stands up straight. “I’ll go fetch some water. Raphaella will keep watch over you.”

After that, Marius turns and makes his way to the door, pushing his hands into his pockets. Lyfrassir watches as he kicks the door, the metal pulling up into the wall. On the other side, a familiar blonde woman stands with an excited smile. They exchange words quietly, and she pushes past Marius and into the room. The door hisses shut behind her, and she hurries over to the operation table. 

“Hello!” She says happily. Streaks of rainbow in her hair glisten under the artificial light, giving the illusion of a brightly coloured halo. “We’ve met. I’m Raphaella la Cognizi, in case you forgot.”

“Ah,” Lyfrassir says, staring up at her with cloudy eyes, “Yes, I remember you. You um…” He reached up, waving his hand vaguely. “I don’t remember you having those… rainbow streaks, however.”

Raphaella only smiles wider, and she shakes her hands excitedly. “Yes! They’re from the Bifrost! Marius and Ivy have them too! And look!” 

She reaches down and takes hold of some of Lyfrassir’s long hair, lifting it up to show him the bright colours. Every strand glistens with the rainbow hue.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Raphaella asks, letting go of Lyfrassir’s hair and dropping into the chair beside the table.

Lyfrassir’s heart drops into his stomach, and he feels sick suddenly. He closes his eyes, trying to force down tears. 

“What’s wrong?” Raphaella asks, resting a hand on his arm. “There’s nothing to be upset about. I think it looks lovely on you. They’re also very interesting scientifically! If you cut a strand off, it just vanishes! Poof!”

Lyfrassir opens his eyes, staring at Raphaella with curious, tired eyes. 

“The placement of the rainbows stays consistent, however. While we were hunting you down, I actually shaved all my hair off. The rainbows are right where they were before! Isn’t that fascinating?” She goes on, and there’s a shine in her eyes that he can’t remember ever seeing before. 

It’s in that moment that what Marius told him finally processes, and Lyfrassir is suddenly wide awake. “Wait,” he says quickly. “Vom Raum– he told me I… I conduct electricity? What did he mean by that?”

Raphaella’s smile drops for a moment, before returning slowly, this time with a laugh. 

“That’s right!” She says as she stands up. She hurries off to one of the many bookshelves in the room, none of which actually have books on them. She rummages around for a moment before finding a jumper cable and a massive battery. 

She comes back over, dropping the battery onto the chair with a loud thud. She takes hold of Lyfrassir’s hand and closes one of the clamps around his fingers. He shouts in pain, but she doesn’t seem to care as she snaps the other end onto the battery.

Instantly, neon rainbow sparks explode from Lyfrassir’s skin, crackling around the metal clamp and shooting down the cable. In a matter of seconds, the battery is fully charged. Raphaella takes the clamp off Lyfrassir’s hand and grins at him, a wild excitement in her eyes. 

“Isn’t that cool?!” She shouts, her mechanical tail wagging back and forth like mad. Her wings fan out, fluttering gently. 

Lyfrassir stares at her, eyes wide in shock. Painless smoke streams from his hand, and his hair stands on end. 

“What the fuck?” He barely whispers.

It’s then that the door slides open, and Marius stands in the archway, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them. In one hand, he holds a glass of water, in the other, a blood-soaked knife. 

“Tim lost it again,” Marius says simply before making his way over to the pair. He hands Lyfrassir his drink and looks down at the battery. 

It’s only now that Lyfrassir can see the rainbow streak shooting a jagged line across Marius’ dark hair. It’s a stark contrast; but a nice one. 

“Did you show him?” Marius asks with a smirk.

“Yeah,” Raphaella responds, voice shaking slightly with excitement. “He could be our little battery for when Aurora loses power.”

Marius chuckles, and that same sick feeling from before returns to the surface. Lyfrassir glares at them, disgusted. 

“You’re sick,” Lyfrassir says harshly. 

Marius straightens his posture in surprise, seeming to remember something. “Ah! Right! Never mind then. We can just use Brian.”

“He’s barely electric,” Raphaella says as she picks up the battery as if it weighs nothing. “He works better as a motor.”

“Doesn’t he have a motor?” Marius asks, flicking blood off his knife and hand. The droplets float freely in the air, and Lyfrassir gags at the sight. 

“Yes. Why do you think he’s so… rumbly?”

Lyfrassir side-eyes the pair as he takes a drink from his glass. 

Marius and Raphaella talk quietly to each other for some time, hardly giving Lyfrassir a chance to cut in. 

Eventually, he just blurts out, “Who the hell is Brian?”

The pair turn to face him, surprised. It’s like they completely forgot he was there at all.

“He’s our pilot,” Marius responds quickly. “Did you not– oh, you didn’t.” He laughs. 

“You’ll probably see him soon,” Raphaella says with a smile. “Speaking of, shouldn’t we get Tim down here?”

Marius waves his hand dismissively. “Operation table’s taken. He can go regenerate in the living room.”

“He’ll get blood everywhere, though,” Raphaella responds sadly. 

“Oh, trust me, he already has.”

“Could you two shut up?” Lyfrassir barks as he sits up. 

“Shant,” Marius says simply. 

Raphaella giggles. “You’re free to join the conversation, inspector.”

“It’s Lyfrassir,” he corrects. 

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis already?” Marius asks, surprised. “I thought he’d want to only do formalities for the first hundred years.”

Raphaella laughs. 

“At this point, I don’t think it even matters,” Lyfrassir says, defeated. 

“Oh, don’t be like that, Lyfrassir,” Raphaella says gently. She smiles to herself. “That’s a lovely name… anyway! Don’t be like that, there’s plenty to do on the Aurora! We have lots of videos and files you can rummage through! Ivy would love the help, I think.”

Lyfrassir wants to tell her that’s not what he meant, but he stays quiet. 

“I’m going back to sleep. Be quiet,” he finally says, letting go of his glass and letting it float stagnant in the air. He lays back down, sighing gently. 

“Oh,” Marius says quietly. He’s silent for some time before knocking gently on the wall. “Aurora, can you turn off the lights, please?” 

After a moment, the lights flicker off, shrouding them in darkness. It’s not a darkness Lyfrassir has ever seen. It’s oddly comforting. He doesn’t know when he falls asleep, but when he finds himself back in his Midgard office, fear shoots through him, and he suffers through the same nightmare once again.

[dracothelizard]

HAPPY OFMD BIG BANG ANNIVERSARY TO MY FIC!

Last year, I signed up for @ofmdbigbang and wrote a 60K Lovecraftian AU. @tealtumbleweed has a masterpost for their art, btw, it's great.

We got the 30th of September 2022 as a posting date, making today the one-year anniversary!

Title: Luctor et Emergo: The Call of Edthulhu (I added 'the' to Call of Edthulhu later on to make it fit better with The Vacation of Edthulhu)

Pairings: Stede/Edthulhu, background Lucius/Pete, background Jim/Oluwande

Summary: Stede pulled a face at that. “Hm, well, I don’t want to do any human sacrifices.”

“Kinda rule number one of being in a cult,” Pete scoffed.

“Ah! Not in this cult!” Stede beamed at him and looked around expectantly. “Remember? What’s our number one rule?”

Roach raised his hand. “Don’t sacrifice my chicken.”

“Not quite number one, but still high up,” Stede replied. “Swede?”

“Stick to the chore schedule?”

“Definitely in the top ten.” There were no more hands, and he sighed. “Come on! If we want to get a good result, we talk about it…”

“As a cult,” the others chorused, some more reluctant than others.

AKA the Lovecraftian AU no one asked for!

In which High Priest Stede struggles with nosy Badmintons, his cultists and the Spanish Inquisition. Meeting Edthulhu makes everything better. Now Stede just has to help the eldritch deity emerge fully into this world. It'll be fine! Probably!

And also, obviously there is tentacle sex ;)

Read on if you want a bit more background/knowledge humankind was not meant to know ooooh AKA slight spoilers for my fic

My initial big bang idea was a canon divergence for ep 8, where Stede and Oluwande would bond over being left behind and the crew would drag them on a terrible pubcrawl to cheer them up. They'd run into Ed and Jim, and obviously there'd be shenanigans. It's still in my WIPs somewhere.

But I got involved in a discussion about Stede as a Lovecraftian cultist to eldritch Ed, and I've played a lot of Call of Cthulhu, a TTRPG. So I thought, oh, maybe Stede and his crew as terrible investigators going after Edthulhu's cult led by High Priest Izzy!

But then I realised that no, the original idea was right. Stede and his crew as terrible cultists vs High Priest Izzy who is very dedicated to Edthulhu.

Outlining and plotting involved going over s1 to see which bits I wanted to take, and how to set them up properly so they'd still work.

I still wanted Stede to have similar character beats to canon, so he gets some growing confidence after besting Izzy before meeting Edthulhu, then grows overconfident when making deals at Spanish Jackie'z and requires Edthulhu to rescue him. Figuring out WTF to do with the hostage plotpoint was fun :p.

Also, spoilers, the Spanish Inquisition turns up (NOBODY EXPECTS THEM!!). But I actually kind of forgot about them while outlining. I thought, okay, I need the deal at Jackie'z to go badly. I need a group of people who can attack cultists, so there's some witchhunting/religious persecuting going on, and I'd like them to be Spanish to go with canon.

So I googled something like 'Spanish witchhunt' and my first result was Spanish Inquisition and I felt really dumb for having forgotten them.

Once Stede and Edthulhu meet, there aren't as many parallels because I had to get them to Atlantis and raise Edthulhu, but obviously Stede and Edthulhu have cute moments, Stede rescues Edthulhu, Jackstur turns up, and Mary and Doug are surprisingly okay with everything!

And then everyone gets to find happiness, including Izzy!

My main takeaway for this year's Big Bang was that I had to plan my writing better, as I was still writing close to my deadline, and that I had to aim for something shorter. And for this year, I succeeded at both those goals!