#if i dont give him a puzzle dinner

[crownstar]

there are three different people at work who have been trying to teach the office dog (a golden retriever ok) the command "shake".... for months.... with exactly zero progress

as a joke I went to see if I can teach my cat shake faster than they get the dog to shake ONCE... and it's been three days and he's already got it like 80% down. his biggest problem is just impatience lol

[teaboot]

I've never had a cat before and I'm hoping to get one soon. Do you have any advice?

Treat a new cat as you would a new roommate. Give them space and time to settle, establish a pattern and a rhythm, and in time they may choose to become friends and spend time with you. Dont force a friendship.

Use simple words and repetition to establish communication. Words like breakfast, treat, snack, lunch, supper, dinner, food, and eat all basically mean, "I am feeding you; expect to be fed", but it's a lot for a little guy to remember. I just say "Dinner" when I mean "cat food is coming", and so my boy knows exactly what I mean when I say it. As a plus, using only one word for snack time means he has no idea what the other words mean, so I can talk about food in front of him without ruling him up.

Pay attention to body language. Cats all have different personalities, and you'll learn their likes, dislikes, and messages over time this way. Son boy here loves anything with plumbing but dislikes getting wet- his favourite blanket to chew and snuggle goes on his favourite chair, and he gives me a specific gesture when he wants me to kneel down so he can jump onto my shoulder.

Read into problematic behaviour. Cats pee in weird places when they're hurting, in distress, or have insufficient of unclean litter box space. Biting, attacking feet , and knocking things off tables often means they're understimulated and need you to play with them, or at least need some kind of enrichment or puzzle to tackle. Tail flicking can be frustration or irritation. Purring is usually good, but may also be self-soothing behaviour to alleviate pain, encourage healing, and relieve anxiety, like over-grooming.

Like children, "bad" behaviour isn't malicious- it usually means there's something you aren't seeing.

Learn how your cat expresses love. Loads of people think cats are uncaring, cruel, and indifferent, but the truth is, they're just not dogs. Spending time near you, showing an interest in tools you're using or projects you're working on, sitting the way you sit, laying on their back, rubbing on your legs, wiping their face on your shoes when you get home- these are signs that your cat is enamored with you. You're their family, they feel safe and protected around you, they're curious about things you enjoy and want everyone to know you're family.

Set reasonable expectations. Again, cats are not dogs.We bred dogs to desire our approval- cats walked into our lives themselves. They have no human-programmed need to fulfill a duty or perform a task to your standards.

Training cats to do tricks isn't as hard as people say, but the willingness or interest in doing the trick is more heavily reliant on personality and mood. Some cats will refuse all but the most basic requests- I'm lucky in that Ollie understands and is willing to do several, provided I don't abuse his trust and he's not crowded or overwhelmed or just bored of doing it over and over in a short period.

Ollie, for example, knows Up to stand on his back legs and hold my hand, Down to get to a surface I indicate, Out to emerge from a closed space, Come to find me where I am, Help? when I'm offering to let him use me as an elevator, Dinner when I understand he's hungry and am getting food, and when I put on his collar he knows to climb into his carrier 'cause we're going somewhere. And he'll do any of these about 90% of the time, either ignoring me or phoning it in when there's something interesting somewhere else, or if he's feeling anxious.

Lead by example. If you dread taking them to the vet, they'll see the anxiety in your body language and behaviour and likely learn to hate it, too. Again using my guy an example, I starred taking him on walks long before his first vet appointment, just to get used to his carrier and leash. Then his first checkup was relaxed and informal, with plenty of treats, and I let him explore the examination room with permission from the tech. Now he loves going, so I'm not stressed about taking him, so I don't stress him out in turn, and the vest doesn't have to deal with a stressed out cat slowing things down and fighting with them.

Make sure your sources are good ones, and also good ones for you. I will recommend Jackson Galaxy's YouTube channel for cat advice because a lot of what he does matches up with what I've learned and know to be true. I don't personally recommend Ceasar Milan because I personally find his methods distressing to recreate regardless of efficacy, so even if that advice was useful, *I'd* be miserable, and it'd just be trading one issue for another.

Have a person who can help. You never know when you might end up out of town overnight unexpectedly, or when your place may need serviced or fumigated, or if you may be called out of town. Before getting a cat, research reliable pet sitters, house sitters, pet daycares, whatever, just in case.

Consider pet insurance. No long spiel here, just think about it. Especially if you don't know your cats ancestry or potenyial health risks. An on top of that, fucking vaccinate them.

Dont let them free roam. At all.

I grew up on a farm with free-roaming barn cats. Do you know how many times child-me cried over having to bury them? Illness, disease, pregnancy, vehicles, other territorial cats, ticks, fleas, litter, poisoned prey, malicious humans, local wildlife, predatory birds, scrap metal, extreme heat, freezing temperatures, tainted water sources, poisonous or venomous critters, getting stuck in small or high places, tapeworms, loose nails, old equipment, falling branches...

I've seen some truly body-horror slasher-movie shit- just truly nauseating visual fuckery- and I'm telling you not to let your cat free-roam.

Leash training isn't hard. Supervised walks aren't hard. Even keeping your cat physically fit and entertained indoors isn't an impossible feat. Don't let your fucking cat fucking free-roam. Fuck

Also read up on foods and plants cats can't do, like every houseplant in existence is toxic it's insane

Anyhow yeah that's like. A couple things I guess

Here, have an Ollie Pic

[mingsolo]

so good for us.

hongjoong x reader (f) x san / g: established relationship, poly au, smut / wc: +4k / warnings: alcohol mentions, unprotected sex (dont do it), threesome?, foursome, cum playing, cursing, sub/dom dynamics, oral (m & f receiving) / r: 18+ MINORS DNI

HAPPY VALENTINES MY DEAR @sanjoongie ! I tried my best to write good lemon for the lemon queen, I know I know the audacity but I'm sure I went somewhere... hope you like it please block me if you don't ;')

note: this is specially made for Topaz but everyone is welcome to enjoy the debauchery !

“You look incredible on it.” 

Hongjoong speaks from the door frame, where he is admiring the view as you model to yourself the set of lacey lingerie that he just gifted you for your anniversary. You turn back and get closer to him, turning on your heels, now showing off to your boyfriend. 

“I wonder what you have in mind, there must be a reason for it” you finally get to his side, and kiss him softly, his hand resting on your waist as he pulls you until you are pressed against him. 

You start kissing Hongjoong when you feel San’s hand pulling your hair away from your neck, giving him enough space to plant a kiss while his hands roam on your hips and a little below them.

“Today is a very special occasion, doll” he coos as he turns you over, making you whine as it makes you break the kiss with Hongjoong. “Oh, don’t you want to kiss me?,” 

His tone turns sulky and you can’t resist his pleading eyes, kissing him as well. It’s subtle behind his jeans but you can feel him getting hard as his fingers trace over the lacey underwear. You moan softly against San’s lips as Hongjoong lets you go, walking towards the coat hanger and taking his favorite jacket.

“Come on Love, I wish we could go out with you in lingerie, but alas,” He laughs, urging you to stop making out with San and finish dressing up for the night.

Tonight was your anniversary with both your boyfriends. Hongjoong reserved dinner at your favorite restaurant, both of them always eager to please you on every detail on your romantic dates. 

You chuckled against San’s lips, his hands were already palming over your pussy, trying to push in, you stopping him.

“Save that energy for when we come back,” you tease him, placing a smack on his cheek and sprinting to the bedroom to finish dressing up. 

San pouted, looking at Hongjoong in anticipation, but the latter was already waiting for you two at the door. You glanced at them suspiciously sensing they were onto something. Quickly you slid a shiny dress over your head, the hem of the skirt falling exactly on the edge of your stockings. You did a couple of fixes on your hair and after putting your heels on, and walked towards your boyfriends who waited at the door for you.

Hongjoong handed your coat and soon you were out, ready to dine, wine and spend a relaxing night out, before coming back home where you were sure, something special awaited. 

In the restaurant, as you sipped on your third glass of wine you suddenly felt the soft touch of San’s fingers, brushing slightly under your dress-skirt. He was extra touchy tonight. Kissing your shoulder, brushing words over your ear, squeezing your tights under the table, all evening. 

Usually when you were out like this, it was customary for people to glance over in disbelief and disapproval, you three weren’t really hiding the fact that your relationship was polyamorous. You tried to sit between the two of them tonight but San had grabbed you and placed you beside him the entire evening, with Hongjoong sitting across from you. The thing that puzzled you the most is that he wasn’t really doing anything about it. 

Both San and Hongjoong were kind of possessive, and when one or the other wanted to take the lead with you, the other was ready to jump, to your delight, making them both fight for your attention. Even turning into themselves for little kisses or touches when you were the one ignoring them. But tonight was different. Hongjoong seemed out of it, not really caring that the people on adjacent tables and waiters alike glanced awkwardly at him, pitying him for seemingly being the third wheel between San and you. 

A little past midnight, Hongjoong suddenly declared it was time to go. He was designated to drive since he barely touched alcohol. In the car, San continued with his mission of making out with you all night. As San’s tongue was inside you, your eyes were looking for Hongjoong’s through the rear view, asking him for a signal that he was paying attention. 

“San, you better go easy on her until we get home,” He suddenly said, eyes still on the road. “We don’t want her pretty gift to get ruined before that.”

San whines, biting your lip as he breaks the kiss, and just leaning his head between your neck and shoulders, hands out from inside your dress. You smile, both from Hongjoong’s command and San’s cute whining. 

At least he’s planning something.

The familiar awkward glance of the receptionist greets you as she watches the three of you holding hands together, entering the apartment complex. She was a woman in his fifties that even after months living there and seeing you almost every day,  wasn't used to the fact that you three were together romantically.  

You politely smile back at her, San waves and Hongjoong nods, she smiles back, quickly turning back to the computer screen in front of her. 

“She can’t get used to it,” San laughs once you three are on the elevator.

“Did I tell any of you that she once asked me if my parents knew what I was doing up there?, she thought I was charging you guys”

“So she thought you were a whore, say it.” San teased you, hugging you from behind. 

“San!” you cried, feigning wanting to get away from him. 

“In a few moments you will act like one,” He bit your shoulder and you pushed him teasingly. 

“I’m not drunk enough not to kick you, Mr. Chestnut” 

Hongjoong laughed softly, taking you from San’s embrace, touching you for the first time since you left the apartment earlier that evening. 

“Oh, so you love me back? You've been weird all night.” you pouted. 

Hongjoong laughs, and San laughs with him. “I’m just saving my energy.” 

“So you two will fuck me that good tonight, eh?” you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Well,” San begins to speak, but the elevator door opens, making him stop. Hongjoong walks towards your apartment door and starts looking for the key in his pocket. San takes your hand, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb. It’s soothing, and you always appreciate it when he has that gesture, but your senses tell you that he only does that when he’s trying to ease your nerves or comfort you.

“Sanie?” you turn to see him, and he kisses the back of your palm in response. 

Hongjoong enters first, San and yourself close behind him. As soon as you take one step into the living room you notice something different. Something, or rather someone standing at your kitchen counter. 

“Hello,” the man turns from whatever he was doing in the kitchen. “How was the anniversary dinner?”. Plum lips smile gently as he walks into the living room where Hongjoong is already ready to greet him. 

“Love, tonight we’ll have a little company”. Hongjoong’s hand moves to your lower back, kissing your cheek before he walks to the bedroom. You turn to San with a confused look, but he’s already walking towards the man standing in front of you. 

You recognize him from a couple of gatherings with Hongjoong’s producer friends. 

“Doll, you remember Seonghwa, think you have met him before?” San asks as he removes his coat and helps you get rid of yours, walking towards the hanger.

“Uh, yes, we have met, Hongjoong’s studio?.” 

You remembered him very well.

One night, way past midnight you had accompanied Hongjoong to the studio for a couple of beers while he finished his work, and Seonghwa had appeared bringing more drinks, which turned into an all nighter as he and other few people joined. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, and you were ashamed to say you couldn’t either.

He had big eyes, plump lips. His voice was so melodic and soothing. His laugh was very peculiar, making him look worried and you just couldn’t stop thinking about it. He brushed his hand over yours when you passed him one can of beer, and it sent shivers down your spine. He also played with his tongue a little bit too much, and it was making you crazy.

Later that night, you could tell Hongjoong had noticed, he was possessive over you, and something like you finding his friend hot couldn’t pass by him.

You give the guest a smile, not sure how to react yet. This was supposed to be your anniversary night with your boyfriends, and now there’s a third man in your house ready to join?.

“I’ll pour us some drinks,” Seonghwa said, walking towards the kitchen counter where he was before, taking glasses from the counters as if it was his own home. San comes back to your side and you are quick to glare at him before he offers to go help Seonghwa out. 

“Uhm, what the fuck?” you mutter only for him to hear.

“What?” he says back with a smile that would pass as full of innocence if you didn’t know him better. “Relax, don’t you trust us?” He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, caressing your cheek with the other one, slowly going down across your bottom lip. 

Hongjoong comes from the bedroom, coat and jacket long gone, looking as relaxed as one could be in this situation. 

Seonghwa comes back with the drinks, San helps him to hand them out. You sit between your boyfriends on the long couch, while Seonghwa takes the single one in front of you, looking like he was a counselor of some sorts.

The three men sip on their drinks and you can’t take the uncertainty, but just as you are about to ask what the fuck is happening, Hongjoong speaks first.

“Love, remember that time in the studio? When you couldn't take your eyes from Seonghwa? I told San how wet you were when I fucked you in the bathroom that night, and im sure it was because of my friend here, well we couldnt stop thinking about that ever since.”

San sipped on his drink, a smirk drawing on his face. “Hongjoong told him how good you are for us, and he would love to get a taste this time.” his voice dripping like honey, the tone he used when he was aroused.

Seonghwa’s eyes were dark as he witnessed your boyfriends giving you the heads up about what was about to happen. He didn't flinch as he watched Hongjoong turn you to face him, cupping your face and kissing you softly. “Will you be good for us and show our guest what a goddess you are when you are on your knees?.” 

San placed a hand on your tight and found you trembling. You turned to see Seonghwa and just by seeing him sit, legs open, pushing dark locks of hair from his eyes as he sipped on his drink was enough to feel the familiar warmth between your legs, finishing ruining the lacey lingerie Hongjoong gifted you, first because of San, and now as you glanced at the stranger eyeing you with a shine in his eyes.

“Let’s chat a little first, shall we?,” Hongjoong relaxes on his seat and finishes his drink in one go. “I don't want my Love to be nervous when she should be letting us take care of her, right Seonghwa?”.

Seonghwa hums, crossing his legs and smiling at you tenderly. 

The next half hour goes with lots of chatter and more drinks being passed on, you can barely pay attention to the conversation even if Seonghwa is attentive to know what you say and trying to get you to relax around him. 

“I’ll be right back,” you excuse yourself at one point to go to the bathroom. Once there you take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves down. You couldn’t deny you were thrilled and actually wanted Seonghwa, the way he looked at you the entire night reminded you of that time at the studio. Hongjoong was right, after everyone left and there was only you and your boyfriend there, you imagined Seonghwa’s mouth between your legs as Hongjoong worked on you, and you hated that you were so obvious about it that even he noticed.

You come out of the bathroom, finding Hongjoong waiting for you in the hallway. 

“Love, are you okay?,” he asks, taking your hand and pulling you towards him. “I can’t wait for him to see what you can do.” He kisses you softly and you look around the living room, noticing both Seonghwa and San are looking in your direction. Hongjoong part from your lips and smiles, guiding you back to the living room.

Hongjoong sits and you follow beside him. He guides your hand to his crotch and you can feel himself getting harder as you palm him softly. He starts unbuttoning his jeans, letting his cock spur free for everyone to see. 

You take a deep breath, the truth was that you were wet as fuck, and you do wanted both your boyfriends and Seonghwa. You kneel down and go between your boyfriend’s legs, remembering San’s words from earlier — In a few moments you will act like one, fuck was he right. Wrapping your tongue around the shaft and licking him slowly at first, quickly gaining pace, sucking exactly where you know he loves it. 

Hongjoong’s hands are quick grabbing the back of your head, pushing you slightly, encouraging you to continue working him out so good. His breathy and loud moans come quickly. You moan too, suddenly forgetting about the other two men, just enjoying and moaning along Hongjoong, as he pulls your hair with rather force. 

“You look so pretty sucking him off, just as they told me.” you heard Seonghwa’s breathy voice behind you, you turned slightly to watch him, noticing both he and San had already started working on themselves as they watched you suck Hongjoong. 

You turn your attention to Hongjoong as you hear him praise you for what you're doing to him, your folds already dripping from his little noises and whimpers, music to your ears after him being so quiet all night. The other two men fucking into their hands at the sight of you two are just the cherry on top.

Hongjoong opens his eyes and cups your face, signaling for you to work on him with your hands. 

“Show him Love,” he mutters. You nod, licking his cock from the shaft to the tip, before moving and facing both your other boyfriend and your guest.

You look at San, eager to suck him off too, but he smiles at you lovingly, getting closer and kissing you softly in the lips. “Guests first, love” he coos, getting back to his relaxed position on the sofa, cock hard as a rock on his hand, pumping himself at a calm but steady rhythm.

You look at him with pleading eyes, mouth watering by the sight of his length out there so close for you, but your momentarily thoughts were interrupted by Seonghwa, taking your face so you could face him, all of him before you. You crawled at him until you were also between his legs as you were with Hongjoong. Seonghwa relaxed on his seat and closed his eyes, gasping suddenly as you licked him from his balls all the way to his tip, already leaking. 

Your tongue swirls around his cock, licking the tip and putting what most you can of him inside you. You take him all in, sucking him off so good, as if he was one of your lovers. You want his praise and to show him it wasn’t all talk. You will have him seeing stars tonight.

“Fuck, she so good… you are so good” Seonghwa moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your tongue worked him up. His praise is having you already so wet you can feel yourself dampened.

For the next half hour you take turns, crawling between both of your boyfriends and Seonghwa, sucking one off as you hand work the other. At some point, while you are back pleasing Hongjoong, you can feel the familiar hands of San grabbing your waist. You almost choke with Hongjoong’s dick inside your mouth, feeling how San pulls down your panties, his eyes fixated on Hongjoong’s. They loved to play dom while they fucked you, and this time was no exception. 

You cry out loud as San pushed his dick inside you in one go, it entered so easily that but it was still too much, but you manage to keep working on Hongjoong’s cock, watching how he is seeing your shared boyfriend fucking you from behind as he fucks your mouth too. 

You cannot forget your guest of honor. Seonghwa has now moved to another sit and watches darkly as your boyfriends fuck you together, you gaging on Hongjoong’s mouth as San trusts deep inside you. 

You don’t know how you are managing to resist coming from all the build up, but your need to please the three of them is stronger, thought you are sure it wont be long til you come from either San fucking you, Hongjoong’s sounds or Seognhwa’s gaze. 

“Fuck,” San growls behind you, and you know he can’t hold it anymore. Hongjoong pulls you out his mouth, making you look at him as he pumps himself a couple more times, coming in your mouth, at the same time San is trusting rapidly into you, whispering how good you feel into your ear. He comes mere seconds after Hongjoong, filling you up and you can’t resist anymore. San coming inside you is always your favorite thing, and so you do, moaning loudly as Hongjoong’s own cum drips from your mouth, and San’s combines with yours inside you.

You can hear Seonghwa’s whines as he pumps himself with force, coming into his hand while staring at you and the mess you and your boyfriends left on the carpet floor. 

“Love,” Hongjoong is panting, standing up and letting you up as well, ready to see you swallow what’s left of his cum in your mouth. Both San and him hug you, San kissing your shoulders and Hongjoong wiping his load that’s dripping from your chin. “You did so well,” 

You kiss him, and then turn to kiss San as well. They both kiss you together, your mouths linked by the cum and saliva you shared. It was a mess but you wouldn’t like it another way. 

You see Seonghwa approach you, after cleaning himself up with his own shirt, now discarded on the floor. 

“Would you let me taste that pussy as well?”, he asks, pulling you towards him. “It looked so pretty.” He then kisses you with an open mouth, his tongue buried inside you and it’s making you feel a pool inside you all over again. Your tongue plays with his and he grabs you by your ass, holding both your legs and wrapping them around his waist. 

San chuckles, taking his shirt off, walking towards the bedroom, opening the door for you and Seonghwa to enter. You couldn’t care less who was fucking you right now, the sensation on your lower abdomen is burning over and you needed to have someone inside you quickly. 

Seonghwa had another idea though, dropping you on the bed, sliding your dress over your arms, throwing it away. He pushes your bra down exposing your tits and sucks them sloppily like a starved man. His hand goes between your legs, opening them up with force, palming you, feeling just how dampened you are for him.

“You want me to fuck you?, he chuckles, and all you manage to do is nod, eyes not leaving him for a moment. “Want your boyfriends to see?,” he stood up and invited them in, both Hongjoong and San already half naked, they both sat by your side. 

Seonghwa pulls you to the edge of the bed, head facing your pussy,and takes a good look. “So pretty,” He says. You see his eyes sparkle even with the dim lights of the room. He licks your entrance and places kisses that quickly turn into sucking. Your pussy is already too sensitive and you can feel the knot building up inside you. He is sucking you so hard you can feel tears down your cheeks. Your cries and whines make Hongjoong and San eager to be inside you too, so they start pumping themselves again. You look at them pleading. 

“He’s fucking me so well,” you cry, half embarrased to confess to your boyfriends, but also enjoying the pleasure like it was the first time someone sucked you off this good. Hongjoong chuckled darkly, San groaned, trying to resist the urge to get inside your mouth again.

“Fuck me please, I want them to see,” you cry to Seonghwa, who’s tongue is deep into your pussy, driving you mad. He licks a final strap into your slit, changing position to align his cock with your entrance. 

“They weren’t wrong, you are such a good slut”. He says more to himself than you, as he pushes himself into you slowly until he fills you up to the brim. “Fuck.” he groans, throwing his head back as he thrust into you, increasing his pace.

You cry out, unable to keep your eyes closed, admiring how his eyes go to the back of his head, how his fingers were pressing into the sides of your hips, leaving marks. Sweat beads appear on his forehead, rolling down from the sides of his face. He looks majestic and you swear you could come again just by looking at him even if he wasn’t fucking you like he is right now. 

“I- I’m going to…” you moan, feeling your release so close but resisting a little more so you can keep feeling him inside you. “Fuck, please!” 

“You close, Love?” Hongjoong’s voice reminded you your boyfriends were right there by your side. You open your eyes as much as you can, seeing them pleasing themselves again as they watch another men fuck you so good. You nodded slightly, eyes asking for Hongjoon’s permission, as you always did. You turn slightly to see San, eyes closed chasing his release. He was already positioned to load himself all over your tits, his favorite. “Sanie is not gonna last much longer, and?” He turned to Seonghwa, who was biting his tongue trying to resist the urge to come inside you. He knew neither Hongjoong or San would allow it, so he turned his gaze to you.

“Where do you want it?” 

“Here,” you said, opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, eyes fixed on his. He trusted a few times more, grabbing the back of your head without breaking the gaze. His breathing was increasing rapidly and when he was ready, slipped out from you, grabbing you by your chin and placing the tip of his dick over your lips. You opened once more letting all his cum get in, swallowing it skillfully, eyes never leaving his.

He was catching on his breath, a little bit of cum still coming out of him as he moved to the side of the bed. San couldn’t resist more and as soon as you were apart from Seonghwa he came with a loud moan all over your tits, so much that cum was dripping from between them. He learned to leave a sloppy and wet kiss on you before moving.

“Darling, I’m ready,” Hongjoong’s voice said beside you, grabbing your hair and turning you rather harshly ���Don’t forget who you belong to.” You closed your eyes and obediently took his own cock into your mouth as he took his turn to fill your mouth with his seed. Again you swallowed it all, licking your lips as he finished. 

“Good girl,” He brushed a kiss on your lips, helping you lay on the sheets. 

Seoghwa’s breathing was loud as he tried to regain his energy. He cupped your face as you laid down. You saw his shape leave the room behind your foggy eyes. Hongjoong following behind him.

“Sanie?” he called when he saw San not moving. 

“I’ll be in a moment.” he groaned, his eyes on you, watching his cum still all over your tits, eyes closed, puffy lips half open, trying to regain some strength. 

Hongjoong arched his eyebrow, smirking slightly, and left the room. As soon as Hongjoong was out, San hovered over you, tracing out kisses on your face. His hands, ripping off what was left of your lace underwear, ruined to the point of no salvation.

“You looked too pretty, getting fucked by someone else” He bites your neck and you let out a tiny whine. “Hope you liked your anniversary gift, but now it’s my turn,” He muttered, lowering himself to take your breasts with his tongue, tasting his own cum. 

You opened your eyes slightly, seeing how he devoured your tits one by one. You knew he was about to fuck you so good, always wanting to be the last who get to cum inside you. 

You don't know how much time has passed, but you wake up in soaked sheets, not remembering how many times you’ve come, how many times they fucked you and how many loads you swallowed between the three of them. As you drifted off to sleep again, you heard the faint laughter of the three men in the living room, amusedly chatting. Probably about how amazing tonight was, how good you were for them. 

You took a mental note to tell your boyfriends that you were all in for another gathering like this, perhaps the event could turn into a little anniversary tradition. 

note: sorry not sorry for not including hwa in the banner or the pairing :') ily

mingsolo / please do not repost/translate anywhere

[vlassk]

KEEPER

P2

After learning of Stanleys past with Ford y/n decided she wouldn't be getting close to the twin. But I find it difficult as Ford is just so damn cute

Warning: age gap, angst, sorta 18+ MDNI Swearing. Pervy Ford(lmk if i missed any) not proof read as i no no wanna

You only ever have a few days off. This day was slow and calm as you sat in the shop with the Pines family. You were reading a book when the door slammed open. Ford stood in the doorway with an octopus looking creature around his arm

"Why bring it in here?" You get up as the kids do as well. Ford punches it, and it escapes scurrying around the floor.

"KILL IT KILL IT!!" Stan stands screams, hitting it with his newspaper. Ford runs through jumping across tables. The kids run over in excitement. You watch as hr corners yhe creature. Stunning it and capturing it.

Dipper runs up to him excited and asks if he could help. Ford happily turns him down, yelling him to call for dinner

"Have Y/n help!" Mable exclaims happily, pushing you towards the man.

"What, why me? I dont want to work with this grump. " You cross your arms, the child still trying to push you in. You look down as she smiles up at you.

"Hmm...that wouldnt be too bad, i heard from Stan that you are quite smart. It would be nice having a helping hand who might be able to handle everything. " Ford puts his hand to his chin, thinking on the proposition

"W-what? She doesn't even want to help cmon Please, i already know what the creature is!"

"It's far too dangerous for you, Dipper..y/n i know you dont like me, but what do you say?" Ford smiles excited at the thought of working with you.

Looking to stan you see him give a small nod. He stands up, walking towards you. Leaning in to wisper in your ear

"Dont get too close, okay kid..he's dangerous." You smile and pat his shoulder. You look at Ford and frown.

"Ok, fine, I'll help... but really, you BETTER call me for dinner, okay dip! Stan said he's going to make us a special dinner for Fords return..."

"Haha, Stanley Cooks?"

"Uh duh? He's a great cook. Well, when he does make food, he's great. " You laugh as you both go back into the basement. You close the door behind you, the smell of that creature filling the air

"Gosh, you couldn't have done a better job keeping that contained?" You plug your nose disgusted

"Why do you like it?" Ford chuckles at his own low joke. You make a gaging noise as you both reach the bottom of the stairs. Ford putting it away.

"So Stan told you about me, huh?" You sigh as you lean against a table

"Hmm? Oh yes, he seems very protective over you"

"Yeah. He's great. " You smile at yourself. Appreciating everything Stans done for you

You look around the small controll room. Not really knowing what you should do at all.

"...soo what got you into the paranormal and weird..." Ford tries making awkward conversation. Something you weren't here for.

"That's none of your concern." You continue to stare at the wall. Again, I do not know why you agreed to go here.

" What do you need my help with?" You sigh, sitting up again.

Ford looks around, looking for something for you to do. Then he stops.

"Well, i know you're smart, but i don't know how smart or what you can do..." he smirks and watches as you roll your eyes.

"You know that moving sas-quach?"

"Yeah"

"I made it. At first, it was just a costume with some fluff. But i made the code and the structure to make the animotronic. I also made the warmer and the vibrations in Stans favorite chair. I've made a lot of the improvements here. i do love puzzles and decoding things.." You talk more on your degree

"Improvements, huh..." Ford looks around the dusty old basement. Things broken and wires poking out

"So... could you fix those for me? While i work"

"I guess..." You sigh as you just dumped your whole college career, and he only focuses on how you fix things. Bending down to look for all the broken wires and technology, you dont see that Ford is staring at you. His eyes roam over your bent over the body. He feels his face heat up, so he turns away. Continuing to work.

After an hour of working, you sigh and lean back against one of the machines. Watching as the old man works. You sigh, hot from the work. You watch as Ford pushes his hair back. A frustrated look on his face as he continues to write. Standing up and walking towards the man, you lean forward, your chest touching his back. You feel him jump under you. A small laugh escapes your lips.

"You're doing that wrong.." You point to the top of the page "see thats supposed to be this number here.. gosh, you're supposed to be this smart guy, but mess up on something so simple"

"I-i never even noticed... and im still the Smart guy. One mistake doesn't disqualify me. " he fixes his mistake and smiles at the equation that now makes sense.

"You distracted or something, or are you just getting old?"

Ford scoffs. You stand up straight again, beginning to walk away. He turns to look at you. Annoyed at your attitude

"Why- Gosh, why can't we just get along?" He looks up at you

"You know why" You begin yo walk away. Not wanting to talk.

"No, i really dont. I've explained my whole backstory to you, and stan did as well, yet im the bad guy?"

"Yes, you are"

"You know wha-"

"What?"

"Gah! You're such a brat you think you know the whole story, but you dont. You dont know me!" Ford stands up, walking towards you angerly.

"I don't have to know you to know that Stan would cry at the thought of you. The fact that it eats him that he caused you to fly into that protal and it ate him every day after! Do you think i didn't know the whole story before you came along Stanford? All that changed was the names for me. " You push the man," he stumbles back.

" And you trusted that ass hole Bill?! Let him use you. Gosh, men really are something he was always out to get you. You refused to explain to stan got kicked into a multi dimensional portal, and when He brings you back, you punch him!" You push him more a bit harder.

Ford stumbles back more, having enough he grabs onto you and turns you around, pinning your arms behind your back like he did to stan

" He ruined my life, okay? MY life, he ruined my project. Costed me my whole life, you wouldn't know because you got into that damn school!" Ford shakes you slightly, not realizing his violence or the position he put you in.

" You still got everything you wanted, no? You still got all your PHDs and to study in this stupid town!" You struggle beneath him, trying to have him let go. You accidentally grind against him without thinking or realizing it. Ford lets you go, stumbling back to lean on another machine. You turn around, getting ready to punch the man when he catches your fist, his face getting darker shades of red by the second

"I'm...im sorry..."he tries to think of anything to change subject."You're right. i-i got everything i ever dreamed... i couldn't even let you correct my work"

Your arm goes limp. You drop your hand and watch as Ford coveres his face

"I'm sorry for well, putting you in that position... for everything. " Ford drops his head, his face still hiden. His attempt to hide his red face, praying you don't look down.

You sigh, turning around. You shake your head, not knowing what to say. You turn back to see Ford, his face still covered. Your eyes move down, his red sweater covered him. Your eyes moved lower. Your body is still turned around, and you see his pants, a small tent was forming. You look away quickly, your own face red

" Stanford, i-...Hahahaaa listen, it's okay, i can't promise we will be besties after all this, but i definitely feel better about ya." You remember the position you were in. It was fine when you were angry he just apprehended you, but now you're thinking about how it would be if it wasn't angry... you laugh hysterically.

"Really..? Just like that. "

"Yup! But you should apologize to stan" you try changing the subject.

"Absolutely not.."

"Ford!" You finally turn around seeing him finally

"No listen, I'll admit it to you, but not him okay, leave it at that kid," he uncoveres his face. Now recovered. He sighs in relief that you didn't see his problem.

" Kid? Im not a kid. You're just old. " You poke his chest. Turning to look at his work table

" You litt-" Before he could finish, Dipper fell through the ceiling. Knocking over the octopus looking creature.

You look as the kid crawls by the creature and to his book

"Dipper, stop!"

" Great, Uncle Ford!"

"Did you just fall through the cieling..." You look up at the hole

"What did i say about coming down here"

"My work is far too dangerous for a single living soul to spend even one second-"

"Am i dead now or..." You sigh being ignored still. You see how stern Ford got. You feel slight attraction to him.

"Wait, is that a 38-sided die from dungeons dungeons and more dungeons?!"

"Yeah! Y-you know that game?!"

" with pen and paper shield and sword... " Ford starts

"Our quest shall be our sweet reward!" The two shout in unison. They laugh softly together. You laugh at their repeat of the quote, finding it cute. You think back at the potition you were in before. You felt your face blush.

"This is my favorite game in the whole multi-verse. I can't believe they still make it"

"They do, and I've been looking all day for someone to play with me"

You watch the Two talk as the octopus slowly slithers away. You rise a leg in disgust as you avoid its path. You see Ford bend down. Holding the book excitedly. The creature jumps onto his face, and Ford pulls it off, still happy as ever.

"Y/n, do you want to play with us!" Dipper turns to you. His excited face warms your heart

"I haven't played since college... so i might be rusty, but sure, I'll play"

"Awesome!!" Dipper runs upstairs.

Ford turns around to look at you. A confused look on his face

"You play Dd&Md?"

"Yeah, duh, it's been a while, but i liked it. I just got busy. " You toy with your hair looking away

"I know how that is, i used to have a campaign of my own in college," Father puts away the octopus, placing it on top of a shelf.

"Ya know, Ford, it was kinda hot seeing you all stern." You laugh as you start walking upstairs. Ford is left a stuttering mess, trying to compose himself before he walks upstairs.

You go to your room to grab your old things. A small box contains a small bag with your die. The rest of the items is a small journal with your notes on your character. You head downstairs telling Stan about the game you three are about to play. He gets a bit angry. You go to the basement and see Dipper and Ford already sitting down. As the game starts, Ford gets into character, fluttering his eyelashes, and the dipper gets the first roll, as you both tell Ford about the change in art styles during the 90s.

"Great-uncle Ford, I've been meaning to ask you: where were you before you came out of that machine, and what have you been doing down here? Are you working on something behind that curtain?" Dipper points to the curtain behind Ford.

"Dipper, it's best if you and the family stay away from that subject. Honestly, I'm not sure any of you could handle the real answer." Ford says, setting up straight.

"But, but I can handle it"

"Dipper, just respect it, okay? i dont know either. " You pat the boys back.

"Ah-ah! But I can show you a little something I brought back with me, an infinity-sided die"

"Woah... that's so cool. And... impossible!" Dipper gets excited again.

"What even..." You lean back against the machines

You both listen to Fords explanation. A worry washes over your face. As Ford plays like nothing was talked about. Hours later, the session ends. Mable gets you for dinner, and you all head up. Finding stan cooking.

"How was the nerd game, ya nerds hahaha"

"It was fine, grunkle stan." dipper sits down

"No, really, it was. You would never play with me, so im glad Ford and Dipper invited me"

"Ya know, im starting to remember you asking me to play with you some years ago..." stan pushes you out of the kitchen, getting plates for you and the kids

"Thank you stan"

"Anything for you, chump." stan sits down, patting mable and dipper on the head as he passes you.

Ford inspects the food and takes a bite. I was surprised at how good it tastes.

Stan watches him eat the food. Pleased by the reaction.

"So how was working in the basement with my brother y/n"

"It was fine. He made me fix some of the old wiring. Some of the machines should be running better now, ford, " you say in-between bites

"Good, see chump, i told ya. Working here wouldn't ignore your talents!" Stan laughed. You just smiled and looked at your food.

"Ya know if you'd like, i could probably need more help. Im sure you have lots more to offer besides mechanical help. Why dont you work with me? still helping stan out, though."

"What, you can't steal, my girl!"

"Well, look at it this way. She's still staying here, and you said to yourself that working here would be a great opportunity. Well, now that opportunity is expanding, and she will get to show off her skills"

"But it's dangerous. Geez Ford, i told you to stay away"

"Listen, im all for taking cautions with the kids, but Y/n is grown and could actually be very helpful to me and my research." Ford places his hands on the table.

"I could help too! I've read all of your journals!" Dipper yaps about mable just laughs at his needyness

"Absolutely not." they both day in unison.

"Actually Stan i wouldn't mind so much. I still dont really like him, but i might get to do something with my degrees. " You finish up your good, watching as stan scratches the back of his head. You stand up and take everyones plates. Washing them when you see stan walk in with Ford.

"Let me help, kid," stan lends you, a hand putting away the dishes as you wash and rinse. He huffs and complains, like he didn't offer to help

"I'm no kid, Old Stan..." You smile scrubbing off any sauce.

"I know...its just, ive known you for a bit now and you've treated me so well, last thing i eant to do is have you get hurt from me not protecting you. Especially from him.." he looks behind him, seeing Ford look through all the spices.

"Yeah, i do appreciate you, but you aren't my dad, and that's okay!" You see the sadness when you say it. Regretting the words

"Stanley. You're my best friend! I'm glad you aren't my dad because you dont have to deal with the hard daughter responsibilities. Ya know, if i ever get married, it'll be SUPER expensive, and you dont want this bill. " You nudge him, making the old man laugh.

"Yeah, i guess that's true," Stan laughs.

"Sooo true. And! If you were my dad there would be awful expections, like Y/n why dont you go back to doing your original plan, y/n dont poke that gnome, y/n stop stealing snacks from the shop. Ya know?"

"You what!?" Stan looks over to you

"Haha, seeeee," you throw some bubbles at him. He sighs. Cleaning off his glasses.

"Do you want to work with him?"

"Yeah, why not? Maybe I'll learn more about you guys as kids?"

"Haha, i hope not, i know im not your dad, and it's hard not to make the connection after so long. But fine, we are best friends, and I'd never do anything to stop that. Now get ready for bed you've got work tomorrow!" You both finish up, you rushing upstairs to get ready for bed.

Stanley turns around, looking at his brother, who's toying with different items.

"Let's sleep, you nerd," stan pats his shoulder as he walks away.

You walk past the kids' room. Hearing them talk. Smiling as you go off to bed.

The next day you get up and gey ready. Seeing that your new boss is setting up DD&MD with dipper in the living room

"Hey y/n wanna play again?"

"What about work"

"This ... this is work?" Ford looks up at you

"Sure," you roll your eyes. Seeing Ford smile with excitement.

You run upstairs to grab your stuff, hurrying back down, and you start the campaign. Stan walking in annoyed at Ford, you see Mables disappointment about her movie. Stan walks over, trying to take pages off the Tv. Ford grabs his hand

"Move that and pay the price" ford tightens his grip

"Oh, what 50 magical dwaf dollars?" Stan snatches his arm, moving them around

"Dont mock our fantastical monetary system!"Ford yells, letting go of stan

"I'll mock all i want. it's my tv room"

"It's my house you- listen Stanley, did it ever accur to you that if you join us, you might actually have fun?" He holds up his dice bag.

Stan gets angry, throwing the dice bag on the floor. Opening the case for the infinity-sided die. Granting the characters to come to life. Ford tries to fight them off, but they grab you three and leave. It feels like the adventure took all day. Maybe it was because you were so small for so long.

Ford takes dipper to the basement to talk. You wait upstairs to be called on. After a couple minutes, you see dipper leave saying goodnight and going to his room. You head downstairs, seeing stan leaning against his desk.

"I didn't know you were going to work tonight"

"Work is work at any time." You laugh going towards Ford to look at his work. He blushes at your closness. Still embarrassed about the day before.

"Hey...so i have a question"

"What is it?"

"When Bill took over your body. Did others not know it, wasn't you?"

"No one really knew but my journal..."Ford laughs a bit

" He's gotten sloppy..." You press your finger to your chin.

"What do you mean"

"Well, when Dipper was possessed, i knew right away. Bill ran off, though, had to go on stage, and the kids wouldn't let me on. I was late, though, if only i had talked to Dipper sooner that day"

"Y-you could spot him?!"

"Well, duh, it's so obvious he's such a weirdo, i mean no offense, i read yall had a thing going on, but he was noooot it. Such a creep. " You squint your eyes,looking at the drawing of Bill.

"You read my journal?!" He covered his mouth quickly shutting his journal.

"Yeah, Dipper showed me..."

He takes the book and walks away towards his room. Shutting the door.

You run to the door, knocking on it

"Ford...what the hell we gatta work!"

"No work tonight im tired"

"What? No Ford!" You knock on the door again a bit harder. He opens the door. You accidentally knocked on his chest. You look up at him, his face is red, and his eyes dart anywhere but you.

"Ford, are you embarrassed of your lifes work"

He looks at you. Pushing you away from the door. He shuts the door, but you put your foot in the way before he can. A small ow escapes your lips as he opens the door again

"Y/n im so sorry!!" He watches as he holds your foot

"Why are you embarrassed..." you lean against the door frame, slowly putting your foot down.

"I-i dont know, but i am. Listen, im... im sorry for walking out, i dont know, " he rubs the back of his neck. You see the red on his face still. You lean against the door, putting your feet on the other side, locking him in his small room. That was just a small couch with some blankets.

"So, no work tonight?" You look over at Ford, who now moved, sit on hid bed. He leans back his arm, resting on the couch. You look away at the rest of the lab. All the glowing machines and the cloth cover the window. You focus on every detail.

Ford focuses on you. Taking in your form, your hair, the way you relax against the door. He knew he shouldn't feel the way he did about you. But it's been 30 years since he had any connection. 30 years of being by himself. He gets lost in his thoughts.

"Ford?...ford!" He snaps back, noticing you're gone. He turns to look around seeing you next to him.

"No... no work tonight. im tired.." Ford leans back again, closing his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts.

"Okay, Ford...and im sorry about calling you out on Bill. i know you did your best. That monster won't get to us anymore. " You get up to leave. He looks to you

"Goodnight...y/n"

"Goodnight Ford," you wave your hand and leave the basement.

[the-record]

LIKE A SAILOR

SUMMARY: to be loved, is to be known. inspo: sailor song by gigi perez

PAIRING: ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: religious stuff!

A/N: please dont take this as any slander towards religion, simply related to a beautiful song and needed to write, also i wrote this at 2 am in an hour and dont care to check for any mistakes so please ignore any!

21.

&19.

you’d whispered the number in her ear with a giggle, a face as if you’d been caught. it wasn't what she had expected to come out of your mouth in all honesty.

she smiled back as you erupted into a fit of laughter, intoxicated on life and liquor. it was warm and smooth and before either of you knew it, she fell into the noise with you, shocking her friends across the bar. she couldn’t help herself, from laughing or from feeling this way for a strange girl at the bar. you were a drug.

21.

&20.

you’d only known each other a few months, but ellie felt the cliches. as if she’d known you her whole life. that she knew you were the one, even from the first glance. she didn’t understand it, or you.

so when you’d questioned her, all the breath left her lungs.

“what?”

you sighed and sat up away from her, a shaky breath falling from your lips before you asked again. “is this wrong? what we’re doing? what we are?”

you voice sounded new to her. raw in a way ellie had never experienced.

how could this be wrong? how could loving be wrong?

“why would you think that?” a gentle hand reached your upper back, careful, just in case.

you shook your head and kicked back the sheets before facing her. her freckles. her soft hair splayed out on the pillow. her chain that she wore religiously, once her mothers. you didn’t ever think this could be wrong but dread filled you to the brim and spilled out before you.

“i dont know, like to Him, you know?” ellie shook her head, obviously lost. your hands dragged down your face. “to God, ellie. is this wrong in His eyes?”

it clicked into a place, a missing piece in your unfinished puzzle that ellie was hoping to create.

she sighed and groaned as she sat up, pulling the smallest of smiles from you. a hand found yours, another your face. “i don’t know.” she answered honestly. “i never payed attention in church, truly. but, i do know a few things.” you nodded and listened faithfully. “i do know that He loves us all, sinners or not.

“ and i do know that he would not give me you if this was wrong.”

22.

&21.

the thought had billowed through your mind for months, torturing you and keeping you from sleep. it’s just an apartment but it killed you.

killed you to be away from her so often. to have to drive 3.3 miles every night you missed her or vice versa. to not hold her as you slept. to not make breakfast together every morning.

“do you wanna move in together?”

you had interrupted ellie mid sentence and knocked her back into reality. you began to take back the question when she smiled. laughed.

your face dropped into a pout. “are you kidding me? i ask to move in and you laugh in my face?”

“oh my- baby no! no, im sorry. i just,” she sighed and dropped her silverware to the table. “i was gonna ask you that tonight. that’s why i made dinner and set this place up all pretty.”

26.

&24.

soft summer day, clouds and birds and bickering.

“i’m gonna go stay with my mother for a few days.” you threw clothes from the closet into a bag as ellie watched from the door. “or longer, i don’t know.”

she laughed, “you can’t run away from all of your problems!” you ignored her and kept packing, taking whatever seemed essential. “you already know what she would say if you showed up there.”

you nodded and stopped, facing her for the first time. her eyes bore holes through your own. “yes, i do. that this is all my fault and it’s my consequence for being with a woman.” you shook your head at her. “and you know what… maybe she is right. maybe she always was.” you spat it out like poison.

“and you seriously believe that?” she stepped closer to you. you could see every detail of her. not just her skin and hair and eyes, but every emotion that filled her. the tension between her brows, the tears that welled in her eyes, her hands in fists shoved deep in her pockets. “that we aren’t right.”

silence.

music played from the living room.

a drop broke you. a tear down her cheek shattered the mirror you stood in front of, where you didn't see your own silhouette. “no. no of course not.” a watery smile and a soft laugh.

“thank god because i already bought this.”

27.

&26.

a ring.

a promise.

a church with pews filled by your closest friends and family.

a kiss tasting of her.

tasting of the beer she had that night long ago. toothpaste before bed. coffee in the mornings. a cherry slushy the night she finally asked.

a slow dance.

a confession.

“i don’t believe in God, but i believe that you’re my savior” -gigi perez (sailor song)

[daegustae]

champagne problems | jeon jungkook

pairing ; groom!jungkook x wedding planner!reader.  

genre ; smut, angst | one-shot

summary ; the story we won’t tell is my greatest fantasy 

word count ; 4.1k 

chapter warnings ; infidelity, smut (18+), oral (f. receiving), bigdick!jungkook, multiple s3x positions, explicit language, creampie, unprotected s3x (yall know better), slight cockwarming, mentions of illness | plot twist at the end dont k!ll me pls 

a/n ; this was inspired by champagne problems obv AND the apartment we won’t share by niki jhsdjds IDK I WAS JUST LISTENING TO IT AND THEN BAM HERE COMES THIS AU . this is not edited. 

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“Nothing?” Hobi shakes his head no, pouting as he watches the screen in front of him waiting for a miracle to happen. You look at the letters written on your wall Garam Event Management Studios. It was your dream to have a business like this. An organizer for different types of events. At first, your business was doing exceptional, always fully-booked, never having a free day but better than you’re experiencing right now. Dry and dull. You even had to let go of some of your employees considering that you won’t be able to pay them due to this crisis.

“We won’t last a month” you sigh your head in frustration, thinking about what went wrong in your business. You can’t help but be in denial, this crisis started when your father purposely embarrassed you at that one dinner party, claiming that your business will eventually close down so people shouldn’t bother to get your services. His reason? Because you refused to work at his company where you’ll be the next CEO. To be fair, you were tired of being ordered around and being an office slave.

But humiliating you that night was uncalled for. Especially everything that happened before that confrontation.

“We just have to boost our ads, we used to be in-demand.” used to.

“I’m sorry Hobi, this was because of me.” he frowns, looking at your slump figure on the couch.

“You have nothing to be sorry for” you look at him giving him a pout, suppressing the tears that are threatening to come out.

“Thank you for sticking with me” he nods standing up from his table as he makes his way to you giving you the tightest hug. You are honestly thankful of Hobi, he’s your best friend and out of all people he was the first one to support you with your business, even dropping his corporate job to join you as a full time event coordinator.

“We’ll be fine, it's winter season, who wants a wedding during winter?” you laugh giving him a smack on his head before a ding sound comes out of his computer. You both pull out of the hug looking at each other with wide eyes, scrambling on the couch to stand up and read the letters on his screen.

“We got an appointment” you both scream jumping in excitement.

“We got this” you nod, doing your celebratory handshake before dashing to your own table, ready to contact the services you will need. Hobi focuses on the person who’s making an appointment.

Hobi sighs, you look at him puzzled, reading his face who’s hard to determine at this very moment. You look at him raising your eyebrows as your smile fades. “We got an appointment but it’s your choice if you want it or not.”

“Of course I want it! We can’t choose our customers, we're in a crisis.” you say matter of factly.

“Even if it’s your ex’s wedding?” he says slowly, waiting for your reaction.

“Of course, this is business, nothing personal.” you clear your throat, biting your tongue and proceeding to scroll through your desktop.

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure there will be more cus-”

“Hobi, it’s fine. Plus this is good for our business, we’ll get exposure and such.” you give him a reassuring smile. It’s not time to be selfish. It’s been 9 months since that dinner party, you’re pretty sure everyone has moved on from it already, and yet you still remember the atmosphere that day.

“It’s his fiance that booked the appointment, by the way.” fiance you shouldn’t feel bitter hearing that, but somehow there’s a small part of you that aches for the future you planned, aches for him. “She said she chose us because she was a guest to this wedding once, and fell in love with us” Hobi chuckles “And the wedding’s in three days” he adds

“What?” that’s a small amount of time to prepare.

“And she can’t find anyone else to do it because it’s too little time” you sigh you either accept this or you’ll close down this business.

“We have to make this work Hobi, this is our last shot.” you say truthfully he nods looking at you with concern.

“Let's do this yeah?”

-

“Stop fiddling with your pants Hobi” you scold giving him a scowl as you watch him straighten up on his seat. You’re currently in your studio, waiting for your clients to discuss what they want for the wedding.

“I can’t help it, it’s been too long since we last saw him” you nod agreeing, smacking his hands that continue to fiddle with everything he touches.

“Are you the ex?” you whisper-yell wincing as you feel your head throbbing. Hobi looks at you with concern before you shrug him off.

“Funny” you laugh as he rolls his eyes, freezing as the door inside your office opens. Revealing a beautiful woman, and a familiar figure following him. Way too familiar.

“Our couple! Future Mrs. Jeon?” Hobi greets her and nods, giving you both a genuine smile. You stand up from your seat, reaching out to shake her hand in which she excitedly accepts before extending your hand to the man beside her.

“Jungkook” you greet

“y/n” he reaches out for your hand, his warmth engulfing your whole body.

“You know each other?” she gushes

“She was a friend” Jungkook says a friend you nod in agreement. Sitting on the chair and preparing the papers you will need.

“That’s good then! You both can talk about the wedding for tomorrow no? I have to prepare for my dress-fitting and such.” You look at Hobi asking for help in which he understands, changing the subject.

“Let’s talk about that later, okay so here’s the initial plan we prepared for you both based on what we talked about yesterday . You can choose which you prefer, and you can also change anything, just tell us and we’ll continue from there.” they both nod, you can’t help but feel the burning glaze of Jungkook, you look at him, your eyes meeting each other as Hobi proceeds to explain everything.

It’s been so long since you last saw him, nothing changed. He still has the same doe eyes, lip ring, and that mole on his neck. Nothing changed except his heart. You look away, nodding at whatever Hobi’s saying, this is gonna be a long day.

-

“Well we’ll see you on your wedding day?” You tell Hana she nods giving you her bright smile, no wonder he fell in love with her. Her smile is contagious and she seems really kind. You’re happy for both of them.

“Yes! I’m trusting everything to you, for the rest of the plans you can meet up with my husband. I’m really sorry I won’t be there”

“Of course, and no it’s fine. Just rest before your wedding day”

“I’ll see you guys soon” she says excitedly giving you and Hobi a hug, Jungkook waving his hands to the both of you as they walk outside.

You sigh in relief, closing your eyes as you lean your head on the table. Feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“You okay?”

“Mmm just nauseous” 

“I still think you need to tell him the reason you know” you look up at Hobi, frowning at him.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, his wedding is in two days” You stand up kneeling in front of Hobi who has his head low.

“Still it’s unfair” you shake your head laughing lightly, he looks like a child right now 

“Some things are better left unsaid, I’m okay really. And I chose this path, remember?” you can’t help but feel your heart swells, it’s good to know that someone still cares about you.

“I have to talk to our techs, and be on the reception to check the updated stuff tomorrow” you bite your lip, that means it’s just going to be you and Jungkook tomorrow. “Will you be okay alone?”

“Of course! Just business, nothing personal". Clapping your hands feels like you're convincing yourself more than hobi, ruffling Hobi’s hair as you stand up checking the needed items for the wedding so you can present it to Jungkook tomorrow.

-

“And we have this voice message thing booth, where your guests can leave their wishes through this analog phone which is perfect for your wedding theme.” You’re currently at your office as you explain to Jungkook, he listens to you intently, watching in awe as you present him with all the details for his wedding.

“That’s beautiful, you’re good at this” you chuckle with his compliment shaking your head as you list a few things on the paper.

“Thank you, you convinced me to do it” you smile at the memory, you’ve always wanted a job like this, designing and organizing things. At first you were hesitant about it, but when you told Jungkook what you really wanted, he was there to support and encourage you all the way. He even helped you in naming your studio, suggesting Garam which means river. And with a river, you can’t touch the same water twice, it keeps flowing, reminding us that life is fleeting and we should value every second of it. Which by the way is connected with your job, helping every client to remember and enjoy their special day that will pass by eventually. 

“I’m glad you still continue” he states as you look at him in the eyes nodding. “I’m sorry”

“For what” you stand up, compiling all the papers as Jungkook watches you leave your seat.

“My fiance is a huge fan of yours, she really wanted you to be our coordinator” you stop at your tracks looking at Jungkook as you shrug.

“I’m thankful for that Kook, nothing to be sorry for” his heart skips a beat, the nickname you gave him to him before feels like a knife jabbing through his chest. He shouldn’t feel this way.

“I waited for you, you know” you take a deep breath, watching Jungkook make his way to where you are standing.

“I’m sorry” you tell him sincerely “I’m just glad you found what you deserve” he nods taking a step forward, reaching out as he puts his hands on your hips. Leaning your forehead to his.

“What are you doing?” you know this is wrong, but you didn’t fight back, feeling the familiar warmth pulse through your whole body. “We shouldn't” you whisper to his lips.

“We shouldn’t” he repeats before he’s pulling away from you. You watch him clear his throat nodding his head as he makes his way to the door. You didn’t dare to look at him turning your back away from him waiting for the sound of your door opening and closing.

You gasp as you feel your body getting spinned. Before you know it, Jungkook’s lips are on yours. Kissing each other like there’s no tomorrow, pulling away to catch your breath only to put your lips on his again. His lips taste like poison, it burns you. Your hands wander each other’s bodies, exploring and holding each other like there’s no tomorrow. Because there isn’t.

You find yourself on fours on the couch with Jungkook, moaning as you feel him lick your pussy, eating you out with no mercy. “F-fuck”

“Are you still on the pill?” he asks from behind you, you nod watching his dick slap his stomach. “Good”

You feel his length enter inside you, both of you moaning in unison as he penetrates your walls. You clench your jaw at the foreign feeling. It’s been so long since he’s been inside you, you forgot how big and long he is.

“So tight princess, relax” he soothes you by kissing your neck to your shoulders. Tracing your spine as you arch your back. He starts thrusting inside, holding on to your hips for leverage. He feels your walls tighten, as he hits the spot he has always known.

“P-please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, but Jungkook knows you. He pounds inside you leaning his body on yours as you feel his weight on your back, only adding to the pleasure.

“You close?” you cry in pleasure, Jungkook lifts your body as he sits up without pulling out of you, making you put all your weight on his chest.

“Spread your legs” you do as he says, spreading your legs as he continues to thrusts inside you, this position sending you into a frenzy. You can’t help but look down, watching your pussy swallow him deliciously. He growls as you bounce, meeting his hips to get you there.

“I’m cumming” your legs shake as Jungkook repeatedly hits your spot. Putting all your weight on him this time as he massages your breast with his left hand, the other rubbing your pussy. You feel his breath on your shoulder, tilting your head on the side to chase his lips. Your pussy clenches as you feel your orgasm, breathing heavily with Jungkook’s cock still inside you.

“Good girl” he praises, he lays your body on the couch, watching you in your pleasure state, before he’s spreading your legs again. Lining up his length to show you deep he’s gonna be inside you. He spread your remains on his dick, rubbing it before slapping his dick on your sensitive pussy.

You wince making him chuckle. “Take all of me yeah?”

He inserts his throbbing length inside you once again, but this time slower. And intimate. Watching your face turns into pleasure as he brushes the hair on your face with his fingers. He takes his time this time, thrusting inside you slowly, but harder.

You look at his face, rubbing your thumb on his eyebrow as it furrows. You don’t say anything to each other, just feeling each other’s warmth. He kisses your lips delicately, holding your body close to his. You put your arms on his shoulder to his back, nails scratching softly that will be there until tomorrow.

“Almost there” he whispers, you can’t help but bite his shoulder feeling yourself release again. He kisses your forehead, his thrust becoming erratic until he’s cumming inside you. You both quiver with pleasure.He didn’t pull out after that, laying on your body instead. His head on your shoulder as you both breathe heavily.

You gently run your fingers to his hair, you feel him sighs in contentment as you feel your tears flow on your cheek feeling the coldness of his ring on your skin. Even if Jungkook notices your tears, he doesn't say anything, only holding you tighter. You stay just like that, holding and feeling the warmth of each other. Because maybe you both know that this will be the last time you’ll see each other. You both know the consequences and you’ll both suffer from it. Greatly.

You both know this is goodbye.

It isn’t long before you're both putting your  clothes back on, without words. Before you’re clearing your throat. Shame and guilt both eating you alive already. 

“Let’s pretend this didn’t happen”

“Like how you pretended I didn’t propose to you that night?” he says sarcastically, you can feel the bitterness of his words. You stand frozen. Not knowing what to say. Getting a flashback of that night.

“Can you at least tell me the reason? I deserve that”

“It was for all of this, you know that.” the lie sits like a venom on your tongue

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” you’re now both facing each other. His eyes meet your glistening ones.

“I’m not telling you to accept that, but that’s the truth, nothing else.”

“You could’ve just told me you wanted this career so bad, I wouldn’t have made you choose. I would have supported you.” you can feel the pain lacing his voice, and you can’t help but let your tears run down your cheeks.

“I know” you sob, Jungkook wants to hold you, but he stops himself from doing so. 9 months and you’re both still a mess. Maybe this was the closure you needed, but not the closure he wanted. He thinks about all the things you could’ve been if you only told him the truth. He can’t help but be offended, you really thought he won’t support you with what you wanted? All those years together and yet you thought so little of him.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You already did” he pauses, shaking his head, chuckling as he finds himself crying as well “The moment you started thinking I would stop you from chasing your dreams” he adds im sorry im sorry. You know no words will ever heal him from the pain you’ve caused. So you shut your mouth watching him leave before stopping to his tracks. Looking back at you one last time.

“Do you regret it? Leaving me?” he asks genuinely. Jungkook needs to hear it from you, so he can move on and stop living with the what if’s. He needs to hear it so he can wake up tomorrow without doubts about his future.

“No” you say without hesitating, staring at his eyes so you can deliver your point.

“Okay” he nods, shutting the door behind him as you fall down on your knees. Clutching your chest as you feel it aches.

“I’m sorry” the doctor looks at you with pity. You nod not knowing how to react.

“How long do I have?”

“12 months based on the size of tumor in your brain” you look at his eyes, hoping that he would be lying and this is a joke. But his eyes have no hint as such. “There’s a treatment but it’s not guaranteed you will live.” so it’s either you die slowly with the treatment or still die without it, except you’ll live shorter. Which is worse? 

You chuckle weakly, so many thoughts running in your mind, how could this be? Why does it have to be you? What will happen to those who you will leave behind?

Jungkook. If you tell him your illness, he would stay and be there for you. But you can’t let him witness you die slowly and suffer for the rest of his life. It will be too selfish for you to deny him the bright future he deserves. You can’t scar him and leave a painful permanent mark.

You’d rather him hate you than suffer loving you.

That night you and Jungkook were invited to a dinner party, and you were planning on breaking up with him for whatever reason you come up with. The guilt eating you alive as he intertwined his finger with yours. Constantly kissing your temples.

That same night, he was on his knees, asking for your hand around your family, friends and colleagues. You dreamt of this day, and you would have said yes if it weren’t for the news you received that morning. You remember the atmosphere that night, it was heavy. Too heavy that you feel like falling down to your knees. But most of all, you remember the confusion and pain written on Jungkook’s face that night, watching you shake your head and run away from the scene.

That very night, your father talks about the business you were starting. Slandering it so the attention won’t be with the failed proposal but your failure as his daughter who refused to take over the company. Your father did all that to save himself from embarrassment. That very night, you lost the remaining care your father had for you.

That night, you lost your bestfriend, your anchor, the love of your life.

That night, your world crumbled down into pieces.

You look around your office, tracing pictures of past events you had on the wall. You started this career because you wanted it, and you had Jungkook’s support. You still continue to do it because it gives you the comfort to plan for other’s future that you won’t have and experience in this lifetime.

-

“Don’t be nervous, just enjoy this moment.” you tell Hana, patting her on the shoulder as she nods. She’s the most beautiful bride you’ve ever met. The kindest too. She engulfs you into a hug and squeezes your body.

“Thank you for everything.” you can’t help but feel guilty, she trusted you. And you fucked his fiance the day before your wedding. And you know karma has bitten you in the ass once you're 6 ft underground.

“I’m sorry” you whisper sincerely, rubbing her back. As if she would know what you did. she gasps, pulling away from the hug before she’s pinching your sides.

“Everything is beautiful, what are you sorry for.” she giggles. Your conversation has died down when the door opens revealing Hobi in a suit.

“Ladies, we’re about to start” he announces, the bridesmaids stand up, shuffling to their feet as they get out of the room to prepare. “y/n, check on our groom one last time please” you gulp doing as he says. Hobi doesn’t know what happened between you and Jungkook yesterday, and you don’t want him to know. Not today, at least.  

“Let me fix that for you” you tell from the doorway, watching Jungkook jump in surprise as he tries to fix his tie.

“Please” you give each other a small smile, so many words left unsaid. And that’s for the better.

“I love her y/n.” He says suddenly, you stop fixing his tie for a moment, good before continuing your actions.

“I know, don’t worry I won’t tell. We’ll pretend it never happened.” you pat his shoulder, distancing from him.

“I really love her, she’s helped me get back up after everything. I will tell her about what happened last night, someday. I don’t want to lose her, I can’t.” you nod understandingly, knowing he’s telling the truth because he used to talk about you like that before.

“I’m happy for you Jungkook” you tell him honestly, this is what you’ve always wanted. At first, you thought you would feel jealousy and pain when you accepted this event. But now, you only feel happiness for the both of them, not even a small part of you feels bitter about this. Just genuine joy and pure contentment knowing Jungkook’s in good hands.

“Thank you.” You both sniff, laughing as you witness each other be a mess. Crying of joy this time.

“Jungkook you’re ruining your makeup”

“Stop making me cry then.”

“I will.”

- The huge doors open, revealing Jungkook waiting at the altar and for a moment you had a glance of the future that you could have had. You wait for the bride to get to the end of the hall before making your way to Hobi who’s busy ordering the staff.

“Hey”

“Hey, you look pale.”

“I’m sick, remember” you say matter-of-factly. Hobi only scowls at you. “Think you can handle everything else here?”

“Of course, is there something wrong?”

“Just tired” he observes your face, before nodding in understandment. Lately, you’ve been experiencing the symptoms, at first it was gradual but you feel it progress every day. One symptom at time, then all of it sometimes.

“You need help? I can drive you home” you smack his arm scolding him.

“They need an expert to stay here. Thank you Hobi” you both share your handshakes, giggling as you wave goodbye. Making one last stop before leaving, you find yourself in front of the voicemail booth. Picking up the phone with the label groom.

“Hey Kook, um, it’s me y/n” You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling awkward talking on the phone with no one on the other line.

“I just wanna say I’m happy that you found love because you’re a wonderful being, and you deserve nothing but happiness and more. I know you will be a great husband, and a loving father because I learned how to love unconditionally from you and I will always be grateful for that. You asked me before if I regret leaving you. Honestly, I don’t don’t regret any of it. I guess the only regret I have is making you wait longer when you could have had all of this sooner. Thank you for everything and I hope you can forgive me someday.”

Here’s to the future

[isaaaxqii]

i dont know if you take requests but thinking about “wear whatever you want, i can fight anyway” megumi. im going ferallll

fight for you -: ✧ :- - megumi

summary : megumi shows his love by fighting for you.

**: sfw, fluff

note : hii thank you for your request!! i’m actually going through a writer’s block so your request is actually really helpful :)

< 5.46pm >

“y/n.”

megumi tapped on your shoulder as you were walking down the hallways of jujutsu high. the sun was still shining brightly, lifting up the moods of the people in the school. megumi seemed a little nervous, fidgeting with his fingers as he maintained eye contact with you.

“megumi! what’s up?” you replied, smiling widely, “you wanna walk with me as we talk?”

megumi nodded, and the both of you started walking towards the dorms together. megumi seemed a little off today, like he was anxious. you thought he was about to announce something bad to you, as he always had a sense, somewhat like a sixth sense, when bad things were about to come.

“i wanna ask if you would like to eat dinner together. you know, since it’s only close to 6pm.” megumi said shyly, looking down as he walked.

that question puzzled you. so that was what he was concerned about? you couldn’t help but giggle, intertwining your hands with his. you could see him relax under your touch, looking at your face in anticipation that you would say yes.

“megumi, after 1 year of dating, you think i would say no to spending time with you?” you replied, patting his head. with his face red and hand now on your waist, you found him extremely adorable, and almost couldn’t take it.

the both of you made it back to your dorm, and went ahead to change into nicer clothing. megumi had always kept spare clothing in your room incase he came over and wanted a change of clothes, but it was mostly for your use, and he didn’t mind. he found you cute in his clothing anyway, and would love to see more of you wearing his clothes that looked almost like a dress on you.

you had just finished changing, and you went out into the living room of the dorm to see megumi sitting on the couch, on his phone, waiting for you. sensing your presence, he looked over at you to see you wearing a tank top and a skirt. you rarely wore skirts out, but you didn’t want them to grow too small on you so you had decided to wear it. although, you felt like it was a little too exposing.

“you look…good.” megumi muttered, blushing at the sight of you. you threw your arms around his neck at his compliment, kissing his cheek.

“thank you, gumi. let’s get going, yeah?”

-

you were scrolling on your phone as you waited outside the coffeeshop for megumi to pay for the food after eating. however, just then, you felt a pair of eyes scanning you from head to toe. you looked up and saw a man, most likely your age, giving you strange looks.

“hey, i just wanna say you look good, like really good.” he emphasised on the “good”, “especially the skirt, it shows off your thighs really well.”

you had never been in such a situation before. it wasn’t scary as you could fight him and win being a jujutsu sorcerer, but he was innocent and you didn’t know what to do.

however, megumi saw the scene infront of his eyes, and intervened.

“she looks super pretty doesn’t she? i’ll gladly fight you to have her.”

the man glared at megumi, raising up a hand to slap him. your eyes widened, but before the man could slap megumi, megumi had stopped the hand, gripping it tightly to the point the man felt pain surging through his arm.

“too bad she’s already mine. however, if you still wanna fight, go for it. i’ll win anyway.” megumi warned, now he was glaring at the man. he let go of the hand before the man scoffed and turned away.

“sorry gumi, i knew i should’ve wore something less showy…” you said guilty, but megumi held your hand and kissed the the top of it.

“wear whatever you want. after all, i can fight anyway.”

heyy honestly this looks kinda short but i still hope you liked it 💗💗

[peasofgreeniguess]

Ello!!!! I have another request, which by the way, loved what you did with my other request. <3

So, in this, undertale bros, underfell, and horrortale and they have a rule "no more pets" since they all already have a lot of pets or dont want pets.

So reader walks into their house, trying to be sneaky with the box at like 2am. Very late, dident tell the brothers at all where they where, and they have a box that is making 'mew' noises (kittens.) And they come face to face with the brothers. (Separate) and they just stare at eachother. After a bit, reader just says, "Please?"

They are also in a relationship with them.

Thank you for reading this and hear is somthing sweet for you!

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IM GOING TO PRETEND I DIDNT DISSAPEAR TO WRITE MY LONGFORM FANFIC (go read doe eyed on ao3- more info at bottom of post)

classic papyrus.

you freeze in the hallway as suddenly papyrus flicks on the light. "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?" He asks, knowing already you have done something you probably shouldn't have. 

Slowly you turn your head, revealing the small box in your hands as a little "mew" comes from said box. Papyrus stares at you, his face giving, "Oh my god, my mate is insane."

“Please?” 

Defeatedly, he sighs, stepping over and looking into the box. "HAVE YOU NAMED IT YET?”

you nod.    "DAMNIT!" He knows there's no chance your getting rid of it now.

Classic sans

Sans looks up from his desk at the quiet click of a door; he glances at the clock and notices the time. What are you doing getting home at this time?

Sans shortcuts right behind you in the hall just before you enter your room. He laughs at the small surprise noise you made. You whip around to look at him angrily, holding a small brown box. Oh no… 

Sans looks down at the box. “Whats this?” 

“Nothing…” 

Silently, sans takes the box from you, opening the top. 

“Y/N…” 

“Please???” you say, batting your eyelashes at him. 

Sans looks down at the box again, then back to you. 

"Fineeee” he could never say no to you. 

Underfell sans- 

Sans sits on the sofa in the living room waiting for you. He couldn't sleep, not knowing when you would be home; he needed to make sure you were okay and got back safe. 

Finally, hours later, he hears the front door unlock, and you walk in carrying a shoe box.

“Did ya’ bring dinner?” He asks, and you jump in surprise, not expecting him there. 

“No… just… shoes” you say hesitantly. Immediately he knows you are lying, but he can play along. 

“At two in tha’ mornin?” he asks, getting up from the chair. You nod your head. 

“Then ya’ won't mind me seein’ what you got. Doll,” he growls. Taking the box from you, one his eyes land on the creature in the box, his fears are realized.

“Please-” sans holds his hand up, “ya’ know paps is already done with tha’ animals.” 

“But sansss,” you whine, using the voice you know makes him weak in the knees. 

“... keep it on the down low. OK”

His brother was right; he's gone soft. 

Underfell papyrus -

Papyrus slaps open your bedroom door, his face already in a scowl. 

“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE? ITS DANGEROUS YOU COULD HAVE BEEN HURT- WHAT IS THAT?” he asks, noticing the small box you were currently hunched over.

"Puzzles,” you reply, hiding the box from his view. With two large steps, he moves right behind you, squinting his eyes. 

“SHOW. ME,” he demands, knowing his mate well—he already has an idea of what's really in the box. 

You look up at him with a sickly sweet smile, hoping to distract your mate.

It doesn't work, firm, but gently he pulls the box out from under you, seeing the animal you brought with you this time. 

“WE CANNOT KEEP IT." “But papy!!” you plead. 

“NO!” he says, walking out the door. Quickly,  you chase after him. 

“I named him doomfanger... He reminded me of you!” 

Papyrus stops in his tracks, quietly growling. He look back into the box as his shoulders drop in defeat. 

“THIS IS THE LAST!” 

Horror sans

Sans has always liked the animals you bring home, and they seem to all like him as well. You two joke that he is the modern-day Snow White at this point, so hes not surprised when you bring home another animal. Only this time their landlord had warned them to not bring home any more or else they face eviction. 

"Lamb… we cant." “But sans pleaseee- its hurt!” 

Sans looks down at the small box turtle with a hole in its shell; it looks to have been run over by a car… he whines in distress; he didnt want  to turn down his mate and the poor little turtle. but someone had to be responsible. 

“We… cant.” 

Tears brim at the corner of your eyes, causing Sans to panic; he hates seeing you sad! 

He looks to his garden, then back to the turtle. 

“Mabe… it could stay… in the garden…” You smile. 

“Only until… it heals… at least…” 

Horrortale papyrus. 

Contrary to what you would think... Papyrus is the one who brings home creatures; i mean, you both do—Papyrus enables you most of the time. 

But this… 

"BIRDY, WE CANNOT KEEP A BEAR IN OUR BACKYARD” 

“Why not!” 

“ITS A BEAR?” He says there are many things Papyrus will do for you, but keeping a dangerous animal in his backyard? No. 

“BECAUSE HE WILL EAT YOU! ITS A BEAR!” even though the bear is hurt doesnt mean they can keep it… 

You puff out your cheeks and cross your arms, turning away from him. 

“AH- DONT CRY! PLEASE…” he begs; he despises you being upset, especially when its his fault…

“MABE WE CAN CALL ANIMAL CONTROL? THEY CAN HELP” 

You sigh. 

“Fine” ok guess- note at the bottom because posts that aren't asks don't get reach lmao... so yeah sorry i died. i was busy! i got a job and started a fanfic, and now i'm more in the groove i'm back!! i'm actually also starting two more fanfics and i have a discord server! so if you want extra content, skeleton art, and more fanfic conversations please join! its 18+ ONLY and we do verify age, ty for reading! discord here

[lizzie-is-here]

lonely is a man without love

part iv- the hunt

“the moon in me finds the sky in you” - dikshasuman

summary: you and steven do a little bit of grave robbing. oh yeah, marc’s there too.

wordcount: 3.6k

warnings: language, violence, red room talk, idk

a/n: yall i’m so sorry i dropped off the planet for a bit 💀 there’s been a lot going on like i’m in a situationship now w a friend from high school who moved to my college this semester, i finished my finals early, i see taylor swift tomorrow, i’m back home, but ANYWAY i hope y’all enjoy and pls forgive me ik it’s been 3 weeks 😭 love y’all

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Hijacking a car is the easiest part.

Driving with a pounding headache isn’t that bad either.

On the other hand, watching Marc fling off his shirt is very hard.

“How did Harrow know those things about me?” you ask, averting your eyes back to the road. “He saw right through me.”

“He’s just trying to mess with you. You know, he’s trying to get in your mind,” Marc says. “No, don’t let him do that. He’s got this idea that he can see the ‘true nature’ of people or some baloney like that.”

He starts putting on a new shirt, and you can’t help but feel a little disappointed as he continues. “If that were true, I don’t think he’d have a bunch of homicidal maniacs as his disciples, would he?”

You tap the steering wheel. “But he knew.”

Marc’s face twists with sympathy. “I know.” He raises a hand to pat your shoulder, but he thinks twice and sets it on the headrest instead. “But he’s just manipulating you. Weaponizing your past.”

You glance at his hand.

“… You can touch me, you know?” It comes out a bit awkward, but meaningful nonetheless.

He gives you a small smile and rests it on your shoulder, a light chill going up your body. You didn’t receive a friendly touch in your life until the Red Room fell, and the first time Nat hugged you after a team dinner you had sobbed your heart out.

It had become your love language, in a way. You may be picky with who touches you, but every passing graze means the world.

And the weight of his hand grounding you feels nice. So you sniffle a bit before nodding sharply.

“Thank you.” Marc doesn’t take his hand back. You don’t want him to. “What did he tell you? I kind of zoned out.”

He shrugs and begins working a knot in your shoulder. “Nothing much. ‘You’re unlovable’ and ‘You’re a monster’. It’s all the same with him.”

You can hear the underlying hurt in his tone, but don’t bring it up.

After a few seconds, you pipe up, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Have I told you about the time I jumped off the collapsing sky base for the Red Room without a parachute?”

———————————————————————

Pulling off into some sand dunes, you drive across the sandy terrain in hopes of finding a place to put this tattered cloth together.

Under the light from the headlights, you and Marc lay out the fabric on the hood of the car and start trying to piece it together.

“Try that,” he says, passing you a triangle.

Working in tandem, you make little progress. It’s like a puzzle with no directions. It’s frustrating to come to so many dead ends, and it’s starting to grate on Marc.

“I’m not getting any whole constellations, it’s just little pieces and fragments.” He slams his hands on the car and walks to the side.

“Marc,” you begin cautiously. “I think we may need Steven. I know you don’t want to, but he understands all of this. We need to give him a shot or we’ll be out here all night.”

Suddenly atop the car, Khonshu chuckles. “I summon the gods, you summon the worm. He won’t return the body.”

“Why do you feel the need to do that?” you grumble, heart rate slowing after the bird practically jumpscared you.

Marc grabs the side mirror before ripping it off and gathering the strips of cloth.

“What is it with you and mirrors?” you ask.

He pauses his irritated work and points to the broken mirror.

“I see Steven in reflections. Figure he’ll be happy about this.” He holds up the cloth.

Sighing, he walks away. “Alright,” he says. “Go ahead. You’re in.”

You can see the change before you hear the British accent.

Steven crouches down in the sand, ripping tape and assembling the scraps faster than you or Marc ever could have. You step closer, unsure of how he feels about you. You did lie about your job to him.

“Steven?” you ask, sitting down next to him. He looks up, momentarily taken aback. He stares for a bit, different from Marc’s half-lidded gaze. His eyes are wide, taking in every detail.

Well, every detail of you. But you don’t know that.

“Egyptians invented modern navigation,” he explains. “There’s not a lot of landmarks in the desert. So, they came up with a way to get about using the sun and stars. It’s bloody genius, innit?”

He holds up his work. A star.

You carefully take it, marveling at the cohesive map.

“Oh, woah, that’s amazing.” Steven blushes a bit at your words, but it goes unseen in the dark. “What do we do with it?”

“Well, I’m not sure, but if… Oh wait, hang on a minute.” He holds it up to the light. “You see that? You see those little pinpricks there? That’s a constellation.”

You nod. “Orion. We should be able to triangulate the stars into coordinates, right? Let me scan it.” With your phone, you pass over the star, letting it pick up the image.

“Well, um, actually… Unfortunately, it’s not that simple.” That much is revealed when nothing turns up. “Yeah, you see, Senfu marked that tomb, like 2,00 years ago. And stars drift over time. Not much as far as stars go, but it could mean the difference between us searching miles away from where we’re supposed to be looking.”

You pick up his insinuation. “So unless we know what the sky looked like on that date…”

“We’re buggered,” Steven finishes.

The god appears ahead of you, a warning before he speaks. “I remember that night. I remember every night.”

When he makes no movement, you and Steven begrudgingly head up the dune to meet him.

“I can turn back the night sky, but it will come at a cost.”

“Doesn’t it always,” you sigh.

He nods to Steven. “I cannot do it alone. Steven, when the gods imprison me, tell Marc to free me.”

Steven is wrapped in the same suit from before a few seconds later, eyes glowing. As the god raises his hand, he begins swiping it through the air. Steven mimics Khonshu’s motions, and before long, you gasp aloud.

The sky is spinning, whirling past as trails of stars blur together. The moon is little but glowing white dots, rapidly switching phases.

You’ve never seen something so beautiful.

“This is the night,” Khonshu says as the spinning stops, freezing the spiraling constellations on the night you were looking for.

“This is surprisingly painful,” Steven shouts.

You hurry to grab your phone, scanning the stars.

“I know, I’m sorry! But it’s working,” you call.

Khonshu collapses to his knees as Steven says, “I can feel my energy leaving me.” The head cover disappears as he loses control of the night sky. He reaches up again, holding it long enough for you to finish scanning.

“I got it! 29 degrees north, 25 east.” Steven collapses, and you tuck your phone away to hold him.

He crawls to you, coughing and trying to control his racing breaths. You help him stand, but it doesn’t do much. He faints as soon as you let go, falling face-first on the sand.

“Steven!” you shout.

“Hey, Steven?” No response. “Marc? Come on, idiots. Where are you? Marc, come on.”

You keep trying until you give up and start dragging the poor man across the sand, but it doesn’t last for long.

Headlights blind you as a car speeds toward the two of you. Shortly followed by gunfire.

“Shit, why do you have to be so heavy?” you grunt. “Oh my god, fine.” Reaching the top, you toss the body over the hill rather unceremoniously, racing down and hopping in the car.

The other car circles you as you duck down, grabbing any weapons you can find. The men step out and start inspecting Steven/Marc, and you take the opportunity to sneak out.

Striking up a flare, the red glow immediately catches their attention.

You hear them yelling before they make a sharp turn and start shooting again. You drop the flare and run around the other side, readying another.

Just as the truck pulls to a stop by the van, you run out, tossing the flaming signal onto the top of the bed, where there was plenty of ammunition just waiting to be exploded. It doesn’t take long for the fuse to spark.

It’s safe to say that you receive a small firework show, and both bodies tumble out with no sign of getting back up anytime soon. If at all.

When you turn around, you immediately shriek.

“OH MY GOD!”

Steven stares back at you, now completely fine and a bit confused.

“…What?” he asks.

You shove him lightly. “Don’t scare me like that, Иисус Христос [Jesus Christ]. I could’ve thrown a flare at you.”

Steven meekly apologizes and your anger dissipates, so you wave to the car.

“C’mon. We’d better get going if we’re going to catch up to Harrow.”

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By the time you’re almost at the tomb, the sun has begun to rise.

“We can’t lose more time,” you grumble finally, breaking the silence. “Harrow must be headed back to this tomb.”

You bite your lip, weighing your words on your tongue. “Listen, if he’s there, we’ll need Marc.”

“No,” Steven says.

You blink. “No?”

He shakes his head. “No. See, the thing is, we made a deal, Marc and I, that when he was done with Khonshu, he would disappear for good.”

Steven glances to the mirror where you figure Marc is yelling at him.

‘But that deal didn’t involve you getting (Y/N) and us killed. That’s not gonna fly with me.’

“You made a deal?” you ask, unaware of the words of the other alter. “That he would just, never come back? Never eat, sleep, live? I understand this is a complicated situation, but both of you belong in your body equally. Besides, that would mean he would also completely disappear from my life.” You add the last bit much quieter.

“What do you mean?”

You hesitate, gripping the wheel. “Yeah, well, the guy’s kinda grown on me. Both of you have.”

‘Steven, you’re gonna make her upset, stop. Give me the body.’

“Even if he would want to ‘lone wolf’ this whole thing,” you continue, waving your hand. “I’ve been there before, and I’m not going to let you dive into a suicide mission alone.”

Ignoring the frustrated man in the mirror, Steven nods. “Yep, it’s just you and me, and the open road.” You brake hard, stifling your amusement as he jolts forward.

“We’re gonna go on foot,” you say, more of an order than a suggestion. He agrees readily, and both of you trek through the narrow path to your destination.

The shadows are a welcome relief from the heat, yet every sound has you tense. Every bit of movement could be a sniper. Every crevice could hide a hitman.

“There.” You point down to a camp. “It looks like they’re already inside, so we need to find another way to beat them to- What’s its name?”

“Uh, Ammit. She eats dead people’s souls.”

“Great. Let’s check the camp.”

Steven heads into a tent, rifling through the belongings. It’s going well, at least until a glass table reflects Marc instead of himself.

‘You look scared.’

“I’m not.”

‘You should be.’ Marc gives a wry grin that’s barely visible on the glass. ‘Without Khonshu, there’s no more suit, no more healing, no more power.’

Steven shines a flashlight directly into his eyes and blinks away the dancing spots. “Yeah, and no more you. I thought. It’s what you said, innit? But believing anything that comes out of your mouth just shows what a plonker I am.”

‘Look, I wish I could just disappear, I really do. But unfortunately, I’m still here. If you’re gonna go through with this, you gotta be smart.’ Marc hesitates a bit. ‘For (Y/N)’s sake. I’ve been in situations like this before.’

Steven shrugs. “So have I. It’s the same body, innit? It’s in there somewhere. Muscle memory and all that.” Marc rolls his eyes from the desk.

‘Yeah, I’m not sure it works that way. Just-’

“Oh, whatever,” Steven huffs, cutting him off.

‘I’m here,’ Marc calls, voice permanently in Steven’s head, even as he tries to walk away. ‘You’re not alone.’

“I know I’m not alone! I know I’m bloody not alone, I’ve got (Y/N). She’s got my back.”

Marc’s snide response shocks both of them. ‘Oh, are you in love?’ he calls. ‘You’re gonna get all of us killed.’

“And you don’t love her?” Steven snaps back, stomping down his flustered-ness to prod at the other man. “Look, I appreciate your concern, mate, I really do. But we’ve got it from here.”

As he eagerly hurries out of the tent, Marc yells from a mirror.

‘If you touch her, I swear to you, Steven. I swear, I’ll throw us off a cliff!’

Meanwhile, searching the camp, you freeze when something catches your eye. A bloodied tool, but not something modern. It’s old as fuck, from what you can tell. But the blood is fresh. Like someone stole this from the tomb and stabbed the nearest person with little regard to the trail they’d leave.

Blood covers the nearby crates. Only more reason to get out of the open.

Charging up your Widow Bites, you head to the entry point where Steven is waiting. You quickly start putting on his harness, trying to ignore how close you are by constantly glancing over your shoulder.

“I have to say, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life,” he excitedly whispers. “The adventure, I mean.” Not surprising. His love for Egyptology makes this basically the most dangerous yet exciting field study ever.

You smile. “Yeah. We want what we’ve never had.” Tightening the buckles, you can’t help but notice his breath ghosting over your cheek. “You know, family, freedom. Relationships…”

There’s a moment of connection. Your eyes meet and you don’t look away.

He’d be really easy to kiss. You know he would be. And a part of you really wants to. But not right now.

You cough a bit and look away, grabbing some gloves as you clip his harness on the rope.

“I will go down first,” you manage, voice quieter than usual. “Before I belay.”

“Yeah, of course,” Steven says. “What’s belay?”

You chuckle and wordlessly drop, reaching the bottom with little issue. What you don’t see is Marc summoning enough control to punch Steven directly in the face, partially for almost kissing you and partially for not doing it.

Underground, the oppressive heat finally relents and you let out a puff of air.

Grabbing your flashlight, you scan the room and run a finger along the dirt atop the sphinx hidden in the dark.

Before you know it, you’ve traced the signature hourglass of the Red Room.

“Shit,” you whisper. Before you can focus on it for too long, shouting from behind you causes you to whip around.

Steven tumbles down the entrance, falling flat on his back with a grunt. You help him up, dusting him off a bit.

“There you go,” you chuckle.

He blushes a bit. “I kinda wish you hadn’t seen that.” You shrug, smiling.

He glances up, eyes widening. “Oh, wow, look at you…” It’s your turn to blush now, almost giggling at the feeling in your chest before you notice that he’s looking at the sphinx, not you.

“Oh, yeah. They really are… gorgeous, aren’t they?” You’re staring at Steven as you speak. “They’re just, they’ve been standing guard for centuries.”

He nods excitedly. “Right! Look, I just- If they sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage, I’d be thrilled. I’d shit myself,” he adds, “but I’d be thrilled.”

“Did… did you do this?” Steven asks, pointing to the hourglass drawing.

Reluctantly, you nod.

“Force of habit… the… The Red Room protocol was to leave the emblem wherever we went. A subtle reminder that Dreykov’s power went beyond borders.” You gesture to the symbol. “A reminder that he was all-powerful.”

You chuckle ruefully, pointing to the symbol. “Even without the pheromone lock, without his agents, he’s still controlling me.”

Steven notices the way you’re voice has quieted, how your usually-relaxed posture has slumped in on itself.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, as if the stone sphinx can hear him.

In an instant, you’re brushing it off.

“Yeah. No, it’s fine, really,” you say, confident once more and hurriedly striding down the dark hallway.

The path twists and turns, disorienting you until you freeze in a small room.

“It’s a maze,” you huff.

Steven can’t help his quip. “It’s a-maze-ing.”

“No,” you snort before pointing around. “Like, there are six paths.”

The man behind you starts muttering to himself as you scan the room. A familiar smell lingers in the air, one you would know anywhere, even if it is hidden by the smell of sand and dust.

Gunpowder.

A few bullet shells lie in the sand.

“What were they shooting at?” you whisper. No one else should be here except Harrow’s dig team.

Steven begins tracing on the center table, much like you had. When you notice a shape forming, you step closer to inspect it.

“This whole structure is the Eye of Horus,” he says. “Look at that. It’s the royal symbol, protection in the afterlife.”

You nod, keeping up with the research you’d done. “But, the resources needed…” The epiphany hits you. “Ammit’s final avatar was a pharaoh.”

“Woah, a bloody pharaoh,” Steven gasps.

“So, do you think this is a map?” you ask, not wanting to disturb the drawing.

“Right. The Eye of Horus is also the eye of the mind, yeah? Representing the six senses, six points. The eyebrow denotes thoughts. Pupil, sight, obviously.”

He continues pointing about the shape. “This point here is, uh, hearing. Smell, touch. And this long line ending in a spiral, is the tongue.”

“An avatar would be Ammit’s voice,” you mutter.

Both of you turn to the corresponding tunnel at once, heading down it together. It ends in an open room, still very musty smelling but less claustrophobic than the previous areas.

You explore for only a few seconds before Steven’s gagging.

“Oh my- Oh my god, is that fresh blood?” he manages. “Isn’t that little chunks of meaty bits?”

You nod in affirmation, really hoping he doesn’t hurl. That’s when you notice canopic jars, very full of organs and coated in very fresh blood. It hasn’t even crusted.

Another bloodied tool lies on the operating table.

You’d read about doctors and sorcerers buried with a pharaoh to protect him from intruders, but this? Checking down the exit hallway, you only see a thick trail of blood.

“Okay, okay,” you hiss, glancing up to the secondary level. “Steven, there might be a way out up there, go check.”

He clambers up with a bit of help from you, wood creaking and echoing around the stone walls.

“So, according to the ancient texts, Ammit should be bound to an ushabti, a little stone statue thingy.” You let him geek out a bit before gunfire stops your heart right in its tracks.

“Harrow,” you say, just loud enough for Steven to hear.

“What are they shooting at?”

You don’t have time to respond when a sickening clicking sound comes from right outside the door.

“Hide. Hide,” Steven calls.

With nowhere to go, you duck down by the table.

The clicking grows ever closer until you spot something, mangled and grotesque, tossing a barely-alive digger onto the stone surface.

The stabbing and squelching sound that follows is enough for you to know that some more jars are about to be filled.

In all honesty, you’ve heard worse, so you silently exhale and try to stay as still as possible.

That plan gets shot the moment you shift and bump a jar.

Wincing, you silently shift away from the table, steadying your breathing as the clicking grows more aggressive. From Steven’s hiding spot, a loud creak rises up and the creature -whatever is it is- jumps atop the table to search for the source of the sound.

You can hear it start climbing the wall, fighting to get to Steven. And that just won’t do.

With a click of a button, you fire off an electrical blast from your gauntlets. It stuns the mummified man, who falls to the table.

Steven shouts with a force you’ve never heard from him and topples a shelf, effectively crushing it.

“I squished it. I squished it,” he whispers.

“Yes,” you say, forcing an encouraging tone. “You definitely squished it, now come on.”

He clambers down the ledge with no semblance of grace, and you take his hand, rushing through the hallway to want you hope will be your destination.

As you’re stepping across shattered stones, a grin finally forms on your face.

This is it. The walls are lined with hieroglyphs, gilded statues line the chamber.

And a sarcophagus lies in the center, water surrounding it.

“Oh, my days,” Steven whispers. “First ones in. Tomb fit for a pharaoh. Thutmose II, Nefertiti, it’s gotta be one of the big ones.”

You point to the sarcophagus, eyes narrowing.

“Steven?”

“Yeah?”

“Those aren’t hieroglyphs. That’s…”

You speak at the same time. “Macedonian.”

He mutters to himself, inspecting the writing. Thoughts spilling out as his mouth races to keep up with his mind.

“I think we’re looking at the long-lost tomb of Alexander the Great,” he concludes. You understand why he’s excited, but a part of you also knows that now is not the time. Not when you’re in a time crunch.

Setting your hands on the lid, you nod for Steven to join you.

“Everything inside me is, like, screaming not to open this thing,” he says nervously.

“Well, it’s either us or Harrow. Your pick.” You know it’s a bit unfair, but it works.

He sets his hands by yours, bracing himself.

You raise a brow. “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

[quitealotofsodapop]

Part 3 of: @justweirddino sending in funny and accurate asks.

As always I have put transcripts in the alt image descriptions.

The Gold and Silver twins probs have a massive list of enemies and vengances they want resolve, but they're so absent-minded that they frequently forget just why they dont like that person/what they did. They def find their own names among their "black book" of enemies and are just puzzled.

They haven't unlocked his friendship events yet. Gotta feed and talk to Macaque everyday like a Stardew Valley npc before he unloads his trauma.

MK is willing to use the Staff if it means conflict resolution. He will use it to threaten others to be nice.

Oh gosh, I love the idea of Huntsman having legit rizz, but it completely flies over Sandy's head. FIshman is sweet but damn he bad at responding to obvious romantic signs. X3

Wukong saw glowsticks become a thing and would spend ages trying to figure out How. Why stick glow when cracked/bended? Why no heat? Why did people scream when he tried drinking the yucky liquid inside at the discotech? He did't have his Staff handy for their introduction, so the second the Staff is no longer sealing DBK, Wukong tries cracking the Staff to see if it glows. He breaks his knee instead. Macaque laughed while MK was just puzzled Why.

The second Macaque is gone; Wukong turns into a mega-bachelor again. Hyper impulsive, binge-watching Monkey Cop, eating nothing but peaches and takeout. The second Mac gets back from the moon, its like walking into a house after a frat party. He def yells at Wukong to clean up his mess.

Nudity is canon. Wukong busted out the furnace naked cus it burned his clothes off.

DEFINETELY. Wukong is gotdang short already (apparently less than 1.3m/4.26 ft in the book), and Macaque being just a little taller would get so on his nerves! XD Even if both monkeys (unglamoured) reach about the height of a teenager, Wukong is def wearing lifted shoes. Macaque taunts him about it endlessly.

Oh gosh, I have an idea for TMKATI-au in Chapter 3; where Pigsy and Tang are "whisper-arguing" in the kitchen while Shadowpeach are in the restaurant sheltering from the rain.

Pigsy: "I'm not about to harbor a pair of shady demons just cus they look pathetic in the rain!" Tang, the one who brought them there: "Aww, c'mon Piggy!" *whispers* "They're having a kid and it looks like they got kicked out or something..." Pigsy: *annoyed snort* Macaque, hearing the convo cus ears: "...Wukong do you honestly believe this place is safe?" Wukong: "Uh yeah - I order from here all the time!" Macaque: *judgemental glare* Wukong, laughes nervously: "Haha...Ok. I'm not 100% sure. Honestly I was thinking about how we're gonna get some food... You're in a... vunerable condition and I want to make sure we're at atleast fed and warm before deciding anything major. You know... future-wise." Macaque: *sighs tiredly* Pigsy & Tang, eavesdropping via kitchen counter: *looks at one another* Tang: *gives puppy-dog eyes* Pigsy, conflicted growling: "Grr... OK FINE! They can stay for some dinner and maybe crash on the futon for a bit. But once the rain clears off, I'm kicking them out!"

(Pigsy procedes to not kick them out, and instead over the course of the late-evening meal decides to hire Wukong/let the two monkeys stay in the empty top floor of the building. He's bad at saying no to Tang and bad at turning away sad-looking rain-soaked monkeys.)

I always love these ask-ins, even if I ramble a little off-topic with the ideas they gave me! As always ty @justweirddino !

I put the slightly rauchier ones under read more.

This one is 100% a line Tang has said aloud and in front of polite company without batting an eye. He has no shame.

Macaque and Wukong too. Gotta make sure anyone within striking distance knows that you're both taken. By eachother. Macaque says it to tease, Wukong says it as a warning.

And finally, an ask @justweirddino actually messaged me about ahead of time due to it being about a rather... spicy topic revovling around the immortal monkeys not understanding modern slang terms. Had to put it in two screenshot to fit.

XD

Nezha has most modern slang downloaded into his brain by the time he gets to earth. Not to use, but to decipher.

Wukong is def the person to remember a random detail from a movie trailer from years ago and take what the trailer says at face value. Also the thought of him randomly declaring that a movie mom is a MILF, serious-faced as the others look at him like he grew three heads (again), is sending me XD

[hanzhen0506]

~’My Buttercup’~

Hello! Its Zhan! This is a Dohoon imagine about getting caught by Hanjin 🫣. I would like to warn that this is kinda suggestive, so if you feel uncomfortable you may choose to not read this. I hope you can enjoy this story as it is a new genre I want to write, please send feedbacks if there are any too! Enjoy!

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“Kim Dohoon! Give it back!” I chased after him throughout the room, trying to take the letter I used to write for him, feeling embarrassed. “Im not finish though!” He said jumping over the bed and continue reading loudly. “Even though I accidentally turn on the sprinklers on him, he still looked good and we have not stopped the eye contact.” “STOP!” I said jumping towards him making us land on the bed as he giggled. With the given chance I snatch the letter of his hands and quickly sat up, looking away from him embarrassed. He then sat up too and hugged me from behind. “Buttercup, do you know why I call you buttercup?” I shake my head in response as he continued. “Because theres a myth in a buttercup flower, that if you hold their chin, it can supposedly reveal the fondness of ones butter. If i hold you like this.” He hold me gently by the chin. “I can see the fond look you give me everytime. Thats why I couldnt stop looking at your eyes even when the sprinkler turned on.”

I smiled at his action and hold his face giving him a peck on the lips, he reciprocated back and kissed me on the cheek. “Didnt you say I was ruthless like the character buttercup.” I mocked him and he pouts and whined. “Your ruining the moment!” I giggled at his reaction and kissed him, hushing his whines. He kissed me back deeper and we then start to makeout. I was then lead on Dohoon’s lap as we continued. He carefully hold my head and body as if I was made of glass, and I circled my arms around Dohoon’s neck. Pulling him deeper even if its not possible. His kisses always have a honey-like taste that I could easily get addicted too everytime. Our lips felt like 2 pieaces fit perfectly as a puzzle too.

We made out for a long time that we never noticed the door opening and a “hah!!” Sound interrupted us. “Im so sorry Dohoon-hyung!” Hanjin said, closing his eyes as he tried to close the door. We looked at the door and I heard Dohoon’s sigh. “The moments goneeee” He whine hiding between my shoulder and neck as I pat his head. “Come on, atleast we know dinner’s ready right?” I tried to comfort him and he looked up at me. “Nuhuh, Hanjin knows what we’re doing, I dont think Im ready to see him yet.” He pout and hid back. I giggled and continue patting him on the head. The silence was very loud, yet comforting, “I love you.” I said iut of the blue, and I could feel Dohoon’s smile on my skin as he replied back. “I love you too my buttercup.”

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(Please do not steal my works!)

[tonydaddingham]

lmao guess whos activated ✨blathering oaf mode✨ again (clue: its me)

(cut because length and spoilers, read at your own peril)

so this post got me spiralling into detective mode again and yes i know douglas suggesting it might have been war/pollution but i have certified trust issues™ and i dont believe that for one darn second

BUT

i also don't think it's a kiss. lemme explain horrifically

so i took another look at the two frames we have of The Leaked Smooch™ and the background has a lot to be desired (if you take into account that the boys are taking up most of the frame (duh), plus already fairly average quality video PLUS compression from when i captured it)

but i think we can safely rule out that The Leaked Smooch™ doesn't happen in the theatre here, mainly because even though the quality is bad, the glasses in the Smooch™ are crowley's modern ones, not the ones we saw him wear in the 1941 flashback in s1, plus his hair is differently styled... so yes can pretty confidently say this is not the kiss we are looking for

so i wanted to pinpoint what era the theatre bit is actually set in, and therefore i set about identifying the theatre in question. turns out kids that im not a good researcher (despite it literally being my job) so it took FUCKING AGES but i eventually found set photos of the boys entering a theatre, specifically the hippodrome in bo'ness:

now this was a turn-up for the books, because that's crowley's 1941 costume right??? id recognise that iconic fit anywhere. az's costume is trickier to pinpoint bc he wears the same damn thing but pretty sure this is a match to the church scene:

so we know from s1 that we have the church scene yada yada, and crowley offers aziraphale a lift home... which we know he accepts given that the s2 trailer gives us the ✨Dinner of '41✨ scene:

the other bit however to this puzzle is that there ALSO a set pic of aziraphale at the hippodrome in his magician's outfit. given the frame from the trailer where he looks like he's about to brick it going on stage, surrounded by lovely burlesque girlies and dame siân phillips in period dress, AND there were extras on the set dressed in ww2-type army uniforms, so i think it can be fairly surmised that this bit also occurs in the 40s

so my thought process is that we're getting two separate scenes (kinda) from the 40s, we have the church bit from s1 plus the Dinner of '41 scene as its own entity, but then, like

aziraphale is doing his magic act as a side hustle to this burlesque show? and crowley turns up to watch him, hiding out up in the box?

if we follow this completely made up narrative ive just come up with, aziraphale, im assuming, finishes up and gets changed into his normal clothes, and then goes up to this box to meet crowley?

to this end, i captured and slowed down the bit in the opening sequence where aziraphale and crowley (sorry douglas, not buying it) are in the box... and-

now to my eye, the motion of them in the clip looks like they are dancing? i don't have the source to hand but we've had it confirmed that a choreographer was brought into s2, not impossible az would go up to meet crowley after his magic act, whilst there's still something going on on the stage, and the two end up dancing or something? and az bless his heart gets spooked from that?

im reasonably convinced that this might be the origin of the 'you go too fast for me' line - something happens and ultimately aziraphale gets spooked given that he's only just realised he has Feelings for crowley, and so my boy fucking legs it (a lil post i made a while ago about this exact scenario if you'd care to peruse)

other thing to note:

there is a figure that is lurking behind aziraphale and crowley in the box, which looks like it moves specifically in sync with crowley, so it could be a shadow, or someone/thing is in the box that they aren't aware of 👀 so maybe this thing (?) witnesses it all? whatever went down in the box?

so in my addled feral mind, ive come up with a speculation that even as im breathing life into it sounds unhinged and so implausible it's hilarious -

i put to you, members of the jury, that something was meant to happen in that box, and it didn't... that something being that crowley makes a move of some kind - kiss, dance, hug, declaration, WHATEVER - and aziraphale was meant to accept it/reciprocate/idk, but didn't.

and that fucks with the plan, and for lack of better terminology creates a nexus event (lmao thanks loki) which in turns starts screwing with other events, somewhat like i theorised in this post here tehe

are aziraphale and crowley, essentially, the earth's endgame? idk about u but ive read enough angst fics to know that it's not inconceivable that crowley and aziraphale's mere existence may have been part of god's plan to represent free will on earth, defend humankind, and give balance and meaning to it

so what would happen if aziraphale essentially rejected that? did the most human thing possible and resisted the plan? idk i feel at this point i am just writing a fic and this will all be ludicrously incorrect bUT half the fun is torturing yourself over your own theories right 🙃

[helluvabossrewrite45]

Hello, I just wanna say that your scene rewrites are amazing. Seeing Stars has got to be one of my favourites.

On the topic of Octavia, I agree that Viv and her team missed an opportunity with Via. To me in the context of the narrative, Octavia can be a tragic character that is screwed over by the writing. It is implied that she takes after Stolas with her love of astronomy as their form of bonding. Yet, she slowly watches her father drift away from them and is probably wondering if they—she even matters to him. You’re just watching a parent that you had a close bond to just leave you behind because they found someone else that captivated their interest. On top of the divorce that is currently going on would leave a child feeling doubtful.

I also just never understood why the writers want to keep having her being mad at her dad, even though they say that Stella has clearly been ruining the family, yet it’s his fault? Half the time the writing seesaws on Stella and Via’s dynamic because the only time she does care is when Stolas is there and…I get that could be counted as gaslighting, but the character lacks subtlety that it’s hard to tell when she’s always yelling. More often she doesn’t even care for her with two episodes implying this.

I just in general feel frustrated with this family because either avenue could be interesting if the writers took it seriously enough but they don’t and instead choose spur of the moment scenes that we have to use as jigsaw puzzle with some pieces not fitting because world building barely matters.

Sorry for the ramble. You’re version or fix it is probably one of my top favourites for the characters because I can definitely see the use of the loosely outlined jigsaw puzzle. Have a nice day/evening.

Thank you anon, im glad you like my rewrites

I agree 100% with via, they did the same thing with moxxie to her, that being repeating the same arc again of her being mad at her dad but forgive him in the end. It kind of shows that just like moxxie, they didnt know what to do with her which is a shame because the small details she has are there to be fully explored, but they never explore them. Like her and music, she oftens listens it even at the dinner table and with stellas reaction to the cheating affair, we can peice a puzzle of her doing it as a coping mechanism; escaping her problems through distraction. And with seeing stars main plot is around via running away to see a meteor shower, it would've been perfect to explore that side of her along with more knowledge of the family in general to piece this puzzle their giving (like the relationship with her mom, her uncle, the rest of their family, how they react to the situation, how their currently dealing with it, etc...) through flashbacks (since the whole point would've been that these issues wont go away no matter how much you try to ignore them) And yes, her closeness with her father drifting away is definitely tragic and its sucks that it wasnt futhered explored, especially with the entire goetta situation as a whole since were in season 2 and we dont even know how they reacted to it. It makes me wonder why even give us these pieces to solve properly if its so little that it makes it pretty impossible without theorizing from any vague info we have and thats not how problem solving works.

And yes, its odd that shes only mad at stolas but never to stella. I mean, i get she would be on her moms side because of him cheating but still with how stella is written, you'd think she'd hate her too. In this rewrite, stella would actually be subtle in her abuse to stolas in a way where you can still recognise it but also understand why other (like via) wouldnt. An example of this would be my first post where her and stolas confront each other about the divorce, the quote; '-or did you forget? Like you always do?'. Its meant to showcase her most common tactics, shaming. From her background (that i'll explain further in her own post), she oftens picks up things from her family, which shaming is included. She would shame stolas whenever he makes a mistake or does something she doesnt approve of (like if he wore a suit she didnt like, she would say; 'you know were meeting your family right? You think they want to see their son of royalty in that sort of wear?' or them arguing on how much time via should spend on her astronomy lessons; 'Shes going to be a future you and what, you wanna just, make her lazy, huh?!' (or even 'I didnt think you'd care that less for your own daughter....') See these are what you could recognise as shaming but also understand why people may not consider it so, potentially using excuses like 'oh shes probably right because its royalty/she just cares about looking good enough for her family' or 'oh she just cares for her daughter and her future' (ironically enough, those are kind of what fans AND the show itself use as an excuse for stolas lmao) but just because via doesnt recognise stella's abusive tendencies, doesnt mean she isnt upset with her. She very much is, mainly with stella's aggressiveness as stella developed anger issues throughout her life and didnt have anything to help it. Via hates it whenever stella yells because of course she would be, no one likes angry loud noises! Its just that unlike with stolas, shes not as open with her frustration to her mother because shes genuinely scared of her from that aggression that makes it much more harder to truly express her feelings about her, instead keeping it to herself along with her feelings towards how the rest of the family is reacting to it given that it just feels too much for her to be involved in. So the reason why shes only open on being mad at stolas is despite what he did, he's the only one she feels safe in being mad about (I mean, she does have andrealphus as someone safe to an extent though he's very dismissive of telling her whats going on with the goetias and definetly doesnt take being wrong well like stella so hes not much better) that way, it'd be more understandable and futher peice the puzzle of their family and their dynamic. Family itself is quite complicated because of the nuances it has behind it and i wanna incorporate that to the goetias were their not fully evil but tend to care about their statuses rather then whats right in front of them (that being them as a family) since i think its interesting to explore and wouldve suit stolas, stella and octavia really well.

No need to apologise for rambling, i like getting asks of peoples thoughts/ideas on helluva. Hell look, im rambling too. I hope you enjoy the future rewrites i have in store, have a nice day/evening too

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i do not know how to feel about this but here it is and here you go :o ?

1/1

and you split me open with a knife. I’m battling monsters, half-monkey, half-tarantula, I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say I’ll give you anything. But you never come through.

"You saved my life. I would be dead right now if it weren't for you, Evan...I owe you everything.” “No, you don’t owe me a thing...I did what I had to. You owe me fuckall.”

a playlist if you want cuz i love wasting my time doing everything but studying for my a levels 🫡

a preview i guess?

 ii. But I can’t look at him, can hardly speak, 

I took the bullet for all the wrong reasons, I’d just as soon kill you myself, I say.    

It hadn’t been some kind of epiphany, some massive realisation that left him with this hole in his heart in the shape of the boy he’d been calling his best friend for five years then. No, the revelation had been a scattered puzzle with pieces he had tried and failed and tried finding over five long, sad, desperate years, an awareness that seeped into his being over time, sinking its fingers into his heart-meat and clawing itself a home. Only last year, in a drunken conversation with Pandora over the Tel, had he finally admitted to himself what his feelings meant, and he hadn’t mentioned it ever since.  

When Pandora had asked when, he hadn’t known. How and when and where and why, he’d asked himself later, and tried to find answers by numbing himself with vodka before sticking his fingers in his brain and thumbing through his memories. He didn’t find any that night. Or the weeks that followed. It wasn’t till three months after, when he’d been summoned home by a howler his mother had sent, telling him off for not visiting and reminding him that one day there may be no one to visit, pressing on about how old she and Evan’s father were getting, and finally ordering him home for a family Christmas dinner.  

It’d been a picture that had finally jogged his memory, one that Regulus had sent to him in a letter the summer before their fifth year. The summer Barty had spent at the Black’s, a house that was already missing a son, one that accepted Barty without hesitation. The picture hadn’t been anything special; Barty in front of 12 Grimmauld place, grinning his simpering grin and Evan had remembered then, the surge of emotions that he had felt when he’d seen the picture. Emotions he couldn’t even recognize back then, let alone name. 

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Small headcanon/moment

Kidge addition:

(This is my first time doing this in a long while.)

Okay, so picture me this. It's a nice sunny, cloudy day. A nice breeze. And the two paladins decide to go on a walking date. Like, to walk around the town, check out some small stores, get food, and look at small pop-up stands. It's similar to a shopping date but just wandering around and kind of enjoying the surroundings. Given that pidge and keith don't like being outside, that much.

They would probably endure it for one another. Anyways...

Their having a good time. Looked at some cool street performers, small attractions, and mural art that's along the builds they passed. Got some food and small snacks. Entered a few stores, especially the nerd stores that involved comics, toys, and games. (For mostly pigde) Keith didn't really care where they went, just as long as he was with her, and she was happy.

One of the stores they entered was a book store. Even if they both prefer to do their own thing, like training or tinkering. They both do like reading a good book or comic every once in a while with each other or in each others presents.

They entered the book store and it was 2 stores. Pidge, being a bit more excited, is in awe.

"OMG, this place is two stores!! And they have a manga and comic section. ARE THOSE LEGOS I SEE NEAR THE PUZZLES!?!?!" (Some book stores have toys for mostly little kids and also puzzles. Dont come at me.)

"Hm. This place is bigger than i thought. Where do you wanna start pidge?" As keith turns to face his girlfriend, he sees that she has disappeared.

Keiths mind went blank. His face is emotionless for a good few moments till it turns into worry.

'I lost her... she disappeared...shes missing..' his head is racing with statements and questions.

'How the fuck did she do that?!?! Where did she go?!?!? Please tell me that she didn't leave?!?! OH GOD, i lost her?!? Matt is gonna kill me. No shiro is gonna kill me. No. Everone is gonna kill me!!!'

Next thing you know, keith is on a pidge hunt and freaking himself out.

'This place is huge! And she's so small! This book store ate my girlfriend and i can't find her!!!!'

Soooo

Keith is losing it as he walks by the toy area.

"Not here. Not here. Not here. Not....... wait a minute"

As he slowly walked to the previous aisle. And there he sees his girlfriend with a small basket of books looking at Lego sets.

*sigh of relief*' Oh, thank god', keith thought to himself.

"Hmm, this one looks cool. Oh, this one, too. Heheh. Hm. Oh, Keith! Which one of these looks cooler? this Star Wars battle ship looks good and hard, but so does this Avengers set. Oh, and there's some cute plant sets as well, and the typewriter, too!" Pidge was having a grand old time looking and picking through the sets.

Keith walks over to pidge. Goes to give her a back hug and digs his face into her neck. Sighing from the relief he felt.

"Huh? You good?" Pidge asks while being semi confused.

"Please don't do that again"

"Do what again?"

They both continued on with looking through the bookstore. As keith was making very sure not to lose this short paladin again.

She showed him the Lego sets she likes the most, some books she thought looked interesting and some books for him that he might like.

He ended up paying for the Legos, and she bought the books. After walking a little more, they decided to finally head home and have a movie, dinner, and Lego building kind of night.

(Headcanon: keith loses pidge in a store because she's short)

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*˖ ⊹ ────────  lore dump.

this is just a little collection of explanations about where my characters currently are physically, emotionally, career-wise, etc. it's mainly for me to keep myself straight with my ideas and their development but uhhh also to make sense if i drop any of it in a post. that's all ! read or don't read at your discretion ! don't matter to me.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  alistair castillo.

i really don’t imagine his life changes much from day to day to be totally honest………. there is nothing new happening in his life he’s still just being a menace upon new york and giving people sick ass tattoos.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  brady ackerman.

he’s been wound up in a lot of different projects and probably running himself into overdraft; busy filming the next season of his show, and also alongside it trying to finish out a manuscript for the next book he’s supposed to be writing, all while flying all over the world in just a handful of weeks. hasn’t touched down in new york for more than a few days in the past 2 months but hey at least he’s successful right. right guys. right. haha. he's not tired at all. don't look at his dark circles for too long. 

*˖ ⊹ ────────  caleb williamson.

christmas is a pretty big time for his little side gig selling rare records online, so that picked up quite a bit even as his music lessons kind of trailed off as kids went off on winter holiday. it’s also just been rly quiet for him because obviously christmas didn’t go very well as family dinners never really go well at the willamson/michaelson house and then luvena has been either away or rotting in her room so there’s not really been much for him to do if levi and trinity arealso preoccupied (with each other? idk i dont god mod 👀. ) he did do a really successful new years eve show i think that he’s proud of but mainly it’s just been his little side hustle and now as lessons are picking back up.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  clementine bailey.

so clem is still in the process/paperwork of buying the diner, all the bank loans and everything like that but she is now effectively in charge of it which has definitely been ! a big deal ! her and loren moved into a new apartment and clem has yet to even unpack most of her boxes because she’s spending a lot of time at the diner going over all the financials and trying to teach herself how to handle the back end of a business instead of just the front half. it’s A Lot and she’s definitely Stressed and crying a lot and everyone has been getting 3am baked thumb print cookies, but don't even worry about her !

*˖ ⊹ ────────  damien clarke.

christmas is always the best but busiest time of year for retail so i imagine damien has been putting in a lot of extra effort to make sure that it’s special !! he did some big holiday toy drives alongside some local charities, but since the christmas rush has kind of fallen off and times are slower he’s now just trying to get through the pile of bookkeeping and administrative stuff that he needs to worry about. i have been playing with the idea of him running a very limited indie comic publishing thing out of the back office of his shop, having started with the one done by him & honey and now kind of expanding to artists who maybe don’t have the funds or ability to afford printing and stuff themselves but………… idk the logistics of that yet so it’s definitely just an idea in his head that’s in the early stages. he’s having fun with it. honestly he's having a great time.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  eli russo.

again i don’t think his daily life has much variation. working security at a show venue a few evenings a week and still coaching the Youth ™ w/ boxing a few days a week… sometimes he does do like 14 hour days which is a bit unfortunate and his schedule is all over the place which is bad for the brain that can barely remember what day it is on a good week but you know!!! his memory has been slightly improving thanks to all of the puzzles & all that stuff!!! so like good for him!!! go off king!! 

*˖ ⊹ ────────  elijah guiterrez.

again i just brought him here so i don’t really think things have been particularly outstanding in his life. just him and carmen doing their little school thing idk. he’s working as a TA in among all the other school stuff he’s doing i suppose.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  esther thomas.

lowkey i think she’s started dropping off from doing auditions all together… like she’s so bored of them, and getting anywhere in the snow and cold is rough, so while she hasn’t admitted it to anyone or even necessarily herself she’s just like. not been looking. kind of giving up on her dream but doesn’t want to admit that because then that means her parents were right. but like really she’s resigned herself to the bartending life. otherwise nothing new.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  grace bao.

she’s been stuck in this hellish domestic civil lawsuit at the moment that’s eating up practically all of her spare time because the judge and the defense are assholes and she has gotten competitive about it, alongside all of her Daughter Responsibilities for her parents and their millions of holiday and new years parties. grace does nothing but work, eat, be miserable at charity dinners, work some more, and maybe sleep right now. that’s her whole social life. 

*˖ ⊹ ────────  jackson ruíz.

construction is fairly seasonal work so while he’s still working he’s not as busy as he usually is, and also it’s winter and everything is depressing, so he’s definitely been deep into hermit “i haven’t seen you in a week” mode. especially with giselle kind of flying out to conferences and stuff there hasn’t been much reason for him to get out of his apartment. he’s in a Depression Era but hey ! it happens ! 

*˖ ⊹ ────────  kal sekh.

i think the news of eren’s diagnosis has had quite an effect on kal, especially having to keep it a secret from everyone and also because she doesn’t want as much support for it as he feels like he should be giving, so he’s slipping a little bit into old habits again and overworking himself into the ground so he doesn’t have to rly stop and think about what’s happening. double shifts and insomnia are back baby !!!!!!!!!

*˖ ⊹ ────────  kas peters.

just came out of a period where he had a few different mural commissions going on all at the same time and he was much busier than he’s usually used to so now he is simply basking in the fact that he doesn’t have to worry about funds broke-ass artist bitch but also that he doesn’t have anything to do. just kind of vibing. fucking around with his art in his room. fucking around w/ gabriella’s emotions. you know how it is. no cares in the world for this guy.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  minji kyung.

around new years she had the opening of her studio !! so she’s been very busy, not really making art but she’s been spending a lot of her time at the gallery/studio. this is a really big change from her because she’s kind of lacked purpose or a project for a really long time that i imagine she’s just really happy and really excited ??? but also probably very daunted because she feels like she doesn’t belong or doesn’t have the skills to do it properly yano. 

*˖ ⊹ ────────  reid baker.

he took a little vacation time off since his work is also pretty seasonal to go back and visit his parents on the farm, but mostly his life has been no different except he’s been shovelling snow off the central park steps instead of just being a glorified gardener. honestly he’s pretty chill he doesn’t have the braincells to be anything except chill.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  sebastián dominguez-herrera.

this bad boy went on tour !!! first it was america, and following that he did a few shows in europe & south america. he’s also been working on his next album in between, but he’s at a bit of a stand still with that one because he isn’t feeling ~ inspired ~ and he’s kind of groggy and thinks he’s sick all the time because all the travelling + the winter that he’s not really used to. drama queen never experienced seasonal depression before and hes getting a little taste of it.

*˖ ⊹ ────────  wren noor.

i think wren is starting to actually reconsider the kinds of things she wants to do with her life and the degree she already has now… i think maybe she’s looking into online courses at other universities where she might be able to finish her masters but also is considering a career change totally… she’s been spending way more time on the roof with her telescope and getting excited about that stuff again as she heals, but definitely is still cautious,,, anyway she's been doing her research.