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[merrybloomwrites]

It's Just One of Those Days

Summary: Working at Smosh means getting used to seeing people play crazy characters. One thing you're not prepared for is your crush flirting with you while dressed as a darts character based off of Fred Durst.

Word Count: 1.7K

AN: This is based of a request and I got a few messages/comments of people looking forward to this so I hope you all enjoy! So fun to write (and to have a reason to watch this video again)

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Working in the art department at Smosh means that there’s rarely a dull moment. The props and sets you need to make are often random, confusing, and challenging. It’s the perfect job, and you love every strange minute of it.

The section of the art room that you work in is closest to the door, and people are always coming and going. It’s fun to see everyone and say quick hellos as they pass which always brightens your day.

By far your favorite person to see is Spencer. You’ve been harboring a crush on him for a while now, somehow managing to keep it a secret from him and the rest of your coworkers. Or so you think. 

Your paths don’t cross all that often, games not requiring new sets or props as frequently as main and pit do. It’s more likely he’ll stop by to get a costume for a character that he’s doing. Since there’s a changing room back there, people will often come in looking normal and leaving looking, well, different. 

And it’s the highlight of your day any time that happens, especially when it’s Spencer. He’s always goofing around, speaking in the silly voices he’ll be using for whatever video is coming up. By this point you’ve gotten used to The Chosen, as well as Spencer’s persona for all the Gentleman games. 

On one particular day, you see him come in and the two of you talk for a moment before he heads back to get his costume. You go back to your work, trying not to make it obvious that you’re waiting for him to walk by again so you can see what today’s character is.

He doesn’t walk by. Not exactly. He heelys past, accessorizing with fingerless leather gloves, and a fedora wrapped in zebra pattern and topped with wolf ears. “M’lady,” he says as he goes by, tipping his hat in your direction. The crush you have on him makes you want to like the attention, but even Spencer can’t make that hat not creepy. You’re grateful when he comes back later to change into his normal clothes, and you get to end the day talking to normal Spencer once again. 

You’d gotten to the point of working at Smosh that you thought you couldn’t be surprised by things anymore. But then came time to film the ultimate darts showdown. Shayne walks past first, dressed as The Chosen so you don’t bat an eye. Next is Courtney, dressed as Gerald Cakes. This is another character that has been around for a little while, but you hadn’t seen in a few months. And honestly, that booty always catches you off guard.

Amanda walks by, looking pretty normal. She’s put on a wig, a hat, and a jacket. Nothing too crazy. The wings she’s carrying would have made you curious when you first started, but now you don't bat an eye. 

Finally Spencer rushes through, also in a seemingly normal type of outfit, but he’s gone too quickly for you to get a good look. 

Almost two hours later they come back, all laughing and joking about things that happened during filming.

No longer running late for anything, Spencer stops by your workstation. You ask him how it went and he replies, “It’s just one of those days,” in a voice you’ve never heard from him before. 

You laugh, you’re face pure confusion before replying, “I take it you didn’t win?”

“No,” he says, still in the voice as he makes a big show of looking sad. 

“And uh, who are you?”

“Name’s Fred Darts,” he answers. When you still look confused he explains in his normal voice, “You know, like Fred Durst.”

“I don’t know who that is,” you state.

“Seriously? Like, Limp Bizkit?”

“Ok, that sounds familiar.”

“I know you know one of their songs. Behind Blue Eyes?”

“Oh, yea, that one I know. But only because a character sings it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

“That makes sense,” he says. 

“Does it?” you ask with a laugh.

“For sure! I know you’ve watched that like, ten times. I’m not surprised that you know songs only from the show,” he replies. You try not to blush at how happy it makes you that he knows this fact about you. 

“Well, I’m sorry you didn’t win the darts tournament. Was it close?”

“After me sucking for the better part of the video I finally figured it out and came in third, but I was only a point behind Shayne. Amanda won and then hit me in the head with one of her doves.”

“Doves? That explains the wings, at least. I’m sorry you didn’t win,” you say with a sympathetic look.

“Yea, kind of a bummer. But you know what would cheer me up?” 

“What’s that?”

“Going out to dinner.”

“Oh, you want to get a group together tonight?”

“No, I uh, was thinking just the two of us?” 

Internally you’re freaking out, wondering if this boy you’ve had a crush on for years is really asking you out. But externally you stay calm and say, “That sounds great!”

“Awesome. It’s a date, then. We could try that Italian place you were talking about.”

“I’d love that,” you reply with a soft smile. He matches it with a shy smile of his own and says, “I’m gonna go change, but I’ll meet back here at 5? I know you normally carpool with Katie but I can give you a ride home after.”

“Thanks, I’ll let her know I won’t need a ride today.”

“Alright, perfect. See you later, then,” he says as he turns and walks away to the changing room in the back. 

You sit there for a moment, trying to decide if that really just happened. Spencer, who you’ve been crushing on for so long, just asked you on a date. Just like that, out of the blue, while dressed as Fred Durst. 

You’re still in a trance as he walks by, now in a normal jeans and t-shirt combo. You share another shy look and he says, “Can’t wait for tonight,” and heads back to his desk.

In no time your friend, and fellow member of the art department, Katie, walks over and asks, “What in the world was that?”

“Oh, uhm, I don’t need a ride home tonight,” you say, avoiding what she really wants to know.

“Okay that’s fine. But you didn’t answer my question.”

You pause before finally saying, “I think I have a date with Spencer tonight.”

“I thought that’s what happened! That’s awesome! I’m so happy for you guys, it’s honestly been annoying watching you both flirt cluelessly. Glad you finally figured it out.”

“We did not flirt cluelessly!” you say, slightly offended, while knowing she’s probably right. 

“Oh you so did. But it doesn’t matter, you finally got your heads out of your asses. You two will be cute together.”

“Well it’s just one dinner. We’ll have to see what happens.”

“The next Smosh wedding, that’s what’s going to happen.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Now go, you’re distracting me,” you say, no heat behind your words.

“Oh sure, I’m the one distracting you,” she teasingly says as she walks back to her work. 

That night no less than ten of your coworkers see you and Spencer leaving together.

“That could be problematic,” you say.

“I think it’ll be okay,” he replies. “I found out this afternoon that there was a bet on when we’d finally go on a date.”

You’re rendered speechless for a moment before you laugh and shake your head. 

“I cannot believe how nosy the people we work with are,” you say.

“If I’m honest, I’m just impressed by their lack of meddling,” he points out. 

“I feel like we should get them back somehow.”

“I agree. But that’s a project for another day. I just want to spend tonight getting to know you better.”

And well, that’s just about the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to you. 

“I’d like that,” you reply.

That’s exactly what the two of you do. The dinner goes by too quickly, and you’re happy when Spencer suggests getting ice cream on the way home. 

It’s a little chilly out, and the cold dessert doesn’t help. When he notices you shiver, he slips out of the jacket he’s wearing and wraps it around your shoulders. Not only does the jacket warm you, but so does the sweet gesture. 

Before you know it, you’re walking up to your building, wishing the night would never end. Spencer is beside you, having insisted that he walk you to the door. 

“Thank you for tonight. I had a really nice time,” you say, knowing it’s a cliche but not caring. It’s the truth after all.

“I’m glad. And as annoying as our friends are, they’re right. It was time I finally manned up and asked you out. Can’t explain why losing at darts while dressed as Fred Durst finally gave me the courage, but I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.”

The two of you stand there for a moment, not saying anything. You watch as his eyes flick down to your lips, and decide that if he could be brave earlier and ask you out, you can be brave now. You lean in slowly, giving him the chance to pull back, but he doesn’t.

His lips meet yours, pressing against you in the sweetest kiss you’ve ever experienced. He pulls back briefly before placing two more pecks on your mouth. 

“Good night,” he says, his breath ghosting across your face, sending butterflies through your belly.

“Good night,” you manage to say. You open your door on autopilot, turning around to share one more quick kiss with Spencer before heading inside and going up to your apartment. 

Months later, you and Spencer are still going strong, and Fred Darts is brought out once more for a competition between all the previous darts characters. 

As Spencer heads to the set he stops by and asks for a kiss good luck. It seems you’re his good luck charm, because this time he comes out victorious. What he doesn’t tell you is that he doesn’t care about winning a game, since he already won the girl of his dreams.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I've got a couple more Spencer stories planned, but requests are open!

[selineram3421]

*a lot of readers loving this fic* Daaaang.

Hissy Kitty

Part 5

Part 4

Alastor X Reader

Warnings ⚠

��� deer man still trying to stay in denial, blood/gore, Italics= thoughts, partial nudity mention, Bold= time shifts, gif is reader's shadow form. ⚠

Alastor felt like he was at the end of a shotgun barrel.

He froze, his hands shaking slightly and his undead heart thumping rapidly.

Quite a daring thing to say...

Husk stared at him in slight shock and something else. Something that the deer demon couldn't decipher. The two stood still, not moving an inch, just watching who would make the first move. Almost like an old west duel.

Finally, after a long silence, one of them spoke up.

"Leave them alone."

In all honesty, the cat demon had no idea what to do about this...situation, but he knew the Radio Demon. His boss was nothing but a cruel, insane, egotistical man who wanted power and control.

"I don't give a shit about what you do to me, but I know if you hurt me, they'll hate you.", Husk said before turning to leave the radio tower. "Whatever thing you've got? It's best to get rid of it now."

And with that, the feline left.

Now Alastor was alone, just like he wanted but he couldn't get rid of the thought of what the ex Overlord had said.

He couldn't deny it any longer.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair before making his way over to his chair.

I'll avoid them like the plague... He decided.

He stayed away for two weeks.

Leaving a room whenever they stepped foot inside, staying in his room, office, or radio tower when he didn't know where they were in the hotel.

And then something snapped.

The thought was screeching in his mind, clawing at his chest, a never ending cycle of want.

He had to-

No.

Needed to tell them.

Maybe confessing would help stop that feeling.

With the last of his sanity, Alastor stepped out of his radio tower and went to search for them with the help of his shadows.

.

You were confused at first by the absence of the red dressed demon but thought nothing of it since your brother seemed happier.

Charlie had given you the new job of welcoming new guests at the front desk but well...its been very boring.

No one checks in.

Like at all. The demons that do come in ask for directions and then there's Cherri Bomb, Angel's friend who stops by for a second or two. So, you spent most of your days talking to your brother at the bar, leaving a "ring the bell for assistance" sign at the check-in counter.

You held a glass of very diluted iced catnip tea, your brother made sure to make it that way so you don't run around the hotel like last time.

"Ugh.", you hid your face in embarrassment.

I can't believe Husk planned that. That jerk! You sighed. I did enjoy the nap after though..

Then your thoughts continued until it wound up to the last conversation you had with your brother about the red dressed demon.

After telling him what happened, Husk stood up real quick and said he'd be right back. Then he came back with snacks and his poker face.

What your brother doesn't know is that you can actually read his poker face. It's very, very faint, but his ears give him away. Depending on the way that it flicks, you can tell how bad a situation is.

And his ear flicked back twice.

Which means he doesn't like the current cards in his hand.

What did he get? You wonder and sip your drink.

Some more time passes and the next time you see Alastor in the same room as you is when the King comes to visit the hotel.

Keekee is in your arms and hops out once Lucifer stops hugging Charlie.

Things take a turn after some random flapper shows up and then there are shark sinners.

"MY WINDOWS!", Nifty screeches in horror.

It goes to shit really quickly, everything is too loud, everyone is running around and trying to stay out of the shooting range of the flaming boulders, and you were overstimulated with all of the things happening at once.

"GET BEHIND THE COUNTER KIT!", Husk grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you towards the bar.

You make a face once seeing the flapper, the reason loan sharks are attacking the hotel, is hiding behind the counter.

"Oh fuck this.", you sigh and walk away.

No wonder your brother said not to come here.

Its too loud..

The banging on the door didn't stop until the Radio Demon stepped out and the screams took over.

Too loud.

"I will devour each and every one of you!"

You covered your ears in pain, wishing you brought your headset.

"ITS TOO FUCKING LOUD!", you yell out.

.

Alastor reminisces when these feelings solidified.

It was when Lucifer and Mimzy showed up at the hotel. He had his fun messing around with the King, making the short blonde feel jealous.

Then Mimzy barged in, which is not a surprise, and started chatting up with the others.

What annoyed him was when Husk mentioned the deal that he, the Radio Demon, had made. Reminding him that he too needed to stay within range so his collar didn't choke his neck.

Then after taking care of Husk, he made his way downstairs to take care of Mimzy's mess.

And that's when it happened.

As he was ripping apart some of the loan sharks, he heard screaming from inside the hotel. Turning to deal with the ones that managed to slip past him, he finds a shadow creature with multiple eyes dragging the left over sharks into the darkness.

"NO! No, no, no, no, no! AH-!", a shark screamed before the shadow tore open his stomach and ripped out his intestines.

"Kit! You gotta calm down!", Husk yelled out.

"That's your little sibling!?", Angel screeched. "What the fuck happened!?"

"It was too damn loud, that's what happened!"

The two continued to bicker as they tried to move the shadow out of the hotel.

A piece of rubble fell and Mimzy side stepped away from it. "Oops. Sorry about the mess. I'm sure the little bug can handle it."

"Mimzy.", Alastor went back to his normal size and made his way towards the hotel. "I believe it's time for you to leave. Now."

"What-? Come on, you don't mean that~", the flapper laughs. "This dump doesn't mean anything to ya! And you love taking care of me!"

"I can't have you making a mess here.", he replied. "You can stay if you want to be redeemed.", he turned to look back at the short woman. "But we both know that's not your style."

"Fine! I don't need you! Have fun at this ritzy dump and-!"

Alastor ignored the rest and walked into the hotel lobby. Husk was the only one taking care of the shadow beast, while Angel was watching whatever was going on between the two royals with the others.

"It's ok now, calm down.", the cat demon said to the shadow in the corner.

"What or who is this?", the deer demon asks and points to the shadow creature.

"Pretty sure you ain't deaf, you heard Angel yell it out.", Husk said and started..purring?

"My! I didn't know you could make such an adorable sound!", he grinned.

"Shut up!", the cat hissed quietly. "They need to calm down, loud noises only make it worse!"

"Well, why didn't you say that sooner?"

With a snap of his fingers, he teleported the three of them into his room in the greenery area.

"The only sounds in here are nature, will this do?", Alastor asked.

"Yes, this is fine.", Husk nodded before getting focused, and pulled the shadow closer. "Kit? Listen. You're ok now.", he said and started purring again.

Their shadow figure was still too large, so the radio demon decided to add in some of his white noise static, earning a look from Husker.

"It helps.", was all he said.

Slowly but surely, the shadow got smaller and smaller before going back into a familiar figure. The darkness on their form began to fade away, starting from the tips of their feet/paws.

Before the shadow fully receded, Husk held out his hand.

"Give me a blanket or somethin'."

"Whatever for?", he asked with a raised brow.

"You wanna see them naked?"

Alastor quickly took off his coat and handed it over.

In a quick motion, the cat demon covered his sibling in the red fabric and wrapped an arm around their shoulders, holding them securely as they passed out.

A few moments passed before the demon in red decided to ask his question.

"What exactly happened?"

Husk was quiet for a bit and then sighed.

"I'll let them tell you."

Now, Alastor stood in front of your hotel room.

He felt like it was as if it was his first broadcast all over again. His nerves were all over the place and his hands felt tingly.

Clearing his throat, he prepared himself and knocked on their door.

"Dear? Are you there? There is something I wish to discuss with you."

A few heartbeats later, the door opens.

"Come in."

*flops over* I'm done for now. Stay tuned.

~Seline, the person.

Part 6

Taglist@

*In comments because there are SO many*

ML I for Alastor🎙️ | HK ChL😾

[h0efor2ho]

Hi, Before I request I just wanted to say I hope you are doing well! I also couldn’t get over your writing because it was so good.

So I was wondering if I could request something else but this time about Hongjoong from ATEEZ? NSFW

I was thinking something along the lines of Hongjoong and reader dating. (Fans does not know think she’s a random Atiny at the concert.) Y/n surprises him on tour front row and when he spots her he does his best to not make it obvious that Y/n is his girlfriend.

After the concert in the hotel room, he mentions how he’s sleepy so they sleep but in the middle of the night he wakes up with a very hard cock and Y/n awake masturbating and they take care of each others issue by fucking.

This took me soooooo much longer to write then I wanted to and simply because I had SO MANY ideas for this! I absolutely LOVE this idea of reader showing up at the show and he would try so hard to act like they are just another person but ya know hes possessive lol anywhooooo I hope you enjoy :)

Hongjoong X Reader

TW : Secret relationship, getting caught masturbating, fingering, unprotected sex [ dont do this ] cream pie, use of the word slut but like in a good way, possessive yet soft HJ <3

WC : 3k

The roar of the crowd is deafening in your ears as the lights in the arena drop. The familiar beginning backtrack to Propaganda begins to play as a vrc flashes across the screens. Soon the arena is plunged into darkness, before 8 spotlights flicker to life. The crowd full of ATINYs goes crazy as Ateez walks on stage lead by none other then their leader, your boyfriend Kim Hongjoogn.

It takes one 'stage', three whole songs before any of them notice you and of course it had to be, Wooyoung. The biggest grin, forming on his face as you give him a little wave from the barricade, front and center. "Heyyyyy Captain" He says "Don't you think some of these ATINYS look familiar" His arm coming to sweep out over the crowd stopping just past your direction. 

Hongjoon gives him a puzzled look "Ugh yes we always remember our ATINY" The crowd screaming around you at his words. Giggles play through the mic as Yunho comes to lock arms with him, "Lets get a better look Captain" dragging him to the front of the stage, right in front of you. It's always Yunho at the scene of the crime you joke to yourself. Yunho gives you a big smile as he pulls Hongjoon right in front of you. "Aren't ATINY beautiful" He says again giggling. 

Hongjoon looks down into the crowd and you can tell the moment his eyes land on you. Surprise flashes in his eyes only for a second before he schools his features back. The only reason you notice is because you spend so many hours looking into those eyes. His signature smile slowly graces his face as he lifts the mic to his mouth. Eyes still locked on yours "Yes, my ATINY is beautiful" You can feel the blush creeping across your face as the crowd once again erupts in screams. Luckily by now the rest of the group has noticed your presence and come to drag Hongjoogn back to the middle of the stage so they can continue. 

The show goes off without a hitch. It was nice for you to get to see it from this angle instead of watching it from the green room on a tiny TV like you usually did. All of the guys came over through out the show to subtly say hello to you and cause a ruckus but it was very evident that Hongjoogn was favoring the front of the stage. After almost 3 hours they say their goodbyes just for the crowd to start chanting Ateez over and over. 

They make their way back to the stage for one more song. That song just happens to be 'All About You' one that Hongjoon wrote about you. So it was no surprise that your secretly sappy boyfriend was front and center looking right at you when he did his verse. Winking when he says baby in one of his lines. The girl next to you starts to scream, fanning herself with her Jongho picket. The song ends, the guys say their final goodbye and disappear behind stage.

The arena lights come on and people start filing toward all the exits. You look down at your arm to make sure your wristband is still there. While everyone moves toward the back of the floor you make your way to the side of the stage and off toward the security guard blocking the way to the back stage area. One flash of the red band on you and you are being escorted behind the thick heavy curtain. You follow the guard down a long hallway till he stops infront of the door that reads 'staff'

After a quick knock the door opens to the KQ staff that makes these shows all run behind the scenes, including the members manager. He smiles when he see's you, making his way to greet you in the hall way "How did you like the show?" He asks leading you back down the hallway. "it was great to see it from the other side this time" you tell him "this may be one of their best sets yet" The two of you chat till you reach a door, which opens to a small parking garage under the arena used for staff and artists. There sit two large black vans, one for the members the other for the rest of the staff. "I have to go get them" He says "Their with the stylist changing. They will take the first van, go get comfy well be back in 5" 

You climb in the first large van settling onto a small bench seat in the very back. You finally check your phone for the first time since your plain landed, to see a slew of texts, most from Hongjoong. It seems everytime he stepped off stage he text you. 

HJ🖤 : [6:49pm] Were about to go on. I'll call you tonight. I miss you❤️

HJ🖤 : [7:40pm] What are you doing here??

HJ🖤 : [8:26pm] Stop entertaining Woo when he walks by hes becoming insufferable!

HJ🖤 : [9:04pm] Was I too aggresive in Guerrilla?

HJ🖤 : [10:03pm] Where are you??????

There are also a few from your friends making sure your flight went well and you were safe. As you start to text back replies the door to the building opens and the sound of Wooyoung's yapping echos through the small space. You quickly type out a message to your friends that you landed safe and your enjoying yourself. You hit send just as the door to the van slides open and Wooyoung's energetic voice fills the space, "Ah, finally! Our special guest is waiting for us!" 

One by one each member climbs in saying their hellos to you as they take their seats. Lastly Hongjoong climbs in, eyes landing right on you. He makes his way to the back of the van, where your sitting, and plops down beside you. "What are you doing here" he asks with a smile before leaning in placing a gentel kiss to your mouth.

You smile back at him as he pulls back, "Obviously here to see you" you reply "Manager helped me organize this little surprise" your voice low. The other members are chatting and laughing, but they seem to be giving you a moment, not paying much attention to your exchange. "It was nice to be on that side of the stage for once" you lean in closer, your voice taking on a more intimate tone, "And I have to say, I loved every minute of it. You guy killed it out there." Hongjoong's smile widens, and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer as the van starts to move.

Its a short ride to the hotel where everyone is staying. The van pulls up to a side door where a employee is helping to open the door and monoter who is coming and going. You pull your hood up and over your head as you exit the van behind the members. Blending in with the staff that follows the members into the building and the elevator. When ever they go on tour KQ blocks off two floors, one for staff and the other for the members and managers. Thanks to their manager you had already been here earlier today, so when you follow Hongjoong to his room he finds your suitcase sitting next to his. 

"Looks like you're already making yourself at home," he says, his voice low and teasing. You smile, feeling a sense of comfort and belonging in this space with him. "I might have had a little help from your manager," you reply, raising an eyebrow. Hongjoong chuckles and walks over, pulling you into a gentle kiss. "I'm glad you're here," he says, his voice full of emotion. "I was a sad I didnt get to facetime you before I went on tonight, and was looking forward to doing it after, but this is so much better." 

You wrap your arms around his neck. "Why don't you go wash up and I'll pick out something for us to watch after we're both ready for bed" He gives you a soft smile "okay" he leans forward kissing the tip of your nose, making you giggles before walking off toward the bathroom. You quickly go though uour suitcase finding your night items while you listen to the hum of the shower that Hongjoogn is now taking. 

You flip through the one demand movies on the tv screen before deciding on a romantic comedy. You listen as the water cuts off as quickly as it came on. A few moments later Hongjoogn rejoining you in a side t-shirt and pajama pants. His hair still damp and tossled from the towel in his hand. "You know if you want you can take a picture instead of stairing" he says smirking at you. "I was just admiring the view," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. "I picked out a movie" you say as you gather your things and head to the bathroom. "I'm gonna go wash up, make the bed all cozy for us so we can watch when I'm done" 

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you get changed and start your nightly routine. You try and be fast but between your skin care and oral hygein it takes you a few minutes. So long infact that when you come back into the room, you find Hongjoong curled up on the bed, breath coming out in a soft, even rhythm. He was so tired form the show, that he feel asleep waiting for you. You quietly crawl into bed next to him, cuddling under the blankets next to his sleeping body. Instinctivly, like his subconscious mind knows your there he wraps his arms around you pulling you close to his chest. Its not long before sleep claims you as well. 

.. But it doesn't last long...

You wake some time later. The lights on the digital clock next to you letting you know its 4:28am. Youv gotten about 3 hours sleep. Over the past few hours Hongjoong has released you from his grip and rolled to the other side of the bed. You shift under the covers, waking up flushed from the dream you were just having. Your sleep shorts sticking to the apex of your legs. You dont normaly have wet dreams but when you do they are intense. You need releafe. Slowly and carefully you slide your hand into the band of your shorts, trying not to make any sudden movements that might wake Hongjoong up. As your fingers slide though your slick folds, you  feel a surge of pleasure and relief. Gently you start to stroke yourself, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Slowly you push two fingers into you. The sensation is intense, and you can feel your body responding to your touch. Your trying to be careful, not to make any noise, but it's getting harder and harder to keep quiet. Your breathing getting shallower. Your trying to focus on the sensation, to let yourself get lost in the pleasure. Your body is screaming for release, and your not sure how much longer you can hold on. Lost in the sensation of your fingers moving in and out of you, you hear a slight stir from Hongjoong's side of the bed. You freeze, your fingers still buried in my wet hole. You hold your breath, hoping that he's just rolling over in his sleep and won't wake up. But as you slowly turn your head you see Hongjoong is now awake, and his eyes are fixed on you. 

You feel your eyes go wide and the heat creep across your face with embarrassment. Hongjoong reaches out a hand, grabbing your arm and pulling it out of your shorts. You watch as he lifts your arm, looking at your fingers. Your slick glistening in the low light of the TV. Slowly he brings your fingers to his mouth, slipping them inside and sucking on them. You watch, mesmerized, as Hongjoong sucks your release off your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. He shifts, pulling the covers back, your eyes glancing down his toned body landing on the bulge in his sleep pants. you can see the outline of his erect cock, straining against the fabric of his pants. It's clear that he's just as turned on as you are.

He pulls my fingers from his mouth with a pop. "Now why are you over here touching what is mine" he asks. You look down, trying to avoid his gaze, but he reaches out and lifts your chin, forcing your to meet his eyes. "I...I couldn't help myself," you stammer, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I had a dream, and I woke up feeling...needy." His eyes seem to burn with intensity "Needy?" he repeats, his voice low. "What do you need, exactly?"

"You" you whisper out "Need you Joong'" In one swift motion he pulls you closer, his lips crashing down on your in a passionate kiss. Hands roaming you, tugging your shorts down your legs. You help him kick them off. His hand coming to slide through your wet folds twice before he roughly shoves two fingers in you.  You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as his fingers move in and out of you. His fingers are rough and punishing, but you love it. You love the way he's taking control, the way he's claiming you as his own. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as his fingers curl inside you hitting your G-spot. 

Moaning into his mouth, body arching up to meet his touch. His kiss becomes more intense, his tongue tangling with yours as his fingers continue to fuck you. Your body getting tighter, pressure building as your appoch the edge. His hand is moving faster now, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a rapid pace. "Fuck yes right there" you mumble against his lips. Chest heaving, breath coming in pants. Suddenly, he's fingers curl, hitting you G-spot with precision. You feel a surge of pleasure, body tensing. "Oh God, oh God, oh God" your yelling, as he watches you come undone. Your voice rising to a crescendo as you feel yourself being pushed over the edge. Wall tightening around his fingers. 

His fingers still inside you , moving slowly and gently as he tries to draw out the pleasure as you come down. Panting you look at him through half lidded eyes. "I'm not done with you yet" he says his voice a octave deeper than normal. He slowly pulls his fingers out of your wet cunt, bringing them to his mouth to once again lick your release off. "Fuck you always taste so good" he says as he gets between your spread legs. Hovering over you, he pushes his pants down just enough to pull his hard cock out. Stroking it slowly as he looks down at you, precum glistening on the flush tip. Gently he rubbs the tip of his cock through your folds before noching himself at your entrance. 

With a gentle push, Hongjoong's cock enters you, filling you up with his hard length in one push. Your walls wrapping around him, gripping him tightly. "You're so fucking tight," he growls "I love how your pussy grips my cock like a vice." Soft breathy moans escape your mouth as he starts to move, his cock sliding in and out of you with a slow and gentle pace. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his eyes locked on your. "You like it when I fuck you slow and deep." You nod, breath coming in short gasps "Yes, love it," you whisper, your voice barely audible. His  pace getting faster and harder, his thrusts becoming more intense. "You gonna to come for me, aren't you?" he asks, his voice dripping with dirty intent. "You're going to scream my name and beg for more."

You cant help how loud your being. Voice hoarse. "Fuck me, Joong," you beg, voice pleading. "Fuck me harder please, please" Hongjoong's response is immediate, his cock pounding into you with increased intensity. "You want it rough, baby?" he asks, his voice strained. "You want me to fuck you like a slut?" you nod, body trembling with desire "Yes, want it rough," you whisper "Want you to fuck me like you own me."  "I do own you," he growls, "this pussy is mine" his hips picking up a faster rhythm, you feel yourself being driven towards what you know will be a mind-shattering orgasm. You feel your walls tightening around his cock, gripping him tightly. His balls slapping against your ass, and his cock is rubbing against your cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. 

Its not long before your body is trembling, shaking as you are pushed over the edge. Back arching off the bed into his chest as you grip his arms tightly, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to anchor yourself to him. "Oh God, Joong," you yell, "I'm coming." His thrusts becoming more punctual, his cock pounding into you with a steady rhythm, as he fucks you through your orgasm. "That's it, baby," he growls "Cum for me." You can feel your walls contracting around his cock as he drives himself into you. His thrusts becoming sloppy, and eratic. "Fuck baby I'm close" he whispers. His warm breath fanning your face. "Yes, Pleasee, " you moan, "Come inside me, fill me up." Your words seem to push him over the edge. He lets out a loud groan as he drives his hips home. 

His abs tense as he burries himself deep in you, his cock twitching as he cum's deep inside you. "Fuck, baby," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "You feel so good." leaning down placing a gental kiss on your forehead. You let out a small breathy laugh. Slowly he pulls out of you, before falling to the matress in a exhausted heap next to you. His arms snaking under your body and fulling you flush against his chest, settling his head in the crook of your neck, You knew sleep was not far for him. As the two of you tangled up in each other, breathing begining to even out he pulls his head back, giving you a soft kiss. "I'm so glad you showed up tonight" he whispers before burring his head back in you. You cant help but smile as you hug him tighter, yeah your pretty glad too. 

[luviisabella]

hii! This is my first time requesting from you! I absolutely adore your writings, they’re so cute! ANYWAYY my request is katsuki x male reader with a dog quirk that gives them a tail and ears and the reader has a golden retriever personality type and basically katsukis making fun of him for running late, hair messy, tie not done properly, the whole shabang. He’s like “damn do you not know how to tie a tie?” And the reader (without thinking) goes “nope.” and KATSUKI DOES HIS TIE FOR HIM?!?! but that’s not all (I feel like an evil villain hehe) katsuki sees his tail wagging!!! omg this is so long but I can’t get this idea out of my head and I’m too lazy to write it ‼️‼️

— 🐾 annon

Ooh I love this concept, so sorry for the late response ml !! 🫶🏽🫶🏽 However the dog quirk is a great idea, love love love animal quirks <3

For Anon: Male Reader x Katsuki Bakugou

Category: Fluff + Universty AU 💘

[7:35am]

Where the hell is he.

Bakugou was watching the time go by and noticing how you were yet to be seen. Class had started 35 minutes ago and you usually were never late.

[8:20am]

“Alright, I’m going to take a break. Don’t destroy anything while I’m sleeping or I’ll have all of you taking a remedial class.” Mr. Aizawa never failed to come up with an outrageous punishment for his students, even now in university.

Bakugou glanced at the clock one more time before scoffing and getting up. Sero wanted to ask where he was headed but judging by the look on Bakugou’s face, Sero decided to value his life and dignity.

Once Bakugou turned the corner of the hall he ran into someone.

“All this space in the God damn hallway and you can’t-“ he looked down and noticed it was you. You looked like a mess.

Your breathing was frantic, hair sticking up like a compass in all directions. Your tie could’ve been put on backwards and your shirt was half tucked into your pants and half not.

Bakugou didn’t even know where to start with questions.

“You look like shit. What happened ?”

“My alarm.. I accidentally set it for 6:30pm and not am so I woke up like 20 minutes ago” your ears were facing down and your tail sunk. It was clear you rushed to get here and in the process made no effort to notice your appearance.

“Jesus. At least look alive.”

He stepped closer to you and began adjusting your tie. You felt your tail quirk up and immediately shoved it down, keeping your hands behind your back.

You couldn’t help but stare at him in admiration. He was so focused on your tie and your shirt you didn’t realize how beautiful he was until you really got a good look at him.

Your tie and shirt were not adjusted but that hair.

“A tornado pick you up on the way here ?” He grinned and you turned your head in embarrassment not realizing your hair looked that bad. He gently placed his hands on certain strands to make it look more decent.

In response, your ears shot up and now your tail wagging back and forth. You were too in awe to realize it, at least not until he pointed it out.

His eyebrow quirked up. “You excited or sum ?” He asked but didn’t stop fixing your hair.

“What ?”

“Your tail’s movin”

You felt your face heat up like a star when he pointed it out. You looked down, no longer wanting to meet his gaze.

“Sorry, that happens when I’m happy or excited”

“Really ?” And he pulled back after taking in your appearance. A small grin on his face.

—

“Looks like your gonna have to come in late more often then” and with that he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Thank God he did because the way your tail stood on its end and your ears perked up, someone would think you just won a million bucks.

And let’s just say...

This was not the last time you showed up late.

I hope you enjoyed this my love !! Again sorry for such a late reply but I did enjoy this concept sm, I honestly kind of want to write something separate about a quirk like this, Thank you for the ask, mwah !! 🫰🏽💖

[lovely-parasite-04]

Iced Coffee, Detective?

Agnes!Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Prologue of ?

Part 1

SUMMARY: One of the victims of Westview goes a little further than everyone else to be nice to the town hero, Agatha Harkness, or Detective Agnes O'Connor. She doesn't know what she's getting into when the Detective asks her to come in for "further questioning."

WARNINGS: Mention of murder (its only like a sentence), Agatha being Agatha

NOTE: This is mostly experimental because I hardly ever write and when I do, it never sees the light of day. However, I am In Love with Agatha, and I never see anyone write much about when she was under Wanda's spell. The experimental part is that this is meant to be comical and reader doesn't immediately start out with a big fat crush on Madame Harkness. It's also more on the simple side in terms of plot. I'm posting this first little bit to see how people enjoy it, and if it gets a lot of attention, I'll try to write more.

"Large Americano for Agnes?" I shout from my corner behind the counter, swiftly setting the paper cup down as I see the familiar brunette make her way towards me. I turn to begin making another order, but stay put to ask the older woman, "Any new cases, detective? I heard you on the phone over there talking about a lot of work to get back to. "

Agnes (Agatha) takes a large sip of her iced coffee, testing the flavor and swallowing, before responding with, "I'm not supposed to talk about the investigation and I don't entertain rumors about how the victim passed." She barely made eye contact with me, but I'm shocked she didn't immediately leave after receiving her order. She is usually in a hurry to get her coffee and go.

"Oh... of course. Sorry." I have no idea what she heard me say, because I didn't mention anything about a victim. I know I don't necessarily have to play along with her delusions like I do; most people simply tell her to have a nice day and direct her towards the door, but I can't help but be fascinated by what she is going through.

Seeing it from the outside, anyway.

I was among the rest of Westview during the Scarlet Witch's spell. Just the thought of it sends a shiver down my spine. Losing control of everything but your mind can be terrifying, wanting to say something but saying something else. Being frozen in time until you were needed for a plot point for a completely deranged woman. Losing track of time and wondering if it will ever end.

Agatha Harkness had been a town hero, stopping Wanda Maxifmoff and freeing everyone in Westview. But now she was stuck in the same spell with no end in sight.

Her Nosy Neighbor character lasted for about 2 years and everything seemed to be normal. She would gossip with her closest neighbors and those who volunteered to check in on her and bring her groceries, and she pretty much kept to herself. However, her characters have started to derail into different "genres". The first shift the town noticed was around Christmas last year. She seemed to be acting out a Hallmark movie, following around this one guy while pretending she was just bumping into him and trying to show him the "true meaning of Christmas."

It was funnier to watch than any actual Hallmark movie I had ever seen. The guy was married with a family, and continued to tell Agatha as such until she shifted again. That was when I made the observation that in Agatha's delusions, she doesn't always hear exactly what we say. It's like her brain can't comprehend anything that doesn't fit the little world she's made, so it makes something else up entirely for her to play off of.

I'm also convinced that she is controlling her delusions now. Maybe not intentionally, but I no longer see the hold Wanda had over her. Maybe this spell that Agatha is under is different from ours. She has no control of her mind. We only had control of our minds.

I feel bad for her, and I'm really intrigued by her as a person in general - I mean she's a fucking witch from 1690's Salem - so I steal any chance I get to talk to her. It helps that she is a regular at the coffee shop I work at.

Back in the moment, I need to move to the other end of the counter to finish this new order, and I'm positive she'll walk away once I do. I simply say, "Have a nice day!" And start to step away when she surprises me again.

"You knew her, huh?" Holding the coffee close to her chest and mouthing at a straw she slipped in while I was lost in thought. She follows me around the counter, not bothering to mutter anything to the other customers she runs into along the way. Her whole focus is on me.

"I...knew who?"

She heard me that time, giving me the full name of someone I'd never heard of before.

"Oh, her? Yea. Yea, me and her go way back."

  I'm a sucker for improv, okay? What's the harm? Even if she found out I was lying, she can't hurt me. She lost all her magic. Right?

"If you don't mind, I'd like you to come with me back to the prescient, so I can ask you a few questions about the girl and the nights leading up to her death."

Well, fuck. My boss would never let me leave for this. A real cop, sure. The town cook? Absolutely not. "I'm sorry, detective O'Connor, I'd have to wait until I get off work."

"Relax, hon." She said condescendingly "Let's just wait until you get off work -" What a great and completely original idea, Agatha. "I'll give you my card and you give me a call later today, okay?"

She proceeds to hand me an index card with the name Wanda gave her, Detective Agnes O'Connor, above a phone number. On the back is her house address. All handwritten.

  Bless her heart.

  "Okay- I hope you don't hand these out to everyone..." The last part was more of an outside thought, and thankfully Agatha didn't seem to hear it anyway, waving over her shoulder and exiting.

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[redheadspark]

Can I request 9. your character has to witness their love interest with someone else and then goes oh. with Druig

Thank you

A/N - Hello friend! Thank you for requesting this! I hope you like it!

Clarity

Summary - Druig needed some clarity. Leave it to Gilgamesh

Warnings - Fluff

“If you stare long enough, you’re gonna get a headache,”

Druig blinked, looking away from where you were over to where Gilgamesh was next to him, seeing the gentle yet strong Eternal grin at him like he caught him in some kind of trap.  Druig huffed, looking back in your direction where you were signing and chatting with Kingo Makkari as Makkari was showing her recent hall of treasures from her trip in town.  You were watching in amazement as Makkari was pulling outpace after piece, the glittering old was shining in the light of the Domo Meeting Room where you all were.  

The day was long and you all were out and about, enjoying the day before you would move on to the next city that needed your aid.  This city you were all in was thriving thanks to you and your protection against the Deviants, who were no longer there to pester and harm the humans.  Ajak knew it was time to go and help more humans, though some of you were sad at the thought of leaving this city behind.

You were one of them. You loved being around humans and learning more about them as the days went on. Being amongst humans always brought joy to your day, which was why you and Druig were so close as friends in the first place. You both were drawn to the delicate yet creative species, talking to each other about the recent discoveries that humans had made and the new inventions that they were discovering.  

Druig enjoyed spending more time with you throughout the day on patrols, seeing you greet all the humans who came to ask questions or comments.  He could tell you were patient and kind with each person you met, even asking your own questions to them.  Druig would watch intrigue, wishing it was easy for him to chat with the humans since you made it as easy as breathing air. 

He also loved how diligent you were in your work as an Eternal.  You weren’t as serious as Ikaris, but you weren’t as light as Kingo.  You were neutral, willing to put your heart both in the fight and in your laughter.  Druig loved that balance, he wished he had that himself but he found himself to be more of an aloof fool at times.  He never minded how he was in the moment, but there was something about you that seemed to drive him to you, like the moon being able to move the waves on the shore.  

To him, he was the constant crashing of waves, but you were the moon that moved him for the best.

Feelings for you came to him like mist over his eyes, something that seemed to be out of his own control.  He hated not being in control, it was not in his nature and something he was comfortable with.  He couldn’t live on a whim, nor could he let his emotions get the best of him.  But you were clouding his mind when he would sleep, the longing gaze in your eyes or with how your laugh would sound like bells.  Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.

Months of pining over you, months of thinking of you constantly, and months of being in denial.

Makkari called him on his bluff instantly, she saw it from a mile away one afternoon when she saw Caught staring at you chatting with a human male who simply was asking you a question from a recent Deviant attack that you stopped with Ikaris.  Purely he was simply asking you about the fight and you were being cordial, humans have asked you all plenty of times and found the Eternals as fascinating.  But there was something about that male standing in front of you, chatting with you and making you smile, it made Druig’s stomach turn, and not in the best way. 

He wanted to be the one to make you smile like that, to make you laugh as you tossed your head back, to bring you joy in both the light and dark days.  

After Makkari called him out and told him to say something, Druig denied any kind of feelings.  He thought that having a relationship in the group would not work, apart from Sersi and Ikaris and their love for one another but that was already an off pairing in Druig’s eyes.  No, he didn’t want something like that, all lovey-dovey.  But until you crept into his heart.

Did he really want that?  With you?  

Yes, yes he did, and that scared the shit out of him.

Months came and went of Druig harboring feelings for him and trying to figure out what to do with them.  Did he want to ask you out on an outing with him?  Did you feel the same way about him as he did with you?  Was it a lost cause?  All of those questions floated in his mind at the worst of times, and he wondered if the feeling of his stomach eating away would ever leave him.

Would he ever stop loving you?

“Have you told her your feelings?”

Druig looked away from you and Kingo to Gilgamesh, seeing him grin at Druig. Gilgamesh’s smile was kind, he never had a sour look on his face when it came to being an Eternal.  Only in a fight: Gilgamesh was the heart of the group and someone that the rest of the group could go to for comfort and peace.  Apart from Sersi, Druig was fond of Gilgamesh. 

“I don’t think she thinks the same of me,” Druig admitted, thinking it was better to be truthful with Gilgamesh than lie.  It made him feel better to get it off his chest in a way, he needed to in that moment.  Gilgamesh simply chuckled, Druig raising a brow at him as the soft laugh sounded so pure.  Of course, it was pure, it came from Gilgamesh.  Yet this laugh made Druig think that Gilgamesh knew something that he didn’t, like some hidden secret.

Once Gilgamesh calmed down from his snicking, which thankfully was not drawing any more attention, Druig spoke up in curiosity, “Is there something I don’t know?”

All Gilgamesh could do was smile and then clasp Druig on the shoulder, “As the Mind Controller of the group, I wish for you to see past what hinders you and open your mind,”

Before Druig could say anything, Gilgamesh walked away and hummed to himself.  Druig was stunned by what he said, but perhaps he was telling the truth.  Holding back with what he was feeling and what he wanted for his life, it sounded far too easy for him.

Druig looked back in your direction, seeing your gaze move for Kingo over to his direction.  That fluttering in his chest, the fogginess in his mind, they were back instantly as you smiled at him.  He then realized what Gilgamesh stated to him, it clicked in his mind and within his chest as if it was locked and finally opened from that moment of clarity.

Druig grinned back at you, the pair of you smiling at each other as if you were in love with one another.  You were, and your marriage lasted 700 years and more to come.

The End

[bumbled-bees]

One thing that gets me about Lily’s distaste towards the adventure genre towards animation is that…she’s bad about criticizing it for a number of reasons.

First, there’s the personal bias. Imagine someone who doesn’t like horror movies coming in and critiquing some of the most popular films in the genre. You’re going to anger true horror fans who love those movies because you’re not saying anything new or worthwhile. You’re just complaining about the movie for being too scary and having too much focus on horror instead of the human moments between the characters. It would be clear to anyone that you don’t like the genre and gets people to ignore you, and it’s the same thing with her criticism towards adventure animation. When I hear that Lily isn’t a fan of the popular animated show of the year, I’m not even surprised anymore. Me and others expect her to be and learned to stop caring. Because she doesn’t care about personal tastes, why should we.

Second, she doesn’t even offer many valid criticisms. She just says, “This sucks because it’s not what I like,” and treats that as a factual statement that should apply to all media. The worst part, I ALMOST understand when it’s a show that starts off light and fun but becomes more serious as the series goes on. I personally see it as a series evolving itself, but if you’re a person who was drawn in because of the lighter adventures, you’re going to feel alienated as you’re no longer the target audience. That CAN BE a valid critique, but Lily doesn’t mention it. She just says it sucks and acts as the show tricked people into watching something they hate, when it’s really just writers wanting to EXPAND their idea in a new direction.

And third, Lily never considers to perhaps branch away from talking about adventure animation. If she really doesn’t like it, then why the hell does she keep talking about it? The obvious answer is because those shows are popular and that’s how she can gain an audience. But she’s not gaining much of an audience anyways as everybody either calls her bullshit or grow up to learn just WHY she’s bullshit. Honestly, Lily would do better at reviewing episodes of Family Guy than she did at reviewing The Owl House and calling the most popular episodes the worst in the series. You know, make allies with your own circle of interests instead of enemies outside of it.

But she won’t. We know she won’t. Maybe it’s because Lily knows being a Family Guy reviewer doesn’t get you much attention unless you talk about how Brian is the worst character. Maybe this is all she knows what to do and can’t stop. Or maybe she hates adventure cartoons so much that she wants to be the one to topple the genre by talking shit about it…like a freak. Whatever the case, Lily won’t stop because she doesn’t WANT to. And she’ll be the occasional headache because of it.

This perfectly encapsulates the fundamental issue with Lily’s approach to criticism: it’s not actually criticism. It’s just personal dislike dressed up as objective fact.

Lily doesn’t like adventure cartoons. That much is obvious. And in theory, that’s fine—everyone has preferences. But instead of recognizing that she simply isn’t the target audience, she insists that the entire genre is bad and that anyone who enjoys it is just too stupid to realize they’re being tricked. This ties back into her pseudo-intellectual posturing—she doesn’t just dislike these shows, she has to position herself as someone who’s figured something out that everyone else hasn’t.

The horror movie analogy is a perfect comparison. Imagine someone who hates horror movies making a career out of reviewing them, only to repeatedly say, “This is bad because it’s scary.” Over time, people stop taking them seriously because they aren’t engaging with the genre in a meaningful way. That’s exactly what has happened with Lily and adventure animation. People have learned to tune her out because they know what she’s going to say before she even says it.

The problem is, she doesn’t stop talking about it. If she hates adventure cartoons so much, why does she keep making videos about them? The answer is obvious: that’s where the attention is. Adventure cartoons—shows like The Owl House, Amphibia, Steven Universe, and Avatar: The Last Airbender—have passionate fanbases and generate discussion. They’re the shows that get clicks. They’re what’s popular. And Lily is desperate for relevance.

But there’s a fundamental flaw in her strategy. Because she never engages with these shows in good faith, she doesn’t actually gain real fans from her critiques—she just gains hate-watchers, skeptics, and people who outgrow her over time. She’s not speaking to an audience that shares her tastes, she’s picking fights with people who actually care about these shows.

This is why her career feels like it’s in a slow but inevitable decline. People either grow up and move on, or they see through her bullshit. Her approach guarantees that she will always alienate potential viewers because she’s not actually interested in talking about what makes these shows work—only why they personally irritate her.

And yet, she won’t stop. Maybe because she’s stuck in this cycle. Maybe because the second she stops criticizing adventure cartoons, she loses what little relevance she has left. Maybe she actually thinks she’s winning some grand ideological battle against the genre. Whatever the case, she won’t change. She’ll keep taking shallow, contrarian stances on beloved shows. She’ll keep pushing the same tired talking points. And she’ll keep fading into irrelevance as more and more people realize that her “critiques” are just one-note rants from someone who was never interested in engaging with the genre to begin with.

[accio-victuuri]

April CPNs round-up! ❤️💛💚

• BJYX shows up in station sisters team building photos/videos. proving that the pairing is still very much relevant and loved 🫶🏼

• allegedly spending some time together 4/2 and 4/3 when yibo went to shanghai

• cql and xz gets mentioned in a livestream for WoF

• wyb with a beaded bracelet that seems to be a clue that he spent time with GG ; more on the initial thoughts about the bracelet and why give an obsidian one

•zsww fake rumor of their meet up

•their love for watching old cctv spring festival gala sketches

• 4/8, in the FPU douyin update, he continues on with the dog theme ☺️ he really is a puppy! gouzaizai!

• not really a cpn/candy but their name side by side for the alleged registration list for Magnolia Award. i’m just so proud and as a cpf, it feels good seeing them succeed. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

• 4/8 cpns : fan used for camping that xz uses, the number 38 and us clowning about concerts

• some are comparing this interaction between wyb and hjy in FPU bts with how he is with GG. saying when he is hurt, he goes all out and shows it to GG but with others he won’t say anything. i agree that this thing is true both for GG/WYB, meaning they only show “weakness” to each other 🥺🥺🥺

* throwback post : fake rumor story during cql shoot of someone that works closely with yibo

• this side by side photo, they look alike in this profile!

• 4/16/24 zsww rumor

• the rumor that wyb visited LOZ shoot and my thoughts on it ; i know i cannot stop people from “enjoying” this material and what it potentially implies but i personally cannot condone the type of behavior that disrespects them. especially xz who has been v frustrated with the leaks happening in his project. and just to dispel the rumors, this is who people are saying is supposedly yibo ⬇️⬇️⬇️

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

no shade to this guy. he was just a victim of people’s overzealous tendencies. this is not the first time cpfs have done this, in OOL and OnO we’ve had questionable video evidences too which is most likely not who we think it is. please stop. it’s not just the leaks. we have to protect them. we know they visit each other, let’s just bridge the clues with what they give us. we cpn that they visit the ST or probably even follow certain cpf accounts, there is just no universe that they will see this kind of conversations related to leaked photos and videos and be happy about it.

• DESCENDANTS OF THE SUN AU 😭😭😭😭 idk man. military/police wyb and doctor xz pairing is really top notch!

• 4/19 xiao zhan weibo post for the 6th solar term - Guyu ( Grain Rain ) and all the clowning: one / two

• 4/20 zsww rumor ; hinting at them working on a project where one will direct and the other will act

• WYB’s GQ hat could be a custom made one from Tod’s????

• A new explanation about the mystery driver and comparing it to the mask WYB uses

• There has been some conversation because of WYB’s bazaar shoot with his FPU co star/team and that it’s no longer just XZ that he has done that with. Well i have to say that no matter what people say, the bazaar one with XZ is different. just the production value and theme of it — was more romantic and WYB was totally expressive. plus don’t forget that the shoot for that was where xz called him Venus. it will always be special, cause it’s just the 2 of them. there is no use comparing, i bet you, xz will have a joint cover or spread for LOCH with the female lead. it is part of marketing.

• yibo and his rainbow necklace 🌈

• I will add this here cause i don’t think it needs a separate post with how galaxy brain it is. it’s about certain photos uploaded by YBO being 2.3 MB in size. 23 love zhan. whether this is intentional or something special. who knows. it just came up again this month because the bear photo is with the same file size. 🤷🏻‍♀️

other instances are outlined by this account on weibo :

February 3, 2:30 pm (Picture 1) // May 11 (Picture 3) // June 1st, Children’s Day, “Children are in love” (Picture 5) // August 5th, birthday composition (Picture 7)// November 22 (Picture 9)

• 4/29 zsww fake rumor

• GUCCI wall 2.0 is close to Lacoste big screen ad! oh the possibilities!

• 4/29 candies to enjoy ( includes: their promos not overlapping, jiayou parallel, double standards and the bead bracelet discussion again )

See you all next month! ✌🏼💛

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[dixondisease]

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader fanfic idea

Their relationship is fairly new and they do kiss all the time just… not with tongue. They kiss each other on the cheek and on the mouth but quick ones on the lips never holding it longer than a few gentle seconds.

It’s only this morning when reader is on her way out for a supply run she walks up to him while he’s working outside under the hot sun leaning in to kiss him goodbye before she goes like she usually does that she holds the kiss abnormally long and Daryl’s heart thumps faster but he doesn’t pull away. Before reader breaks the kiss her tongue slips deep inside his mouth like she needs more of him causing Daryl to make a little surprised sound that reader swallows as she pulls away slowly smiling childishly. She then turn on her heels and walks in the direction of the gates of their settlement while Daryl just stands there watching her leave for the day. He’s both confused and intrigued at what she did with such playfulness and can’t stop thinking about it the whole day, Reader isn’t completely sure either what came over her but Daryl had never done that before even if it was just a simple slide with her tongue they’d never made out and he didn’t know how.

The memory of this mornings kiss torments his mind until evening comes and reader returns. Daryl barely says a word to reader until they’re alone for the night only then does he finish what reader had started giving her a long awaited kiss invading her mouth with his tongue this time being the one initiating it. He slides his tongue deep inside her mouth tasting her like a starved man and when reader realises what he’s trying to do she puts in equal effort. That night they have a long make-out session where it’s mostly reader guiding him while he just follows her lead and enjoy.

Later…

The make-out session is over but not the night is not. Reader stares into Daryl’s eyes, her own glowing with something…he can’t quite tell.

Her face shows no expression he can read so he asks her ”What?”

She answers ”I’m just smiling”

He says ”Doesn’t look like it… Looks like you’re just staring at me”

She says ”Yeah?… But down there my lips are smiling wider than ever. Would you like to have a look?”

Readers words makes Daryl form the most mischievous and hungry grin to ever be seen on Mr Daryl Dixon with his still innocent yearning eyes and reader only returns it with an even hungrier one.

Oh how god wishes to be blind and deaf for what happens next…

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[jackabbot]

Someone needs to tell tim about relationship-baiting because no it's not really queerbaiting but if he didn't/doesn't intend on going anywhere with how he wrote them, it could feel like relationship-baiting to fans. Especially now that he's going a different way even though he *could* go with buddie on abc. He knows exactly if he gave a definite no on buddie, a lot of people would stop watching. So him saying hey I gave you those scenes just to make you happy felt... :/ not good. He has every right to do what he wants with his characters but yeah that was a weird thing to say

okay, I am absolutely not trying to be mean here, but this is such a stupid way of looking at it.

1) relationship baiting? could've gone that way? we got bi Buck confirmed after 7 seasons. I'm sorry if that's not a good enough of a story for you, because it doesn't involve being attracted to Eddie. it is strategically and storytelling-wise more expandable, interesting and provides a better base for an eventual buddie storyline if that's the direction they want to go into than getting them together straight off the bat.

we got authentic, good bi rep without having the character feminised to fit a stereotypical queer role on TV. it's a huge fucking deal. so what if you have to wait for buddie a bit longer? does that mean it's never gonna happen? cuz how is that baiting if that's what we get in the long run?

and even if we don't get it, it's not bait to show two male friends being close after spending about 100+ hours a week together and going through trauma after trauma together. it doesn't have to be romantic. it can be. it doesn't have to be.

2) wanting to make the fans happy by giving them their most favourite guys finally hanging out and having fun and giving moments of them being so close again? yeah, I don't see how that's weird, I'm sorry. Tim knows we love them and that we love to see them together; giving us scenes with them is a kindess on his part and is clearly something that makes fans happy, if not being able to see a single scene of 2-minute of them singing was enough to warrant actual death threats??

Tim is out there doing something for the fans and you guys are crying about it and poking holes at his words. this is why we're not getting shit. and ngl if people get louder and meaner, I full on won't blame Tim to not go there with buddie at all, cuz why would he reward that behaviour?

watch the show. enjoy what we get cuz we've been getting A LOT of good stuff this season. major television history stuff actually. we are renewed for another season. stop rushing shit. if the story goes there, it'll be because it'll make sense. just be grateful for once, I beg.

[abitofboth]

some more owen carvour hcs because I’m unwell about him

he's meticulous when it comes to cleaning his guns. almost every night on a mission he will sit within the twilight and carefully take them apart and clean every piece. the same goes for his knives, brass knuckles, and any other weapons he happens to use.

he’s pretty consistent with shaving and cutting his hair; keeps his usual length, and a clean shaven face. when he’s going through a rough patch his hair will grow a bit longer and he’ll turn up to work with stubble.

post fall, his hair is down to his shoulders and he has a permanent 5 o'clock shadow.

he doesn’t play games he knows he can’t win. he was so certain that he was going to be the one to kill curt, not the other way around.

he can do tricks with his switch blade and he DELIGHTS in showing off for curt.

big fat crush on brandon shaw from hitchcock’s film ‘rope’. fucked up spy obsessed with his very own fucked up blorbo.

takes the piss out of curt for having a thing for james bond (“the name’s carvour. owen carvour.” “shut UP.”)

connected to that, curt loves the bond novels but can’t concentrate long enough to actually get through them. owen reads them out to him and does voices for all the characters.

he tells curt that “that secret died the night you left me for dead”, but I don’t think that he stopped loving him as soon as he fell. he hated him, yes, but he still loved him. some small part of him was still desperately clinging onto the hope that curt would come back and 'rescue' him from chimera for at least a year or two.

somehow manages to be kinda toxic with his own masculinity but also (in the privacy of his and curt's relationship) fucks with gender a little. for example, he doesn't allow himself emotional relief because 'men don't cry', but on the other hand relishes in being called 'princess' and owns a few lipsticks. loves leaving lipstick kiss marks on curt.

curt is pretty big on cars. he likes tinkering with them, fixing them up, knows all you could need to know about them, and has strong opinions on which ones are good and which ones are shit. owen couldn't care less- as long as it moves and it's not an ugly colour, he's happy.

he has doubts about his job and the governments he serves. where some spies blindly follow, he reluctantly trails behind.

the black and red leather jacket used to be owen's, but curt borrowed it one day and conveniently 'forgot' to give it back. owen has no complaints- he likes curt wearing his clothes and he barely wore it himself anyway.

he stands by the notion that british words and phrases are gospel, and american words and phrases are stupid and wrong.

known for a bit of a resting bitch face. he always looks pissed off, but is probably only pissed off 50% of the time.

older than curt, but only by a year or two.

he is kind to those with less power, and directs his rage to those in charge instead.

has a tendency to pull at his hair when he's super freaked out.

he has panic attacks more often post-fall.

he knows he's hot shit. plays on the 'british charm' when he's flirting with marks and it works every single time.

he knows a decent amount of french. not quite fluent, but enough that he can easily navigate most conversations.

spicy, don't look too close

he likes to take charge most of the time because it's owen, he loves having power in all situations, but he has a submissive streak in him. he doesn't like to admit that it doesn't take much to get him whining and begging.

phone sex. it's risky, but he likes it. transatlantic jerk-offs are key when your partner is in another country.

tops more often than he bottoms, purely because he thinks curt prefers it that way.

pull his hair and watch him melt.

likes when curt manhandles him. he has muscles, and owen wants him to use them.

he'll whisper filthy things to curt on missions with the sole intention of riling him up at the worst possible time.

he enjoys bondage regardless of who is the one being tied up.

[crazyunsexycool]

Company Picnic

Steve Rogers x Reader

word count: 1.0k

Warning: Just some fluff and a kiss

A/N: Here is the third part of the earpiece series.

The sun is high in the sky and not a single cloud is present to ruin the day. It happens every year since Shield was dismantled and the Avenger’s Initiative started. The company picnic was a great way to boost morale and work on team building exercises. This year it was a bit different, because you were dating Steve but you hadn’t made it official yet. Of course there were rumors but you were both enjoying the relationship quietly. The moment it was made public you knew both women and men would be either trying to become your friend to get closer to the team or pushing you aside. Steve was also worried that once it was known that you were his girl your safety would be compromised. Although you’d only been dating for about two months he had made it clear that he cared for you and your well being above all else. 

So on a day like today where you would normally be all over each other you were keeping your distance. Even though it was killing you to not be able to be as close to him as you wanted to. It didn’t stop Steve from finding you in the crowd and sending a wink your way every now and again along with a smirk. You were ready to walk over there and kiss that smirk right off his face. But the day went on and you went off with your friends to do one of the many activities that had been planned for the day. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2 o’clock rolls around and the very anticipated baseball game is going to start. It was the most exciting part of the day. Tony and Steve were the team captains, obviously, and they would be choosing their teams. Everyone that wanted to play reported to the designated field and stood in a line. One by one Steve and Tony started picking their teams. They were down to their last one when Steve noticed you were waiting to play. You sent him a look that said ‘you better pick me or else’, so he did. 

Your team consisted of Steve, Bucky, Sam and some employees from accounting, other agents and you. Tony’s team had Nat, Clint, Rhodey and a few other employees. With both teams ready everyone took their place and the game started. 

The game has everyone on the edge of their seats. The crowd is divided on Team Cap or Team iron man and they’ve made a show of cheering their heads off. There’s still no one in the lead as it goes back and forth between the teams. The game is charged with electricity as the game comes to a close. You’re last up to bat and the game has already lasted longer than necessary with all the superhumans running around. 

The crowd cheers as you stand and grab a bat. 

“Alright honey, just do the best you can. The last time you were up to bat you were great.” Steve says as he watches you roll your shoulders to loosen up a bit. 

“Don’t worry about it, handsome. We are definitely winning this game.” 

You walk to your place at the home plate. As a bit of a joke you lift your bat and point up and out toward the field to signal the direction in which you would be hitting the ball.

“Go get’em Babe Ruth.” Bucky shouted from the bench.

“Emphasis on the Babe.” You shout back and turn your attention to Clint, the pitcher.

He looks at you for a moment and then takes his stance and throws the ball. Like thunder cracking in the sky you hit the ball. The baseball bat splinters as you toss it to the side and start running to first base. The crowd cheers as Sam runs to home and then one of your other teammates does the same. You rush from first to second base and then to third. From third base to the home plate though instead of running you start to strut like you were on a catwalk and not a company picnic baseball game. 

Halfway down you spin and sway your hips and smile. When you finally make it to the home plate you strike a pose before Bucky and Sam are lifting you in the air as they cheer you on. As everyone continues to celebrate, the guys put you back down. In the heat of the moment, when Steve steps up to you with that boyish smile, you grab him by his shirt and pull him down so that your lips can finally meet his. Steve’s hands are on your waist pulling you closer. Quickly your brain catches up with what you’re doing but by then it’s too late. Everyone now knows.

“It’s about time, Capsicle. I thought I was going to have to build you a girlfriend.” Tony shouts while others whoop and holler. 

“Well that’s one way to let everyone know we’re together.”

“I’m sorry. But to be fair you have been teasing me all day, so really it’s all your fault.” You say, leaving no room for disagreement. Steve shrugs and then dips his head to kiss you again. He smiles against your lips.

~~~~~~~~

Night settled over the fields quickly. Everyone had calmed down and were just enjoying each other’s company. Since your impromptu reveal during the game you and Steve have been inseparable. Your hand in his, his arm around your waist. There was a mixture of approval and jealousy in the crowd but you couldn’t care less. Tony gave some speech about the day having been a success and what not before he started the fireworks show over the park. 

Steve had spread a blanket on the grass and you sat right between his legs. Your back pressed against his chest while he held you. It was the perfect end to a perfect day and now you didn’t have to hide that you were falling madly in love with the sweetest, selfless and kindest person you’ve ever met. 

Part 4

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[solomons-poison]

I didn't see your Headcanon requests before! I'd love to see some of the Prince guys and "shopping", esp Leon, Yves, Jin, Clavis 💜

Ooh certainly! Thanks for the request~ I'm so sorry for the late response, had some work burnout that im trying to get through. Hope you enjoy these!

↠ shopping together

Leon Dompteur

Leon may be the most level-headed and calmest of the group to go shopping with. He can tend to do things spur of the moment, but he does it so effortlessly that it feels like it was planned. He loves to go out with you to the market since it gives you two time to relax a little and catch up with each other, a little impromptu date together.

You'll often catch him socializing with the shopkeeps, so shopping may take a little longer than expected. But he makes up for it with his pleasant and calm demeanor. It also leads to you two going back to the castle with more stuff than planned, simply because everyone Leon talks to likes to gift you guys things like their best wine, new pastries, fresh cut flowers, etc.

Shopping together is also when he likes to gift you things, perhaps a new book you'd been eyeing or accessories for your outfits. While he could technically get someone to fetch things for him, he always prefers picking it out in person for you, preferably while you're there with him. It makes for a nice intimate moment, and makes him feel like a normal townsperson instead of a prince, just for a little bit.

Yves Kloss

Shopping with Yves can be a little nerve-wracking, mostly for him. Of course he loves spending time with you like this, away from his annoying brothers (or rather one particular annoying brother...), but being in town can be a rough experience given his family history. He's used to the stares and the whispers and doesn't want that being directed towards you, where he can help it.

You might notice him put on his airs, seem a little more sparkly and glamorous than usual, to protect himself. But regardless of what he has to do to prepare himself, he still wants to go out with you, see what's new in town, what new shops have opened or what new pastries are available. Princely duties don't leave a lot of time for dates, so this is a good opportunity for him to show you off and show off for you too.

Sometimes you two might even bring Licht along, making it a group outing. It's also a little bit of a comfort measure, having two people he loves and trusts at his sides, and makes the shopping that much easier. As time goes on and people come to grow accustomed to or even trust Yves, he may take you out more regularly, wanting to pay you back for how you've always been there for him.

Jin Grandet

Jin loves going shopping with you for similar reasons to Leon. It's his time to escape the watch of the palace and just enjoy some time with his lover, where he doesn't have to think about signing papers or training his troops. Not that duties at the palace exactly stopped him from doting on you at maybe inappropriate times, but taking you out into town gave him dedicated time to focus on you and your needs.

Shopping in town is also his way of checking on the people of Rhodolite, making sure that their needs are being met and everything is going okay. Despite his rough start as a prince, he cares about his kingdom and takes his job and birthright as prince very seriously. If his people are unhappy, he's unhappy. And anything that could potentially affect you is always on his mind. He sounds like he's always joking with them, but you know maintaining morale is an important job as a leader in the country.

Shopping with Jin is a little bit difficult as you two run into his past flings, so you may expect a lot of interruptions between stops. It can't be helped, when he has such a salacious air and... involved past. But he'll do his best to be quick about it without being rude, making sure his attentions are focused on you and spending the rest of the outing making sure you know that you're the only one for him.

Clavis Lelouch

Clavis never fails to be a bundle of mischief, whether it's inside the palace or out on the town. He happily invites himself to your shopping outings, no matter how brief the excursion or what all you need to pick up. Sometimes he knows you're going to go shopping before you're even aware, a carriage already prepared and his most loving and princely smile on when he escorts you. Even poor Cyran can't do much to warn you ahead of time, often surprised yet not surprised by the third prince's antics.

When you arrive to your favorite tea shop or the markets, you can see the way the expressions of the townspeople twist into terror when they spot the third prince tagging along. Some of them even run for the hills, not that you can totally blame them. And often, shopping with this man can mean some unfortunate pranks occur on unsuspecting citizens. However, once the pranks are out of his system, or you manage to divert his attentions elsewhere, he is quite the picture of chivalry and romance.

Despite his chaotic actions, you know he is still sneaking in helpful advice and kind favors to the various people around town. And Clavis always make sure to sweep you off your feet while you're both out, surprising you with an influx of books to the bookstore that happen to be exactly your taste, or showing you a suspiciously familiar looking baked good at your favorite café. He ties it all in with a bouquet of your favorite color roses, as the cherry on top. Outings with him may be more exciting than expected, but he never fails to make them worth your while.

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[literalbirdperson]

So I'm going to tell the story of my yesterday, which started with an appointment with an ENT and ended with me in the ER. I'm doing this in bullet points, because I am very tired. (Also incredibly angry, but that might be adding to the tiredness.)

1:00 PM. Check in at the new doctor's. The facility is clean and bright, and all the staff are really friendly! That's always nice.

Meet the ENT I was referred to. I like him immediately. He's got a really relaxed, informal manner, but also very clearly knows his stuff.

Talk about surgical history, since I've had several nose and sinus procedures.

Since one of the reasons I am there for ear pain and recurring sinus issues, he starts the exam. Ears look great, he says! The pain is probably referred pain from my mouth. Do I grind my teeth? Yeah, I used to, but I might be again due to The Maladies.

He checks the back of my throat. "Oh, you have tonsil stones?"

"I... I do?"

Then he pulls out the horrible snake camera, and I resign myself to discomfort while he tours my nose and sinuses. I watch the screen and make very attractive "man was not meant to feel something pressing against a sinus wall" noises while he digs around.

Investigation over, he gives me a tour! Everything is about what I expected, he shows me old surgery sites, and then scrubs the footage forward a bit and goes "but here's where your problem is."

See, the other problem is, I keep spitting out these awful discs of dried mucus. And they stink!

Well. It turns out that I have a chronic infection in my adenoids. And what I keep spitting out is from there. I'll spare you the details.

Gross! But treatment should be pretty simple if it's staph, which it usually is. A couple of rounds of antibiotics usually knocks it out. If not, we'll culture it and go from there.

"So my throat has been infected for over two years?"

"Maybe even a lot longer than that!"

So we have a game plan. His assistant checks me out, hands me some papers and says "here's your record and a paper copy of your prescription, but we faxed it to your pharmacy as well."

2:00PM. The pharmacy app isn't showing them working on the RX.

3:00PM. I call them to see what's going on, get into a verbal fight with the phone tree, am finally allowed to leave a message. I am polite!

3:15PM. Pharmacist calls back. "We don't have an RX for that medication for you." Cool. I'll check with the Dr and have him re-fax. Oh! I have a paper copy of the-- there is no RX in my discharge papers, either. Fine. Calling.

3:30PM. There's nothing to re-fax, either, as the prescription was never even entered into my medical records! They are so sorry about the oversight, this is being flagged as high priority and his assistant will call you to let you know when it's been faxed to the pharmacy.

5:00PM. Why did I think something was going to go right for me medically? Why? Why me? Exhausted chronically ill/disabled breakdown incoming.

5:13PM. Text from pharmacy. They're working on the RX. It will be ready by noon tomorrow. Do you need it sooner? [YES]

5:15PM. Your prescription is ready.

5:30PM. Emotional collapse staved off for another day. Go to get RXs, with plans to stop to get ramen with spouse across the street from the pharmacy and enjoy the week being over.

5:45PM. Pharmacy tech tells me to go to the consult window if I want to talk about the antibiotic. Since it's completely new, I head over.

5:55PM. Pharmacist storms over, very clearly annoyed, and at me, not in general. Makes direct eye contact with me and starts reading me, word for word, the information on the bottle like I am a small child who can't read. I just wanted to know if there were any worrisome side effects.

Tell her to "have a good night!" She scoffs, literally holds up her hand in a "shut the fuck up" gesture and storms off.

Me and my spouse: "Huh. That was weird."

6:00PM. Take first dose of antibiotics with dinner to help keep stomach upset to a minimum.

7:00PM. Hives break out on my forehead. Then my thigh. Then my arms. Then suddenly my skin is bright red, bumpy, and burning literally everywhere.

That's not good. So I start looking up Bactrim side effects, since the pharmacist didn't deign to tell me. Discover I am having an allergic reaction, but only need to go the ER if my lips and face begin to swell, my vision gets blurry, or I have heart palpitations.

8:00PM. Lips are tingly. Look in mirror. I am lobster red and my face is swollen, as are my lips! I take two benedryl and both my inhalers, and we start looking for which ER to go to.

While we're looking, throat starts to swell. Swallowing is becoming impossible. Closest ER it is, even though I fucking hate it there. But it's a mile away and I want to be where the adrenaline and intubation kits are in case this keeps getting worse.

I am going to regret that decision.

Am forced to go through security and submit to a bag check before I can enter the ER itself. While actively struggling to breathe, which is distressing to both me and the guard.

Receptionist asks what I am there for. "I'm having an allergic response to an antibiotic. I can't breathe well."

She hands me a ten-page thick clipboard and tells me to fill it out, and then she'll get me in the queue.

What queue? There are TWO OTHER PEOPLE HERE. (See, everyone hates this hospital.)

So I start struggling to fill out the paperwork, but I am now to the blurred vision, mental confusion state. I keep having to pause to gasp for breath, and my penmanship is fucked because my hands are shaky from either albuterol or fear.

Spouse walks the paperwork back over to the receptionist.

We spend another 15 minutes sitting there while I am gasping for breath and grabbing at my throat every time I try to swallow because it feels like I'm being STRANGLED.

Nurse comes out to bring me back. We get intercepted by an angry man who has been watching me slowly dying but is still pissed because he got there first.

Nurse takes the time to explain to him what triage is while spouse literally holds me up.

I get a bed. Nurse tells me I'm having a classic allergic reaction and I'll probably be right as rain after some steroids. Hooks me up to all the monitors, tells me the doctor will be right in.

Doctor comes in. Listens to my lungs. Tells me my throat is not swollen even though she tried to grab to hold me upright when trying to swallow made me look like a gagging cat. But, my lungs are clear! Tells me they're going to monitor me to make sure I don't get worse, but she doesn't see anything to worry about.

LADY MY SKIN IS AS RED AS A VAMPIRE'S FAVORITE PAINT SWATCH FOR THEIR BEDROOM REMODEL.

She leaves. another nurse with the bedside manner of someone who enjoys kicking puppies walks in and starts taking my blood pressure.

The alarms go off.

"He put the cuff on wrong," he mutters, then wraps it so hard it hurts and runs it again.

The alarms go off.

"Do you have high blood pressure?" Mildly. NOT LIKE THIS.

"I'm going to go get the doctor." He leaves. He does not turn off the shrieking blood pressure machine.

10 minutes later: it's still screaming. Nobody has come by.

20 minutes later: see above.

30 minutes later: see above, except this time I start my stopwatch.

1 minute later: I get up and turn the fucking thing off, then unhook myself from everything.

40 minutes later: I am now itching so badly that I am scratching my arms bloody.

45 minutes after that, Puppykicker comes back in. "You ready to go home?"

Me, unnaturally red with hives so intricate that there are probably braille words on me, no longer struggling for breath, but 100% more bloody than I was when he walked out of the room an hour and 40 minutes ago: "Actually I'd like to speak with the doctor. I'd like to discuss steroids, since I am itchy."

"I'll go get her." Sure, Jan.

5 minutes later: Puppykicker comes in with a glass of water and a tiny cup of MASSIVE prednisone pills. "Here's 50mg prednisone. She says you're ready to be discharged."

The doctor. Is giving me. 50mg prednisone. Without speaking to me to see if I am allergic to it. When I came in with a severe allergic medication reaction. And is going to discharge me rather than wait around to see if I'll be ok.

Nurse watches me choke and struggle to take the pills. Because we're also giving an oral steroid to the bitch who can't swallow. Puppykicker does NOT care.

At that point, risking it and calling an ambulance if my throat closed up again was more worth it than staying there. Went home, stayed up long enough to confirm I am not going to start gasping for breath again. Passed out for two hours, got woken up by all 3 cats fighting over who gets to be in my lap. I have been taking two benedryl every 4h for the itching/hives and while my skin is its normal color again, everything itches so bad.

So my ENT is going to get a fun surprise on Monday when I inform him that the meds I had to fight to actually obtain have now left me with a hospital bill.

I also made an appt with my PCP, because this is the second medication since May that has done this to me. And they are not even remotely related to one another.

I guess what's 3 more days of living with a throat infection I've had for months, at a minimum?

[fallish]

The BL tropes game: 6,9,12 ;)

thank you so much for hearing my plea, welcome 💛

6. Coming of Age

the first kbl i ever watched: light on me! this was just such a cute show where the mc is endearing and going through a life rebrand where he no longer wants to be alone. it makes sense who he goes after, but its a story that tells you you’ll find love so long as youre keeping your heart open. the storytelling is lovely and i was enamored 🥰

9. Fake Dating

Wedding Plan! This one gets a lil steamy so be warned 😂 the fake dating trope is usually done in such a way that you know it’s happening right from the start. this is not one of those!!! I adored namnuea and all his reactions (and occasionally his love for mcdonalds - i apologize for the product placement in this one in advance, they came on so strong 😭) and honestly his indecision, his moral qualms, all of his humanity made me pick this show for fake dating. paksunny have their first run together with this one and i highly recommend it if you enjoyed the og series this is a spin off for, love in the air.

12. Forced Proximity

this may not be the top choice of most people, but love class season 2. I really liked season 1 and i think in comparison, season 2 is more fleshed out with more/different characters to get into. you dont need to watch love class 1 to watch love class 2. the love story between minwoo and maru is the forced proximity trope done by having one character, maru, just moving in, and quite honestly barely asking, just assuming, “hey, we’re friends! this will work!” spoiler alert: yeah it kinda does work but it gets worse before it gets better. this show has everything: a dating class, an intriguing mystery plot, a romance amongst teachers, a one night stand only trope, one sided love to requited love, a coffee shop au, a fake dating au, black cat x orange cat dynamics, an undeserved prison sentence, etc etc. its quite literally chalk full of of everything and the story carries the three couples of this show in every direction. i couldnt stop watching!

i hope this excuse to talk about these shows leaves an impression!! i tried to pick some that i dont see people talk about too often 🥰

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annabel is sitting on the couch watching television, eden is half-ass cooking dinner in the kitchen. she watches as her sister shifts slightly, like she’s still getting comfortable in her own skin. is it weird, returning to a body that was yours previously, yet was taken from you, she wonders. there are so many questions that eden has for annabel, regarding the status of life after death and just what happens, what it feels like - if there is anything to look forward to - but she feels in the same sense that she can’t simply ask.

‘so how was it when you were dead?’ isn’t a real conversation starter, and it never should be.

reaching for the pot, eden grabs it without some sort of heat protection, because she’s far too busy staring in the direction of her younger sister to pay attention, and immediately drops it back to the stove with a muttered curse under her breath.

“sonofa….” she starts, a bit too loud before realizing that annabel is no longer on the couch and is currently standing in the kitchen, staring back at her. a heart pressed to her chest at shock, she winces at the bit of pressure from a now burned hand, but takes a breath to stop her lungs from aching.

“i could feel you watching me,” she says, through eyes that hold no emotion. that are dead and staring back at her with no light behind them, and eden wants to weep. where is her baby sister, full of brightness and love, where did that part of her soul escape to when she was brought back. “i….” eden starts, but is unable to put together a coherent thought. instead she busies herself by going to the sink to run some cool water on the burned skin of her hand, seeking some sort of relief and a bit of a distraction for the time being.

“i’m sorry…” she says, words repeated so often she fears they hold no weight. sorry this, sorry that, she doesn’t know how to express anything other than sorrow in the recent moments of her life, happiness forgotten like a leaf on the breeze. “how are you doing?” she figures that’s a safe enough question, because it was normal, at least. she wasn’t asking for a deep dive into her sister’s psyche, just a simple update.

“fine.” she says, standing there in the harsh fluorescent lights above, tilt of her head as she glances over at eden whose turned back from where she was washing her hand to look at her sister, immediately forgetting about her burnt hand when she goes to lean back on the counter and get a better view of her sister, standing a ways away from her.

she needs to have this conversation with annabel before she bursts, but the idea of starting it wants to send her into a tailspin. eden takes a step forward, using her noninjured hand to press against her sister’s cheek, brushing a strand of wayward hair from being in front of her face. “you sure about that, kiddo? i know you haven’t been sleepin’ well….” there have been far too many times in the recent nights that eden’s lack of sleep could be attuned to that of her sister’s lack of sleep. screams in the middle of night due to terrors unknown. 

“yeah, well…” annabel starts stops. shrugs her shoulders. “guess that comes from y’know, bein’ dead for two weeks and all.” eden feels a sense of guilt seep back into her bones at the mention, so she did know - that was both a relief for not having to have that conversation, but also a concern. 

how did she know?

 “….do you wanna talk about it?” annabel sighs, tears her gaze away from her sister and shirks away from the attention altogether, starts to walk out of the kitchen, but not before speaking a final set of words. “maybe someday….not now though. i’m not ready.” eden nods, pushes on her shoulders to guide her back towards the television.

“dinner’ll be ready soon, go enjoy your show.” 

for tonight, she won’t get answers, but the idea that they were coming that was going to have to be enough for now.