#kb closing night

[kenobster]

Everything about recovery is just so unfair.

You're living a certain way, probably because it's been the only way that made you feel okay, and then you find out that your way of living isn't serving you as well as you thought it was. So you have to learn from scratch how to live a completely different way. At a time when you're at your lowest, when you're most exhausted, when you most need to feel safe, you have to do the opposite of what has been helping. It's the only way to get better.

Worse, everyone else has had a huge head start. Years and years ago, they all learned how to do the things that you're just barely learning now. And whether or not they mean to, they expect you to know how to do the things you don't know how to do. If you're frustrated or struggling or just need a break sometimes from this New Way of Living, then that's too bad. Your mental health is your responsibility now. You're expected to take expert accountability for things you only have a novice's understanding of — and at a time when you're the most prone to the habits the pain has been causing you.

It's just so impossibly hard, and you have to do it all without even an ounce of hope that it'll get any easier.

[sanarkeo]

they can’t love you like i love you

nayeon wants to show her girl off to the world.

alternatively: look at you getting fucked by someone you barely know on your first date!! nayeon x reader smut - exhibitionism - humiliation - dom!nayeon w sub!reader - idol!nayeon w idol!reader - power dynamics? unnie kink sorry lol... 4+k words long for some reason

-

it all started at music bank a week into your group’s promotions for the new title track, when your manager entered the waiting room and yelled out that she had a surprise for all of you. you looked up from your phone just as the hairstylist had fixed your bangs and shot an intrigued look over to your closest friend in the group. she raised her eyebrows at you and mouthed: “twice?”

you knew then that it was all over for you.

even being at the music program today, occupying the same building as them brought you a rush you’d only felt going up on a stage and seeing a thousand fans gush over you. you were finally going to be able to meet them, actually meet them. not smile and wave from afar. you could finally talk about how much they’d inspired you, even take a picture with them. but you’d be lying to yourself if you said your heart wasn’t in full on palpitation mode thinking about finally seeing your favorite girl face to face like this.

you’d even set her as your lockscreen for god’s sake. but maybe then the rumors were true and her face does bring good luck or whatever. embarrassed just wondering what’d happen if she ever saw it, you shoved it into the shallow pocket of the tightest mini skirt the stylists could’ve fit you into and left the room with your members.

the meeting with twice was brief and took place in the most random of kbs corridors. most of what you’d remembered of it was tripping over your words, bowing a bit too much and too fervently, and staring at how gorgeous they looked in person. seeing them in concert was nothing like this.

“congratulations on your new song!” sana shrieked, pulling your leader into a hug and beaming at the rest of you. “ah, i love seeing juniors with so much passion!”

they took turns wishing your group the best and exchanging some encouraging words. you were avoiding eye contact with one of the girls in fear you’d combust, but felt her gaze lay heavily on you. The way im nayeon stared you down stirred something in your stomach and made your fingertips tremble against the copies of signed albums.

Unlike jihyo or dahyun, she barely said a word beyond the niceties. Which was odd, because nayeon was nayeon. Her expression was fixed and ambiguous, and you swore at yourself for giving into looking her up and down. She was wearing that outfit from the concept photos. the one with that fucking jacket and the tube top and that skirt. nayeon had her gloved hands on her hips and you had to tear your eyes away, afraid of letting your stare wander too much.

when your manager signalled for the group to get to rehearsals, you hurried to bow once more with your members and hastily presented the signed albums to twice. when you gave a copy to nayeon, she accepted it with both hands and a closed smile.

“thank you, y/n-ah~”

you turned on your heels and ran back to the waiting room to get ready. your members teased you for how pink your face had turned even with all your makeup on.

-

when filming was done, your body felt the pressure of the late nights and intense practices come crashing through. you were just glad you’d be able to get a full night’s sleep. stepping into the waiting room ready to change back into your clothes, the sight of your manager glowering at you made you wince.

“how many times do you have to lose your phone? you know, twice’s manager had to come all the way here to hand it to me.”

she sighed and handed you your phone, now with long, deep cracks sustained from a corner - it must’ve fallen out of your pocket while you were running.

you and half your members got into a van to get back to the dorms. as soon as you settled into your seat and got comfortable though, they started to take sneaky glances at each other and giggled.

“i used to think you liked nayeon-sunbaenim too much but i think she actually likes you back,” one of them teased.

“oh my god, did you see how she was looking at you?”

“or maybe she hates you somehow? either way, even i began blushing…”

“-please, please, please guys i think she was just like ill or something.” you were tired, sure, but the annoyance also had something to do with wanting to never think about the stray possibility of her liking you at all. you turned on your phone to send a text to a friend when you saw it. just as you were going to attach some pictures, you were greeted with a flood of selfies of nayeon.

you first raised an eyebrow at your members who were also busy on their phones, as if they played some lame prank on you. but you soon realised that you’d never seen those nayeon selfies before (you were surprisingly on top of twice content for someone who clocked an average of 4 hours of sleep), and that those selfies looked really fucking recent. taken today, recent.

there she was, standing in front of a bathroom mirror, your phone looking small in her hand, a thumb slipped under the waistband, pulling it ever so slightly down. as soon as you saw it, you dropped your phone onto your lap and took a deep breath. nayeon found your phone, nayeon took your phone, nayeon saw your lockscreen and nayeon used your phone to take insanely hot mirror selfies in the kbs bathroom.

all the other images you flicked through were just slight variations of the first, till you landed on a short video. playing it, you saw nayeon moving your phone back and forth from the mirror as she cycled through an array of poses, mouthing… something?

one of your favorite things about im nayeon was how she could sing like an absolute angel, light and airy, while having this depth and hoarseness in her speech. you pressed the speaker against your ear and upped the volume ever so slightly. the sound of her voice, nearly whispering, soft and sultry, forced a sigh out of you. you’d thought she was just spewing random numbers, which you would’ve accepted anyway, but then it hit you.

it was her number.

-

you [9:01 pm]

hello?

nayeon [9:05 pm]

what took you so long?

-

before your first date, all she’d given you was a date, a time, and an instruction: wait for me outside your building. the surprise in it made your breath hitch as you stepped out the front door to your dorm. the fact that you kept it a secret from your members and managers gave it the mildest sense of danger you craved after years of obedience. when you got down to the entrance, you saw nayeon leaned against her coupe in an off the shoulder midi and heels.

“you got down here a lil early… you this eager for our date?”

in an instant, your cheeks flushed red. first, because in the 3 weeks you’d been texting each other, you must’ve forgotten how beautiful she looked in person. then, because you looked down at yourself and realized how underdressed you were. nayeon clocked this, and you didn’t notice how she tried her best to resist smirking.

“sorry, umm… i didn’t know we were going somewhere fancy…”

it didn’t click that maybe she’d left that bit out intentionally.

“don’t worry babe, a pretty face like yours doesn’t need a flashy dress to make an impression.”

she opened the door for you then got into the driver’s seat. all the way to the restaurant, you held in the urge to ask her to keep her eyes on the road. it was surreal. being in im nayeon’s car and her driving you to your first date at a restaurant you could hardly afford on your rookie checks. her looking into your eyes, staring at your body like she’d eat you whole.

you’d admit you felt uncomfortably warm as she cursed out other drivers. you’d admit you leaked through your underwear when she gripped your bare thigh with her left hand and drew lines with her thumb. you felt her grip loosen and her fingers trace your thigh higher and higher until she pulled it back to hold the wheel.

“ahh! we’re just around the corner. i hope you like french food?”

-

you had a curfew, you had dozens of unanswered texts and yet you were tipsy in im nayeon’s apartment. putting down your glass of wine on her coffee table, you looked over at her floor-to-ceiling windows - a view of the han river at midnight framed perfectly - and shook your head at your stupidity.

your leader might kill you. your company could set your contract on fire.

then, you turned and saw nayeon there, bathed in yellow light, head propped against her hand, biting her bottom lip.

“thank you for tonight,” she said and set her glass down to take your hand and stroke the back of it gently with her thumb.

your leader was going to kill you. your contract was up in flames. whatever.

throughout dinner, all that initial embarrassment of feeling out of place in a dimly lit restaurant full of finely plated dishes and women decked out in jewelry, died down and was replaced by a heat that grew up your neck and between your legs. nayeon made you feel like you were the only girl in the room. like you were worthy of everything. like you were beautiful and good. you tried to play it cool but when she got the bill and asked you if you wanted to come over to her place, you’d never felt more easy in your life.

so there you were, the wine’s acidity coating your tongue, your throat dry, just craving her lips that were parted slightly, right in front of you.

“why did you give me your number?” you asked.

“because.”

nayeon licked her lips and you wondered how desperate you looked at that moment.

“and… and why did you take all those pictures?”

as brazen as nayeon was, you still caught her sheepish smile when it appeared for the briefest moment.

“i knew i had to have you from the moment i laid eyes on you.”

you didn’t know then how long she’d actually kept tabs on you for. she scooted closer and intertwined her fingers in yours, never once breaking eye contact. the smell of bergamot and citrus was intoxicating.

“and it worked didn’t it, babe?”

you hummed in agreement and tore your gaze away from her. but your sight landed on her cleavage and you turned dumb. at once, nayeon lifted up your chin and chuckled, just knowing how much you wanted her.

“texting me straight away like a good girl?"

“i had to.”

nayeon exhaled, closed her eyes and moved her hands to your hips.

“such a good girl for me.”

she kissed you and you never realized how soft lips could be. you laid your arms on her shoulders as she slid her tongue between your teeth, then sucked on your bottom lip till it was sore. when you shifted, you felt how wet you were getting just fantasizing about what that tongue could do to you.

when she pulled away, you saw the desire set deep in her eyes. she tilted her head and sunk her teeth onto your neck. she sucked and licked on your sensitive skin, and you didn’t notice how her hands got under your blouse. you were so sure she’d leave hickeys (and what will you even tell your makeup artists tomorrow?), but the way nayeon’s fingertips traced the curves of your waist left goosebumps on your thighs.

“i-i don’t think i should stay overnight though,” you whined, helping nayeon take off your blouse. “i’m already in so much trouble unnie.”

her bunny-toothed grin appeared as soon as you said that last word and she hurried to get your bra off. “don’t worry, unnie will take care of you.” she tossed your bra aside and steadied her breath staring at your tits. “fuck,” she breathed. “i wish all of seoul could see them.”

she played with your nipples for a while before wrapping her lips around one of them. you threw your head back and moaned, feeling her tongue flick at it and encircle it. she planted kisses across your chest making her way to your other breast and slipped her hands beneath the band of your skirt. you resisted the urge to just spread your legs wide open for her when she pulled it down. you never felt more like a slut than then.

after you kicked the skirt to the side, nayeon kissed you and you whimpered into her mouth. “can i taste you?” she asked, and you nodded and ogled at how the pinkness of her full cheeks spread to her nose.

you squirmed in your seat as you watched her carelessly push back her coffee table and get on her knees. it was mesmerizing seeing her fix her bangs the same way she’d always done when you watched her vlogs or interviews, except this time it was in person, and this time, she’d done it before forcefully dragging you closer to the edge of the sofa.

“fuck…” she groaned. ever since she saw you in that mini skirt, she’d been touching herself to the thought of taking it off of you. now you were in front of her, legs inching apart somewhat unconsciously, she was going to have you. all of you. with your underwear still on, she pressed your thighs further back and took a second to admire the sight of you.

“you’re so wet.” nayeon smirked and dragged her tongue from the bottom of your slit to your clit, the friction from the fabric driving you insane. “so wet for me.” she nearly tore your panties forcing it off of you.

she parted your pussy lips with her long fingers and lapped at your cunt with broad strokes. you writhed and wriggled, sobbing at the way her thick tongue moved onto brushing back and forth over your clit.

“nay-nayeon unnie…”

you bit your lip and looked down, catching her gazing up at you like she was going to devour you. you moaned with each shape she drew with the tip of her tongue.

“my little slut got wet even on the drive over to the restaurant right?”

her tongue teased at your hole, dripping with juices, then sunk into it. you tried moving your hips, grinding against her face to get more of it in, wanting so badly to be filled with her warmth.

“mmh…”

“what a slut,” she muttered, pulling away.

nayeon stood up and ordered you to do the same. she grabbed you by the wrist and yanked you to the window. instinctively, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands and angled your body to the side, nervous at who in those officetels and apartments across the river could’ve seen you.

“no, no,” she said in a low voice, getting behind you and taking your hands in hers, exposing you to the skyline of east seoul. you knew the odds were tiny, but reddened uncontrollably at the thought of some stranger being able to watch. your reputation could’ve been wiped just like that. everyone could’ve found out how much of a slut you were for nayeon. yet, she gently pushed your shoulders down and you obediently took that as a cue to kneel.

“what if someone sees?”

nayeon sighed and sat down, her thighs holding you in place, her clothed chest pressed against your bare back. “you’ll put on a show for them then,” she whispered, and gestured for you to sit down. “you’re good at that aren’t you?”

she forced your legs open, but you tried resisting even to come across faintly as having some sense of dignity. digging her nails into your skin, nayeon spread your legs wide open and you instantly felt the cold air on your pussy again. looking down at all those tiny cars stuck in traffic, at all the red and yellow lights of the city, you shuddered but gulped your doubts straight down. as one of her hands slid down your chest to your abs and finally to your needy pussy, the other groped your breast and rubbed your nipple between a finger and a thumb.

you couldn’t get over how warm and smooth her touch was. she rested her chin on your shoulder and you felt her lips hover behind your ear. “baby, i want the whole world to see you get fucked.”

the moment her fingers skimmed over your clit, you jerked your head back, resting it on her shoulder, and whined. she giggled right in your ear and you felt a wave of tingles run down the small of your back. the image of her eating you out was still burned into your mind.

this was the first time you thought that maybe she just liked to torture you, enjoyed the tension in your thighs as you tried your best to keep them apart. not squeeze them together to get a little more pleasure like a bitch in heat. no, you had more patience than that. just enough to to be able to feel the rise and fall of her chest on your back and not collapse to her feet, pleading to be fucked.

with her index and middle fingers, she slowly parted your folds and you heard the subtle sound of her smacking her lips. “such a pretty pink pussy. i can’t wait to ruin you. can’t wait to hear you beg and cry.” nayeon smacked your cunt and removed a hand from your tits to squeeze your cheeks as you winced in pain. “what do you want? say it.”

“i want you…”

she spanked your pussy again.

“you want unnie to what?”

“i want you use my holes and fuck me like i’m your fuck toy!”

just like that, the pent up horniness from nights wasted fingering yourself senseless to imagined scenarios with her spilled right out. you couldn’t tell how badly that sent her on a power trip, but you had somewhat of an idea. because nayeon dragged her fingers up and down your pussy like it was fucking nothing at all then shoved them so far down your mouth you felt them at the back of your throat.

“suck it,” she ordered.

you obeyed her and wrapped your tongue around the salty slickness of her fingers. you bobbed your head up and down, coating their entire length in your spit. all you could think about was them ripping you open. how she so easily held your tits in the palm of her hand. how much more they would stretch your pussy out than your own fingers.

she pulled them out of your greedy mouth and deftly brought them to your entrance. her fingertips dipped in and out like she was testing you, and the frustration nearly made you break free from her hold.

“please, please, please agh… please fuck me, please!”

she kissed your cheek and held your throat in her free hand. “if you say so,” she quipped, and thrust two of her fingers deep into your hole. she plunged into you fast and hard, you were just dumbstruck at how much they filled you up. she curled her fingers to hit your walls at an angle that made you see stars. your breathing grew ragged as she picked up the pace. nayeon’s grip on your throat tightened and you felt yourself reaching a point where you were so blissed out you would’ve done anything to keep her fucking you at that tempo.

“f-fuck me, fuck oh fuck, please i need you, i need more of you-”

without another word, she forced another finger into you and grunted at how tight you felt, clenched around them. “oh my god, you’re so tight for me,” she sneered, the thought of you feeling so vulnerable and small in her hands made her feel ecstatic. at that point, your brain was mush, and every word that left your tongue was some form of: please, fuck, more, or deeper.

“what was that? d’you want me to slow down honey?” she taunted, and drew her fingers back ever so leisurely. the pressure that was building down in you dissipated and you couldn’t help but grasp at her forearm.

“no- no i was gonna- nayeon… fuck!” you felt tears form and the corners of your eyes. how miserable you must’ve looked to anyone who might’ve peered into the window to see you just there, grinding and fucking onto her unmoving hand until it disappeared. her other hand still on your throat, she shoved you down so you were on all fours.

“you can’t cum now, no, not just yet,” she near growled in your ear. she pushed you around and shifted till your ass was up and facing out onto the skyline. it hadn’t crossed your mind until that night how thrilling it was being treated like a piece of meat in nayeon’s hands. your knees and arms yelped at the cold hard marble tiles, but your belly was hot against the silkyness of her thighs.

then, a hard spank landed on your ass cheek. you shrieked but why were you sticking your ass out even more after that? nayeon massaged your ass and rubbed down to the back of your upper thigh.

“i feel so sorry for giving such a good girl such a bad punishment, but i couldn’t stop myself…” she slapped your ass harder this time and you felt the heat and the pinkness form on your skin. “should i? should i stop?”

you shook your head.

“spank me and fuck me until i’m sore,” you sniffled and rested your cheek on the ground.

nayeon shoved all three fingers back into your sopping wet cunt and pistoned them in and out. the only times she’d ever paused for second were to land a slap on your ass. it stung like hell and each subsequent smack made your clit that bit more sensitive to the accidental brushes of her knuckles.

with every pump deeper into you, nayeon felt your walls squeeze tighter and tighter around her fingers. her arms grew tired and yet she just went faster, knowing how close you were getting.

“cum for me baby, cum for unnie.”

as another smack landed on you, the searing pain combined with the overwhelming pleasure was almost too much to handle. your breath hitched and you clawed at the tiles, nayeon’s pace becoming so unforgiving that you just had to-

“fuck- oh fuck! i’m gonna-”

nayeon nearly came to the sound of your scream. you came so hard you felt like your eyes had rolled back into your skull. speechless, shaking, shivering, even when you felt so overstimulated just having her still fingers inside of you, you could only swipe at her arm. feeling liquid stream down your thigh, you whimpered.

when nayeon pulled your exposed form into her arms, you were enveloped in her warmth and her scent. wordlessly, she rubbed your back and planted tender kisses on your shoulder, up to your jawline and onto your lips.

“i like you,” she confessed. and though it sounded so simple and so light, it gave you butterflies.

she cleared her throat and picked you up. you were initially surprised at how strong she was, then blushed when you thought about the definition in her muscles as she fucked you. she kicked open the door to her bedroom and softly laid you onto her bed. tucking you under her heavy blanket, she gave your forehead a peck and slid into the other side. with how dim the lighting was, you could barely make out how nayeon was just looking at you with a goofy smile plastered on her face.

“i like you too,” you admitted. she stroked your cheek and hummed in contentment. you looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the time on her clock. “fuck. my-my manager, i need to let them know i-”

“shh, shh… darling please don’t worry.” all that fear and anxiety was washed away when nayeon shushed you.

“i’ll handle it, princess.”

-

rahhh first fic! lemme know what you think :D i might continue it but we'll see how it goes... title inspired by underwater by red velvet hehe

[forthelostones]

humans can lick too ─── ⋆ (kinktober)

☄. *. ⋆ fem!reader x dom!abby x perv!ellie ☄. *. ⋆

synopsis: halloween night just turned into another day for you, until you're visited by two desperate ladies.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); threesome, perv!ellie, dom!abby, fingering, nipple play (all receiving), and strap penetration & sucking (r!rec), jealousy, breaking & entering. pet names: baby & dove.

an: this will be my last (purely) smutty post for a while, i want to focus on a different style these next couple of days! this isnt my best & its a bit silly i think but i love this urban legend and i saw someone KB list this as an option. also thanks for 200 follows, much love. (i am taking any requests!)

wc: 2.5k

most halloweens you spend it doing a bar crawl or sitting on your porch, wine in hand, passing out treats. this night was different, you weren’t going out or even entertaining the idea of halloween - it became a normal day to you. earlier this afternoon you took your pup on a walk around the neighborhood and waved to your neighbors who were setting up for tonight. 

“well, city hall sent out an email saying it was imperative that we stay vigilant tonight, y’know.” your across the street neighbor mentioned.

“that’s every year isn’t it? i thought it was typically some teens who come and ruin the fun for all the little ones.” 

“i don’t know, tonight feels different, i'm turning in before 9 tonight just in case. especially with those incidents that happened last month.” 

you took what they said with a grain of salt. you were the youngest among your neighbors and they were always shaken up by the smallest occurrences. but tonight it felt like they may have been right, you couldn’t help but feel a dark cloud follow you on your walk. almost as if someone was watching you. every crunch on the ground your body stiffened, what if something bad is supposed to happen tonight? you and pup rush home in a paranoid frenzy, triple-checking if the front door is locked. 

as soon as you unleash your baby and remove your muddy shoes, you notice how warm the house has become.  you checked the thermostat and it wasn’t set, but you still couldn’t ignore the beads of sweat forming on your forehead. you walk over to the window above the kitchen sink and make a mental note that you should close it before sunset.

 after lounging lazily on the couch you hear the beginnings of laughter and soft screaming in the street for the holiday. you decided you’d do the bowl method tonight and place a note on the front porch, take candy, please! you scroll on your phone waiting for your dinner to heat up and you receive a phone call from your on-and-off against fling, abby.  you guys have a strictly fuck only relationship — she comes and bends you over, then leave. this didn’t bother you, for the most part.

"you coming out tonight?" she questions. 

"nope, staying in." 

your ears perk up at how quiet she’s speaking, but you didn’t care, you liked hearing her voice ring so sweet in your ears. 

"i would love to see you tonight, baby.”

you hear the shuffling of what your paranoid brain assumes to be footsteps coming from your bedroom. you walk towards the steps leading upstairs and get hit with the dial tone. 

“abs? hello?” 

you grip your fingers to form a fist, attempting not to breathe too loudly. just when your foot reaches the first step, the timer on your phone blares, startling you into a silly laugh. you can't believe how spooked you felt.

hey, what happened, why’d you hang up?

sorry, idk bad service, sorry. 

can i see you tonight?

you just throw your phone on the counter as you finish your food and wash your dishes out before going to bed. you reach down to pet your sleepy pup who is also ready for bed. you both travel to your bedroom, belly full and eyes heavy, ready for your head to hit the pillow. you strip off your clothes, throwing them on the floor, not even bothering to throw your laundry in the hamper. you look at abby’s message, wondering if you should reply or not, but you just let your mind drift off. 

in the middle of the night, your neighborhood stood silently as you tussled in bed, wrapping your legs in the sheets. you reach over the edge of your bed to feel your pup. their tongue tickles your fingertips and you smile into your pillow. your heart beats violently when you realize you didn’t close the window downstairs. in a blur you run down and close it, you peer out the window to see the leaves running away in the wind, it brings you some relief. 

you flop back in your bed and stroke your pup again to help you drift away. you feel their tongue caress your palm as you try and regulate your anxious mind. but then they didn’t stop and you became worried, you lean over the edge of your mattress, heart in your belly, and you see a woman in all black. she was lying under your bed, eyes closed, tongue wrapping around your fingertips. she had today's panties laced in between fingers pressed against her nose.

you tremble as you pull your hand away slowly and her eyes shoot open, her arms wrapped in a dark hoodie come from under the frame and she pulls herself up. you blink twice in attempts to see if this was one of those dreams when you’d open your mouth to scream and it was silent. 

“happy halloween,” she mutters from her mask and from initial examination, she didn’t have any weapons.

she brings her hand to the underside of the mask and removes it completely. the familiar face stunned you as you recognized it was your next-door neighbor, ellie. she came from the nicest house on the block, freshly repaved driveway and new cars adorning it, you couldn’t think of a reason why she would want to rob you. in this moment the memories of her flash before you as you two stand toe to toe. you had visited her house a few times for dinner with joel, who had introduced you to everyone in the neighborhood. but she would sit quietly and oftentimes just stare intensely at your face. 

“ellie, dont be rude.” joel would spit, and she would scurry off to her room. 

“ellie? what’s going on?”

“i watch you sometimes, dove. i knew you would be spending this wonderful day alone. i thought i should come and treat you.” 

“treat me how?” you feel a curiousness glaze over your anxious body. 

“i see her every time,” she begins to pace. “she comes over here, fucking you in my face.” 

“what?” 

your mind went blurry. 

“the blonde one.”

“abby?” 

she says walking towards you slowly. “do you remember that one time we almost fucked?” 

her hands come around your waist. “i do, ellie, i don't understand—”

“but then you said it would be weird because we live so close and if it ever went south…” 

her lips were close to your ear, you could hear her tongue snap against her teeth, and feel the heat brush gently against your cheek. her fingertips were playing a tracing game against your lower back. you recall the passionate kiss you both shared at the local bar, her desperate longing to just touch you in a tipsy frenzy. 

“i know, el.”

the florescent haze of headlights pulls into your driveway and interrupts the scene, blasting the sounds of call me little sunshine by ghost— it was abby. ellie’s face scrunched up as the familiar red pick-up shut cut off quickly. 

“what the fuck!” she groaned. 

“ellie, it’s okay, i can talk to her.” 

angrily, ellie snatched your wrist up in her hand and dragged you to the first floor. she shoved you towards the door where abby’s fist was pounding the glass. 

“get rid of her.” 

upon opening the door you see abby scouring the leftover candy in the bowl. she smiles with a faded look behind her eyes. “hi, baby.” 

you pretend to be normal, throw in a yawn, rub your eyes and she comes to pull you into her. her hands come around your ass as she’s one foot in the door already. her lips come to your neck, another leg in the door, and you shove her slyly. 

“what you don’t want to see me or something.” 

“abigail,” you say sternly. “not tonight.” 

she scuffs, “you didn’t get my text did you?” 

“i’ve been sleeping so no i didn’t get it.” 

“well i said, don’t reply if you want me to come see you.” she giggles. 

you grip her toned arms as she walks you backward into the corridor. ellie slams the door behind you both, which causes abby to step in front of you. 

“who is this?” she asks. 

you put your hand on her chest, “this is ellie, my neighbor, we were just about to—“ 

“what?” abby mutters, she gets so defensive that she doesn’t realize she how hard she forced you away. 

“wouldn't you like to know?” ellie smirks. 

in one swift motion, abby is gripping ellie by her hoodie and nearly lifting her off the ground. that’s when you step in between the both of them and make abby release her. 

“you can both have me, how about that?” 

𓆩⟡𓆪

all three of you sat on the edge of your bed. ellie’s hand slithered up towards your swollen cunt, while abby took your other leg and spread you open. ellie was more focused on getting as close to you as possible, desperate. she brought her lips to your cheek and gently pressed it against your feverish skin. she brings her red, bursting lips to yours and crashes into you. it was better than last time like she had been practicing. abby watched her, seeing where she could fit in, and began sucking on your neck. both your hands fall on their thighs, caressing them. 

“so how you wanna do this baby?” abby asks in a whisper. 

“ellie told me she’s been waiting for this. she watches us.” 

ellie looks slightly embarrassed at the fact, but abby smiles mischievously. 

“so you know how good she fucks me?” abby says. 

ellie nods silently, which leads you to then kiss her softly, bringing your tongue past her teeth into her mouth. she moaned obnoxiously at the taste of you. you bring your hands to her shoulders and lay her on her back while abby starts undressing herself. ellie watches you under the bright moon remove her black jeans to expose her nude, lace panties. she cups your face as you see how wet she had gotten throughout the night. 

you bring your hand up her drenched pussy and she trembles, swimming in her hoodie. “you look so cute.” 

she smiles nervously as you pull away her panties to view her swollen clit. abby sits at the head of the bed, completely undressed, skin tickled by the cool air, fingers brushing gently against her nipples, watching you both intently. you look up to her as you begin to bite ellie’s hot thighs. 

“come on, don't tease. fuck her.” abby spat. 

with no hesitation, you indulge in ellie’s sweet slick. she hoists herself up on her elbows to watch you suck on her clit. you knew she had been turned on all night so no foreplay was needed. abby had worked herself up by now rubbing her clit slowly, keeping her unwavering eye contact. ellie swallowed all her moans and flexed her belly at the pleasure your tongue was bringing her. 

she brought her hand up to your head and fucked your face, sloshing all her juices on the tip of your nose and chin. abby gets up and comes around your backside. she slaps your ass, which makes you choke a little. she spreads her lips and comes to the curvature of your ass and starts rubbing her clit against you. being used by the both of them at the same time made your pussy throb. 

“fuck, im so close dove.” ellie moans.

abby plants another smack on your ass, even harder this time. you give ellie two fingers, which instantly causes her to cum in your mouth, she pushed her cunt in your mouth so hard that when she removed it, you were breathless. 

“come here.” she says, dragging you over her body to kiss her. 

she drags her tongue all around your face, tasting herself. abby is now hovering over you both, not knowing if she should be angry or turned on. you crawl over to her and she takes a firm grasp of your neck and leans down to kiss you. she bites your bottom lip which makes you wince and you feel the weight of the bed shift under you as ellie brings her mouth to your ass. 

abby then stuffs your face into her core, lifting up one leg onto the bed so you can slip your tongue inside of her. 

“yes baby.” she melted. you liked when she got like that, submissive. 

“open up for me abs.” you muttered, which was a command you said to her often. while she pulled back her clit hood, ellie brought her mouth to your pussy, which made you moan into abby’s. ellie brought two fingers to your wet hole and started pounding you so hard your ass moved in waves. 

you remove your mouth away from abby’s body and start moaning ellie’s name while looking upwards to abby. she bit her lip out of anger and walked over to your closet to get your strap. she brought your lips up to the toy and commanded you to suck. you knew she hated hearing another woman’s name come from your lips. tears bulb in your eyes from feeling the length fill your mouth. 

once she pulls away, strings of spit coax your chin and abby shoves you on your back. ellie’s fingers popped out of you just when you were so close. abby teases your pussy with her tip and brings her hand to your throat. ellie’s eyebrows knit together, jealous at abby’s dominance. she slips her hand to your clit as abby enters you. 

“say it.” abby said. 

“ellie,” you mewl, leaning over to bring her lips to yours. 

that’s when abby grunts as she presses down on you, making your pussy swallow every inch. 

“spit in my mouth ellie, let me taste you.”

ellie doesn’t hesitate to perch her lips and allow her spit to spread over your tongue, the sight alone makes abby pound harder. she brings her hand to your cheeks and makes you watch her, pulling you away from ellie. you can’t help but pull her in deeper as she slaps into your bruised cunt. ellie wraps her lips sloppily around your nipple and bites it without any warning. you yelp at the mixture of pain both women are putting you in, but it feels so good. your pussy is aching to cum as abby purposely bruises your cervix. abby wraps your legs around her waist and lays her full body weight on top of you, her hips cracking against your thighs. 

“abby! please.” you yell. 

“that’s right scream for me, c’mon.” she says in your ear, sweat dripping onto your neck. 

you twitch under the presser and come so hard that your eyes roll in the back of your head. abby and ellie don’t stop until your legs shake and you try and find the power to push them both away. you twitch at feeling the strap exit your abused hole, feeling gapped, as ellie leaned in to plant a final kiss on your lips. abby exhales and lays beside you and you turn to kiss her too, in disbelief that you’re fucked out of your mind. 

↓ if you don't know this urban legend here's the original! ↓

tw: mentions of pet death, blood, breaking, and entering, & l*nching.

Once there was a nice old lady who had a lovely little dog. One day, the old lady heard on the radio that a crazy murderer had escaped from jail and that she should lock all her doors and windows. So she locked every door and window in the house except one tiny one to let some air in. No murderer would ever get in through there! So that night she went to bed as usual. She knew everything was okay because when she put down her hand the dog licked it. But later in the night, she heard a drip, drip, drip. She put her hand down and the dog licked it. She felt that everything was okay but the dripping was annoying her, so she went downstairs to check on the tap. But the tap wasn’t dripping. So she went to bed again. She woke up again later in the night and thought the dripping sound was coming from the shower. She went into the bathroom, and there was her dog, dead, hanging in the shower, and dripping blood. Written on the mirror in blood was: ‘Humans can lick too!

[mixtape-racha]

jealousy, jealousy | bang chan

your boyfriend got a bit in his head when he saw your co-worker turn up for your tour rehearsals... but he had no reason to worry, did he?

words: 2.05k // warnings: a sprinkle of angst, jealous/slightly possessive chan, insecure!chan, idol!reader, actress!reader, idol!chan, overall fluff | based on this ask sent in by anon!

after the success of your latest drama, your company thought it would be the perfect time for you to embark on a world tour - fans were at an all time high and interest in your career, both in korea and globally, was soaring. you were of course elated at this - the idea of seeing so many of your fans across the world was mind-blowing and an opportunity you couldn’t turn down.

of course, that meant many late nights powering through songwriting, producing, choreographing and discussing visuals for how you wanted your concert to look. finishing a drama, releasing an album and embarking on a tour in the span of a few months was more tiring than you’d ever know your job to be.

sadly, that meant a lot less time with your boyfriend, chan, too. between your chaotic schedule, and stray kids preparing for a comeback, you barely saw your partner. the most you’d been in the same space in the last month was a few fleeting hours after he’d gone to bed and before you’d woken up.

while chan was almost completely nocturnal, you were undeniably an early riser. you’d always been more productive in the early morning, opting to finish your tasks as early as you could, as to enjoy the rest of the day. it was a strange combination, but it worked wonderfully. you balanced each other out in the best way.

so whenever you could, you invited chan to come and watch you rehearse. you also did the same with many of your friends, enjoying the fleeting time you got to spend in the same place at the moment, but chan was alway top of your list. some friends liked to turn up and surprise you too, appearing in the practice room or the venue you were rehearsing at to shower you with support and gifts.

just like today.

in your recent drama, you had played a florist who never believed in real love, being swept up into the world of a handsome model with whom she inevitably fell for. you were beyond lucky to feature in such a star-studded cast in such a respected and well-received drama, and even luckier to have someone like nct’s jaehyun playing your romantic counterpart.

the two of you had become increasingly close during filming, and you both walked away from set having gained a true friend for life. jaehyun was like a brother to you - worryingly because of all the fans of your drama that shipped you off-screen, and because of how awkward it made filming kiss scenes.

sometimes the enthusiasm of the fans wanting you to date got a bit much - you and chan were very open about your relationship, and you had made it very clear both publicly and privately that you and jaehyun were strictly friends. but that didn’t stop people from taking a sweet, platonic moment and running with it.

thats why you were kind of glad no one saw jaehyun entering the kbs arena, where you were currently rehearsing for your opening concert the next week.

jaehyun had walked in with a bunch of flowers and a smile while you were taking a break,and you were ecstatic to see him. it had been too long, in your opinion. placing down your water bottle, you jogged over to him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“jae! what are you doing here?”

he shrugged, offering you the flowers - which you gratefully took. “can’t be in the gangseo district without coming to see my favorite florist rehearsing, can i?”

mood and energy skyrocketing, you and jaehyun sat down, digging into the lunch provided by your company’s staff, catching up on anything and everything worth gossiping about since you last saw each other.

unbeknownst to you, however, chan had also arrived just after jaehyun approached you, hoping to catch you on your lunch break and have a chance to eat with you. upon seeing you with jaehyun, however, he hesitated.

he knew that you and your co-star had become very close friends during the grueling months of filming, and he was more than understanding of it. after all, he had grown up with twice and was undeniably close to the 9 girls under the same company as him. so, he didn’t understand why his stomach flipped and his chest tightened at the sight of you laughing with another man.

you and chris had a very solid relationship. you had sat down and created boundaries and expectations before you even entered into your relationship 2 years ago, and you never had any reason to distrust each other. he also knew how much you had missed your friend in the months you had been so busy, and completely understood why you were so excited to see him.

so, he stood back and chatted with your staff, letting you have some time with jaehyun before approaching you. he was willing to wait, fighting to ignore the worming thoughts of anxiety in the back of his head. he wasn’t that kind of boyfriend, he told himself, so he had no reason to get upset.

laughing loudly to a story jaehyun had told you, you caught a glimpse of familiar blonde curls across the dining hall, heart jumping when you focused and realized it was your beloved boyfriend.

“channie! hi, baby! come here!” you called, unable to fight off a grin and blush when chan smiled and walked over to you and jaehyun.

“hi, babygirl.” he chuckled at your enthusiastic state, kissing the top of your head as he took a seat next  to you.

he was quickly dragged into your ongoing conversation, catching up himself with jaehyun and enjoying having some time with you. on the other hand, you noticed that chan was being a lot more clingy than usual - having a hand on your waist or thigh the entire time, and constantly leaning in to plant kisses across your cheek and head.

not that you were complaining in the slightest. it had been too long since you got to feel chan’s presence this close to you, and your heart was soaring at the mere idea of it. just having him so close made you decide to ask for a couple of days rest, and spend it wrapped up in his arms in your shared apartment. he truly was the love of your life, and you had missed him more than words could describe recently.

but something was definitely off with him. you and chan were known to be a very touchy couple, pda being right up your street for two people whose love language was physical touch - but this was different. this was like he was trying to prove a point. but, why would he-...... oh.

the realization that chris was jealous that you were spending time with jaehyun, while unnecessary, was actually very cute. you knew deep down the incessant shipping of you and you co-worker by fans got under his skin sometimes, but regardless you had a very solid relationship. so, in some strange way, you found it endearing that he would still get jealous.

after about an hour, jaehyun announced that he’d have to take his leave - he had a schedule with his group and needed to head back to his company - leaving you and chris to bask in each other for a bit longer.

climbing onto his lap, you curled up in your boyfriend’s arms, hands instinctively reaching to fuss with his hair. “i’ve missed you, honey,” you sighed. “been too long since i got to see you properly.”

“missed you too, baby. just glad i caught you when you weren’t too busy.” the smile on his face was soft, but there was a slight bit to his voice that he was sure you would miss - he wasn’t even intending for it to come out.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, leaning back to look at his face, quickly noticing the sour expression on his face. something was clearly bothering him, between the touchiness and snappy attitude, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.

shifting your position so you were straddling his lap, you cupped his face in your palms. sighing softly, you stroked the frustration wrinkles out of his skin, concern showing on your face.

“wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, bubs?”

“its nothing, angel,” chan huffed, hands sitting on your waist. “just being silly and overthinking again.”

you wholeheartedly disbelieved that was the case, knowing chan better than he knew himself sometimes. racking your brain, you begged yourself to pick something out that could be the cause of his current despair. until it hit you.

“this wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with a certain coworker of mine, would it?”

when chris couldn’t hide the way his eyes rolled and ears flushed scarlet, you knew you had hit the jackpot. clearly something with jaehyun had upset chris, or even just slightly annoyed him - he was never any good at hiding his emotions.

“tell me what’s up, channie. i can’t help fix it if i don’t know what’s wrong.” you gently pushed, hoping he would cave under your proximity and allow you to share the burden of what was affecting him.

he was silent for a few moments, eyes screwed shut and his grip on your waist tightening slightly. then he blew out a breath, his grip loosening once again as he looked up at you with those big, brown eyes you adored.

“i just- sometimes i think the fans that ship you two are right. you get along so well, and seeing him surprise you here today just… kinda made me think maybe you would work better than us. and the thought hurt. i wanna be the one who makes you smile like that when i surprise you.”

chan’s confession made your heart drop. was he really that jealous of jaehyun and your friendship? had you done something to make him feel this way?

“love… you know you have no reason to be jealous, or upset, or worried? jaehyun is just a friend, and just a coworker. and you know i tolerate the shipping less than you do.”

you prayed that your reassurance would help, but when he simply shrugged you knew it was too much. sometimes chan’s anxiety got the better of him, and in those times it was hard to get through to him. even if he knew you were telling the truth, something in the back of his head told him that maybe he wasn’t good enough.

but you persisted.

“no one could ever compare to you, my love. you’re my hope, my light. and no matter who comes along, they could never make me feel as much love and appreciation as you.”

a small smile tugged at his lips, and you breathed a sigh of relief that your words were getting through to him.

“i know,” chris mumbled through his ambivalent expression. “i know, and i have no reason to feel like this. i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean to worry you, i just get scared one day you’ll realize you could do better.”

you both let out a little chuckle, amused by the way you were both talking like the end of the world was beginning. you softly kissed his full lips, with one last promise of forever in your throat.

“chris, baby. i get it. you don’t have to apologize. just remember that i got paid to kiss him as a character, while in character,” you jabbed him in the chest lightly to emphasize your point. “but you - not him, nor anyone else - you are the one i come home to at the end of the day.”

his face was flushed with emotion, shining through his eyes and into the way his dimples creased his skin as he looked at you with so much love you thought you would burst into a heap of fluff.

“i chose you, chris. i choose you everyday, and i always will.”

ears flushed slightly red, overwhelmed with your confession, chan held his hand out, pinky pointed towards you.

“we’ll always choose each other, yeah? forever. pinky promise?”

wrapping your pinky finger around his, you kissed his cheek gently, reveling in the way he smelt like home.

“pinky promise.”

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[definesanity]

Raining Tigers and Dogs

Ad lib: My friend, who gave me this idea after a vague description of them was given to them by me. (Thanks bud 👍)

For @anonymocha c:

Kaalaa Baunaa was, in the most simple terms, tired.

It was only natural, in hindsight; she, an astrologer, and all the pros and cons that came with it. Such was the fate of her work, and the death of 8 hours of sleep. Heck, she was lucky to get five, at least.

So, she was there, sitting down on a chair, leaning on her desk. She was breathing slowly, focusing on trying to remain awake just that little bit more, so she can observe the stars... just one more, right?

Unfortunately, that wouldn't come to pass, due to the sound of a familiar chuckle.

"Heya, Kaalaa." Medicine Pocket's teasing voice spoke out, and Kaalaa could faintly see the outline of that equally familiar (infamous, even, perhaps?) white lab coat.

Kaalaa Baunaa could barely give out a reply, just humming.

"Soooooooo, I have a question!" they cheerfully continued. "Let's say I asked you to test something. Would you?"

The astrologer blinked up at MedPoc, with the menace's teeth gleaming.

"...Let's say I did--?"

"Sign here!" and in front of her was a sheet of paper.

From Medicine Pocket's perspective, she merely gave it a once over, ticked the boxes, and signed her signature.

They swiftly took it back, and started to walk away. "G'night, test buddy~!"

Kaalaa watched as they left. And then, gave a small chuckle.

-------------------

The door slammed open.

"RIIIIIIISE AND SHIIIIINE, SLEEPYHEAD!"

Kaalaa rubbed her eyes, looking at the researcher who entered her room holding the document. Sitting in her bed, looking at them... it was oddly comedic.

"...Hm?" Kaalaa Baunaa tilted her head.

"Don't give me that, my dear friend! After all, don't you remember last night?" they looked smug. Very smug.

Let's fix that, with a controlled shock.

"...Did you see the boxes I ticked, perchance?"

Medicine Pocket blinked. "Eh? The fuck you mean--?"

They read through, and just above their name,

'The co-operative (Ms. Kaalaa Baunaa) agrees to help the individual who gave them this document (Mx. Medicine Pocket) in any situation, regardless of health, illness, location, weather, environmental happenings, ect.'

That was meant to be the trump card, and why they looked so happy when giving them it.

And it was unticked. Making it void.

"...Piss." they muttered, and spun on their heels--

"Wait." the woman spoke out, and the 'doctor' paused in their walk. "What was it meant to be? I never agreed to physically help you, yes... but, does that mean I cannot help you in simply discussing it?"

Medicine Pocket looked at her. And then, sighed. "Yeah, sure, whatever..."

They closed the door and walked on in, and sat down on the edge of her bed. "It was meant to help with drowsiness."

Kaalaa gave them a nod to continue, and they rolled their eyes.

"Now, yeah, sure, Sotheby already made that 'Hangover Over Potion' because of Lilya's alcohol addiction problem, but it apparently has some side effects, mostly the usual, like diarrhoea, vomiting, migraines, the words, basically.

"Now, this one I'm making won't have any of that, barring the headache. But that'll be there to see if it works. If it feels like a numbing sensation, excellent, should be over soon. If not? Tough shit, buddy, I guess!"

Kaalaa Baunaa could not help the laugh that left her. "You have an... interesting mind, Medicine Pocket."

They sighed again, putting their head in their hands. "Oh, just--! Call me MedPoc! Jesus, woman!"

"Then by all means, call me KB."

A groan, a laugh, and a silence, before the discussions started anew.

It was not a perfect relationship. But, really, what was?

[rereisstuff]

TROUBLEMAKER !

summary: the kbs song festival was here and you and Jaehyun were required to do a collab, who knew that handsome man was so shy.

pairing: idol!reader x idol!jaehyun

“Jaehyun you need to control your ears, they’re so red!” Bada yelled as soon as he placed his hand in your hip and you leaned back to grab the back of his neck while pressing your back to his chest.

with a faint smile you continued with the rehearsal, while now all Jaehyun was red.

as you both are the visuals were required to do a collab stage to bring some emotion to the awards, just as SNSD’s Yoona and 2PM’s Junho do almost every year for MBC.

the song picked for you were Troublemaker, a super sexy and touchy song for total strangers.

now you were in SM’s dancing room with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen and a funny dance teacher.

“okay, i can’t with you Jaehyun” Bada exhaled as soon as the rehearsal was over and you were sharing breath with Jaehyun because of the final pose; again with a super red Jaehyun that tried to avoid your gaze.

“let’s have a 10 minute break, i’m going to get coffee i’ll bring you some”

as soon as Bada went out the room Jaehyun almost drop you to the floor causing you to laugh “i’m not sick or any of that sunbae”

“oh my god i’m sorry i’m just…i’m really nervous like, my solo stuff is always by myself and never with someone this pretty so…oh god i didn’t mean it….” Jaehyun just closed his mouth suddenly as he started to talk nonsense.

was this the man that everyone were thirsting all over tiktok when your searched it? was this the man you asked Yugyeom to arrange you a date with but he said no because he was ‘too serious’?

it must be a joke.

“you didn’t meant to say i was pretty or all the other things?” you tried to joke but he seemed close to cry of stress so you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“i’m not intimidating sunbae, i’m just a cute visual in a band of ten and i’m friends with Kim Yugyeom because we’re alike” you laugh it of causing him to faintly smile as he seemed more relaxed.

“this performance is really no personal space allowed, i think it’s a little uncomfy because we don’t know each other that well” Jaehyun scratched the back of his neck while going all red again.

you raised your eyebrow jokingly, making Jaehyun realize that he sounded as he was trying to say that the song could only be performed by having an intimate relationship.

“i didn’t meant it like that!”

“okay, it’s fine i mean we can start with having a nice dinner thursday nigh?” you inquired and even if you seemed calm during all the convo you were definitely crying of emotion in the phone with Lisa and Eunha at night.

Jaehyun exhaled, trying to think in how to explain he wasn’t doing a inappropriate invitation but gave up and nodded “i’ll pick you up, send me the address and the time”

“it’s a deal”

as in a magic trick, Bada stormed into the room again, holding a box with two iced americanos.

“okay Jaehyun, we need to film the behind the scenes so you better calm down”.

you smiled at each other and you couldn’t help to blush now.

“oh damn fine, now you too?!”

[bitterkarmaa]

KB MOON HAS ARRIVED!! My dapper dappled boy <3

⬇️Fast facts time!!⬇️

-> He/him!

-> As seen from the odd way his legs bend, he retains some animalistic tendencies from KC, such as stance, behavior, and the fact that he refuses to wear shoes 👍🏼

-> The white dapples on his clothes are optional! Flat color is fine too :)

-> Sharp toofers!

-> He used to have a tail, but it got in the way when he was working so he removed it. Now he has the ribbon, instead!

-> The completely pitch black side of his face DOES have an eye, it’s just hyper sensitive to light. He keeps it closed in bright spaces and even has a setting to turn it off completely if needed, since it is known to malfunction due to improper wiring.

-> Since retiring from his previous role as the Naptime Attendant, he has switched out the ruffles around his neck for a scarf that he feels suits him better.

-> He still sometimes watches over the kids when Lunar or Sun is busy, but he’s not very good with them due to his short temper. Some of them still love him bunches though!

-> “Night-themed jester” is a generalized term that he finds rather insulting, thus why I usually only use that label when writing from the POV of Eclipse. Quite obviously, he is no longer much of a jester!

-> Speaking of Eclipse…Moon feels responsible for the permanent damage Eclipse sustained, and is most often the one to help him on his worst days because he feels as if he owes it to him.

[nuctoria]

KB as Luigi's toxic ex.

Listen.

Me, @istadris and probably many others who have seen their post have headcanoned that King Boo is Luigi's bitter, toxic ex who is pissed off that he was dumped and wants him back. Last night I came up with a literal timeline of how everything went down from LM1 to LM3 and I want to talk about it.

Lm1: KB was just another villain trying to show superiority, didn't even think Luigi would show up to save his bro and didn't have any traps or plans to defend against him, didn't even think he had to, hence why only the boos and poltergeist were actively aggressive towards Luigi, as it was under KB's command since he didn't want him getting Mario back, who was the actual priced possession at the time. Heck, there weren't even any Toads to save from paintings which shows KB's main goal.

Aftermath: KB is defeated and is shocked that he was defeated by Luigi, the second, shadowed brother of the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom with only a damn vacuum and some tiny elemental spirits he found hidden in the mansion. He wants to be mad but he's more curious and intrigued instead. This then leads him to try and learn more about the green man, heck even getting into Mario Kart, Mario Party and other games like this to try and approach him after hearing that Bowser was invited to these events too (He couldn't get into Smash Bros cause then it'd be too many Mario characters).

Start and end of the relationship: Luigi and KB know each other more personally now and they it ends up with them dating. But, KB is still an egotistical king that wants more power and he finds the purple gem stone that he replaced the red one with and it makes him more insane and aggressive. Luigi is scared and has to break up with him, trying to do so as lightly as possible so KB isn't too hurt emotionally and they can still be friends. Take three guesses on how that went based on LM Dark Moon. KB is furious and in denial, not wanting to let go of Luigi, but when he doesn't succeed he's so enraged that he swears to get revenge for this and keep him forever.

LM Dark Moon: KB learns of the new, docile ghosts that stay calm thanks to the power of the floating crystal called the Dark Moon (which I honestly want to look more into) and shatters it to unleash chaos and gain control over them. By this point, he knew how Luigi was the only one who could actually take on ghosts and boos and that he was more closely associated with EGadd so he was certain that he'd be called to do the job. Also because he kidnapped his brother again. The toads were just there and why not trap them to make it more fun? Afterall, the Toads were proper assholes to Luigi in way too many games so he took this chance to punish them for it. I don't think KB created all these mansions, he just found them and used them as his arenas, letting the ghosts figure out the how each one operated and use it to their advantage, with the boos often keeping them in line to the king's goal at hand. Even so, it was obvious that KB was more focused on doing actual harm to Luigi, with the creatures he created thanks to his new gem, to controlling the ghosts and even cursing the broken pieces of the Dark Moon, to going as far as to open a portal and let so many ghosts in that it nearly lead to the dimension collapsing on itself! All of this in a single night! I also want to point out the part in the scene at Secret Mines, where the boos had the ghosts in those red crystals to make them more powerful, taunting them while they themselves looked scared and trying to free themselves before having all that power forced into them and driving them crazy? That probably gave Luigi PTSD since he went through something similar with a worse outcome. And to top it all off, when he had finally all the pieces and thought he could go back to the lab to prepare to get Mario with probably the help of the ghosts, KB sabotages the camera that pixelated Luigi and went him in a pocket dimension that no one would be able to reach them and he couldn't escape from on his own. Honestly, I loved how they didn't have KB move at all besides him floating and staring at Luigi like that the entire time he mocked him, it made him look way scarier, like the calm anger mixed with menace. KB probably tried to make a deal that he'd let Mario go if he came back to him and ruled the land with him but Luigi refused and the fight started, if he couldn't make Luigi come to him willingly then he'd look lovely in a painting above his throne.

LM3: KB. Has. Lost. It. He is royally pissed and more psychotic than ever. He has become more ruthless and desperate to make Luigi pay before he is captured, knowing he couldn't save anyone, especially his bro and the princess. He was truly lucky he found such a naive ghost to willingly and obediently do anything he asked for and made the hotel probably as luxurious as his own castle as a way to show Luigi that this was the luxury he could have had but won't be able to enjoy now that he controlled ever spec of it. He is set on punishing Luigi in the worse way possible, the bosses using terrifying methods to defeat him, all unique and terrifying. Have you seen the T-Rex one? All ghost bosses had some strategy but that boss fight was immediate with no strategy except brute force and desire to kill. And the hotel is filled with deadly traps, spiked walls that slowly close in on you, locked in a room with deadly gas, axes swinging from the ceiling to slice you, the ceiling being threatened to collapse on you in a slow and torturous way, the list can go on but you get the idea. Luigi is greater danger than he'd ever been and at this point, KB is set on having Luigi alive or dead as long as he's his. He is sick to double-death with him slipping away from him when none of this even needed to happen.

[whentherewerebicycles]

I worked so hard today but also had some great early morning time with the baby, got to kiss his beautiful bald head between meetings, and then took him over to liz’s for dinner where he was very sweet and chatty with everyone. I then stayed up too late reading about rare complications for the septoplasty surgery I’m having next week 😵‍💫 I think I just need to choose to set the worry aside and trust that everything will be fine. I think my fear is mostly just like, the current state of things is not great (can’t breathe through my nose most of the time especially at night and have barely any sense of smell) but I’ve been living with that for 35 years so it’s obviously bearable. but it seems like if things go wrong it can become extremely unbearable in life-ruining ways (and of course the internet is rife with horror stories). and I think that I also just have this new terror of like, if something happens to me what happens to owen? what if this routine surgery ends up wrecking my life at a moment where he is so so vulnerable and utterly dependent on me? if I look into my heart of hearts I don’t actually think anything bad is going to happen and I’m not actually that genuinely worried about it. but it’s weird and new to have this extremely strong sense of, I must be extra extra cautious because a tiny being needs me to be fully present and there for him. ANYWAY I’ll discuss it with my therapist tomorrow blah blah blah but it’s on my mind a bit.

ok. tomorrow—two appts in the morning, then shower/get ready, then go for a walk with my siblings and the babies and the dogs probably. then I must must must finish:

JW’s cornell essays x 2

SD’s northwestern essays x 3

NF’s personal statement

MN’s AD doc + possible final edits to harvard and the long essay

I should also listen to the recording of the training I need to make up. I HAVE to finish one of those before I meet with KB on wednesday and I should really finish both. oh also I think I am having Liz & A over for dinner so I’ll have to make food, maybe something easy like roasted veggies + pesto tortellini. I have lots of work this week, but I’m so close to the finish line with most of my students!MN, DN, SD, and JW will be over the first huge hurdle by Friday with only cleanup work left to do before 11/1. NF will be done by Sunday, I hope. EP is done with his 11/1 schools and it shouldn’t be too hard to finish the rest of his stuff. TW I am committed to through 11/1 but then I can dial it back. we are getting there!!!!!!!!!

[deadpool15]

Besties ?

Today is the faithful day I've been waiting for, the MAMA Awards. A part of me was terrified. This would be the first time I would be without my members, though I knew this day would come. I was always trying not to think about it. Being the only female member of the world's biggest boy group was difficult. I mean, it was hard from the start, I don't know how many people stated my position was pointless and that we would never get anywhere as a group. Though at time I did want to quit, I refused to give everyone the satisfaction of not being able to take the heat. Pretty much all my members are enlisting now.

Even Jungkook, to think we used to walk to school together and I always clung to him, at the time he couldn't stand me to be honest. He believed u was taking his spot. Now he is my best friend or older brother like the rest of BTS. "Soo, are you excited? Your first solo album has been nominated like 5 times. I heard u even got nominated for the KBS awards." I looked at jk slightly while my entire team was trying to get me ready for the night. "It's good, but weird like a good weird kook. I feel like I'm actually growing as an artist now. I mean, I love you guys, and I can't wait to perform with you again, but everyone sees me as this little girl you know. Like you were able to grow out of it, but I still have people telling me my clothes are a little too tight for my age like I'm not a grown ass woman." I say breathing in a huff, not taking in a single breath after all that. "Babes, you just turned 20. You will always be bangtans, baby. And I'll call you later to see how it goes, with you being a big host and everything." I smile and see somi walk into the room. "Is that my beautiful baby girl? Don't tell me it is. Oh my omg, is that your back? You're just letting the world see, huh? Sexyy mama." I blush at her words before my makeup team signals they are done and tell her we have to go since we were running late. Walking the carpet was great, somi being handsy as always. I am answering a few questions here and there. "So how long have our favorite hosts known each other?" I stared at somi as she pulled me close, holding the small of my back. "To be honest, feels like forever. We met backstage during my debut when I wasn't a soloist, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of me." I laugh at that, knowing at first I did try to brush her off. "So it seems, ladies and gentlemen."

Everyone was running around, either lost or simply in a rush. "I remember when we had to go through that," I point towards the artists dancing and singing on stage and rushing backstage to change. "I still have to go through that tonight, baby." I then remembered she did, in fact, have to perform tonight and laugh out loud. "Oo right your bad, so how do you usually host?" She laughs and grabs my hand, holding it. "You're about to find out, babes." We walk out onto the stage, and the audience goes wild. I smile and start to wave at all of them. Before speaking in Japanese.

"Your favorite Japanese princess is here. It's crazy that some of you don't know I'm Japanese. The only foreign member in my group, like come on yall." The crowd starts laughing, and the camera points to the idols, and I scream, getting happy seeing Riize. "Wow, it seems someone sees their favorite idols." I smirk at some words while holding her hand, "I mean, it's riize like come on, guys. You all know why they get the hype. The girls that get it get it. And the girls that don't just don't." Me and somi start talking more about the upcoming performances while making jokes here and there. "OK, yall, I got to get Koreas national it girl backstage so she can change into one of her many chambers." I push her shoulder slightly before, "beauty is simply me." We laugh while walking off stage.

We walked out to present the next section of tonight with everyone gushing over my outify as usual. "Get like me, yall." Me and somi continued to make everyone laugh through the night. "I'll be back babes." Me and somi are sitting backstage eating some fried chicken. "Taste like home, girl. I haven't had this in a fat minute. I missed this." She laughs at me before continuing to eat, and we start to talk since we haven't seen each other in a while. "Your performance is gonna eat, I just know it." She smiles before pulling me closer, and I stop eating to stare at her. "What is there something on my face?" She pushes her chair closer and moves my food out of the way. I was about to argue before she grabbed my waist to pull me even closer. Now, this wasn't 100% out of the ordinary. I mean, somi was always a touchy person. So I never questioned it, though at this moment, it felt odd. "You're acting weirder than usual. I mean, you were acting like this on the phone when I was talking to you while putting on my dress. And earlier this week, what's going on som?"

She looked in my eyes before kissing me. This was completely unexpected. Sure, I mean, somi was a beautiful girl, and anyone could acknowledge that, but to kiss me was wild. "I like you," I stared at her still in shock from the kiss. "I like you to somi- she cut me off. Not as a friend, obviously. I've tried to express it for weeks. You're so oblivious to everything. When guys hit on you, I stand up for you. Telling everyone you're my girlfriend so leave you alone. Or showing up random times at night to your home because you told me you had a taste for a certain food earlier. Or even buy you gifts randomly because you are just so beautiful and I have every excuse to want to spoil you. Say something. Please." I couldn't find the words. I mean, my bestie had just confessed her love to me. "Did you just kiss me while I had chicken grease on my face?" She looks at me like she is about to cry before laughing. "You're very pretty somi, and you my rock. And I can't imagine my life without you. So, I guess I don't kinda like you too." I tell her sarcastically, before she leans in to kiss me again. In the process, we get notified she has to perform, and she looks back at me with that bug bright smile. "Will you watch?" I simply kissed her hands. "Miss a chance to watch my new girlfriend showing everyone what a soloist looks like, wouldn't miss it for the world."

I watched somi perform, and it was amazing to see her as my girlfriend was to see her in a different light. When she was done, I was dressed and styled, and she came backstage to change before looking at me. Kissing me on the mouth, not caring about anyone around. "Really all this babes?" I look at her with a bored expression. "The only no in fashion is to be boring, let's goo." We walk out there, and somi was walking ahead of me. "Wait a minute, guys, I gotta help my girl." I smile at her words blushing again. This would be like the 8th time tonight. "How has everyone's night been?" The crowd starts yelling with excitement, letting us know it has been amazing. "That's amazing to hear, I know mine has been way better than expected," she says while looking at me for the last part. "Sadly, though, we do have to close the night out, guys. we wanted to thank all of you for coming, especially the founding fathers of idols like TVXQ. I know it must've been hard trying to grab your oxygen pumps to get ready this morning."

The crowd starts laughing while the cameraman points to them, and they smile while looking at me. "It's ok to be elderly guys. It happens. I'll see you after to help you with your bad back, gentlemen." Somi pulls me closer before saying her goodbyes. After we finished, a staff member came out pulling me to the side, and smoi proceeds to read a card, and before I know it, I'm being handed awards. I kinda forgot about being nominated to begin with. "Omg, guys, omg. Fuck. Wait shit I can't say fuck. I'm sorry, children, tonight has been so crazy and I forgot all about this part, I just I don't even have speech. So unprepared, to all the girlies that decided hitting me with an award at the last minute was a good idea, fuck you and I still love you. Thanking everyone that has gotten me this far especially myself for being the baddest bitch kpop has ever seen. And too all the girls out there, I want you to know that plenty or people will complain about everything you have or don't have. But this right here shows that girls can do everything boys can do in this industry. If anything, RM is a worse dancer than me. That wasn't needed, but hey, it helps. And too, my best girl, somi, I love you, babes. Bye from your favorite baddest fairy godmother. And good night japan."

[skulls-soul]

Booigi Comic idea

KB: >:( why are you like this

Luigi*tilts his head*:like what

(Also luigi walking down a dimly lit hall shaking with a vacuum hold close. eyes glossy, lips pouting, calling out for Mario in hopes for a reply. Runs into ghost just to show them what’s for by easily putting them in the vacuum only to jump with big blue eyes popping wide open from a rat)

*king boos eyes closed, hands? Nubs clasped together pressed against his own lips as he blush’s wildly, takes deep breath in*

King boo*exhale*: you know why

*Luigi still lost AF*

Note: One day this will be an actual comic but for now it’s just a late night idea that I had to get out there before I forget 

(Hopefully I’ll draw this……..hopefully)

[mareenavee]

WIP Whatever~

Hi friends! I am a bit all over the place. Work across projects, to say the least, has kicked up a bit.

Was tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter and @ladytanithia!

Tagging: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @snippetsrus, @thana-topsy, @dirty-bosmer, @oblivions-dawn, @kookaburra1701 (SPECIFICALLY YOU!!! >:]), @gilgamish, @archangelsunited, @saltymaplesyrup, @rainpebble3, @throughtrialbyfire, @expended-sleeper, @wildhexe, @elfinismsarts, @polypolymorph, @orfeoarte and YOU because I'm tired, it's almost midnight, and I know I've mistakenly forgotten someone ONLY due to the hour and my cheesecloth brain. But not in spirit. Tag me back!

Without further ado, then!

So this WIP is untitled, and almost done, but I'm back on my second-person weird god voice chaos. Below the cut for a tiny preview! It's for the prompt Overgrown. And KB wanted to read Ennis of Rorikstead for this one when I asked for more of a challenge on a couple prompts. Absolutely fresh out the braincells so, yes. But. FUN. Guess which god-voice it's in!

You have stood tall in fields rife with crops to harvest all your life, and I have kept close by, though you cannot see me. You call yourself Ennis of Rorikstead, but I have always carried your true name in my hands—a knotted rope of a thing, complicated in its simplicity, the sound of it music to the soil beneath your feet. You do not know it like I do. Each seedling that sprouts and reaches toward the sun holds the syllables; each harvest becomes another title. You are, however, aware of a certain darkness. The kind that creeps in shadows sent flying from the setting sun, rays hidden behind mountains and buildings. This is the same shade which has pulled my hands from yours, and continues to keep us separate, hiding under the guise of answered prayers. And yes, things will grow in soil devoid of my touch—but you have long suspected I had been here, once, and was forced away. You do not voice your concerns. Instead, as autumn encroaches on your land, you work and you pray and you wait to see when dawn will break again. You have always felt closest to me in the earliest sunlight. The night, we both know, is another story entirely. Still, I reach through murk as thick as mud in riverbeds. There, twisted between the roots and rocks, the pestilence sleeps. They feed it—your kin, your neighbors, your leaders—with the souls and limbs of my daughters. Their bones sink into soil, once barren, and my gifts upon them are returned to Nirn. Their souls, however, are lost. I do not hold them in my arms. I was not granted the final embrace. You do not speak this fear, though you have toiled with the worry sprouting in the back of your mind.

[tact-and-impulse]

Dream * Next!

This was my gift for the Narumayo Discord Exchange! Already on AO3, just posted here.

Well, I tried my best!

Despite the stage lights, the whirring cameras, and the other girls’ reactions, Maya keeps smiling.

When Idol Project announced their next season was to add another member to Dream * Next, she sent a video audition of Harvest Moon Night, her favorite from the girl group’s first EP. She screamed when she saw KB Entertainment’s email invitation to the pre-screening. A mass choreographed performance to the hit single Sweet, over in a blur of perfume, red skirts, and heart gestures.

Still, it was worth it to meet Desiree, Eve, Selena, and Ini. They’re so nice and pretty in person, even after watching all 100 of us at once. It must be tough to only pick 36.

The MC, Katherine Hall, continues. “Now, for the final six who will move on. Come over…number 95!”

Maya’s pulse roars. That’s her. 95. Somehow, she makes it to the head producer, Adrian, who guides her to a dressing room with her number.

“You submitted a home video, right? You need a manager for the competition, and we’ll assign one to you.” Adrian scribbles on her clipboard. “Filming your individual interview will be later tonight. Call if you need anything.” Then, she turns on her heel and leaves.

And Maya is left alone with her thoughts. She has to tell Mia, she’ll be on TV, she might become a member of Dream * Next...!

There’s a knock, and she jolts. “Come in!”

The first thing she notices is his hair: spiky but not overly gelled, and swept back like wings. He’s tall, broad shoulders well-defined by the blue suit jacket he’s wearing. And he’s surprisingly young, maybe close to Mia’s age or less. He visibly swallows, lifting a hand in greeting. “Uh…hey? Are you Maya?”

“Y-yeah. Who are you?”

“Phoenix Wright, from the Wright Talent Agency. I guess I’m your new manager and helping you out for the rest of the show. If you agree!” He blurts.

“Huh? Why wouldn’t I?”

“Actually, you’re the only one without an agency, and I’m here for this exact scenario. I don’t have a lot of experience, just my friend Larry. But I promise you, I’ll be on your side, no matter what happens.” He’s earnest and his eyes are kind. And despite her big sister’s stories about the industry, she thinks she can trust him.

She thrusts her hand out to shake. “Thank you! I’m looking forward to working together.”

He cracks a smile and leans forward. His grip is strong and warm. “Me too.”

***

She practically floats through her camera interview. Stuff like her hometown, that she’s living with her sister, and her favorite foods. Then, it’s a little embarrassing as Phoenix reviews her footage. His expression is of absolute focus, a straight line between his brows, and he rewinds some parts. He’s quiet, and Maya gets fidgety until he mutters.

“…better.”

“Um, sorry. I know I have a lot to work on-”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” He quickly interjects. “I’ll show you. This is your line, you’re here. Now, look at your feet and the other girls next to you.” He points at the screen. “You’re on the beat every time, and your spins are graceful, without losing your place. Nobody else is better.”

The compliment brings a blush to her cheeks. “Oh. Thanks, but I’m sure there is, in this crowd. Like, what about her?” She jabs at someone random, only for him to grimace, and they go back and forth for a little while. It’s fun. “By the way, what’s your favorite song by Dream * Next?”

“Well, I’ve heard Sweet on the radio, and the newest single? It was playing in the lobby.”

“That’s it?!” She pulls out her phone. “Okay, we gotta start from the beginning.” She also has to explain the lingo; Desiree’s the leader and main dancer, Eve is the main vocalist, Ini’s the visual but also covers the rap portions, and Selena is the face because she’s the best representative.

Luckily, they watch all the music videos before Round 1 commences the next day. From her position on stage, she spots Phoenix way back, clutching a latte. She waggles her fingers at him, and he flashes a thumbs up. Then, Dream * Next arrives in matching sequined outfits. The room erupts into gasps and excited chatter.

“First, we’d like to congratulate you. Give yourself a hand.” Selena’s warm prompting initiates a round of applause. “We really look forward to knowing all of you, and it starts with Round 1.”

“This is your first challenge: Showcase!” Ini exclaims. “You gotta submit one photo, demonstrating your confidence! Oh, and it’s kid friendly, no guns or overexposure, okay? Deadline’s a week, good luck!”

Maya’s stumped. To her, confidence is Mia - walking down the runway, holding her ground against Aunt Morgan’s demand for custody, standing in court as an entertainment lawyer. And she’s not Mia. She conveys as much to Phoenix, after ordering lunch.

“Hm, I think I understand. So, what can you do that she can’t?”

“I can tell which burgers and ramen are the best.”

“You really think with your stomach, huh?”

She hugs the menu. “I’m a growing girl. Besides, I exercise it off.”

He tilts his head. “Hey, wait. I have an idea for your photo shoot.”

It involves French windows and pink wallpaper, evoking a charming patisserie.  She’s dressed as a cute waitress, frilly apron included, and equipped with a silver serving tray. The set is decorated with so many macarons, a delicious rainbow on display.

She gazes longingly at the colors and muses aloud. “Should I dye my hair?”

Phoenix pauses in the camera setup, with a frown. “Do you really want to?”

“I don’t know. This could be my chance to switch up my image, before the rest of the show. Stand out, I guess?”

Instead of responding immediately, he approaches her. The frown hasn’t subsided, and he’s closely studying her hair; his fingers catch the end of a long tendril, feeling the strands. She almost misses what he’s saying. “Some idols do, but I think true talent stands out more than a bright color. Dyeing too often can also damage it. Plus I like your hair. I can always tell where you are.” His hand then rests on the top of her head, radiating a pleasant tingling heat. Then, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a step back. “Just my opinion.”

“No, I appreciate it. I won’t change it at all.” Her heartbeat is ramped up, and she smiles through it. “Anything for my biggest fan.”

“Fan, delivery boy, sometimes janitor. A manager of all trades.” He jokingly grumbles, as he returns to the camera. “Alright, let’s go through the poses we talked about.”

Maya singlehandedly lifts the tray of macarons and beams right at him. “Gimme a tip!”

The shutter goes off.

***

“Listen, Maya, you have to call me if anything happens. Even if I’m in a different time zone, I’ll pick up no matter what. Alright?” Across the dinner table, her big sister’s stern expression is formidable.

“Of course, I will. And I’ve got Nick, I’ll be okay.”

Mia tilts her head at Phoenix. “…Yes, I’m counting on you to look after Maya.”

He gulps. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Sis, don’t scare him away!” Maya pouts. “It’s because of him that I had a successful photo.”

To her astonishment, she was chosen to move on. Round 2 is Skill, a month of intensive lessons in singing and dancing. Eve drills them rigorously, changing the rankings every Friday. It’s a lot of pressure but with eighteen girls, it’s easier to gauge the competition. Regina’s from Berry Big and the CEO’s daughter, so she’s got star power. Franziska has sheer competitive drive though, and the operatic voice associated with the von Karma name.

“Really, it’s all because of Maya’s hard work. She has what it takes to be an idol.” Phoenix says with conviction, and Maya can’t help blushing.

“Yes, she does.” Her sister gives a little smile before sighing. “I can’t wait until this job is over. At least, I’ll be back for the show’s finale. No matter what, we’ll have a party, okay?”

Unfortunately, Mia leaves too soon, and the worst day yet occurs. This time, the other girls in her group are from prominent agencies, and her cheerful greeting is met with forced smiles. Nevertheless, she focuses on the music, and she’s called to demonstrate the challenging vocal exercises for the others. Eve actually nods approval.

Then, the choreo begins, including mic passes. She sees the next girl’s fingers touch the handle and she lets go, but her trust is misplaced. The mic lands with a bang and a squeal of feedback. Somehow, her apology isn’t enough. Her remaining attempts are failures, and she falters; a shoe collides with her ankle and she bumps against the wall.

“Maya!” Phoenix rushes for her once the cameras stop, checking for injuries. “If you need to tap out-”

“No! I can finish practice. Please!”

His mouth is set in a thin line, but he slowly nods. “Okay. But if you get hurt, tell me.”

“I promise.” She does survive the ordeal, although she knows it’s not her best.

Eve delivers judgment upon each of them, exhaling at Maya’s turn. “I’m disappointed, Miss Fey. You started strong but couldn’t sustain the effort.” Her green irises darken, and she walks on, her voice fading from Maya’s awareness.

Abruptly, the leaderboard appears, and Maya’s stomach plummets. She’s fallen to 10th. If she doesn’t improve by next week, she’ll be sent home. She hobbles off stage, escaping to her dressing room. Phoenix is already there, his jacket draped over a chair. His attention swivels from the monitor to her, and he immediately stands. Breaking into sobs, she clings to him.

He lets her dry her tears on his shirt, while he murmurs soothing words. “It’ll work out. We have time. I’ve got you, so cry as much as you want.” He strokes her hair, his fingers steady and warm. His touch frees the tangles, and everything becomes smooth.

She likes it a lot. Feeling calmer, she peers up at him, her voice thick. “Thank you.”

“Seriously, it’s no problem. I told you, I’m on your side. And since you’ve had a long day, we should leave. I’ll get the car.” He’s about to go, grabbing his jacket when he pauses at her face. “What is it?”

I don’t want to part ways when this is over. She bites her lip, nervous at the flood of unfamiliar emotion. Instead, she says. “I’ll order pizza, we can pick it up.” That earns her a wry laugh. In the mirror, her eyes and cheeks are bright red.

And she channels the energy into practice. She arrives early and stays late, and after dinner, she and Phoenix review her footage, taking notes on her performance. She doesn’t falter again. She’s not ready to end her idol dreams now.

***

The week flies by, and final rankings are announced. Franziska places first, with a lift of her chin. Regina is second, bubbling with excitement. Then, Katherine trills. “Third…Maya Fey!”

Huh? What?

Reality snaps back with Phoenix wildly waving, a giant grin on his face. She gasps, and remembers to breathe. She’s led to the next room, with three large screens, a trio of dots on the floor beneath each. The screens have different images; Franziska’s standing under a feminine silhouette with a raised fist, and Regina’s picked the candy assortment. The last is unoccupied, a flower growing toward a starlit sky, and Maya steps onto a dot. Six more girls enter; Ema and Kay join her. She vaguely remembers they’re from the same small company, and while they haven’t crossed paths before, they seem nice. They chat, instantly finding common ground in snacks and cartoons. The tension within Maya releases.

The announcer is her own bias, Desiree, who beams dazzlingly. “Congrats, ladies! Welcome to Round 3: Subunit! And if you haven’t realized it yet, you’ve already sorted yourselves.” The challenge is to prepare an original music video; the best subunit is determined by the most streams, online fan voting, and grading by Dream * Next. The overall winner, however, could be any of them. They’ll find out at the live finale in two months.

Then, they’re dismissed to regroup with their staff. Ema and Kay actually share a manager, a big guy called Gumshoe. They don’t have a songwriter, but both Gumshoe and Phoenix had the same person in mind. “I’ll call Mr. Edgeworth right now! You girls can talk shop!” Gumshoe dashes off.

“Well, our subunit’s name is Cosmos.” Ema speaks first. “Should we do an astronomy theme?”

Kay fixes her steely dyed ponytail. “We’re up against Chic and Candy, so they’ll go for the obvious girl crush and cute concepts. We need something original to stand out, or else.”

“Like what?” Maya raises her eyebrows.

Ema somberly informs. “Our company’s shutting down, so this is our last shot. If nothing, the publicity will help.”

It casts a different light on the situation, and she mulls over it, long after going home. She calls Mia to let her know that she’s in Round 3, and they revel in the joy together. Then, she calls Phoenix.

“Can we look at the footage of Ema and Kay?” She also pulls up their Round 1 photos. Ema has an interest in chemistry, handling test tubes and swirling chemicals. Kay portrays a heist, dodging an array of laser beams and cradling a pink diamond.

“Sure, I’ll share my screen.” He plays the clips. “Ema’s got a three-octave vocal range with good support, and Kay’s the fastest learner, she can pick up any choreo. I think you have a great team.”

“Exactly! So why do we need to force an image? We’ve shown the ability and growth, but we have to stay true to ourselves.” And just like that, she has an idea. “Hey, hear me out…”

She explains it to everyone at breakfast, with Edgeworth in attendance as well. They’ll tell a story about past incarnations and reaffirming their current identities, pursuing the future without fear. She’s a little nervous about sharing, bracing for criticism.

But Kay exclaims. “I really like it, it’s unique! Can my other self be a prehistoric hunter? I want war paint. Ooh, and some crow feathers!”

They start spiraling into discussion, Ema liking the idea of a Renaissance woman. They’re interrupted by Phoenix clearing his throat. “Before we get too enthusiastic, we actually need lyrics first.” He and Gumshoe look to Edgeworth.

In consideration, he taps his index finger against his sleeve. “Very well. The concept is interesting. I’ll send a demo this weekend.” It’s surprisingly fast-paced but elegant and beautiful, and it has a perfect name, Existence.

As for choreography, they receive a surprise in Selena, who’s advising their subunit. She loves the time travel idea instantly. “Amazing lore. I’d love to dance to this, I wish we thought of it.” It’s the highest praise.

They make fast progress, finishing recording early and prepping for the music video. For the flashback segments, Maya’s a seeress. She thought she was wearing a toga at first, but a chagrined Edgeworth said it was a peplos. Whatever it is, the lilac fabric is soft and free-flowing, and the silvery bangles clink when she swings her arms. The jewelry does catch her loose locks though. She attempts to braid, but Mia has always done it for her. She’s in the middle of another try when Phoenix arrives with tea.

“Uh-oh. I don’t remember a bird’s nest as part of your costume.”

“Haha. I’m trying to braid it so it doesn’t get in the way. I’ll just ask Kay or Ema.” She whirls around but Phoenix takes hold of her shoulders and sits her down.

“Here, let me do it.” His hands card through the little knots, and her heart stutters. He creates three sections, and gently twists them together.

“You’re pretty good.” She remarks.

“I used to help my mom, when she had her arm in a cast for a while.”

“Oh? What happened?” She’s curious, about his family, his childhood, his favorite things. She wants to know it all.

“She had a small fracture on a skiing trip, and she asked me to style her hair, since my dad sucked at it. Your hair is much longer than hers though. Softer too.” His fingers brush her nape and shoulders, where her skin is exposed. She feels incredibly hot. “Which shampoo are you using?”

“T-the bottle with the yellow sunflower.”

“Mm. We’ll get more for you.” His voice is low and quiet in this space. The light pulling pressure is pooling at the base of her spine, tempting her to arch back. She’s on a thread, the verge of snapping, when he suddenly declares. “All done.”

She doesn’t know whether to be relieved or dismayed that it’s over. “Thanks! I’ll make it up to you!” Embarrassed, she hurries out. But a spare glance reveals his pink ears, as he scratches his neck.

***

Their music video begins with the three of them, out in a field of wildflowers. They come across a stone circle, and are transported to their past selves. There are plenty of shots of them running, appearing lost, before remembering who they are, and returning to the present. They also film choreo in a sophisticated modern set, and the video ends with them running through the flowers.

And then, it’s a matter of practicing and waiting. In a moment of temptation, they watch the videos from Chic and Candy. Chic has a great sassy song titled Superior, about prioritizing one’s own desires; Franziska, Rhoda, and Foxy strut in power suits. For the song Wow, Candy chose a circus theme, with Regina as a lion tamer, Olivia throwing darts, and Lauren spinning batons.

“People are calling us ‘nugu quality’.” Ema frowns, scrolling social media between practice runs. “What does that even mean?”

“It just means we’re new and not from big companies. So what?” Kay turns up her nose. “The others didn’t have a triple decker high note combo like us.”

Maya is pretty proud of their high notes, and she adds. “We’re not doing bad in online votes, it’s just the music video streams. And we still have the live performance.”

Phoenix isn’t worried either. “Even after seeing the others, I still like Cosmos best.”

“Yeah, I hear you playing our video all the time.” She casually jabs, though it pleases her. He truly is a devoted fan.

“Hey, I’m doing my part to stream.”

“At least, you’re better than ours. Gummy can only watch once a day, he’ll ruin the count otherwise.” Kay grins.

During their next water break, Ema addresses Maya. “You’re close with Mr. Wright, aren’t you?”

“Huh? It’s not like that! He’s my manager, after all…” Her throat constricts, and she forces the water down. She has to concentrate.

And on the morning of the finale, she’s too busy to think about her own emotions. The filming is constant, minor crises abound, and everyone’s scrambling until the last second. In the lobby, Idol Project’s comment boards are covered in supportive fan messages. Many sentiments are directed towards Regina and Franziska, that the former is like an angel and the latter can step on them any time. But what’s said about Cosmos is positive and always as a subunit.

“I liked their video the most!”

“Those high notes at the end were crazy!”

“Maya, Ema, and Kay are so in sync, they’re like a legit group already!”

But what excites Maya the most is her sister’s presence. Mia is in the guest area, and if she has jet lag, she doesn’t show it. Her eyes are brimming with pride. “Good luck, Maya. I know you can do it.” They share a tight hug, before Maya descends backstage.

During the makeup and styling, Cosmos watches the live feed. Since Franziska was the victor of Round 2, she dictated the performance order. Chic goes first, with a crew of equally tall backup dancers. Their black blazers open to white crop tops, and their bold lipstick colors match their complexions. But the highlight has to be Franziska cracking a whip, and the crowd screams.

The camera then cuts to the front row, and Regina’s sitting in a fuchsia ringmaster’s garb. She tosses her golden curls and prances up the steps, the set pieces rolling in. Candy’s brought the circus to the stage, in bombastic flair. That’s about as much as they see, before it’s their cue to get ready. Still, they can hear the brassy rhythm of the song and then raucous applause.

Then, it’s their turn. Maya tightly holds hands with Ema and Kay; they stand on a platform, that lifts to a raised platform. The lighting has dimmed to a dusky blue, the orchestra introducing the melody. They descend as they deliver the first lines of Existence, the headsets thankfully working. In the background, a simulated meteor shower adds to the lush atmosphere. The three of them are perfectly in time, every step and hand motion just like practice. Maya is the center for the bridge, and she winks directly at the main camera. Petals blow through the air, as they launch into the last chorus. Kay hits her note, Maya holds hers with a smile, and Ema adds a riff that echoes on and on. They give it their all for the end, and make their final poses. Maya holds her own heart, wildly beating as she catches her breath.

A tide of noise follows: a standing ovation and cheers, for them. Dream * Next is out of their chairs, Selena with tears in her eyes and Desiree looking utterly awed. Maya sees her sister, and Phoenix by a camera, and she bows just for them. Cosmos gracefully exits, so the scores can be calculated, and she’s walking on air. They have a group hug, delirious with happiness and relief, praising each other.

Right before she’s called for the aftermath interview, Phoenix finds her in the hallway. He squeezes her shoulder and gives the broadest smile. “You were incredible. No matter what, I’m proud of you.”

She stammers a thanks, and hardly registers the flashing cameras. She barely tastes her lunch, jumping when they’re summoned to the stage again. The suspense is drawn out, with plenty of ad breaks, but Katherine receives the envelopes at last.

“It’s my pleasure to announce that the subunit winner is…Candy!”

Their chorus plays like fanfare, as the girls cry out in delight. Then, a hush follows as everyone remembers it isn’t over yet.

“And now, the winner of this season of Idol Project. The fifth member of Dream * Next is…” Katherine’s brown eyes widen. “Regina Berry!”

The stage erupts in confetti and balloons, Regina clasping her hands to her mouth. Maya claps heartily; she really is the perfect choice, and Dream * Next will be amazing with Regina’s addition. It isn’t until she’s in her dressing room and removing her makeup, that she wonders what’ll become of her.

There’s a knock, though it’s too early for the audience to exit. It’s not Mia after all, but Desiree bearing an apologetic smile. “I’ve been visiting everyone, but I wanted to talk to you in particular. We graded Cosmos the highest; we were so fascinated by your lore and the live performance really impressed us. Here’s my card, I’ve already given Ema and Kay one already. If you want to become a trainee with KB, I’ll pull a few strings. So, don’t give up, you have a bright future ahead of you.”

“Thank you, really, for everything! It was amazing.” She manages to say. Desiree leaves, and she says something in the hallway. Then, Phoenix enters and the thrill at seeing him is tempered by his crestfallen expression.

“Hey, Maya. I’m sorry.”

A laugh escapes her. “What are you sorry for? I had so much fun and learned lots. I even made friends, we’re planning to stay in touch and hang out.” She shows him the latest texts in her group chat with Kay and Ema.

He hesitates. “About that…despite the show’s coverage, their agency is still closing.”

“Oh, no…”

“So, I was thinking to sign all three of you to my agency! As Cosmos or a new name if you like. I hope we can continue working together, but I won’t be offended if you want to consider other offers.” He’s noticed Desiree’s card. Nevertheless, his gaze is unwavering.

“And leave behind my biggest fan?” Maya half jokes, before being totally serious. She sets the card on the nearest surface and faces him. It’s a show business bargain, to spend more time with him, at the cost of burying her feelings. But this is what she wants. “I’ll sign for Wright Talent, only if you’re my manager.”

“Deal!” And though he offers his hand to shake on it, she closes the distance to hug him instead. His hands entwine in her hair, as he embraces her in return. His body feels solid and warm.

And Maya’s heart sings.

[seoul-bros]

A glimpse into the world of South Korean fashion

Lots of excitement yesterday when Yoon Ahn posted these photos on her Instagram with the caption "PEACEMINUSONE x NIKE KOREAN FAMILY DINNER 🖤🇰🇷"

Minimoni and So Yoon in the same event. Tell me more. Easy to spot Namjoon and So Yoon but where is our Jiminie? Took ages to find him but he is right in the middle behind Taeyang with his arm around Cho Sae Ho.

yoon_ambush Instagram

Yes the same Cho Sae Ho from Beat Coin that Jimin starred in this week and who surprised everyone when he told them he had been to Sae Ho's house to drink soju.

Other celebrity guests posted other version of that photo and Jimin is doing his best to hide in all of them.

Huh Junjin Instagram

RM, and So Yoon also posted about that night.

But who else was at the event and why were they gathered together ? It seems that is all about sneakers.

G-Dragon from Big Bang launched his fashion brand Peaceminusone in 2016. His association with Nike began in 2019 and this year he is collaborating on the half sneaker - half shoe Nike Kwondo 1.

G Dragon IG Story

How nice to be young, rich and fashionable and come back from a party with a new pair of high priced sneakers and a peaceminusone jacket.

Peasceminusone has collaborated on a number of campaigns with Yoon Ahn's brand Ambush. She was appointed Director of Jewellery Creation for Dior Homme in 2018 and has worked closely with Kim Jones, remember him?

Also present KB Lee from the Emotionally Unavailable brand who has been working with Nike since 2019 and is another long time G-Dragon collaborator. Also Code Kunst music composer and producer known for his R&B and hip hop music.

Here's a photo from his Instagram of the group on the street.

Code Kunst Instagram

Finally Tae Hoon Lee, Marketing Director of Nike Korea (and if Instagram is anything to go by a good friend of Namjoon) was also there (see Namjoon's IG Story above).

He posted this photo on his Instagram showing the seating arrangement for the event. Although it looks like they switched it up later.

Instagram Link

Wow having got to the end of the post, I wonder if this is a little bit OTT pulling it all together. I was enjoying joining the dots between all the different guests.

Post Date: 07/04/2023

[softsnzstuff]

Robin has the kink. Nancy has the snottiest cold in existance… leads to a long night of Nancy resting her head in robin’s lap whilst Robs is in charge of tending to her nose

(any chance of a short fic with that?)

Fuck yeah dude! I apologize for the lack of fem!snz in my fics. Despite being a bi woman myself, I have to be in a real specific headspace to write for women?? Which is? So weird of me, but that’s how it goes I guess??? 🤷🏻‍♀️ Pls enjoy this little fic of some R/onance. -KB

((Modern day setting // kink!Robin // sick!Nancy))

~ CW:SPICE • • •MINORS DNI // DO NOT REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS ~

*****

Robin is splayed out on the couch watching Big Mouth on tv. Steve and Eddie had made her watch a few episodes at their place one night, and now she was hooked on the adult cartoon.

She pops a sour patch kid in her mouth when a very wet sneeze makes her jump. Nancy pads into the living room, rubbing at her nose with a tissue, box cradled in her other arm. She’s wearing her collared fleece pajamas, but has a crewneck over that.

“Can I sit with you, Robs?”

“Yeah baby, come here!” Robin scoots to the corner of the couch and then opens her arms as if waiting for a hug. Nancy knew Robin had an affinity for seeing her in this state, and despite feeling lousy, she was happy to indulge.

The pale brunette climbs onto the couch and lays down, head in Robin’s lap, hugging the box of tissues.

“Ehh … ii’KTCHyue!”

A small patch of spray settles right on Robin’s thigh, making her insides feel hot. She can feel a damp spot starting to form on her underwear.

“Bless you, sweetie! You sounded like you needed that…” She puts feelers out, wanting to talk about Nancy’s cold.

“Ngh, yeah.” Nancy says, “Sorry didn’t mean to mess up your pants. Just so tired… couldn’t cover.”

Robin bites her lip, “Let me help you then. You need your rest anyways.”

She reaches down and traces her finger around Nancy’s pink, damp nostrils. They flare as she moves.

Nancy inhales sharply and Robin hovers her cupped hand over Nancy’s face.

“essh’yue! snlff H’eTCHh!”

Robin turns crimson as Nancy sprays her hand. Smiling devilishly, she takes the hand covered in spray and puts it in her pants, moaning slightly as she slips her fingers inside.

“Robs I’m hhhh I’m gonna… k’TCHew! H’eTSCHuh! snfsnff T’ssiEW!”

Robin tilted her head back, hips moving with each shake release from Nancy. The younger woman had a tissue clad left hand clamped over Nancy’s nose.

“Blow your nose, baby.”

Nancy hesitated slightly, but could tell Robin was close. She took a deep breath and gave a thick blow into the tissues.

Robin moaned as she pinched the tissue away from Nancy’s face. Breathing heavy, she removed her hand and reached for another tissue.

Nancy looked up at Robin, “I don’t think I need to blow my nose again yet Robs.”

Robin laughed, wiping her hand, “Actually Nance, this one’s for me.”

[bitterkarmaa]

[This is not a canon KB event. This is about a dream that I had that fit into the vibe of this blog that I wanted to share]

“We’re getting overrun.”

Moon presses his back into the wall, ducking lower as more shots fly overhead. He drags Sun down with him, pulling his brother close as the distant sounds of battle filter in through the open doors.

Lunar clings to Moon’s leg, suppressing a whimper in his torn, star patterned pants.

“What are we gonna do?? I don’t wanna die again!” The smaller animatronic lets out a wail, and Moon hushes him softly- sympathetically. Part of him wants to cry, too.

“We’ll figure it out, okay? For now, we have to-“ Moon starts to say, then suddenly recoils with a snarl as oil spills freely from his shoulder. It quickly begins to soak into his clothing, but he clamps a hand down onto it before it can begin it’s incessant flow of oil. It still leaks out between his fingers, and Sun’s eyes shimmer with tears, reaching on hand out to his brother before pulling it back as if afraid of hurting him more.

“-for now, we have to find the terminal and hook either me or Lunar up to it.” Moon finishes through clenched teeth, his red eyes flashing with fury as another bullet flies by.

“You still haven’t explained why-“ Sun exclaims, eyes darting upwards as a body arches over the wall they’re situated behind. The robot crashes to the ground in a heap of shrapnel and wires, twitching and sparking before finally falling still. Eerily still. Deathly still.

“Because you’ll say no!” Moon shouts, tone taking on an edge of desperation, as if willing his twin not to argue any further. They don’t have time for that- not now, pinned under The Creator’s armada of bloodthirsty beasts- beasts thirsty for their blood, in specific.

Sun shakes his head, obviously wishing to ask more questions, but he holds back for the sake of their safety.

With a final roar from beyond, the sound of small mechanical pieces falling to the ground following close behind, all is left silent. A pair of heavy crashes break the silence, metal bits dancing out across the tile like a coin set to spin to decide one’s fate. All three animatronics are still.

Those same footfalls approach them, unsteady in rhythm but strong in force. Sun dares a look outside, then relaxes as he realizes who it is.

“KC!” He shouts, and Moon reveals himself with Lunar tucked against his leg shortly after.

Blood Moon is perched on the large bot’s shoulder, covered hood to shoe-bell in a thick layer of oil. It splatters evenly across their face and drips down into the mess on their chest, covering their normal colors in a dark shade of death.

KillCode, however, is filled with holes. Oil leaks from the wounds in sickeningly slow trails, but he pays no mind, sauntering over to the other three as a trail of their lifeblood follows close behind. Some is his, and some…is not.

“Wow, you’re…” Moon starts, motioning to his KillCode’s appearance.

“A mess, I know. Blood Moon, stop pulling on my hat.” The beast growls, and Blood Moon gives him a cheeky smile before pulling their hands back into their lap. They sit neatly in place, an innocent curiosity adorning their dripping face.

“How’d you get through?” Lunar asks quietly. KC gives him a deadpan look.

“Ripping and tearing and maiming- so fun!!” Blood Moon grins from their perch, and KC rolls his eyes as if having found the killing spree more of a chore than anything else. Lunar blinks owlishly, but says nothing.

“I need to get to the terminal. Do you think you could help with that?” Moon gets down to business as quickly as possible, trying to ignore Blood Moon’s earlier statement. KC turns his attention sluggishly onto his former host, looking the night-themed jester up and down as if assessing him based solely on appearance.

“You’re wounded.” It states in a bland tone, and Moon clutches his shoulder harder just to keep himself from lashing out. Why couldn’t anyone understand that he wasn’t the point right now?

“It’ll be more convincing. Can you help me, or not?”

KC quirks a brow curiously. “Convincing?”

“KILLCODE. ANSWER THE QUESTION.”

“Alright, alright- yes, I can get you there. So pushy.” It begins to shoo Blood Moon from its shoulder, and they let out an angry hiss before leaping off. They grapple onto the nearby play-structure, scaling it’s few remaining pieces as KC offers his hand to Moon.

“Have you seen any of the others?” Moon’s tone is tight as he taps KC’s palm, allowing him to pick Moon up, careful to avoid his injury.

“Hmm…” KC hums as he begins the trek outside, ducking under some of the collapsed structures as he goes.

“Solar Flare?”

KC shakes his head, and Moon falls back into his paranoid silence.

The halls are lined with bodies. Weapons of all kinds litter the floors like toys scattered about the daycare, yet these are all too real. Some hands still twitch, some bots still struggle to squirm around like half-dead corpses on the floor. Moon shuts his eyes. He doesn’t want to see faces he recognizes amongst them.

KC taps Moon on the shoulder when they make it to their destination, and Moon hesitantly cracks open an eye at the signal.

“What is this for, might I ask?” KC inquires once again, but Moon doesn’t reply as it places him gently onto the floor. Instead, his free hand is already extended towards the terminal, fingers shaking, mind churning with endless possibilities that all end in the same outcome.

Some of these paths contain his idea making the situation worse. But, in the back of his mind, he knows he has no choice. They need back up.

No matter how bad the back up is.

“I’ll go limp. This is normal. Please catch me.” Moon murmurs in a subdued tone, and KC nods. He knows better than to deny Moon in such a vulnerable state.

Moon hesitates for a few moments longer. Would he even be able to get in? Parts of the receiver are bent, while the screen is cracked, the display warped behind the damages. Is this a waste of his time? Will he even be there if he manages to make it inside?

Without giving him any more time to thing more on it, KC presses Moon’s hand down onto the screen, watching with mild amusement as his former host goes as limp as a noodle.

But, he made a promise, so he catches him, as he’d said he would.

-

It was…quiet. It had always been quiet around here, but today felt like a different type of quiet- the kind that followed funerals and natural disasters.

Eclipse…didn’t quite know what to think of that.

So, when the silence is broken by a snap of electricity, he instinctively brings up a hand to shield his face, stiffening as the figure cements itself into a…familiar face.

Moon stares back at him with tired eyes, eyes trailing over the fragmented pieces of what once was his mortal enemy.

“I need your help.”

Eclipse stares at him. His gaze travels over to the leaking wound in Moon’s shoulder. His eyes remain transfixed on the injury, even as his mouth moves to give a more careless response.

“Oh? Me? You must be truly desperate~” He flashes his other half a sinister grin, but Moon is in no mood to play his games. Not now. Not when so much is at stake.

“Cut the crap. We don’t have time for this.”

Eclipse quirks a brow, eyeing Moon as he begins to pace, advancing on Eclipse the longer he remains silent.

“We? Since when was there a ‘we’ here?” Eclipse sudden snaps, more fury in his words than Moon expected. He takes a step back as the other takes a step forwards, shoving his face so close to Moon’s that he can hear the slight ringing that Eclipse’s presence produces, hear the sound of the satellite scorching through his plain, mortal existence. Moon can’t bring himself to meet the eyes of the monster that he created.

“Since it wasn’t just about you versus me. Now it’s about us versus him.”

Eclipse searches his expression for any hint of deceit, then leans away when he finds none.

“Who’s him?”

Moon finally manages to look up and into that brilliant orange glare, hating the betrayal that he finds lurking within their depths. Some part of him screams that Eclipse has no right to feel such things after all he’s done, but the rest of him knows that, deep down, this is partially his own fault.

“The creator.”

Eclipse gives pause at that. He stares down the one animatronic he swore he’d never align himself with, one hand coming up slowly, carefully-

His clawed fingers gently brush up against Moon’s wound, a conflicted expression falling over Eclipse’s face as Moon watches him with slight discomfort.

“He’s behind this, is he? How odd…I warned you, didn’t I?”

Moon shoves him away, opening his mouth for a scathing retort before slowly, so, so slowly, he allows it to die in his throat. The tightness the words leave behind remind him of holding back tears, and he doesn’t realize that he’s been doing just that until they begin to drip down his face.

“Okay. Okay! So you were right? I admit it! Is that what you want to hear? That I’m wrong and you’re right?!” Moon snaps, surprising even himself.

Much to Moon’s chagrin, Eclipse lets out a bitter laugh. He moves forwards again, a devious glint dancing in his eyes, and suddenly Moon feels like a lion jumping through a hoop of flames.

“All I’ve ever wanted was a sorry, yet you’ve never considered that, have you?”

Eclipse brushes past Moon once he’s done speaking, leaving the stiff animatronic to pick apart his words and drown in the guilt that follows them. A single marigold hand comes out to rest upon Moon’s uninjured shoulder, jolting him from his spiral.

“But, for now, I’ll settle for a way out of here and someone to punch.” Another grin, this time equipped with so many ill-intentions that it almost makes Moon sick to think that he’s about to let him out to act upon them all.

“No hurting Sun. Or Lunar. Or-“

“Yes, yes, whatever. I’m not interested in who I can’t hurt, I’m interested in who I can.” A sharp edge slides into Eclipse’s voice, tainted by impatience. Moon brushes his hand off as his grip begins to tighten.

“You’ll need something to fight with first.” Moon mutters. Eclipse stays silent, merely tilting his head and brandishing his claws as if the answer is obvious.

“No. Something longer. Something sharper.” Moon steps forwards, then…reaches his hand out, swiping it through thin air. When the movement finishes, a sword seems to materialize in his hand, and he offers it out to Eclipse.

It’s beautiful, really. Wrought iron blade with serrated edges, sturdy handle with symbolic orange and black hues scattered about the surfaces.

And in the middle, an eclipse, glowing faintly beneath Eclipse’s mesmerized gaze.

“So? What do you say?”

Eclipse takes the sword in one hand, examining it like some sort of ancient artifact under the watch of a renowned architect.

Then, another smile breaks out across his face. Sharp teeth glint in the dim light cast out from the sword in his hand.

“Is this some sort of knighting? The guild of daycare defense?” He questions lightly, and, much to his surprise, Moon barks out a laugh.

“Yes, absolutely. You’re a knight.”

“Aren’t knights usually the heroes though, dear Moon?”

Moon can’t help but smile himself, reflecting the danger in Eclipse’s own grin. “Hero or not, they still kill. It’s the killing that matters to me, not how you define yourself.”

Eclipse turns away, at that, gazing down at the sword in his hands with an intense glint in his eyes, running his claws along the blade.

“Doesn’t seem all that heroic, does it? Killing?” Eclipse’s voice is flat. Unfeeling. He lifts his head, meeting Moon’s eyes. For a moment, Moon doesn’t see the fractured apparition the terminal generated for Eclipse. He sees a broken, burnt, twisted chassis with a half-visible smile hidden under the soot and scorch marks, metal bits poking out in odd places like a broken skeleton beneath years of rubble and decay.

“Like you killed me?”

Those oil streaks down that disfigured face aren’t from the damages, Moon knows. They’re from wounds much deeper than any of the destruction he wrought upon his enemy.

And yet, those wounds are still caused by him.