#keep ur feet & womb warm

[shortcakecherry]

i am so excited to move & shift into my next phase of life.

within this bleed i am releasing the trauma i’ve experienced recently within my womb. the self disrespect for my own well being. the blatant disregard for my intuition.

i’m bleeding with the new moon. i have shifted from enchantress to the sacred Mother. i am inviting an abundance of love to pour out of me, onto all those i adore. i am ready to release all that no longer is aligned with what is coming

& im in love with all of it.

[circusclownproductions]

seeing a lot of videos that are like “I didn’t know babies couldn’t have water” so here’s an incomplete list of things you need to know before having a baby

- the obvious, they can’t have water bc milk is incredibly high in water already so excess water leads to over hydration

- babies cannot have honey until 1

- if ur breastfeeding your kid and saving excess milk, make sure you label what you pumped in the morning vs at night bc your body produces different melatonin levels throughout the day and giving your baby daytime milk at night can make them more alert and fuck up their sleep schedule

- idk why ppl keep saying this but swaddling your babies or getting them those baby straight jacket things is not abuse. It chills them out cuz it reminds them of the womb

- babies have a dandruff like buildup on their head called cradle cap, and it’s very easy to deal with and remove with just some baby shampoo, a gentle scrub brush (MADE FOR BABIES!!) and a comb. It does need to be removed tho cuz it can be very painful after a while. This can also continue to happen late into toddlerhood it’s normal

- you have to clean out the creases of your baby’s skin and hands and feet they WILL collect dust😭😭

- you cannot bathe your baby until their umbilical cord naturally falls off. Use a warm damp rag until then

- tummy time is actually very important

- your baby might have a misshapen head at first (not all the time but sometimes) this will either sort itself out or they’ll need a corrective helmet ask your doctor

- I wouldn’t recommend having your baby leave the house very much until they’re at least 6 months old, especially if they’re born near cold and flu season cuz the common cold can kill a newborn

- you’re not an awful horrible person for having postpartum depression and it’s always a million times better to let your baby cry a few minutes longer than normal while you regain your composure than to freak out and give ur kid shaken baby syndrome

- you’re not an awful horrible person for giving your baby formula milk either

- don’t put shoes on your baby it’ll compromise their toe box and balance

- babies put every single thing in their mouths

- the easiest way to burp a baby is to hold them straight up (spine straight) and hold their head a bit higher

- always support their head they barely have necks

- if your baby fights away food, fights tummy time, vomits every single time you burp them, is gaining or losing an unreasonable amount of weight at a time, wheezes after eating, or goes red after eating, chances are they’re probably allergic to the type of milk they’re eating (again ask a doctor but these are just some signs it’s not just colic)

- they will wobble a lot when learning to do things but you gotta fight the urge to help them every single time cuz they gotta learn

- they’re not always spitting out baby food cuz they don’t like it they just don’t know how to eat. Like they don’t know how to push food down they only know how to stick their tongue out so be patient

- babies craniums are broken up into three parts at first that later fuse together, this is to help make birthing easier but it results in a small EXTREMELY sensitive spot in the top of their head that has no protection. This puts their brain at a high risk. Always protect their soft spot

- read to your baby!! Get cute bright colorful sensory books with sight words and read them to your baby it makes such a huge difference in their educational growth and will help them acquire a love for reading early on. And talk to them never shut up just say whatever comes to mind all the time this will strengthen their vocabulary growth also.

- babies poop like a lot. A lot. an unreasonable amount. Bring back up clothes and more diapers than you think

- no pillows or stuffies in the crib and only use a muslin blanket unless it’s especially cold to prevent suffocation

- babies kick reflexively until they’re out of their newborn scrunch (they stay womb shaped for a while) and if your baby is crying and pushing at the swaddle try letting them flail around for a minute

- consoling your baby is not spoiling them ! They need comfort and they will learn to self soothe on their own

- singing lullabies actually works, they can recognize your voice a consistent place of comfort from the womb and the cadence of lullabies is literally engineered to create a calm headspace

- for the love of god do not get boring ass beige toys. Colors are important for their neurological development

- babies are very responsive to praise from a young age so be as supportive of them as you can

- babies get constipated a lot and you have to do like tummy massages to help ease their pain the easiest way is to lay them on their backs and hold one foot in each hand, kick their feet like bicycles, scrunch up, and then stretch their legs out

- holding them on your hip too much will not cause bow legged-ness if your baby is bow legged that was always gonna happen

- they drool so so much and you have to get bibs for them so they don’t get chest eczema

- don’t use scented products on their skin cuz their skin is sooo much thinner than ours

- when your baby first starts sitting on their own never walk away from them without setting up a nest of pillows and blankets around them. Even minor head trauma can mess them up sometimes

- this one is kinda morbid and scary but sometimes babies just die out of nowhere and it’s no one’s fault or anything it’s called sudden infantile death syndrome(SIDS) and it’s about 1.3k deaths on average per year in America so not super common but still very real. 90% of these deaths happen during the first four months however edit: apparently it’s bc of an enzyme deficiency which at the very least you can take steps to try and prevent

- smoking and drinking during pregnancy WILL affect your baby and your breast milk and also might contribute to SIDS cases

- babies sometimes have a big red mark on them somewhere called a stork bite immediately after birth but typically it goes away

- babies can’t see very well for a while after birth and they’re VERY wobbly so they’ll typically bonk their head into your chest and face a lot while trying to support themselves

- female babies might have smth similar to a period the first few days after birth, this is because of the hormone transfer that happens during the birthing process and the days leading up to it

- male babies get random erections for the first few days after birth(hormone transfer again) literally do not be weird about this it’s a baby

- things like weaning your baby onto solid foods, potty training, weaning off pacifiers etc, can actually be directed by the baby and will happen naturally will minimal guidance from the parent(some guidance is still necessary) although I would do individual research into baby led weaning for food to prevent choking

- get those chewy feeding pouches to help with weaning

- the most random things will scare the hell out of your baby don’t take it personal 😭

- baby carriers are life savers (tulas are one of my favorites)

- once babies hit toddlerhood they’re tougher than you think, and a lot of their reaction is based on YOURS. they’re always going to be looking to you for how to react to a situation. Remain calm and if they’re ok they’ll calm down but if they’re genuinely hurt they’ll keep crying

- babies will most likely get ridiculously attached to an inanimate object and you have to keep this thing intact at all costs until they’re old enough to abandon it or they will throw a FIT. I got a lemur plushie from a zoo once and every single one of the kids has bonded their soul with it until about 6 years old and once a month I have to stitch him back up

- don’t compare yourself to other parents. Maybe your kid isnt getting grass fed wild caught north Atlantic cheerios but at least they’re fed. If your kid is alive and healthy and happy you’re doing a good job

- you will need 3 car seats, an infant seat, a grow with me toddler seat, and a booster seat

- getting a good diaper bag is a MUST

- the hair a baby is born with will most likely all fall out or they’ll get a bald spot on the back of their head where they sleep cuz their hair is so fragile and thin but once it grows back it grows back thick

- get like 20 muslin blankets so you always have a backup when the main ones are covered in spit up

- the babies grip IS stronger than yours (keep your hair up and keep pets away best you can)

- your best bet for your teething baby is a pacifier you can put your finger in so you can massage their gums and some chewing toys numbing cream can be dangerous and should be used sparingly

- go ahead and come to terms with the fact you’re gonna have to use a Frida Baby to manually remove snot

- babies can get hair and thread wrapped around their toes and fingers that can cut off their circulation try to make a habit of checking

- don’t hit your kid please it’s nothing but trauma and fucked up coping mechanisms from there pls empathize with your child they’re a person too

- be careful not to pull too hard on their arms and legs(like during play or holding their hand while they walk) and NEVER pick them up by their hands this will very easily cause dislocation

- they might have a little tooth like callous on their lip from their pacifier. This does not hurt them and it will go away but it may hurt during breastfeeding

- breastfeeding will make your boobs different sizes

Yeag that’s all I can think of rn but yk i Will add as I remember stuff ppl are also adding things I forgot in the tags in case you’d like to look thru that as well <3

[corpseblouse]

omg i love ur stuff already can u do headcanons for bakugou, shiggy, and hawks for degradation and size kink w a short reader? tysm!! <3

size kink

warnings: size kink, degradation, dacryphilia, squirting, overstim., daddy kink, cunt slapping

includes: katsuki bakugou, tomura shigaraki, keigo takami (hawks)

a/n: ajsudhddk this is my first ask and i’m so excited for you to read this!! and thank you so much :)) i’m really glad you’re enjoying my work!!

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katsuki bakugou

∴ loves to tease you about how small you are, he’s the type of person to compare hand sizes (which riles him up for some reason)

∴ loves to see you ride him, so he can properly watch his cock stretch your wet little cunny

∴ he uses degradation just to feel you get even tighter around him, because he knows you love the pain

∴ although you’re on top, he will still buck his hips up into you just to pound your little cervix <3

you mewl out, hands reaching down to grab bakugou’s hands as you feel the head of his cock intruding your tight little hole. the difference in hand sizes has bokugou’s cock painfully twitching, craving to be inside of you. he’s laying beneath you, smirking while staring at where the two of you meet.

“come on slut, take my cock deeper.” he grunts out, craving the feeling of your wet spasming cunt around his length. you lightly huff, bracing yourself for the rest of his seemingly never ending cock.

once you reach the hilt, you stall softly rolling your hips trying to get used to his impressive length. “look at my little slut, grinding her wet cunt down on my cock... such a dirty girl, huh?” he teases, snapping his hips up towards yours.

you tighten around his cock feeling every vein and groove, making your already sensitive walls flutter around him. you almost feel like you’re going to pass out from how much he’s filling you, it’s overwhelming.

“poor little thing, cant even bounce on my cock correctly. let me help you with that.” bakugou plants his feet flat onto the bed, and starts pounding into your dripping cunt. your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling the tip of his cock continuously nudge your cervix; it’s a feeling you can’t get enough of.

the pain of being stretched out mixed with the pleasure of being fucked dumb on bakugou’s cock is what brings you to your nearing high. you cream around his cock, tightening painfully around him.

your orgasm is what triggers bakugou’s, your little cunny milking him for everything he has.

tomura shigaraki

∴ the size difference between the two of you is pretty noticeable. the way shigaraki’s hand devours your own and the way his feet are almost twice as big as yours!!

∴ shigaraki loves to use your small size to his advantage, which is why he doesn’t prep you

∴ he loves when you’re in pain, he loves being mean to you, laughing in your face as you cry, and just practically folding you in half while pounding into your cunt <3

∴ he prefers being on top, just so he can take charge and do what he wants

“you’re going to be a good little girl and take my cock, okay?” shigaraki says, folding your legs onto your chest painfully pressing down.

you’ve already cum three times tonight, once from his fingers, and twice from his talented mouth; needless to say, you were absolutely spent. your little cunny was spasming around nothing, your clit was puffy and swollen, and your thighs trembling under his touch.

“please... i cant take anymore.” you whine out, hoping he’ll take some mercy on you. shigaraki releases one of your legs, and his hand slaps down onto your engorged clit. you squeal, trying to force your thighs to close but the grip he has on your other thigh is way too strong.

“are you saying you can’t take my cock, baby?” he pouts, slapping his hand back down onto your entire cunt this time. you feel you tight hole clenching, and the coil in your stomach tightening, you needed just a little bit more and you would be cumming. his large hand was able to cover the entirety of your cunt, making his cock throb even more.

“well, too fucking bad whore.” shigaraki seethes, slapping your cunt once again. this time, you feel yourself cumming. shigaraki watched as your juices flowed out of you, your clit was visibly throbbing and tears were streaming down your face from the overstimulation.

instead of letting you come down from your high, shigaraki pushes his cock into you. you feel the breath getting knocked out of your lungs as his cock pushes past your tight rings and presses against your womb. he grabs onto your other leg, pressing it back against your chest. he starts with a ruthless pace, chasing his own high and not caring about whether or not you were cumming.

it didn’t take long for your high to build again, but this time it felt much different. you let yourself release, clenching your eyes shut and arching your back off of the bed. you suddenly feel shigaraki pull his cock out and furiously start rubbing at your sore clit. your eyes snap open, seeing a white liquid coming out of you and shigaraki’s eyes glued to your cunt.

the high was intense, it left your ears ringing and vision blurred. you finally felt yourself coming down from it and relaxing down into the bed. you suddenly feel a warm substance on your stomach and open your eyes to see shigaraki pumping his cock, and cumming on you.

“fuck, that was hot.”

keigo takami

∴ i think he’s more of a soft dom. he’ll have you crying and whining while softly degrading you.

∴ doesn’t think much about the size difference between the two of you, but knows that it’s something you admire (and enjoy) so he takes note of that.

∴ he loves to see you cry for and on his cock, he thinks you look so pretty while doing it :(

∴ he likes to take you from behind because he knows he can hit deeper and get you even more whiny

hawks is pounding his cock into your cunt, using your hips as leverage. your eyes roll to the back of your head feeling his cock get deeper and deeper with each rough thrust.

“come on puppy, tell me who’s pounding your slutty little cunny,” hawks teases, trying to make sense of your babbling nonsense.

“y-you daddy, you’re fucking me so good daddy..” you draw out, feeling him angling his hips and hitting at your g-spot over and over again. you whine pressing your blushing face into the bed sheets, trying to hide your fucked out face.

“aww.. is my little baby shy? come on, look at daddy.” hawks condescendingly says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and forcing eye contact. your eyes are glossed over, a dazed look on your face. you were feeling absolutely euphoric getting fucked out on his cock, and he knew it by the way your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head.

“such a dumb little slut, cant even keep eye contact... poor little thing.” the faux sympathy in his voice makes your cunt clench even harder onto his thick cock. “fuck, i can barely even thrust into your cunt and your clenching even tighter?” hawks’ thrusts stutter a bit, knowing you’re about to orgasm.

“come on whore, cum on daddy’s cock. i know you can do it, pup.” hawks draws out longer thrusts, knowing you loved it when you were able to fully feel his length inside of you. your thighs threaten to shut, scalp faintly stinging from the grip he still has in your hair.

“daddy!” you yell out, cumming around his length and feeling the grip leave your hair. your face falls onto the bed, thighs still quivering and cunt fluttering around his throbbing cock. hawks still keeps at his hard thrusts, trying to reach his own high.

“come on baby, let me feel you squeeze around me one more time. i know you can do it, puppy. just squeeze daddy’s cock, just like that slut.” his hips start stuttering, and curses leave his mouth as he pumps his load inside of you. spurt after spurt leaves the head of his cock, and into your hole.

he slips his cock out of you and falls onto the bed next to you. he grabs your waist, and lays your head on his chest.

“you did a good job, baby.”

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[little-owly]

do you think the robots could get pregnant? like, if bing and google and the others were meant to be sexbots, isn't it possible that bing could hypothetically have an artificial womb, or something similar?? -totally not a robot fucker and totally not ur friend

im already working on kinkshaming u and myself because im into this idea so much.bing is used more so as a sex robot than google. google is reserved for fucking the others, his stamina high and able to fuck for hours on end, even having artificial cum shoot out of his hard cock. bing, is more of the submissive sex robot. being able to be kept in one position for hours on end, ultra sensitive, his inner walls tight and warm. so more, he's meant to be fucked for hours on end, even having an artificial womb for anyone who's into /that/ kink. seeing his belly fill with their cum and see him grow heavier with each day. carrying their 'baby' (bing's developers were very...quirky people.) so its no surprise some ego who's fucked bing, or as they refer to it 'use his primary objective', they accidentally touch a button on his hip that activates this. the button nearly invisible, blending in with his skin color. the ego huffs and pulls him close, bing on all fours as he cries out, "fuck--!! hard, oh my fuckin' /god--/"the ego pulls at bing's hair and kisses the soft flesh like material on his neck, biting down as bing cums for the second time, messing the office couch they're on. "oh fuck, fill me up," bing moans, wiggling his ass to meet their thrusts, "knock me up. knock me up and let's start a family, oh /fuck--/"huh. the ego raises an eyebrow at this new weird dirty talk. still thrusting deep inside him, so close, bing's internal walls and entrance impossibly tight. the other ego's toes curling and muscles tensing. before they cum, bing turning his head to kiss them deeply. the ego going along with it, especially if bing keeps up with the open mouth kisses. filling him with their cum, leaking around his cock. groaning as they thrust in gently a few more times."oh god," bing smiles and kisses them again, "oh god i can't wait to be knocked up by you..."***bing's been gone for a few days. the egos having a meeting, google looking back at the empty seat by him. wondering where the troublesome ego is now. he did get notifications about something called baby.exe being executed on bing. thats the thing about them, it sucks having shared notifications. "as i was saying, we'll have to move around the shows on ma//rkip//lier tv--"wilford is cut off by bing entering the room. everyone confused as they see the egostill dressed normally, save for the belly on him. practically glowing happiness as he waves to the egos, "suh dudes?""...what the hell? bing, what the--""what? oh, this?!" he lifts his shirt to show off the baby bump, hanging over his jeans slightly. one hand massaging the skin of his new baby, "new feature!!""i don't...quite believe it is." google speaks up, the egos in the back craning their necks to see how...the hell thats possible."uh, yeah it is, you old fart." bing replies, "i finally have something you dont. i have this cool new feature that lets me start a /family/--"dr. ip//lier bursts out laughing, doubled over as he stands next to bing. holding his stomach.the laughter dies down, it...it /does/ feel like a...well..."and its all thanks to him," bing walks over to the ego, kissing their cheek, "he found out how to turn on the switch so now i can carry our baby. isnt that right?"the ego rushes out the room. no...no fucking way this was real. this -- this had to be a prank!! a joke!! no, that was a pregnancy suit bing was wearing!!the other egos are stunned as bing shrugs and takes his seat. his belly warm and cozy under his short, his hand rubbing the soft skin again. "...im looking over your model, and these effects go away in a week without a delivery. its just fluid inside you." google whispers as the egos try to make sense of the situation. did they have room for another ego? if it was one? did they have time? was it even /human/?!bing rolls his eyes as ed bravely steps in to take the baby...at the cost of 250 dollars. he's sure it'd sell well in his warehouse."of course i know. i'm just living it up now, you really think _______ is gonna leave me all alone with any money to 'deliver' this thing?" bing props his feet up, minding his baby bump, "think of all the cool ass skateboard i can buy with it.""you're as manipulative as dark." google chuckles as dr. ip//lier fights over said unborn baby with ed, claiming they legally cant sell it."i like it." google finally admits, "its nice to finally have some...drama in this boring establishment." "truuuue." bing laughs. the egos still fighting as his body stimulates a baby kicking inside him, the suppose father ego already draining his bank account for bing and the incoming 'baby'.(this turned out more silly than smutty ahskshakd forgive me friend)

[jihoonscafe]

❧ x.mh | quiet

foreign exchange! minghao/ the8 + reader

word count : 1639 words. genre : angst but like ,, depressing kind synopsis : he was quiet, always quiet, and the one who could make him smile, was too busy smiling because of someone else.

✐ jsahfskdhfds im sorry minghao stans brb. djshf i know i keep promising to write fluff here but damn ur girl ain’t deliverin im sorry !! i will try to post a fluff one soon aksdhfsdfg (maybe with a specific tall nerd n mornings tsk tsk no spoilers). grab some cleenex but not too much bcuz u will feel bad for the boy ?? but guilty for (most probs) lovin that jun action.

Everything was quiet.

It was the way he liked it, after all there were no chattering students speaking in much too rapid English for his poor ears and much too stressed swearing for his soft heart. He had always been a home-schooled child, who went to college, free-spirited and happy, and was asked to take part in a foreign exchange.

His father, forever talking about character development, had instantly approved of this idea and had signed up poor old Minghao for it before he could raise a voice of objection, and in only a few months of extreme English classes and explanations on American culture and ways of lifestyle, he had been flown off miles away from the only place he had ever called home.

He was a dancer, from the very roots of his soul, and if everywhere his recessant shy personality and stuttering english scared people away from a too long conversation, nothing could scare him as he danced. It was the universal language of the body, the one which held the grace and eloquence of the most sophisticated words one could find in a dictionary, like the one in his backpack for bad situations.

As his program was about dance, he was to train with a group of Asian-American choreographers, and find out how the cultures and the styles of dance meshed, learning how they learned and how they held themselves as they danced.

He stood in the place where this very practice was held, a classy building in the middle of the town’s hotspots, in a floor of thousands little gray studios, cool from the incessant air conditioning and the ambiance of how he had always imagined the inside of a dance studio would look like.

It was so different.

Back home, his second and true home had always been the small dance studio, only a few blocks from his college, with the ugly yellow wallpaper and weathered wooden floor which made this place look beautiful aesthetically. But at home, there was the old woman who always greeted him warmly with her smile and gave him snacks on nights he slept there, and there were the walls of that place, though not aesthetic, held so many of his firsts, held so many precious memories.

His first kiss had been against that wall, his first dance injury had been from the wall, his first breakdown had been by the wall. The walls had taken his blood, sweat and tears over the years.

They made this place look like the ice palace Elsa makes in Frozen. Cold, and unwelcoming, as if made of pure ice.

No one smiles at him here, but then again nobody even looks at him enough to flash him a smile.

Well, except you.

You, who danced with the more experienced choreographers at the studio, and who often made choreographies which featured in the dance channel the studio shared. You, who was warm and kind, who smiled at him, and everybody else around you and made the ice around him thaw with that melting crinkle of your eyes as you laughed.

You, who he admires so much, for the fluidity of the way you moved and the poise you held as you walked, for the kindness to each, the way you even took him and talked to him even if he couldn’t speak that fiery English you were famous for, the way you even learned the slightest bit of Chinese to greet him comfortably in the mornings and reserved those dazzling smiles for him when he came in, feeling grey.

You, who never makes him feel quiet.

You, who looks at his mentor like he was the stars, unaware that they actually resided permanently in your eyes, and often twinkled when you laughed at one of those horrible puns which he would never understand.

His mentor, also known as, Wen Junhui, the only one in the studio who Minghao had seen swear in such rapid Mandarin after a wrong step that even he had been confused as to what exactly had been the jumble of inappropriate words which fell from his mouth.

Minghao had met him on his second month here, when all the dancers had gotten over their excitement of foreign exchange students with too much sun and a natural blush to their warm skins, and he had been lonely for the first time in quite a bit of time. Back home, he had never been shy because he had had those friends ever since he had come out of the womb and thus their friendship was natural, no introductions needed when the age of awkwardness had hit him.

When he moved, he had things to say but because he wasn’t confident in his English to that point, he avoided it and chewed on his lips, swallowing any words other than his introductions, and basic nods and refusals.

He had so much to say, so many jokes he knew would make people laugh, would make you laugh, but because he was never sure how you would feel when he would say it, he shut up inside himself.

Jun had been the one teaching the choreography then to the males of the group before they headed in for the duet with the girls, since the dance was to a duet song and him and you had been the ones to choreograph it, like always. The ones with the best flow together, he had heard people say and while it killed him to say it because of the little crush he had developed on you over the weeks, but it was utterly true. You both danced like twin fires, bringing such life to a performance, it became from art to masterpiece.

Minghao was stuck on the last move, which was where he would hold the girl while making eyecontact, and while his hands were easy because it was mindless touching when it came to dance, eye to eye contact was rarely forgotten and it made him flustered beyond belief, so much so that Jun told him he could try it with him once to see if it was better then.

That led to Minghao bursting out into laughter as he held Jun, who chuckled at the boy’s shy antics before ruffling his hair and telling him he was the cutest of the bunch .. in Chinese which made Minghao blush before slipping himself back into the group, only one thought rampant in his mind.

He knew why you liked the boy, he was so .. alive.

So the dance began and Minghao watched as Jun and you took the stage, the soft tune of the romance song playing in the background and the people in the room seemed to collectively coo at the gentleness of Jun’s touch on your waist, and the way you both smiled at each other, like the other held the answers to the world’s biggest test.

It had been then that he had realised two things, that he had a major crush on you.

And that you adored Wen Junhui more than anything.

The very thought had hurt him then.

But now, as he sat on the roof of the building, his feet dangling off the side, swinging gently from side to side as if they had no energy to move, as if they were feeling the lethargy of the city down below which had not yet woken up to feel the sunlight rain upon it, he, for once, was not quiet.

Instead, he sang a small song, an old Chinese lullaby his mother had once hummed to him when he was but a child, when he hadn’t woken up in the morning. The tune had always made him smile, and even now he did. The words flowed off his tongue naturally, a calm tune produced from his slender throat, as his tears silently fell from his dark eyes.

This lullaby now held another side to the coin, like he had always believed everything did, nothing had only one side to it, every thing or person or being had a good side and a bad side, and it seemed like his dear tune from the depths of his memories had its own crushing bad side.

Only the night before, when his limbs had ached and he had almost fell to crumble on the ground rather than go back to his gloomy dorms, which were never the different colour from this place anways, he had heard it, the lullaby, quietly float out from one of the practice rooms, and when he had been close to crying from feeling his homesickness eat away at him from the sound of something his dearest mother would sing to him, he realised whose voice it was.

Crawling as sneakily as he could have with his malfunctioning limbs, he had peeked into the nearest lit room and saw Jun sitting against the mirror, singing the lullaby quietly, to you, who lay with your head on his thighs, eyes drooping as he smiled and leaned down to give you the softest kiss on your forehead, as if he was touching the sweetest of flowers.

Minghao’s fingers had loosened their hold on the railing which was holding him up and he had scrambled to his feet, running as fast as his legs could take him until he was looking at the stars again, and that is where he slept and woke up under the only thing which could connect him back home, the sky, and the stars which you stole away from it inside your eyes, the ones which reflected in Jun’s love-glazed eyes as he kissed you.

As the tune died out into the sound of the first cars of the day starting up and beginning to run on the streets, his wet eyes fluttered shut.

He was quiet once again.