#midnight hours make me extra silly

[tsukinoshinjiu]

Link is tired of his shit already (based on this meme on twitter)

[outofconcheol]

friends forever? (lmh x f!reader)

pairing: Minho x reader (afab)

genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst if you squint, brief smut, established relationship, 18+

summary: Minho has the difficult task of wooing someone very important to you.

warnings: CATS, a very confused Minho, swearing, mentions breakups, mentions periods, just lots of feels ok, smut warnings: brief oral (f receiving), kissing

word count: 1.9k

a/n: Where are all my cat people at? this idea came to me today and it was so cute i almost passed out (jk I did actually pass out today). i really said enough of Minho wooing reader, i want to see this man woo a cat and i made it happen! Also Lulu is one of my nicknames for my cat (but he's a boy). this is very unedited, I wrote it in like an hour but I hope you enjoy!

It’s past midnight when Minho notices the eyes for the first time. They peer at him from the endless darkness of the hallway and he looks around nervously, wondering if he should say something. In the corner of his eye, he can see you rustling around in the kitchen, cabinets opening and closing as you try to find some snacks for the both of you. If there’s an intruder in your apartment, you don’t seem perturbed, humming quietly to yourself.

He wonders if this is some kind of test from the universe, if some evil spirit’s been sent down so that he, as your newly-minted boyfriend, can prove that he’s brave and worthy of protecting you. But before he can whip out his ghost-busting skills, your sock-clad feet are padding towards him on the couch, a surprised gasp leaving your lips.

“Oh! I see you’ve met Lulu.”

Minho blinks once, twice, before following the sound of your voice, looking down over the edge of the couch. 

Those same eyes from the hallway blink up at him. It’s a cat. Your cat, fluffy fur and all, looking at Minho through narrowed eyes.

Immediately, he softens, silently relieved that he wouldn’t have to slay any demons tonight. Minho loved cats. He had three of his own waiting at home. He slides off the couch, dropping to his knees, extending an arm out.

“Hi there Lulu, I’m Minho. Nice to meet you.”

Lulu cocks her head, taking a few seconds to look Minho over, assessing him from head to toe. And then she… remains completely still, refusing to budge and accept the offer to smell Minho’s hand. Minho feels his heart drop, arm still outstretched with the hope that she’ll change her mind, but to no avail.

“Babe,” Minho zips his head in your direction, and you offer him a comforting squeeze to his arm. “Lulu takes a while to warm up to new people, it’s nothing personal. She never liked any of my exes.”

You giggle, pulling Minho back onto the couch with you so he can rest his head in your lap while you start the movie. Minho tries to focus on the film, but his mind remains elsewhere, darting over to the side where he sees Lulu sitting next to the couch. Eventually, she jumps up onto the cushions to join you, snuggling into your side, but maintaining a safe distance from Minho.

Minho resists the urge to overthink the interaction from earlier. He knew better than anyone that cats were temperamental beings, and that they required extra love and attention. So what if Lulu never warmed up to any of your exes? She’d warm up to him eventually, because he planned on sticking around for a long time. 

If you asked Minho the key to winning a cat’s heart, he’d tell you time. And maybe lots of treats. But mostly time. He thought time would be enough to heal the frosty first impression he’d left on Lulu, but every time he was over at your place, there she was around the corner, mean-mugging and making him feel guilty for crimes he didn’t commit.

He didn’t want to worry you with his silly beef with your cat, knowing that you loved her and she’d helped you through many hard times. 

So Minho, being the amazing boyfriend he was, tried to tackle the problem on his own.

He started with treats of course. The sizeable dent in his wallet from owning three cats only became all the more palpable when he’d buy an extra box from the pet store every week, hoping to woo over Miss Lulu with the five-star meal of some pureed chicken in a tube.

Lulu stared down the tube like it was a foreign object, before slapping her fluffy tail against Minho’s face, turning on her heels, and walking away.

She had the same reaction to the freeze-dried treats he tried the week after.

Then he theorized that maybe Lulu was averse to the smell of his own cats on him. So Minho kept an extra pair of clothes in his car all the time, one he’d change into before coming over. When he knocked at the door, he was met with your dazzling smile, cupping his face to press your lips to his, but as soon as it was over he caught sight of Princess Lulu running down the hallway away from him.

Months passed with Minho doing everything he could wrap his mind around what he could do win over the second most important person in your life (after him, of course). He’d even powered through a tense meeting between Lulu and Soonie, Doongie, and Dori, worried that his sons would scare her away, or even worse, hurt her, and that would be the end of you and Minho. But much to his surprise, Lulu played happily with the boys, even letting Dori tackle her and lick her fur.

And so began Minho’s mutual grudge against your cat. He did his best to hide it, but the lack of acceptance from Lulu was getting to him, like an arrow through his heart. He wondered if he could survive years by your side with a cat that hated him, but one look at your sparkly eyes and pretty smile told him that yes, this was worth it. You were worth it.

So Lulu ignored Minho. And Minho ignored Lulu. And both of them continued on in their own little worlds, centered around you. 

Minho slams his lips against yours, pushing you up against the door of your bedroom, smirking when he feels your lips part in a soft moan. The two of you make out lazily against the door for a few moments, until you’re both breathless and panting, Minho stepping back to admire the handiwork he’d left on your neck, the angry marks disappearing underneath the neckline of your shirt. 

Minho runs his thumb over your lip, watching your eyes go dark with desire, and in no time at all, you’re pinned underneath him on the bed, legs dangling with Minho in between them. He wastes no time diving in, eating you out with fervor until you’re writhing against his face, a wave of pleasure building inside you.

Only for it all to come crashing down seconds later, when he suddenly stops. You let out a pathetic whine, running your fingers through Minho’s hair while he remains crouched in between your thighs.

“Min, baby what’s wrong?” you lift his chin up so he’s looking at you, and the look in his eyes is so starkly different from a few minutes ago, his face pale.

“She’s watching us,” he whispers, like he’s seen a ghost.

You follow his line of sight to the top of the dresser, where Lulu is now perched, tail tucked underneath her butt, eyes narrowing at you and Minho.

“Just ignore her, babe,” you nudge his head between your legs again. Minho gives a few tentative licks to your folds, but lets out a heavy sigh, sitting back on his knees.

“I can’t.” And he looks so unbelievably guilty it makes your heart melt. You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, before throwing on his discarded shirt, softly padding over to where Lulu rests.

“Hey pretty girl,” you coo at her, cradling her in your arms. “How about we go drink some water, huh?”

Minho sits on the edge of the bed, legs crossed and head in his hands. He doesn’t hear you come back inside, jumping slightly when you throw your arms around him, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“She doesn’t hate you,” your voice is muffled, nuzzling your nose against his jaw.

“She does,” Minho whines, trying not to let his voice break. “She literally won’t accept any treats from me. Every time you have period cramps, she glares at me like she’s saying “It’s your fault, asshole.” She even plays with Changbin more than me. And he’s allergic! She hates me and you’re going to break up with me because I can’t get along with your cat.”

“Why would I break up with you, silly?” you giggle. “I love you.”

Minho grabs you by the shoulders, cupping your cheeks in his hands, shock on his face.

“Y-you do?”

You nod your head, reaching up to grab his hand with your own.

“I love you, Lee Minho. And Lulu too. My heart is big enough for both of you.”

Minho feels better after that night, his anxieties melting away, and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can survive this impasse with Lulu.

Until you ask him to do the unthinkable.

“Please Minho? It’s just for one night.” you beg him. Something urgent had come up for work, and you needed to take an overnight trip to handle it. Which meant Minho had to stay home with Lulu.

Minho wants to protest, saying the little brat will be fine, but then you pout. And it’s game over. He’s agreeing before he can think it through.

So you leave, the door clicking behind you, and Minho sits on the couch, Lulu across the room from him, the two of them staring each other down much like the first time they’d met. He takes meticulous care to fill up her food bowl and clean out her litter box, his heart doing a flutter when she doesn’t refuse either.

But she remains at her safe distance, and Minho is alone on the couch, missing the warmth of your presence next to him. He clicks through a few tv channels, before turning the TV off, throwing his hoodie on and slipping out onto your balcony, making sure to leave the door slightly ajar in case something happened to Lulu.

He sits with his knees curled to his chest, watching the city lights twinkle, until he hears a soft whine. He turns to see Lulu across from him on the balcony, maintaining her healthy distance, but staring at him with curious eyes.

“You’re a tough nut to crack Lulu, you know that?” Minho blurts out. “I just wish you’d like me, kiddo. I try so hard for you. And for your mom.”

He leans back against the railing, letting out a heavy sigh, and the words keep pouring out.

“I love her a lot. Like a lot a lot. I think I’m probably gonna marry her someday. And then we’ll be stuck together whether you like it or not.”

Minho closes his eyes, wondering what the future would hold for the two of them, when he feels it. The soft brush of fur against his leg, and then tiny vibrations.

He blinks his eyes open, and Lulu is nestled against his leg, soft purrs coming from her as she burrows her nose into Minho’s sweaptants.

Tears prick at the corner of Minho’s lids as he fights every bone in his body not to jump for joy. He reaches over, softly stroking Lulu between her ears, and chuckles when her tiny mouth drops open.

“Of course. The only thing you love more than attention is ____. I should have known.”

He stays impossibly still, battling against the ache in his leg, his eyes growing heavy with sleep. 

That’s how you find him in the morning, still cuddled up to Lulu. You smile softly, grabbing a blanket from the couch to throw over Minho while you work on breakfast for him and Lulu, finally content that the two most important people in your world love each other as much as they love you.

a/n pt. 2: As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[midnight-mourning]

Holiday Fun

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 11❄️❄️

still feeling a little weird, BUT enjoyed writing this one out, these just keep getting fluffier and fluffier, WHOOPS, ah who am i kidding, i know y'all are eating it up, hope you enjoy this one as well ^_^

Prompt: Request! Christmas themed activities with the Daycare kids. Maybe Arts n' Crafts or even DCA trying to impress the kids with some funny costume

Word Count: 2040

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When Sun approached you with the idea of going 'all-out' for the holidays this year, you were just slightly surprised, but very pleased. 

You've always love the holiday season, and having the chance to share it with both the playtime and the naptime attendant was always a bit of a joy. You'll admit, while you've never said it outright, you found their company very endearing, and having the excuse to put in the extra hours to get everything prepared was thrilling to you. Of course, you do your best to hide this excess excitement to see them as excitement for the kids, but still. 

They had big plans for this time of year, much more ambitious than the usual. More games, more activities, more presents, all of it. The Daycare was decorated head to toe in all sorts of Christmas fare, including a rather large tree you're still not quite sure how they managed to get their hands on. Regardless, the mood was elevated for everyone, and especially for the kids. 

It was decided that you'd stick to the usual routine throughout most of the month, leading up to a big celebration before the Plex closed for Christmas, consisting of a week-long 'party' filled with everything and anything you could think of. 

However, it was during this time that you noticed the slightest shift in the attendants' attitude. Not a bad one by any means, they were still overjoyed, but you'd noticed they'd become a bit more, cheeky, in their interactions with you. 

It started with a simple game, 'Pin the nose on Rudolph' with you volunteering to demonstrate for the children to help understand. 

"Alright, are you ready Sunshine?" Sun asked, hands on your shoulders. 

You nod, putting both thumbs up, blindfold blocking your line of sight. "Yup! Bring it."

He spins you around once, twice, three times, and you expect him to let you go, simply point you in the right direction with the sticky foam circle in your hands. Instead, he holds close, waiting for you. 

At first you think nothing of it, stepping forward and feeling around for the poster. But you do whisper to the bot your confusion. "Um, Sun, everything okay? You're not trying to trick me now, are you?"

"Of course not, Starshine." He answers, just as quietly. "Just want to give you the best chance possible and impress all our little friends! Now, lift your hand up just a tad..."

Sure enough, you manage to get quite close to winning, and the kids are thrilled. 

Similarly, during story time later on in the day, Moon asks you to help read with him, playing a few parts in the story, something you never do. But, you're more than happy to help out, though you do find his choices for you to be surprising, if even a bit flustering. 

"Something the matter, Star?"

You cough, and shake your head, settling in beside him to be able to see the pages of the book. "Not at all, you just never ask for support during stories is all."

"Well, even the best of us need help sometimes, I'm not so prideful to not admit to that." He scootches closer, arm wrapping around you to grip the book he now puts between your laps. "Let's get started, shall we?"

You nod, heat on your cheeks hopefully invisible in the low light. "Of course!"

It doesn't go unnoticed to you how additionally, all their crafts throughout the week mysteriously end up in your bag, adding to the growing collection that was now scattered throughout your home. You know they're just being silly and sweet, but still, each little note you receive with each makes your heart soar. 

Your favorite so far is the shared Christmas ornament they made you. One of the ones filled with paint and sparkly things and more. The blue and yellow bulb is hung front and center on your tree, and everytime you catch sight of the glitter hearts they added to it you have to turn away again, shaking your head. 

It doesn't help that the children have ganged up on you now, seemingly unaware of how much it flusters you to be pushed together with your crushes for every activity. From movie watching, to making gingerbread houses together, to even dancing around the Daycare to Christmas music. 

With each activity, you notice how they all giggle amongst themselves, whispering and the likes. And every so often, you'll catch the Attendant joining in, shushing them, tones too hushed for you to make out yourself. You're not entirely sure what it all means, but you assume it must just be the extra excitement relating to the party at the end of the week. As much as you've enjoyed the extra attention from the bots, there was certainly no way either of the Attendants meant anything by all this teasing. 

That was, until the day of. 

When you walk into the Daycare that morning, having ran a little behind because of the weather, you notice how, quiet everyone is. 

It's odd, but still, you smile all the same to the kids, greeting them as you hang up your coat and go through your usual routine. You start reviewing the checklist on your clipboard, double checking that everything is set up and ready to go for the official 'start' of the party in a few hours. 

As you're doing so, a shadow suddenly looms over you. You look up, eyes widening when you catch sight of his outfit. 

"Oh! Good morning, Sunny! I wasn't expecting to see you so dressed up!" You comment with a giggle. "Or so blue."

He is in, fact, covered with blue and white, but not Moon's level. Rather, his outfit is a lighter blue, with snowflakes scattered throughout, including the end of the hat he's wearing. Jack Frost wasn't what you'd expect the sunny attendant to dress up as—if at all—but you have to say, it works well. 

Sun puts his hands on his hips, head held high. "Why thank you! I thought a bit of dress up would really make this party a good one! Don't you agree?"

"Of course!" You beam. 

Something's set down on the desk beside you then, the clipboard in your hands removed. "Wonderful! Then I hope you won't mind joining me, would you?"

You realize that it's a matching outfit, complete with 

"Even Jack Frost needs a bit of assistance, and who better to help than his favorite helper?" He puts his hand over yours.

You can't help the stutter that forms then, even if the notion is silly. "Re-really? Are, are you sure?"

"How could I not be! The children are so excited too, we wouldn't want to let them down, right?"

You take note how the kids are keenly watching the two of you then, snickering and chatting just like they've been all week. 

Something clicks for you then, and the warmth that's been building in your chest spreads ten-fold. 

After a moment, you nod, taking the outfit. "Okay! Yeah, of course."

You rush off to change then, and when you come back, the kids cheer, only flustering you further. Sun claps excitedly upon seeing you, spinning you into a dip before setting you upright again. It dizzies you in more ways than one. 

As the day goes on, you can feel the tension build more and more. You know very clearly now that they're planning something during this party, but to what extent, you're not for certain. But the lingering touches, the whispered teases, it's almost a bit too much for you now. 

You just hope you're not reading this all wrong, or it's going to be really embarrassing—

"Having fun, Sunbeam?" Sun asks, practically skipping over to you. 

You sip on your drink, watching the controlled chaos of the Daycare. Kids are running about, each with their own little costumes in the form of headbands and face paint. There's a craft or two happening, as well as a few easy to monitor games. 

You don't know how, but you think this is the smoothest party you've ever had, despite so much happening. And now having realized the kids have been in on the schemes of your Attendants, you can only imagine what they did to convince the children to behave so well. 

Music plays somewhere around you, and in that moment, you're the most content you've ever been, you think.

You glance up to Sun, and decide to make the first move for once. You wrap an arm around his waist, smile on your face as you observe the controlled chaos. "I'm having a great time, thank you. This is all so, perfect."

"Oh. Well, um,"—you hear Sun's rays spin quickly—"There is something else, we, we planned it just for you! If you'd um, be interested, that is."

You giggle then, patting his chest once with your free hand. "Lead the way then."

He nods, taking hold of your hand and guiding you further into the Daycare. Just then, the song changes, something still holiday-related, but slower, easy to dance to. With a slight hesitation, Sun takes both your hands, starting to lead you into the song. 

"So." You say.

"So." He answers. 

You giggle, looking up into his gaze. "You two have been pretty sneaky this week, haven't you?"

"I don't know what ever you could mean." Sun spins you around, into a shadow. It's enough for Moon to show for a moment. "We've been on nothing but our best behavior."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Not to mention you've managed to trick our friends into helping you. Do you have any idea how close to bursting my heart has been all week?"

"Obviously not enough, if it's taken you this long to notice." Moon snickers. 

You scoff. "Give me some credit, when you've had a crush for so long, you find it hard to believe it might be reciprocated."

A shift back into the light, Sun's rays appearing again. "Well, maybe we just need to be a bit more clear, hm?"

Before you can say anything, Sun presses his smile to your lips. Your eyes widen, and before he can move away again, you pull him in for another, longer, kiss, full of the yearning you've been trying your best to hide for so long, now throwing all that caution to the wind. 

You break apart, you find Sun is frozen in place. Then, he reaches up, and pulls the hat he's wearing down over his eyes, causing you to laugh outright. 

"Sorry." Your hand comes up to his face. "Guess I got a little carried away for a moment there."

At that moment, you realize that several pairs of little eyes are on you both. Including—

"Danielle! Amy! You set me up?" You gasp, seeing them peeking out from the playset above you, sticks with little bits of mistletoe hanging from their grips. 

They giggle as do the other kids, and it's your turn to be embarrassed. After shooing them away, with no help of either Sun or Moon, you're left alone with the two once more. 

"I can't believe you pitted them against me. I knew they were in on it, but still!"

Moon chuckles, arms wrapping around you once more. "You're very oblivious, Star. We needed all the help we could get."

You grumble, but accept the hug, burying your head in his chest. "Fair enough. I guess."

"So, is this all alright then?" He asks, with just a hint of nerves in his tone. 

You squeeze tighter, nodding. "More than alright. Trust me."

"Good. We should have another ten minutes before Santa arrives. Let's make them count, hm?" He asks, leaning back down to your height.

"Moon! We have a job to do."

He tsks. "Job can wait. They'll be fine on their own for a little longer. We gave them plenty of candy to keep quiet."

You're interrupted by another kiss from protesting further. But once you're not so distracted and flustered, you will be having a talking to them about bribing the kids for their help. Even though you were indeed, benefiting from it greatly. 

Very much so.

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Thank you to @lizyxml for the cute request! Liked having something that had the daycare kids involved to an extent, and had a good bit of fun writing all the little scenes hehe ^-^ also thought jack frost would be a cute/silly costume so that's why I went with that for the boys :D (also a big jack frost fan sooo yk how it is >-<)

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

Jason slow dancing with you in the kitchen, something fluffy like that please!

Fighting sleep rn so this is perfect. You’re also getting teasing Jason for free. And a ton of other unnecessary details cause I got way too into it.

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Time written - 11:42 p.m

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“Why’re you out of bed, babe?” A bedraggled Jason greeted your weary, squinting eyes as they got used to the kitchen lighting.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you whisper, exhaustion heavy on your tone despite your body’s refusal to succumb to it. Jason settled himself back against the counter beside the stove, continuously watching over a small pot while scrolling over mindless articles over his phone.

“C’mere.” Jason offers an arm towards you, watching your oversized shirt clad body trudge across cold tile floor to get to him. He hugs you close, your cheek hearing the drum of his steady heart as you relax against his chest, your body easing in his embrace.

“What’re you making?”

“Warming you up some milk,” Jason murmurs into your hair, rubbing soothing motions along the small of your back. The lack of sleep wasn’t new, mostly due to your persistence on waiting on him after his patrol nights ended. He felt guilty, choosing to stay extra hours to make sure you kept yourself asleep.

He didn’t mind it. He preferred you over the cold streets on a November midnight.

“Gotta treat my baby like a baby and make her a bottle.”

“Shut up,” you scoff with a smile, knowing he’d take it as an amusing compliment. He enjoyed making you laugh as much as he did taking care of you.

Your preferred milk with a dash of cinnamon and chamomile honey slowly came to a simmer on the stove, awaiting a spoonful of cocoa powder. You’ll ask if it was Alfred’s idea to having hot chocolate instead of warm milk for sleep, he’ll shrug and tell you he saw it once on a cheesy Hallmark channel.

Jason closes his eyes, a slight smile growing on his face.

“Tell me something,” he whispers, his voice still quiet, rough, and tired, the late hour shown in bright green digital numbers on the stove clock.

“Hm?”

“Just… say anything. You don’t have to put any thought behind it. I just wanna hear your voice… okay?”

You had no understanding to the reason, only coming up with him wanting to tire you out just by talking lots of nonsense. You could do that, sometimes that’s your specialty.

“Okay,” you reply, saying the first words that came to mind after taking a sigh.

“When was the last time we had Dino chicken nuggets? We’re grown adults, what’s really stopping us from eating them?”

Jason starts to chuckle a little, then his laughter grows just a little louder. He cradled you closer to body, his arms still snug around your waist. What a silly thing to say, even when that’s exactly what he had asked for.

“No, no, it’s true. Why do kids get to claim all the tasty snack food?” He chuckles, gently swaying you from side to side, not even making much of an attempt to move his feet.

“One of these days… let’s just eat like little kids for a day.” You suggest, your voice growing a bit thick with exhaustion. “Hot chocolate and dino nuggets, and we can just stay in bed. It’ll be a nice break, don’t you think? So you don’t have to be Red Hood all the time.”

He lowers his head a little, stray tufts of hair tickling your face while his lips plant gentle kisses along your neck. His heart hurts a little bit from that little desire deep in your chest to have him home more, to be a proper boyfriend and cradle you in your dreams, just as he did now.

“Yeah? I don’t mind that,” Jason says, keeping you blanketed in the safety of his embrace, slowly shifting weight along his feet to sway you with him a little more.

“You ever danced before, sweetheart?”

“Hm?” Your head tilts a bit. “No, not like this.”

“Is it making you sleepy?” He asks, catching the quirk in the corner of your lip.

“You rocking me like a baby?”

“Can see its working,” He snickers, kissing the top of your forehead. His little sleeping beauty, nestled in the arms of a crimson beast.

“Tell me more,” he whispers, raspy voice growing both soothing and quiet. “Keep talking. I wanna listen to you.”

Your head shifts, your lips muffled against his chest, amusing him with a complete lack of understanding.

“What’s that, baby?”

“You’re not home as much a lot of nights.”

Jason exhales, feeling his lungs deflating while he spares a hand to cradle the back of your neck and runs through your hair.

“I know Princess,” he responds, voice growing softer.

Then, he goes silent for a moment—as if he’s thinking of what to say next.

“D’you miss me when I’m not home?” he whispers, his voice soft and curious.

“I always do,” you admit, trailing your fingers all along his silvery scarred chest.

A light smile pulls at the side of his lips, feeling his pessimistic thoughts satiated for the time being.

He brings his hand up to your chin, caressing it softly with his thumb before tilting it upwards to get a good look at you.

“You know,” Jason responds, “I think I miss you the most when I’m not home.”

His voice is soft, as if he doesn’t want to be so vulnerable about this. This routine is something he can’t control sometimes, no matter how much he wanted to. Little nights like these where he could vanish from sight just to spend a couple extra hours with you was the greatest luxury he could ever want from the universe.

Time was the most precious possession that always slipped out of reach, he treasured every second of it with you.

“You’re always on my mind, babygirl. Try not to forget that.” As he’s saying this, he can’t help but tilt his head and kiss your forehead.

“M’tired,” you whine before opening your eyes, unaware when you had even closed them. He glances back to the stove before shutting off the burner, acknowledging he could at least save the mouthwatering concoction for breakfast in the morning.

“Too tired to wait for your bottle, huh?”

“Stooop.” You groan against the crook between his neck and shoulder, feeling the rumble of his amusement along his chest. “God, I hate you.”

“Hate me in the morning, babygirl,” he muses before slipping his arm under your knees, hoisting you up in his embrace to carry you back to bed.

[shaybreezy-17]

Zoro and the Aphrodisiac (Zoro x Fem!Reader)

smutty, silly lil one shot ;p

*TW: Explicit/sexual content*

Fanart credits to: @rrrotten!

This image makes me feel things every time I look at it 🙈…

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It was a dark and stormy night on the Thousand Sunny, but that didn’t stop you from heading into the kitchen for a midnight snack…

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“What are you doing with that?!” You whispered, slapping Nami’s hand away from the booze barrel she was pouring something into.

“Relax! It’s just a little calming sedative for the boys to chill out tomorrow morning so I can rummage through their clothes and sell some of the ugly ones for a couple extra berries.” She had her tongue out in focus, pouring a clear substance into the barrel. “Something caught my eye in one of the boutiques in town…”

She placed the bottle down to mix what was inside the barrel, so you picked it up to inspect it, making a mental note to bother her about what she wanted later.

The label had a bunch of hearts and upon reading it a bit further, “MAXIMUM STRENGTH AROUSAL SEDATIVE?” You gasped. “Nami, this might put them to sleep but we’re gonna have to spend a couple hours running away from them first… it’s like an aphrodisiac or worse! Practically liquid viagra…”

Snatching the bottle out of your hands, she read the label carefully, scrunching her eyebrows. “Well, fuck.” She chuckled nervously, “At least they’ll knock out eventually…”

“We have to do something about this before breakfast in the morning.” You sighed, placing the lid back on the barrel. “Should we just toss it out now that everyone’s asleep?”

Nami opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a larger presence behind her.

“Throw what away? Better not be talkin’ about my sake.” It was Zoro. He walked past Nami, approaching the barrel.

“Hands off, now.” He lowered his voice, eyes on your hand over the barrel. “Why are you meddling with my stuff?”

You looked over at Nami, silently begging for help.

“It’s pretty late, huh? I’m just gonna leave you two…” Nami began to back out of the kitchen, mouthing an “I’m sorry” before closing the door behind her.

She’s so dead tomorrow, you thought.

Looking back over at Zoro, “You can’t drink this, bud.” You retorted, placing your other hand on it.

He looked visibly more annoyed. “This isn’t a barrel for everyone to drink out of, it has my sake in it so who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” He began to walk toward you, forcing you to back up into the kitchen wall. “Y/N, you just pissed me off and it’s late. You should go to bed.”

“But, I-”

“Go. To. Bed.”

You rolled your eyes, wishing he’d stop treating you like a child.

If he wanted a drink so bad, he was about to find out why he should’ve stayed outta that damn barrel the hard way.

You opted for sleeping at the Sick Bay for the night as you were sure if you saw Nami right now in the Girls’ bedroom area, you’d probably lash out on her over Zoro annoying you.

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As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you felt your body being shaken by something. You opened your eyes, blinking a couple times to adjust them but all you could see was a blurry silhouette hovering over you in the dimly lit room.

“About fucking time you get up!” Zoro whispered. “I was looking all over for you.”

You sat up in confusion, rubbing your eyes. “You here to pick a fight over your stupid booze again?”

“No, idiot.” Zoro spat, “You put something in my sake! It’s making me feel… weird.”

“It wasn’t me and you’re the idiot for drinking from the barrel when I told you not to!” You slapped his shoulder.

“I don’t take orders from you last time I checked.” He scoffed.

“Yeah? Look where that got you now.” You retorted. “Get out if you don’t need anything else from me.”

He licked his lips, “You always been this feisty or am I just noticing?”

The sudden change in his behavior threw you off guard, but you knew the affect must have been kicking in worse by now.

“Oh, shut up.” You lightly shoved his chest, “That drink is messing you up, making you feel things you shouldn’t…”

He sat on the bed, leaning towards you. “The drink that you’re responsible for spiking?”

“I-I didn’t-”

He began to caress one side of your face, giving you the most intense eye contact he’s ever had, “I think it’s only fair that you’re responsible for relieving me of what I’m feeling right now…”

You were speechless. It was like Zoro left and let Sanji posses his sexy body. This was so unlike him.

You tried to dismiss the fact that the closer he got to you, the more you realized just how damn good looking he was.

“I need you, Y/N.” He whispered, thumb rubbing the corner of your mouth. His eyes followed, looking down at your lips. He licked his own intently. “Make me feel good.”

His voice made you weak in the knees. You closed your eyes in defeat, letting him finally kiss you.

You were torn between wanting him to make you his or still hating him for never taking you seriously and it caused a fire within you. You kissed him back, angry with passion.

You shoved him, making him lay down at the edge of the bed. Crawling on top of him, you kissed him again. You wanted control of him and this situation so badly… you wanted him to take you serious.

Zoro couldn’t handle his excitement as you felt him struggling to take off his pants until you felt something long and hard spring out and slap against your ass. Breaking the kiss, you positioned yourself over his pre-cum soaked penis.

“Slow and steady,” He placed a hand on your hip to support you, “I don’t wanna tear you up just yet…”

His words made your pussy throb. Looking down at his penis, you lowered yourself down, pushing him further and further inside… 

Once he was fully inside, you clenched your stomach, letting out a tiny grunt. He let out a smirk knowing he would be a lot for you to handle.

Rolling your eyes, you balanced yourself upright before you started working upwards and downwards on his cock. Zoro’s eyes closed shut and he let out a moan before stifling it by biting his hand.

This gave you a nudge of confidence as you began to quicken up your pace. Following your lead, he placed his hands on your waist, lifting you up as he began to thrust up inside you.

He threw his head back and you heard a stringy mess of the word “FuUuUcK!”

Before you knew it, he flipped you over so you were below him. “Sorry, Y/N, but I’m about to destroy you. I won’t hold back anymore.”

Without giving you a moment to even register what he had just said, he shoved himself back inside you causing you to tremble at the feeling of him completely spreading you apart, hitting all the right places.

He fucked you so hard, letting all of his past frustrations and desires toward you roll out with every thrust he made.

“Fuck! I hate you and how good you make me feel.” He growled, not letting up anytime soon.

Without even thinking, you reached up and slapped him across the face. His expression flashed with anger but quickly turned into something darker and more lustful…

“Not rough enough for ya?” He grinned, repositioning your legs over his shoulders to dig even deeper inside you, wrapping one of his hands around your throat as he spit into your mouth. “You’re taking me so fucking well, Y/N, I’m a little surprised.”

Little did he know, you began to feel an orgasm coming on. The way he was so rough with you yet made you feel so good had the knot in your stomach forming, tighter than ever, as your body begged you to let yourself cum.

Zoro hovered over you completely now, digging his face in your neck, leaving bites and kisses all over you. He pulled down your dress at the neckline, letting your breasts come out. As he sucked on your left nipple, he let his hand find your throat again. You couldn’t help but throw your head back at the overwhelming sensations he was giving you, rolling your eyes in pleasure.

“Zoro!” You screamed, “I-I’m gonna-”

Unable to finish your sentence, you felt that knot in your belly pulsating with energy that you were just dying to release. Running your fingers through Zoros hair, you gripped it as you felt yourself coming undone.

You let out a bunch of stringy moans and curse words as you came all over his cock, quivering under him as you attempted to push him out of you, but he held you and your hips down in place and kept ravaging your pussy.

You began to wimper with every additional thrust he gave you after you came. Your pussy was so sensitive now, you felt like you’d cum again any minute now.

Knowing you had no choice but to beg for him for mercy. “P-please, Zoro!” You struggled to find the words as he seemed to have fucked the shit out of the brains you once had, “I-I can’t take it anymore!”

You felt his pace get sloppier by the minute, his breathing heavier than before. You were both covered in each others sweat, but you were too dick-drunk to care or else you woulda dragged the both of you to the showers.

Zoros groans got louder as he fought back his own orgasmic sensation. His throbbing cock made your walls tighten around him even more, causing even more pleasurable agony for him. Eventually, he shoved his cock deeper inside you, making sure not to leave a single inch out. It pulsated and throbbed, followed by Zoro moaning your name loudly in your ear as he released deep inside you.

-

You were both utterly exhausted. Zoro let himself lay on you, no longer supporting up his body weight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. You both laid in silence, only the sounds of you both trying to catch your breath could be heard.

“You look a mess.” Zoro smiled, kissing your forehead, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “A very, very sexy mess.”

“I promise you look worse.” You replied, playfully shagging up his hair. “Well, now you do. Look at that mess on your head.”

He gently flipped you back over so you were on top and he was resting on his back. He looked up at you with sleepy eyes, almost in a drunken state. “Whaddya say we both drink out of that barrel tomorrow night?”

“No way!” You slapped him on the shoulder, “You just wanna go for round two tomorrow, you horny fuck.”

His face formed into a grin as he let his hands rub your naked inner thighs as you straddled him, “More like round six, let’s keep this going ‘til sunrise and save sleeping for the morning.”

“How ambitious of you,” You chuckled, remembering he took a sedative that was clearly already kicking in, but still giving in to the urge to challenge him once more before he was out for good, “to think you’d last much longer…”

[the-froschamethyst4]

The baby brains

𖤐Pairing: husband! König x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: heartaching toothrotting fluff, wholesome, a child genius, typical elementary school bully, fighting, married couple, kissing, badly translated German, language,

𖤐Summary: König’s and Y/n’s 6-year-old daughter Heidi is known as what the teachers call her ‘a child genius’ she is very smart and gets the best grades in her class, but due to her being smart, that also leads her to get bullied by the other kids

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Heidi was sitting in her class doing some extra work after getting done with one of her assignments. She was almost done with this assignment next.

She went to her teacher's desk and placed the extra work on her desk, and she was given a sticker for her good work, every student gets a sticker once they're done with their work. Heidi just gets a few extra stickers.

Heidi went back to her desk and grabbed a book from her desk cubby and opened it, she read hard chapter books that were in 9th grade reading level.

Heidi placed her extra sticker on her bookmark that was covered in other stickers. Heidi used her bookmark to move down a sentence so she wouldn't get confused and reread the same line again.

"Why do you keep getting extra stickers?" Romy, a girl in Heidi's class said as she walked up to her and pointed to her bookmark with the stickers.

"I don't know? Because I do my work?" Heidi said, showing her bookmark.

"I do extra work and I never get an extra sticker," Romy said with her hands on her hips.

"Then go ask Mrs.Ludwig to for an extra sticker if you do extra work," Heidi said.

Romy took Heidi's bookmark and ripped it in front of her. Heidi stood up and grabbed the torn bookmark and she grabbed Romy's shirt collar.

"Why would you do that!?" Heidi said, Mrs.Ludwig looked up from her doing paperwork and saw Heidi grabbing Romy's shirt.

"Girls, girls, what are you two doing?" She asked, grabbing Heidi's hands to let go of Romy's shirt.

"She ripped my bookmark."

"She keeps getting extra stickers and it makes me mad, I do extra work and I never get extra stickers."

"Romy...you don't do extra work, that's why you don't get extra stickers, and Heidi you can't put your hands on Romy like that okay?"

"Yes ma'am," the girls both said at the same time.

"Good, I will be calling both of your parents for this," the girls just nodded, and Romy went back to her desk and Heidi sat back down in her seat.

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Y/n was at work doing some paperwork till her phone was rung. She looked down seeing the school calling her, she rubbed her eyes getting prepared for the phone call.

Y/n answered the phone and in her nicest voice she answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs.King?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Mrs.Ludwig, Heidi's teacher, I'm just letting you know that Heidi has almost got into a fight with one of the other girls Romy Weber. Over Romy ripping Heidi's bookmark because Heidi gets extra stickers for doing her work..."

"Over...a bookmark?" Y/n rubbed her eyes.

"Yes...it's a little silly, but I am supposed to report to parents about every little thing that happens in the classroom even over something about a bookmark ripping and almost causing a fight," Mrs.Ludwig said, and she gave an awkward laugh.

"I understand, I'll have a talk with her once she gets home, thank you for telling me."

"Of course, have a good day, Mrs.King," Mrs.Ludwig hung up the phone.

Y/n went to text and was going to text her husband König, he was back on the field for a while, he comes home around midnight and gets 4 hours of sleep and has to leave around 5 in the morning and repeats.

Liebe: *König, your daughter almost got into a fight at school*

King: *Sie wird unser Tod sein (she's gonna be the death of us)*

Liebe: *And it was over one of the girls ripping a bookmark*

King: *zur Hölle (The fuck) that's so fucking stupid. If my daughter put her hands on you, it was probably over something else, then a ripped bookmark, ridiculous* *And this is the third time they've called about this girl causing problems with Heidi....I'll go back down there and put my two cents in*

Y/n could tell König was pissed and a pissed König was the hottest thing ever.

Liebe: I mean, I'm not opposed to it*

King: *Nah, I'll do it when something actually bad happens*

Y/n just giggled at her husband.

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3:30PM

Y/n waited at the bus stop for her daughter. Heidi soon got off the bus and walked with her head down knowing she's probably in trouble. She looked up at her mom and gave a lazy smile.

"Heidi, you're not in trouble, come on," Y/n said as they headed inside their home.

"But mama, she ripped my bookmark because I get extra work..."

"I know, baby, but you can't just put your hands on someone, do you understand?" Heidi just nodded her head. "Your father will have a talk with you later, okay?"

"Okay," Heidi said.

Heidi put her bag in her bedroom and walked back downstairs and grabbed an apple as a snack. She sat on the couch to watch her afternoon cartoons but that was soon stopped by Y/n.

"Nah, nah, since you almost got into a fight, you will have to play outside with the neighborhood kids," Y/n said with her hands on her hips and Heidi groaned.

"But mama-"

"Don't 'but mama' me, go get your bike and go play outside with them, okay?" Heidi hated playing with the neighborhood kids, mainly because she thinks that since she's smart, she shouldn't play with children but kids who are around her sort of intelligence.

She grabbed her bike and sat on the seat in the driveway looking for the neighborhood kids, she saw them in the court going around in circles and playing tag with each other.

She rolled her eyes and went to the court and 'played' with the kids.

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Y/n could see Heidi play from the kitchen window. As Y/n was washing the dishes she got yet another phone call from the school.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Mrs.Meyer the principal from the high school, we have seen your child's Heidi King's test scores, and we would like to have her in the high school next year."

Y/n was stunned that her 1st grade child may go into high school with teenagers and young adults.

"I ummm~ I...that's insane..." Y/n stuttered.

"Yes, it is, and she will be the first child prodigy to come into high school, she will be a freshman when she comes into the high school."

Y/n could hear the smile on Mrs.Meyer's face.

"I would have to talk to my husband about it and call back on a decision."

"Yes, of course, our office hours are 7:00am to 4:00pm, just to let you know whenever you want to call."

"Of course, thank you."

They both hung up and Y/n rubbed her temple, that's crazy that the high school wants her to come and be part of the high school.

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Midnight

König came back in the house, taking his boots off at the door and removed his mask, he took a deep breath and removed all his gear at the door as well, leaving him in his black camo pants and black tight shirt, that hugged his muscles perfectly.

König opened the fridge and grabbed some leftovers from the night before, he was about to heat up the microwave and could see a plate sitting inside the microwave.

"We saved you some," Y/n's voice sounded horsed and tired. She rubbed her tired eyes and König turned to look at her and she was wearing one of his shirts that stopped at her mid-thigh and one side of the shirt just exposing her black panties.

He smirked at her and pulled her close to his chest and he kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, honig (honey)."

"Sure," she walked to the other side of the counter and sat on the stool and looked at him move the plate in front of her.

"Why are you up?" He asked.

"Heard you come home...the high school called me."

König looked confused. "Why?"

"They saw her test scores and they want her to come into the high school next year and be a freshman. I told them I'd talk to you about it before I call them back with an answer."

"I think that's amazing...but I'm worried she may get picked on there then in high school."

"No, people will respect her in some sort of way. She's the smartest kid, we know, and the high school want her," Y/n said as König smiled and ate his food.

Y/n and König headed upstairs to their bedroom; Y/n fell on her side going back to sleep as König was getting some comfy clothes on. He walked out his bedroom a little bit and headed down the hall to his daughter's bedroom.

She was still up; she had a flashlight on one of her chapter books, she immediately hid the book and turned off the flashlight, but she knows she can't act dumb, her daddy knows better.

"Kleines Mädchen (baby girl) come now, you have to go to bed, Es ist Mitternacht (it's midnight)."

"Ich bin nicht müde, Papa (I'm not tired, daddy)."

"I don't care if you are or not, Du brauchst deinen Schlaf (you need your sleep)."

"Fein (fine)," Heidi groans. She put her flashlight and book away in her nightstand drawer. König sat on the edge of her bed and kissed her forehead.

"Gute Nacht, Baby (good night, baby)." He said as he walked out of her bedroom and headed back to his bedroom.

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König had gotten up ready for work. Y/n walked into the bathroom with König. He smirked seeing her, his hands went to her waist pulling her into a good morning kiss.

"Guten Morgen mein Liebling (good morning, my love)," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Morning, König," she said.

"Oh, you were asleep, but I went into Heidi's room, and she was still awake."

"Oh, that girl, she better get up and ready for school soon. I'll also call the high school to let them know that we've made up our mind and will let Heidi go to high school, but we need to let Heidi know."

"Oh yeah, I know," he kissed her lips again. "I'll have to get going soon," he said.

"Okay, have fun."

"You know I won't," he said, smacking her butt before leaving the bedroom.

"Give your kisses to Heidi," Y/n said.

"I know, I will."

Heidi was already up and getting ready for school. König opened her door slowly and saw her up and putting her work folder back in her backpack.

"Heidi."

"Good morning, papa," she said. König picked his daughter up and kissed her temple.

"I have to go to work, I'll be home later," he told her and placed her back on the ground.

"We also have something to tell you, Heidi," Y/n said, stepping into her daughter's bedroom and trapped König inside with her, so he couldn't just dart off just yet.

"Oh yeah," he said, turning to his daughter.

"What?" She asked.

"Next year for school...the high school called me yesterday and would like you to go and be a freshman..." Y/n said.

Heidi's eyes lit up with excitement that she could be in high school, she's excited that she gets to leave the elementary school behind and start high school.

"YES REALLY!!?"

"Yes, baby," Y/n said, kissing her daughter's cheek.

𖤐AN: Hi, I may do a part two with this fic to show what Heidi may through when she starts High school and is in a new environment and how things may go with her and the new faces in the school

[mostly-marvel-musings]

this is kinda giving me subby boyfriend young!tony vibes ngl: "the lips are hot, soft, settling, nibbling and gasping, pulling onto each other for more and when you stop, they have their eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled, and they look like the prettiest mess ever" he'd look so pretty all messy and fucked out really

Pretty mess

Pairing: Young! Tony x Reader

Warnings: 18+ strictly, smut.

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What started off as an innocent peck for goodbye had quickly escalation to a full blown make out session with your new boyfriend, Tony Stark.

You snuck into his dorm at midnight under ‘extra support with your studies’ and stayed up chatting for hours before kissing the man good night. Of course, it didn’t end there.

Hair a hot mess, clothes half undone and sufficiently wrinkled, your lips felt swollen with Tony’s passionate kisses as the man swiftly slipped his tongue inside. Moaning against his mouth, you felt heady with his taste of berries and coffee, his soft, full lips almost begging to be sucked on.

Carding your fingers through his floppy, brown hair, you gently tugged on the ends as you flipped him over to be on top, smirking as the tent in his pants met your groin with wanton need.

Tony nibbled at your bottom lip greedily, his heart beating wildly against your palm as your hands slid lower, exploring his body; meanwhile Tony’s agile fingers undid your bra before slipping them inside your top.

“I have to leave at some point.” You breathed against his lips, doing absolutely nothing to actually act upon your words.

“Mm. Bet I can convince you to stay.” Tony smirked, slanting his lips against yours with such fire, he sat up with you in his lap, kneading your butt cheeks so you felt his growing erection against your clothed pussy.m, eliciting a muffled moan.

“Tony..” you warned.

“Yes baby?”

The only man capable of turning your insides to jelly, you could swear. You had to take a moment to breath, so you did, touching foreheads and opening your eyes to gaze at the man.

Hair all in disarray, his big brown eyes remained closed as he calmed his own erratic breath, looking like the most perfect mess complete with a slightly flushed warm skin.

The man looked irrestibly beautiful.

“I’ll see you, Tony.” You whispered, kissing his forehead and peeling his arms rather reluctantly from around your waist.

“Night.”

You chuckled at his pouty goodbye, kissing it away before getting up and closing the door behind you before your silly, in-love heart won over your rational mind.

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But of course the moment you left for your dorm, you felt terrible for leaving Tony. Halfway down the hall, you turned to go back.

You had to.

A part of you left because of your snoopy roommate however, there was another little part of you that worried if things were going too fast. You trusted Tony, completely, however, sometimes in the battle between your heart and mind, your protective conscience made you cautious.

Surprisingly, the door was still unlocked as you twisted it open. The sight before you stopped you in your tracks.

Tony Stark on his bed that you two just made out on, on his back with his pants pulled down, hands fisting his cock while his hips lift off the bed slightly, his eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

The sight alone made your defences vanish, your pussy clench around nothing and your panties dampen. It was too hot to process rationally.

Soft whines left his lips before you heard the faintest whisper of your name. And that was it.

“Mind if I finish you off, Mr. Stark?” You whispered quietly, not to startle him as the door closed with a soft click.

Tony’s big brown orbs were now darkened with lust, his hand leaving his cock for you to take over.

Pre-cum already leaking from the tip of his perfect length as you took him in your mouth, knowing he wasn’t too far off when you walked in.

Fuelled by the sexiest grunts that left Tony’s chest, you swallowed around him before taking him further down your mouth, your tongue swirling around the slit occasionally, bringing him closer and closer to climax.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m close..” He murmured, one of his hands fisting through your hair, encouraging your ministrations.

You hummed around his cock, the vibrations making him twitch involuntarily before Tony came with a final grunt, hips faltering and his body going slack against the bed.

While the aftershocks still went on, you kissed your way back up his body with a shy smile which he mirrored when you finally kissed him on the lips. You didn’t think making someone come would bring so much pleasure. In fact, you were hornier than before you’d left.

Almost sensing this, Tony’s hand snaked between your bodies to cup your sex, that signature smirk returning when he found how wet you were for him.

“Need me to take care of you, love?”

Needless to say, you weren’t leaving his dorm any time soon.

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This was supposed to be a drabble. Oops. 🫠

[deputy-sennaviste]

Not Enough Beads

@asperaunum for you because you gave me the silly idea 🩷

Joseph is calm, but you can see the vein ticking in his temple. His fingers lightly dig through the bin, searching for just a few more of the pretty butter yellow beads that would complete the rosary he was working on. You look over from your own string and you know he won't find what he's looking for. He won't show the anger so he gets up and leaves the table with a long sigh.

John is pissed. His new coat, beaded in a traditional pattern, had lost a few during a heated sermon and he needed to replace them. Much to the man's dismay, he could not find enough beads of the correct color (midnight ocean) to finish the task. He was storming around the complex, looking for the packet of extras he INSISTED he had ordered already. You sat, sipping your drink as you watched him. You knew better than to suggest he should just wait to wear the coat again.

Jacob isn't sure why it matters so much but he plays along. His eyes glance back and forth between the work you are doing on his bracelet and the bin of beads you are working with. Back and forth, back and forth. His gaze settles on the tub again and his speaks, gravelly, just enough words to tell you that there aren't enough beads to finish the task. You shush him, sure you have enough, and he quiets. A few minutes later, you are looking for just five more beads and Jacob speaks again. "There aren't enough, lamb." You roll your eyes, hating that he is right, and you slump in defeat.

Faith is making an absolutely gorgeous shawl for your birthday. It's gorgeous. The edges are lined in pretty pastel beads that look like shells and she spends hours getting the pattern right. You find her sitting by lamplight in the late evening, her face in her hands. You come over, asking what's wrong, and she clutches the gift to her chest. "There isn't enough." She says in a watery whisper. You frown and ask for clarification. Faith points at the beautifully organized bin of beads and she sniffles. "I can't finish your gift because I ran out of cornflower blue beads."

[kitakami-kid]

GWOHHH I GOT CAUGHT UP ON SCHOOL STUFF SO I FORGOT ABOUT THE APPLIN THING LOL- so here it is... almost 3 hours late, sorry!

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who joined again! It really makes me happy that anyone participated at all. I loved all of the submissions, but this is a contest so they will be ranked.

3rd place

@basilcatchup 🎉🎉🎉

I've said it before, but the composition of this piece is very good! They're all arranged nicely and all the applins seem to have their own personality. (I especially love the hydrapple to the right. He's getting silly and he doesn't even have a license!) The little speckles and textures are also a nice touch! Overall, pretty great!

2nd place

@symphonypikachu 🎉🎉🎉

This piece is so pretty! The characters are well proportioned and posed, the shading is great, and I love the texture! Adding a background definitely gives you extra points, and you did a really good job! Especially the sky, the different layers of blue and white are subtle, but beautiful!

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Before I get to the first winners, we should also recognize the other entries for this contest!

@a-plethora-of-midnight-roses 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, I'd like to say that hydrapple looks sick as fuck with those choice specs. He looks like he's about to shoot a 252spatk all-out fickle beam with helping hand against a 0spdef/0hp level 1 noibat, guaranteed OHKO. Adding a Hydreigon to the fray is super cute since they're both little dragons who grow up to be hydras. Very silly :3

@thesillyexpresser (idk why but tumblr isn't letting me tag you so I hope you still see this lol) 🎉🎉🎉

@glitchpunkz 🎉🎉🎉

Again with the adorable art! I really love the implication that Kieran might've doodled the porygon-z on the league club white board, so this just takes it a step further. The facial expression, the shadows, and the other little things on the whiteboard make this very fun to look at!

So without further ado...

1st place

OHHHH.... I ADORE this fic! Watching those two idiots give each other signs and completely missing it despite doing the same things is very in-character. This fic is so darn cute, I think it would even overwhelm Lacey. I enjoyed this piece in its entirety, and you all should go read it!

CONCLUSION

It's been fun to look at all this art, and I hope you three winners enjoy your shiny applins! Let me know if I should do more shiny giveaways, and if it should be a contest or a raffle. Winners dm me so we can work out when these trades will happen. This concludes the shiny applin contest!

[asterrrific]

The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

-Woozi x Y/N

-fluff, angst if you look for it

-i think i made this one long, but I loved the thinking process I put into this.

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It was an hour before midnight when y/n decides to go to the lagoon. It was very out of the blue, especially for someone like y/n who believes in the power and magic of having planner journals and an organized life in general.

But things had been pilling heavily on her shoulders lately. Academics, org work, her assistantship to their department, and other personal matters that's been bothering her for ages. So maybe, her conscience had enough and forced her to break habit and get a breather...

...by the sea. Before midnight.

The sky was clear, and a few stars are sprinkled on it. The beach, clean from light pollution since there are no cottages or businesses there, is illuminated by the light of the full moon.

"Peace... I hope." Y/n mutters, as she gets out of her car, hugging her cardigan to herself as the evening breeze greeted her. The crisp, October scent of the sea hugging her.

She believes she's alone in the area tonight, except for maybe a few university kids not too close but not too far from where she's walking towards, are having a bonfire. There are tents surrounding the DIY pit, and the music reached from there to where she stood.

By the light of the moon, she sets up her inflatable pool on the sand. She then throws in her favorite knitted blanket, some throw pillows, her small speaker, and her snacks.

Stepping away to admire her handiwork, y/n smiles to herself as she snaps a photo that will probably never make it to her private instagram dump that only a few close friends are aware of. Maybe because she's feeling extra emotional tonight, and she didn't really feel like sharing that info to her small followers.

But y/n doesn't go inside her little fort. She stands there, staring at it, then kicks her sandals aside, only to head towards to where the waters softly lapped at the tiny rocks on the lagoon.

Shivering slightly, she lets her feet meet with the cold water, and she lets out an exhale.

Slowly, she looks up at the sky, towards the moon, and the longer she stood there in awe, the more her tears threatened to spill.

"How could you be so beautiful, even in your different phases?" she whispers to the moon, wishing it could hear her and reply.

"How come you're always admired, doesn't matter if you're full or not?"

She blinks, and she feels a stray tear trickle down her cheek, and that alone was enough to make her look away.

As she brings her head back down, her tears spilled too. And she furiously wiped at her face with the sleeves of her cardigan.

"I wish people would look at me the way they look at you too." she whisper shouts to herself and the moon.

"They'd even go as far as too wait until the clouds part, just to get a glimpse of you." she furiously adds.

She walks away from the waters, and flops on the sand. She takes one quick look back at her fort, then lies back down, tears still streaming down her face, and hiccups building from her throat.

She sobs in silence, the gentle waves drowning any of her noise, as she continues to jealously look at the moon.

Until she suddenly feels angry.

"You know what. I actally hate you. Little miss have-it-all." she picks a fight with the moon. Childish and silly, she's aware. But she does ít nonetheless.

"Who do we hate tonight?" a voice suddenly comes to being, making y/n sit bolt upright.

"Who- Woozi?" y/n asks, in what she hopes is a defense position incase the familiar voice did not belong to the Woozi she knows.

"Calm down, yes, it's me." Woozi confirms as he comes closer, plopping on the sand beside y/n.

As Woozi lies on the sand, y/n lets out a frustrated breath as she glares at the man beside her, looking back at her with a stupid grin on his face.

"Did I scare you?" he asks, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, and apart from that, you ruined my good cry." she replies sulkily as she lies down on the sand too.

There was a few beats of silence before Woozi asks again.

"I thought you wouldn't make it to the bonfire. But why are you so far from the rest of us?"

"Okay, first off, what do you mean bonfire? I wasn't informed." y/n replies, finally realizing that the guys at the bonfire are actually her classmates. Screw her episode tonight for making her mute her phone notifications that she missed on a class gathering.

"Well, now you now." Woozi shrugs, earning himself another side eye from y/n.

"I don't feel like socializing anyway. So it doesn't really matter." Y/n sighs, drawing Woozi's attention.

This time, Woozi turns to his side, anchoring himself as he leans on his elbow in the sand.

"Why ARE you here crying by the way?" He finally asks. Y/n saw it coming, but she wished he would never ask.

Screw the moon.

Suddenly, she's mad again. Like a child, she blames the moon in her head. "Did you tell Woozi about my rants? How dare you!"

"I... I'm just overwhelmed." she says quietly. Her whispers swallowed by the sea.

"Happens to all of us, love." Woozi says, emotionless as he often sounds like, though y/n knows he's sincerely trying his best to come up with something to comfort her.

See the thing is, Woozi and Y/N have been best friends since the dawn of time.. well, at least for both of them. That's why they're that comfortable with each other, going as far as calling themselves names whenever needed or when they feel like it.

Their parents were best friends in high school, which was how they knew each other, and they lived in the same subdivision until they moved out for college. Even then, they moved together in the same apartment complex and enrolled in the same university, 4 hours away from home. The only difference is that though they're in the same department, they took different programs.

Despite y/n's belief, Woozi DOES know her like the back of his hand. He knows when her anxiety kicks in. He knows when she needs ice cream and when she needs coffee. He knows when she needs to hear him say "it's okay," and knows when she needs a hug instead.

Y/n on the other hand, is the same for Woozi. She knows when he wants company and when he wants to be alone. She knows when he needs beer and deep talks and when he needs chips and a movie. She knows when to keep her distance, and when he wants to have hugs.

What she doesn't know, is that because she knows Woozi so well, the guy actually fell for her, his best friend.

That's why when Woozi saw the familiar black Chevy roll into the beach parking, he knew y/n needed someone to talk to... only it's one of those times she feels like she's a burden, so she doesn't really hit Woozi or any of their friends up for a talk. And so despite the bonfire swinging in full, Woozi exits as quietly as he can, and walks towards y/n and her small fort.

"How come you're always so calm and collected, Uji?" Y/n asks after a few beats, stretching like a cat on her back then rolling to her side to face Woozi.

"I'm not. You know well enough there are times when I want to let go and let loose, right?"

Y/N nods.

“There. That's my secret." he deadpans.

Y/n rolls her eyes at him as she gets up and dusts herself off as she makes her way to her fort. Woozi following close by.

"It is!" he laughs, catching up to her.

"Shut up." she says, trying not to laugh.

Y/n and Woozi take one last dust-off then settle into the fort, snuggling together like they would usually do as kids and even till now that they're grown, especially during movie nights with emotional films.

"What I meant, y/n, is that... I think, in order to be whole, you have to lose some parts of yourself too. Do you get what I mean?" he asks, as he grabs her hand, letting his thumb draw lazy circles at the the back of it.

"Uh-huh. Kinda." y/n whispers back, wanting to bask in Woozi's warmth that's never failed in making her calm down.

Woozi let's out a sigh, to which y/n looks up at him.

"Okay. How about this. Think of a tree. A tree has to let go of some leaves in order for it to grow new ones so it could still be a tree." Woozi explains, as his eyes train on y/n's.

Y/n blinks twice, letting the example sink in, and she finally understands.

"OH!" she exclaims, unconsciously squeezing Woozi's hand in the process. "I get it now. Okay."

Woozi laughs softly as he brings y/n's head close to his chest. Y/n follows and she snuggles further into Woozi's warmth.

"You know... same goes for the moon. It has to look incomplete to us at some point, then go back to its full form, for it to be considered OUR moon. Because if it stayed full forever, then our world might have a major problem." Woozi teases, but y/n still sees the sense in it.

"I know, I get it now. Stop rubbing more examples to my face." y/n snaps, rolling her eyes playfully at her best friend to which he just laughs.

Seeing Woozi laugh, or even making him laugh like tonight, was no easy task. Rarely does y/n see and hear Woozi's laugh like that, because the guy always just snickers or in most days, just smiles and keeps the rest of his emotions and expressions to himself.

So y/n laughs along, infected by the energy that Woozi gave.

After a few moments, they stay silent. The comfortable one. And they found themselves looking at the moon together.

"The moon looks beautiful, doesn't it?" Woozi suddenly says, rubbing small circles on y/n's shoulder, where his arm was draped, keeping her close to him.

Now y/n is no stranger to romance. The reason why she took literature as her program was because she loves the hidden meanings in words ever since she started reading at the young age of 9.

She also knew damn well that Woozi, despite being so silent and cold looking to the rest of the world most of the time, is a hopeless romantic who also knew about the language of literature... and that what he just said, actually means "I love you.".

But y/n, clueless y/n, just took the words literally. She let her emotions show it at least. Because deep inside, she wished it did mean what she hoped it would.

The words "I love you."

She liked Woozi. She loved him dearly. But she's so scared. She didn't want to risk their long term friendship incase something goes wrong if they ever attempt to dip their feet into romantic relationships together.

Plus, incase the sentence did mean what she hoped it would, then damn, that's sudden.

"Y/n, are you listening?" Woozi suddenly pulls her out from her thoughts. His voice a whisper that only the both of them could hear.

"Hmm? You said the-"

"The moon looks beautiful, y/n." He repeats.

And y/n sees it. The glimmer in his eyes. Something is there, and she is filled both with a sudden surge of hope, longing... and fear.

Y/n plays it dumb as she looks swims back up from the addictive abyss of Woozi's eyes and turns her gaze to the moon.

"Yeah. Yeah it does." she replies, hoping she could just say "I love you too" instead, if ever Woozi meant his earlier statement that way.

But then the unexpected happens for y/n, the second Woozi opens his mouth to say another sentiment.

"The moon looked very beautiful to me every night, in any phase, ever since we moved into the same complex." He started. And y/n knew where it was headed.

Her heart hammered on her chest, and it took all of her braincells to make her heart calm the fuck down.

"And when clouds are blocking it, or when it doesn't appear at all... well, at least there's you." He adds rather softly, like it's a secret he only wants to share with her and not to passerbys who could hear.

Y/n's breath hitched, and Woozi's eyes widened at the realization of why Y/n reacted that way.

"I... Woozi, I-"

"You don't have to say anything, you know. I know the risks. But I'll dive in head first and take it anyway." he chuckles, looking away.

Y/n stares at her best friend for a full minute, and when she found her voice, she says:

"I like you too, you know."

Woozi's head whips back to look at y/n, his hair tickling her cheeks in the process. She smiles as she looks at his bewildered expression, as if he didn't see this one coming.

Y/n was rather calm as she faced the confession, knowing that she herself was scared shitless at first, and even back then when she first realized that she had feelings for her best friend. All these was very unexpected after all.

"Are you for real right now?" Woozi asks, suddenly out of character, shocking even himself.

Y/n just smiles as she brushes off the hair that covered his eyes. "Yes," she then whispers.

Woozi wanted to shout, to scream, to jump around like a kid that got a bag full of candy in halloween, but instead, he tears up.

"Oh no, why are you crying?" Y/n asks, in between suppressed laughter as she gently wiped at Woozi's tears.

"I just... I thought..." he rambles, trying to collect himself.

"Hey, breathe, it's just me here. Go on," y/n encourages, though she herself is as nervous as he is right now.

"I just thought maybe I'll never get the chance to be with you as more than just friends who knew each other since birth. I thought I was a loser for life as long as I had these feelings for you because I thought you'd never like me the same way I like you." He suddenly gushes, no longer able to control himself.

Y/n smiles with adoration as she continued to caress Woozi's cheeks, catching the falling tears from his eyes with the pad of her thumb.

All of her earlier worries are gone now. Probably thrown to the depths of the sea in front of them.

"Dummy. I was scared of the same thing. I thought you would be so distant from me... nothing more, just friends. I know the risks too, and I'm scared of crossing the line. But Woozi, here we are. YOU crossed that line." she slowly says, still careful of her words.

Woozi looks at her, his eyes prodding her for more, until she says,

"I'm meeting you halfway, Uji. Don't you worry." and she gives him a smile that sets fireworks in his chest and he swore he could see stars falling even if there weren't much of them in the sky tonight because of the bright full moon.

Woozi was dumbstruck and lovestruck at the same time, that he couldn't stop himself from swooping in to kiss y/n swiftly on the nose.

She gasps, and covers her face as soon as Woozi pulls away, and the other finds it so endearing that he bursts in a fit of giggles as he gently pried her hands off her face, which was, blushing rather aggressively.

"Please don't do that again," she whispers in tiny, still blushing, but her lips tugging upwards in the corner says otherwise.

Woozi didn't listen, because he swooped in again to kiss her on the forehead this time.

And y/n gasps and squeals and jolts, but she immediately calms down and melts and sighs right after.

And it was perfect.

Woozi's eyes were closed as he pulled away, and y/n looks at him, smiling.

Minutes ago, she was expecting this night to be filled with rants and drama and getting things off her chest and her best friend comforting her and probably dragging her to the bonfire.

But this one works even better.

"I take it back. Keep doing it." Y/n says, unable to stop herself. The other just grins and sighs as he pulls her closer to him again.

"Alright, whatever you want." He says, this time, dropping another kiss to her head.

She smiles.

There was silence once more, but this time, it was heavy with anticipation of what's going to come next for the both of them.

They both did not see this coming, because they were blinded by their fears and what-ifs. But now that everything's out there, with the waves and the moon as their witnesses, then they could feel themselves let loose again.

"Y/n, you have absolutely NO idea how much I wanted to kiss you like that in so long." Woozi breaks the silence first. Y/n giggles.

"I swear." He furthers presses, laughing at himself for suddenly being so talkative and defensive. But he didn't care.

"It's okay, Uji. You can do it as much as you want now, I guess." y/n consoles him.

"But are you truly in this? Do you really want this as much as I do? I gotta know... I don't wanna overstep.."

Y/n gathers all her courage and prays to every existing higher being out there as she looked up at Woozi.

She presses a small kiss on his cheeks to answer him "Yes."

"I will wait for you, y/n. Take your time, yeah? I'll be here like I've always been." Woozi smiles as she pulls away.

"Don't wait for too long though. You know I'm in this too like you are." she grins, and it melts Woozi to his core so he pulls her even closer if that's even possible and he nuzzles his face on to her hair.

They bask in the moment and even exhale in unison, which makes them laugh again.

Woozi forgets about the bonfire, and y/n already forgot about her earlier reasons on why she came to the beach in the first place.

And they both just drift into comfortable silence in the company of each other's heart under the light of the full moon above.

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Hi hello~ I'm back💃🏻

This took me three days to write because I wanted it to be perfect the way I envisioned it. It started when we went to the beach last week and we watched the full moon rise as the sun had set.

I've put a lot of emotions and attention to details here, and I loved every step of the process I took to finish this. So I hope you love it as much as I did and as much as the other fics y'all have loved as well.

As always, please like and reblog if you love it so other people could find my works as well🥹🙏🏻 hehe

Thanks loads, love y'all loads🫂🤍

[buffyromanoff]

‘Tis the damn season for Wanda Maximoff please!!

“So we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend, 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm stayin' at my parents' house, and the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you in my hometown.”

Hometown

AU where Westview is just a normal town and Wanda is just a normal (but very special) gal.

Wordcount: 905

Warnings: it gets a little spicy but i wouldnt say its smut

The semester had finally ended, and you couldn't remember a time when you needed a break more than now. Thanks to the Stark scholarship, graduation was within reach, but it hadn't been an easy journey.

After a tiring five-hour drive, you arrived at your parents' house in Westview. Too exhausted to unpack, you went straight to bed, even though it was only 4 pm.

As expected, you woke up in the middle of the night to find everyone asleep. Without disturbing anyone, you quietly took your keys and decided to go for a peaceful walk around your old neighborhood.

While strolling through the streets, memories flooded your mind at every spot. The park where you broke your leg playing soccer when you were twelve, the house that always had the best Halloween decorations… and suddenly, you found yourself standing in front of Wanda's house.

Mixed emotions filled your heart as you hesitated at her doorstep. It had been so long since you last saw or spoke to Wanda, but the desire to see her face overwhelmed you. So without giving it much of a thought, you knocked on the door.

"What the heck am I doing? It's midnight," you muttered to yourself, ready to walk away.

"Y/n? Is that you?" It was Wanda's voice. You turned around and headed back towards her.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I didn't realize how late it was," you apologized.

"You didn't, actually. I couldn't sleep, so I came down to watch TV, and then I heard the knock... I didn't know you were back," Wanda said, looking as beautiful as ever. Even with dark circles under her eyes and a tired appearance, she captivated you.

"That makes two of us." you said with a small smile. ‘I'm staying at my parent’s house for the long weekend’’.

‘‘You haven't called me since you left’’. Wanda said with an accusing tone. "Neither did you’’.

Your comeback made her laugh. You missed that sound so much and that sight…she had the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

‘‘Do you wanna come in? I was about to prepare some tea if you want some’’. You accepted the invitation and walked inside her home, following her back to her kitchen.

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You both sat on her couch and drank your tea in front of her fireplace and after a long chat of you just telling her about uni, Wanda went straight to her point.

‘‘y/n just do it’’. Her demand took you by surprise. ‘‘Do what?’’ you replied.

She bit her lower lip and giggled softly. ‘’Sometimes you’re so silly y/n’’. 

And before you knew it, Wanda was straddling your lap pressing her lips on top of yours.

You kissed her back of course, running your hands all over her body, pressing her soft hips closer to you. 

She broke the kiss to take off her shirt revealing her breasts. You laid her down on the couch and took her pants off. Her cheeks were scarlet red and her body was breathtaking. Wanda was a goddess. 

‘your turn’’ She ordered you to undress and you did as she said.

‘I missed you Wanda’’ your lips were now tracing every inch of her body, paying extra attention to her chest area. You couldn't believe how long it's been since you could worship her body like this so you were determined to make up for the lost time.

‘y/n please, I need you’’ She whined. You wanted to please her so bad.

‘Is that so baby?’’ you started leaving a trace of kisses all across her abdomen till you reached her lower tummy, and with your face between her thighs, you started to pleasure her the best way you knew how.

Her moans filled with immense satisfaction were music to your ears and after a few minutes, she finally climaxed.

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You opened your eyes to the sound of birds chirping outside and Wanda’s fingers running through your hair gently. ‘Morning’’ she greeted you.

Lifting your head from her chest , you smiled, planting a quick kiss on her lips. ‘slept good?’’ you mumbled groggily, but she found your sleepy voice endearing. "Considering I slept on a couch with another person on top of me, I slept wonderfully," she remarked, wiggling her way out from underneath you. ‘I’ll go make some breakfast’’.

 As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you had to be back at home with your parents. After all, that was the reason you were back in Westview….or so you thought.

‘I’d love that but…. I have to go Wands’’. Her face was now filled with disappointment. ‘’Babe’’ you said but she cut you off. ‘‘Just go y/n’’.She was clearly upset. "Wanda, you didn't let me finish." You said determined to clarify your intentions, making her eyes widened with curiosity.

 "I was going to ask if you wanted to come home with me and have breakfast with my parents… I'm tired of this back-and-forth game we always play. I want us to be more than that"

Wanda's expression instantly transformed into one of pure happiness as she bounced back onto the couch, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. Her laughter was starting to give away her answer. "So, I assume that's a yes?" Her radiant smile confirmed your assumption. "It is, in fact." You kissed her lips again. ‘‘Let's get dressed then’’.

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Thank you sm for reading! If you liked it please reblog uwu

[peachjagiya]

honestly my tkk roman empire is the matching sweethearts tshirts. like that shit rlly solidified it for me and idk why ppl don’t seem to think it’s THAT big of a deal. like to me thats one of the few occurrences where it’s essentially undeniable. for someone to say that it’s a coincidence is absolutely ridiculous bc conveniently the exact same shirt on the same day AND it’s not just any shirt it’s literally a “sweethearts” shirt worn while they’re apart but at the same time. AND jk wore it w his celine lock necklace. like rlly ??? every time i doubt tkk and have one of my many “but what if they’re not” moments i think about those blatantly matching sweethearts tshirts and im like nahhhh that’s not a coincidence and friends DONT do that shit

Right?!

I went to try find my timezone theory but Tumblr isn't showing me my post.

So Jungkook's call time on his call sheet was 6:30am on 18th June for make up, hair and dressing.

Filming didn't begin until 8am.

With a 16 hour time difference, that makes it 10:30pm to about midnight in Seoul, long after Tae had left the house in his kappa tee. So this definitely isn't JK just showing him what the stylist picked out for him, and Tae making a funny decision to wear the same, because there was no time for that.

Potential explanation: JK was in LA a few days prior to filming that scene. Could have been fittings that he sent pictures of, and Tae was like oh that's weird, I have that t-shirt! Wouldn't it be funny... But that's still planned intent.

My thinking is that they either spoke earlier in Tae's Sunday (on the Saturday in LA) and hatched the plan. Or even before JK flew. It's not unusual for the talent to bring pieces they want to include in their outfits. Even the Celine padlock adds an extra layer of interest for me. Sweetheart, locks are a symbol of love, JK was due to go to the concert with Tae... It's all quite interesting.

But the timezone thing rules out a spur of the moment silly idea. It all feels planned and intentional. They both have ten years Army experience - they know we don't miss a thing. They must have known the connection would be made.

[pillowwillow007]

Watch out for pixels!

Nya~!

Hallo. Here are three projects I completed in quick succession following my discovery of, and subsequent obsession with, Aseprite!

The first two pieces were completed through 07/02/2024 to 08/02/2024, while the silly skeleton wizard animation took until 10/02/2024

I thoroughly enjoyed my time working on all of these pieces. The first one (32x32 pixels) took me two hours, while the second took me about five hours (64x64 pixels). The animation took a full day.

When it comes to the Calico Kirby, my girlfriend was my primary source of criticism and we both had fun working on it.

I wasn't done that day, though, and come midnight, I'd open the app again and make a new piece (with an audiobook to keep me company), that'd keep me awake till 4:30 AM, not that I was complaining at all.

Hyperfixations are a powerful drug, but untreated ADHD in general is truly torturous. That being said, I've my first psychiatry appointment tomorrow. The future looks ever so slightly brighter!

I was surprised how simple and fun Asperite made animating. The art itself might take a while, but I could see my progress and appreciate the extra effort I put into the piece. It's one of my proudest works, at the moment.

I hope you enjoy my silly art.

Sincerely,

PillowWillow

PS: I hope to upload new pieces of art at least twice a month on top of working on independently improving it for y'all. I am currently working on a very silly and gay comic, my first serious attempt. I also want to make a pixelated gif of a sketch my girlfriend found here on Tumblr.

[colorfuldreamsmkg]

Hello Dystopia - Prologue END/Chapter 1 START

Six hours came and passed, until the digital clocks showed a time of 11:44 PM, going by the fact that it was dark out the windows now. You were still here, and the date was close to changing over. Surely, if this was a prank, it would be revealed soon, wouldn’t it be? This line of thought was interrupted by a text message that was sent to your phones.

🎵 Hi again! It’s me, Miku! I have an announcement for everyone, so could you come meet me in the cafeteria in the next 15 minutes? It’s really important in regards to getting everyone back home, so be quick, thanks!

Waking up those who had fallen asleep already, a brief but loud beep played over the PA system, and over people’s phones or other devices for those in their SEKAIs. With a wide variety of thoughts and opinions, people trudged into the cafeteria, willingly or not. This announcement had better be genuinely important, there were people waiting for you back home.

15 minutes after the initial text, on the dot, a hologram flickered out from the clock, standing at her usual, just shy of a foot-and-a-half tall height. She glanced around the room, first, making a silent mental roll call of everyone present. Once she felt satisfied in her count, she clasped her hands together and beamed.

“Wow! It seems that’s everyone, so thank you for coming. I’ll be explaining the next phase of the team-building exercises now! For one, there’s a bit more exploring to do after maybe you get some rest for the night, since I didn’t want to overwhelm you, but… There’s a much bigger reason you’re all here! The main goal of these exercises, hehe!”

Main goal? It was about time you were getting some proper answers. After all, with something as vague as just… ‘team-building,’ it was difficult to say when you’d get sent home, if… all of this wasn’t a joke. Not that many of you would be feeling particularly cooperative here.

A small murmur of questions spread among the twenty of you, but the original Miku before you smiled warmly.

“You see… The main reason I’ve brought you all here… is to murder each other!”

Your blood runs cold. Murder each other? You check the clock, watching it tick over to midnight. April 2nd. There’s no way you misheard this, right? Or maybe they were doing an extra long April Fool’s thing, right? Or lord, maybe you were dreaming or in an anime. Because nothing about being surrounded by 19 strangers and being told to kill by literally Hatsune Miku felt realistic. Some may have found the sheer absurdity of it all humorous.

But Miku, dear Miku, stares with an unblinking, almost terrifyingly positive smile, as if nothing were wrong at all. Through the protests and louder murmuring, she continued to smile, unanswering of any concerns bar a small giggle.

“Don’t worry, though! This isn’t anything like those battle royale games some of you enjoy so much. Think of it more like a democratic system of murder, trial, and punishment? Because whenever someone kills, it’ll be everyone else’s turn to investigate who committed the crime and point out the culprit. So! Don’t get too excited, it would be a little silly to kill someone and get caught by doing it in front of everyone.”

“It’s a little complicated to explain in one sitting, so I can give more details on things like investigations and trials when they come up and supply you with an updated rules list for now, ok? But I’ll mention that you can spend the next four days exploring and making friends before anything else will come up for you… Because knowing as much as you can about the people around you will help in the future, right? Learning to trust and gaining information about your companions means you’ll know what you need for finding the culprit in the future. And to get closer to figuring out your own feelings and dreams, of course!”

Out of nowhere, your phones collectively buzzed, indicating a new app downloading, as well as… indeed, an update to the rules app. Still, the ping of the notification sliced through the tension, causing more than one of you to startle, given the lack of warning.

“And as a little bonus, I’ll also be giving you access to group chats! These can be used to help make plans and share information with each other. You also can contact your own individual Mikus through them if you want to have conversations with them! It’ll be much easier than shouting out in an empty room and hallway to get attention, right? She won’t hear you. But I will.”

It felt a few degrees colder in the room than you remembered it being upon walking in before. What… What was going on, even? A short and sweet explanation was hardly going to satisfy the questions that the group was throwing around. Miku seemed hardly inclined to answer anything, as she continued to speak on topics as they seemed to pop into mind, words spilling from her mouth as easily as one would dream.

“Oh! Right! Before I go… As I’m sure you’ve all noticed by now, the lot of you all have one particular thing in common: Music! Performing, creating, appreciating… All sorts of unique ways. So wouldn’t it be fun to put on a battle of the bands, SEKAI vs. SEKAI? There’s five groups of four of you here, so why don’t you get together with your units and consider how you’d perform? It would be wonderful to see everyone getting along! Oh… to help, why don’t I give you a performance theme? I’ll take a day or two to think up a theme for your first ever contest here. So I’ll see you all again then! So long!” 

As quickly as she appeared, Miku flickered out of visibility, leaving nothing but the time on the clock in her place: 12:05 AM. Had it really not been that long? It felt like hours. You’ve been left with more questions than answers, and the newly impending threat of death hanging over your heads, no matter how cheerfully stated. 

…And no matter whether or not you believed this was a prank still or not… you were still trapped here, with no way home in sight. 

[whatyourusherthinks]

Lawrence of Arabia Review

I am old. Roan you aren't even 25 yet at time of writing. Good point Buggnutz let me revise that statement. I have an old soul. That is my take away from when I expressed interest in watching Lawrence of Arabia to my coworkers, they all universally asked, "That four-hour long movie? You sure?" Yes, I don't usually like long movies and staying after work to watch this meant I didn't get home until midnight, but I've never seen a proper old Hollywood epic before. One where they had to hire a thousand extras and get a ton of horses and all those thousand of extras had to actually fall off those ton of horse because special effects are all practical still. One where a good 20% of the runtime is just filming locations. A movie from when the Hayes code was still a thing so we have to just heavily imply that Lawrence is gay. (Even though he wasn't. Most compelling theory is that he was an asexual masochist. He just wasn't homophobic.)

What's the Movie About?

It's a biopic about T.E. Lawrence, an English soldier who embedded himself among several Bedouin tribes in modern day Saudi Arabia and radicalized them against the Turks in World War One.

What I Like.

Well as I implied from the opening, the movie is a spectacle. "They don't make them like they used to" yeah yeah yeah but it some sense it's true. Watching a thousand guys ride around on horses and pretend to be shot and ACTUALLY FALLING OFF A SPEEDING HORSE INTO A HERD OF OTHER CHARGING HORSES is impressive. Not to discredit stunt performers that we have nowadays (Praise the Fall Guy, praise be to Colt Severs), but it definitely isn't the same knowing that it is certainly easier now to cover up any gaffs and the wires. The story is pretty cool. It helps that I think that Lawrence of Arabia looks at the most interesting person to fight in WWI, and he's pretty cool in this movie. I like that he's both badass and pathetic, like he extinguishes matches with his fingers and can pick up survival skills like no one's business, but he's foppish and also likes prancing around in white and gold robes. I like that there is stretches where the movies is just landscape shots. That's something that I kinda wish movies did more often, taking time to build tension and show off pretty places is cool. I guess now that Google Earth and things like it exist, it's unnecessary, but I still thought it was cool. This movie is way funnier than I expected too. There's not only a lot of quick wit between characters, and some savage burns, but there's quite of a bit of silly slapstick too. It probably won't land for everyone, there were certainly times where I was the only one laughing. But I loved it.

What I Didn't Like.

This movie is sixty years old, so of course it's racist! To be fair, it is, uh..., nuanced for a movie from the 60s. I liked the Arab characters more than the English ones and I'm pretty sure that was on purpose. There's a range of motivations among all the characters, and they present both sides of the issue of Arabia's independence. But only one named character is played by a Middle Eastern actor! Alec Guinness plays the prince of Arabia, and while yes, his performance is awesome, IT'S STILL BROWN FACE. (There's a moment that I almost burst out laughing where Lawrence thinks he can pass as an Arab by using a dirty cloth on his face, but he gets caught and beaten by the Turks because they notice he has blue eyes. Like you were thiiiiiis close to a realization we're you Lawrence of Arabia?)

I have other issues. The set up of this movie is weird. First, it starts with 3 full minutes of a black screen with the score playing. They do the same thing after the intermission too. After the 3 minutes of black screen, they show Lawrence riding his motorcycle, crashing his motorcycle, and then he dies. I thought they were doing a thing like in Citizen Kane where the movie is people telling the titular character's story post-humorously, but they never cut back to modern day. Also, I don't get the ending. It might be because it was hard to hear what people were saying, but it just seems like Lawrence drives off and is sad, and I'm not 100% sure where he's going.

Final Summation.

I'm glad I saw Lawrence of Arabia. But I don't need to watch it again and probably won't ever again. I don't necessarily even think it's a movie that everyone needs to watch. I thought you liked this movie Roan. I do! I just think it's too clunky to give my full recommendation. Yes, it's mostly because of it's age and that's not it's fault, but Citizen Kane is older. And that film slaps.

[bfd614]

There was a knock on the door one night and “Lucy” my wife answered it. She was all dressed up, in this flowing maxi dress of bright pinks and yellows. The bright colors contrasted with her dark tanned skin. She had a date tonight with “Tom” a really nice guy she had met at the club a few weeks ago. They had been texting each other and had some lunch dates; but tonight was going to be an over night.

She opened the door and “Elizabeth” was standing there, Tom’s wife. They hugged and she came in. “What are you doing here?” I asked. We had met briefly but I didn’t know that Lucy and her were being friendly. I didn’t really know her well. She was an attractive woman, slightly older than us. She had short sandy brown hair and was rather petite and short. Especially standing next to my wife who was rather curvy and about my height.

Elizabeth was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a cream top. She had kicked her flip flops off at the door when she came in. She had a rather large bag over her shoulder that she set down with a small thud. She just smiled at me and said, “it’s date night silly” I was confused. I never went out on dates. Lucy had brought woman home with us and of course she did dates with other men like Tom. I didn’t do dates.

Lucy just kissed my cheek and whispered, “have fun and good luck. Tom told me she can be a real freak.” She giggled as she left the house. I stood there awkwardly before i had the thought of what to say, “I’ll go change quick and we can head out someplace. I’m sorry I don’t have anything planned I wasn’t aware that this was happening tonight.”

“That’s ok.” She said as she picked her bag up and pulled a bottle of wine out, “we can stay in and watch a movie and get to know each other a little bit.” I just nodded my head. I opened the wine and poured two glasses, I checked the fridge and didn’t see much so I just ordered some delivery from my phone and soon we had a movie on and sitting together.

“I’m really sorry again, I don’t really do the dating on our end.” I explained sheepishly. “Oh I don’t date much either. Every know and then. Tom is a wonderful husband and lover and I don’t feel the urge to participate the way he does.” I could understand that feeling perfectly. Lucy and I have a great marriage and we have a great sex life.

“I enjoy the joy Lucy has with the lifestyle. The occasional extra person makes things exciting but I’ve grown to appreciate the times between new partners better.” I explained to my dinner date. There seemed to be a level of understanding in her eyes that made me think I had struck a chord with what I had said. Very quickly after that we were cuddling each other and enjoying the time.

Discussions about how we each got started in the lifestyle and about life in general lasted for hours. We had our dinner and played several movies but nothing we paid any attention too. Before I know it, it’s almost midnight. I checked my phone and saw the normal checkin texts I get on date night.

Elizabeth pulled her phone out and saw similar texts and just smiled at her phone and put it away. “ apparently our spouses are having a wonderful time. Tom sent me a video of the two of them. Would you like to see it?” I nodded my head and she pulled her phone back out and played the video.

The video showed Lucy in her dress on her knees blowing Tom and looking at the camera. Sounds of a man’s pleasure could be heard and she moved her lips farther down him and a small gag escaped her. She stood up and her dress dropped around her exposing her naked body. Sounds of kissing could be heard and my wife’s voice saying “your turn.”

The video shook for a second and finally stopped with Lucy lowering herself onto Tom’s face. She was holding the camera showing us the whole view of what was happening. Her eyelids fluttered as Tom started licking her and a wicked smile shown on her face when the video stopped.

“That looks absolutely lovely.” I said completely engorged by the video. Elizabeth smiled and clearly noticed my excitement as she ran a hand over my lap feeling me. I leaned over and kissed her and she kissed me back. She continued to rub me through my jeans and I scooped her up in my arms, a squeak of shock vibrated my lips as we still kissed. she only weighed 100 pounds. I started to cart her to my room when she paused and reached for her bag. I bent over and she grabbed it.

“I need to freshen up.” She breathed, her face flush. I set her down and she went into the bathroom. I thought to set the mood and hastily lit some candles and moved to clear the bed. Hearing the door open I turned around and saw her standing there completely naked. Her pale skin was smooth and once sharp figure was a little softer with age.

She moved with a feline grace that immediately hypnotized me. She stood on her tip toes and place her hands on my face. A gentle kiss of the lips, almost hesitant. “It’s been awhile since I was with someone other than Tom. He’s been dating and I normally just get a hotel when he has an over night.” Her tongue licked over her lips. Nervous energy replacing the confidence of earlier.

“Lucy encouraged me to come here tonight. She said you were a sweet man who would be gentle if I needed you to be gentle.” Another kiss, this one deeper, filled with longing and hunger, “I don’t want gentle.”

I picked her up from the floor and almost threw her onto the bed. She landed with a laugh and covered her face with her hands. I leaned over her kissing her breasts and body. I spread her legs and touched her feeling the heat off her body and her wetness. I got on my knees and started to taste her and tease her. She quickly had her first orgasm. Her body went rigid and she tried to pull away from my face but I kept with her.

Finally she relaxed and was breathing hard. She giggled at herself and propped herself on her elbows. “Why do you still have pants on?” She made the question seem like a demand and gave me the come hither motion with her finger. As I was fighting with a very stubborn belt, she laid back down and started to play with her self.

The view of her spreading everything for me to see drove me wild. Finally my pants hit the floor and I climbed up next to her on the bed. I reached for my bedside table and pulled a box of condoms out looking to put one on. She grabbed the box and flung it and its contents across the room.

“I’m allergic to latex and on birth control. You have nothing to worry about.” She said as she climbed onto of me. She grabbed me and stroked slowly. Running her hands across my tip. Finally she settled her hips and pushed down on me.

It felt amazing. We both groaned with need. Her hips moved back and forth slowly. My hands moved over her soft skin. Pinching her nipples I could feel her clench around me and soft purrs echoed in the room. The flickering candle light added to the intensity of the moment.

I pushed her back wards and little and she placed her hands on my knees for balance her head was thrown back and her body looked lean. I placed one hand on her pelvis and played with her clit while I pushed my hips into her.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum again.” She said as her tempo increased. As I felt her start I grabbed both hips and started to push as hard and fast as I could. Her eyes went wide as she tried to keep her balance from the sudden change of pace. Her screams just drove me to go harder. She fell forward onto my chest panting and twitching.

She pulled her hair out of her eyes and kissed me again. I could feel her heart beating through her chest. She gathered some composure and rolled off of me and spread out in the bed. Sweat was glistening on her body as she tried to cool off for a moment.

“Can you grab my bag for me? There’s something I need.” She asked between breaths. Bringing her the bag she sat up and started to rummage through. “How about some water?” I asked moving to the bathroom. “Wine would be better.” I heard her say. So I went out and got the wine.

She gulped the wine down. “Wine helps with the next part.” She said sheepishly. I looked confused as she handed be a bottle of lube. She was practically dripping already I’m not sure why we need lube.

She rolled over and stuck her bare ass in the air. “I want you to fuck my ass” she said playfully. “I’m sorry, you want what?” I clarified not believing my ears. “I want anal sex. I want you to put lube in me and on you and I want you to push your dick as deep as you can in my ass.”

I stood there a second trying to compute what she said. Lucy and I tried before but she never liked it and I wasn’t sure what I was doing. “I don’t want to hurt you. I am not sure what I should do in that position.” Nervous I sounded like a scared little boy.

“Well you could start with putting some lube on your hands and just fingering me. Then when I tell you to, you just push inside me slowly. Once I get warmed up and stretched, I want you to fuck me like you did just now.”

“Um, that was pretty intense. Won’t that be uncomfortable?” Concerned I could hurt her if I’m not careful. “Just listen to me and do what I say, I’ll be fine. Anal makes me cum very hard” she wiggled her butt impatiently.

I did as I was told and started with a finger. The taboo of what I was doing made the experience that much better. She responded to my touch with soft words of encouragement and gentle sounds of enjoyment. She would tell me to add more lube when she needed it. I played with her pussy and clit with my other hand and the sounds of enjoyment were more constant and deeper.

“Stop teasing me, I need you inside me.” She begged me. Excited, I moved behind her and grabbed myself as she pushed back on me. The resistance was intense and slightly uncomfortable. Then suddenly it was gone and a gasp came from Elizabeth. She stopped pushing back and took some deep breaths. “You ok?” Checking in.

She nodded her head and started moving back and forth slowly. The movements timed with her breathing. I could feel her relax and she pushed all the way back. “Oh my god oh my god” she repeated breathlessly.

Long slow strokes where I pushed all the way in. She gripped the pillow in her hand every time I bottomed out. A small squirt of lube applied made a world of difference. Then she started to say “faster” and I would speed up “harder” she would say and I would go harder.

“I’m going to cum soon.” She screamed. “Spank me. Spank me like a slut” I slapped her butt. “HARDER!” I hit her again this time leaving a mark on her. She arched her back in pleasure. I kept at it. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming” she yelled and i spanked her.

I was starting to feel the urge cum “you’re going to make me cum Elizabeth” I told her. She purred and started pushing back into me. Faster and faster she went. “Cum in your slut.” She whispered. I pushed as far inside her as I could and paused and spasmed as I came inside her.

We lay there panting for some time cooling off when she said she was taking a shower. I joined her as we kissed and cleaned each other up. I was spent. We went to bed and slept all night. Maybe we will have round two in the morning.