#okay normal tags done time for me to ramble

[acekindaneat]

he's not used to it yet.

colored version under cut !!

I didn't really like the colored version enough but u guys get to see it bc ily

[moinsbienquekaworu]

But what about... The OC......

[obnoxiousarcade]

UGH PEOPLE CAN BE SO STUPID SOME TIMES.

[weird-is-life]

Can I request a shy reader and Spencer's fic. When the reader works at a flower shop, Spencer comes in there looking for flowers. And the reader goes on a little rant about what he should buy and what each flower means.

Hii lovely, ty for the request! Hope this is okay🙈warnings: use of y/n, fluff, a few swear words, (0.9k)

Spencer needs to buy some flowers for Emily. It's her birthday and he's always brought her flower before, so even if he's already running late to her birthday dinner, he can't not go buy her some flowers.

He goes into the first flower shop, he spots on the way to Emily's apartment and that's where he finds you.

It's almost the closing time, so you are just sitting behind the counter, reading some book. Spencer immediately thinks he's in love.

He swears, you are the prettiest girl, he's ever seen and the fact, that you are too absorbed in your book to even notice him, makes you even more attractive to Spencer.

You finally notice him as he's a few steps away from the counter. You quickly slam the book shut and try not to look too caught off guard.

You weren't expecting anybody to come to the shop anymore and you definitely weren't expecting it to be a very handsome guy.

His messy, curly hair, expensive-looking black suit and the small stubble have you buckling at your knees. You are sure, that if you weren't sitting on the chair, you would be on the ground.

"H-hi," you somewhat compose yourself, "w-what can I help you with?"

He shoots you a smile and you're pretty sure that your cheeks go very red," Hi, I was wondering if I could get some flowers?"

"D-do you have any specific in mind?" you ask, barely holding an eye contact with him. You are shy and he isn't helping your situation at all.

"Ye-...No, I don't. Can you recommend me some?" Spencer literally knows the meaning of every flower you have in this shop, but something about you makes him shut his mouth, so he can stay here longer.

"I can, yes," you smile sheepishly at him, "who are they supposed to be for?"

"My friend, it's her birthday today," you would be lying, if you said that your heart didn't skip a beat at hearing that it's for his friend and not a girlfriend. You thought, that he was getting flowers for his girlfriend.

"W-well, I'd suggest, that you should definitely get some yellow flowers for her. Yellow color represents friendship, would that be okay?" you hesitantly ask. Spencer just nods encouragingly.

"Okay, so we could do some mixed bouquet. Yellow roses are definitely a yes, you can't go wrong with that, they are beautiful and smell amazing. We should also add sunflowers, they represent loyalty and adoration of the friendship. Oh and mums are grest, too. They can really make the bouquet come alive, they are like the spirit of optimism. We could also-," you ramble about each flower, that you put in the bouquet for him.

Spencer listens to your every word with a happy smile, you remind him of himself with your rambling and to be honest, he finds it adorable.

You are done too quickly tho and Spencer finds himself wanting to hear you speak again.

But his phone rings and he doesn't even need to pick up to know, that the team is wondering, where he is.

"Here, i-is this okay?" you hand the insanely pretty bouquet to him. Spencer's grin basically answers your question.

"Thank you, thank you. It couldn't be more perfect. You're a total lifesaver..." he looks at your name tag, "y/n. Thank you, y/n."

You are certain, that your cheeks couldn't be more red as they are right now. Spencer's compliment makes you blush like a fool.

"Oh. I'm..I'm glad, that you like it." You stutter out your response, looking at the ground. You carefully wrap the bouquet in the flower wrapping paper and tell him the price of it.

He pays it and before you can say no, he puts a bigger tip than it's normal into the tip jar.

Spencer then slowly leaves thanking you as he goes. And right before the door closes, it looks like Spencer wants to tell you something else, but in the last second he shakes his head and dissappears.

You wave him a shy goodbye, you are a little disappointed even if you don't really know why. Well okay, maybe you do know why. But you shouldn't have put your hopes up, thinking the handsome stranger felt the spark like you did. And that maybe, only maybe, he'd ask you out.

You sigh and sluggishly start to clean up the counter to finally close the shop and go home. The door bell rings again and your head immediately shoots up.

He runs up to the counter, a little out of breath, "shit, I'm sorry to bother you again. I don't usually do this, like ever, it's just....Would you like to go out with me sometimes? Like for a-a coffee? You can say no of course, hell, I'd totally understand if you said no." Spencer's now the one to rumble.

"I-I'd love to," you, surprising even yourself, reply immediately. Cheeks, of course, burning red.

"It's okay- Wait, really?" Spencer was totally expecting you to reject him.

"Yes, really....." you want to say his name.

"Spencer, my name is Spencer," he quickly understands.

"Spencer, " you try out his name," I'd love to Spencer, here." You bravely scramble your phone number on a piece of paper and give it to him.

Spencer takes it with a huge smile, "I'll call you, " he looks like he wants to stay longer, but looks at his watch and curses under his breath," I'm so late. I gotta go, but I'll call you, I promise."

"Bye, Spencer," you say sweetly and Spencer already knows he's fucked. Not even one date and he knows, he's down bad.

[xylo-art]

Regarding the tags left on my previous post ↓

YES this is something I really wanted to explore actually :3 so I hope you don't mind me rambling

Transcript and rambling beneath the cut

[Swap AU Hollow]

- closed off at the start, cares a lot, wants to know what happened post-abyss

- much more timid and wary

- over time gets braver

- fights until the other party is weakened, dislikes having to kill but will if they must

- extends to lesser bugs

- Not really resentful towards Ghost, more so sad and confused

- post-game/recovery period is similar to normal Ghost

[Normal Ghost]

- closed off at the start, almost apathetic but not quite?

- over time they start to care more and more

- adventurous

- fights until the other party backs down (or dies)

- extends to lesser bugs

- some resentment towards Hollow early on that fades as they progress

- post-game/recovery period they start learning to express more and are given more opportunities to be a kid

[Swap AU Ghost]

- fatigued post-game but more curious and adventurous now that they're free

- struggles to express emotion

- takes up drawing post-game as an outlet

- quiet but more investigative, more social

- complicated feelings towards WL, leans towards some bitterness

- Radi(?) fed into said bitterness to break them

- LOTS of guilt about leaving Hollow

[Normal Hollow]

- mostly tired post-game, lots of guilt/self-hateed

- hesitant to express emotion

- takes up cooking post-game as an outlet

- timid and shy, prefers to fade into the background (very difficult)

- complicated feelings towards PK, still loves him while understanding he wasn't. the greatest

- radi fed into their love to break them

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OKAY WOW, long transcript

I'm thinking a LOT about this AU now even though I mostly drew it as a joke when I first came up with it.

This gives me an opportunity to ramble about how I characterize the vessels! Even in my base-version of how I interpret them, I imagine when they were still in the abyss, Ghost was.. Generally the one who lead the two of them. Hollow usually just stuck by their side, being the more anxious of the two.

I imagine this is still the case in the Swap AU - So when Ghost is the one who makes it to the top, Hollow feels.. Betrayed, and confused. Why wouldn't their sibling, who they've depended on before now, help them?

Both I imagine are led on by their care for the other - Hearing them cry out in pain in the beginning cutscene. However, whereas normal Ghost at first treats the whole thing with a layer of resentment, Swap Hollow treats it more with.. Wanting to know why.

Meanwhile with the older siblings, I imagine Swap Ghost keeps some of those feelings of resentment - However, instead of at Hollow, it's more towards WL and themself for what she's done to their siblings, and they to Hollow. Post-game in the recovery period, they try to express more emotion, but struggle with it. They want to explore more once they're free! Both explore Hallownest, and explore the life they never got to live, whereas I imagine normal Hollow takes their recovery a lot slower and with more hesitance.

I'm still figuring this au out but, it's really fun exploring this stuff :D

[cinnamo-gyal]

FLUSHED LAITO SAKAMAKI X READER

Words 1.5k

MINOR DNI , RATED R18 under the cuts

Tags : dryhumping, Laito slobbering over reader, overstimulation, pussyjob, using Laito like a bed edge, rubbing each other's nipples

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Don't make eye contact

Don't make eye contact!!

"Nee, bitch chan~."

You suddenly jolt in his arms, his voice cooing softly under your chin. You look at him and bite your lips. He had been going on sucking your blood and touching all over.

Undeniably, most of the time the pleasure is so light headedly amazing. It made ur heart pounding greatly but not to the point of cumming directly.

Today, in particular it had been uncontrollable.

The heat from your head had gathered in your throbbing cunt. You can feel yourself getting wetter each time Laito speak, it's like his voice vibrates through your body coursing straight to your clit.

It doesn't help you're straddling him right now, facing his figure both on the chair. It was supposed to be a common night of teaching him some homework since he's never ambitious enough to care about any.

But now you're here trying to hide your horny thoughts about everything. Your mind can't help but still lingers on the pain in your neck. His tongue swipes across the puncture wound while he's groaning in pleasure. He's still rambling about your blood, moaning in heat.

Biting your lip, you tried not to make any sound. His body languidly holds you closer, your hard nipples throbbing against the small friction.

It's overstimulating

Everything that's happening.

Gasping, you finally decided to push his head softly away from your neck and look at him. "I-i have to go sleep I'm feeling anemic." You slurred, lips dry from the biting earlier. Seriously light headed from pleasure that you can't even look at him normally but eyes hazy.

"Then just a bit more okay?" He cooed, his foul hands stroking the line of your back across the clothing. Intimately so. It's making you arch forward to his chest. The thin line of clothing against his neat shirt. It's infuriating.

Defeatedly, you can only agree with him. Anything you do to deny him is futile. Which makes you never go against him. Less if you want to be tied up uncomfortably and drained until morning.

Dejectedly, you hide your face by lifting your chin. Giving him access to your neck submissively.

By this, you can grit your teeth as much as you want to hold the pleasure from seeping through his view.

You'd do anything other than let this sadistic man see you acting horny. The things he'd do would be by no bound and across your physical strength.

Laito continues sucking your neck, hickies and wounds adorning your neck and near your chest. "So obedient for me today, aren't you~"

Another deep bite to your shoulder instantly.

"!!!" You gasped softly through your closed mouth.

There it goes again. The throbbing !! It felt so good that your eyes started to roll up. Slowly, you started to rake up ideas.

With a smooth move, your arms on Laito shoulder began to grip. And you move your waist against him. Unsure if he felt it or not, he didn't give any reaction and continue what he was doing.

Your head starts to get lighter from the dry friction. Your thin panties, his trouser clothing. The perfect amount of hardness for your clit.

'this.. I never thought it felt so good.' you were never a sexually active girl. Even after everything the brothers had done to you. The most they'd do is suck the blood near the crotch.

Risky and most of the time leaves your pussy wet and throbbing. It had been a time when you got a real orgasm and that is from unintentionally rubbing it on a pillow when you were sleeping. But again, it's something that you won't initiate on your own at any time. It's only when the brothers have turned you into a mess then you'd release the pleasure again.

But this time, the picture of pleasure is stuck in your head and you want cum sm in this moment.

'uhgg hff js a bit more pls pls pls, feels so good' you tightly close your eyes, your senses numb as you begin to move a bit more to give pressure to his hard trouser.

"PFFT!!"

His loud laughter made you stop immediately and open your eyes. Your body stopped in its track and your back to your senses.

"I didn't know you're such a naughty girl bitch chan? You were trying to use me to cum huh~" he looked up at your face, his grin growing wider and he slipped a hand up to tuck your hair that's stuck to your face. Sweat dripping down your neck and side of your faces. You didn't even notice everything, too high chasing your own pleasure.

"I'm sorry." U spoke softly and gasping, wet puffy cunt still throbbing. You tried to get up but was roughly pulled in by Laito.

"You were close didn't you?" He licked your cheeks. "Use me to make you cum won't you? Naughty bitch~"

He unbuttons your blouse, and lifts your inner shirt. Making your bare tits raw for his eyes. He then unbuttons his shirts, showing his chest. Your eyes were glued to his chest atp and it's making you feel hotter by seconds. With everything simulating your senses. His perky pink nipples standing in front of your hard plump tits.

He grabs your face and licks your lips, insinuating you to open it. You did and he immediately shove his wet hot tongue in, languidly stroking your base tongue w the tip. Your body jolts at his action and your nipples rub against his.

!!!

"NGH HGNGH!!" muffled by his mouth you can only groan through his tongue, brows frowning. Pulling away from the kiss, he licks his lips and unzips his pants. Revealing his clothed in green boxer hard cock.

"Do it again now, the thing you did earlier babe♡" his cheeks flushed as he bit his lips while staring at the way your wet through the panties, cunt rubbing against his erection. It felt so good.

So good that you want to faint.

Thrilled by the pleasure you grip his hair and kiss him sloppily, hard nipples rubbing against each other and pussy feeling good at the rough friction.

It was rough and intimate. The way he giggles through the kiss at your action and the way his hand grabs your body everywhere making you overstimulated by the hand groping.

"Ah ah ahhh c-cumming I'm cumming cumming cumming!!♡♡♡♡" you chant across your gritted teeth right in front of him as you move your hips against him more faster.

His hands move up in a second, choking you hard as you came. The breath cuts off makes you feel so good, that you came convulsing with your toes stretched. Eyes rolling back as he pushed you down on his hardness.

He was feeling your hole with his dick.

The way it pulsed, how the wetness makes obscene sounds at every move you make. It turns him on sm.

"Ah ah ~~ bitch chan that was so cute" he puts you down on his bed. Your legs unclosed, eyes dazed and sweat clinging to your body. The way you hand softly went to your nipples to rub them gently despite fried from orgasm. The wetness makes a string from his crotch to your panties. He looks at you all feeble and sensitive from the orgasm.

It's so lewd and erotic.

He knew you were such a slutty little being that begs to be sucked and sadistically treated. But today has been such an eye opener.

Sweet little bitch chan is a step closer to becoming a come loving pervert. He's going to teach you the pleasure of cumming, to the point of you begging for him.

He's going to make sure of it

Even if it mean he's being used like a toy he's happy to do so ♡♡

[imaginehappyhavoc]

Heya! Could i ask for some headcanons of the thh boys with an ultimate crafter reader that likes making little trinkets for them? -🔥

A/N: Naww Crow!Reader!! (◠‿◠✿)

Pairing: thh boys x Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: N/A

Makoto Naegi:

♡ Oh, this makes him SO HAPPY.

♡ He’s the type to love absolutely anything homemade. Art, cooking, you name it.

♡ It’s honestly comedic how fast his face lights up when you say “I made something for you.”

♡ Just immediately the brightest smile he can manage, and all but running to see what it is this time.

♡ Sometimes he’ll even make you things in return! Though, it normally doesn’t come out as good as he’d like. His damned luck cycle gets in the way.

♡ He keeps everything you make him, no matter how much space it takes up.

Byakuya Togami (platonic):

♡ No one’s… ever done that for him before.

♡ He was raised to recognize an item’s worth by its price tag. Mainly because no one in his life actually cared enough to take time out of their day and make something for him.

♡ He’s honestly flabbergasted every time you do this tbh.

♡ He’ll just hold whatever you made in his hands, staring at it for a just a bit too long. It’s the only time you’ll ever see him speechless.

♡ You tell him it’s okay if he doesn’t want to keep it. He says he won’t.

♡ He does.

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

♡ Did you mean: Ultimate Hype Man?

♡ He’ll get a gift from you and he’s bolting to the common room of the dorms to show it off to everyone.

♡ Always something along the lines of “look at what my SUPER amazing, SUPER talented partner MADE for me!”

♡ He loves anything you have to give him, obviously, but especially if he doesn’t know what the fuck it is.

♡ The things he treasures most in the world are useless lil trinkets that look funky and cool. So if you like metalworking, he might marry you on the spot.

Leon Kuwata:

♡ He loves it so much he loves you so much and no he is totally not about to cry shut up-

♡ Leon is an unexpectedly emotional guy. He reacts to everything, especially positive things, with so much enthusiasm.

♡ So when you come up to him and sheepishly give him a small trinket you made for him, his “cool guy” front just melts.

♡ He’ll like. Hop. Just bounce in place like a really excited rabbit, because that’s basically what he is in this moment.

♡ He keeps it on him wherever he goes. Either he’ll fashion it into an add on for his chain necklace, or he’ll make use of one of his many pockets.

♡ Anytime someone asks about you, he’ll smile so wide and take it as an invitation to show them everything you’ve ever made for him.

Chihiro Fujisaki:

♡ Hugs. Just the tightest, most love-packed hugs you’ve ever experienced in your life.

♡ They try really hard not to cry, they really do, but they can’t help it. It just means so much to them that you would go out of your way to do that!

♡ They’ll ask you to teach them how to make stuff like what you make, so that they can return the favor.

♡ Whether you agree or not, Chihiro’s riding the high for the rest of the week.

♡ They go to class the next day and wait so impatiently for someone to ask about the new charm on their school bag so they have an excuse to ramble about you.

♡ Another person who will keep your trinkets with them all the time.

Mondo Owada:

♡ What a coincidence! He loves making things for you, too!

♡ Only difference is that, while you love to make small trinkets, Mondo likes to make larger, wooden trinkets.

♡ It’s a match made in heaven, honestly. Biweekly gift exchanges.

♡ When you give your gifts to him, it’s kinda like watching a big dog trying to play with a much smaller animal.

♡ He’s so excited, and he knows he has to be gentle, but it’s so hard for him to contain himself! He’ll hold it so gingerly so as not to break it, but every other part of his body’s wiggling because of how happy he is.

♡ He admires your craftsmanship so much, and he loves being able to see all your little design quirks in the things you make for him.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

♡ He will straight up cry, and he does not care how many people look at him weird because of it.

♡ It was rare that Taka received gifts at all, never mind gifts that were so personal!

♡ That was, until he met you.

♡ Any gift that you make for him by hand will be treasured so dearly, but especially things that are related to his interests.

♡ You once made him a keychain in the form of a teeny tiny Kendo sword. He kissed you for a solid ten minutes because he was so deeply moved by your affection for him.

♡ He insists on repaying you in some way for everything you make him, though he doesn’t quite know how.

♡ He settles on: anything you need, you get.

Hifumi Yamada (platonic):

♡ The crowd goes WILD.

♡ Of all people, Hifumi can appreciate handmade gifts. He’s given so many of them before, after all.

♡ He loves your trinkets so much that he actually— and stay with me here cause this is a doozy— takes down his figurines and puts your crafts up instead.

♡ Your classmates are convinced you just triggered The End Times because of that but whatever.

♡ He shows them off just as proudly, too.

♡ Like: “Hey, Yamada, what’s all that on your bookshelf?” “I’m SO glad you asked!” *pulls up a 300 page PowerPoint essay.

♡ In return, you get any art you want. Free of charge. You lucky dog.

[morrigan-sims]

Fixed this one too, after 1.5-2 hours of early morning work. (Can't sleep? Fight blender for 2 hours!! It won't help you sleep, but it does pass the time!)

Assuming I test this in-game tomorrow/today and it works, then Carrion will finally have an outfit to wear!!!

Opening my game to look for an outfit for Carrion turned into me opening blender and making a mesh edit... The things we do for our OCs.

[emotsper]

Hi!!!!!!!!

You’re like the szai person on tumblr, and even tho I’ve been playing proseka for like two years, I still don’t read a lot of the stories………

So as the certified szai tumblr person, since you kinda own the tag, would you like to explain to me why szai is such a popular ship? I really didn’t read much of anything…

Have fun!!

let me be brief (1/350) (no bc its actually gonna be a long ramble. apolocheese.) (also sorry if formatting is awful im a mobile user and I literally just type whatever)

FOR REAL THOUGH. PLEASE JUST DO ME A FAVOR AND READ MMJ MAINSTORY...... not only its a good source of szai cocaina you get to experience the entire mmj mainstory. i was normal before mmj mainstory and i was less normaler after mmj mainstory.

it simply went even more downhill when i read tenshi no clover. genuinely the one event story that first made me cry (second one was ice drop event but thats a bit biased)

okay now lets get to the main meat of it. szai.

admittedly i was kind of normaler early on but one of my tipping point was Chasing the radiance event especially chapter 7. please read/watch it. please. this specific chapter sent me into my trip of insanity when it comes to szai. it also opened my eye to specific scenes in their side stories/mmj mainsto that i skimmed early on especially bc im a jp only player so fan tls may not be super accurate back then 💔

to start off, airi was a girl that was often made fun of for being tomboyish, and seeing idols for the first time made her feel a glimmer of hope that maybe she can also bring hope to other people. she finally manages to reach her goal and became an idol after several of failed auditions (very deserved especially after her hard work) while shizuku became an idol purely out of luck from the idol grand prix context her friends convinced her to join 😭😭 From the start their relationship feels a little bit doomed with how jealousy is kind of unavoidable from airis side. but against all odds, you get to see airi go to shizuku and cheering her up by giving shizuku her towel and telling her to wipe those tears especially with such a pretty face like hers (MACHINE CLANG CLANG RACK SFX) they are so crazy for this. especially when you realize that shizuku kept the towel until now. (the towel is her area upgrade item)

from this point, airi thought nothing much of shizuku yet other than her being her new rival (and that shes rly pretty) but shizuku sees airi as her main reason to keep going in this idol stuff at that time, and that was enough.

(okay purely for this next part im forgetting a bit so do remember it may not be fully accurate 🙏)

after training minori for awhile, szai went thru a mini divorce arc where airi was telling minori that being an idol isnt all fun and games and that minori should consider quitting, continuing on with how she flopped in the industry bc she was more popular as a reality show figure. but shizuku disagreed and kept saying how airi was an idol through and through and that she shouldn't have quit, but that just tipped airi off and she shouted at shizuku, unloading all her pent up jealousy that she had for awhile now. iconic as hell scene in the most angsty way possible.

u can easily tell this wasn't received well by shizuku. at all. airi you done fucked up. shizuku left her idol group the next day.

(addendum i forgot to add. shizuku truly believed that airi was the first and if not, the only person who sees shizuku as shizuku hinomori herself, without all the idol filter that people plastered on her. so when airi admitted that she was jealous w shizuku getting everything good in the industry, that basically broke shizuku. (color of myself is a nice one to read when it comes to this 🙏 also the i am we are event is a crazy good conclusion to shizukus current arc))

at this point airi realizes just how much shizuku was influenced by her past actions without her fully knowing about it. girl you done fucked up.

this scene is still one of the biggest and strongest kryptonite for szai fans. especially with what happens after.

after confronting shizuku about her choice knowing full well its airis fault, airi, angry at herself, goes immediately to cheerful*days training place (she knows the place since theyve kinda shared the spot iirc) while the rest of mmj follows. she started threatening arisa and almost threw punches but she held back and told the rest of cheerful*days that shizuku is more of an idol than everyone in the room (i may be hallucinating this one. do lmk)

they finally leave the place, and both apologies to each other. at the same time, they both admitted that they were each others idol

and then shizuku goes to tackle hug airi. what the queer

that only concludes the mainstory section btw. upon realizing it may be too much of a recap instead of actual explanation ill be brief w the rest of it (keep in mind i dont read EVERY szai story, just ones i was made aware of bc im playing on jp and story content is a bit harder to see/consume)

Main szai crazies for szai fans

1. chasing the radiance ch7. airi yet talks again about how shizukus hands are slender and elegant while hers are short and chubby (she compared her hands to a manju) and shizuku was mad at her about this and went on a long tangent about how airis gentle hands were the ones who pushes minori and shizuku forward when they think they couldn't.

this is probably the fifth time ive read this story and it still gets me. i hate these fruitsssss. please read the full chapter ive linked it near the start this chapter is so special to me.

2. my ideal idol (airi 5, jp only event for now)

Bro i Dont Even Know What Else To Say. Just Look At This Card

but if we're being serious . lets talk about this one specific card and the story shall we.

this card was a blast to the past; pre-mmj szai again.

we start off with present mmj getting ready for their turn in the joint performance with a new junior idol group that they were paired with. airi was a bit nervous and shizuku noticed it. so she offered to do something that would hopefully lessen the nervousness for both of them. shizuku softly puts her head on airis back and whispered several word of encouragements. shizuku reminisces to the past.

pre-mmj szai. shizuku was very nervous as she was waiting for her first performance ever as an idol. airi was also there, and it was going to be her first too. airi shows up to say hi to shizuku but she noticed that shizuku was really nervous and at the verge of crying. airi knew she had to do something and told shizuku to turn around, shizuku did. shizuku lets out a little surprised yelp as she feels airis hands and head pressing against her back. she could hear airi muttering some encouragement but we never get to hear what the words were, only that shizuku thought about how warm airis hands were. (i need to be euthanized)

back to the present, shizuku says that she hopes that this gesture can somehow "repay" for what airi did to her back then. i think im losing it. sorry

OKAY IM DONE IM DONE ITS ALMOST 1 AM MY BRAIN IS NOT GOING TO WORK ANYMORE IF I KEEP TYPING..... my brain can handle so little. anyways i hope this wall of text ramble can convince u to read mmj mainsto and consume more mmj stories........ i admit its not perfect or whatsoever bc i haven't read the mmj mainstory for awhile and i have a wee memory issue thats paired with my deafness so. yeah. enjoy. haha.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

Love and Loss Extra Content (2)

Based on the characters from Love and Loss

Summary: Your and Morpheus' daughter returns to the Dreaming with new knowledge of the Waking World. And she must let her father know about it. A few bows, a raven, and the King of Nightmares.

Notes: ~1k words, you don't have to read the original one shot to enjoy, reach the end for a surprise?

Warnings/Tags: fluff and family fun time

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | One Shot Masterlist

“And this one is pink,” Delphyne explains aloud as she fastens the ribbon to her father’s hair. 

“Mhm,” Morpheus hums as he bows his head to let the child reach his hair. 

Delphyne had just come back from the waking world, using her shape shifting abilities to sneak off as she often does. She goes every few years or so to see what the mortals are up to. Currently, bows are in fashion, according to her—bows and fake gems that have adhesive stuck to the back of them. 

Morpheus never understood why she needed to visit the drab, logical world of the waking. Everything his daughter needed was right here in the Dreaming. He could conjure up anything she could ever imagine. Mythical creatures, playmates, locations… if she names it, the King of Dreams would be at her mercy. 

“This one is pink and covered in glitter.” She continues, sitting on his lap as she clamps it onto his bangs. “And this—um, daddy, more hair,” Delphyne asks, tugging on his robe sleeve. 

“More hair?” Morpheus repeats, looking down at her. 

She pouts, squishing her nose in annoyance as her father doesn’t understand her right away. Obviously, she’s running out of room to do her impromptu art. “More hair, grow more hair!” 

“When did you get so demanding, little love?” Morpheus asks with a frown. 

“Learned it from Mama,” She sighed exasperated as if stating the obvious. “Please?”

Weak to her pleas, Morpheus changes the length of hair, allowing the strands to grow longer just as his daughter asked. She claps happily as they reach his shoulder blades, standing excitedly and balancing on his lap. The ridges of her shoes dig into Morpheus’ thighs but he finds that he doesn’t mind the pain at all. 

“The human girls taught me how to braid hair, too,” She continued her rambles, having forgotten her bows and fake jewels in her father’s lap. 

With inexperienced hands, Delphyne grabs her father’s hair, separating them into strands before she begins to braid them, too. She ties them off with more ribbons before deeming that she needed more practice and began to braid another strand. 

Morpheus grows limp under her experiments, only moving to ensure she doesn’t fall from his lap. He listens to her as she talks about her adventure to the waking world all the while she clamps and ties ribbons and bedazzles his face. There’s a new bakery down one street, the cobbler’s boy just married the printer’s daughter, and how could she forget that someone’s kitty cat was found stuck in a tree. She likes how loud the music is this time around, but she hates how dirty the river water has recently gotten. 

“Okay, I done.” She dusts her hands off, puffing out her chest in pride as she takes a once over look at her masterpiece. After nodding her approval, she slides off Morpheus’ lap, already skipping off to some new adventure to behold. “Bye, daddy. Thanks for playing with me!” 

The palace seems to suddenly lose all of its color as Delphye leaves. Morpheus returns to his normal scenery, the atmosphere suddenly too quiet for his liking—and he liked quiet. 

“Wow… you look… colorful,” Matthew lets out slowly, trying his best not to laugh. The raven has learned that it’s much harder to laugh as a bird and instead he just caw’s obnoxiously loud now. It’s nothing he can control even though he wishes he could. 

Morpheus doesn’t bother with a response, only removing one of the smaller bows by the metal clamp in the back. He clips it to the top of Matthew's head with a poorly hidden smirk. 

“Hey!” Matthew flails as he tries to look at the neon pink bow, but now he learns that birds can’t look up with just their eyeballs. His head twitches as he tries to get the foreign object out of his feathers, his wings flapping around and he’s reminded that he doesn’t have hands anymore.

Matthew gives up, now a panting slump on the cold stone floor of the palace. He looks around to find that Morpheus had already left him and he stands back on his feet with a sad expression. 

“He’s so mean sometimes,” the bird complains to himself. He turns one way and the other, the nails on his claws clack against the floor before he thinks to seek out Lucienne with some help. 

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Morpheus finds you within your own realm, your shepherd's crook in hand as you stand amongst your flock of sheep. The garden nymphs are hard at work, planting seeds for the next harvest and you’re busy scolding the fluffy mammals. 

“Patricia, stop trying to bite Albie’s ears, he hates it.” You speak to one of the animals. 

Baaa!

“I don’t care if you think you’re flirting with him, he doesn’t like it,” You scold. “And you, Terry, will you please stop eating the alfalfa, it is toxic to your little body.” 

Baaa?

“Yes, I am aware you are all technically dead, sacrificed and all. But in my care, stop eating the alfalfa,” You grit out, your grip on your shepherd's crook growing tighter in frustration. 

You’re about to scold your third victim of the night when the sheep begin to grow unsettled. They back away from you and start belting out warning calls before completely leaving your side. Your head is tilted in confusion, your mouth still open in preparation of another lesson for your sheep. 

What in the world?

You turn around to see what your sheep had grown so afraid of, only to let out a surprised yelp yourself. You drop your shepherd's crook in surprise, your hand’s going over your heart as if it could stop it from beating so hard. 

“You scared me! What in the Meadows’ green fields happened to you,” You cry out, finally taking a deep breath as you realize it was just your husband. 

Morpheus stands before you, his shoulder slumped and arms defeated at his side. 

“Your daughter,” He explains. 

Your shocked expression turns to laughter as you take a closer look at him. From his neck downward is nothing but his typical dark attire, fitting for the King of Nightmares. But everything else, covered in bows and glitter and gems was what little girl’s dreams are made of. 

“Our daughter,” You correct between chortles, delicately grabbing one of the braids in his hair. “How did you agree to this?”

“She said please,” he counters and that was the end of the conversation. 

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[vikspretty]

boil over

in which your assignment is getting too much for you to handle but keith is there to help you out

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pairing: keith x reader

tags: fem! reader, college au!, established relationship, keith is a biker (yum), very fluffy, no use of y/n, reader gets a bit short with keith. keith is a sweetheart, slight angst.

notes: finally writing for keith. its sadly much shorter than i wanted but i spent ages looking for what to write for him because i wasn't sure what i was in the mood for. i had already made notes on season 7 episode 6 where they get like lost in space but then when it came to writing i hated the idea so now we have a college au. he's so pretty in this scene!!!

wc: 839

"Buck and Wild, Swing to be free, Your hands just can't keep ahold of me." — Kate Denson's "Boil Over"

The sound of a motorbike pulling up dragged you out of your train of thought. If this was any other time, you would have jumped out of your seat to meet your boyfriend at the door. Today, however, was not one of those days.

You had a huge assignment to do for college, and even though you had plenty of time to get it done, you prided yourself in having things completed as soon as physically possible. This assignment was deciding to not let you commit to it. Everything you would type out would be deleted pretty much immediately.

With a groan, you deleted the last paragraph you had typed out. There were spelling mistakes throughout it and it didn't read right. Anymore force put into your backspace key and you're sure it would break.

Keith couldn't wait to see you. You had been asleep when he left in the morning for work at the Garrison and you hadn't picked up any of his calls all day. He was aware of your assignment and knew how you got when they became difficult and so made a pit stop on his way home.

Greeting Kosmo at the door, Keith placed his helmet and keys down, toeing off his boots simultaneously. "Hey buddy. Where is my pretty girl?" He asked Kosmo. As if the wolf could understand, he immediately got up and started off towards the living room.

Upon entering, Keith saw you sat with your back to the arm rest, computer in your lap and a multitude of notebooks splayed out on your coffee table. A half empty mug of coffee also sat closest to you on the table, but Keith assumed this to be cold as it normally ended up to be when you would become so engrossed in your work.

Kosmo walked up to your side, partially blocking your view of your notebooks. You were yet to notice your boyfriend's presence in the room despite you realising that he will be home now.

"Kosmo, honey, please move," you pleaded. You were finally beginning to form a thought that could lead you on your next point you wanted to make but by the time Kosmo had moved, you had lost it.

You let out another groan. Louder this time, accompanied by you shutting you laptop and putting your head down.

"Hey baby, you okay?"

The voice made you jump, and instead of soothing you like Keith had intended it to, it only angered you.

"Do I look okay, Keith?" You snapped. You had sat up now, laptop still in your lap.

What you hadn't noticed but Keith had was your hands. They were curled up above your laptop but were shaking. At this realisation, Keith was quick to move your notebooks neatly into a pile, placing the bag of food he had in his hand on the free space on the coffee table.

"I’m struggling with this assignment and I know I have time but I want it done now and nothing I write is good enough and then- What are you doing? I need those!"

Still not saying anything, Keith kneeled in front of you, taking your laptop and moving that to the table too. He then grabbled your hands, holding them tightly.

"Look at me, darling."

You didn't hear his words, too busy rambling in a mumble about how you need to get back to work so you could get it done. Keith realised this when your eyes didn't even flick to Kosmo who had not rested his head in place of where your laptop previously was. At this you would usually let out a coo and stroke his head. Instead you were staring at your books on the table. Knowing you wouldn't listen to him any other way, Keith placed his index and his thumb under your chin to move you to face him.

When you made eye contact with Keith's sympathetic gaze, your eyes started to well up. Suddenly the stress and guilt overwhelmed you and you broke down.

Rather than trying to shush you or get you to stop crying, Keith leaned up to hug you. This was what you needed. You had been over working yourself and it was finally catching up to you.

The familiarity of Keith's smell and his warmth was soothing to you. "Keith, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" Your voice was croaky and broken as your tears refused to stop just yet.

"I know, darling, I know."

You pulled away to look him in the eyes. You didn't know what to say or do and so you said the only thing you did know. "I love you."

"I love you most. So much so that I brought you some food."

To this you let out a quiet giggle and hugged him again.

"It's okay to be overwhelmed. You're putting way too much pressure on yourself for something that you have so much time for. I'm here for you, and so is Kosmo. You are not alone. Now, how about, we eat? And then we can find a way to distract you for a while. How does that sound?"

Taking note of the insinuation, you just nodded, throwing yourself to him for a kiss.

this is so much shorter and rushed than i wanted it to be but i really struggled with finding a good idea to use for him so this is really disappointing. im gonna try make the next one a little longer but its not gonna be a voltron fic i fear. onto kate denson’s final perk though!

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thank you for reading!!

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delulu thoughts: joshua ver

joshua x reader

a/n: looks like i’m going to do a mini series of my delulu thoughts for each member, lmk if you are interested in being tagged? this one is more of an imagine than a headcannon? idk it’s more plot based haha, expect this one to be random

best friends to lovers trope?

joshua is just so…*sigh*

this man is just so dreamy and kind and aND AND

i for some reason get childhood best friends vibes from him, or someone that you have a deep and long past with

he’s just someone who has overall been there for you for the longest time, and yes he’s an idol now and all the more busy, but he will always make time for you

the realization that came to you regarding your feelings was one day that you were feeling down

joshua was there for you, as always, and doing what he does best which is give you advice and to comfort you

he sat next to you on the kitchen floor, and after you had calmed down enough, he asked you if it was okay if he could hug you

that is how you ended up on his lap, which was not something new to you due to your long lasting friendship

but his words of soft encouragement and the way he rubbed your back and petted the crown of your head felt so endearing

it was easy to get lost in his arms as he continued to do the soothing gestures and would occasionally murmur into your hairline how much you meant to him followed by a soft kiss there

you both had never shied away from affection, so one again, this wasn’t something out of the ordinary

“you carry too much weight on your plate sometimes, how long have you been feeling like this?” he would whisper into your hair

“for a while now”

he pulled back slightly to look at your face, and his lips turned down slightly and his eyes softened at the sad expression on your face

“you can always count on me to help you carry that weight” he says as he wiped your tears with his thumb

“but it’s not yours to-”

“no, i want you to be able to come to me for anything”

his gaze was so sincere and that overall brought a new wave of emotion causing you to wobbly smile at him through a new set of tears

that was the day that you realized that joshua meant more to you than the longtime best friend he’s always been to you

things continue as normal as they can be with your newfound realization

you both still meet up for lunch every other weekday, depending on if he’s free and if he can meet you during your lunch hour at your workplace

he always brings food with him, don’t even try arguing with him about it

the receptionists are already very familiar with his presence at your workplace as he greets them with a smile, and they can’t help but swoon

as he meets you in your office, you hastily clean up your work area as he takes containers out of the bags of the meal he brought

will open your containers for you and prep them with all necessary sides and utensils

also always brings a straw for you that he quickly plops into your drink that he opened for you

it’s not an abnormal sight for someone to walk into your office to drop off something and see him feed you the first bite of his food with his chopsticks

he just likes to take care of you

when at the bar, he will watch the bartender to make sure your drink gets done correctly and that it’s safe for you

yes he’s listening to you ramble about your day at work, but he’s keeping an eye on your drink

you both often take sips of each others drinks

will often pull you to his side and wrap his arm around your shoulders as you converse with friends

the members are used to your displays of affection, so forehead kisses are not at all new to them

what is new is the small kiss joshua places under your ear after a good amount of drinks

and then the few more that joshua places on the corner of your lips as the night progresses

soonyoung has to be pulled away when he gets noticeably excited

fans also knew about your existence as one of joshua’s long time friends

however they do have a field day when pictures of you both grocery shopping surface

in one of which joshua is pictured pushing a shopping cart while you read a list

in another picture where you’re laughing at an expression joshua pulled

and then lastly there’s a video where joshua pecks you on the lips after you toss in what is known to be his favorite snack into the shopping cart

you both never publicly confirm anything, but you are featured more often in the background of his instagram posts with members

fans particularly loved the one photo he posted at the end of a series of multiple random photos

you were on the last slide holding one half of a popsicle stick, and you were looking at the ground dejectedly where the other half of your frozen popsicle was melting

he captioned the post “summer favorites ❤️”

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Digimon and Nostalgia

i have a habit of just kind of passing by in the tags sometimes even when i'm quiet, and i'm realizing i don't know how much i've talked about the thought behind why we decided to revisit digimon last february from start to finish.

okay so fair warning, this is gonna be rambly and a little bit semi-incoherent because i feel like absolute dogshit today but the brain worms on the subject aren't leaving me alone to rest.

i am putting it under a read more for all our sanity

so there's this category of post i always see in the tags that seems to come from a place of either not engaging with enough digimon media or not engaging with the media.

that first one is a bit easier to explain. sometimes people will talk about things they want to see in the digimon franchise, and it's kind of clear that they have a very narrow scope of what they've actually seen from it.

i'm trying to think of an example that doesn't put recent posts i've seen on blast lmao (because that's not the point of this post), but also i think some of the points brought up by this post by @starwardking (pardon the tag) highlight the complexity of the first kind of issue, because it both is and isn't the kind of problem that can be fixed by just finding the right digimon media.

when i saw this post, my first instinct was to point to series like savers and appmon, where a majority of the plot takes place in the human world and allows for a lot of mundane shenanigans. i also think a bit about the earlier episodes of tamers.

(i think to some extent ghost game has a bit of domestic life shit going on, but seeing as it is also a horror anime, part of it is about the dissonance between "Normal for Digimon" and "Normal for Humans." but you also get episodes about little hideaways digimon live in in the human world so they can drink tea and share snacks. you also have digimon that just hang out in libraries and shit like that.)

at the same time, this is also an issue i think that isn't fixed by finding the right digimon media. the comparison to pokemon is what makes me consider this, specifically because of something like pokemon amie. it may have just been a minigame, but it's also something that, especially in the video games, i don't think we have a clear parallel to. i do agree that it would be nice to enjoy a bit of domestic fluff with your digimon!

but then i also recognize that i myself have also skipped over games where i could tell there would be some of that. i couldn't finish survive because it has elements i just can't handle either playing or watching. what i do remember in survive is that you have quite a few scenes early on in the school that are about resource management (figuring out how to digimon survive, as it were). this is done while you're also chatting with your human and digimon friends.

which i think segues better into the second kind of issue, being that sometimes i see these posts and they come from an angle where it seems someone hasn't exactly made an effort to engage with digimon as it is. there's a phenomenal video essay by deep dive on youtube, actually, that talks about this with regards to ghost game.

on the most abstract level, are you trying to be cognizant of your biases going into a piece of art when you take it in? what experiences make it difficult to engage with the text in a way that it wants you to engage? can you even see what the text is trying to say, even if it's ineffectual?

this is also why i wanted to tie this in with the reason i decided to make a blog to track my revisiting of all the different series.

nostalgia is killer, and not in a good way.

one of the things we regularly do with media we enjoy enough to praise is revisit it. if it's been over a year since i've watched something and i am trying to hype it up to someone, i want to not rely on my own memory, but also the text of that individual piece of art.

the second form of this issue comes about when an individual has an Idea about digimon, and they post with a very firm stance on what digimon is or is not. it's a retreading i think of the same reason anyone is willing to not consider appmon part of the digimon franchise (despite the "digimon universe" title).

again: what are your biases coming into a piece of art? do you have certain ideas about what digimon is supposed to look like? do you refuse to give other digimon media a fair chance because of it?

this form is more likely to get me to just block someone so i don't have to keep scrolling past them in the tags tbh. there's a mixture of "it was better in the old days" combined with a blatant lack of media literacy when "attempting" to engage with newer digimon media. you see this in a lot of franchises, to be fair, but it is always frustrating.

like i could also be biased because of my own background, being that i have an english degree, but there's something so... disappointing, i suppose, to the latter form of this criticism. if you're going to have a take, i want to see you articulate it. it's not a school assignment, sure, but what in god's name is making you come to that take?

i think the most painful series to see this with for me are savers and appmon, if only because i did rewatch them to better understand why i love them (and also what i really hate about them!).

savers especially is a show i watched because i was interested in seeing if the "MIB but if the aliens were Digimon" series could handle making any statement about the nature of law enforcement! and surprise surprise, it fucking did!

people probably feel the same way any time i post about frontier, which is a series i've been vocal about my dislike about (though i respect anyone willing to try to make frontiers better through their own art and writing). it's been a struggle to rewatch that series, but i also don't want to make strong judgments with firm backing because i know i have not seen it in years, nor have i seen the original sub.

i don't think i have a nice clean conclusion for this. it's an observation i keep having, and i don't think there's any particular solution for someone like me who just wants people to try a little harder to pick apart the things they like. i want people to understand how stories tick, and the things they both explicitly and implicitly say. it's the english teacher in me, i guess.

[iloveroblox48]

record store ❣︎

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❣︎ ➝ Tags: present mic x fem reader just fluff ! you meet him in a record store!

❣︎ ➝ A/n:hi guys!! im super excited to start writing on here（＾_＾）i hope you enjoy the fic it may be ooc since it’s my first time writing him let alone in general (╥﹏╥) anyways i still hope you enjoy feel free to leave requests just make sure you read the rule before you do! have fun reading! also ignore any grammer or spelling mistakes.

It was a normal friday afternoon for present mic he had just finished teaching english at UA and was heading to do his normal patrol, as he was walking around the streets of japan he began to grow tired after a few hours he headed home to continue with his normal routine which included showering changing and going to his favorite record store.

He stumbled across this record store one day while patrolling seeing as there weren't many near him he began to go every friday after a short amount of time he became a regular he would check out each section of the store, shifting through the different vinyls and their cases. but there was also another reason he went

You

He saw you one day after walking in, his blonde hair half up half down, in a random fading graphic tee with jeans and boots.

“I’ll be with you in a second!.” you said while re-organizing some of the vinyls that got messed up.Once you had got done you started to head over to the register to check him out.

“Did you find everything okay today?” you asked while ringing up the records

“Yeah, of course I did! I come here all the time! can’t believe you didn’t recognize me.”

“Sorry, I just started working here. It's nice to meet one of the regulars, though! I really like this band too! Did you hear that they’re dropping another album soon?” As you continued to rant on about the band, you were interested in, all he could think of was how nice you looked. the sunlight from the big windows near the door allowed more of the sun's rays to cast along your face.

“Okay.. and your total is 62.96. Will you be paying with cash or a card?” You finally had to stop checking out the records to look up at him. You thought he looked familiar, but you just couldn't place it, so for a few seconds, you stared at him, trying to place where you saw him.

“Wait… I know you! Your present mic! I love your radio show. I play every time I get ready for work!” You exclaimed smile shining brighter with the sun’s help.

“Really? It’s nice to meet a listener! Have you ever put in a request on the radio show i’d love to hear what music you're into”

“Oh yeah, of course I have!” You began to ramble on about how much you love his radio show and how you’ve been a big fan.

Ever since that day, he saw you, he began to come to the store more regularly, sometimes buying things sometimes not.

It was just like any other friday around noon the bell to the door rang and you saw you’re favorite customer you were standing behind the register helping another customer check out “have a good day!” you said as they left.

“Hi present mic! It's nice to see you again!”

“Nice to see you too y/n, and how many times do I have to tell you call me Hizashi! We are friends, aren't we?”

“Right…yeah of course sorry Hizashi anyways any questions for me” the word friend echoed through your head. You still couldn't believe that you met the present mic, let alone had become friends with him.

“Yeah I do,any new albums came out while i was gone?”

“Uhm yeah just one i can get it for you if you’d like”

“That would be uh-mazing!”

You headed to the back to grab the new album and bring it to the front to start checking out.

“You know we’ve never hanged out outside of your job”Hizashi said, looking at you.

“Your right, Hizashi! also, your total has a ten percent off deal like always, so it's only 30.45 cash like always?”

“Yeah! You know me to well y/n , but back to waht i was talking about do you think that maybe we could hang out…you know outside of your job…” he said while pulling out the total money he needed

“Uhh yeah sure! i’d love to heres my number” you handed him a piece of paper your hands touching as you passed the paper along.

“Just text me the details okay?” you said slightly flustered

“Yeah of course i’ll see you soon y/n” he said grabbing the bag containing his new vinyl.

“See you soon Hizashi” you said echoing after him.

Sometimes you hate your job considering the rude customers but it’s times like these when you’re grateful for having it.

[seren1tyhaze]

pls post dive part 2 😓😓 dying over here

Dive Part Two Teaser: Strawberry Sunday

Hi :) I know, I know. It's been so long.

I want to say firstly, your love and support of my Dive fic has been more than I could have ever imagined. When I first published it last May in a fever dream after Doyoung's D&G photoshoot, I never imagined it would be this well received. We are quickly approaching 1.5K notes on the original post and every new comment really makes me smile.

I really am actively working on part two, which is lovingly titled Strawberry Sunday and a continuation of Jungwoo's cheeky idea from part one. For now, I offer a small teaser which of course involves that same religious imagery that everyone fell in love with in Dive. It's also nsfw.

Please comment on this post to be included in the official tag list when Strawberry Sunday is released in full.

Until then, check out my other works and stay well :)

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Doyoung gasps for air and slams the palm of his hand down on the wooden surface of the desk hard, digging his fingernails into the varnished surface. His other hand runs through his hair for the hundredth time, grateful he doesn’t have a mirror hanging in his home office, knowing he looks a mess. A groan rips from his lips and it rings out loud, filthy, and filled with pleasure.

He drops his hands and gaze at the same time, reaching down to pull cheeks covered in arousal and spit up to face him, sliding his cock out from surprised lips. He takes a moment to examine the beautiful face looking up at him from the floor, eyes twinkling with mischief and skin flushed a beautiful shade of red.

He takes a moment to breathe, dragging his thumb across a wet lower lip before bringing his thumb to his lips and practically moaning around the digit, tasting himself. His cock twitches and before he can say anything he feels teeth grazing heavily across his length-

“Earth to Doyoung-ie?” comes a sing-song chant through his headset, snapping him back to reality.

Doyoung looks up embarrassed and into the webcam on his computer, clearing his throat quickly. Haechan has a knowing look in his eye and his head is cocked slightly, staring him down through the screen.

“Yeah, yeah sorry, I got distracted by um…an email,” he stammers out, flipping quickly in his open Bible on the top of his desk.

Had he just been standing at his desk, imagining you were underneath it giving him head during his weekly virtual Bible study session? Yes, yes he had been. Was he now having to face the very curious eyes of three of his best friends, the “Lee Three” as they liked to call themselves, and try to lie? Yes, absolutely.

“Must have been some email…” Jeno mutters, taking a long swig from his water bottle. His hair is damp and by the look of his background, it seems like he's dialed in from his phone in the lounge at his gym.

“It’s okay, I think we’re almost done for the day anyways,” Mark offers, closing his own Bible and adjusting the collar at his neck. He didn’t normally wear his costume (as Haechan called it) for their sessions but he was away at a conference and in between presentations.

“Can I ask for some advice before we close?” Doyoung pipes up, closing his own book softly and flipping it over, as if that would help him be less ashamed for what he was about to ask.

“Of course, we are always here to listen, Doie,” Mark replies softly, pushing his glasses up his nose and leaning back in the uncomfortable chair he had been sitting in for the past hour.

“Let’s just say, there’s something that you know someone you care for very much would enjoy. And maybe this thing is something you’re unsure of. And this thing you’re unsure of is something that two other people you care for very deeply suggested but you really aren’t sure if it’s the right thing for you and the other person to explore right now…” Doyoung rambles on, seeming to get lost in the vague grammar of the narrative he was building.

Haechan cuts him off with an exasperated sigh which almost transforms into a whine as he speaks.

“Jungwoo and Jaehyun want to fuck this girl you won’t shut up about and you don’t know if group sex is really the right thing for you do this early in your situationship,” he states bluntly, looking up from picking at the corner of his fingernails.

“HAECHAN!” Mark and Jeno yell into their headphones in unison, Doyoung flushing a deep shade of red and reaching up to clutch at the cross around his neck.

“What?” Hyuck asks, still holding a deadpan look in his face, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Doyoung sighs but nods slowly, looking up to meet an awkward Jeno, who is scratching the back of his neck. He flicks his gaze to Mark who is merely laughing, leaning back in his chair and clutching his stomach.

“Why are you laughing, Father,” Doyoung retorts, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in his chest as he chastises one of his oldest friends.

“Doyoung, please. The three of you have been doing this for years and I don’t know why you get so worked up about it each time. If she wants to do it and you are comfortable with it, just make sure you have open lines of communication with those two devils. You know how carried away they can get,” Mark replies with a signature roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m still scarred from my night with them,” Jeno murmurs quietly, thinking no one heard him.

“Oh shut up, you know you loved that shit,” Haechan quips quickly, leaning close to his webcam as if it would bring him physically closer to him.

“Honestly, go for it, dude. It’s like the least risky situation out there and from the sounds of it, I think she is probably into it,” Hyuck adds, voice becoming almost soft as he finishes his sentence.

“Just don’t do it on a Sunday, okay? That’s all I ask,” Mark chuckles again, waving goodbye to the group before disconnecting from the call.

Doyoung rolls his eyes, nodding to the other two before disconnecting and pulling out his phone to finally return Jungwoo’s text that he had been staring at for weeks.

~~

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Right on Time // Ch. 6

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word count: 3900+

WARNINGS: language; a little bit of toxic ex; physical injury; blood; stitches; hospitals; someone in excited delirium; and idk, adventures in babysitting a chaotic child

Four months passed without so much as a peep from Josh’s ex-boyfriend. Josh said it was normal for the guy to occasionally disappear, just to resurface when he got tired of being alone. But I started to feel optimistic, hoping that maybe he would stay gone and would no longer be a thorn in my side, but it was just wishful thinking.

The incessant buzzing of Josh’s phone woke me up first. I nudged him awake. He grumbled, not happy with his sleep being disturbed, and reached for his phone on the nightstand. He squinted at the sudden light while his eyes adjusted. I watched silently, wondering if it was one of his brothers, but he sighed and pressed ‘Decline.’

“Josh? Is that him?” I sat up and stretched to ease the stiffness in my neck and his phone started ringing again. “Do you want me to answer it?” Oh, the things I’d like to say to this guy.

Josh shook his head and declined the call again. “No, that’ll just piss him off.” On the third attempt, Josh groaned and answered, “What do you want?”

I wondered if part of the reason this guy kept at it was because he knew Josh would eventually cave and take the call, but then I remembered the five different blocked numbers. It really wasn’t for lack of trying on my boyfriend’s part, I guess, his ex just happened to be annoyingly and disgustingly persistent. I couldn’t really hear what Finn was saying, but Josh bowed his head, his hand covering his eyes, as he listened to what was most likely the drunken rambling of the man on the other end of the line.

“Where are you?” I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes. Was he seriously going to get out of bed in the middle of the night and drive to wherever this guy was, to get him out of whatever trouble he’d gotten himself into, with me sitting right next to him? I mean, he wasn’t hiding anything, at least, and maybe I could talk him into letting me tag along. But I let out of a sigh of relief when he said, “The best I can do right now is get you an Uber.” I heard the volume of Finn’s voice rise, presumably in argument. “Finn, I’m not driving two hours to Hartford at three in the fucking morning! I can get you an Uber to take you home, or you… you can figure it out on your own.”

I was so proud of him for having the guts to say no, but I could tell by just the sound of his voice that it hurt him to make that choice. He wanted to go to him, I’m sure, but the desire (or maybe unspoken pressure from me) to stay was stronger. He stayed steady, unmoving in his decision and refusing to give into Finn’s protests.

He hung up the phone and opened the rideshare app. I waited until he’d ordered the ride and texted the information to Finn, then placed a hand on his thigh. “You alright?”

He sighed, tossed his phone back on the nightstand, and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I can only ignore the calls for so long. I can’t—”

“It’s okay. And thank you. Thank you for staying, and telling him no.”

He gave me a tiny half-smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s hard. It’s hard not to worry about him still. I can’t help but think something’s gonna happen to him. Or he’ll get back in the car and get someone else killed.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. You’ve done what you can for him. The rest is on him.”

He wasn’t really comforted but he didn’t say anything else on the matter. He laid back down and I followed, draping my arm overtop of him and rubbing circles with my thumb into the soft skin of his stomach. I just listened to his breaths and focused on the feeling of him next to me until I eventually fell back asleep. I’m not sure he ever did that night.

And short of the confirmation from Uber that they’d picked up and dropped off their passenger, we didn’t hear back from him for a while. I started to get complacent again.

~

As much as I tell people that my job really isn’t all that exciting, that we mostly just handle elderly people that have fallen and complaints of chest pain, it does occasionally get a little crazier than that. We sometimes respond out to the less common calls, or ones that are great conversation pieces (seriously, no one believes you when you say you ‘fell’ and ‘accidentally’ got a shampoo bottle stuck up your ass), but every once in a while, things take a different turn. It even runs the risk of things getting violent, to the point where law enforcement is forced to get involved. A few years ago, while transporting a kid with a severe head injury from a fall, the father decided the best course of action was to start fighting with us. We had to pull over, thus delaying getting the kid to the hospital, to let the cops haul the guy away. I took a pretty good right hook to the face that day.

So, needless to say, getting hurt on the job, unfortunately, comes with the territory.

We were dispatched to a patient with an ‘altered mental status,’ which, by itself, is a vague medical complaint that doesn’t tell us much. Turns out, the guy was in a state of excited delirium. It can be caused by any number of things, such as mental illness, drug use, or head trauma. It typically makes them extremely agitated, aggressive, and sometimes inhumanly strong. People suffering from excited delirium also tend to sweat profusely, which makes wrestling with them about as easy as trying to grab hold of a greased-up pig. Someone in that state wouldn’t have much control over their actions, and they certainly aren’t worried about any potential consequences, which makes them especially dangerous.

We were under the impression that our patient was finally starting to calm down, and we were able to get him in the back of the ambulance. But as I was working on checking his vitals, his eyes grew wide, his pupils blown, and with no warning, he lurched forward and clamped his teeth into my hand.

I tried to yank my hand away, but his jaw was locked into place. I’m not sure how I didn’t rip his teeth out as hard as I tried to get free. It took four cops and Lucy armed with a decent dose of sedatives to finally get him off me and restrained, but my hand was fucked. The skin and muscle below the thumb on my right hand was torn, and I could’ve sworn I could see some of the exposed tendon under all the blood. How in the hell is the human jaw strong enough to do that much damage?

I cursed up a storm as I packed the wound to staunch the bleeding, and Lucy hopped behind the wheel and booked it to the hospital. One of the cops rode with us, in case our patient decided he was ready for round two, but we thankfully made it with no further incidents. He got admitted to the hospital’s behavioral unit and I was sent back to see a doctor and assess the damage.

Eighteen stitches later, they cut me loose with prescriptions for antibiotics and painkillers. Lucy was still in the waiting room, along with our captain. He greeted me with a nod and asked me how bad it was.

I gave him the rundown and shrugged. “I’ll survive.”

“They’re doing bloodwork on your guy, checking him for anything he could have transmitted. And you’ll have to get tested, too, just to be safe.”

“Yeah, I figured,” I sighed. That was always the scary part, being exposed to a virus or some other incurable disease. But as it turned out, I didn’t have anything to worry about on that front.

“The police want to know if we’re pressing charges,” he said.

I shook my head. “No, there’d be no point. He’s in a state of excited delirium. He most likely had no idea what he was doing.”

My captain nodded. “Alright, I’ll pass it along. Anyways, I want you to take three weeks, and we’ll touch base then, once you get your medical clearance.”

I groaned in annoyance. Three weeks was a long time to not be able to work, but I supposed I should be grateful it wasn’t worse.

I had texted Josh just to let him know I was heading home, with a vague explanation that I’d gotten hurt, but I assured him it was a minor injury and he didn’t need to worry. I should have known better.

He showed up at my door later with some take-out. Concern painted his features when he got a look at my hand, wrapped up in bandages. “Okay, so what happened?”

“Uh, I got bit.”

He grimaced. He seemed to already have an idea of where this was going. “Please tell me it was by a dog.”

“I would have preferred that,” I admitted, flexing my hand and wincing at the pain. “But it could have been worse. I have stitches but it’s not bad enough for me to need surgery or anything. I’m honestly more irritated that I have to take three weeks off work. At least.”

He snickered. “Of course you are.” He leaned in to kiss me, his hand coming to the back of my head. I loved how he had to lift himself slightly onto his tiptoes to reach. “Take your time off, and let me take care of you for a bit, ‘kay?”

How could I say no to that? I kissed him again, deeper this time, savoring his sweetness. “Okay,” I said as I pulled away. “I’m all yours.”

I thought I would be going stir-crazy at home, but the extra uninterrupted time with Josh made it feel more like a vacation. He insisted on making sure I was taking it easy, and I had no complaints. My favorite place to be was tangled up with him, skin to skin, planting my lips along his heated flesh as we came down from our highs. He’d smile blissfully, his eyes closed, and run his hands along my shoulders and down my back, exploring anywhere he could reach. His little sighs of lingering pleasure would be the only sounds I could hear, the feel of him wrapped around me the only thing that really mattered.

~

My lovely sister had every intention of taking advantage of my injury and time off work to utilize me for babysitting. She and her husband had planned a two-day getaway and decided I was babysitting Maddie. Alex didn’t give me much of a chance to say no, but I doubt I would have declined the chance to spend time with my niece anyways. And Josh was more than happy to act as my backup.

Maddie squealed when she learned she’d get to antagonize my boyfriend for two whole days. She’d immediately grabbed his hand and started dragging him through the living room, rattling off all the things she wanted to do this weekend. She told him about all the fun things she’d done at school, including raving about the new class pet turtle.

“Call me if you have any problems.”

“We’ll be fine, I promise,” I assured Alex. “I won’t let them get into too much trouble.” I glanced over at Josh, and Maddie was already pulling out arts and crafts supplies from her backpack.

“Don’t let her fool you,” Alex told Josh. “She’s a menace and will swap your coffee creamer for shampoo the second you turn your back.”

“Maybe that’s why they get along so well,” I joked. “But if we’re being honest, she gets it from her mother.”

“I resent that,” she replied.

“Love you, too, big sister. Now go. You probably want to get on the road before traffic gets too bad.”

“We won’t be that far away, so if you need us to—”

“Go. Have fun, let loose, get plastered, whatever you need to do to stop stressing and enjoy your vacation.”

“Okay, yeah,” she sighed in agreement. She expressed one last ‘I love you’ to Maddie, who wasn’t paying much attention to her at this point, and left, leaving me to fend for myself against Maddie and Josh, who she was definitely already conspiring to commit crimes with.

The first day wasn’t too eventful, but Maddie made sure Josh’s fingernails were as sparkly and purple as she could make them. He didn’t seem to mind. And later on, she managed to get a leopard print headband on him to hold his hair back so she could “teach” him the ways of a proper skincare routine. He didn’t need the pointers, but he let her have her moment. When Josh decided he needed a break (he held out as long as he could), we let Maddie pick a movie and added some extra distraction with a coloring book and colored pencils. But not even 20 minutes later, she was pulling some colored Sharpies from her bag – who the hell gives a 6-year-old access to permanent markers? She decided that the coloring book was boring and she threw herself on the couch next to me, opting instead to color in the spots of my tattoo sleeve that were black and white. It was something she’d done before, and I had no qualms with it, but we did have to have another important conversation about consent, and making sure to ask permission before drawing on someone’s skin.

Josh had just snickered. “Your turn to be the guinea pig.”

On Sunday, we agreed to take her to Nashville Zoo. We had an alarm set to get up early, but we were woken up before it went off to the sound of something falling and hitting the floor from the kitchen. “What the fuck,” I swore as I jumped out of bed and rushed to find out what was happening, Josh right behind me.

Probably every single bowl, spoon, and mixing utensil I owned was scattered around the kitchen. All of the cabinets were open, and there was what I assumed was pancake batter everywhere. It was all over the counters, the sink, the floor (along with the bowl that had been dropped), and even on the fridge. Maddie was standing on the counter in her socks, digging through the spice cabinet. I was having waking nightmares about her falling and busting her head open, so the first step was to get her back on the ground. I grabbed her, ignoring the pain in my hand, and carefully put her down until her feet were safely back on the floor, and she was no longer at risk of falling far enough to possibly kill her.

“What the fuck,” I repeated as I examined the chaos.

“Woah, how the hell’d ya get it on the ceiling?” Josh asked.

“Maddie, what did you do? Where were you thinking?!”

“Pancakes,” she said matter-of-factly.

“You could have gotten hurt.”

“Mama said I can’t use the oven or the stove or the ‘knifes’ and I didn’t use the oven or the stove or the ‘knifes.’

She had a point, but the issue still stood. “You still have to ask before you do stuff like this! And I know you know better than to climb up on the counter!”

Her eyes started to well up with tears. “I’m in trouble?”

“Yes!” I answered without hesitation.

“Are we still going to the zoo?”

I was never good at the ‘discipline’ part of childcare, and I hated to tell Maddie ‘no,’ but I was sure it was going to take all day to clean up the mess she made. “Right now, probably not.”

Her tears morphed into full blown wailing, snot running from her nose as she cried. “I just – wanted – to cook – you – ‘brefass,’” she sputtered between sobs.

And suddenly, I felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world. “Fu—” I scrubbed my hands over my face and groaned. “Just… go sit in the living room for a little bit. We’ll talk about it in a minute.” I was well aware that she had the batter on her, too, and would likely get some on the couch, but we could clean that up later. She followed my direction, and her cries could still be heard from the living room.

Josh sidled up next to me. I grabbed the metal mixing bowl off the floor and one from the counter, both with almost no batter in them, and tossed them into the sink to get them out of the way. The sudden loud noise made Josh flinch.

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“S’ okay,” he replied, offering me a soft smile.

“I feel like an asshole.”

“You’re frustrated. I get it. But you’re not an asshole.” My hand ached and he noticed how I held it close to me. “You hurt your hand when you picked her up, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so. It’s fine, though,” I shrugged. There was no sign of blood seeping through the bandages, so it was safe to say I hadn’t torn any stitches.

“Way I see it,” he started, speaking quietly so Maddie couldn’t hear, “her heart’s in the right place. She was trying to do something nice, she just happened to… completely obliterate the kitchen in the process.”

I looked up just in time to see a glob of batter fall onto the floor. “I still don’t understand how she got it on the ceiling.”

“Yeah, beats me,” Josh laughed. “Point is, she feels bad. And she was really looking forward to the zoo.”

“I know, but—”

“Between the three of us, I think we can get it cleaned up in here and still have time to hit the zoo. And she doesn’t get off scot-free if she has to help us clean.”

I studied him and thought about his words, while he watched me with those big, pretty, brown eyes, and I know he’s right. “Okay,” I sighed. “Guess we’d better get started, then.”

His hand came up to my shoulder and he kissed my cheek. “We got this. May I?” He gestured toward the living room. I gave him the ‘go ahead’ and he called Maddie into the kitchen, still sniffling and wiping tears from her face. “Alright, punk, here’s what’s gonna happen.” He handed her a roll of paper towels and gave her the rundown of the plan, and with renewed vigor, she set to wiping off the fridge and lower cabinets.

Josh was right, because of course he was, and we were able to get the mess under control before too late. “Okay, Maddie, go get dressed. We’ll leave in a bit.”

“Okay!”

“And put on your sneakers! I’ll help you tie them, but I am not carrying you around if your feet start hurting ‘cause you wore the wrong shoes!”

“You totally would, though,” Josh smirked. “You’re wrapped around that girl’s finger.”

I snorted a laugh. “Says you. You’d rob a bank if she asked you to.”

“Pft. I’d rob a bank for fun.”

“Of course you would.” I rolled my eyes as he grinned and sauntered away to get changed.

~

“My takeaway is that she has an unlimited supply of energy.”

“I think it must be all the espresso my sister drank when she was pregnant,” I told Josh. “Maddie’s bloodstream is just straight caffeine.”

We’d been at the zoo for a few hours, and Maddie was still running and bouncing like she’d taken a dose of speed. We made sure she had a chance to do all the interactive stuff, such as feeding the giraffes and stingrays, and we were on our way to a ‘Meet the Penguins’ experience. Maddie was starstruck by every animal she saw, even random crows and ducks scattered throughout the park.

“Has she never been to the zoo before?” Josh asked me curiously.

“Only once, a long time ago, so she probably doesn’t even remember it. Alex doesn’t really… do animals. Even behind glass they freak her out, and she’s terrified of monkeys. So, she tends to avoid places like this.”

“Monkeys? Really? That’s such a weird thing to be afraid of.”

“Uh, I disagree. Monkeys rip people’s faces off, so I think it’s a pretty valid fear. I worked a call once for a monkey attack. You’d be surprised how much damage even the small ones can do.”

Josh stared at me for a second before shaking his head. “Okay, mister ‘my job really isn’t all that exciting.’”

“I…” Okay, he had a point. “Touchè.” I grabbed his hand with my uninjured one as we walked, keeping a close eye on Maddie in front of us, of course.

After a beat, he spoke again, but the tone of his voice had changed. “Can I ask… do you… want kids? Of your own, I mean.”

I squeezed his hand. “Yeah, someday. When the time’s right.”

He smiled. “Just curious.” It was no secret whatsoever that Josh definitely wanted children one day, and I just knew he would make an amazing father. And while we obviously weren’t anywhere close to being there yet, when I thought about starting a family with him, it just felt… right.

~

It wasn’t until we got back home and well after dark that Maddie finally started to wind down. I tried to talk her into going to bed, but we both knew her mom would be by to pick her up soon, so I didn’t push it. I put on a movie for her and she curled up under a blanket right next to Josh, gripped onto his arm like a koala bear. She was asleep within ten minutes.

“Are you telling Alex about the kitchen adventure this morning?” He whispered, careful not to wake her up.

“I should,” I said, sighing. “But I probably won’t.”

Josh grinned. “Wrapped. Around. Her. Finger.”

I let out a quiet laugh and shook my head. “Oh, shut up.”

When Alex eventually showed up, she sent me a text to let me know she’d arrived, and I met her at the door. I put a finger to my lips to tell her to be quiet and led her into the living room. There’d been some movement, and Josh was now lying down precariously on the edge of the couch, his legs and one arm hanging off. Maddie had scooted up so she was tucked between him and the back of the couch, her head on his shoulder. I can’t imagine it was comfortable for either one of them, but they were both fast asleep.

Alex observed them for a moment, a sweet smile on her face. “She likes him a lot,” she whispered, then, “Cairo?”

“Hm?”

“You better marry that boy.”

I just stared at her as she walked over to start the daunting task of waking up her daughter. And it was the second time that day that the thought of marrying Josh crossed my mind. It certainly wouldn’t be the last, either.

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