#pls support this poor idiot

[fastandcarlos]

“I Do” : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: follow along as the countdown to becoming mrs norris is on 🥺

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ynusername: last race week of the season, wedding season is officially under way 💕🤩

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username1: I can’t wait for all the wedding spam that’s coming our way!!

username2: lando as a husband is a vibe 🥺

landonorris: thank you for always supporting me again this season 🫶🏻

ynusername: @/landonorris always your biggest fan 💕

username3: another amazing year in the papaya 💪🏻🏎️

oscarpiastri: sorry where’s my congratulations for my season too???

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri congrats osc, I’m very proud of you too!

username4: osc 😭😭😭

username5: you two are everything omg

carmenmmundt: I cannot wait to make you a bride 🥺

lilymhe: bridesmaids assemble 🫡

username6: deep in my feels knowing these two are getting married in a couple of weeks

username7: please remember your fans and share everything with us 🙏🏻

georgerussell63: you just wait and see what we’ve got prepared for lan 😂

danielricciardo: can’t wait to lead your soon to be husband astray 😬

username8: why does this feel like it’s about to be the messiest wedding ever lmao

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landonorris: last trip before we get married, I think my face shows just how excited I am to marry you 🫶🏻

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username9: I wish I had someone as excited to be with me as lando is with yn

username10: his smile 🤧🤧

maxverstappen1: you’ve got your vows to be soppy, keep it off of social media 😂

ynusername: thank you for the best time ❤️❤️❤️

username11: the outfits woah 🤩

username12: my heart can’t cope with much of the adorableness between these two

lewishamilton: talk about making everyone feel jealous about how happy you are 😂

charles_leclerc: we get it. you’re getting married. jeez.

landonorris: @/charles_leclerc do one party pooper 🙃

username13: if I don’t have a marriage like these two then I’m not interested

username14: oh how I wish I was yn right now 😭

carlossainz55: little lando norris is all grown up

landonorris: @/carlossainz55 but big lando norris where it matters 🤭

username15: pls say these two will be forever together

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ynusername: when people ask me what I see in lando to want to marry him, this is what I show them 😂💞

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username16: can always count on yn to throw lando under the bus lmao

username17: thank you for reminding us what an idiot lando is

oscarpiastri: fyi he’s raging that you posted these 😂

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri remind him of all the times he’s done this to me hahah

username18: these are the photos we LOVE

danielricciardo: saving all these photos for future use as we speak 🤷🏻‍♂️

alex_albon: you’re a brave girl yn 😂😂

lilymhe: how are you so unserious all the damn time 🤦🏻‍♀️

username19: keep it coming pls yn I beg you

landonorris: remind me again why I’m marrying you when all you do is bully me

ynusername: @/landonorris because you love me 💞

username20: why does the second picture leave me with so many questions 😂😂😂😂

username21: it’s picture one for me ☺️

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landonorris: BEST STAG DO EVER 🍻

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ynusername: please say you arrived home in one piece 🤦🏻‍♀️

danielricciardo: @/ynusername can’t make any promises 🤐

username22: lord help us if daniel ricciardo organised lando’s stag do

username23: poor yn having to deal with the hangover from this 😂

oscarpiastri: and I promise not to show yn the photos of you doing body shots off of max

ynusername: @/oscarpiastri I don’t think I want to see these photos 😂😂

username24: wtf I wanna see these photos

georgerussell63: happy to give you the send off you deserve 🫡

username25: this sequence of photos is titled lando living his best life

username26: how many shots do we reckon were drunk last night??

pierregasly: remind me never to go out partying with you again

carlossainz55: I think I need about three weeks to recover from this 😭

username27: not lando wrecking all his fellow drivers

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f1wags: congratulations are in order as today’s the day lando and yn tie the knot - wishing you guys the best day ever 💕🥂

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username28: ah I can’t wait to see all the photos from this

username29: I’ve never met two people so in love

username30: so glad they’re getting their happy ending 💕🤧

username31: the perfect match finally tying the knot 😭

username32: I’ve got major fomo today omg ☺️

username33: I never imagined lando even getting married until he met yn

username34: praying we get lots of content from the boys today 🤞🏻

username35: hoping they have the best time, they deserve everything!!

username36: I’d do anything to be there and see lando in his suit

username37: I can’t believe the day has finally arrived, I’m not even getting married and I’m nervous

username38: mr and mrs norris 🧡🧡🧡🧡

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f1updates: here’s just some of the drivers suited and booted as they attended the norris wedding today, they all look great 🤵🏻🏎️

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username39: how can a trio of men be so beautiful 😭

username40: asking for a friend…are any of these single???

username41: now this is the content I wanted from today 😂

username42: anyone else wondering what charles was thinking with those sunglasses hahah

username43: not carlos looking like the finest best man to exist

username44: petition for these guys to appear at my wedding too pls

username45: if these guys are a warm up I can’t wait to see what lando looked like

username46: my heart is so happy that all the drivers showed up too

username47: I can’t wipe the smile from my face after seeing these photos ☺️

username48: race suits, formal suits, these guys pull off anything 😭

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ynusername: the day I’ve dreamt of since I was a little girl, so proud to be your wife lando norris 🥺🫶🏻

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landonorris: the best day of my life, so happy to be able to call you mine forever 💞

username49: congratulations you guys!!

oscarpiastri: thank you for inviting me and lily to be part of your special day 🥺

danielricciardo: well done for not messing up your speech 👏🏻

landonorris: @/danielricciardo it was touch and go for a while 😂

username50: I can’t believe my favourite duo are officially married!!

maxverstappen1: best wedding I’ve ever been too…lando’s dad dancing aside 😝

alex_albon: you guys are the cutest, so happy for you both 🫶🏻🥂

username51: I can’t get over how adorable these photos are

username52: the smile on yn’s face omg 🤩

carlossainz55: proud dad over here 😂😂

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 best in law ever!

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landonorris: I could get used to married life 😂 honeymooning with the most beautiful bride in the world ❤️

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ynusername: cannot wait to spend forever with you my love 💞🫶🏻

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[eyelessfaces]

canon!poe or hmu!poe with a reader who's... very ill. like flu ill. like concerningly ill, who doesn't want to go to the doctor because they don't wanna hold anyone up or the costs. pls I beg I need a man to take care of me rn (very very ill myself) ilysm 😭🙏

I got you. canon poe

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You almost think you’re hallucinating the presence in the room and the dip in the mattress behind you, until you truly feel a hand settling at the back of your head, gently smoothing along your hair. Poe cringes with guilt when he hears the faint whine escaping you. “Hey,” he gently calls, and you feel the warmth of his hand now moving to rest at your back, just in between your shoulder blades. 

Having to open your eyes seems like the toughest thing you’ve had to do in ages, and the heaviness in your forehead that comes with it feels like a cruel punishment of being alive and not succumbing to sickness.

Your mouth is dry, your lips chapped from having to breathe through your mouth because of your congested nose, so the weak sound that comes out of you to make Poe know you’re conscious almost sounds like a starving, water deprived creature giving its last breath. “I withdrew from today’s mission” he declares, his voice soft, like anything louder might kill you.

His words make you turn to him as fast as your aching body will allow. “Why?” you croak out. “No, you need to–”

He shushes you, shaking his head. “That’s fine” he assures. “Someone needs to look after you”

You try to sit up with difficulty, a gravelly cough shaking your whole body. “I don’t–”

“You look awful, sweetheart” he says, weakly smiling in empathy as you cough some more. 

“Thank you” you groan sarcastically once your body allows you to talk again. Poe shifts to sit closer to you, his hand coming to press against your forehead. His palm feels warm, an obvious contrast to the chill that has settled in your bones since the fever took hold of you, and you lean into his touch despite yourself, the simple gesture offering a glimpse of the comfort and tenderness you desperately crave from him. 

“You’re burning up,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His brows are knitted together in concern, his thumb rubbing along your temple before he pulls away. The tenderness in his eyes as he watches your poor state is almost too much to bear, and you’re almost embarrassed he has to see you like this.

“You didn’t have to skip on the mission just because of me” you whisper, your voice hoarse and fragile, your attempt at sounding nonchalant quickly dismantled when the truth bleeds and your voice cracks. You want him here, and that terrifies you more than sickness ever could.

“Of course I did” he murmurs, his voice low as his hand covers your own. “You think I could focus out there knowing you’re like this?”

You open your mouth to argue, to tell him he’s being an idiot, but the words die in your throat when you start to choke on coughs again. Poe is instantly at your side, his hand leaving your own to support your back, the other grabbing the glass of water at your bedside table. 

“Easy,” he says, his voice soft as he helps the glass to your lips. You’re almost sure that the shiver that runs down your spine when his hand rubs up and down your back has nothing to do with the fever. 

When you finally pull back and he sets the glass back at your bedside, you find him watching you intently again, his warm brown eyes gazing at you like you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever seen. It’s overwhelming, the weight of it, the want in his eyes that mirrors your own.

“You need to go to the medbay” he declares with his ‘commander tone’, as you like to call it whenever he suddenly gets a little too serious.

You groan, burying yourself down your bed again. “I’m fine, I just need to sleep it off” you mutter, pulling the covers up to your chin as you turn to the side, away from him. 

“You need medicine, I saw you almost fainting mid briefing, this is serious” he counters, though his voice remains low as to not worsen the unbearable pulsing inside your skull. “You need to get checked up and treated” he declares firmly. You whine in discontentment at the mere idea of having to get out of bed and drag yourself through the base, and Poe calls your name like he’s scolding you. “I’ll drag you here myself if I have to.”

You chuckle. “I’d like to see you try”

“You know I will.”

You sigh deeply, bringing a hand over your eyes. “Poe, please, I don’t wanna argue with you,” you whimper, burying your face into the pillow.

“Then don’t”

He doesn’t say anything else, and neither do you, so the silence stretches until you eventually hear him sigh and feel the mattress dip closer behind you when he shifts closer.

“Look at me” he demands gently, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm as he tries to coax you into reason. He knows how to play this out, he knows you ultimately can’t refuse him anything, you will always give in to him, no matter what, no matter how stubborn you can be. You turn around to face him, your aching limbs acting like this was a monumental effort. Poe’s thumb brushes along your cheekbone, and you lean into his touch without even thinking. “I’ll get someone to come here, okay?” 

You close your eyes in contentment, forcing a small sound from the back of your throat to let him know you’re acquiescing to that option.

“But you should get some rest first” he says quietly. 

You nod weakly, though the moment he tries to pull away, you find yourself holding onto his wrist. “Stay” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “Please”

“Okay” he shifts on the bed so that he’s fully seated beside you now, his back resting against the headboard. 

You hesitate for a second, then slowly, with the little strength you have, you move closer to him, letting your head rest over his lap. For a moment, Poe’s hand just hovers over you, unsure if this is okay, if it’s too much, before he gives in and his fingers start to gently thread through your hair, his other hand resting at your shoulder, his thumb rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your shirt.

For a while, neither of you speak, and the room is only filled by the sound of your uneven breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric when Poe adjusts his position to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. Every now and then, his fingers drift from your hair to trace along the curve of your neck down to your shoulder before they return to combing through your hair again. 

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” he finally mutters, low enough so it wouldn’t wake you up if you happened to have fallen asleep already. 

You manage a weak smile through the haze of sleepiness that is clouding your mind, lulled by Poe’s gentle touch. “You know… takes one to know one,” you mumble sleepily.

You hear him chuckle, but it all feels distant the more you relax into his touch, the more you feel at ease right where you are. 

For the first time in hours, you feel the tension in your body begin to melt away, and it feels right to be here with him, like this, and you know that the butterflies at the pit of your stomach are not caused by your fever.

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poe taglist:

@lockleysgrl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @anightshift

@whatthefishh @dameronshandholder @campingwiththecharmings @mintgreen24 @spider-starry 

@jakecockley @cocodiem @spxctorsslxt @friedwings @luxisluxurious 

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@pigeonmama @c-losur3 @klillaah @Spicydonut25 @buckyssugarchick

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[onlyseokmins]

the devil wears baby blue • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol Warnings: joshua hong himself 🚩🚩, swearing, alcohol, reader is a menace and tease too i'm ngl, grinding, groping, slight exhibition kink, degradation, name-calling, objectification, FINGERS (all of it fingering, riding, etc), mentions of knife/surgery, choking, wbk but major hints to big cock josh 💔, marking, licking, alluding to devil imagery uwu, roleplay sort of but not really, kind of public sex acts + a mirror, manhandling, lil slaps, dangerous fashion decisions + "fun" clothing shenanigans during sex ig????, mentions of car sex and oral sex (male rec.), dirty talk (joshua won't stfu), edging, lil bit of pain kink if you squint ❤️‍🩹, and tons of banter/insults, is there a thing like a wealth kink??? - as always lmk if i missed smth WC: 7k A/N: *taps mic* would love to thank @onlymingyus and @duhnova for proofing, hyping, and supporting me on this. also ofc a huge honorary shout out to @hwanghyunjinenthusiast for the constant cheering and screeching at me in and out of dms - hope you enjoy this hehe. idk if jackie will see this but her watch post(s) helped re-inspire me to attack this wip. and finally blowing kisses to the joshushushus in my inbox, i hope you'll like this! ps if anyone recognizes where the last dialogue is from, you receive a kiss on the forehead from me and get to spend one night with joshua!! 😏

↪ this is a loosely based prequel to idiot

Seungkwan's hand lays steady on your back, guiding you through the crowd much more efficiently than you could have on your own. He has a way of navigating through the waves of people with practiced ease whereas you would rather just be swept away. It's why you enjoy going to the club with him, especially one as crazy as tonight's.

You would think you were still on the dance floor with how many people are bustling around you, mingling and giggling just as much on the sidelines as they do moving to the music. Drinks in hand, they chat and flirt with one another so it takes nearly twice as long to make it to the bar than you think it really should.

"This better be worth it," you shout directly into your friend's ear despite how close you are to him. "For the amount of times my feet have been stepped on!"

There's a sharp pinch from his fingers that snuck to your side. "Told you not to wear those stupid shoes." 

Though you can't exactly hear it, you can see how his pouty lips purse out in a huff. He's also grumbling under his breath and you're able to catch bits and pieces. Things like, "won't matter" and "swept off your feet anyways" and "don't blame me" make you roll your eyes.

"Acting like this is my social debut with the prince of wales."

"Someone's been watching too much Bridgerton. And with how often you fail to come —" he's interrupted by the loud thumping of the bass, "makes sense."

"You can't possibly compare me against your standards, Mister Social Butterfly. You know everyone… and you've probably screwed a lot of them as well."

Seungkwan can only guess a gist of what you actually say and is therefore mildly tempted to let you get lost in the sea of people like he knows you'd rather prefer. But he's finally made it all the way over to what seems like an impenetrable social circle, though the group readily parts to make room for the two of you to squeeze in. So, he'll have to bring you along for the adventure. 

"Hey there!" 

"Hello!"

"Fancy seeing you here."

"I know, right?" 

Greetings are easily interchanged. Most of them are familiar faces — friends of your own or people you've gotten to know simply through Seungkwan's ever-growing collection of new instagram posts. 

Jeonghan's got some poor new soul to flirt with again and Seokmin looks like he'd rather be at home watching cooking videos. Vernon is wearing headphones of all things while Seungcheol has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. And you instinctively know Mingyu has to be up to no good because you don't see or hear him.

Not that you're actually paying that much attention to the same-old-same people, focus naturally drawn to the tall man standing next to Wonwoo. Light brown hair curls just beneath his ears, shaggy enough that the urge to run your fingers through and imagine what the tug of strands between them might feel like consumes you. It comes as a shock, considering that Jeonghan's had the same style before and you've never felt like this.

You drink in the baby blue shirt that compliments the mystery man's skin tone, top buttons left undone to showcase the delicate silver around his throat and framed by collar bones. The fabric's elegance belies the strength of the body it clothes, material straining tastefully in the tiniest bit over a broad chest and wide shoulders. Sleeves rolled up to accentuate the flex of his forearm down to the long, long fingers wrapped all the way around the glass of alcohol held between them.

"That's Joshua Hong," Seungkwan supplies helpfully though he can't hide how smug he sounds observing you and shares a knowing look with Vernon who snickers.

"Joshua Hong," you repeat and enjoy how easy his name sounds and feels coming off your tongue. "Is that so?"

"Yeah and to my knowledge, he's extremely single."

"Don't tell me that's how you introduce me to other people."

He feigns innocence. "Can't recall but even if I did, bet it's going to work in your favor. Don't look now but it seems like you've caught a big fish."

Of course, when someone tells you not to look, the first thing you'd logically do is look. Glad you weren't caught staring earlier now that the very same man you were drooling over has noticed your existence and is staring directly at you. 

Brown irises drop down to scan your figure and the suggestiveness of it lights something deep within you. You're quick to nudge off Seungkwan's arm around your waist when Joshua's eyes linger a second longer on it than you'd expect, ignoring your friend's sassy mutter of "hook, line, and sinker."

"I… I really don't like that implication, 'Kwan."

"Sure you don't."

Joshua Hong's intent gaze is far from unsavory. Even if it was more perverse in nature, you think you'd feel drunk off the same amount of power it fills you with and you haven't had a single drop of alcohol yet. A swear word escapes under your breath at the dampness of your back — and elsewhere — before sending the admiring man a demure smile of acknowledgement and turning once more to Seungkwan.

"You were criticizing my shoes earlier?"

"'Cause you can barely walk in them!"

"Then let's put these bad boys to good use."

Your friend can only shake his head as you stride away. He'll keep an occasional eye on you from afar for the rest of the night but he has a hunch things will be… fine. He hopes. Wonwoo did say Joshua was a decent man, after all.

He'll have to be… if he's willing to put up with you, Seungkwan thinks to himself with a cringe as he watches. 

Vernon hands over a much appreciated beer and he sidles up to the unbothered man's side, jutting his chin out in your direction and asking, "Are you ready for some entertainment?"

"Yo, always bro."

"Cheers to that."

Meanwhile, you've made it to the new company without stumbling once — something you're very proud of. You nod at Joshua. Nothing more than a soft flutter of eyelashes, alerting him that you're aware of his presence but indulging in nothing more. Instead, you choose to lean comfortably into his companion's space.

"Hi Woo, care to share?"

The bespectacled man wordlessly offers his nearly empty glass of wine, always easygoing and ever perceptive. Unlike his best friend who never fails to be endearing but can't take a hint to save his life. One of the many reasons why Mingyu has never succeeded as a wingman —  unfathomably clumsy but still loveable in all aspects to steal everyone's heart involved.

You finish the rest of Wonwoo's drink off with a satisfied hiss at the taste but not without a snort. "I didn't mean that, silly."

He cracks a smile, returning the teasing with a fake, reproaching scold of your name. "Could've told me you wanted to steal my buddy and not drain all my alcohol!"

Joshua laughs — loud and clear above the din of noises surrounding you. It has an air of gracefulness to it and you're sure the club brightens in a way that's totally not from the strobe lights going crazy.

"So, this is Seungkwan's friend…"

You jab Wonwoo's side with a huff. "Hey, I'm much more than that!"

"If it's any consolation," Joshua cuts in with another laugh and a handshake, taking on a self introduction. "I'm just some guy named Joshua. Hope that doesn't disappoint."

"Just some guy, huh? One that wears a Royal Oak?" 

He thrillingly doesn't let go of your hand, keeping a firm but gentle grasp when turning it with his to properly glance at the notorious status symbol wrapped around it. The steel casing glints just as fiercely as the sapphire glass over white gold hour-markers embedded on its face. 

"Yep, still just some guy that's called Josh. Joshua Hong, to be exact. Scared you off yet?" 

"I wear heels that have a one hundred percent chance of breaking my ankle to a place where there's a terrible combo of dancing and drinks. But you think I'd be scared by a pretty boy wearing thirty-some jewels around his wrist?"

He steals another appreciative look up and down your body. Not as fiery as the first one but still bold without shame, striking another bolt of heat that flashes through your veins and simmers in your lower abdomen. 

"Taste. And bite. I'd expect nothing less from someone like you."

"Someone like me?" you scoff as he winks, taking a step back and extending your arm as far as it will go with the notion for you to follow.

"Dance with me?"

Wonwoo had quietly faded into the background and slipped away for another refill. Smart guy. There's no one to worry about leaving behind when you accept this unfamiliar man's invitation and let him whisk you in the direction of the dancefloor. But not before catching Seungkwan's mild and supportive yet watchful gaze before he raises his beer in a mock salute.

It's almost cute at how inept Joshua is maneuvering through the tumultuous flow and ebb of moving bodies compared to said good friend. The way his taller frame looks more like a poor cruise ship tossed helplessly in the waves of the ocean than the stationary lighthouse and its reassuring beacon you'd expect causes a chuckle.

"You're almost as bad at this as I am."

He shoots an apologetic smile at the same time someone once again jostles his shoulder, pushing him closer into you. "Nightclubs really aren't my scene."

You're not complaining about the aided proximity that lets you hear what he says without strain. Although you do try to match the beat as it changes to something more sensual yet still playful. Going along with the rhythm of the other dancers rather than against much smoother than Joshua's awkward attempt to mimic. He sticks behind you, failing to hide the blatant mesmerization at how you sway effortlessly to the beat.

"You're not bad at this at all."

You shrug. "I've been here often enough to blend in better than most. So tell me, what's a rich boy's usual scene then? Shanqin Bay's clubhouse?"

"Hah, you wanna come with me sometime and find out?"

"Only if you can promise a fun experience… oh," you throw a smirk at him over your shoulder, "and to cover all the costs, of course."

"A pretty thing like you would have anyone saying yes and wrapped around your little finger." 

"Maybe, but only if they're worth my attention."

"Afraid to disappoint yet again when I spend most hours of the day in the operating room."

You turn abruptly to face him, grateful for the hand that shoots out to support your elbow despite his surprise at your dubious side-eye. "Are you a doctor?"

"Maybe."

"Director's son?"

"Cliché enough for you yet?"

"I recall someone who's wearing a Royal Oak saying I had good taste so I'm not going to complain. Though it would have been quite the story to hear you were the one under the knife," you take a step closer and slip a finger underneath his silver chain to tempt him closer, "to end up looking this good." When large hands hesitate to land on your hips, you raise an eyebrow. "Thought a surgeon would have a steadier grip."

"Oh." Brown eyes flicker with a carnal desire, focusing on your lips. "You expect me to be a rich, talented playboy and not be naturally handsome too?" 

"Sorry, Doctor Hong but there has to be at least something wrong with you."

The polite smile he'd been wearing all night quirks up at the corners, changing into something more on edge. A little dangerous. Beckoning excitement. He spins you back around, hands solidly landing on your sides — this time without reserve — to prevent your lower bodies from touching and changes the subject back to when you approached Wonwoo and him.

"Do you always take drinks from guys?"

"Ah, hm. Just the good ones."

"Good alcohol?" His breath is hot against the ear he's speaking directly into. "Or… good boys?"

Biting your lower lip does nothing to hide the unfettered glee you're feeling. "Alcohol, of course." A breathy sigh and you take the leap. "Want a taste?"

There's no need to ask twice. It's like the right key turning its lock. The doctor's initial awkward movements are nowhere to be found as one hand smoothly leaves your hip, turning your chin toward him to meet you halfway with his lips ready to brush against yours. 

At the last minute, he backs off and turns your chin to its original position of facing forward with a smirk you can't see. Who cares about a missed kiss when his other hand slides across your stomach? Urging you to press your ass backwards and grind against the very obvious bulge that his khakis do nothing to hide.

Its growing hardness and promising length cause you to automatically moan, arching your back with the feral need to feel more. Your head tilts to the side, hips swiveling and swaying not to the beat but the rise of his cock. The position willingly grants Joshua access to lick, suck, and bite at the exposed skin. 

He hums along to the music with a melodic voice from what you can hear, though you find more enjoyment in the consistent vibrations against your neck. A naughty hand plays with the tucked-in hem of your blouse and an occasional finger teasingly slips under the waistline of your jeans.

You can now feel Joshua's smirk when in turn, your fingers tangle in the bottom hairs of his mullet. His lips curl up, moving to nibble behind your other ear and breathe in your scent. As delightfully predicted, there's a distinct pull by your rings when you tug them free from the strands that has him pausing. Eliciting a sharp hiss and equally as sharp — but appreciative — thrust against your backside. 

In retaliation, the lax hand caressing your throat tightens around it ever so slightly while he growls in your ear, "You said there has to be something wrong with me, right?"

"Mhm, oh yeah. Totally."

"Wanna fuck around and find out, beautiful?"

Hook, line, and sinker was damn right, Boo Seungkwan. Of course, the devil would be wearing a shirt the same shade as the sky where heaven's clouds make their home.

And you eagerly take the forbidden fruit — his hand, once again — and teeter after him. The red flags are already starting to fly at full mast but into the dimly lit hallway you go, elated to find an empty and quiet corner right before the stairs leading down to the bathrooms.

Underneath the neon glow of the exit sign, Joshua pins you against the wall with your arms laying on his shoulders. If you thought the attacks from his mouth were rough on the dance floor, they turn ten times more animalistic now that he has something to support you with other than strong arms and big hands. A pair of soft lips and the warm wet tongue between them contrast with the digging in of his teeth that follow your necklace chain to its adorning pendant. 

It hangs in the v-neck window of your blouse and he lets out a tiny grunt of displeasure at the breasts being concealed away by the fabric and its many buttons. That doesn't stop him from tugging the bottom of the shirt free like a petulant child, nothing preventing his fingers now free to tickle and feel up the bare skin beneath. 

This man is good at distraction. You don't think much of the light grazing beneath your tits, only a fleeting and casual touch. It feels so good when he cups under them like an additional support for the bra you're wearing and squeezes, causing you to keen and push yourself further into him. Then quick as lightning, one hand sneaks around the back to unhook the bra's clasp and the other deftly unbuttons your jeans.

"Joshua!" you squeak in protest, stepping back and pressing flat against the wall. You're quick to rush and slap a hand against your chest to keep the beloved strapless bra that's served you well from falling to the ground. "Is your red flag undressing someone in public?"

"Only if you insist 'cause surely I would never decline such a request being the gentleman that I am." The doctor makes no further move despite the way he licks his lips and teases, only chuckling at the menacing way you squint. "Just know my full intentions are to be touching all over and especially under whatever layers you're wearing very shortly."

There's no use hiding the whine that escapes when he places a hand on the wall next to you and leans in with a smirk.

"However, sweetheart… " 

You catch his line of sight dart off to the left and your heart plummets, the fear of being left high and dry (wet) setting in. "Josh — "

"You'll have to forgive this rich boy's schemes. You see, I've always been very spoiled and just have to take what I want right away. And you're much too irresistible…" 

He speaks casually. Like your jeans weren't suddenly unzippered and he isn't currently running a tantalizing finger on the fabric below the waistband of your panties, causing them to soaken further down. Way more than they already had and almost where you need him but also not even close in the slightest. 

"Though as a rich boy," he continues, "I'm more than familiar with providing a small courtesy here and there. Would this club's filthy bathroom offer enough privacy for you, gorgeous?"

"… Only if you make sure I'm presentable enough to get down there… and back up here after, for when I have to leave with my friends."

Joshua's eyes widen before he's throwing his head back and laughing, bright and cheery like he's not going to rearrange your guts. "So you don't expect to go home with me? Maybe I won't be such a walking red flag to you."

"Doubtful. Now fix me up, Doctor." 

"With pleasure." 

It's not like there are as many people milling about as in the main area. Still, it's good to be conscientious. The same adept hands re-fasten your top undergarment efficiently. When he ducks his head to kindly fix your pants — which is sort of hot — you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear for shit-and-giggles to gauge his reaction.

"You know there's a front clasp too."

He glances up from where he's eye-level with your covered breasts, eyes darkening. Bingo. 

"What a little whore we have here, hm?"

The nonchalant, degrading question and burning desire in his gaze makes your knees weaken, arousal skyrocketing. Enough that you almost throw all caution to the wind for him to fuck you. Right here, right now. But then he's pulling away, offering a palm you can't seem to refrain from taking a hold of. And ever the true picture of being a gentleman — helps you descend down the dark stairwell.

Your killer heels really do nothing for you physically (besides the threat of rolling an ankle) because it doesn't matter how tall or short you end up with them on. It's the confidence and ego that are heightened exponentially, which is all that matters. 

That's why you follow Joshua Hong into the sketchy bathroom, let him lock the door, and bat your eyelashes with a coy smile. Leaning against the sink and fussing with your blouse as he approaches like a predator eyeing up its prey. Greedily drinking in the bare skin revealed by each button that's undone until only one is still fastened — right across your tits — that the man can unclasp himself if he so chooses.

Barely anything stopped him before anyways.

And that's what also fuels you to put your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies close together. Even closer by hooking your right leg across his hip, the point of your heel digging intentionally into the back of his other thigh. It's hot and hard — the dick bulge that keeps growing pressed tightly into the snug warmth of your core — and Joshua lets you grind down and dampen his khakis for a few moments longer than expected.

"Desperate, aren't you? Didn't wanna fuck in public 'cause you're freakier behind closed doors?"

"Just a little." You fight back the urge to whimper or admit anything to him. Like you aren't humping his length that only swells more and feels achingly thicker the harder you rut against it, eyelids fluttering the few times it's able to deliciously spread your pussy lips just the slightest through your clothes. "I'm so wet — "

"The more of a mess you leave on my pants, the longer I'll have to edge you while waiting for them to dry." Joshua grins cockily at you trying to force your hips to stop themselves only to struggle pathetically in vain. "Think you'd like that. Haven't even gotten to fuck this hot little cunt yet and I'm already certain I wouldn't mind being buried in there for hours. But don't know if your friends will stick around for that long…"

"J-Josh, ah — Shua… mhm!"

"So I think you'd better behave if you know what's good for you," he stills your hips hard, "fuckin' slut."

You mewl at the hard, rude thrust that bumps your clit as if he was actually fucking you. Like goo, you let him manhandle you around so you're bent over and facing the smudged mirror, hands gripping tightly to each side of the sink basin. Aided by the reflections, you witness how he shamelessly ogles the tempting ass that's been rubbing all over him all night. And of course that means you have to perk up and wiggle your hips, giving him quite a show.

The small distance between you clears the lust cloud and you throw a smoldering glance over your shoulder. "If you fuck me with my heels on, I'll give you a chance with them off."

Joshua swats your ass — not very hard but you release a yelp of surprise. "Wasn't aware that you were running the show, sweetheart."

"It's my backside you're looking at."

"Knew you were mouthy the minute I saw you. You're aware of how kind I am, so let me give you a choice." He's anything but kind as he sighs and leans his weight over top of you. Despite the bracing strength of his arms, you feel suffocated by just being caged in between them and the overpowering scent of his cologne. "I shut you up with either my fingers in your mouth or around your throat."

Oh… decisions, decisions! Long fingers that would surely feel best deep inside your pussy but that wasn't one of the options. You purse your lips in thought and arch up, balancing the heavy cock supported by your ass and unconsciously pouting. Joshua has the audacity to look at the time while brushing back his hair and clicks his tongue.

"Wow, I'm letting you choose between sucking on my fingers like a slut or being choked like a whore and you still can't decide? What a high maintenance toy."

The urge to scoff is extremely strong. "Sucking it is then, Doctor Hong," you say sweetly and then add with a sneer, "like the perfect slut that I truly am."

"When your friends all said you were nothing but a gentle soul, I knew they were duped. Only one was partially truthful in saying you could be sassy which doesn't even come close. Little do they know there's a bratty cockwhore with quite a bite underneath all that charm."

"Haven't fucked any of them, that's why. No plans to either."

"Yeah, what was it you like — oh right, good boys?" He laughs — low, mean, and degrading. "Then what am I, sweetheart?"

"A doctor who's full of himself and needs taken down a few, ha, pegs."

"Ah, there it is." Joshua undoes the final button, slipping a curious finger beneath the bra's front hook pulling your tits together. You shiver when it snaps against your skin after he retracts, pointer finger tracing a lazy line up your throat to its final destination. "The attitude."

You willingly part your lips, lolling your tongue out mischievously to match the roll of your eyes. "Someone gets off on it."

"Is that so?" He smears the lipgloss on your lower lip by pulling it down before releasing it. "Do you think this is all a coincidence, darling?" Meeting the hardened gaze in the mirror, you shake your head. "The minute I saw such a sparkling gem on Wonwoo's story, I just had to have it for myself."

It's not hard to guess what he's referring to. A couple weeks ago, you wore enough scraps of fabric to just cover your nipples and the areas between your legs. Drinking far too much and hanging off of the WonGyu duo's broad frames while the whole gang partied it up together at Vernon's. You had even asked them to send you the videos and pictures after because damn, you did look hot as fuck.

Who knew it would be bait for an entitled pretty boy? 

"At least you waited to find me when I wasn't drunk."

"Much more fun to break someone sober."

"Glad to know consensual exists in your vocabulary."

"How about it — will you let me destroy this little pussy of yours and ruin it to keep you crawling back to me for more?"

"Sure, if you ever stop talking and actually do something — "

Joshua's quick to shut you up, almost cracking your jaw with the harsh thumb that's jammed in the corner of your mouth to prop it open. The following two fingers are thrust cruelly inside as a replacement so it can move to keep your chin steady. They're able to reach so far when pinning down your tongue, ending up wedged near the back of your throat so you're already gagging around them. 

"Most sluts behave the second I drop the nice guy act. But boy oh boy, it only makes you act up more, eh?" 

He finally does away with your bra to allow those gorgeous tits to spill out and casually rips the garment from your body like it's personally offended him. Maybe it has. Shoving it away into his back pocket and then urgently tugging your jeans down. The binding position you're left in helps keep your shaky legs in place while you cling to the sink like it's a lifeline. Upper body supported only by the cruel hold he has on your face until he yanks it back so you're flush against him instead, the cool baby-blue silk of his shirt set ablaze by your shared body heat. 

"Next time, wear something that has easier access. Or better yet… maybe nothing at all or I'll be forced to rip it off." A piercing set of eyes attempt to glare into yours that roll back delightfully despite what's likely some snark ends up sounding all jumbled. "Oh yes, there will be a next time, sweetheart. I have to train this cunt to yearn for my cock — and you don't think you'll get it that easily, right?"

Joshua chuckles darkly knowing you can't reply. But liking to be full of surprises, you relax your upper jaw while his fingers trail across your pelvis and close your lips around the ones in your mouth. Suckling and swirling once the tension in them relaxes despite the naughty thought of biting. That doesn't eliminate the occasional graze of your teeth as a threat, responding to his words in your own way.

"Just look at yourself, slobbering all over… bet you suck cock like a champ. And prolly like it real messy. How well-trained you'd look trying to balance on these pointed heels while I fuck that bratty mouth."

You moan at the visual he's painted in your head. 

"That's right, darling." There's a mean pinch to your clit followed by the man's groan at the ruined fabric squelching between his fingertips and how the covered little nub was already begging for friction. "Now tell me how long your cunt's been warming up and soaking these drenched panties?"

"Since the beginning…" you admit once he's freed your sore mouth and chooses to bully your breasts next. "When you looked at me."

He snickers, pushing your underwear to the side and petting at the bare slippery folds. Just able to barely see a small glimpse of where his actions play with your lower body in the mirror. At least your expressions make up for what he misses seeing.

"Aw, this soft pussy started drooling the minute I laid eyes on you? While I was imagining all the things I could do to these tits," the hand on one of them palms at the rounded flesh hard. "This ass," his pelvis grinds in a slow circle against it. "Mhm, and of course, this hidden gem." 

At that, a thumb brutally rubs at your clit while plunging a finger inside the warm, wet walls that eagerly pulse around it. You weren't wrong about how good the digit would feel inside, the length and stretch of its bony knuckle feeling good enough to substitute as a mini-dick when Joshua starts a slow and methodical pace with it.

"Thought about having you spread out in the backseat of my Bugatti La Voiture Noire, you'd look like a vision laying across its leather seats. And the best thing? No one can see inside so you'll get your much desired privacy while being right out in the open."

Then he's adding another finger, longer than the first. And finally one more with an additional push in and out of the others. Clearly his experience on how to work a pussy is more than helpful. Alternating between stuffing your hole full of all three or changing up the pace and number each turn. 

And of course, your chest is attended to as well. Both nipples tugged in iterations to match the rhythm of each finger spearing into your cunt, the pendant of your necklace bouncing in time. Without fail, he hits the bundle of nerves with a deadly precision that has you going slack against him.

"Maybe we should do that 'cause," he mumbles in your ear, "this filthy hole is awfully good at convincing me to spoil its owner like no one else. Let's see if it can tell me how much it'll want me to fill it up one day."

Your ears ring with the devastating screams of white noise at the sudden stop. The moans you were letting out trail off into a dissatisfied growl. His hand falls away from your upper body while the one in between your legs merely sits nice and snug, still inside but not moving. Far too relaxed, limp even.

"Joshua!"

"C'mon, weren't you listening? Convince me."

"Fuck you," is what you spit out, glaring at the challenging and impossibly smug reflection of the menace behind you. 

"You didn't say fuck off, so… I'm waiting." 

Another check at his watch like he's bored infuriates you enough to move your hips. Whining at how his fingers fail to stiffen and only follow your pitiful motions back and forth. Out of protest, you reach behind and take a harsh hold of the hard length you're able to grab.

"Watch it, darling!" Joshua flinches and the way his cock twitches dulls the venomous words that come next. "Or I'll leave you here all needy and by yourself, waiting for some other pathetic dick to hop onto in order to satiate just a little bit of this wet and slutty pussy's behaviors."

Well, that idea doesn't appeal to you whatsoever so you lean on the sink with a huff to do what needs done. It's a struggle to stay balanced on your heels while grabbing at his wrist but a small part of you knows he won't let you fall, a bicep supporting under your breasts. Revenge comes sweetly by digging your nails into the tense muscle of his forearm and leaving scratch marks that have him hissing.

And now you know for sure —  despite the doctor's incredibly huge ego and big talk, Joshua Hong's no better than a painslut.

"Hah," you breathe out and start to slowly rock your hips. "Disrespectfully, go to hell."

Ignoring the abrasive insult — because he's a demon anyways — Joshua focuses on the wet suctioning sound growing louder the faster you move. The feeling of your tits and necklace hitting his arm to the beat of your hip bounces and enjoying the view of how his fingers disappear beyond the jiggle of your asscheeks. Up into the tight heat of velvety walls as you force his hand to behave and serve your needs like one of your dildos, though they've never been this uncooperative.

"That's it. Yeah, there we go… just like that. Go ahead and make yourself cum riding my fingers, beautiful. Uh-huh, now who's using me like a little whore to get off?"

You're already losing yourself. Waiting for that rising wave to crest because despite his annoying mouth, Joshua's fingers are more than skilled enough to hurl you into a delightful climax. As long as nothing interrupts it.

"Answer me — or I'll make you choke yourself."

"Mhm…"

He likes seeing how your face contorts, moans getting louder. It's too addicting which is why he growls out, "Do it." 

It's a feat to let go of the sink but the reward is to move his arm around your bra-line to your throat, making his hand envelope it. The visual in the mirror is depraved — limbs all wrapped and tangled with each other — and your half-closed eyes taunt the searing gaze in the mirror, repeating his words right back. 

"Why not do it yourself, Doctor?"

"Are you some sort of succubus or what?" He spits out the question like it's the germs on the toilet seat next to you. Freeing himself momentarily from the grip of your hand and your cunt, the man's at least nice enough to assuage the pissed off whine with a consoling lick up your neck and tugs impatiently at your pants. "Take these off."

"Go fuck yourself," you mutter darkly with half the mind to walk out of there. But you do as he says, quickly shimmying them off while your clit buzzes and twitches angrily at the neglect of stimulation again. 

Joshua's eyes don't look away, his hands steadying your hips and your pussy aching when you hear how he slowly slurps on his fingers to clean them. Once you step back into your heels, he throws the jeans over his shoulder. 

"Careful with the phone," you threaten. 

Joshua snorts and bends over to secure a strap for you — sucking harshly on the skin of your thigh as a "you're welcome" but pulling away before your hands can tangle in his hair and keep him down there. 

"Wrong thing to say to someone who likes broken and expensive things. Shouldn't you be warning me not to break something else?" Suddenly, your other shoe dangles precariously off your foot when he uses a strong hand to lift and support your leg onto the sink's surface. "Like this poor pussy?" 

The straining burn in your muscles and the added chill of the porcelain is all alleviated by harsh rubbing at the tender skin of your entrance. Middle and pointer finger eagerly prying sloppy pussy lips apart once again.

"Ah, but I might enjoy that." 

A clear glob of arousal drips from your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. Joshua leers hungrily past your shoulder at the mirror's erotic display of your exposed cunt and the wetness shining under the buzz of the bathroom's fluorescent lights.

"Dirty and yet it's such a pretty little jewel. Sparkling and glistening so, so lovely that I can't wait to watch it shatter while playing with it."

Finally, all three fingers from before work in tandem to scissor repeatedly inside of your tight warmth without forgiveness. This time, the devil has nothing but good intentions to send you over the peak of pleasure. His eyes can't stop feasting on the raunchy way your greedy hole gobbles up his fingers. The loud squelches accompanying his motions echo around the small enclosed space, mixing with the warm breath hitting the side of his cheek from your gasping moans.

Joshua thinks it's mighty cute how puffy your outer pussy lips grow and struggle to spread around the thick and long digits shoved inside plus the onslaught of his thumb bullying your clit. The angle shows the slightest bulge of them relentlessly stroking the bundle of nerves that has your leg twitching from the sheer pleasure.

He focuses on bringing you there, all on what you're feeling rather than his own pleasure because you have the most convincing cunt ever that deserves to be ravaged by a large, girthy cock. A shame it has to wait because he cannot give in so easily. But you're definitely a piece of work. Joshua likes that. 

"Gonna keep making a mess on my fingers, darling? Leave 'em all sweet and wet enough for me to wrap around my dick later and pretend it's your pussy instead."

You'll be the death of him when your head rolls into the crease of his neck, drool dampening the skin as you mouth senselessly at the vein protruding beneath. There's a sharp sting — the certain kind he hasn't felt in a very long time. A telltale warning of a hickey, the beautiful colors of red and purple already rushing to the surface and decorated by little nips of your teeth after you soothe the pain with your tongue.

No one marks up Joshua Hong. Sure, he's had lipstick stains before but those can easily be swiped off with a handkerchief and washed away in the shower. He can't help but smirk though, knowing when he eventually wipes your sticky lipgloss off, something of you will remain for a bit.

However you can't go without a little punishment. If you can even call it that when he returns to wrapping a hand around your throat. Anyone else who dared to leave a mark would be walked away from. But you — you simply lose enough oxygen causing your head to spin more pleasantly than it already is. 

And you claw at his forearm, scratching it up ten times more to serve as a further reminder for Joshua to look at. You're by no means urging him to stop but to earnestly keep going while simultaneously searching for something — anything — to anchor you down as you float into an almost unconscious state of pure ecstasy. 

It's by far the strongest, most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced. Becoming nothing but a bag of bones in his arms as your walls pulsate around his fingers and the fruitful expenditure of your release drips down his wrist.

He stays in that position, unable to move anyways with the vice-like grip of your spasming cunt cramping his fingers. Instead, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible by squeezing and releasing the pressure on your throat over and over again. The true picture of debauchery — heaven and sin mixed in one — and he kind of wishes for a third arm to take a photo for a keepsake. 

Everything in your body aches deliciously. You feel both refreshed and exhausted when you finally come to and even then Joshua supports your weak body as you try to regain control over your wits and whereabouts.

"Pants," you croak out and wave him off when he tries to gentlemanly assist. Which he still kind of has to when you almost topple face-first on legs that feel like jelly. "Bra." 

Joshua's a little less enthusiastic to hand that over, bitter sarcasm lacing his words. "Wow, won't even grant me a souvenir?"

"Boo-hoo," you gripe back and pretend not to notice the eyes glued to the way your tits bounce when adjusting the garment around them. Turning to look in the mirror, you work on dulling the "just got fingered in the bathroom" appearance. "It's not like you need one and it seems even less likely you'll keep anything from a stranger, especially lingerie."

"Hm, I like how well you read me."

"Of course you do, fuels that large privileged ego. Don't get used to it. But, want me to do something about that one though?"

He coughs at the rather suggestive insult, shifting his pants and shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide the messy boner you're referencing. "Guess I did a great job if you're begging for it already."

"Oh, for goodness sake I'm being courteous."

"Cute." 

Joshua admits it almost like he's startled by the words that escape his mouth. Further surprising both of you with a clumsy, sloppy kiss to the cheek when he leans over to fasten the top button of your blouse. As if embarrassed, he's already halfway out the door when he remembers to mention, "I'll be thinking of you darling, look forward to your call!"

You're left staring at the saliva spot reflected on your cheek in shock. And then, you wipe it off with the rest of the accumulated sweat to make yourself a bit more presentable and then head back to the club as naturally as possible.

Dr. Hong is seemingly nowhere in sight as expected. You figure it would be hard to return with a raging boner despite the low lighting and he probably left through the back exit to likely jerk off in his ridiculously expensive car. The visual of white ropes of cum streaming past the steel band of the Royal Oak around his wrist haunts your mind, making your aching core buzz to life again and your sticky panties even grosser.

Out of pure spite, you hope he stains his shirt too. 

Luckily, Seungkwan is still at the bar when you wobble over in search of him. He shouts your name in mock shock, assessing your appearance with pursed lips and eyeballing your figure dubiously. 

"You look like hell."

"Yeah?" you laugh it off as nonchalantly as possible, unaware of the phone in your back pocket lighting up with a returned text message from a newly saved number and a scandalous picture attached. "I just got back."

onlyseokmins: July 2023 ©

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

hello!!! Absolutely loved that last work or urs from my request! It was so cute!!

And umm I was wondering if u could do something with “When He Smiles.” for Monkey King Reborn as well pls? I was thinking something like reader complimenting him and just telling him how pretty his smile is? Like mans has the cutest and prettiest little smile and damn do I just wanna compliment him tell him how pretty he looks! But ya do with this what u pls also gender neutral or female reader is good 👍 whatever u prefer

Reborn!Wukong: When He Smiles.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes: I HAD STARTED THIS ONE FUCKING IMMEDIATELY AND OFC I HAD TO PUT THE GIF! LOOK AT HIM! (This is the reason I used this gif) I'm so happy that you enjoyed it so much, and I hope you love this one too. Thank you and everyone so much for all the love, support, and requests. ❤️

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“I'll probably go back to the Celestial Realm,” you sighed softly, looking at the night sky with a small frown, something that made Wukong’s subtle content turn to a deep frown. 

“Not looking forward to it?”

“No, not really,” you looked at him with an awkward smile. “But, ya know, it’s home. Such is life,”

“Come with me,” his lips moved on their own. His words caught you off guard and when you looked at him, he was looking at you with slightly wide eyes as well. He quickly looked away and cleared his throat as you did. “I mean, if you want to.”

“I thought I was a nuisance?” you teased him, looking at the view. 

“Yeah, well. A nuisance I got used to,” he glanced at you as you did the same. 

“You really think you'll miss me so much?” you couldn't help but smile, but when he laughed a bit and smiled so effortlessly at you? You felt your heart go BOOM. Your poor heart felt like it would jump out of your chest when you saw him smile at you like that.

“I guess you could say that,” his smile shrunk a bit, somehow making him look even more adorable.

“I couldn't,” you blushed and shook your head, looking down. It wasn't the problem, though, you more than could… you just-  “I don't want to be a bother.”

“I'm the one that suggested it, idiot,” he chuckled and held your chin, making you look at him. “You think I'd ask you to stay with me if I didn't want you there?”

“Um… well,” you stuttered, looking into his eyes, unable to form proper words with your blood rushing to your cheeks. “Um…” 

“Well?” he smirked a bit and raised a brow. “Forget how to talk?” he mused. 

“No!” you said a little too loudly, which resulted in you covering your mouth. You both looked to see if your shout disturbed the others in their slumber, but it luckily didn't faze any of them. Pigsy turned on his back, yes, but that was about it. You both sighed softly in relief and stared at each other for a second before quietly snickering with each other. 

That was close.

“Didn't think you could be so loud,” he taunted, which didn't help with your blush.

“Anyway,” you tried to change the subject. “How come you offered to take me with you anyway?”

“Well, no one can make you go back to the Celestial Realm if you don't want to go,” he stated with an indifferent shrug.

“But Buddha-” 

“Did he tell you to not go anywhere else when you're finished with your mission?” He raised a brow. 

He got ya there.

“I guess not,” you rubbed the back of your head before looking at him a bit more determined. “Alright then, after we get the scriptures, I’ll go with you to Flower Fruit Mountain.”

“Okay,” he said with a slight and content smile.

“Okay,” you returned the smile before your brain caught up with you and you turned away. You both looked at the night sky in silence before you moved closer to the Monkey King whilst not looking at him.

“I guess the real reason is that I wanna spend more time with you,” he said stubbornly as he stole a glance at you.

“I'd like that too,” you smiled to yourself. 

“Good to know,” he nodded slightly, a tiny blush on his usually stoic face.

“Mhm,” you gave a curt nod. 

From there, let's just say that your relationship with Wukong got… far more interesting.

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Thinking about James/Remus and seriously questioning why it's not a thing cause

1) the whole sun/moon lore I was talking about earlier

2) their shipname would be somn like "moonchaser" or "sunreader" or somn

3) it fits right into the running gag that James has a thing for people being mean to him

4) imagine all the possible angst mhmm mhmm Remus pining over James, finding out he likes his best friend, finding out she likes him back, losing him again and again ooooohhhhh just

5) but they're also perfect cause all Remus ever needs is to be loved and all James knows is to love someone else

6) ok but leave the angst, focus on the fluff. The possibilities omg friends to lovers just this time (minus all the usual angst that comes in wolfstar) and they're both just dumb oblivious idiots in love and it's so cute

7) thinking about all of this now I think what you said is right, people don't ship Remus with anyone other than Sirius but I think that's cause Sirius actually doesn't have many ships left then? Cause think about it like this: Sunreader, Bartylus, Marylily, Evan and Emmeline, Panda and Xeno, where does that leave Sirius? Sure Pete is there but...

8) ooooh ok going down this pipeline, for your consideration: Peter and Sirius. Omg it would make the "Sirius put in trial instead of Peter" thing sooooo much more ansgty ohhoo my brain is reeling rn

9) ok focusing back on moonchaser. They would make such a cute couple honestly. James would read all the books Remus reads and leaves lil doodles for him to find later. He would go to all the quidditch practices he can to support his bf. And he would right poetry and stuff about how hot James is.

10) ohhh They would share glasses omggg poor Remus grows up thinking everyone has shit vision then one day he wears James's as a joke and voila the world in HD

I'm so ngl, your influence on my brain has become on the best influences it has ever had cause omg all this potential all this angst and fluff I love this new me mhmm mhmm

hsirbdij omggggg I love this sm!!! thank you for sharing your brain with me.

sunreader sounds so gorgeous. I'm going insane. I love love LOVE the name!

1) yeah are literally the sun and the moon! they are perfect!

3) lmao. so true. I love the idea of remus being super sarcastic towards james and james swoons at every mean comment and tries very hard not to (he fails miserably)

4) urghhhhh not the unrequited feelings while having to be a supportive bestie trope (my beloved). I can imagine how mad it drives remus to watch them like each other, but being to scared to admit it. imagine the heartbreak when remus sees harry alias the combination of his parents

5) yesss. remus needs someone to love him even through all of his flaws, someone who isn't his parents and james who is literally the embodiment of love

6) "everyone can see it, but them" trope fr. it's them idfk

7) you make a fair point, but there are sooooooo many characters living in the marauders characters that no one ever uses. you could ship sirius with so many characters that no one ever talks abt (I'm currently working on a post with all the characters that I could find so that they're all in one place)

8) peter and sirius my loves <3 no one talks about them (me included whoops-). they have such a big angst potential that people just seem to be ignoring (once again bc most people refuse to leave the wolfstar bubble and just refuse to ship peter with anyone in general)

9) they would be the definition of tooth rotting fluff. they would make everyone sick with how sweet they are. couple goals fr

10) remus is me fr. the day I got my glasses was eye-opening lmao

glad to see that I have this kind of effect on people. I said it to you before but I'll say it again: welcome to the way more funnier side of being a multishipper hehehehe

also: I think I'm in love with you. marry pls, I'm begging 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 (/j... unless)

[starmocha]

SYLUS AND HIS LITTLE BIRDIE WILL BE THE DEATH OF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

he trusts his girls so much

HE TEACHES HER BOXING 😭😭😭😭

pls I'm just imagining that giant of a man teaching his tiny little princess how to evade or throw a proper punch, trying not to chuckle at the angry little faces she'd pull

Oh mephie ♥️ listen, after learning he went to personally warn mc that sylus wouldn't stop watching the little movie they made together, I think that poor mechanical crow is more than happy to be little birdie's personal bodyguard/babysitter

he probably needs some therapy for enduring sylusmc pre little birdie era

XAV YOU ADORABLE IDIOT ♥️♥️♥️

poor jeremiah can't get one little break 😂 man I hasd a crush on my one of my parents' friends growing up and I remember blushing and hiding every time he visited. can confirm my dad would sulk and my mom would make fun of him for it 😂😂😂

why it'd be so on brand for him to send her to an all girls high school only to have it backfire so spectacularly on him????

cackling at the poor pizza boy casually shooting his shot without knowing he could've actually lost his life for it

i hope you know you're an awesome writer and I personally think your xav's very much in character, even in headcanons ♥️

i know nothing about the 6li, not even about the rumors, but i always headcanon the lis as girl!dad's first 'cause i find it cute but i love it when they're boy!dads too. I love baby fics in general, it's a problem. although I gotta say girl!dad sylus sort of became canon to me, like it's ingrained into my head that he and mc would have a baby girl. tbh i do see him taking the twins under his wing as his solo-parenting era. then mc comes along and they're both parenting them and it's funny 'cause they start listening to mc waaaay more. i think he even sends her a text pouting about it. 😂😂

LOL Anon, IDK if you've done the Mountain Journey event during the Wander in Wonder banner or not, but this is how I imagine Sylus reacting every time his daughter "punches him"

He'd be messing with her so much while also being supportive (???). As I've mentioned before, Sylus adores her feistiness and when she gets angry. She looks just like her mom then 😭😭😭

LOL Mephie adores little Birdie for sure. They're best buddies...unless he upsets her. In which case, he lowkey gets war flashbacks to tailing MC lmao

I'M GLAD YOU LIKE HOW I WRITE XAVIER. Because no fr, idk what happened, but I've managed to convince myself I'm too scared to write Xav and Raf. 🥺 Like writing Sylus, Zayne and Caleb feel so natural to me, but when I write Xavier and Rafayel, I am so hyper-aware to the point I am second-guessing myself. Last December, I did a Christmas series for the first four guys, and I'm not even kidding, on the days I had to write Xavier and Rafael, I would play all of their memories while I write so I could get their characterization right lollll that's how stressed I get writing them lmaooo

The fandoms disagree with a lot of things, but somehow we're all on board with Sylus being a girl dad lmaooo I did in a few fics allude to Sylus being a boy dad, too, but that wasn't the main focus so I didn't really explore it as much.

Now personally, I never saw the twins as their "children" in any sense of the word. They're all in their twenties, so it feels odd to me. But I do like the "found family" trope attributed to them. I think that's sweet.

[cacoetheswriting]

pearl: october 1985

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.3k summary: rebuilding your friendship with eddie was easy. trying to remain just friends is hard, but how do you tell him that?

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, idiots in love, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities, reader has nightmares - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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“Anything you need, you just call me, okay?” You say to the young girl, “No matter the time of day, no matter where you are or if you think you’ll be interrupting me, just call.”

“Thanks.” Eleven mutters and does her best to offer you a smile.

“You and I, we gotta stick together, El.” You pull her in for a short lived hug. “Only we know what this feels like and we gotta support each other.”

“I’ll call you. I promise,” she assures before walking over to say goodbye to her friends.

By the time the Byers’ house is empty, boxes and bags packed into the car, everyone is crying. There’s some more hugs and you watch them drive off, holding onto Nancy. Once the car is out of sight, Steve asks you both to come over, hang out with him and Robin for a bit. It’s a request you politely decline. Going through a rollercoaster of emotions this afternoon, there was only one place you truly wanted to be.

Things between Eddie and you were pretty much back to normal. Ever since the incident at Starcourt Mall, you two were inseparable. Everywhere you went, there the metalhead followed — as if he was afraid something would happen if you were apart.

Eddie only ever left you alone to sleep, but even then it was only a couple of nights a week. Convincing him to stay with you wasn’t hard, convincing him to share a bed with you was even easier, and having Eddie by your side most nights helped you not only fall asleep but also stay asleep.

The horrible dreams you had earlier this year of the Demodogs, as described to you by the kids, were nothing compared to the nightmares you had been having ever since the events from the start of July. Witnessing the horrors of the Upside Down first hand… no one could have prepared you for that. And now, almost every single night, you woke up panting or actually screaming.

The first time you had a nightmare around Eddie, you borderline gave him a heart attack. The poor boy jumped out of bed, ready to tackle whatever intruder he perceived had broken into your bedroom. What he found instead was you, sitting hunched over in your bed with tears streaming down your face.

To this day, you hadn't told the metalhead what actually happened the night of the 4th of July. You decided along with the rest of the group that it was better he didn’t know the truth. Not only was this your way of protecting him, you figured even if you did try to explain, Eddie probably wouldn’t believe you. 

So you lied and said you’d been having nightmares ever since your dad died and he was kind enough not to press on the matter further.

Life with Eddie was easy, it always had been. Aside from your persistent nightmares, you quickly slipped back into your best friend dynamic and the remainder of the summer was uneventful. Only your feelings for him grew stronger. Past the platonic mark you were hovering over when you left for college; when you first kissed him.

You didn’t know how to tell him or if you should say anything in the first place. After all, you just got your friendship back to what it used to be and you sure as hell weren’t going to be the one to jeopardise that. He had the letters. He read them. There was nothing more to it.

But Eddie Munson never made anything easy for you. With his lingering touches, heartwarming stares. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he still loved you too.

And you say “still” because, even though the metalhead never admitted it out loud, you’re ninety-nine percent sure he once did — if the kiss you shared was any indication, however contrived it may have been, under the circumstances. 

“Say your goodbyes?” Eddie asks when you appear in his room. He’s sitting on his bed, legs spread out in front of him and a copy of Lord of the Rings in his hands. He sets the book to the side when you plop next to him, head instantly attaching itself to his shoulder like a magnet.

“Yeah,” you exhale, “I hate goodbyes.”

“Me too,” he mutters as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “But this time it’s for the best, you know? The girl needs to get away for a while. Honestly, I didn’t even know Hopper had a kid and then for him to just die in that fire, leaving her all alone—”

Eddie bites his tongue and glances down at you. “Let’s talk about something else,” he offers and you meet his gaze.

“Like what?”

He licks his lips, pondering the question for a moment. You can’t help but to avert your gaze to where his tongue pressed against his pretty mouth. A certain warm feeling settles in your core as you wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

“How about I read to you?”

You raise an eyebrow, but the metalhead doesn’t wait for your protest — not like he would’ve gotten one anyway. He reaches for the novel he previously set aside and opens to the desired page. He clears his throat while you settle your head back on his shoulder, patiently waiting for him to start.

“Beautiful she is, sir! Lovely! Sometimes like a great tree in flower, sometimes like a white daffadowndilly, small and slender like.” Eddie enunciates, the tone of his voice completely intoxicating.

“Hard as di’monds, soft as moonlight. Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars. Proud and far-off as a snow-mountain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime…”

Every word that spills from his lips is like honey and you’re completely hooked.

“It strikes me that folk takes their peril with them into Lorien, and finds it there because they’ve brought it. But perhaps you could call her perilous, because she’s so strong in herself.”

Eddie pauses. You can sense him shift in his position ever so slightly to look at you, so you look up to meet his doe eyes, a smile creeping up on your features.

“Why did you stop? Keep going.”

He licks his lips although doesn’t say what’s on his mind. Instead, he continues with the book like you ask. “You, you could dash yourself to pieces on her, like a ship on a rock; or drownd yourself, like a hobbit in a river.”

And as he reads, you start to zone out. You can feel yourself drift away. The soothing sound of his voice is putting you to sleep, but just as your eyes are about to close, you hear something.

“But neither rock nor river would be to blame—”

You press your index finger to Eddie’s mouth, getting him to stop. He’s clearly puzzled, quickly taking it in his hand, moving it to the side, only so slightly since the sensation of your skin against his lips makes his heart skip a beat. But he doesn’t dwell on the feeling, afraid to ruin things when they’ve just gotten good, instead shooting you a quizzical look.

“Thought you wanted me to keep going, princess.”

You ignore him. “Can you hear that?”

Eddie’s silent for a split second. Then he says, “Oh, that’s just Wayne. He must have the radio on.”

“Yeah, obviously. I’m talking about the song that’s playing.”

The two of you shift your attention to the door separating Eddie’s bedroom from the remainder of the trailer, though still holding onto one another in some way. The physical touch making up for time lost, you tell yourself, but the reason is clearly much different.

Now that you’re both completely quiet, the unmistakable voice of Janis Joplin seeps in through the small crack. ‘From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun. There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.’

You look back at each other almost in an instant and Eddie chuckles, your own giggle follows shortly after. Lighthearted and pure. The situation isn’t necessarily funny, but in this moment, you are both so happy to simply be around each other, the laughter engulfs you whole. And as you’re laughing, you’re inclining even closer to one another.

Then the laughter dies down.

Eddie’s cupping your cheek while your fingers wrap around his wrist, holding him in place. His nose slides down the side of yours and his lips are inches away as they part. Yet it’s not until his hot breath sends a shiver down your spine that you realise what’s about to happen, and more importantly, how much you want it. You’re practically aching with anticipation.

Eddie’s got this look in his eyes, dark and needy. His pupils dilate the longer he stares and it makes you think he wants you too, desperately. You inhale softly, mind racing ‘cause this is a line that you only crossed once back in November and ever since then, you’ve been dancing around the topic, unspoken, untouched. Crossing it again had many possible outcomes — all equally terrifying and exhilarating.

His gaze drops to your lips and your heart flutters in your chest.

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s a whisper, but you hear it as loud as screaming. The question rattles through every fibre of your being and you nod, once, twice. Slow and steady, as you open your mouth to give him a verbal answer.

But before you get a chance, there’s a knock on Eddie’s bedroom door and he drops his hand from your face instantly before pulling away. He clears his throat and suddenly you’re hyper-aware of your surroundings ‘cause he slides off the bed completely avoiding eye contact, completely avoiding the question he’s just asked.

“Yeah?” Eddie calls out, getting up on his feet.

Wayne bops his head in, not fully opening the door. He glances between the two of you, a knowing smirk circling his moustache-covered lips, before his eyes settle on his nephew.

“Headin’ out for a little while. Need anythin’?”

Eddie says no, answering for the two of you. Wayne nods his head and following a swift goodbye, telling you both to be good, he disappears just as fast as he made his appearance. Door closing with a gentle thud.

An awkward silence settles in the air once you are alone with the metalhead again. 

Eddie scratches the back of his neck, gaze settling on the hem of your skirt, where the material ends and your bare leg starts. He swallows his breath, Adam’s apple bobbing. You watch your best friend attentively, afraid of being the first one that speaks. Afraid of asking what’s on his mind, if he wants to continue what you both started before you were unexpectedly interrupted.

That’s not to say the metalhead also wasn’t spinning out, ‘cause he most definitely was. His quiet demeanour was specifically to cover up the fact that he didn’t know what to say now that the moment was gone. 'Cause it was gone... right?

Can I kiss you?, his earlier question rattles inside his brain. Eddie thinks you would’ve said yes, after all, you were nodding. But if he asked again now, would you still want to do it? Would you let him kiss you?

Jesus, why was he so bad at this.

“Uhm,” he sighs, leaning against the edge of his desk. “I-I… Fuck, princess, I-I don’t want to do anything to ruin what we just got back.”

He finally looks up to meet your gaze. “I really, really don’t.”

“I don’t either, Eds.” You say to him and hope he can detect the honesty in your voice, knees now pressed to your chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. “We lost a lot of time.”

“That we did,” he agrees.

“I feel guilty about it.”

“Me too.”

He stares at you, brown-eyes full of sorrow. Your heart aches at the sad, puppy-dog face he’s sporting. All you want is to reach for him, but you’re frozen in place. Glued to the bed, holding your own limbs. And it’s moments like these that make you want to take back everything that’s happened this last year. The kiss, the fight, the months of not speaking. Take back the things that have now become topics you haven’t really talked about. Topics that you both brushed over, then brushed under the carpet.

You know it’s bad to hold shit in, but avoidance has been a third-party in your friendship with Eddie pretty much from day one.

“So, what do you wanna do, princess?” Eddie asks, hopeful.

“We can just take it day by day, I guess. I mean, I know how I feel about you,” you answer honestly, “I also know that it’s a scary world out there and I’d rather have you as just a friend than nothing at all.”

A smile breaks through the brunette’s features. He stumbles forward, settling back on the bed next to you with a small bounce. He reaches for your hand, forcing his fingers between your knuckles and squeezing gently. You tilt your head and he matches your movements, pretty eyes meeting yours.

“I know how I feel about you too, princess.”

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& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys

[ryuichirou]

Replies

But also some news!

First of all, I wanted to remind you that my pricelist will be updated by the end of the week, so please feel free to message me if you want to take a slot to commission me with my current prices!

Second of all, we got our twitter account back! We ended up deleting that one post that twitter didn’t like (yes, the one that doesn’t have anything explicit or any nudity on it), which obviously sucks, but at least now we can jump back to posting more or less regularly.

And now that this situation is over, I can say about the thing that honestly tickled me: the last person who wrote a callout post on me right before our acc got locked (=the person who very likely caused the massreporting in the first place) got accused of grooming a 13 y.o. and had their account terminated the very next day. What a great illustration of how the fandom climate works, right? Hilarious.

Alright, replies replies. Some about Fellow and Gidel, some about Rook, Idia, a little bit of Lilia and some miscellaneous asks.

Anonymous asked:

wait, Fellow is it a good idea for Gidel to write?? Isn't he illiterate?? (I might be wrong on the writing part, but I'm pretty sure Gidel is said to be unable to speak because he didn't get an education :(, r.i.p to the poor boy)

But look at it, Anon! He clearly writes, and like a typical doctor as well! A highly educated man!

(Yeah, Gidel doesn’t know how to write lol I am not sure if Fellow is super literate either… just like the characters they are inspired by lol)

Anonymous asked:

I want to bite Idia’s thighs but I also want to nibble Lilia’s legs courtesy of your pic of him in those delicious Playful Land tights 😩

(this is about a sketch from ko-fi)

They really are nibbleable… nibbable… one would want to nib on them. And Lilia knows that :(

Thank you <3

irregardlessly-tish asked:

Since you started posting Fellow art I said to myself "I guess I'm watching that event now so I can look at the art and think yeah, he would totally get gang banged by them" lol

Tish! You’re great as always lol I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

Fellow is so breedable it’s insane. I can’t help it.

unofficialwheatdog asked:

I'm gonna snatch Fellow away from everyone

Like that my husband, he fluffiness mine and mine alone

Mwah mwah to Fellow I wove him and the way you draw him

he's too good for them but ruined enough for me(lol me in my possessive era)

Omg real possessive era lol I get it, he really is fluffy to the point of leaving one speechless. But please understand, these boys can’t hold back at all… :( Be kinder them, they can’t help it!

I’m glad you love how I draw him <3

Anonymous asked:

Curious, u do non con/ rape art?

Pls tag if yes, I wanna see

I do, but I also don’t remember any recent noncon piece to tag anything lol I am definitely not opposed to it, and a lot of our nsfw pieces have at least dub-con vibes. I guess that one general!Lilia/Idia piece comes to mind first! And octopus!Azul/Idia that I drew for the same zine…

Maybe it would be easier to look through my pixiv logs; all the nsfw pieces are usually closer to the end of the log.

Anonymous asked:

You know I never had interest in drawing nsfw, I started a fanart blog with the intent of just making cute/cool sfw pieces maybe some ship stuff. However I am sick and tired of watching the twst fandom affect the mental health of my friends. And I know at least one of my ships will be threatened even if they just hold hands.

So here’s my plan: if I start receiving hate I will make an announcement: if I reach a particular milestone of hate I will learn to draw nsfw. I will make them kiss harder. Harass me and I will become worse.

Fr tho I want to be the brave idiot in the hope that others won’t feel alone.

Sorry for the late reply! Anon, you are already brave lol I like your plan. Become worse to spite them! And to support everyone who is harassed. And to have fun of course.

I wish you and your friends and anyone else didn’t have to worry about being harassed because of your ships. So please, take care of yourself, but also? Fuck them; draw and post whatever you want to make yourself and your friends happier and enjoy the fandom experience that you and your friends create.

Anonymous asked:

"something's missing..." might be your shirt rook, idk tho 🤔

(this is about this drawing)

Oh no, he forgot his shirt again. And no one at Savanaclaw is brave enough to tell him.

Anonymous asked:

 I remember that Savannaclaw Rook only cut his hair with a knife, soooo, yeah. How do you think first year Rook would respond to first year Idia and vice versa?

Honestly it looks like it lol He and Lilia have something in common…

We love first year Rook with first year Idia so much, Anon, you have no idea! And Rook/Idia in general, this is one of the things that I really want to draw properly at least once. For now we only have sketches…

But to answer your question! I like to think that Rook was very intrigued by Idia right away; of course Idia isn’t a beastman, but he is not only super bright and shiny-looking (unusual! Interesting!), but also is a very rare pokemon to see. It’s very easy to picture Rook getting excited and charmed by him, maybe he even had a period of a little obsession~ But of course none of this is in any way returned by Idia; to him being suddenly surrounded by so many loud and annoying people his age is already stressful enough, but Rook is somehow worse than all of them combined. He hates everyone from Savanaclaw, but they’re usually just rude jerks, but Rook? If only he was a rude jerk…

Anonymous asked:

Chen’ya, are you flashing people on purpose? What are you gonna do if someone likes it?

(related to this post)

Knowing Che’nya, he’ll probably disappear lol Never let them guess your next move. They liked it? Too bad. They didn’t like it? Oh too bad… >:3

Sometimes he is in a flirty mood though~

Anonymous asked:

I’m surprised Lilia doesn’t also spank Idia to punish him

He really should, and his spanks wouldn’t be as murderous as Azul’s! Idia is going to receive punishment AND survive!

I can picture Lilia stopping mid-spank with the realisation though: oh right, this isn’t his kid, this is Idia…

Anonymous asked:

(tw: self-harm)

this might be a bit dark but i’m curious: do you think idia self-harms? every now and then, i see ppl draw him with SH scars. i’ve never been able to decide if it feels like him or not. punishing himself, hating himself, wanting to control this one aspect of his life bc he can’t control anything else sound like idia, but also, being too resigned, lazy, or phobic of pain also sound like idia… little nutjob he is 😒 thoughts?

This is such a good question, Anon. It’s honestly still kind of easy to imagine him doing that. He punishes himself constantly, and while I don’t think this is necessarily about control, this absolutely could be about wanting to make himself feel even worse or to distract himself from the other kind of deep pain he’s feeling. Since we’re talking about a character here, as an artist I can also add that seeing him this way could be aesthetically pleasing, there are some very good artworks with this theme.

That being said, we usually tend to think that Idia wouldn’t do that. I agree that Idia being phobic of pain sounds very like him, but also? He is very detached from the physical side of things in general, I think. He would rather torment himself mentally.

Another reason for Idia and selfharm not really working in our heads is that I don’t think Ortho would let him. He is very sensitive to changes in his health condition after all.

[b-r-a-i-n-v-o-m-i-t]

Untiltled Dreamswap fanfic - Chpt 1 & 2

So I have had a spontaneous burst of motivation lately and started writing a fan-prequel to the original DS lore (how the characters met/how they got to where they are now). I thought to gauge interest I would post the first two chapters ahead of time.

Pls bear in mind these are drafts and need editing.

I should also note that I have sort of cherrypicked lore from Dreamswap & Fatal Flaws, as well as adding my own embellishments.

Chapter 1 - Overkill

Early afternoon sunshine warmed the air and dappled the sprawling gardens of the Justice Reigns palace. It fell across tangles of red and white roses, and into the eyes of the guards positioned inside its heavy iron gates, dazzling them. It wasn’t of any real consequence, however, as they weren’t doing anything particularly important. Most of the actual security was provided by the massive fence, lined with sharp spines like spears threatening to rip apart any vagabond who dared to come too close. Not that any self-respecting vagabond would be stealing flowers. Really, the whole thing was kind of stupid. 

Overkill. That summed up just about everything to do with the Justice Reigns. The organisation dedicated to bringing justice to the needy and liberating the people or whatever was always quick to spout the most unnecessarily grandiose, and completely ridiculous, plans to improve the wellbeing of the country. No one had ever seemed particularly inclined to take their ideas past talk, but this did not stop everyone from the councilors to the janitors from proposing their most preposterous and far-fetched ideas for improving the lives of the citizens. And now poor Crystal had to sort through piles and piles of the most painfully idiotic grant applications and research projects she had ever read. When she had agreed to the position of right-hand-woman to Lord Arthur Von Licht, the leader of the JR, sifting through mountains of rich people asking for stupidly large sums of money to fund saving tabby cats from gun violence was hardly what she had imagined. Still, Von Licht refused to impose any sort of boundaries for the applications, because ‘group effort’ and ‘hearing new perspectives’ and whatever other bullshit he had quoted when Crystal last stormed into his office and demanded he put a stop to the ridiculous requests of his employees. He insisted that every voice in the organisation deserved to be heard, and that one needed a multitude of ideas and views on a subject in order to make educated decisions. This, however, had to be overkill. 

Crystal growled in frustration and flung down her pen. Storming over to the window, she threw it open and tried to do the calming breathing exercises her boss had insisted on teaching her. The cheerful twittering of an unseen bird drifted over on the gentle breeze. This, unfortunately, only made her angrier. How dare this bird be having a nicer day than she was! It had probably never signed a document in its life, let alone seven-thousand. 

A flicker of movement flashed in Crystal’s peripheral vision. 

“Charity donation to help support monkey trainers living in homeless shelters. Hmm. Well, at least they know exactly what they want. It’s good to have a strong vision.”

Crystal turned to see Ani stooping over her desk, a mop of messy black hair hid their face from view, but she could hear the incredulous laugh in their voice. 

“I swear they’re just doing it for kicks at this point! There’s no way any of these are serious. Look, ‘Benefits of introducing daffodils to small country communities suffering from wealth inequality’.”

“Well now I’m curious! What are the benefits?”

“Probably fuck all.”

Their conversation was interrupted, however, by a sudden commotion outside the office door. The scuffle of running footsteps could be heard, and then a knock resounded through the door.

“What is it?” Crystal barked,

The door creaked open, revealing the thin sweating face of a very nervous young guard. He rocked back and forward on his toes as he stood in the doorframe, avoiding eye contact.

“Y-your presence was requested by Lord Von Licht, ma’am.”

“My presence where, exactly?” Crystal asked, raising her eyebrows,

“In h-his office.” The guard stuttered, 

“Yeah, I could have guessed.”

“Uh, yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am.”

“Jeez.” Ani muttered, “No need to be a dick.”

“I’m not!”

The guard looked confused,

“Not what, ma’am?” He asked tentatively, perhaps afraid of another snarky remark,

“Nothing.” Crystal snapped, “I was talking to myself. Tell Von Licht I’ll be there in a minute. Go on!”

The door closed,

“Sorry!” Ani giggled, “That was totally my bad.”

“You’re going to make everyone in this damn place think I’m crazy.” Crystal grumbled, 

“Seeing ghosts doesn’t already make you crazy?”

“Pathetic! I went mad the moment I started working here. The instant I had to start reading about planting daffodils to solve the cost of living crisis. Anyway, guess I have to go visit the big bad boss. If I’m going crazy, he’s already off his rocker. That’s probably what he wants to talk to me about, helping him sign more documents.”

Crystal let out a long whistling sigh and reluctantly moved towards the door.

“Can I come?” Ani asked, 

“I can't exactly stop you.”

“True. Oh, it will be nice to hear his voice again.”

Crystal paused a moment, and gave Ani a questioning glance. Their thin face wore a serene smile and their eyes were vacant, as if lost in a memory. Although, it could be hard to tell with them sometimes. Their face was dreadfully pinched, making their expressions hard to read. Their skin was pale, too, pale as a ghost. Their cheekbones jutted out sharply, and their eyes seemed sunken and tired. Even in death they looked horribly sickly.

“I can always pass on a message.” She offered finally, “I know you didn’t want to before, but I don’t get why I can’t just say something to him?”

Ani laughed, but their expression was bitter.

“I’m just not sure how he’d take it.” They explained sheepishly, “I mean, it’s a pretty big revelation.” They shuffled their feet uncomfortably and looked down, “Besides… I’m not sure that someone like me could make any lasting impact on someone like him. He probably doesn’t even remember me.”

Crystal shrugged, 

“Fine, whatever. Just sit and watch. You better not distract me though.”

“I won’t, promise!”

“If you do, I’ll round up every priest and psychic on the continent until I find one that can get rid of you.”

“Alright, alright! Jeez, overkill much?”

—-

Chapter 2 – Lord Von Licht

No ray of fresh afternoon sunlight could manage to sneak its way passed the thick red curtains into office of Lord Arthur Von Licht. The room was blanketed in a crimson-tinged darkness that smelled of days of stagnant air. Dust bunnies danced as they caught the brief sliver of light that came from the open door as Crystal entered.

“Crystal.”

The voice seemed to come from the walls themselves, a low rumble emanating from the very air around Crystal’s head and reverberating around her skull. It felt as if it would fill all her brain, echoing until it was difficult to focus on anything else but what was spoken. Once upon a time this would have frightened her, but she had since gotten entirely used to her boss’ peculiar methods of communication. She rather fancied she had grown immune to his little mind tricks.

Blinking away the darkness, Crystal beheld the all too familiar room. The red and gold embossed wallpaper, the hanging tapestries (most depicting Von Licht’s various acts of heroism), the hanging chandelier (unusually close to the ceiling, so that the room’s lanky inhabitant would not hit his head), and most notably the drooping golden veil behind which the man himself would sit to receive guests. From the other side of its shimmering folds Crystal could vaguely see the tall thin figure of Von Licht pacing back and forth.

“Sit.” He commanded,

Two mahogany chairs of a rich brown hue stood facing the veil. One was already filled by a large square-jawed man in the typical bright-white JR uniform. He sat attentive and upright, his eyes fixed on the shifting figure behind the curtain. His expression was one of utmost concentration and focus. His gaze moved to Crystal as she took her place, and he tipped his hat in greeting, revealing a horrible scar twisting down one side of his face.

“Miss McCrae.” He said politely,

Crystal rolled her eyes at him.

“Hi Finch.”

He gave her a false smile and turned back towards the veil, Crystal followed suit.

“So,” She said, “What’s the occasion?”

“It would seem, then, that you are not aware of last night’s… incident?” Von Licht’s voice echoed,

“Yeah, clearly not. What happened?”

Finch shot Crystal a warning glance, but she ignored him.

“There has been somewhat of a ruckus from our guests downstairs.”

Von Licht had a habit of coming up with quirky, family friendly, little nicknames for some of the JR’s less publicizable acts. By ‘guests downstairs’, he was referring to the inmates of a high-security prison dungeon built underneath the palace. It was protected by the royal guards, and supposedly under the watchful eye of Lord Von Licht himself. Yet another duty Crystal was entirely shocked he could fulfill without ever leaving his office.

“What kind of a ruckus, and what do I have to do with it? Are you finally letting me join Finch’s clean-up-crew?”

By ‘clean-up-crew’, she meant the guards who were given the coveted task of punishing prisoners who misbehaved. A highly sought-after role.

“An escape attempt. A successful escape attempt.” Von Licht hissed, “And that is hardly all. They ran rampant through the lower floors, and they forced entry into my private vaults.”

There was a sudden clatter, as Finch threw himself from his chair and onto his knees before the golden curtain.

“I’m sorry, my lord.” He gushed, “As captain of the guard it is my responsibility to take account for the abysmal failure of my units. All individuals involved will be punished and I will submit myself to whatever discipline you deem fit.”

Silence from behind the veil.

“You are a good captain Finch, and loyal. No, I do not believe you are to be held responsible for the incompetence of your trainees. However, I do trust that each and every guard will be held to the standard the JR expects. Poor behaviour cannot go unchecked.”

“Yes, of course.” Finch nodded, lifting himself back into his seat and smoothing his uniform once more.

“I did not call you here to reprimand you.” Von Licht continued, “But I do have a task for you, for both of you. These criminals stole something from me, something inconceivably dangerous if fallen into the wrong hands. I require you to retrieve it.”

“Why me?” Crystal interrupted, “I get little birdie over here, but why should I bother chasing your lost property?”

The figure turned towards her, and although its eyes were hidden she felt its gaze like a burning inside her skull.

“Because you are my right hand. My most trusted intelligence officer.” Arthur explained slowly, “And I have every faith that you are competent enough to handle this task.”

“Intelligence officer?” Crystal scoffed, “Is that my official title? Why the heck do you have me signing grants then?!”

“You might not have noticed.” Finch snapped, “But Lord Von Licht is rather important around these parts, and he has a lot on his plate. Small wonder if he needs someone to help him now and again.”

“Sick burn, little birdie. How many shifts sitting on your ass letting prisoners waltz out the door did it take for you to think up that one?” Crystal shot back, “Why do you need an intelligence officer for this mission anyway? Seems like something the cops should be able to handle.”

She waved one arm vaguely at Finch.

“Because this operation must stay entirely under wraps.” Von Licht explained calmly, “I can hardly emphasise enough that this stolen item is the most dangerous property this organisation owns. I will need you both to work together to return it. Crystal, I expect that you will drop your heckling behaviour and show a little more respect.”

“I am more than capable of handling a few petty remarks, my Lord.” Finch assured his boss, with a smug glance at Crystal,

“It was hardly more than friendly jokes.” Crystal snorted, “‘Petty remarks?! Pish!”

Then she caught herself. ‘Pish?’ she thought with annoyance, ‘When have I ever talked like that!?’ She touched her head gingerly with one hand, the burning was getting worse.

“Crystal.”

“Alright fine. I’m sorry, Finch. You’re not completely awful. You’ve done nice things for me before. You got me those candied fruits I like for my birthday. I’ve hardly ever gotten any nice gifts before, it made me feel- You know what, I’m not sorry at all! You’re annoying as shit and I can’t stand how you’re always trying to suck Von Licht’s dick for brownie points! And he totally gets off on it too! Fuck you both!”

She flung the chair down in a rage and stormed off. Unfortunately, and as one can see, Crystal was not quite as immune to Von Licht’s influence as she liked to think.

“Wow. That was hard to watch.” Ani said sympathetically as Crystal stamped her way back down the corridor towards her office,

“That prick was embarrassing me on purpose! Fuck him and his stupid ass mind powers bullshit!”

She flung herself down at her desk with a huff, sending pages flying everywhere.

“I bet he’d be pissed if someone was messing around with his brain like that!”

Ani sighed,

“You know, I swear he was never like that when I knew him. He was so honest and sweet.”

“Maybe.” Crystal grumbled, snatching up her pen and stabbing it into the desk, “Or maybe he fucked with your head too.”

“Don’t say that!” Ani cried, sounding genuinely hurt, “He wouldn’t! He really wouldn’t! He’s not like that!”

Before Crystal could reply, however, footsteps could be heard outside the door. Once again, a guard entered, only this time she carried with her papers tied together with golden string.

“From Lord Von Licht himself, ma’am. For your eyes only.”

“Nope. Not taking it.”

“I don’t think it was a request, ma’am.”

“Don’t care.”

“Well… well, uh, I’ll just leave it on your desk then.”

The guard promptly dropped the paper and scuttled out in a rush. Crystal let out a growl of frustration and snatched up the package.

“Asshole! Fine, I’ll see what he wants from me.”

Uncurling the pages, Crystal was greeted with a peculiar illustration. It was of a crystalline ball, with intricate carvings running like spider’s webs across its whole surface. There were vague outlines of what she guessed were runes of some kind, but she didn’t recognise them. Inside the orb was a sort of light or flame. Her curiosity was, as much as she hated to admit it, piqued. The artefact was clearly magical in some way, and magical materials of any kind were incredibly hard to come by. Probably because they were highly, highly, illegal without a permit.

“Oh!” Ani gasped, “Oh! I’ve seen this before!”

“What?! When?”

“He had this way back when I was... well, alive. Said it was a relic from his childhood.”

“From his childhood? I know Von Licht is weird, but why the hell is a kid playing around with a dangerous superweapon or whatever this is supposed to be?!”

“I don’t know.” Ani confessed, “I was never really that interested in the thing. I did think it was pretty at first, but Arthur insisted it wasn’t something to be toyed with. He said it had to be kept secure at all times.”

“Huh. The mystery deepens.” Crystal murmured, turning over the page in her hands, “What the hell is this thing, then?”

She rifled through the rest of the documents that had come with the diagram. Among them were lists of names, criminal safehouses, and known black-market resellers, but nothing else to do with the glass ball.

“Nothing at all?!” Ani cried disappointedly, “I was getting so invested!”

“Von Licht does love keeping his secrets, doesn’t he. It’s backfired on him, though. Now I’m kind of intrigued.”

“You’ll take the job then?” Ani asked excitedly,

“When did I say that?”

“But this is, like, our only way of finding out what this thing could be! Come on, Crystal, you said you want to know! You can finish being mad at Arthur later, just take up the mission first!”

Crystal paused, deliberating for a long moment. After a lengthy silence she finally took up the papers in her hands.

“Actually I have a better idea.” She said decisively,

“What? What do you mean?”

“I can use this to get back at Von Licht for being a dickhead.” She informed Ani smugly, “He doesn’t want people prying into this whole orb-looking-thing business? Too bad!”

Ani sighed,

“Well at least we’re both happy. When do you start?”

Crystal re-examined the documents. “Tomorrow.” She read aloud, “I meet little birdie at the palace gates, five o’clock sharp."

[uriekukistan]

just here to say I VERY MUCH appreciate you being a fellow Yuuji defender like guys he is not dumb. Do you see that guy,, he is NOT dumb he actually catches onto things very quickly in the Jujutsu Sorcerer world! I was always so confused when Yuuji would call himself dumb or someone else would cuz huh? Hm? Where is the proof guys... (For some reason this whole thing kinda reminds me of the "Yuuta isn't the strongest cuz he can't control Gojo's powers blah blah" or whatever that whole thing was,,, like could Y'ALL do that. Could you learn that quick? Adjust within like 2 days to a new world?? Didn't think so)

ofccc i will never not defend yuuji, or honestly any of the kids in jjk. i think some people genuinely forget that they are just kids 😭 and then poor maki, she's gotta deal w being a kid AND being a girl so she's got all kinds of nasties coming at her so annoying,,,,

im getting off topic

anyway yeah im tired of everyone acting like yuuji is dumb, in canon too ofc, but especially in the fandom. i originally started talking about it bc im sick of seeing the posts where they act like he can't even count to five. people want him to fit in the himbo box so bad, but it's just not him. yeah, he's buff and sweet, but he's not the idiot ppl want him to be.

and then ofc i said that he's not dumb and i've got ppl coming in by notifs/inbox like "actually 🤓☝️ it's a canon fact that..." (proceeds to provide no evidence to support their claim) PLS as if he is not one of the most adaptable characters in jjk, if not The Most (after mahoraga ig). you can't do that without being smart.

part of it is that i think people forget that being smart is not about how much knowledge one has, but the way in which that knowledge is acquired and used. yuuji can learn new things mid-battle (a very high stress situation), and work with them effectively with little to no breathing room. if that's not smart, i don't know what is.

anyway, i got a bit too yappy here perhaps but yeah 🤞 defending all of those kids til i die.

[diazpatcher]

7x09 my thoughts

"my resignation" WHAT BOBBY WHAT. this man needs extensive therapy bc why does he think he doesn't deserve good things.😭

Athena being the supportive wife she is. "Walking away from the 118" THOSE ARE YOUR KIDS

Edmundo noches is at it, with his ex dead wife's doppelganger 💀 the date is waaaaaaaaaaay to romantic for 2 people who aren't an official item.

Eddie baby no, you're not only emotionally cheating you are full on cheating bro 😭💀 pls let her be part of his mental breakdown.

Athena fighting for bobby even when bobby doesn't want to anymore:( Athena is such a great wife I can't fucking handle it.

Finally they talk about Bobby's struggles, of balancing his past and his present and the guilt he has😭 as much as I want retirement for the Grant-Nashes I don't want Bobby to leave 😭

Bobby is straight up evil, he wants to retire and before he does so, he takes care of every single person in his team "they're not the only kids you're raising Mother Hen"😭

BUCK is the Chef😭 BRO THE WAY HES ACTING MAKES ME THINK HES GONNA DIE😭

Buck and Eddie cooking together😭

Buck looking at Bobby the way a kid looks at their dad waiting for praise 😭 im not okay bro that whole sequence fucked me over. BOBBY😭 7 years😭 "here's to seven more" 😭 Their father son relationship makes me want to chew on glass 😭😭😭 "it's been my pleasure kid"

BUCK MEETS THE DOUBLE, OMG. THE WAY HIS FACE FELL😭 He is so fucking funny I can't 😭OH OH BUCK IS MAD. He used the Back door💀😭 The way he's trying to figure out if Marisol is still around lmao😭 "Eddie who's kim" HILARIOUS ACTUALLY. "Marisols my girlfriend, she just a friend" "a friend who's a dead wringer for your dead wife' OKAY BUCK😭 Buck has healed he is ready to confront and pull Eddie out of his ass. The way Eddie is trying to justify his actions, "does this poor woman know thay she is a carbon copy of your dead wife"

"Im worried about you" HUSBAND BEHAVIOUR 😭😭😭

The kids🥺🥺😭 Wilson-Han family is so special to me❤️ Chim knowing something is wrong with Bobby!!!

I knew that the Council woman was gonna be a bitch. I knew it.

I feel so bad for Kim. She got pulled into this mess it's insane. "But I'm not her" THIS POOR WOMAN. she knows Eddie just wants to replace Shannon with her 😭😭 heartbreaking. "which was not fair to you"

Hey anyways Eddie did that after buck talked to him even his break up with his ex wife's doppelganger is colored by the interactions with buck.

"I never meant to lead you on"

"but you did" 😭 "I guess she was the love of your life" STOPOP😭😭😭

Eddie should be talking about this with Frank 💀

"living happily in Florida with his husband" lmao💀 Okay either Amir is gonna help Bobby or he's gonna torch the place. oh he's gonna torch the place. right.

Mom and Dad are fighting 😭 oh god Athena is so desperate. She's trying so hard. "You're making your round to say goodbye" 😭 Athena still worrying about Bobby being suicidal. "And you're standing on the ledge of a building again, Bobby." 😭 I'm in shambles. somebody glue me back together.

Athena doesn't know about the Book...

"I threw it in the trash on the night of our first date." She gave him hope that he was worth something 😭.

Garica is a BITCH. idc what happened to her she's a bitch. Who is she to refuse Mara a home😭 just bc her idiot son refused treatment. They're ripping apart a family they don't give a shit. Fuck CPS. fuck those 2 especially. ripping Mara out of Karen's grasp what the fuck. Fuck this what the fuck.

WHAT. THE FUCK. IS KIM DOING. SHE GOT A HAIRCUT AND IS.WEARINF SHANNONS DR3SS???????? Eddie looks as horrified as I do. She's pretending to be Shannon IM GOING INSANE. Kim is so smart istg. "You have to let me go" 😭 She is doing the right thing but my god this is psychotic to watch 😭

Eddie finally FINALLy letting go of Shannon is so 😭 he deserves peace. Eddie breakdown era 2.0 let's go. he sounds like a little boy so scared and angry and hurt. CHRIS WALKING IN WITH MARISOL !!!

Bobby, Bobby??? bobby... oh. oh no. He is, he's drinking. Oh my god. he dreamed of his dad while HIS HOUSE IS ON FIRE. ATHENA!! he gets to save his family this time. BOBBY???? HE HAD A HEARTATTACK WHAT.

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep 3 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 2

Part 1 here!

Ok I am HERE for this encouragement - I love that Phayu is always supportive of Rain's academic talents

Apparently Rain is not immune to Phayu's pout either. Good, a relationship should be built on equality

pls observe this cutie omfg no wonder Phayu can't take his eyes off him

i genuinely feel like this shot did something to my brain chemistry. i kid you not one of my main goals in life is to have someone do this to me (by which I mean I want to be in Rain's position). I would also ignore homework and all my responsibilities if someone looked at and held me like that pls

P'Aon so true, Boss WAS smiling like an idiot (in love)

Poor Rain, these were famous last words :( (I too have uttered them many a time until I realized I am not a nap-taker)

ETHEREAL

Is this a rock cover of flight of the bumblebee playing in the background??? POOR RAIN HE STAYED UP ALL NIGHT TO DO THIS :((((

Ok but this is actually a very important lesson that I'm glad they included. It's true that Rain finished the work on time, but he also should have ensured he got enough sleep and made it to the presentation on time. He's still in his first year so he has a lot of time to grow. The actual important line is this one below.

It was a harsh way of phrasing it, but it's true. Setbacks are a very normal part of life and everyone makes "mistakes" (missing deadlines, not being able to finish a project, etc). I put that in quotes because sometimes, these things are at no fault of the person. It is possible to put 100% of your effort into finishing something and not get it done (which, aside from Rain's poor time management, he actually did put in a lot of effort to this project). Failing at something even after putting in a lot of hard work sucks, but being able to pick up after that and still work hard is what makes a person successful. I related extra hard to this scene because I failed a class in my major during my first year of college even though all I did was study, and it put me back a full year bc it's only offered certain semesters and was required to move forward in the degree. I took it again the following year and was smarter about how I studied and even still, I almost failed again. But I liked my major enough to keep at it and somehow still managed to graduate on time and now I'm in grad school, so... (that was an unnecessary story but to reiterate, failure is normal and ok)

AWW look at him putting on a facade for his friends... I think it's interesting that he doesn't confide in Sky here

but instead flies to the garage... Even I questioned this

P'Saifah is a good bro, calling Phayu immediately to come comfort his in-law. Phayu is good here too, immediately grabbing his things to come running

I think I speak for all of us when I say watching Phayu ride in the heavy rain was nerve-wracking bc we were expecting an accident or something

OK this scene. THIS SCENE. Utterly perfect in every way, from the moment concerned Phayu walks through the door to see a drenched, teary Rain waiting for him. Something blue-yellow is going on here too methinks

There's something so incredibly intimate about the way Phayu crouches down to Rain's level, and then beckons him into his arms. His words too are so gentle, and he just holds Rain as he cries.

As opposed to many other sweet scenes, this sequence + the one after Rain comes out of the bathroom is actually the one that makes me most jealous of PhayuRain. There is nothing more valuable than having someone you can fall apart into and trust that they'll hold the pieces of you together. And honestly, in the grand scheme of things Rain didn't mess up horribly - it feels monumental to him bc it's probably the first time he's missed a deadline. It's important that Phayu still treats the situation with the gravity of something more serious, bc it shows how much he cares. And after Rain has calmed down, he advises him on how to do better next time without sugarcoating, but also sharing that he experienced similar things during his days as a student.

I'mma need Rain to zip it bc he looks perfect, as usual

I really like the framing in this scene where he's looking into the mirror and then introspecting "why did I put up a front with other people and then cry in front of him? idk but I'm thankful" - he's reflecting mentally and physically!!!

Can't believe a drama is out here giving important life lessons but I'm here for it. I also like that Phayu shows a bit of vulnerability by sharing that he got criticized too, and that Rain will be able to recover from it.

HEADPAT x 2

This is another set of shots that altered my brain chemistry. Who taught them to look at each other like this, hm? Rain looks so vulnerable and Phayu might as well be cradling Rain's soul in his hands ft. headpat

The way Rain tilts his head up? Exquisite

I'd also feel very motivated if I was in Rain's place. Phayu actually makes another few interesting points here - he says what's done is done, and then tells Rain to not dwell on it and take care of himself. Interestingly enough (story time pt 2 you can skip if you want). I watched this scene very soon after I missed a paper submission deadline for a conference. It's not the biggest deal, especially because my professor knew it was a big ask to finish an entire research project in the timeline he gave me and he wasn't even remotely upset about it (long story short I only had 2 weeks notice to flesh out the idea, get the data, analyze the data, and write the research paper - but you can't really control how long things take you when you do research bc the point is that it hasn't been done before). So even though no one reprimanded me, I still felt really upset bc I had made up my mind that I was going to do this impossible task and couldn't. To hear Phayu's reminder that I can be upset but I shouldn't spend too long being sad to the point I neglect to take care of myself was honestly nice. It also helped to put things into perspective that yes, I couldn't submit to this particular conference, but there are so many that happen all the time so it's not like the research is wasted - just pull yourself together and try for the next one. Anyways, I'm done treating y'all like my personal diary now <3

Yay, Rain feels comforted and finally smiles! It's like seeing the sun after a storm (literally) AND something yellow-blue is happening here

Post-credits garage brothers content!! This exchange is hilarious bc P'Saifah goes 'ah [Rain] is in the palm of your hand' as Rain's leaving, but then the show makes it literal bc Phayu's holding a picture of Rain in his palm via the phone screen, which also signifies to the viewer that Phayu is also in the palm of Rain's hand. Again, we love relationships built on equality hehe

I love that they let us see the moment Phayu decided to pursue Rain (he's looking at the picture of Rain on his phone for the first time - though I do question why the senior just randomly sent him a photo of Rain? Like at this point Phayu is an alumni of the frat so why just send an isolated photo of a freshman to him?? we'll never know I guess)

And that's episode 3! If you made it this far, I hope at least some of this was entertaining! Have a lovely day or night, whenever you're reading this <3 See you in the next one!!

[povsecretblog]

someone made a video for wags saying "you can hate them but you can't call them ugly" guess who was in it🙊💀

ughh girls, even if she was pretty it's super embarrassing to lick someone's boots by saying "oh my god she's pretty, she's handsome, she's rich". okay we get it she(K) is rich and dating a famous driver okay we're just regular poor haters blablabla ok we get it don't lick your pedo racist queen's feet anymore pls

also from this K hating business I've learned that if you're good looking or rich enough you can always find a group of idiots to support you it doesn't matter what kind of shitty personality you have. in this world even famous rapists continue their lives peacefully without being punished (just like the politicians the piquet family defends)

if there are any K fans reading this stop being a disgusting ass licker. this woman or her family have no part to defend. there's no shit they haven't gotten into because their father is a former world champion

I saw a video exactly like this 15 minutes ago. Saying that we shouldn't hate wags. Why do I have to like her and ignore her disgusting behavior just because she opens her legs for an athlete in a sport I follow?

[neighborxplayer]

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send positive words. reblog. likes are appreciated. do something positive for these two poor idiots, i love them sm

[berrypass-de-murdler]

18. Throw the (Bookie-Winning) Book at Them

Short one to make up for the lack of episode yesterday

I'm having to do this a second time because tumblr crashed lol, I'm very depressed and murdle is the only thing keeping me sane rn

Budsies has started making Irratino I think tho

Fletch finally got to making Obsidian!!

SHE'S LITERALLY PERFECT!!! I may have a smidge less artistic talent than she does- holy shit I was trying to think of something for so long but could only think of a human design and then she presented me with this and she's beautiful and perfect 😭

cuz look at this idiot - Brother Brownstone exists now!! He always wears a hood to cover his eyes, which isn't suspicious at all. I promise I'll make better designs

in THIS epsiode

SILVERTON THE LEGEND - He was going to be a fork, and then I turned him into a slug - normal shit... I tried to make him look like as much of an asshole as physically possible - damn I'm doing that to a lot of them. BANANA SLUG THO if that ain't a legend idk what is

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logico goes to the Bookie award ceremony. He is stupidly excited about getting an award for his little bookie. Of course, just before the winner is announced, the presenter suddenly dies. Sorry, IS MURDERED. And this time… 

LOGICO: I HAVE TO CONSIDER MYSELF A SUSPECT?!?!

But uhhhh, he knows he didn’t do it. So that’s checked off. OR IS IT?!? Bone is there, and also some ass named Silverton the Legend.

BONE: Do you know what? LOGICO: Whaaat? BONE: I HATE you. 

Bone and Silver run around like idiots and blame Logi, who acts... more normal than them, at least. And poor short king can't even think of a good one-liner when he solves it.

BONE: I should be set free, regardless of whom I did or did not kill!!

Logico doesn’t care, because it turns out he won the Bookie. He’s so happy!! But I bet Gainsboro isn’t.

CHALK: Deductive, he's- he's getting away he's- LOGICO: Aahhhhh... fake gold.

The end!

Rip sorry about that. I do kinda miss when gico spouted stupid one-liners after solving a murder, maybe I should make him do that again. Cuz it's a cartoon and it's dumb.

Any and all support for the cartoon murdleverse means the absolute world to me, pls donate murdle love to my cure depression charity!!/jk

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers! <3

[starcollectorsilas]

So chapter 19 kinda slayed !!!! I would very much like to burn Mori for being like “yeah you can go to school tmr” bc what the hell blud just tried to top himself and ur telling him to just go back to school…. Someone give this poor child a hug pls

SUMMER!!! CHUUYAS DAD CALLING DAZAI HIS KID!!!! OH YOU MAKE ME SICK SILA!!!! also just the subtle mentions of chuuya not understanding that dazai is suicidal like “why would you jump that would hurt” TO REALLY BUILD ON THE WHOLE MISUNDERSTANDING THING!!! UGH.

Ranpo and dazai are my faves fr pls ranpo tell ur dad what’s going on plsplspslspsksplspslpls. ALSO KOUYOU MENTIONING ODAS DEATG PLS HELP A GAL OUT AND SAY SOME NAMES QUEEN LET CHUUYA REALISE (she probably also doesn’t know but one can dream)

ANYWAYS CHAPTER SLAYED AS ALWAYS CANT WAIT FOR THE ELISE AND ANGO ANGST TO COME FULL SWING ONCE DAZAIS OUT OF HOSPITAL PLS ANGO GIVE UR ADOPTED SON A HUG

Also praying screaming crying for chuuya to realise next chap plspslspslpslspskspsks IM DONE W UR GAMES MR NAKAHARA GET ON BUSINESS U DELUSIONAL IDIOT

the idea with Mori telling Dazai if he complied he could go to school was that he thought Dazai would want to see Chuuya, and you know, just pretend nothing happened ✨

APPARENTLY I MAKE EVERYONE SICK. START A SUPPORT GROUP. Chuuya just not even considering the fact someone would do that on purpose 😋

KOUYOU KNOWS NAMES. She just didn't give any 😋 she knew Ango cause they're in the same law school/class, but she DIDN'T know Oda was Ango's soulmate, and therefore didn't believe Chuuya would know who Ango is. I probably could have been clearer on that tbh

WE NEED ANGO TO COME TO THE RESCUE AUGHSDHD

oh honey... keep praying, because it'll take intervention from god for that to happen.

I'm pulling an all nighter (theoretically) so maybe new chapter quickly 😋😋