#so now im “hm i touched on it a little in chapter 2 that his presence was comforting even if he couldnt touch but. make it Worse

[hballegro]

[full of turkey and deviled eggs, half asleep] I don't think this story is sad enough actually I think I have to make it worse

[meshiinuma]

type

relationship: poly satosugu x reader

desc: clearly satoru has a type + bed time

wrd cnt: 3.3k

warnings: the reader is so fucking specific . like theyre chubby, brown, have glasses, dark hair, n dark eyes. sorry 2 anyone who isnt that HJSJDHSJ, gn reader, fluff

a(shley's)/n: first post whoopie !! also . chubby sugubooboo REALNESS !!!!!!! visit sometime is being worked on PROMISEEE its at 12k words rn n its only the first chapter [im planning on writing the rest of the chapters b4 publishing bcuz i feel bad abandoning things so its probs gonna b over 300k by the time im done w the whole thing . sigh.] ok. enjoy . [also u can tell whos my favorite]

the tiny couch the three of you crammed onto every evening felt incredibly warm. it did every day.

suguru was on the farthest left (when you’re sitting on the couch and facing the tv in front of it), laying back on the couch with a pillow underneath his head. satoru was on the farthest right, using the armrest as a prop for his head and playing on his nintendo switch. you were leaning back on suguru’s stomach, on your phone.

gurgle! grrk! 

“your stomach’s talking shit about you, suguru.” you warned, scrolling through the comments on a post.

“what’s it saying?” he asked offhandedly, turning a page.

“‘s gonna kill you man.” 

“crazy…” he trailed off and you noticed his reading glasses slipping down his nose slowly.

you pulled yourself up his body and pushed them up with your pointer finger, then laid a kiss against the apple of his cheek.

suguru looked down at you, dark brown eyes so clear you could see yourself reflected in them almost. he put a pretty bookmark with a nice yellow tassel between the pages and set it on the side table.

“now what do you from me? hm?” he drew you fully to his chest where he started to nip at your cheeks and jaw. giggle “kisses sugu! gimme kisses!” you exclaimed as he started to lay light kisses from the tippy top of your head down to your collarbone. everywhere his lips touched made little sparks fly under your skin, love flooding through every vein in your body at suguru’s affection.

you kept giggling with suguru, returning his little kisses, straddling his thighs, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“ewww!” satoru suddenly interjected. looking behind you, your third was sticking his tongue out and powering his switch off, “get a room,” he said and tried to crawl between you and suguru. 

“what are you- ack!” satoru nestled himself sideways in the little pocket of space between and was already half hanging off the couch. suguru got elbowed a bit.

you pulled back and sat on your haunches to let satoru get comfortable, “everything good?” you asked, waiting for him to finish wriggling around, “it’d be better if you could get down here…” he asked and gazed at you over his shoulder coquettishly. the look made your stomach suddenly combust into a horde of butterflies that expressed themselves through possessing your body and draping yourself over your two lovers.

satoru got a kiss on the little circle at the top of his head where his hair grew from and a bit of scalp shone through, “better?” quietly suguru mumbled into the air. 

“mhm…” was satoru’s response.

you shifted around to get satoru and suguru in your sights at the same time, enraptured with the beauty of your lovers. if you lost the ability to see them everyday, you think you’d sob inconsolably.

eventually, you shoved yourself into the space between suguru and the back cushions, finding the best view. 

suguru had slid further down the couch, fully using the arm rest as a pillow with eyes closed and glasses firmly placed at eye level. satoru faced the tv, eyes closed as well, and was clutching suguru’s arm wrapped around him.

and then you. 

you glanced up to see a vague shape of your body reflected in the dark tv screen, a part of a blob of skin and other various hues. the final piece to the puzzle.

as you settled into the warmth of suguru’s chest (his arm went around you straight away, no looking) and wrapped your arm around satoru’s shoulder (he grabbed it and tucked it close to his chest), you faintly realized something.

“you have a type satoru,” you said quietly.

out of the corner of your eye you saw suguru’s eye peek open.

“no i don’t?” he rolled in place to face you, hot breath fanning over your exposed arm.

“yeah you do.” this time you were looking directly into his eyes, challenging his denial.

“oh yeah? what’s my type?” satoru fired back, cocky sounding.

“dark hair, dark eyes, glasses, brown skin, chubby, and a little mean to you.” that seemed to shut him up, suguru’s eyes fully open and filled with mirth.

“...dunno what you’re talking ‘bout…” satoru pouted at being found out so quickly. 

“think about it! i have dark hair, suguru has dark hair. suguru has dark eyes, i have dark eyes. we both wear glasses-”

“not all the time!” at satoru’s interjection, you and suguru shared a look and stared back down at him.

“...nevermind. continue.” 

“we’re both brown and chubby-” as you said this, you moved satoru’s hands up to yours and your dark haired lovers stomachs, making him squeeze them a bit. satoru blushed.

“and we’re mean to you! it’s like me and sugu are the same people, it’s crazy.” you finished and looked up at suguru for approval on your insight.

“they’re not wrong,” he added, “and we’re dating each other, so it’s like how people are attracted to similar personalities.”

satoru shook himself out of the brief pull you and suguru had on him, “then what does that say about you two for dating me?” he asked genuinely.

“hmm…” you held your chin, submerging into deep thought.

“oh! we like annoying guys like you!” suguru replied for the two of you.

“yeah!” 

now satoru really was pouting.

“but we love you for it ‘toru! its cute!” you amended, pulling his face towards you so you could pepper him with kisses.

suguru joined in and wrapped his arms around the two of you, giving satoru kisses all over his head.

“haha! okay, okay!” satoru’s face was tinged pink all the way up to his scalp and his smile stretched wide. you think his eyes were glowing twice as much, filled to the brim with emotion.

“getting shy?” suguru mumbled coyly into his ear. satoru looked away bashfully and his face turned five shades deeper, “no…” 

you planted a wet kiss right on his burning cheek mwah!, “cutie…now go turn the tv on,” you said with a snicker as the red slowly faded from satoru’s face.

“really?” he grumbled, but got up anyway to turn the tv on and grab the remote.

“thank youuu!” you cooed when satoru came back and rewarded his efforts with a kiss right at the junction between his neck and jaw.

he just mumbled something and cuddled back into you and suguru. the top of his head was a bit red.

“what do you wanna watch?” you asked.

“i demand...netflix!” satoru exclaimed and raised the remote high above his head. 

at the same time, you and suguru spoke, “alright.” satoru looked back, “jeez maybe you two are the same person…” 

you brushed the comment off and urged him to pick something to watch. satoru chose a k-drama series he was halfway through and started from the beginning, “just for you two! no one else,” he said and put the remote on the side table.

*

an hour or two later, the three of you reached the point satoru had gotten to. or rather the two of you, as satoru had fallen asleep after the first episode and was snoring into suguru’s hockey jersey sleeve. 

suguru had his head turned and was just staring at the screen, a bit bored looking.

you had both your hands buried under his jersey, absentmindedly kneading at the pudge lining his midsection and brushing his happy trail back and forth, “ready to sleep?” the question was gently whispered by you, taking care not to wake satoru. 

“yeah,” suguru said, moving the hand that was caressing your back to the back of your head and kissed your crown. he turned around to reach the remote, but you stopped him.

“wait! wait!” you protested quietly, “i can get it.” suguru gave you a skeptical look, “okay…”

and then you fully shoved yourself under his oversized st. louis blues jersey.

“wh- hey!” he patted your back, trying to track your wriggling body. you shoved your arm through the neck hole and scrambled for the remote behind suguru’s head. 

once you finally got a hold on the plastic device, you pointed it at the tv, “can you pause it and turn the tv off?” 

sigh “you know? i don’t think you and i are alike at all.” his hand engulfed yours and clicked around a bit before the remote was slipped away from your hand.

“you’re so warm sugu…” you slurred, the feeling of being comfortable and lack of sleep getting to you.

underneath suguru’s jersey, you were surrounded on all sides by warmth. 

above you was the white of his jersey, underneath you was his warm and fuzzy torso, and radiating all around you was warmth. you snuggled into the artificial embrace, kicking your legs underneath his.

then suguru suddenly yanked the top of his jersey above your head.

cold flooded straight into your bones. you expressed this with a shiver and tightening your fetal position on suguru’s midsection.

“c’mon. up.” he urged you up and off the couch, slinging satoru over a broad shoulder.

“you can cuddle when we’re in bed, alright?” he held your face in the palm of his very big hand and tilted his head to the side a bit, “yeah,” you said, a bit spacey at the thought of being cuddled up to one of the men of your dreams (you get to paw and chew at him like a dog every night, but that didn’t mean it felt like a bit of a privilege to haul suguru around in bed like that). 

he kissed your head, “good.” and trodded off to the bedroom with his two lovers in tow, of course. 

suguru laid satoru on the bed first and caressed the side of his face with the back of his hand. the love that suguru exercised for you and satoru shocked you to your core sometimes. it was easy to forget the gentle touches amidst all the roughhousing shared between the three of you.

after he leaned down and laid a featherlight kiss between satoru’s eyes, he looked up at you.

“ready?” 

without waiting for a response, he glided to the bathroom. assured in your ability to follow.

a quick pit stop was made before you joined suguru in the bathroom. you hovered over satoru’s slumbering body, clad in an oversized band tee acquired the summer before and basketball shorts from suguru (maybe. possibly. it’s gotten hard to tell over the years). he looked beautiful with the moonlight flooding through the huge window next to the bed. 

with the same gentleness suguru possessed, light fingers skimmed across his forehead and drew his hair away from his eyes. you planted a big wet kiss right at the center of his temples.

that stirred him awake.

“mngh…” his eyes fluttered open, but eventually decided to close.

“go back to sleep for me baby, ‘kay?” you whispered into his ear, already holding the top of the thirty pound weighted blanket satoru slept with every night.

once satoru settled down again, you tiptoed to the bathroom, light already on underneath the door. 

“hi,” you said at a volume less than normal. 

suguru had his jersey sleeves rolled up and was applying face cream when you walked in, “hey.” he replied in kind, gave you a kiss on the cheek, and went back to making sure all of the product reached every nook and cranny of his face.

you slithered behind him and wrapped your arms around his cinched waist. you squeezed a little, making suguru wheeze a bit unexpectedly, an inside joke from before any romance entered your lives.

then your hands dipped above the hem of his jersey, still craving body heat.

“if you tickle me, i’ll punch you.” he warned, looking back at you over his shoulder. 

if you were to be on the receiving end of any of suguru’s attacks while he does martial arts training, you think you’d ascend to something higher than heaven. 

you didn’t say that though. all you did was look up at him dopily and smile, “okay.”

he looked at you suspiciously and went back to finishing his nightly routine. maybe you should start on your own as well. but what kept you from pulling away wasn’t the wonderful texture of suguru’s body, no, it was him expanding and deflating his chest in a timely manner.

he was breathing. and you were right there feeling that. 

this was real. the fact you got to wake up everyday, be with your two lovers, come home to a warm couch, and hold the people you love like this all the time made you feel like puking. in a good way.

suguru was completely oblivious to the lovey-dovey thoughts circling your head. he had moved on to dental care and was currently on the last step, scraping his tongue. 

you watched him through the mirror, sighing and swooning over every little action he made. the way he flexed a bit when he pressed the metal scraper on the back of his tongue, the way nails covered in flaking black polish pried the storage for the scraper open, the way he reapplied pomegranate chapstick, the way he turned to you with a look he only reserves for you and satoru, the way his mouth moved-

wait. his mouth is moving?

you snapped yourself out of your stupor and tuned back into the conversation.

“-and then we can sleep, don’t want to keep satoru waiting.” 

yeah, you have no clue what he’s talking about.

you tilted your head, a little smile teasing your lips, “what’d you say?”

suguru’s face fell from something loving and soft into a deadpan, the reading glasses he still had on emphasized his disappointment.

“you’re such a bad listener, you know that right?” he grabbed his bottle of amla hair oil (almost empty, you’d need to stop by the international grocery store to get more soon) and placed it on the counter.

“i just need you to oil my hair for me, it’s been getting a little dry.” a simple request you’ve fulfilled many times before.

you don’t think suguru needed a verbal response with the way you pulled out the shower stool stored under the sink and patted the seat, urging him to take a seat.

he sat down and tugged the hair tie holding his half bun in place. a bad habit suguru has is leaving his hair ties anywhere and everywhere, today was no exception.

suguru flicked the scrunchie away somewhere in the bathroom and let his lovely tresses fall down his back. 

one of you would get that. later. 

for now, you wanted to focus on suguru’s dying and unhydrated hair (it wasn’t that bad, just felt a little rough in your hands is all).

the motion of pouring oil onto your hands, rubbing them together, then starting at the roots was a well practiced routine. oftentimes, you and satoru would tackle suguru’s full head of hair at the same time to split the workload and provide the man with a relieving head massage. 

unfortunately, satoru’s incapacitated state on the bed meant he couldn’t help out this time. whatever. you’d get all the kisses and cuddles from suguru as a reward later.

you finally started to get to the ends of his hair, a particularly dried section.

“careful with the oil, don’t want it to stain my shirt.” he says that every time. 

and you were careful. every time.

suguru’s hair was freshly oiled and you dried your hands with a hand towel hanging on the towel rack while your boyfriend pulled on his long satin bonnet. he started to walk out of the bathroom before you remembered something, “!”

he turned around at the doorway, “what?”

“i forgot to do my own routine,” you said, turning to the vanity and picking out what you needed for the night.

“i can wait.” suguru closed the door and slumped onto the toilet seat cover.

“you don’t have to-” 

“i’m staying.” he leaned back, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.

you just rolled your eyes and started your night routine.

the silence between the two of you was nice. all that filled the quiet was the low hum of the bathroom fan. (you missed the way suguru was eyeing you with hooded eyes and a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he really loves you.)

by the time you finished, suguru had gone back to his stationary position with his eyes closed. you admired him and then leaned down to nuzzle your head against the crown of his head, his eyes opened pretty fast after that.

you laid a sweet kiss right against his lips, the fruity taste from his chapstick transferring to your own. then to tease him, you licked a little stripe up the center of his lips, coating his ashley piercing in spit.

“blegh! don’t do that!” and he smacked you away as you giggled.

suguru stood up and started to walk ahead of you, “i think the lack of sleep is getting to your head…” 

“whatever.” you turned the bathroom light off and closed the door behind you.

you threw yourself onto the bed and writhed in place a bit, trying to find the best sleeping position. on the contrary, suguru sat on the bed, swung his legs around, and tucked himself under the edge of the blanket pretty fast.

eventually, you found a good position. your back was to suguru’s front and you were curled facing satoru’s sleeping front. this was what you settled on every night.

but despite how tired you were, something in you still made you want to twist and turn in place like a worm. just to get all the energy out.

behind you, suguru was setting the digital alarm clock on the nightstand for some ungodly time in the morning (so he can get his workout routine out of the way). you found your perfect victim.

you pounced on suguru as softly as you could (once he turned around of course, you’d feel bad if he fell off the bed) and smothered him in kisses. 

“hi, hey, what’s up?” he sounded like he was trying not to giggle and laugh too loudly, for fear of waking up satoru.

“i dunno.” you teased and peppered featherlight kisses from the bottom of his frames down to his little double chin, giving him a big kiss where it dipped down the most. (a little freckle was right next to it. your eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness yet, but you knew it was there.)

suguru returned your affections with kisses on your cheeks that pushed so far you could feel the pressure on your tongue. you snickered bashfully and kicked your legs a little.

after that, all the fight and energy left you in favor of fatigue slipping into the cracks. you flopped beside suguru and gave him a final kiss on his right temple, “love you.” you whispered.

he turned your body around so you were back on your side and facing satoru. “love you back.” suguru whispered and kissed the back of your head.

you missed your third dearly. so in tandem, you and suguru reached out to pull satoru into your combined warmth.

at the same time, you and suguru each gave him a kiss at random points on his head, whispering the same thing, “love you so much.”

satoru woke up at the combined affection. just enough to finish the final step before sleep could claim you. he leaned forward enough to brush his lips against your nose, “love you baby.” then he reached as far as he could and kissed suguru’s neck, “love you su.” and he collapsed in front of you, back to sleep.

suguru shifted behind you, something clacking around on the side table. he put his fingers around the bridge of your glasses and folded them carefully. they clacked next to his.

your eyes closed as a big warm arm laid across your waist and extended outwards to the body in front of you.

[sirensea14]

My Bright Star

Kickin chicken x reader (part 1)

>>{Part 2 } , [part 3]

Summary: You're an orphan child from Playcare who came back to the factory 15 years later after you received a mysterious letter. (Time skip to chapter 3, around the caverns)

Warnings: fem!reader or gn reader? (Mostly afab reader, whatever you want it), a bit of fluff and angst, kickin's alive and a bit ooc (yeah ik he died cuz of pickypiggy and i hate her) so lets say hes alive here, mention of blood and torture, added a little bit of lines from DogDay's dialogue, not proofread so there may be typos and/or errors here lol

A/n: i dont know what im doing.... AAAAAAAAAAA!! I woke up imagining this scene and now I'm gonna write this out of my head.

"What is this place?" You gasped at the dark caverns in front of you. After escaping that horrendous teacher, you went into the next area, the caverns. With that, you picked up the orange grabpack hand and played a bit of the green bunny's dialogue. "Hoppy, hm? I still remember you..." you said in sad nostalgia. "JUUUUUUUUUUUU--" Hoppy screeched into your ears, earning you a snarl and covering your ears. "Geez, Hoppy! Ugh." You hissed while shooting the cutout with the flare gun.

You moved on to the next area. Ignoring the chill down from your spine, you stepped into the darkness. A loud flap of wings coming from the abyss bellowed in your ears. You gasped as a large creature of desaturated yellow appeared in front of you. In shock, you backed into a wall and sat in fear as the creature walks slowly to you. You held out your hand in a desperate attempt to protect yourself, "P-please... Someone... help..." You pleaded. At this moment, you didn't even think about the flare gun on your grabpack. All you wanted was to leave... You wished you didn't go into this hellhole.

The monster kneeled at your level and was staring at you as you looked away from it in terror. A glint of light caught its eyes. Its feathered wing touched your necklace, "No!" You grabbed the necklace in defiance, but the creature only glared at you that made you release it. "Please don't destroy it..." You cried, it was your only memory from Milo 15 years ago before you were adopted.

The monster gently held the locket with its finger. Its gaze fixed into the object. You closed your eyes in fear of it snatching it away, but it didn't. Your tensed face loosened up a bit as you saw it opened it, revealing a picture of a two children smiling in the picture. You looked at the creature with a sympathetic face, your mind was in a daze. As the monster stared at the picture, you took in the details of the beast.

'A yellow bird... star pendant... a zipper on its belly? Black hollow eyes and mouth... white iris... Scary, of course... just like the previous ones. But why is he looking at my picture of me and Milo?'

As if the bird heard your thoughts, it locked eyes on you, freezing you on the spot. "Kickin'... Chicken? You too...?" The monster continued to gaze at you. This continued for minutes until Kickin' grabbed the back of your head and touched your forehead with his.

"Y/... N..." His hoarse voice spoke. You blinked at his gesture. "Wh... Who are... you?"

Kickin's irises disappeared, his featheres hand still on the back of you head. "It's... me... remem... ber?"

"What?"

Kickin's face laced into worry. "Me... Me... Mi... lo... Remember?"

"Milo...? Wai-what-? I'm confused..." He dropped his hands from your head. He stood up groggily and held up his hand to you, "Let's... get out..." You grabbed his hand absent-mindedly, still thinking about how he was Milo. He carried you onto his back and flew through the caverns. Reaching the door leading to the Playhouse area, you grabbed the battery and activated the door. You looked back at Kickin' Chicken. Swallowing the lump in your throat you spoke to him, "Kicki--Milo, uhm," you struggled to find the right words. You looked up on him, seeing his piercing white eyes you looked down the floor again sweating bullets. "I... Thank you." I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you.

Kickin' nodded and simply left.

You looked at him dejectedly and turned to power on the grabpack hand processor. It opened the door and you looked up to the sign above the door. "Playhouse..." The place where you used to play with the other children. The place where...

"Okay, you're cute as fuck but sorry you gotta-" you fired the flare gun to a mini critter Pickypiggy. You sighed.

...the place where you and Milo used to play.

Memories crept up to your head as you fight through the mini critters crawling. Feeling dizzy from all the memories flowing through and the danger that lurks within the dark, you finally reached the staircase and went down.

"The swimming pool..." You remembered Milo showing off to you by diving into the pool. You chuckled at the trip down to memory lane. If only the Playhouse area was peaceful despite the dark, you would've stayed there for hours reminiscing the memories you used to have with the other orphans. Your face curled into a somber expression knowing that the employees here have been killed by these horrible monsters. You looked up to the door, walking as you hoped your fellow orphans did not follow the same fate. But hearing the other VHS tapes, and recently Kickin' Chicken, it might imply otherwise. You sniffled a cry, "Not here, not in this hellhole. I can't let my guard down." You hardened your expression as you approach the dungeon-like area.

Your expression was grim as you looked through the cells full of blood, darkness, claw marks, and toys. And...

"You... You're poppy's angel. Come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here..."

You put your hands to your mouth as shock came to you. Dogday was in a critical state. His body cut in half, chained up in a cell. Your words were lump in your throat. You tried to speak, "D-Dogday? What? Where are we? What is this place? Why a dungeon-look here?"

"You're in CatNap's home, angel. Their home. A million pairs of eyes are in you now. Watching, waiting, hungry." He breathed heavily.

"They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit--fill what feels empty inside themselves."

You felt a chill ran down your spine as the canine spoke the horrors of these monsters.

"That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics. These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate--and in return, they are fed." You couldn't imagine what horrors happened in those 10 years. All nothing but insanity...

"We tried to fight it, the prototype's control." Dogday continued, "I'm... The last of the Smiling Critters."

"But I saw Kickin' Chicke--"

"Listen to me, you have no much time. We can't lurk in this place for too long. You need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-" the mini critters from earlier appeared from the two sides of DogDay's cell. You backed down in horror. You tried to fire them with your flare gun, they only hissed at you while crawling their way towards DogDay's open half.

"Oh no... OH NO! Leave me, please. Just go!...RUN! AAAUHHHGHHH!!" You stayed long enough to see a mini CatNap critter crawl into the dog's eye. You ran to the exit but to no avail, it was locked. You heard DogDay's chains rattle as he freed his way to chase you down. You fell from the weak floor and ran your way in the tunnels. Making through the slides, crawling through the cramped spaces--you saw a streak of yellow glide below to the Duck Ride. Due to the chase you are situated in right now, you only thought of it as one of the duck rides.

You went in to the slide, panicking, you changed the right grabpack hand multiple times as fear laced into your mind. DogDay was nearing you. His distance to you was deadly, you felt a slight drop as you stepped back. 'I'm trapped...' you thought to yourself.

Dogday pounced on you but a pair of talons grabbed the back of your shirt, lifting you up and dropping you to the elevator from the other side. The gate closed as you were dropped and heard Dogday's head bash into the metal as he screamed. "Ow. That hurts." You groaned, rubbing your bottom that crashed to the metal. You saw a pair of orange legs before you. You looked up to see Kickin's hollow grin gleaming at you. You looked away shyly with a small smile in your face. The bird simply tilted his head at you with amusement and slight confusion.

The elevator came to a stop. You and Kickin' stepped out of the lift, you played DogDay's cutout dialogues. You stepped away from it when he screamed for an agonizingly long time.

"I wonder if he's okay..." You thought loudly. "... Probably... Not. Ate... by critters..." Kickin' uttered. Upset, you two went down the slide.

You looked at Playcare with a frown, "Has it always been like this?" You gestured at the place. All bloodied mess. Why did they do this? How did they do it? What made them do this? Who turned them into monsters? These questions lingered in your mind. The phone rang. You answered. Of course it was Ollie. You listened to his line as you went back under the Smiling Critters' statue to retrieve the key for the Counselor's Office.

You went outside and made your way to the next location. "So CatNap's a kid huh. After 15 years? Just what happened?" You said, stressed out. You suddenly felt a wing which prompted you to stop in your tracks. Kickin's worry was etched in his grin. You calmed down a bit at his touch. Looking up you admit, "I... don't know if I can continue this. It's too damn much." Your heart was pounding crazy. Anxiety and fear crept up to your chest as you worry for what the truth was. But you continued to clung to a hope that most of the people here didn't end up in death.

Kickin' kneeled at your level, caressing your cheek. "I am here... Knock me down, and I'll only stand up again. Brush it off like dust. And say, 'What's next?' "

"What's the point in all of this?" You looked down. Kickin' made you look up to him by tapping under your chin. Once again, his white eerie irises disappeared imitating a blink. He placed his forehead on yours, "I've seen you. In the Playhouse. Running and crawling. You... survived DogDay. The little toys. I know you can do this." You sniffled a cry at the toy's words. A tear escaped your eye as the fake afternoon light shone down to the two of you, in serenity. You closed your eyes as you savor the moment of peace, a scent of ylang-ylang wavering its way to your nose.

In this moment, you remembered, Milo used to do this whenever you get nervous. Pressing his forehead onto you. Telling you encouraging words, lifting up your spirits. Sharing his Kickin' Chicken toy with you as he pulled its tail for it to release ylang-ylang scent.

You lightly blushed at this hit of memory, remembering the fact that you two were childhood sweethearts. But now, he was turned into a monster. A monster he wasn't meant to be.

"Hey! The Counselor's Office is over there~!" Ollie's voice pierced through the silence. "Oh right," you lightly chuckled at him, secretly annoyed that he destroyed your moment with Kickin'. His white irises were back, filled with worry. He pressed his wing to your cheek, you gently touched his wing. "I can do this. Don't worry." You softly smiled. Hearing this, his grin beamed a bit. "I'll be waiting." He voiced out with a hint of sadness. But before he could stand up, you immediately grabbed his face and pecked his upper beak. Thrown back by this action, he stumbled standing.

"Bye! And don't worry, I'll come back alive."

His eyes still with surprise, followed you as you went to the Counselor's Office.

"Come back... alive."

A/n: IMSONORMALABOUTHIM, SHET KINIKILIG AKO (TL: shit im having butterflies in my stomach-) im sorry, i couldn't resist doing this, i just LOVE him sm yknow? Anyway ik no one would be reading this but i made it anyway--

[nishimiyachan55]

My curse boyfriend

(chapter 6)

Pairing: Mahito(jujutsu kaisen X reader)

Chapters: 6/?

Other chapters : 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Mistake?

"Y/n, why most of your clothes looks white or black?" Mahito asked laying on the bed upside down, his long hair sprawled over the floor. He was watching you rearranging your wardrobe.

You hung your clothes neatly separating each section, for white clothes, black ones, shirts, pants and your bags also. "hm....well, in my opinion black is the color of confidence and white is the color of elegance, so i love them" you pushed your self up from the floor and turned towards him giving a wide smile.

"elegance...., confidence" he held his hand up looking into his palm. How could the color of your clothes can reflect your emotions! Wearing a black dress can boost your confidence!! How silly. Humans are really trash. They can't live without making excuses afterall. He sighed.

"Mahito, do you want to go shopping with me?" All these days with mahito being the only center of attention in your life, you wanted to get some fresh air. Avoiding him will definitely not be an option. Walking towards him, you sat on the floor near the bed facing his upside down face. He look so cute, childish, you lifted your hands to cup his face and gave a soft kiss on his forehead. You could see the stiches on his head clearly now that his hair was sprawled down.

He was enthralled by your touch, he pressed his one hand behind your neck and eased your head forward to kiss on your lips. After all these days, this was the first time he did something romantically like this, even though he fucked you countless time, this was the first time he did something gentle, something that expresses his love.

The kiss was so smooth, soft, your head felt light weighted. You held your breath when his tongue swirled on yours making your nails dug into the side of his neck. You opened your eyes when his lips break from your mouth. He was smiling at you, that sweet smile he always wore on face, even when doing the worst things to you. "Let's go Y/n, i want to know more about this shopping date"...

He was swinging your hand back and forth when he walked next to you on the street walk. His fingers wrapped around yours securing you in his grip. You were walking beside him, your head lowered to hide the redness on your cheeks. He was wondering why you were acting so weird now. Usually when you are with him, you acted normal most of the time, even though sometimes you tremble with fear.

After all this time you felt comfortable around him again, that feeling when you first met him. That same feeling when you walked beside him under the umbrella on that rainy day. you could still remember the way your eyes locked with his in that library, your first meeting.

Sometimes you question your slef, was it a mistake, meeting him that day. What if you didn't met him at that day? Will you be happy? or....... aren't you happy now!? Well he make you uncomfortable most of the time, but also he takes good care of you, right? He is always there with you, he just want to protect you, or maybe overprotect. So......will you be better off without him?

He could feel your grip tightening around his fingers, he smiled down at that and pulled you closer to his side. He slid one hand on your shoulder and kept you close to him. He could feel your heart beating fast, but why now? You slept with him and had sex with him, but why do you act like this now is the first time you met!! But he found it appealing, his cute 'girlfriend' being so adorable only for him.

"are you shy Y/n?" His tone held that teasing hint to it. He wanted to see you get more flushed for him.

"NO, im not" you were a little embarrassed to admit it. For all this time, you hated those timid girls who always cling to their partners, you found them very irritating, being so shy, not being able to stand confident......you hated them. But look at you now, acting like one of them in a worst way. What did this curse do to you to make you act like this!

Poor soul, you didn't knew he was changing you, slowly breaking you, to bring you to the condition he wanted you to be, in other words...... he was silently killing your soul.

Opening the glass door you walked inside the shop holding Mahito's hand. A few people here and there loitering through different sections. It seems quiet today, usually when you come to this shop, it used to be busy.

Mahito looked amused by all those clothing, he was looking through some he thought you might like. It was hard to focus on what you wanted, because he was constantly calling your name to check the clothes he picked for you, asking whether you like it or not. You nodded yes for some of them, didn't want to make him disappointed.

wandering through different sections you found some clothes you wanted to try out and also, you picked something for him too.

"Mahito, try this one, i think you will look cute in this".

He leaned down taking a good look at the black baggy sweater you picked for him and gave a winsome smile. "Let's try this on, come on Y/n," he grabbed on your hand and walked to the trial room.

You started to feel a pricking sensation in your stomach when he closed the door. That playful grin on his face, that can't be for something good. "Mahito what are you goin-" before you could finish, he pinned you against the wall gripping both your wrists in his one palm, he held your hands up above your head.

"isn't it going to be fun...... doing it right here, in this room" he watched you writhe under his grip with that playfulness on his face. "I can't wait to fill you up right here y/n"

"NO. not here, please......Mahito" seriously..... is he going to do that!? Yes he will. This curse has no mercy for you, he doesn't care if you are his girlfriend or whatever. No, this thing like to toy with you, to play with your emotions, to make you beg and cry. That is what he is, a 'true curse'.

He slid his thighs up under your skirt and placed his knee between your thighs. "don't worry Y/n, I'll make sure to fill you a lot this time, i will fill you until your walls can't take it anymore" he laughed so hard on the thought of that, enjoying the beautiful view of your tear filled eyes. He began to rub on your clothed cunt with his knee trying to make some stimulation. "Aw.....are you crying Y/n, don't cry, I'll fill you right up"

How sad, you could do nothing to stop him, all you could do was writhe and squirm under him, begging for mercy. This was a bad idea. Why did you bring him with you! Even after knowing how he acted, why did you do that? Did you forget about all that when he gave a little love to you! When he treated you gentle for once! That kiss he gave you.....you fall for it, don't you?

He started to unbutton your shirt one by one, still straddling his knees between your wet cunt. The curse nuzzled his nose on the side of your neck and his palm moved to squeeze on your breast. You could feel his hand moving to the center of your chest, you felt a coolness of metal, a sharp object touching your skin, with a second he ripped the front strap of your bra with his finger. Your breasts bounced out and your nipples pebble instantly. "Oops....my bad, sorry Y/n"

You wanted to pull the hem of your shirt together to cover your self, unfortunately your hands were up in Mahito's tight grip above your head. Struggling to fight back was a useless effort. His cold fingers started playing with your nipples rubbing and twisting it. Mahito moved his face closer to yours, darting out his tongue to lick the drop of tear falling down from your eye.

"stop crying. It won't change my mind, instead it makes me crave for more.... your eyes soaked with tears, this despair on your face, it makes you more beautiful, i want to see your face always like this". He leaned forward and placed your legs on his hips pinning your back against the wall.

You couldn't do anything when he thrust hard into you, pushing your body against the thin wall of the trial room. All you could do was struggle hard to not make sound. But the sound of your head hitting the wall was audible. What if someone comes here! They can definitely hear the banging noise. But what if they told you to open the door! Obviously they can't see Mahito. What would they think about you then...... seeing you in wet clothes.....cum gushing out of you....

You couldn't think of a situation like that, that will be the most embarrassing thing going to happen in your life. "Mahito, please stop, you can do whatever you want when we get home, just for now.... please stop...!" In a faint low voice you whimpered in his ears.

How silly, your whimpering won't change his mind, instead it makes him crave more. He wanted you to cry, beg, moan so hard to the point that you even forget yourself. For that he made a little change to the shape of his cock, making it more girthy. With that he made sure he hit that special spot inside you.

You couldn't handle this sudden change and when he hit that spot, your eyes widened. That's it! You can't control your moans anymore. When you were about to moan louder Mahito pressed his palm on your mouth hitting the back of your head on the wall. You growled intensely into his palm frustrated to moan louder. With that, he finished at the same time as you filling you so much till your walls couldn't take it.

You panted so heavily sweating hard. When he pulled it out of your cunt, thick cum gushed out of you making the floor wet. Mahito took his palm from your mouth letting you breathe steadily. He released your hands from his grip and put you down from his hip. Your legs were still shaking, you tried to give all your strength to your leg trying to stand properly, but poor thing, you failed and collapsed on the floor.

Mahito laughed so hard at how pathetic you were. He perched on the floor to face your tear filled eyes, "awww.....how cute, come on Y/n, hold on to me" he cuddled and tried to lift you from the floor. But you were so mad at him that you hit on his chest with both hands pushing him away from you.

"leave me alone....i can stand by myself" you tried to push him away, but he held you tight in his grip and lifted you up from the floor holding you in both of his arms. You could still feel the white ooze dripping down from your cunt making the floor even more wet. How much have he filled you this time!

"look Y/n, your such a bad girl, look how messy you made the floor. What will others think about you if they see what you've done. They'll think you're such a whore who did it all by yourself"

He is right. If someone sees you like this..... You couldn't think of the rest, "put me down" you squirmed and jumped down from his grip. "I need to clean this right now. Help me" you took some tissue papers from your bad and started to wipe the floor. How rude of him, he never even tried to help you a bit , he just acted like its not his fault.

Somehow you managed to clean the floor and your self. You put on your clothes and stepped out of the dressing room before someone could see you. Luckily, no one noticed what you've done, you were so lucky that the shop wasn't busy at the day, so no one came to the side of trial room.

After billing, you wore your new clothes changing the messy ones and walked out of the shop. That's when you checked where mahito was. He was right there with you when you were paying the bill. Where did he go in a short time. Did he leave when you went to change?

Anyways you decided to search for him. The street was quite busy, people passing through. It was hard to find him from this crowd. After a while you decided to give up and go home. he'll come back, there is no need to search for him after what he did, and that's when you noticed his blue hair on the dark alley of the street. He was standing there, to your surprise he was talking with someone.

A high school kid! All this time you thought only you could see him. But....he is talking with this kid, so this kid probably sees him too right? But what does a high school kid have to do with Mahito?

All these thoughts, you stayed there thinking whether you should intervene with them or not. Maybe you should ignore, that's better. When you were about to turn back, Mahito noticed you.

"hey y/n, come here" he waved at you, gesturing to come to him. Now that he saw you there is no other choice. You walked slowly to the dark alley. Now you're getting closer to them you can clearly see the kid. He has black hair, bangs covering only one side of his eyes. And when you looked at him, he smiled at you in an innocent way.

"y/n, meet Junpei, he is a friend of mine" Mahito put his hand on you back and eased you forward to greet junpei. "and junpei, this is y/n, my girlfriend". Mahito introduced you to him. you bowed your head and smiled at the kid.

He also did the same back at you "hello y/n, nice meeting you"

Seriously what's this kid's deal with Mahito. He can't be any ordinary highschool kid. Some normal kid will never interact with someone like Mahito. Maybe if you talk with this kid, you'll be able to get some information about Mahito and what this curse truly is.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 71. brb x oc

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-

Imagine his surprise when Beatrice let him know that the blanket was actually folded and they could lie down and cover themselves with it? The weather got a bit colder but neither of them planned on leaving yet, they were just looking up at the night sky, her head on his shoulder and his hand brushing up and down her bare back, his middle finger following the line of her spine slowly.

Their clothes were safe from sand since they were all in the basket, so they didn’t have to worry too much about those things right now. He blinked when her voice quietly called his name, turning to face her only to see her gentle smile and red cheeks, “Are you okay?”

His eyes soften as his hand continues it’s up and down trailing, “I am. Are you?” she nods with her cheek still resting on the curve of his broad shoulder, cheeks flexing the more she smiled, “You really overdid yourself.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” he taps the tip of her nose when he says that, watching as she scrunched it up with a giggle, “Your ideas are always welcome, you know that.”

Beatrice hummed happily, nuzzling his skin and curling more against his body under the blanket, now the cold finally touched her body like cold needles piercing her skin, “I’ll remember that.”

“Do you want to go home?”

She just nuzzled him even more, “Not yet, we have a little bit of time before leaving.” she whispered, “Let’s just…enjoy this.”

Bradley smiles down at her, kissing the top of her head and sighing when his head falls back on the dark blanket, he could feel the sand moving under his head’s weight but nothing touched his body or hers for that matter.

It was probably the most romantic they’ve been if he had to admit, after all…when was the last time he made love under the stars? The answer would be never. “You know,” he begins, “I was thinking about this for a while.”

“Hm?”

“Outdoor stuff.” he mutters, still caressing her back, “I was thinking of doing this while we camp or something, now that I know you like stuff like this,I think we should enjoy the possibilities.”

Beatrice lifts her head from his shoulder to have a better look,holding herself up by folding her arms on the blanket, “We did plan on hiking and going camping.” he nods, “...well…should we keep the idea for the near future?”

He just chuckles, rubbing her chin with his thumb, brushing it over her lower lip, “I think so…fuck you are so beautiful.”

Beatrice smiles more, her eyes doing an almost perfect half moon shape when he says that, even if she was no longer sweating there was a beautiful sheen that made her look like she was covered in glitter. She kissed the pad of his thumb when he used it to brush over her mouth, leaning into his palm when he touched her cheek, “You are still planning on making me blush,huh?”

“Always,gorgeous.” he says, “There’s no better feeling.”

She laughs quietly, dropping back down against his shoulder, drawing random shapes on his chest as she inhales the mix of cologne and sex clinging to his skin, “You know.” he hums, signaling he was paying attention, “I never shared stuff like this with anyone…well,maybe Shells sometimes but…I don’t know,I felt weird saying it.”

“Because you felt people would judge you?”

“Yeah.” she whispers, “As you know I’m not…experienced. So most of the things I know I saw in movies or books…or fics online, so when this idea popped up I just kept it hidden deep inside of me…but you help me deal with those thoughts.” he gave her a knowing smirk, one that made Beatrice scoff, “Not like that. I mean you make me feel safe sharing them with you.”

If there was one compliment he was never tired of hearing was how Bea felt safe around him. “You know, I feel the same about you,gorgeous.” he kisses her forehead, “Because there are things I never shared with anyone either…I guess I wasn’t comfortable just as you were.”

Beatrice smiles again, leaning down to kiss him only for her phone to buzz. She sighs into his mouth, pushing herself upwards with an apologetic smile, “I think that’s our cue to leave.”

“Yeah,I guess so,” he grunts, pushing himself to a sitting position as she leans forward to grab her phone, blowing some grains of sand that stuck to the TMNT phone case before checking the messages, “I’ll get our clothes.” he says, rolling on his stomach and stretching his arm enough for it to reach the handle of the basket, pulling it towards him so he could grab the balled up clothes inside.

He carefully placed her dress first next to her, then grabbed his own pants and underwear, followed by his shirt, “My mom said Nicole is watching tv.”

“Yeah? What sort of kid shows are on this time of night?”

“Oh,none.” she smiles, “She is watching some Disney Classics, like Robin Hood.” Beatrice places the phone aside to grab her dress, quickly slipping it over her shoulders and down her arms, before she rummaged in the basket and pulled out a small black bag that he was sure only contained their napkins…but he shouldn’t be surprised when she pulled out a pair of panties from inside.

“So you had everything planned.”

Beatrice giggles, standing to her feet to put on the red panties, letting the elastic snap against her hips, wriggling a bit to get it snug against her ass, “I did.” she says, “I had to. I wasn’t going to my parents’ house completely commando.”

He laughs, putting on his underwear and pants, “Fair.” he stands up to put on his shirt, running his hand through his hair as it passes through the collar, “That’d be strange.”

“You’d love it.”

“I would love it.” he agrees with a smirk, “But the situation…wouldn’t be the best.”

They shared another laugh as they cleaned everything up, making sure to leave absolutely nothing in the sand as they left - Bea even turned on her flashlight to check if there were any trash left behind, picking up even pieces of paper that weren’t theirs - before they made their way to the car.

As she placed the basket in the passenger seat, she slapped her forehead, “Oh no! The dessert!” she hurriedly opened to check, the squeak of a styrofoam box opening making him look her way and stop walking to the driver’s door, “Oh…oh it’s okay, oh thank goodness.” he stepped behind her to see what it was seeing that Beatrice was almost crouched with relief.

“...is that…” he blinks, “Mr.Scoops’ logo?”

“Yeah.”

“You got us ice cream?”

“It’s not ice cream.” she begins, “It’s an ice cream cake with hazelnut brittle and belgian chocolate. Thank God it’s still intact.” and he muttered ‘that’s just ice cream.’ as Beatrice slowly turned around to give him a playful glare, “Keep doing that and you won’t get a piece.”

“What? Hey,come on.”

Beatrice giggles, his pout happens so naturally she wasn’t even sure if he was aware of it. She wraps her arms around his neck, meeting that pretty pout of his with her lips and smiling against his mouth, “I’m not that evil.” she whispers, “Now come on, we have to go before my parents set out a search party for us.”

Bradley kisses her one more time, taps her ass and then they enter the car, making their way over to the Schiavonis to pick Nicole up.

-

After they got Nikki they slept like a rock, there was no need to stay awake since it was also past their daughter’s bedtime. They were so tired that the night went by a flash, with Rooster waking her up with kisses to her neck and shoulders, making Beatrice smile with her cheeks flushed red, “Morning,gorgeous.”

“Mmmm,it is.” she giggles, rolling around to see his face, “How did you sleep?”

“Great.” he says, “Even better because I can still smell the ocean air  on your skin.”

She just smiles more, cupping his face with her hands to kiss his lips repeatedly,”Can you check on Nikki? I’m going to prepare our breakfast.” She,amazingly,manages to get out of the bed without Rooster trapping her with his arms. He just smirks at her, following the sway of her hips as she walks to the bathroom, fixing the underside of her panties much for his absolute adoration, “What are we having for breakfast?”

“I don’t know,” she says from the bathroom,”What do you want?”

“I can make us some pancakes.” he shrugs even though she couldn’t see it, “To celebrate.”

Beatrice just laughs again, peeking her head out of the bathroom, “You drive a hard bargain, but I wouldn’t mind.”

Rooster pushes himself off the bed,kicking the covers and running his hands through his hair to calm the sandy brown strands down, then walks into the bathroom to hug her from behind and kiss her cheek repeatedly, “Just because I can’t get enough of you.” one final peck to finalize his words and he steps away towards Nicole’s room.

He feels amazing, if there was any way to describe how he was feeling was ‘stepping on clouds’. He stretches his arms above his head, smiling when the joints popped, sighing in pleasure and pain when he feels the scratches from Beatrice’s nails sting as he lifts his arms, “Battle scars.” he tells himself, walking into Nicole’s nursery to see his daughter was sitting up.

“Oh my God! Hi pretty!” Nicole smiles at him, gurgling a laugh, “Hi! You are sitting on your own? Oh my Gosh,I didn’t even think that was possible yet?” she was four years old though,he remembered, there was a chance she’d do this according to some books he read. Eleanor and Jack both climbed out from under the crib to stretch themselves, standing besides Rooster as he picks Nicole up, “Hi baby,hi,” he kisses his daughter’s cheek, then playfully sniffs her neck, making her laugh even more, “Come on,let’s get cleaned up to have breakfast! Are you excited?”

Nicole lets out a shriek-like laugh while shaking her closed fists, cheeks turning rosy and green eyes appearing blue because of the morning light peeking through the curtains. He was humming all the way he was changing her, his humor was so good he knew there wasn’t anything that would put it down, “There you go.” he smiles, kissing her cheek one more time, “All clean and ready for the day,Birdie.”

She smiles that gummy grin that had such a hold on his heart it made him weak. Beatrice was already downstairs, he could hear her messing around with something in the kitchen, “Oh,mommy is up, let’s go greet her, yeah?” Nicole babbled back,almost as if she said ‘yes’, before hugging his neck to put her head on his shoulder.

“My favorite girls in the same room,” he says once he gets close to Beatrice, “Aren’t I just so lucky?”

His wife smiled,kissing his lips and then picking Nicole from his arms, “You are very lucky…coffee is done, by the way.” she nods to the coffee maker, “And I’m going to feed Nikki over there, okay?”

“Sure gorgeous.”

Beatrice looked down at her daughter who was already looking up at her, cheeks red like little cherries and eyes bright, “Hi,Nikki,yeah we are going to have breakfast!”. Beatrice’s phone was face down on the table, knowing no one was going to message her this early in the morning but having it close was good in case someone did.

Aka Shells. Who loved calling her even before she was even half awake.

“What’s the plan today?” he asks, grabbing a few pots and pans from the cabinets, “You going to be at the bar later?”

“Yeah,I’ll help Penny and Shells clean it.” she says, adjusting Nicole in her arms so her daughter could have her breakfast comfortably, brushing her thumb on the side of her face, “Penny is considering hiring someone else.”

“Wait,really?”

“Mhm, at least for the days me and Shells aren’t able to go. Jimmy is fun but he can’t really come every time…so we might help around the new person, just so they know what to do.”

The sizzle of the fresh pancake batter on the pan, followed by his humming was the answer she got. She looked up at him with a smile, “Smells good.”

“Course it does.” he smirks, “Bradshaw Pancakes,gorgeous. The best you’d ever have.” and it was incredible how hearing that again after the time they’ve been together felt so cathartic. When he first cooked her the pancakes they were just a few months into the relationship, never she’d imagine they’d keep the tradition…and now with a baby.

“What about you? What are your plans for today?”

He sighs, tapping the side of the spatula on the edge of the pan as he thinks, creating a little rhythm, “Sleep again, maybe.” he mumbles, “I really,really missed our bed.”

Beatrice laughs, tilting her head to the side in an almost ‘fair’ gesture, looking down at Nicole and gently holding her hand, “No gym today then?”

“Nope.” he chuckles, “I think I worked out enough last night.”

Beatrice gasps, covering Nicole’s ear with her brows furrowing, “Rooster!” he just gives her an innocent look and a shrug, but the obvious boyish grin on his face only makes it obvious he didn’t really worried too much, “...well, I’d want you to rest too, you just got home and…well,there are things to do. Halloween is in a few days! And the neighborhood has a lot of kids! So I need to go treat shopping.”

Beatrice rambled and he just watched her while flipping the pancakes, plating the ones already done - he knew she liked hers a bit more golden with a bit of crisp on the sides - and setting it in front of her, kissing her head, “Good idea,honey.”

It didn’t take long for him to join his girls on the table, sometimes ripping a piece of the fluffy pancake and tossing it to Jack who’d catch it in midair and sit back down hoping to get something else. Rooster then groans, rubbing his eyes, “Fuck…just remembered.”

‘What?”

He inhales tiredly,”I promised Mav I’d help him with his bike. It’s sputtering and coughing like an old man from the 1800’s.” he leans back on his seat, rubbing his eyes, “And I know if I don’t show up he’s going to come here and drag me out.”

Beatrice slowly chews her pancake, Rooster reaching for Nicole once she was done eating, gently patting her back so she’d burp, “It’s been a while since you saw him too.”

“I know.” he says, the gentle ‘thudding’ from his hand on Nicole’s back and his daughter’s quiet babbling added to the conversation, “And I promised him. I can’t back out.”

Beatrice holds her chin up with a hand,looking from him to Nicole, then back at him, “Why don’t you take Nikki?” she asks, seeing his brows furrow, “It’s been so long since Mav saw her too. You can take her there and set her on a safe spot.” she immediately added when his face scrunched into a worried frown, “It’s not like it’ll be that bad,right?”

“...I guess.” but he didn’t seem thrilled, “But I feel like Mav will leave me to work on the bike so he could ‘focus on Nikki’.” he air quoted with the hand burping Nicole, looking back when his daughter finally let it out, thankful for the fabric on his shoulder, “And you know how he is.”

His wife grinned, still holding her chin up, “I do…and I also know you. I know you’d want Nikki to experience different things, Roos…plus, she loves spending time with you, don’t you, honey?” Nicole lifts her head to gurgle a laugh, Beatrice cleans her face with the cloth on Bradley’s shoulder, “It’ll be fun!”

Bradley hums, lips pouting as he sinks a bit into his chair, “I’ll…think about it.”

“Plus…well,maybe there’ll be similarities that Mav will comment about.” he gives her a confused look, “Compare Nicole and you when you were a baby.”

“Oh no.”

“It’ll be really cute.”

“No,no. I’d rather step on glass.” she gives him an amused look, “Listen,I was a dumb kid…okay? I don’t want Nikki to get ideas.”

“She’s four months old,Brad!”

“So?” He holds Nicole tighter against him, “I’ve read that sometimes kids can mirror parents’ activities when they are older…I don’t want Nicole to climb trees and jump from the highest branch!” Beatrice widens her eyes at him with her mouth opening in surprise, “...it happened once.”

Beatrice shakes her head, standing up from the table to grab their empty plates - and the cloth from Bradley’s shoulder- to put everything in the sink, “You don’t have to worry about that because it’s very possible she won’t remember anything bad that Mav has to say about you.” she says, air quoting just like he did, “I think it’ll be fun…come on Roos. Nicole is old enough to learn things-”

“That reminds me, we need to buy those mind toys we saw online, they are very-” Beatrice crosses her arms and smiles, arching her brow at him, “I’m not trying to avoid the subject.”

“Really…then you won’t mind me telling Mav you’ll be taking Nikki with you.”

“There’s no need for that.”

Bea hums, “Right…then maybe we should ask Nikki.” Nicole looks up at her when she hears her name, smiling at her mother, “What do you think Nikki, do you wanna see grandpa Mav?” Nicole smiles more, eyes crinkling and her little hands moving excitedly, “Yeah! You love grandpa Mav, don’t you? And you miss him a lot!” her husband groans, throwing an ugly look over the shoulder towards her.

“That’s cheating.”

“It’s not.” she says, stepping closer to kiss Nicole’s forehead, “You know what’s going to happen? You two will have loads of fun!...Roos, these things will be important to Nicole, she won’t remember them but she’ll have the feeling inside.”

Rooster frowns, running his fingers over his mustache. It’s not like he didn’t like the idea, but…there were a lot of things there, what if she touches something? What if something just gets loose? What if she finds what a wrench is? What if she somehow presses a button? He looks down at Nikki only to see her head tilted towards him, her soft cheek on his shoulder and the precious little smile on her face…

Oh,he was so doomer.

“I swear,green eyed brunettes are my ruin.” he chuckles, sighing heavily, “Ugh…fine. I’m going to take her but Mav better not use her as an excuse to leave me there. You hear me,little missy?” he wags his finger to Nicole’s face, watching her eyes cross as she keeps it within her vision, “Your cute looks might be genetic but don’t use those pretty eyes on Mav. He won’t be carrying you all the time.”

Beatrice smiles from behind them, leaning down to kiss his cheek, “You are an amazing husband.” another kiss, “And an amazing dad…you’ll do great.”

“Thanks babe…” he smiles, “You are doing great too.” they kiss and Beatrice walks away, waving at Nicole one more time before she’s finally walking to the staircase, announcing she was going to take a shower. That left Rooster and Nicole…and the obvious hesitance of calling Mav and letting know they were coming.

[carmenized-onions]

and i’m back with another yap session🤭okay okay, there were some parts that i forgot to mention last time so hopefully i can hit them this time and feel less insane😀

1. SYD AND TONY!!! i’ve been wanting to touch on them for a while but i never know how to do in a way that makes sense?? BUT THE FRIENDSHIP IS SO PRECIOUS, I CAN’T. they remind of the tiktok sound that’s like “we were girls together” and i literally can’t get that outta my head with them🥺 i think i just love reading about tony and the rest of the gang?? like i love seeing how they fit into the chaotic puzzle that was the beef– ESPECIALLY with all the new changes happening!! plus carmy’s reactions to tony’s dynamic with everyone is actually hilarious😭 like when he was so pressed that ppl have their own nicknames for her. like carmy, please remember to breathe LMAOOO

2. also the current chapters are still making me wanna run up my WALLS😭i don’t think i ever know peace anymore… WHAT DO MEAN THE WORSE DAY IF THEIR LIVES IS COMING?? SAVE ME?? IM SCARED??

3. and carmy’s so sick and twisted but like me too so it’s cool😎 but in all seriousness, it reminds me of that feeling of being in a 3 person friend group but knowing there’s a duo and you’re not apart of it (am i articulating this properly?? idk??) it’s such an odd feeling to be jealous of something that you know you probably shouldn’t be. like just because they’re besties, doesn’t mean that they care for you any less. but i also get his desire to wanting to be her person and not just the little brother full in but then again, you can’t even blame him for feeling like that cause WHO WOULDN’T??

AHHH THERES SO MUCH MORE I WANNA SAY but this is getting kinda long so i will hold off‼️again, just wanna reiterate how much your writing makes me wanna ascend into the divine plane; it literally so amazingggg😫 tysm for reading this certified long ass yap session🫶🏾

Cannot define enough how much I love these yap sessions, literally always feel free to send me any and all fleeting thoughts in the brain box.

aside: new chapter uhhhh Sunday probably? Maybe tomorrow possibly? Pending how fast I am. I'm trying to get the next two chapters drafts done together so I can refine the first one with the knowledge of what's gonna happen in the second. Cause n Effect, All That.

ANYWAYS, you can be incoherent-- Just so you know-- It's my job to make sense of what's in my inbox, u don't have to work on that. BUT YES I LOVE WRITIN EM, I am slowly more and more just writing bits and pieces of my own friendships and isms into them. So, they're a delight of memories, to write about. AND VERY MUCH SO WE WERE GIRLS TOGETHER. I think that's literally a line, in delivery fees, something like 'you become girls, together' cause it's just ! regress! in a good way hehe.

I love writing Tony with the idea of a season 3 Bear-- Because it's this weird thing where she is simultaneously new and old-- And everything to her is also new and old. It's this weird fucking neo-nostalgia that's really fun to chew on. AND YES HE'S SO CREASED.

I try to put myself in the perspective of the perspective I'm writing for, with whatever, and when I was writing Carmen's chapter I was like this stupid motherfucker Richie got to do all this shit and hae all these stupid nicknames why the FUCK DO YOU WANT TO SAY HI TO HIM?? RICHIE!!!!?!?!??!?! And then reading it back now, a week or so later, I was like Wow. Kind of a lot, bro. Lets both take a step back.

2. Your fears are valid. Well. Is that what I'm supposed to say here? Hm. Here's what I'll say, I haven't gotten to the bad bad part, yet. So like, it could end up being not that bad, to you guys. To me it's bad. It's really bad. But like, maybe you're fine. ALSO 3RD OR 4TH WORST DAY I SAID-- JUST THE WORST FRIDAY. Because I had to give them Top something, I just needed to get specific.

3. As the littlest sibling, 100%. I can't see myself being friends with any of my older brothers' friends, so the idea of becoming one of their friends and posthumously finding out they were best friends with my brother? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? DID THEY TELL YOU ABOUT ME? DO YOU THINK I'M LITTLE BABY LITTLE STUPID? And it's also like, just being friends with All of The Beef is like ohhhhh, I remember it took me a long time to warm up and make my way with them, but for you it was probably so easy cause you're just like that, which is why I like you so why do I feel angry about that !!!

AND ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU THANK YOU, FEEL FREE TO YELL IN MY INBOX WHENEVER. P.s if anyone made it this far, u got me. I'm makin' a taglist. Reply/DM/Ask to be added!

But if you wanna be added,,,, you gotta send an essay in with it baby, or I simply won't it's the RULES!

p.s i really do love u so dearly for sending in your thoughts thank u thank u angel <3

[7-teen]

SWEET NOTHINGS | k.m.

CHAPTER 2

minors do not interact

genre: seventeen collage au

pairing: mingyu x reader named romi (i hate y/n)

series warnings: minors do not intereact : feel free to let me know if im missing any (warnings for specific chapter will not be crossed out) swearing, drugs/weed and alcohol, violence, disordered eating, self harm, toxic relations, explicit sex scenes, slut shaming, body shaming, suicide ideation, light bullying, insecurities (body) mention of weight loss / weight gain

wc: 2.36 k

description: moving across the country for college to get away from your controlling parents, you never imagined the kind of people you would meet. when one boy in particular begins to pester you to no end, you are almost ready to throw in the towel until one day all of it changes.

note: you can find chapter one linked below, or in the masterlist linked below. please let me know if i am missing any warnings. also please let me know how you are liking it! also i would be more than happy to add anyone who wants to be added to the taglist to it!  minors do not interact

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anxiety raced up your spine once you saw the four to five vehicles that were parked in the parking lot, just off the highway. the realization that you didn't know how many people, and that you didn't know any of them, was beginning to settle in. you took a deep, shaky breathe.

you took dk's hand as he offered it when you opened the car door. the path that him and cheol led you two down was almost past the definition of off the beaten path. there were rocks, and tree branches scattered across the path; dk would offer you his hand every time you guys reached a larger tree that laid across the path.

when the trees broke, it brought you guys to more of a really large pond than a small lake. there was a large dock that floated out into the water, and there had to have been at least ten people there. you weren't sure whether to feel relieved or panicked by the number of people.

"dk and cheol!" a shorter man called with arms out as we walked towards him.

"woozi! this is romi and harlow," dk introduced you guys as you all started moving towards the lake as a group.

"so you're the girl that gave mingyu some trouble?" he said in a sarcastic tone that told you he wasn't fully believing the story that mingyu was sharing with everyone. you chuckled slightly.

"he incriminated himself, i never mentioned his name once," you shrug as you watch harlow strip out of her clothes and run to jump in the water with cheol.

"that sounds like him," woozi nodded as you stopped at the end of the dock. you dropped your bag beside harlow's before removing your own clothes and shoes.

"you gonna come into the water?" woozi asked you as you sat on the edge of the dock. your toes just skimmed the surface of the water.

"no, its not really my thing," you tell him with a shrug.

"suit yourself, it's fucking hot out today," woozi laughed as he hopped into the water.

once you are settled on the dock, dk had disappeared to find one of his other friends, you finally allow yourself to relax a bit. the cold of your toes touching the water sends a shiver down your spin. but your relaxation does not last long.

"well, if it isn't the little bitch from earlier," you hear mingyu chuckle as he sits beside you on the dock, way too close to you.

"you're famous in our group now," the other boy that was with him laughed. he sat on the opposite side of you from mingyu.

"hm great," you mutter as your eyes scan the lake. harlow and cheol looked as though they were having the time of their lives.

"i'm dino," the one boy said to you, holding out his hand.

"like the dinosaurs?" you ask in a monotone voice, ignoring his hand. your patience for them was nonexistent.

"you really are a smartass," he muttered while dropping his hand.

"why aren't you in the water? you're missing out on all the fun," mingyu asks, as his hand slips onto her back.

"you know, my hair," you don't even look at him as you say it. your eyes continue to can across the water for cheol or dk, or even woozi to no avail. they were all doing their own thing.

"there is nobody to save you now," mingyu whispered close to your ear before he pushed you into the water.

you didn't even have time to panic before someone grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to the surface. you struggled in their grip and gasped as you broke the surface. you turned around in their grip and your nose was almost touching his.

"are you okay?" he asked. he had kind eyes that were a beautiful dark brown, that looked almost golden in the sun.

"i think so," you gasp, still trying to catch your breathe. you're grip on his upper arms is like a vice.

"i thought i would come help you. it's never good when someone is stuck between mingyu and dino," he laughs halfheartedly as he takes one of your arms and drapes it over his shoulder. you instinctively pull him close as your other arm wraps around the other side.

you were becoming increasingly aware of how much further the two of you were floating away from the dock. your panic began to rise again as you realized that the only thing preventing you from sinking to the bottom of this lake was this boy that you didn't even know the name of yet. your grip around him tightened.

"i'm joshua by the way," he said after a few moments of silence. you looked back at him, almost bumping your nose on his as you did so. "i heard about your little encounter with mingyu earlier."

"yeah, not my brightest moment," you huff as you begin to notice your arms cramping from hoe tightly you were clinging to joshua.

"i won't let you go," he whispered, leaning in slightly. "also, don't worry too much about mingyu and dino. they are pretty much walking sex shops; nothing but sex runs through their brains."

"i'm amazed any girl would ever want to be with either of them," you mutter as you watch cheol and harlow over joshua's shoulder.

"well that's less competition for me," joshua laughs half way through his sentence. "not that that is the motivation for having saved you."

"god, men are so insufferable," you roll your eyes as you finally relax. you taken in just how beautiful this small lake is.

"we try our best," joshua chuckled slightly as he begins to slowly make his way over to the dock again. mingyu and dino have long since gotten up and left.

"i'm sure you do," you mutter as you guys reach the edge of the dock. you grimace slightly at the sight of the slimy, green algae that coats the underside of the dock.

"hey, vernon, mind helping little lady out of the water?" joshua calls to one of the two guys standing just off the dock.

he comes over to the edge with a huge grin on his face. as he takes your hand, you can't help but notice his grip slipping in yours due to the water. you squeeze his hand tighter.

"don't drop me," you warn as he takes your forearm with his other hand.

"don't worry darling, we got you," you can practically hear the smile on joshua's voice as he grips your hips to help boost you up.

once you were fully out of the water, you stumble slightly into vernon's chest. he grips your elbows tightly to help steady you.

"i'm sorry," you smile sheepishly at vernon as you finally get your feet underneath you. his slowly dropped his hands from your arms.

"you're good. you seem to be having a good day," he says as i go to my back and grab my towel.

"y'know, it's been okay. i would have rather stayed dry but it is what it is," you shrug as you pull your shirt on.

"not a fan of water?" he asks you, and just as you're about to answer someone comes up from behind you and picks you up, spinning you in a circle.

"i see you've been for a swim," dk laughs as he sets you down on your feet. "and that joshua was your night in shining armour."

you look out into the water and see harlow and cheol splashing each other. it looks like they are having the tome of their lives, and you can't help but wish you were able to swim so you too could enjoy it. but you also couldn't complain about spinning in small circles with joshua keeping you afloat either.

"he wouldn't have had to be if it hadn't been for mingyu and dino," you groan as you, vernon and dk all make your way to the edge of the dock. you sit on the edge of it between the two boys.

"honestly, why are they even in out friend group still?" vernon asked once we were all settled on the edge of the dock.

"because they are childhood best friends to jun, wonwoo and cheol," dk seemingly recites as if he has said it a hundred times.

"still, they treat most people like absolute garbage," vernon mutters as he kicks at the water with his feet.

"there is obviously some redeeming factors about them that are unknown to me, i doubt they are just being dragged alone despite it," you mutter while leaning back onto your hands.

you almost kick joshua in the face as you feel his hands slide around your ankles and up the back of your calves. you had been paying so much attention to dk and vernon's conversation that you hadn't even noticed him come up to you guys. you gasped as your foot narrowly missed his perfect nose.

"i am so sorry," you bury your face in your hands as you say it, and only move them once you hear him laugh.

"you're all good," he assured you as he swings your ankles back and forth slightly. "are you coming to the party tonight?"

"i think dk would drag me to it if i didn't. are you going to be there?" you laugh. joshua's eyes light up more, as if it were even possible.

"i'm at every party, i will be there," joshua smiled at you.

"oh wow, look at joshua. he is moving on to the next girl already," you look over your shoulder to see mingyu laughing to dino as they pass behind you guys.

"don't listen to him," vernon snaps immediately. you look down at joshua, who is avoiding your eyes. all the brightness that had filled his earlier had left them.

"don't worry," you lean forward and whisper as you ran your hand through joshua's wet hair, effectively messing it up. you giggle as it sticks up in different directions. "i wouldn't ever listen to a word that mingyu says."

you watched as his eyes slowly moved up to your face, and the brightness filled his eyes again. there was something about how kind and soft his eyes were that drew you in. he had something about him that made you instantly trust him.

"i will for sure see you at the party?" he double checks as he slowly legs go of your ankles.

"you will for sure see me there, don't worry," you laugh as you watch joshua swim away, to a boy you haven't met yet, with the biggest smile spread across his face.

"you guys are going to make such a cute couple," dk laughs as you bring your attention back to him.

"god, as if i could ever pull a man like him," you almost scoff as you say this. joshua was such a beautiful human, and you could never in a million years imagine him actually wanting to be with you.

"are you joking? do you not see the way he looks at you?" vernon cut into the conversation.

"he is just being nice," you argue despite the fact that you could see that it was useless.

"no, joshua isn't like that with people he isn't interested in," dk affirmed.

"we've known each other less than twenty four hours and you already want to get me with your friend?" you laugh, leaning back onto your hands while kicking at the water with your feet.

"you're my best friend now, of course i am," dk leaned into you with his shoulder, and you rolled your eyes.

***

you climbed into the back of dk's truck with your  bag in tow. you and harlow had climbed in with just your tee shirts pulled over your bathing suits as they covered you both enough that you guys felt comfortable. you were just about the close the door of the truck when someone ripped the door from your grasp. you pulled your hand away quickly, rubbing at your fingers.

"hey dk, mind giving me a ride back?" mingyu asked as you glared at him in frustration. you caught dk's eyes in the mirror and he had an apologetic look on his face.

"what is wrong with who you came with?" dk asked as mingyu climbed in beside you, practically pushing you into the next seat as you moved too slow for his liking.

"they are heading to the party early, i have a few things i need to get done before it starts," mingyu informs him. listening to this interaction, you could almost see why they hang around him. he seemed so nonchalant and normal.

"alright," dk mumbled as he buckled up.

"look at you," mingyu mumbled, his tongue sliding slowly across his bottom lip as his eyes wandered down to your legs.

"who did you come with? walking back to my dorm from the party to get ready sounds better than spending an hour with you," you mutter, trying to pull the shirt further down your legs.

"jun, minghao and chan. i am sure chan would love to see you," he shot back.

"romi, climb into the front. i will sit in the back," cheol says as he gets out of the front seat. you awkwardly climb over the center console with dk's help before you settle into the front seat with your feet tucked up underneath you.

"thanks cheol," you look back to him and smile.

"gyu, i am not even kidding, if you say anything else like you just did, or do anything to piss her off, you will be hitchhiking back to your place," dk warned as he began to drive out of the parking lot just as the rest of the group got back to their vehicles.

"not my fault she isn't wearing any pants," mingyu tests under his breathe. dk slams on his breaks just before he went to turn out onto the highway and mingyu's face slams into the back of your seat as he wasn't able to get his hands out in front of him in time.

"i am not joking," dk warns once again before he pulls out of the parking lot. cheol had been rummaging through your bag and had found your shorts. you smile at him as you wiggle into them.

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[icharchivist]

icha!! I finished awakening moon :) it was very good and i can see why u love chikage! I have two BURNING questions up top though.

1. do we ever learn what the exact job of the organization is. I guessed espionage/assassin/various shady business before even starting this act so personally i’m very very happy i got there at least. hmph. I’m pretty good. but do we ever learn more about… actual job details?

and 2. do we ever get a real explanation for chikage’s “I don’t like women” line. it’s so abrupt that it’s funny but also this is the one information my sister has about chikage and it’s not easy to defend against lmaoooo. I don’t for a second believe chikage’s story abt his mother is the right one because first… if that is real it’s a bullshit excuse. like hello dude. have u ever talked to One More Woman than ur mother. izumi can’t be that special. i feel like that isn’t supposed to be totally untrue since he like… shoves izumi away after making sure she doesn’t get run over that one time? but my working theory is that izumi startled him so badly that one time he was like “i have to make sure she never touches me again” and decided the best way to do that was… whatever he said. and then he keeps being standoffish to izumi when they’re alone bc he’s already gone past the point of no return so may as well just drop the pleasant act. that line is so wild to me though because like really apart from that he is pretty normal around izumi. like. what’s going on here it’s going to haunt me.

ok now onto the chronological stuff… this is a lot more chapters, so I’ll be quicker, and anyways I feel like i set up my initial feelings and thoughts pretty well in the last ask so i don’t need to say too much stuff. anyways i feel like here a whole lotta stuff Happens but it was mostly playing out things i’d expected to happen for the most part? but i might also jump around time a little bit because of that…

anyways when they were practicing that thunder scene I was thinking that he sounded as easygoing as always. so it was nice to hear izumi back me up on that one. you're correct the voice acting here is really wonderful. wataru hatano you're amazing! and well. i mean. listen. shaiapouf as a character Is. a Character but the voice acting for him is pitch-perfect so yeah. skill. i felt like chikage goes through a Lot this arc but seriously, the voice acting for him throughout just like, consistently impressed me.

izumi’s thinking to herself he isn't good at showing emotion bc he just sounds shallow and empty. wow u really did not hold back there. i've been thinking this for a while but i want to throw homare at chikage. it would be fun for soooo many reasons. like chikage has to contend with how homare is around hisoka and everyone but also the whole homare deal of like “i’m incapable of being a normal human!” i imagine that would strike a chord somewhere. even now that he’s like reconciled with hisoka it would be rather interesting.

love the deeply hassled sigh chikage lets out when izumi asks him to stay back for a moment. I still think its crazy that izumi literally hasn’t said a thing abt how weird he’s being including tsuzuru when he was struggling with his script. also when he dropped that small bottle? My guesses were “dangerous poison serum” and “august memento” and im glad to say i was right on BOTH counts. and the way he goes "If you touched that, I would've never forgiven you." when izumi goes to pick up… chikage is so fun/interesting to me because he’s got this very placid mask for his emotions but the moment that drops he’s soooooo obvious. goes like 0-100. like he does not recover well. i would ask how he survived previous espionage missions etc. but i guess previously he did not have to deal with august and april being dead. But anyways the moment i saw that i was like “hm… hisoka didn’t wash up with it so he probably drank it… did it give him amnesia?” soooooo :) smug smile.

i do like izumi being mad at this whole thing. I mean even up to the end of this event she’s still so confused abt chikage’s women hater thing which. fair. but mostly i really like izumi’s relationship with chikage because it feels like it’s the most antagonistic she’s been towards other troupe members? like when chikage invited her out on that date i audibly said to myself “hell yeah, PvP” and well. he kidnapped her and then she antagonized him by acting out the entirety of the wonderful charlatan of oz (which, love that she knows the entire script by heart).

the spring sleepover, part two! i thought it was nice that like. itaru and banri were gaming together here and it was banri who was like “um… where the fuck is ur roommate.” it reminded me of how itaru would knowingly be like ah. I don’t think u can just skate by in akigumi. like itaru… yes chikage looks like he wants to leave but i think u are being a little. unwelcoming. tsk tsk. glad tsuzuru and the rest of harugumi react appropriately. sakuya’s "chikage always looks at me when we're acting together, but it feels like... he's not actually SEEING me, you know?" was sooo insightful. thinking about how yuzo said sakuya has that stupid innocent part of rick down pat. i've got to think. that's probably the only part of him that chikage knows too, huh… but obviously sakuya (and rick) are more than that! the “it feels like he's acting opposite to a doll instead of a person” line really makes me want to sit down with chikage and be like. oh my god. I mean i know the organization u work for is for sure illegal but i also think it’s bad for ur mental health.

the moment they decided to prank him by tampering with his food i Knew that chikage was gonna get mad lol. like as an assassin / whatever multi-talented job he has i doubt he’d take kindly to it. and then he laces izumi’s food later. lol.

hisoka going “I’m scared to fall asleep” made me really worry… but his flashback scene was so fun to watch. I don’t have much to say abt it since we get the full explanation of that last scene with august later, but i am confused about them mastering japanese…? like, my assumption has always been that they were natively japanese since um… i feel like. people would point that out otherwise right. and it wouldn’t make sense for their names to be japanese otherwise either… maybe they are and were just like. out on the streets in a foreign country u probably wouldn’t learn japanese, huh… or is it just like. anime logic.

anyways izumi got kidnapped that was so fun. quoting from my notes when i realized it was gonna happen “oh he's totally kidnapping izumi. this is the best possible outcome actually. i wanted to see them fight.” I was confused as to why chikage was getting seen by Literally Everyone bc it’s like. didnt u research their schedules. but then i realized it was on purpose lol. I really liked that izumi figured out the chika-usa thing, like, immediately! and started gushing about it lol. it was nice to see chikage open up a bit. and then she quoted august which i’m sure was sweet and not at all doing irreparable damage to chikage’s psyche. well rip to her for a while. i do think it is sooo funny how muku is like maybe they ran off and eloped! same vibes as juza seeing sakyo and his mom and thinking theyre together. i’d say its a sakisaka/hyodo thing but no. i think like at least 50% of the troupe is just like that.

chikage never being able to sleep unless he’s like totally alone because he can’t feel safe otherwise is… sad. also its such a fun contrast to hisoka! i have been thinking abt this a lot actually bc like both these characters have their own sleep quirks and also this episode is called awakening moon? which i think is obviously like. that bright moon over august’s death… but it’s also like, an awakening, which i think suggests like, the recovery of hisoka’s memories as well as chikage’s awakening to like… the truth of that night and that hisoka hadn’t betrayed them at all… but i think it’s such a fun word because like some of the most important breakthroughs in this episode don’t center on waking up at all. in fact they hinge upon the opposite: sleep! hisoka sleeping to remember and chikage sleeping around sakuya… speaking of that scene where hisoka sleeps, winter is SO SWEET throughout this entire episode. like genuinely every time they show up they’re so sweet. the way homare says he’ll keep a lookout and pay hisoka back for mmmbm! and the way later when hisokas like i have to do something. on my own. all of winter troupe comes to him and is like hey i noticed ur sleeping less… can we share ur burdens? and the way tasuku catches him when he immediately falls asleep. so good. also azuma SPECIFICALLY being the one to wish him sweet dreams! considering… everything, surrounding azuma’s own troubles with sleep and the whole good night sweet dreams from nocturnality… that got me.

december 2nd being the night before they did their plan makes me think like??? is Hisoka’s bday literally just the day he lost his memories? what a day. like did he pick that as his bday after losing his memories or was that. but goddd. what a day. love chikage and izumi in that hideout room like izumi really went “I’m gonna annoy u through my acting. fuck you.” until hisoka showed up. him doing the whole putting himself in someone else’s shoes with chikage… inspired by homare… that made me clutch my heart. especially with homares line of “you will be fine. I am sure you will know what to do” like the SURETY in that!! now I’m very glad hisoka didn’t end up drinking the amnesia serum bc chikage’s shout of “don’t!” was so distressed like wow. this is the last piece of his family he has left. but OH MY GOD. could u imagine the alternate universe where chikage did not stop him and hisoka drank that potion. and winter loved him again and again and again. like my god the drama there. also chikage seems like he would spiral so incredibly deeply because of it and it would be incredibly angsty but also it would be so interesting. I do no think a3 has the time for that since they have like, plays to do and can’t properly pull that off and make it sincere with the proper amt of time but oh my god could u imagine… on the other hand I think chikage has so much love for his family of august and april that he would never have let hisoka drink it.

I love how when they get back though izumi decides that she can totally just LIE to a troupe of ACTORS when she’s proven she’s not that good at acting… it’s good hisoka backs her up or stuff would’ve gotten crazy… I hope ppl do get to know more of the truth eventually not because I want people to be mad at chikage. mostly because I want to know the full details of his job already and bc I think it’d be nice if he had more than like One Person to share his thoughts with. it’s good he does have the one, though. and I love spring troupe reaffirming that they’re family! that rly carried throughout the whole of awakening moon, it was so good.

chikage trying to leave was one of my favorite bits of awakening moon! like itaru u are SO funny. first its like "hi chikage :) u are the best roommate i couldve asked for" (and i think he calls him sempai?? wild) and then the moment chikage leaves he calls up sakuya. pfft. he knows what he’s doing. and then sakuya!!! I KNEW that coin toss was gonna come back and I KNEW sakuya was gonna get it right The Once!! and see through his lie! and right when chikage was abt to leave!! play parallels secured hehe. also sakuya’s "isn't there anything we can do for you? isn't there anything we can do to help?" the hisoka&winter parallels! I loved how sakuya was just like. u and me. sleep on the stage. like wow… I laughed at tenma for naively going “let’s all sleep together!” as the solution for summer troupe but like clearly this technique is working well for harugumi. chikage going "I... can't be your family. I betrayed you. I don't have the right." though… my god. I have to think this is very telling in terms of how he perceived hisoka, too, in that after his betrayal he was no longer allowed to be part of chikage’s “family”—but he still tells tsuzuru he has 2 siblings, in that conversation he has with him, so I assume he was really struggling with how to feel about hisoka—as far as chikage knew, hisoka had betrayed them, but he was also the Only Family chikage had left… that’s wild. it was cute to see sakuya recount spring’s first three plays but very strange to see sakuya talk abt clockwork heart, unknowing of the entire mizuno situation. I mean, it makes sense he wouldn’t know it well, but it’s still wild to me. I also like how chikage’s sprite isn’t wearing glasses here! also when he said "When I'm playing Oswald, it's like I'm drowning in all his emotions, too. It's suffocating." I was like ah. tsuzuru did his job well, then. for real that play sure did work well on improving chikage huh.

sakuya phrasing his relative situation in terms of like. him as the audience and everyone else on stage is such an apt and compelling comparison! and then chikage and sakuya sleeping together and then the whole of harugumi piling in… that cg was SO CUTE. everyone’s just so adorable there! sakuyas expression! citron sprawled on top of them! everything!

as for the play performance, I’m glad closing night went well! the costumes for this play are sooo good. I’ve been thinking abt itaru and citrons in particular like hello? hello? yuki great job. although I wonder why masumi is wearing just like a regular fucking jacket under his scarf deal. he doesn’t look that magic to me. gosh I imagine the prop work for this play would be insane tho like. how’d they deal with the hot air balloon and stuff. and the magic. I also listened to the corresponding song and liked it a lot! for some reason it reminded me of gusty garden galaxy, like the mario music? oh and hisoka almost calling chikage april and then the teasing lilt in hisokas voice when he says "chikage, they're calling you an ape" that was so cute. but also like cmon guys. chikage's birthday is Right There. that could be such a normal nickname. I also loved homare’s et tu, tasuku?! line. that was so funny

I loved that tenma sincerely did not realize chikage kidnapped izumi. and then he, taichi and sakuya all totally believed chikage’s lie. which I did not fall for even a bit. tsumugi going "I'm glad all the loose ends have been tied" though made me sit there though like okay what the fuck does the Organization do tho. huh. that’s a pretty loose end. also does chikage really hate women. they haven’t touched that as of this line. but then hisoka saying he wants to tell winter his memories even tho it could be selfish! so sweet! and loved how tsumugi and azuma are both traditionally supportive while tasuku and homare are like you're worried about being selfish NOW? i love you that way anyways.

and THEN the last cg with chikage and hisoka reminiscing. that scene was. oh my godddd. the way u can like Hear chikage going from fond reminiscing to having his voice break down into crying… it’s soooo good. and his sad smile!! and the moon!! I’m so glad these two were able to find each other and reconciled really… the only reason I didn’t cry was bc hisoka said that family was "inseperatable and irreplacable" and I had this moment of “oh. citroncore” bc I’m like 99% sure that inseperatable is not a real word and hisoka meant inseparable instead. I’m taking it as a sign that he did not 100% master Japanese even tho it’s definitely just a super minor localization error/typo. and then chikage helping izumi wash dishes in the morning :) like I said before I like that these two r a little hostile to each other like.

chikage: you're shamelessly optimistic

izumi: why thank you.

chikage: that wasn't a compliment

that exchange was so fun. like wow okay. I also liked how izumi was like hm. let’s throw chikage into opening night. I’m sure he’ll feel frustrated by how he doesn’t measure up and just Lets That Happen. I think it’s a sort of fun difference since she’s usually pretty gentle and sweet to people. not that she isn’t to chikage! she definitely is I mean he kidnapped her and she was worried abt his sleep schedule. but I think she like is more challenging towards him and that’s a rly fun dynamic. and then chikage making up a lie to justify his women hating. I’ve already explained my confusion on this so I’m just gonna conclude with ITS KUMON AND HE WANTS TO JOIN AKIGUMI!!!!! WHOOO!!!!!!! I’m SO hype for that like. I feel we’ll get some fun juza (and possibly banri?) bits that way… I actually have heard a bit abt kumon in that I feel like I’ve read smthing abt him having a kind of weak body? so we shall see about that but I’ve got a feeling that may be the reason he’s unable to join akigumi—since that’s an action-based troupe and all… I’m very excited since it seems like he hadn’t even thought abt joining summer troupe initially!! also I am so excited to see summer in full force again. hands clasped in prayer tenma & juza main story interactions? my secondary color trio? I don’t think that’ll actually happen but 1) I can dream and 2) I can write abt it. lol. I would also love to know the flower meanings of what chikage sends to hisoka pre act 2!!!

HELLOOO FRIEND OMG! so quick to finish it!! congratulation!!!

AND DLKJFDL GLAD TO SEE THEN IT ALL MAKES SENSE. Chikage. Good.

For the two questions.

Pretty sure the implication is espionage/spy works with various level of shady involved. In the EN server we get a little more glimpse into what Chikage does in particular, other than that i think in the JPN server there's been various events just talking more in depth about the Organization and their involvement in it.

Okay so I'm on a whole different level on it because i legit heard his story about his mom and went "yeah makes sense". While he's never that mean to anyone ever, he is deeply uncomfortable around women in general in others backstages especially and i remember a backstage late in the JPN development that mentions it's really a gut feeling and he's trying so hard nowadays to improve on that, and improve on knowing "if Izumi doesn't make me feel this unwell around women then maybe i'll be able to solve this gut reaction i have around women". I think the way he violently pushed Izumi away was definitely to keep her away because he had no reason to play nice with her, and usually he behaves just, normally, but he's really uncomfortable around women still. I would be inclined to believe he didn't tell EVERYTHING regarding his family situation but to me i would assume that something bad happened when he was a child enough to make him think as a defense mechanism "women=bad". To me there's abuse involved. The Organization is hinted to be all male and Chikage is hinted to have been recruited very young, so it's possible that the turn of event is, Chikage had a toxic upbringing and, esp with a child mind, blamed his mother for not protecting him, then he moved in an all male organization and meeting women was so anecdotical until late in his life that this defense mechanism truly got worse since then and now he has a hard time getting rid of it. Personally i can't see his argument fully as bullshit because hhhh i had my mom get me from household to household by getting in relationship with abusive men who were abusive toward me and my reaction was more to blame my mother for not listening to me and doing as she pleases than to specifically get mad at those guys, so, the whole reasoning Chikage is saying in this part (if we take it as a truth) to me makes sense. It's not fair nor reasonable but trauma, especially experienced as a child, rarely is.

On a more practical level, i think it's just meant to be a romance trope lol. While a3 is more found family focused a lot of backstages, esp SSR ones, and every 3rd mini chat, involves the characters flirting with Izumi (as a self insert more than a character), not to mention it happens as well on homepage's lines for like, vday or bday and stuff. And Chikage is definitely built around the trope of "he can't stand women (for traumatic reasons) but he makes an exception for you/you make him feel safer/he's willing to grow past his trauma as you make it easier for him.". It's pretty cheesy and i do dislike that it's the trope he was plagued with but that's kind of the reasoning. So yes Izumi "can be that special", that's the trope ahah.

but yeah no personally i'm team he must have had a deep trauma and at best he says the truth and it's only because he felt abandonned when he needed help by a parent, and at worse, something much worse happened for him to be this uncomfortable with being touched by women (because he generally handles conversation with women just fine, like, he treats women pretty normally, and it's when they get touchy or invade his personal space that he gets visibly uncomfortable. and even there he never gets physical in reclaiming his bondaries, he generally lies his way out in a pleasant way, it's really only with Izumi in the intro chap that he is this violent. When he really told off Izumi it was to make sure she kept her distances and else it's really only when they got physical that his reactions were a little more pushed, in general he handles being around her like a normal person. He was mostly violent because he didn't want to play nice with Hisoka's found family, in any other circumstances he takes upon himself.). And that's kind of a horrifying thought DLKFJDF the cause of the behavior was never extended on though.

On another note he does work on it a lot and came to acknowledge that he can't just let his trauma response get in the way of his life and interractions with 50% of the society, and he's been working on getting less uncomfortable around women. but yeah it's not "hate women" in a misogynist way sorta, it's really just, yeah.

anyway back to the chapter,

DLKFJDLFK RIGHT Wacchan is incredible, truly has a Voice Range. He really has such a nice voiiice and it helps building Chikage as a character so much i love it so much.

Izumi literally doesn't hold back against prick i love that for her <3 I find his acting really interesting as to inform us on his character, and you're right, i feel like Homare would be a good person to lock him with. (Hisoka's next evil plan i'm sure. Now that they're reconsiliated he can be evil on purpose like a little brother <3). I feel like the difference is that Homare is just like that while Chikage is probably just… something he forced himself to be so much it became as natural as breathing, as a spy and everything, and that's why once Mankai pried him open like an oysters he had a really hard time sorting it all out. Like what do you MEAN his mask doesn't protect him anymore. And i think having Homare being all nodding about the lack of human emotions esp now that the dam has been broken would just have Chikage stares into oblivion like, this is my life now.

GOD YEAH about his mask. IT's so fucking cool. It's really just, as long as he can act detached and pleasant he handles everything just fine but the moment things go awry he's struggling a lot more with his emotions and i just muah But yeah you're right, for the intense reaction to the potion i do think it's a mix of still grieving August so much that anyone touching a memento of him would be like fingers in his gapping wounds, and the fact Izumi is the person that "took Hisoka way from him" with the whole theater, or, at least, so heavily linked to how Hisoka "moved on", he especially becomes more irrational with that. Since at this point he still blames Hisoka for August's death, it's having an extention of Hisoka taking the last bit of August he still has away from him. And thus, irrational behavior. Basically yeah i think he handled spying much better in term of lying and all ahah but at the moment he's still grieving and handling it in the poorest, least healthy way, that anything that ends up touching the grief itself makes him act irrational.

you really got it all figured as you read ahah i'm amazed!!!! congratz!

I do love Izumi's behavior on it. While a lot of the others actors have been prick in their own way, they at least contained it at throwing it at each other and never at Izumi. She never really had to deal with any of them being antagonistic toward her and it was interesting to see her dynamic with Chikage when Chikage basically decided to be A Menace. And I love that she's allowed to be angry and frustrated about being treated like that and how much she had to handle when Chikage became even More Of A Menace.

Spring sleepover. Always good. I do love that Banri was able to see it too and like, Banri&Itaru, the duo of "tried to leave the Mankai company" being both "huh. your roommate isn't really trying to stay in the company. That's bad.". Meanwhile yeah, remember how in the Autumn Chapter when Banri is about to leave Sakyo tells him "you can leave but don't think you'll be allowed to come back" and Banri leaves anyway and he has to beg Sakyo to come back? Like i feel like Banri was really MHMMMMMMMMMMMMM WE DONT DO THAT HERE. I ADORE Sakura's comment though, yes. It was so insightful and Sakuya is so perceptive i love him so much. Sweet son. Yuzo's comment is so funny god. yeaaaahh agreed on the comment for Chikage, the org cannot be healthy. Like, man. This is not a healthy way to live his life.

I didn't even notice the parallelism between Spring putting thing in his food VS him putting stuff in Izumi's food LMAOOOOO, payback in the worst way possible (assassin style). I loved to see Spring do something that stupid. They want to bond with him so bad!!! but he's still A Menace so this was the worst plan they had in a long while.

Oh Hisoka not being native Japanese was pointed out actually? in the Winter chapter during the spy arc, Homare mentions that Hisoka indeed sounds shady as a "foreigner no one knows the origin of". in the anime i know they took it one step further with the spy confronting Hisoka and saying "it's true you entered this country illegally and are laying low in this theater company to escape crimes?". Hisoka and Chikage are definitely implied to not be Japanese. They can still be East Asian so people wouldn't pick it up as easily, but they're not Japanese. (there was a lot of talk back in the days about the possibility of Hisoka being Russian, both because of the descriptions of intense Winter from his youth and because he is compared to a Russian Short Hair Cat in the Christmas play. Do of that as you will.) And "Hisoka" and "Chikage" are not their birthname either, they're codenames August gave them for the mission. The only reason Hisoka remembers it as his name is that since it was a name given by August, it was the only time he was given a name out of love, and as such, he held on to this name. But it's also why Hisoka and Chikage's name have the meaning they have. Hisoka's is "Secretly" and Mikage involves "shadow" in its imagery, similarly for "Chikage", and "Utsuki", Chikage's last name, is a way to say "April". August didn't really think too far about all of this lmao. That's one of the reasons i mentioned the organization to be International in a previous ask tbh. And yeah they both learnt Japanese for the job, but it's implied they both speak a lot of others languages. Chikage says it a little more obviously (and he talks about "flying aboard for work" a lot) and for Hisoka we know he's very good at English as well. Hisoka fearing falling asleep though is so :(((.

"THIS IS THE BEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME ACTUALLY" LMAOOOOOOOO You're right. yes. But yes Chikage is just shady on purpose, he's so stupid i love that about a man. But yess i love how Izumi figured out the Chika-usa thing right away. It was really her moment of "Chikage redemption arc". And then he kidnapped her and it was just, ah. but yes it was so nice to see Chikage open up and Chikage getting some emotional and psychological warfare from Izumi reminding him of August.

yeah no it's a 50% of the troupe is like that. TO BE FAIR TO THEM THOUGH. THIS IS NICHE KNOWLEDGE BUT I NEED TO SHARE. But in Azuma's birthday SSR that came out like, a month before Chikage's intro chapter, Azuma…… kidnaps Izumi to a resort island with him and then specifically sends texts to the Mankai company to say "heheh we're on a date" and then leave them on read and take Izumi's phone when Masumi and Sakyo start to send death threat. Of course it's, not the same kind of kidnapping, Izumi was mostly conscenting to joining Azuma but didn't expect the trip and didn't expect they'd stay up the night, but MY POINT IS that IN RECENT MEMORY they had Azuma and Izumi "eloping" and leaving everyone on read because Azuma is a MENACE. So IN THEIR DEFENSE i think they have reasons to jump to the wildest conclusions since they can at least go "well. It did happen once." and then look at Azuma with a look of reproach while he's just 😇

yeah Chikage not being able to sleep is sad :( it is indeed a fantastic contrast with Hisoka yeah. For the record the official nickname for April/December/August is "Gekkagumi" because "Gekka" means both "month" and "moon" ("gumi" is troupe). In Chikage's song he talks about being alone under the shadow of the moon and the word he uses for that is especially "Gekka". (he also talks about "tears falling in secret" and the term for "in secret" there is "Hisoka", which also would express how his emotions and vulnerability is something he can only afford with Hisoka,at this point at least.) I think this is also the tongue-and-cheek reason why the Moon is such an important illustration for those two, since it's a wordplay on the fact months and moon is the same thing. Which therefore adds further to how their own sleeping cycle add to it yes. I really love how much Hisoka and Chikage are built as foil to one another. Even on their designs! Like, Chikage has green hair and clear eyes, Hisoka has white hair and green eyes. Their hair part in the opposite direction to one another, like it's mirrored. And i don't remember where it's mentioned but the state of Hisoka's hidden eye is a secret and it's not impossible that it's because he's blind from this eye, VS Chikage wearing fake glasses (he doesn't need them) giving an illusion of perfect vision. With the irony, of course, that it was Chikage who was blind to the truth. and ofc Sugar VS Spice and their general personality and, of course, their sleep patern.

But yes in Sleeping we trust. I think it's such a sweet way to show that Hisoka's "quirk" which Chikage mostly frowned upon, ended up being both of their salvation and the indication that they can both lay down and rest. Chikage being kept awake is a shown of his lack of trust and amount of things to work on which shows the toxic hold the Organization has on him, and as such, Sleeping is instead associated with the safety of being able to rest around people who are here for you. It's really such a nice thematic they work on here.

WINTER IS SO SO SWEET I COULDNT STOP CRYING. Literally the whole scene about how "just how heavy is that sin you bear?" "perhaps it's heavy enough for the five of us to carry together" IN TEAAAARS IN TEARS IN TEARS LOVE IS REAL LOVE IS IN FUYU im fine im fine BUT YOU GET ME. They're all here for him in their own way and it really showcase their arc so far too. From Homare learning to read his emotions, Tsumugi ready to be here to carry his troupe with confidence, Tasuku being there physically to do that, and Azuma helping him find solace in his sleep… It's just. God Winter is so well written. The payup to their arc was so good.

Hisoka losing his memories on his bday is so sad goodness. BUT GODD YEAH. YEAH THIS WHOLE BIT. YEAH. Between Hisoka going to confront Chikage and just, knowing Homare had supported him this whole time, and this surety like you said!! god i love Fuyu i love Fuyu i love- I love Chikage's reaction to it all god. Like, i think he convinced himself he wanted to destroy December because it was the normal thing to want right? He thought Hisoka killed August, and faked his death, he blamed Hisoka for the distress he was in, and so, he put all of his distress and turned it into rage and revenge to carry on. But he never actually wanted harm on Hisoka and it's only when harm almost happened that he realized that. So blinded by revenge he was about to destroy the one thing he should have been happy to still have. His pure despair when everything sinks in and especially that Hisoka did nothing wrong is just. Everything to me. Like seriously i wasn't too hot on Chikage at first because i was so pissed at how he was treating Hisoka, but the moment the line "what do i do now…. in the end the one who was betrayed by his own family… was you by my own hand" was uttered i did a 180° and was just oh okay i would die for Chikage actually. Thanks for your time. Just the absolute devastation of realizing he was becoming the monster he had seeked to destroy, and turned the destruction he felt was righteous as a way to cope against the only person he never actually wanted to harm? God this is good angst. This is SUCh an interesting character bit. (his chara song also kinda confirms it, "rather than fooling others, i'm better at fooling myself" i'm putting my fist in my mouth)

BUT YEAH GOD the alternative universe where Chikage was just a little too late and Hisoka had drank the potion is just. GOD. Winter would love him all over again, they'd be here every step of the way, and Chikage would probably be spiral so damn much because of the guilt. I see why a3 didn't do it, like you say, but holy shit what an amazing angst fuel this idea is. but yes, agreed, Chikage loves his family too much to let it happen. Everything he wanted about Hisoka's destruction was just his grief lashing out and was never something he actually meant.

i think it's actually a good time to mention the flowers Chikage sent? the first bouquet he sent were Marigolds. They represent "Jealousy, despair, grief" in the Japanese flower language. (in other flower languages it can also means happiness, joy and good luck, but it depends how much Chikage knew that) There's a clear mix there, but to me it seems Chikage was basically sending his anguish to Hisoka. His Jealousy that Hisoka could move on (or how close Hisoka and August used to be), the despair he's been into ever since they both left, this grief. But also perhaps a part of him was wishing him happiness, joy and good luck. The second bouquet was of Zinnias. Zinnias, in the Japanese Flower Language, means "thoughts of absent friends, I mourn your absence". This one is far more explicit. Could it be about August? Of course, but i don't think so. I think it was a way for Chikage to call for help. He was genuinely mourning BOTH of them. He also lost Hisoka himself, in his mind. He saw Hisoka bloom on stage and befriend more people, and he lost him, he was no longer part of his life. No matter how they were before, Chikage loves Hisoka dearly and he still lost him.

(and i mean it for the call for help, do listen to his song: he keeps calling for help in it. Song is set before the conclusion of Awakening Moon so it's still his revenge self singing.)

So yeah it's just. a lot. I love them a lot.

LKDFJLKDF Izumi lying to everyone sure was funny. She tried. Thank you Hisoka for the back up. But yes i'd love more people to get to know about Chikage's background at least. And yes!! Spring is a family! and that includes Chikage, who lost his family, who was about to destroy the family he had left, being forcefully adopted into his own new family. fun fact! the flower associated with Chikage is the lilly of the valley, which means "return to happiness". It fits doesn't it? He lost his family but now he can have a new one. He can return to being happy….

yeah Itaru calls him Senpai, he's very cheeky about it. Itaru facing him was indeed so funny and i do love the whole thing keeping in mind Itaru almost left the company, it really was "okay time to unleash our secret "stay in Mankai" weapon. Sakuyaaaaa we need yoouuuuuu". AND THEN SAKUYA!!!! YEAH WHEN YOU FIGURED OUT FOR THE COIN TOSS I WAS EHEHEHEHEH!!! Sleeping together sure works super well for Harugumi. It's really so funny. And god yeah it sure tells a lot about how he saw Hisoka doesn't it…. man those guys. I think it's also that, just… Hisoka has been his sibling for a huge chunk of their lives when Hisoka betrayed him. Like i mentioned i think a part of him knew all along and he was fooling himself, that he still cared too much for Hisoka to turn this betrayal around. It was still his brother, no matter the amount of pain they went through. But Spring is a new family, Spring is barely getting to know him, and it's not fair that he would join this family while he only ever joined to hurt them and betray them. And also, to be fair, at this point Chikage flipped the script around as well in term of who betrayed who. He sees himself as the one who betrayed Hisoka for being unable to listen to the truth. I think it's also a case of Chikage holding himself to another standard. It's okay if his brother betrays him. That's his little brother, of course he can accept it. But it isn't okay that Chikage betrayed him, and everyone else who tried to be a family with him. Like Chikage is taking the blunt of his actions more brutally. And i think it can reflect on the idea of Chikage mostly taking it all upon himself, that he's the one who has to manage and know not to hurt others. If he says the truth about his living condition with his mom and step dad, it could be indicative on how stuff happened there, but because of what i said earlier, i'll leave it at that.

It was nice to see them discuss the Spring troupe's play but what i love about it is that, Chikage replies about it in awe on some levels? like "what Clockwork Heart wasn't finished until the very last day? could never have guessed", it means that, he didn't just come to see the Winter troupe plays. Probably because it was easier to hide his attention from Itaru by taking tickets for all the plays, or at least also Itaru's, and also perhaps to collect information on everyone. But it also feels like he got to care about those plays still enough that he's surprised by all of this. Like esp Clockwork which is also a story about grief to an extend. Knowing to lock away something to bring both of you peace until the System stops hunting you down and all. Considering Chikage threatens Hisoka telling him that if the Organization learnt he was alive, they'd destroy everything Hisoka cared for, i wonder if he could project there. Learning to lock away the knowledge that the one he cares for is still alive because the "system" isn't ready for it yaknow? But yes it's weird to see mention of Clockwork without talking about Mizuno, so wild.

Speaking of plays and the way Chikage must have felt watching them: i mentioned how i think seeing Hisoka playing characters uncaring about death/assuring that avoiding death isn't an option, probably messed Chikage up in that level of grief he was into. But i need to remind that MMMBM is a story where Hisoka investigate a murder that happened between siblings, with one of them seemingly "betraying" the other, only then to learn that the death was a mean to free them from the prison that was the obligation the sibling was tied to. I don't think Chikage would have been fully receptive to the whole plot other than "sibling kills siblings" that could have fired him up, but the whole scope of it is so daunting.

Anyway back to the scene itself, i also really like Chikage's sprite here, he looks so nice. AND HELPP. Tsuzuru's thearpy session via Theater winning once again.

i loved to see Sakuya express all of this, it's so good. AND THE HARUGUMI ILLUSTRATION IS SO GOOD. THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE. cat behavior. And the fact that despite all of them piling in, Chikage didn't wake up. That all of them makes him feel safe enough that he can sleep with all of them!! and the way all of them nuzzle next to them. also Tsuzuru's "oh well if you can't beat them." before joining them is so cute to me, the one person who could have opposed to it went, yknow what, fuck it, nap time with the family. They're all so adorable i love this CG so much.

the play was SOOO GOOD. the costumes were all amazing, indeed they all look so nice. Masumi probably was such a lazy wizard the laziness carried to the design ahah. The effects must be incredible yes, it must be a blast to see. I want to see it so bad!! and especially i love Citron's voice acting? like man it really shows how much he improved with Japanese he's so good. and omg for the music. I can imagine yes. Fun fact on the Blooming Live stage what they did for the hot air balloon was that they had a plateform that could move in the crowd in which they sang many songs (a lot of the group songs, but also Captain Sky's pirate song with the platform looking like a pirate ship), and they had a hot air balloon's prop attached to it, it looked SOOOOO cool. I doubt a3 in universe could do that but i still think about it so fondly.

Hisoka teasing Chikage is EVERYTHING, i love it so much. I wonder how everyone sees it now like, Hisoka was clearly distant with Chikage at first, sometimes downright distressed, and now he's there teasing the fuck out of him in pure little sibling behavior. i love them so much. And Homare is always so funny god.

HELPPP the trio of Guillible Kids. to be fair Tenma is going to fall for Chikage's lies a lot. There's a minichat later about how Chikage/Itaru/Citron all team up to lie to Tenma and Tenma is genuinely "i didn't think it was true but the three of them says it is so it must be right???" like. baby. Who allowed them together they're a menace. AND HELPPP. Tsumugi just knows of the loose ends at the company!! as for the Org well. Well! That's a problem for future them! BUT YESS WINTER'S REACTION IS SO MUCH. I love Hisoka worrying, Tsumu and Azuma reassuring him, and Tasuku and Homare teasingly roasting him. They're my troupe i love them so much……….

And the CG is SO GOOD i love the amount of emotions these two show there it's guuuh :(((((. BUT HELP FOR THE TYPO. i'm sure it's a typo but i'm taking the HC of Hisoka stumbling on Japanese as well, because why not, that's so funny.

and yess the hostility between Izumi and Chikage is so funny. they really have a neat dynamic, i love it very much.

One last thing about Chikage i don't know where to put but, Izumi jokes about how Chikage can now help them carrying Hisoka around and Chikage goes dark like "i did that all my life i'm not doing this again" < he says while lying because of course he would do it again, it's Hisoka.

and funnily enough, the very first time Chikage appears in the whole story is when Winter is doing a street act and right after it, Hisoka falls asleep and Tasuku catches him, and it's right when Izumi thinks THIS that Chikage slides into the screen:

IT'S SO SPECIAL TO ME LIKE. Hisoka's own personal taxi forshadowing. But also possibly Chikage seeing Tasuku taking care of Hisoka the way Chikage used to take care of him and having a hard time with the fact that he has to see his little brother, whom he was mourning, having easily replaced him.

(also also also pleaaase read Chikage and Hisoka's Coin talk. They're so freaking cute.)

ok now we can close the book on Chikage, now,

AND KUMOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!! it's going to be fun, how could it not be! I'm of course not saying anything but Kumon's plot is really neat so i hope you'll enjoy it! I hope if it doesn't give you Tenma&Juza content it gives you some fuel to imagine more Tenma&Juza content, this is the best we can hope for!

And for the flowers i shared them earlier when it made sense to share them eheheh :3c but yeah, here's a trip!

Congratulation on knowing more about Chikage!!! Here you go, here you know him, my Menace of a man. God what a good chapter.

Hope you have fun with the others chapters and i'm still looking forward to see your reactions :3c take care!

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I know I said it yesterday in my tags too, but I'm eyeing Grian's deal with his wings so much. Also his anxiety when being around other people. And obviously the "For a second all Grian could see were rocks falling in front of him" line. Stitch, what have you done??? I am Concerned.

"Scar’s tone of voice was just so sincere even though the sentence he just said was the equivalent of firing 10 arrows and hopping one landed." There are a lot of delightful sentences in this chapter, out of which this one is my favourite.

Mumbo and Scar continue to be incredibly married (Mumbo keeping a spare saddle at Scar's house. That's such a specific thing, speaking to how often Mumbo visits Scar) but now we can add Scar and Grian having a breakfast ritual together to the domestic fluff pile. It's just. It's so sweet.

"‘ANOTHER BODY FOUND OUTSIDE THE MARKET’" I'm sure this won't come up again in the future :) I'm sure nothing bad is gonna happen to our boys :)

Love the detail of Scar using floral-scented laundry soap. You are so, so right, he absolutely would. I was trying to imagine it and realised it's probably lilac scented, and now I'm having emotions about 3rd life again and I am blaming you.

"the sound of birds chirping caught his interest, too. He had to fight down the instinct to reply." okay 1) adorable but 2) I'm just here like is this just a cute moment or is it a nod towards the whole "Grian doesn't look like other avians" mystery?? I am Suspicious.

I mean, okay, I can think of several very valid reasons, but at the same time I do need to judge a little. Hey, hey Mumbo? Why do you live in such a creepy forest? like some sort of dracula? smh. (Loved the description of the vault btw P: )

I loved this chapter so much! The growing trust between Grian and Scar, and the way you show it through their actions. The banter between the two of them. The balance you've struct talking about world-building and the outside forces at work, casual enough that it doesn't seem forced, but highlighted just enough that you don't miss the importance. I can't wait to find out what happens next!

what is scar's horse's name it is vitally important i know this.

I mean, okay, I can think of several very valid reasons, but at the same time I do need to judge a little. Hey, hey Mumbo? Why do you live in such a creepy forest? like some sort of dracula? smh. (Loved the description of the vault btw P: )

what is scar's horse's name it is vitally important i know this.

Yes good continue to eye it I have. MANY feelings about his wings. I can’t share MOST of them yet because I haven’t even told Atherix wtf is going on with Grian and I don’t plan to so that will just have to wait for the story to get there. BUT I love that Grian sees other avians [who he looks different from. No headwings. No feet talons. Hm hm hm] and thinks “its so rude they’re wings aren’t curled up into their back!’ And that couple with the fact that while hesitant about it, he lets Scar touch his wings to some extent! Shows off a baby feather. Hm hm hm. What HAVE I done Brax, that is the question isn’t it.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES IM GLAD YOU LIKED THAT LINE ITS MY FAVORITE FROM THIS SECTION!!! I almost cut it in revisions but I just. I loved it too much. AND IT FIT SO WELL????????

They are incredibly married yes yes. God they’re so married. You get to see more of that married vibe in the upcoming two chapters bc Mumbo will be in them and oh my GOD they’re married. Grian is looking between the two of them and wondering why they don’t at LEAST hold hands around him. I don’t totally know if Grian is aware they ARENT together bc I mean. Look at them. AND YES SCAR AND GRIAN BEING DOMESTIC TOO SDLKGAFGDF My heart. Oh my god they were roommates. Scar’s so NICE to him that Grian just casually forgets that he didn’t REALLY have a choice in staying or not.

😊 Im sure NOTHING bad could be happening. I am so sure.

Okay yes I couldn’t decide if Scar is like a floral laundry soap or a like clean detergent smell laundry soap kind of dude but then I thought about the lilacs and poppies so you saw EXACTLY where I was going I will have desertduo brainrot for the REST of my days oh my god. Have those emotions. Let it fuel you. Hehehehe

LOLOLOLOL Okay highkey this one is CC!Grian’s fault. The birch forest he decided to build in creeps me out. IDK what it is about birch forests in Minecraft but they unsettle me. I went with a dark oak forest vibe because I feel like those creep people out more?????????? But. It’s CC!Grian’s fault. And also the fact that Mumbo is a spooky vampire yes – I imagine the forest is dark enough he can go for walks in it during the day. [I can’t remember if I’ve established that Mumbo CAN go outside during the day, he just have to cover his skin/wear sunscreen and often carry a parasol]

DAAAAAAAAAAW THANK YOUUUU. I’m ngl – Atherix got to read this one early because I wasn’t sure about the content but it got her blessing so I went ahead and revised it and I’m really happy I did. Originally, the forest scene was a lot shorter [I actually doubled its length in revisions] and I think that’s what was holding me back. The chapter I’m revising now has a scene at the very end of it that I’m doing a full overhaul on before I post it and I think that too was holding me back so!!! Very glad I went ahead with the story the way it came together, I’m badababapba lovin it again.

ALSO I UHHHHHHHHHHHH HAVENT NAMED THE HORSES. I WAS GONNA NAME IT PIZZA FOR, YOU KNOW, REASONS, BUT THEN I DECIDED THAT PIZZA SHOULD STAY A LLAMA, AND IT CAN’T BE JELLIE BC JELLIE THE CAT *IS* IN THE STORY, JUST NOT. YET. YOU’LL SEE. SO. UH. LEAVE YOUR SUGGESTIONS FOR MUMBO, SCAR, AND GRIAN’S HORSES IN THE TAGS IG

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Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - Hijikata Chapter 5

This is my last post of the month, so I’ll end by asking you to please support me if you can through my ko-fi, and paypal or patreon which provides access to my hakuoki blog translations and early access to my postings. Also, please let me know if you have any hakuoki drama cds that you’d be willing to share that are on my Lookout List since i either do not have audio for those cds or do not have audio that I can share…. and if you are able to remove watermarks from a video, please contact me.  

For some very strange reason, I decided to watch the xxxHolic stage. i mean, i don’t even remember the plot of the manga (or the last time i even read it for that matter), and since my understanding of spoken Japanese is worse than abysmal, I didn’t really understand what was going on so it probably wasn’t a good idea to watch in the first place... though in fairness, i just had it played in the background as I was mostly focusing on something else at the time. lol. yeah, im weird.

anyway, enjoy!

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - Hijikata Chapter 5

Translation by KumoriYami

Yukimura: Pickles, and freshly brewed tea for Hijikta-san...... Nn.

There was steam wafting from the tea that had been placed on the tray, and it tickled my nose [reword later].

After a trip to the kitchen to secure the pickles and tea, I headed straight towards Hijikata-san's room.

Yukimura: It would be nice if Hijikata-san could enjoy this.

I muttered quietly with anticipation, and stopped at the door in front of Hijikata-san's room.

Although it wasn't a bad idea to bring food, what if I got in the way of his work and he kicked me out?

While worrying about this, I took in a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak through the closed [im assuming it's "sliding". check later] doors.

Yukimura: Um, Hijikata-san. It's Yukimura.

…………

Yukimura: I'm sorry to disturb you while you're busy. I made you some tea...

…………

After asking several times, there was still no response/signs of movement from the other side of the door.

Yukimura: As expected, it wasn't good to bring tea over......

I was hoping this would make him happy/cheer him up, but the tea had now become cold/had cooled down.

As I listlessly hung my head as I looked down at the tea leaves floating in the teacup——

Hijikata: Hey.

The voice that I had been expecting to hear suddenly came from behind me for some reason.

Yukimura: Eh?

Hijikata: I was wondering who it was, and it turned out to be you, Chizuru. What are you doing standing in front of someone's room?

Yukimura: Hi-Hijikata-san!?

Being in such an unexpected situation, the tray almost fell out of my hands.

After reaching for the tray to keep it steady, Hijikata-san sighed.

Hijikata: Why are you so surprised. It looks like you've seen a ghost.

Yukimura: It, It's not that/N-No, I thought you'd be spending the entire day in your room working.... .!

Hijikata: Well, I was thinking about doing that earlier.

At the same he finished those meaningful words, Hijikata-san glanced at me and went into his room.

Seeing that I was still standing there dumbstruck, Hijikata-san glanced at me.

Hijikata: Weren't you looking for me? If so, don't just stand there and come in.

Yukimura: Ye-Yes!

As soon as I entered the room, the first thing that came into view were the documents and letters scattered all over the place.

After gathering up the things that had scattered to the floor, HIjikata-san sat down.

Hijikata: Well, I just wanted to ask you about what you're carrying in your hands right now...

Yukimura: Ah, yes. I was thinking that it was about time for you to take a break, so I prepared tea and some snacks for you.

Hijikata: You specifically prepared it for me? I'm sorry for troubling you.

After I put down the tray, Hijikata-san immediately reached for the pickles.

After he put the pickles into his mouth, he seemed to be chewing them carefully, as if to taste them slowly/slowly savour them.

Hijikata: Hm? This taste...

Yukimura: Yes. I heard these pickles were brought/sent over from Hino.

Hijikata: I see. No wonder why they taste familiar. 

Hijikata:——Ah, these are really delicious. The taste from my hometown is really different/special.

As if he were thinking of his hometown, Hijikata-san looked off into the distance as he sipped his tea.

That's good... he seemed to be happy.

Yukimura: Where these pickles were delivered from——Hijikata-san's hometown is the same as Kondou-san's hometown right?

Hijikata: Yeah. Haven't I mentioned this/it before? I used to learn the sword at a run-down/poor [word i have is 'poor' but i think run-down makes more sense... though i also can't think of any other word at the moment] dojo in Tama with Kondou-san, Souji and Gen-san.

I've heard several stories about that time.

The dojo that Kondou-san was the dojo master of ��—. [reword later? 'dojo' repeats twice]

It was where the other executives met.

Yukimura:...It must have been a friendly dojo.

Hijikata: That's because the owner of the dojo is/was a good person. Thanks to that/him, the number of freeloaders increased while it became more and more poor... 

Hijikata: At the time, all you could eat for a meal were sliced pickles. 

Hijikata: How about it, Chizuru, why don't you try a slice too?

Yukimura: Is that okay/Can I?

Like Hijikata-san suggested, I brought a slice to my mouth.

When I bit into it, a salty taste spread inside my mouth.

Yukimura: They're/It's delicious/Delicious......

Hijikata: Yeah. [So?] You also think that they're delicious......

Seeing how my eyes had widened, Hijikata-san smiled.

I couldn't help but feel fascinated by that smile.

Yukimura:…………

Hijikata: What/What is it? Is there something on my face?

Yukimura: N-No, that's not the case... but, I was thinking that Hijikata-san had a very tender/gentle expression just now...

Hijikata: Huh.... I couldn’t help it since you were praising the flavours of my hometown.

Hijikata-san looked away and whispered softly to himself.

...Perhaps he was feeling embarrassed.

Then/After, as I saw Hijikata-san stretch by lightly turning his neck, I nervously opened my mouth.

Yukimura: Um, speaking of which, Hijikata-san, you've been working all day... If it's alright with you, can I massage your shoulders?

Hijikata: No need to massage my shoulders. Rather, I wouldn't want such a sight to be seen by Souji [reword later? awkward]. 

Hijikata: If he saw that/you doing that, he would definitely say something to me about retiring/about how I should retire.

Yukimura: Yes/I see...

I lowered my head.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't bear to see my pitiful appearance, but Hijikata-san bitterly smiled and shook his head.

Hijikata:......I changed my mind. Well, in fact, my shoulders are [feeling] very stiff/sore.

As he spoke, Hijikata-san turned his back towards me.

Hijikata: Then..... I'll leave it to you.

Yukimura: Y-Yes! Excuse me then!

I tried to hide my nervousness as I put my hands onto Hijikata-san's shoulders.

When I touched him like this, I once again realized that he was a man again [????].

Hijikata-san's shoulders were much wider/broader than mine, and the muscles in his shoulders were as hard as rocks.

With what little strength I had, I worried that I wouldn't be able to do anything...

While I thought that, I used as much strength as I could as massaged his shoulders.

Yukimura: Is, Is this okay?

Hijikata:…………

Each time I pressed my palms into his shoulders, Hijikata-san's normally stern face seemed to loosen because of how comfortable/relaxing this was [to him].

Although he didn't answer my question, the sigh that escaped his lips was enough of a response.

I might be overstating it, but it seemed that he trusted me [???]....

Seeing his wholly relaxed/comfortable and defenceless expression, I couldn't believe that this was the same Demon Vice-Commander.

Yukimura; You seem really stiff. Thank you for all the hard work you do every day. So, will you be continuing to work after this?

Hijikata: Yeah. I was originally going to work all day today.... that's how it was supposed to be.

Yukimura: Supposed to be?

Hijikata-san glanced at me again with another meaningful look in his eyes/Hijikata-san glanced at me with the same meaningful eyes he had before.

As I blinked my eyes, not knowing what he meant, Hijikata-san's lips lifted into a smile.

Hijikata: In fact, I was going to ordering uniforms, estimating the cost of repairing the leak in the roof... But it seems like the work I was supposed to do was done by someone else. 

Yukimura: Th-That/Th-Then...

I finally managed to figure out the situation.

Then, almost as if he were waiting for it, Hijikata-san gently put his hand on the top of my head.

Hijikata: I rarely have free time.... but it wouldn't be bad to go out.

Yukimura: Ye-Yes!

Hijikata: Tell/Call me when you want to go to the festival. If you like, I'll accompany you.

Seeing that Hijikata-san was cheerfully smiling/cheerfully laughed, I also smiled.

Since I could go to the festival with Hijikata-san, what should I/we go do now——

-end of chapter-

[writethelifeyouwant]

Dive Bar, Ch 3/?

Pairing: Dean x OFC (Dany) x Sam (brief), Dean x Sam (eventually) 

Rating: 18+

Prompt/Summary: @spnkinkbingo square - Gay Panic (eventually, I don’t know how to write short things, so the gay panic comes later). Dany and Dean hit it off at a bar and Dean is confident it’s a sure thing. But Dean doesn’t know that Dany’s has a dare to complete, and he definitely didn’t imagine his night would end with his pull inviting his little brother to come home with them too. 

WC: 2690

Warnings: slight d/s tones, oral sex (m receiving), incest, p in v, orgasms, threesome, emotional constipation 

Chapter 2

*** Dean’s eyes were wide and glassy, flicking from Dany to Sam, Dany’s slick still shining on his chin. 

“I don’t think he’s touched anyone else’s cock before,” Sam smirked. “Maybe I need to show him how it’s done.” He was still lazily stroking himself, a lusty smile spread over his lips. 

Dean didn’t think he should feel any better about that prospect than Dany’s request but he also knew if he thought too hard about it he would stop, he would back out, and he wasn’t about to stand down. Goddamnit, Sam wasn’t gonna scare Dean off now. If he did he’d never let Dean hear the end of it.

Screw it. Dean didn’t exactly say ‘sure, go for it’ but Sam correctly took his silence to be the green light.

Dean crawled up the length of the bed and pulled Dany down to kiss him. She could taste herself on his tongue, thick and cloying. Dean tried to devour her, kneading her breasts and losing his fingers in her hair, desperately trying to distract himself from what he knew was coming. He grunted when he felt fingers dance over the head of his cock and drag down its length. Nervous about what he would see, he looked down, relieved when he saw the clearly female hands rather than Sam’s. Sam’s hands that have apparently done this before, touched another dude’s junk before. Hang on.

“Wait, Sam,” Dean panted. Trying to collect the thoughts he’d had just a moment ago was harder once Dany started jerking him off. 

“Yes Dean?” Sam had been expecting the protest, the hesitation, and he sat by their feet, gently stroking up and down Dany’ legs. 

“You’re gonna ‘show me how it’s done’?” The air quotes were heavily implied in his voice. “When the hell have you touched someone else’s dick?” Dean was agitated, almost indignant. Sam knew he’d be nervous about it but this felt like more than that for some reason, not that Sam could fathom what that reason was. 

“I told you,” Sam shrugged, “I’ve done this before.” He nudged his way between the tangle of legs on the bed and clasped a hand on Dean’s hip. Somewhere deep inside he questioned whether that was to steady Dean, or himself. “So just, let me do this, okay?” And without any more preamble Sam was sinking his mouth over Dean’s cock, chasing Dany’s fingers down his shaft, and not stopping until his nose was pressed against the skin of his brother’s waist. 

“Shit!” Dean nearly choked on how good it felt. He had to fight to keep his hips from fucking further down Sam’s throat, scared he’d hurt him somehow. He’d never had anyone able to take him that deep. 

Dany was kissing down Dean’s neck and chest, leaving small bites in her wake, but all the while keeping her eyes locked on Sam bobbing up and down on his brother’s cock. Christ, she didn’t think she’d seen anything that hot in her life before. Every time Sam pulled back, his lips dragged across Dean’s skin and she could see his tongue twisting around the shaft the whole way, leaving trails of spit to drip back down into the curls his nose had just been pressed against. And all the while, Sam was moaning, humming every time he got Dean back down his throat. Dany didn’t have a dick but she would have bet a whole lot of money that that felt incredible.  

“Fuck,” Dean whined, high in his throat and breathless. 

“Hey Dean,” Dany whispered against his ear. “I think Sam was being serious when he said he knew what he was doing.” 

“Yeah, no sh- shiiit.” Dean’s scoff was bitten off in a moan when Sam pulled back and sucked sloppily on his tip. “What the fuck did they teach you at that college?” 

Sam pulled off with a laugh and shook the hair out of his eyes, but he didn’t let go of Dean, still pumping his hand firmly up and down. 

“I didn’t just learn out of books at Stanford.” Flicking his gaze to Dany for a moment, Sam drew her attention away from her assault of Dean’s neck. “Condoms?” 

“Yeah,” Dany panted and spun to grab them out of her bedside drawer. “How many-” 

“Two,” Sam grunted and reached for them. Dropping one aside for the moment, he tore into the other packet and rolled it quickly down Dean’s length. “C’mere sweetheart,” Sam grabbed Dany’s hand and pulled her up into an earnest kiss, taking his time to twist his tongue into her mouth and kiss until he’d taken her breath away. When he pulled back she just stayed there, eyes closed and swaying a little. 

“Get on,” he smirked, nodding at Dean’s cock, still standing tall and hard in his hand.

Dany climbed over Dean’s lap happily, still facing Sam. Dean grabbed at her ass and pushed her apart so he could watch his cock disappear between her legs, groaning as her hot, tight, pulsing cunt sucked him in greedily. 

“God you look good like that,” Sam grinned, brushing her hair out of her face. Dany whimpered at the compliment, shifting minutely back and forth, trying to adjust to Dean inside of her. Sam noticed and smiled. “He’s big isn’t he?”  

“Mm-hm,” Dany sighed. “How did you fit him in your mouth? Jesus.” 

“How’s she feel Dean?” 

“Awesome,” he grunted, grinding his hips up a little harder, trying to get into a rhythm of fucking up inside her. “Fuckin’ tight.” Dany squeezed around him, dragging another expletive from his lips. 

“Stop teasing ‘im now, come on,” Sam laughed, smacking her on the ass.  

“But it’s so fun to tease him,” Dany pouted and ground down in a slow circle. Dean couldn’t even make a coherent word this time. 

“Yeah but we both know how desperate you are for more.” Sam reached forward and wound his fingers in the hair at the base of her skull, pulling himself up to his full height on his knees so she had to look up to his face. “You’re so desperate for cock you wanted two of us here,” he sneered. “Dean here is just your warm up. Show me what I have to look forward to.” 

Dean groaned again when Dany clenched around him instinctively at Sam’s words. She quit teasing and did as Sam said, starting to move in earnest now. With each bounce up and down she picked up her pace, gasping when she tipped back just enough to get Dean to fuck right against her g-spot with each pass. 

Sam stroked himself as he watched Dany take her pleasure, using Dean as a means to an end. And Dean was more than happy with his role if the look on his face was any indication. His eyes were scrunched, his mouth open and panting, head tipped back with the strain of focusing all his energy into his hips. He’d planted his heels in the mattress for extra leverage so he could pound into Dany as urgently as she was fucking back on to him. Her fingers groped behind her, looking for purchase on something but slipping off the sweat beading on Dean’s chest. 

Dean circled his arms around her waist and pulled them back up the bed, miraculously keeping his dick inside her as he did, and ended sitting up behind her, chest to back, so she could drop her head onto his shoulder while he took control, setting a punishing pace. His hands moved to her breasts, pinching at the nipples until they stood hard and pink and made Sam’s mouth water. Sam watched Dean bury his face in the crook of her neck but he didn’t have the energy to kiss it. His mouth just hung open, teeth scraping over the damp skin every time Dany lurched upwards. 

In this new position Dean felt even deeper and Dany was so close to falling over her edge a second time. She reached between her legs to rub at herself, not caring enough to put on a show for Sam, who she knew was still jerking himself off as he watched them, just wanting to feel that release as quickly as possible. As her whines crept higher and higher in her throat Dean’s eyes flickered open and he noticed her hand between her legs. With renewed vigour, he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her, chasing his own high. 

He didn’t know what made him do it. There were so many moans and whimpers saturating the air around them he couldn’t really have been able to tell that one was Sammy’s but he thought he heard it, and he opened his eyes to look up to his little brother, still sitting on the end of the bed watching them, and when their eyes met, Dean broke. 

His eyelids crashed down again as his hips stuttered and bucked erratically into Dany, who had hit her own edge moments before. Dean’s breath caught in his chest as he came down still rocking up into Dany’s warmth reflexively, letting the last pulses of pleasure squeeze out of him into the condom. 

Sam didn’t give them much time to relish in their moment, nearly on the verge of cumming himself after watching their little performance. He quickly ripped into the second condom packet and rolled it on. Then he reached out for Dean’s legs and pulled the recovering pair back down the bed, so Dean was lying flat again. 

Dany pulled off of Dean with a groan and leant forward to kiss Sam. He indulged her for a moment before he manhandled her off Dean’s lap to flip her around and reposition her, this time hovering over Dean on all fours. He straddled Dean’s thighs and leant down to lap at the slick pooling on the lips of Dany’s pussy, and flicking his tongue further down over her clit, which drew an agonised gasp from above him. Dany braced her forehead against Dean’s chest when she felt the tip of Sam’s cock nudge against her, pushing gently into the silken heat his tongue had just been probing. Sam had been right before; Dean was just a warm up. 

As soon as he’d bottomed out Sam broke into a brutal pace, his position allowing him to fuck into Dany harder and quicker than Dean had been able to from beneath her. He was rewarded with Dany’s keening and small, mewling whimpers that filled the heavy air around them. 

Sam folded himself over her back and laced his fingers through hers on the bed. Each thrust pitched Dany harder and harder against Dean, who was still beneath the pair, holding Dany’s head against his heaving chest, stroking her hair softly.

It didn’t take Sam long to build up to his own orgasm and when he was close, he pulled his head up and locked eyes with his brother over Dany’s shoulder. 

“Touch her Dean,” he grunted, pushing faster and faster to reach his peak. Dean complied without hesitation, fumbling between Dany’s legs until her whine told him he’d found her clit, and seconds later it was over, Sam’s eyes finally leaving Dean’s when he came, slamming shut as he choked out a groan and went rigid inside Dany’s body. Dany was twitching between Sam and Dean, breath leaving her in shudders that rocked her whole body. Dean kept petting her hair, waiting for her breathing to even out. Eventually Sam relaxed and slumped down over the pair, struggling to regulate his own breathing. For a moment, the silence was comfortable and soothing, but that quickly became too much for Dean.

“Dude, not to kill the moment, but get your behemoth body off’a me.”

*

In the end, Sam was glad Dean had insisted on driving the Impala over to Dany’s; it saved them the walk back to the bar at the ass-crack of dawn. 

After the three of them had untangled on the bed, they’d gone through the standard motions in a state of semi consciousness. Tying off condoms, grabbing glasses of water, hunting for lost underwear and t-shirts. Dany convinced them to stick around for the night. The bed was a bit small for three people, especially when two of them were the size the Winchesters were, but it did the job for a few hours.

Sam jerked awake in the grey light of an autumn predawn when Dean’s arm accidentally whacked him in the face. He retaliated in kind, flicking Dean perfunctorily on the forehead to wake him from his snuffling sleep. Two bathroom breaks and a hurriedly scribbled note later, the brothers were staggering across the blacktop and settling onto the black leather bench they called home. 

At first the silence was easily explained away by lack of sleep and the early hour. Their post-case exit strategy was routine enough that the stop-off at the motel to retrieve their bags and extract a cup of coffee from the vending machine in the lobby was all handled non-verbally, without complaint or complication. 

And for a while, they just drove. The grey light of the morning had turned into a grey day, the clouds hanging low over their heads and their mists creeping out across the countless fields that lined the highway. But the further away from that small college town they drove, the heavier the silence hung around them. By lunch time it became apparent that Dean hadn’t been driving anywhere in particular and while he breezed through a Gas-n-Sip to scrounge up some food, Sam scoured the newspapers he’d managed to find out front. 

Dean’s first attempt at speech caught in his throat, and he had to hide it behind a cough before he tried again. “Anything interesting?” He nodded at the paper Sam had spread across his lap, tossing him a bottled smoothie. What a girl. 

“Uh,” Sam glanced at Dean, who was resolutely picking through a packet of jerky, then cleared his throat. “No, um, nothing that looks like our sort of thing.”  

“Awesome,” Dean grunted and cranked the ignition. 

Sam chanced another look at his brother as they drove down the main street of whatever sleepy town they’d stopped off in. Dean was staring out at the road in front of them, seemingly concentrating on driving, but Sam could tell his eyes weren’t actually taking in anything in front of them. Whatever he was seeing it was only in his head, and he didn’t seem inclined to share with the class. 

“Do we need t-”

“Nope.”

“Were you gonna let me actually finish my sentence?” Sam griped. 

“We don’t need to talk about it, Sam, there’s nothing to talk about.” 

“Oh, really? That why you’ve been all ‘Silence of the Lambs’ since we left this morning?”

“Oh and what, you’ve been Mr. Chatty Cathy?”

“I’m just saying-”

“There’s nothing to say, Sam. So we banged the same chick last night, so what? She was hot, it was fun, end of story. I don’t need a damn debrief.” 

“Come on, Dean, that is not all that happened last night. You really expect me to believe nothing’s up with you?”

“You play 20 questions with all your one night stands or am I just lucky?” Dean sneered, glancing to his right for the first time since Sam had started talking and immediately regretting his decision. Looking at Sam only magnified the chaos he’d been slowly descending into since last night. 

“Newsflash, Dean, what we did last night wasn’t exactly your typical Saturday night.” 

“Sorry, didn’t realise you need a psych eval every time you get laid.”

“I’m not the one refusing to talk about my feelings here Dean!”

“I said drop it, Sam.”

Sam rolled his eyes and slumped back in his seat, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie. Dean let him close himself off, relieved that at least for now, he would be left alone with his thoughts. He reached forward to turn up the radio in an attempt to drown them out, but it still wasn’t quite loud enough to cover Sam’s soft exhalation of ‘jerk’. 

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[peachcitt]

fanfic year in review - 2020

hey laddies i was tagged by both @miabrown007 and @strangerahne to do this, so without further ado here we go!

1) List of fics completed this year in the order they were finished: 

Bone Tea (march) // All These Selfish Feelings (march) // Doomed from the Start (may) // Wouldn’t it be Nice (may) // my favorite set of stairs is the one up to your room (may) // screw the classics, and screw you for believing in them (june) // Friendship Bracelets (june) // Those Benevolent Stars (june) // the dark and the stained glass watchers (july) // Bloodsucker (july) // Messy Advances (july) // Happy Endings, the Sun, and Other Steps to Madness (july) // Guessing Game (august) // Passion Fruit Sunset [zine piece, currently unavailable] (september) // Home Coming [zine piece, currently unavailable] (november) // here (november) // bread and oranges (november) // clarity (november) // burgundy, near black (december) // About Emma Martin (december) // cherries (december) // falling, flying (december) // aloe-infused fuzzy socks (december)

23 fics??? okay well looking at it like this just makes me feel ridiculous

2) Number of words written:

219,184 words (which includes my unfinished fics on ao3 and the wips i haven’t posted)

again looking at it like this just makes me feel ridiculous

3) Your most popular fic:

friendship bracelets - the first in the series of my homoerotic college au zukka fics. honestly? i can’t even say im surprised

4) Your personal fav:

MAN this is hard. okay it’s gotta be a four-way tie between bone tea, those benevolent stars, home coming, and screw the classics and screw you for believing in them but really i could be lying because i wrote so much this year (i guess now last year?) that i was really really proud of 

5) Your fav scene:

okay i have a lot of favorites but for right now i’ll say: the scene in chapter 3 of those benevolent stars when adrien and marinette are sitting on the banks of the seine and they talk about their favorite colors and adrien’s soulmate - it’s such a quiet and gentle moment, and because you know that their favorite colors are based off each other’s eyes but only marinette knows that and because you know adrien is talking about his soulmate to his soulmate and she knows it but he doesn’t. it’s full of such beautiful, tragic dramatic irony that i just love so so much

6) A fic or scene that challenged you:

hm okay the last few chapters of bone tea were definitely challenging not only because of, like, the big fight scenes (which, im not really comfortable writing fight scenes) but also because i had take all of the mess of emotions in bt and wrap it all up into a conclusion that needed to be satisfying. the same could be said about happy endings, the sun, and other steps to madness (minus the fight scene part)

writing impure - my changeling jim au fic - has also been a fun challenge because i basically watch trollhunters episodes as i write, examining each line of dialogue and each character interaction and seeing how that scene or relationship would be changed by the fact that jim is a changeling. it was also a little challenging to keep everything fresh and new - especially at the times when the dialogue from the show stayed the same in the fic, but so far, im really really happy with the way the fic is going

7) A line of writing you’re proud of:

off the top of my head are these two lines, both from screw the classics:

It was the ‘Daisy, Daisy, Daisy’s, over and over. Like her name conveyed some sort of deeper meaning that she expected Daisy to be able to understand. Like if she repeated it enough, it would become a sort of prayer that God would listen to, that He would enact to make Daisy put her fists away for once in her pitiful life. It was just “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy” over and over until her name stopped sounding like a name, like a word, and it was just a sound to fill the silence so that neither of them would have to talk about the way Basira’s touch lingered each time she wiped blood away or the way Daisy would always sit so that her knees touched Basira’s even though they were on the floor and there was more than enough room for them to breathe different air.

and

But sometimes Jon was easier than Basira. He didn’t have any of Basira’s softness - he was all edges and sharp lines. His elbows were basically knives, and his hips were edged with broken glass.

the first paragraph i really love because there’s almost a rhythm to it - like poetry - and i love the sound of it and all that it means in the context of the fic. 

the second little bit i just love because every so often i think about it and i love the imagery and metaphor and the way it fits jon - in canon and in this fic. in this fic, they’re all in high school so jon is gangly and skinny and bony and in general, he’s just abrasive and a little rude. this description of him i just love (and the way i described him from martin’s pov in doomed from the start; “Jonathan Sims looked, even from a distance, as if he was perpetually smelling something awful. His features, just left of handsome, were marred by furrowed eyebrows and a distasteful frown.”)

8) A comment that touched you:

LITERALLY SO MANY????? the comments on the final chapter of bone tea, telling me that the story was something that they loved and found comfort in, the long comments on any of my fics detailing their exact favorite parts, the comments that were just short jokes that made me laugh out loud - literally i can’t pinpoint one. im just so thankful to have written things that people respond to with such kindness and love

9) Something that inspired your writing:

music!!!!!! i found myself making playlists for a few of my fics this year or listening to specific old playlists of mine for the right mood for a fic, and it’s really inspired me to write

also, as always, my own personal experiences. i thought and felt a lot this year, and i think in every single one of the fics i posted this year, you can probably find a central thought or feeling driving it that no doubt comes from my personal life

10) Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

finishing bone tea and tying the title to the fic!!!!!!!! finishing happy endings and also tying that title to the fic!!!!!! getting accepted into two different zines and working with two different amazing artists and completing those fics!!!!!!!! literally writing anything at all!!!!!!!!!

11) Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

i think mainly i just want to write, you know? i want to stop putting so much pressure on myself, because this past year i put so much pressure on myself that i was constantly feeling like i was underperforming (which was, like, super untrue, but you know how it goes) so when i wasn’t writing i felt like i was wasting time. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i had so much fun writing and creating all of these things that im so so proud of, it’s just the space in between writing sessions that i want to let myself breathe in. i don’t want to dread thinking about writing for fun anymore because that’s not fun

besides that, i think my other goals are to just continue forward with my unfinished projects - impure, the new wave, the bone tea extras - and to officially start the other two long fic ideas i have for mlb that ive been really excited about for a long while. this past year i wrote a lot of one shots (like. so many. oh my god) so maybe this year i might focus on long projects. who knows though definitely not me it’ll be a surprise for all of us

=

anyway that’s all!! thanks mia and strangerahne for tagging me!! ive been needing a lot of reminders lately that i have, in fact, written this year, and having to, like, do math and scroll through my ao3 page and all my google docs has been really enlightening so thanks so much for this

i tag: @lnc2, @chatnoirinette, @deinde-prandium, and @rosekasa! y’all don’t have to do this, but i’d love to see how y’all felt about your works this year and also to see y’all love yourselves very much because you deserve it. also literally anyone can do this you can just say i tagged you i don’t mind it’ll be our secret - i highly encourage it because it’s very sweet and very fun to look back on all you’ve accomplished this year

<3<3<3<3

[kjmsupremacist]

guys my age (yuta/taeyong)

Taeyong, fresh off of his first year of college, finds himself in a new city for his summer internship. He keeps running into a beautiful man, and Taeyong can’t help but be attracted to him. The problem? This guy is around 40, and Taeyong only just celebrated his 20th birthday.

Chapter 4 - body’s sweet like sugar venom   |   Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 5   Chapter 6   Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9   Chapter 10   Chapter 11   Chapter 12   Chapter 13   Masterlist

Characters: Taeyong, Yuta; the rest of nct intermittently

Genre: fluff, smut (lots of smut)

Warnings: AGE GAP (like taeyong is barely legal)*, daddy kink, mild dom/sub, somnophilia, mild degradation, mild spit kink, mild dollification?, cross-dressing but it’s not that exciting (yet)

Rating: Explicit

Length: 4.6k

official playlist here!

*please mind the gap! I am in no way condoning or encouraging real life age gap relationships with this fic. I think there is an inherent power imbalance, and that they are rarely healthy. I still like them in fiction though, because im fucked up :) if you think it will upset you, then please don’t read it!

(divider cropped from a photo taken by @/double_cats on twt!)

[the chapter begins straight off the bat nsfw, so i hope this preview is enough to interest you ^^]

When Taeyong wakes, the first thing he registers is heat. He almost feels too warm, and for a moment he wonders if Yuta’s A/C is broken or something. But then he tries to move, and realizes he’s trapped by Yuta’s cock.

A wave of desire washes over him. Yuta’s lips are on his neck, pressing soft, wet kisses into his skin, and he’s grinding into him, slow and lazy, hands holding his hips in place. Taeyong is overcome with gratitude—why is it that Yuta just keeps giving him whatever he asks for? He feels spoiled, and it makes him giddy.

“Fuck, daddy,” he moans breathily.

“G’morning, baby,” Yuta hums low in his throat. “How’d you sleep?”

“G-good,” Taeyong replies, pressing back against Yuta’s chest.

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. Something about his tone thrills Taeyong. “Seems like it. You were so relaxed. I think maybe you’re made to be fucked, hm? You opened right up for me, baby, it’s like your body just needs it.”

“Yeah,” Taeyong agrees, wondering how Yuta is only just coming to this conclusion. He doesn’t mind, though, likes that Yuta’s telling him what he did to him while he slept.

“You were so sweet,” Yuta continues, and Taeyong shivers. “Moaning so nice for me, even in your sleep, when I was prepping you.” Yuta spreads him a little wider, rolling him over a little so he’s half on his stomach, so he can press him into the bed. “Thought it would take longer, thought I might wake you up, but the whole time you just kept sleeping, even when I switched from my fingers to my cock.” Taeyong trembles; how long had he been asleep? How long had Yuta waited, cock pressed in him so deep, not fucking him, before he woke up? “Took me so easily, so nicely,” Yuta continues, tugging Taeyong’s arm out from under him and bending his knees so he’s fully on his chest. Taeyong’s cock is hard and aching in the empty space between the bed and his tummy, but he can’t reach it. “Were you built for me, honey?”

There’s definitely a part of Taeyong’s brain that isn’t wired quite right, because the thought that he’s just a little doll built to take cock—specifically Yuta’s cock—makes his eyes roll back in his head. “Mm-hmm,” he breathes out. “Built for you, daddy.”

“Jesus, baby,” Yuta groans. “How are you so perfect?”

Taeyong just sighs happily. Maybe he is a dumb slut, really; maybe it should worry him more, maybe he should consider it a problem, but right now he doesn’t care. He feels so good , face-first in Yuta’s mattress, first thing in the morning. He thinks he wouldn’t mind getting woken up like this every day.

“Touch me,” he pleads, and Yuta does, wraps his hand around Taeyong’s drooling cock.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Yuta purrs in his ear, and Taeyong whines. “You like it that much? You like being woken up by my cock?”

“Yes, oh please, daddy, ‘m gonna come.” Taeyong jerks his hips forward into Yuta’s fist weakly. He’s already so strung out, and the day hasn’t even begun. Yuta wraps his other arm around Taeyong’s waist—he realizes too late that his knees are giving out, refusing to hold him up any longer. He goes limp in Yuta’s hands, happy to let him rail him beyond coherence—anything to get both of them to come.

Taeyong lets his head loll, jolting a little with each thrust. Yuta’s movements are a little sloppy, but Taeyong is glad for it, knows it means he’s close. He closes his eyes, trying to hold out for as long as possible. The instant he feels Yuta still inside of him, though, he can’t help it, convulsing as he comes on the sheets.

After a moment, he hears Yuta laughing breathlessly, and laughs a little, too. Yuta pulls out of him and he rolls to the side, on his back, not bothering to stop the flow of Yuta’s release. The sheets need changing anyway. He reaches down to swipe at it a little, bringing his fingers up in front of his face to inspect the damage in the light.

“So, good morning,” Yuta says. He’s standing, already pulling the pillowcases off on the other side of the bed.

“Mm,” Taeyong giggles. “Morning.” He turns his head so he can watch him as he methodically strips the bed. “You’re so good to me.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “I’m glad you feel that way,” he says. “I think I’m barely keeping up with you.”

“It’s only fair,” Taeyong says, moving to stand so they can get the sheets off completely. “I mean, you are a lot older than me,” he adds unnecessarily. “It would make sense.”

Yuta just huffs his amusement and shoos Taeyong into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Once they’re clean and dressed (Taeyong in a pair of skinny jeans and a slightly cropped tee that has Yuta raising his eyebrows at him), they have a quick brunch and then settle down to do some work. As much as Taeyong doesn’t want to be away from Yuta’s side, he knows if he’s in the same room as him, he’s going to end up climbing him again within an hour, so he leaves Yuta in his study, and goes to sit in the living room. He makes his way through a piece, gnawing thoughtfully at his nails as he works.

Around 2, Taeyong gets a message from his landlord saying the power is finally back on. It’s good news, really—it’s Sunday, and he certainly can’t stay at Yuta’s during the workweek. With that squared away, he can really focus on his work, and soon he has a good rhythm going. He hardly notices the sun’s steady movement across the sky. He doesn’t even notice when Yuta comes down the stairs until he’s right behind him, chin resting on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him.

“Hi!” Taeyong squeaks in surprise.

Yuta’s laughter rumbles in his ear. “Hi, sorry,” he says. “You’re so focused. Do you think you’ll be at a good stopping place soon?”

“Yeah, I’m almost done,” Taeyong says. “Gimme like, 10 minutes. Why?”

“Sounds good. I’m done with my work, and it’s past five, so—I wanna drink. Do you wanna drink?”

“Um, yes,” Taeyong says. “Go make us something and I’ll join you as fast as I can.”

“It means you’ll stay the night here, though,” Yuta reminds him. “I’ll drive you back to yours tomorrow morning so you can pick up a few things before work.”

“That’s fine,” Taeyong agrees.

“Okay,” Yuta says. “What do you want to drink, then?”

“Um, I don’t know,” Taeyong says, chewing on his lip. “Whatever you have?”

“How about some plum wine? Or—ooh, sake bombs?” Yuta releases him, padding around the couch to head to the kitchen.

“Either,” Taeyong agrees. “Both. Why not?”

“Why not, indeed.” Yuta disappears around the corner, and Taeyong refocuses on his laptop.

He waltzes into the kitchen a few short moments later to see a few bottles lined up on the counter. Yuta smiles and slides a glass of chilled plum wine over to him. “Got it all done?” he asks as he raises his glass to clink against Taeyong’s.

“Yep,” Taeyong says happily, draining it. Yuta pours him another, and empties the bottle into his own glass. “Shouldn’t we have eaten something before we started drinking?”

“I’m a bad influence, I guess,” Yuta says. “We can heat something up so we don’t suffer in the morning. Wanna see what we have in the fridge?”

What we have. We. But Taeyong doesn’t say anything about it, just nods, picking up his glass and taking a contemplative sip as he roots around through the leftovers. He finds some udon soup and eel over rice, so he pulls them out and dishes them into bowls for microwaving. He hears the crack of a can being opened, and turns to see Yuta filing two new glasses with beer.

“This okay?” Taeyong asks, even though he’s already tossed the takeout containers.

“Oh, yeah,” Yuta agrees as he measures out sake shots and balances the shot glasses carefully on pairs of chopsticks.

“Either you were trained in bartending, or you were in some shit in college,” Taeyong observes as the microwave hums loudly in the background.

“No comment,” Yuta replies. “Wanna finish your last mouthful there so you can have this?”

“Are you peer pressuring me?” Taeyong asks, but he tilts his head back, swallowing the last of the sweet wine, and crosses to stand beside Yuta.

“No, I’m not your peer,” Yuta reminds him with a grin, brushing Taeyong’s hair back from his forehead, thumb ghosting over Taeyong’s cheekbone as he brings his hand down, not quite cupping his jaw. Taeyong wishes he would. “I’m instructing you.”

Taeyong doesn’t know how to respond to that one, just shivers and takes a light hold of the chopsticks on his glass. “So do I just pull?”

“No, tilt them inwards to ease the shot into the glass,” Yuta says. “Ready, go!”

Their sake shots fall in with a splash and Taeyong yelps a little as his drink fizzes. Yuta laughs at him, the rim of his cup already between his lips.

“I thought it might break,” Taeyong admits, and Yuta just shakes his head, leaning in to give him a kiss on the temple.

They eat the leftovers and have a few more drinks. Taeyong’s feeling a little fuzzy, but happily so. He’s sat in Yuta’s lap, playing with his rings as Yuta finishes a beer. Taeyong purses his lips, eyes moving to the pretty patterned shirt Yuta is wearing.

“What?” Yuta asks, catching him looking.

“I like your fashion,” Taeyong says. “Can I try on some of your clothes?”

Yuta laughs. “Is this just an excuse for you to get naked? You have an agenda?”

“No! Well, maybe, I don’t know.” Taeyong smiles, lips pressed together. “I just want to poke through your closet, I think.”

“Sure,” Yuta agrees. He puts the empty beer can on the table and coaxes Taeyong off his lap. “Let’s go upstairs, then.”

Yuta leans against the doorframe of his closet, letting Taeyong sort through the hangers and drawers, fingers running over all the fabrics, catching on buttons as he goes. He pulls out a few button-downs, shrugging them on and striking little poses in the mirror. Yuta is laughing.

“Don’t laugh,” Taeyong complains, though he doesn’t really mind.

“I’m not laughing at you, baby,” Yuta assures him. “You’re just cute.”

Taeyong hums, pushing aside some jackets, and finds behind them a few long skirts, some with a large opening down the side. He carefully unhooks the hangers and holds them up. “These are fun,” he says.

Yuta smiles, nodding. “I had a brief stint as a model, and I may or may not have stolen a couple pieces.”

“Can I try them on?” Taeyong runs his hands over them. He likes them all, but one in particular catches his eye—it’s thin, grey fabric with a white grid pattern, pleated, with a huge slit on the side. The only thing connecting one side to the other is a belt built into the waistband.

“Sure,” Yuta agrees. “That one’s meant to be worn over pants, but… well, it’s up to you. I certainly wouldn’t mind if you didn’t.”

Taeyong grins, putting the other skirts back and then retreating into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He tugs off his jeans and contemplates his underwear before taking those off, too. They both know where this evening is going. The cropped t-shirt he was already wearing actually works perfectly, just barely teasing an inch or two of skin. He turns in the mirror, giggling to himself when the fabric flutters before settling demurely around his shins. There’s no real good place to put the slit, even with Taeyong’s tiny waist. The skirt barely manages to cover anything, he sees as he sways, a little unsteady from all the alcohol. He can’t wait for Yuta to fuck him in it.

He pokes his head out of the bathroom, and Yuta smiles up at him. “Lemme see,” he encourages, and Taeyong steps out of the door. Yuta takes his time surveying him, coming up in front of him and doing a slow circle. “Baby, you look so pretty. It’s a shame it’s so long, though.”

“Honestly,” Taeyong says. “I’ve always liked skirts and things like that. But I only have the one that I stole from my sister.”

Yuta raises his eyebrows. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing that. We can also order some for you, if you want.”

Taeyong blinks. “Oh, no, you don’t have to do that. I can find some on my own time.”

Yuta takes one of his hands, humming contemplatively. “Well, we’ll talk about it, but either way, it’s good to know you like that sort of thing.”

“Mm-hm,” Taeyong says, half-checked out of the conversation already, eyes on Yuta’s lips.

“What about with, like, little stockings, would you want that too?”

“Yeah,” Taeyong agrees, thinking about the little stash of fun clothing items he has back at his place. “Yeah, I like that.”

“You’d look so cute,” Yuta says, finally, finally leaning in to kiss him. Taeyong gasps into his mouth when he grabs his waist, under the little t-shirt, cold fingertips on Taeyong’s burning skin. “What about lingerie? Would you want a garter to wear with the thigh highs?”

“Yeah,” Taeyong repeats breathlessly. I have one. He has a whole set. He’ll pack it next weekend. “C’mon, daddy,” he says, alcohol making him bold. “Are you gonna fuck me or what?”

“How bad d’you want it?” Yuta teases, his hand moving lower, to his hip, pushing the skirt aside. “Oh,” he says when he meets more skin. “No underwear? I guess you do want it.” He backs Taeyong up against the wall, kissing him while he does it so he can’t resist. Taeyong doesn’t mind, just holds Yuta’s head in his hands, curling his fingers into his hair. He’s dizzy and he can’t tell if it’s because he’s drunk or horny or both, but he loves the feeling. The fabric of the skirt swishes softly against his legs, sending goosebumps prickling across his skin. Yuta’s teeth snag on his lower lip and he whines softly.

“Can I—“ he rasps out when Yuta finally breaks away. “Can I have your mouth o-on my cock, daddy? Please?”

“You can have anything you want when you ask like that,” Yuta replies. He lowers himself carefully to his knees, pushing aside the skirt and gripping it in a bruising hold with Taeyong’s left thigh, squeezing the soft flesh to keep him against the wall, as if Taeyong isn’t powerless against him on his own.

He nudges Taeyong’s legs open wider until he’s almost underneath him, pressing openmouthed kisses to his inner thighs.

“Please,” Taeyong says again.

Yuta looks up at him and Taeyong’s breath catches in his throat. The dim light flashes off his cheekbones and eyelashes. Maybe he’s an angel, Taeyong thinks, blurry. Like the biblical kind. Terrifying; blinding; beautiful. “I don’t have a gag reflex like yours, baby,” Yuta warns. “So I’ll tap your thigh like this—” he lays his fingers flat against Taeyong’s leg and taps firmly, twice “—to let you know I need to pull off. So you can go ahead and pull my hair, do whatever you want. Okay?”

“Okay,” Taeyong breathes out.

Yuta scoots a little closer, settling between his legs, and then stretches up, taking Taeyong’s cock into his mouth, tongue pressed flat as he takes him deeper. Taeyong chokes out a soft moan, hands immediately flying to Yuta’s hair. Yuta lets him tug, even though it must hurt, the way Taeyong’s tightened his fists so close to his scalp, just hollows his cheeks and then pulls off with a wet pop. He takes half a second to breathe, and takes him back in again, swirling his tongue lazily around the head.

Taeyong’s legs are shaking; he arches back, smacking his head against the wall hard enough that the noise of it rings in his skull. He can barely feel it, though; it’s like he’s numb everywhere except for where Yuta touches him. He’s grateful for Yuta’s hands on his hips, keeping him propped against the wall. Taeyong knows he can’t trust his balance, especially not when Yuta’s head is between his thighs.

The wet heat of Yuta’s mouth is almost blinding, and Taeyong is once again reminded of one of the many advantages to sleeping with someone Yuta’s age. Taeyong thrusts forward a little on accident, and he realizes he’s been panting and moaning this whole time as he suddenly becomes conscious of his own breath, heaving in his chest.

“Daddy,” he whines. “Gonna make me come.” Yuta just hums, bobbing his head, face peaceful. “O-oh, fuck.” The vibrations from Yuta’s voice on Taeyong’s cock nearly overwhelm him, and he curls forward a little, gasping, releasing Yuta’s head in favor of pressing his hands over his open mouth. He trembles with the force of his orgasm—it always hits harder when he comes fast like this, with barely any time to bask in the growing, heady pleasure, before he’s shoved over the edge. He whimpers as Yuta sits back on his heels, pulling off with a wet pop and bringing a hand up to replace his mouth so he can stroke Taeyong through the aftershocks.

Once Yuta is satisfied, he stands, using his spit- and come-soaked fingers to force Taeyong’s mouth open. He spits the remainder of Taeyong’s release onto Taeyong’s tongue, and Taeyong whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. Yuta releases his mouth and taps his Adam’s apple. “Swallow it,” he says.

Taeyong does, not quite sure why this it’s so hot to him, but not minding, blinking his eyes open so he can see Yuta’s reaction when he opens his empty mouth, just to show that he listened.

“Good boy,” Yuta murmurs, cradling Taeyong’s jaw in one of his palms. Taeyong leans into his touch, mouth still open, and he makes a thick surprised noise when Yuta shoves two fingers from his other hand against the back of his tongue, moaning quietly once the initial shock wears off. “Little slut,” Yuta coos. “You like it when daddy spits in your mouth? Spits your own come in your mouth?”

“Mm-hm,” Taeyong says, as best he can around his fingers. Yuta withdraws them, and he gasps out, “yes,” voice rough.

“Nasty,” Yuta reaffirms, smiling. He leans in and gives Taeyong a long, sweet kiss. Taeyong wraps his arms around Yuta’s shoulders, stumbling a little as Yuta guides him away from the wall. He lets Yuta move him, and after a moment, he’s being spun, and he lands on his back on the bed. He giggles a little, drunk and happy and warm in Yuta’s soft sheets.

Yuta is already at his dresser, fetching lube. “Comfy?” he asks. Taeyong hums, watching Yuta saunter back over to him, lube tucked under his arm as he undoes the button of his jeans. He kicks them off, handing the lube to Taeyong, and gets rid of his shirt as well. God, he’s handsome, Taeyong thinks to himself, raking his eyes up and down his pretty skin, his toned waist, the piercing at his naval, the bulge in his underwear. Yuta laughs. “Still like what you see?” Taeyong nods, blinking up at him. “Mm, I like what I see, too,” he says, tugging his underwear down and crawling onto the mattress next to Taeyong. “Love seeing you in my bed.”

Taeyong also can’t quite grasp why this turns him on so bad, but it does, which is all that matters, really. He shudders, scooting up towards the pillows. “How do you want me?” he asks.

“Hands and knees,” Yuta says mildly. “Don’t spread too much, though.”

Confused, but not really in a mental state to ask, Taeyong does as he’s told. Yuta moves close behind him, sweeping the skirt aside so it’s draped over his left hip and out of the way. He hears the crack of the lube bottle being opened, and he fights the instinct to slip his legs wider.

He feels Yuta’s hands on the insides of his upper thighs, slick with lube, and it clicks. He can’t stop a whine of protest from floating up from his lungs. Yuta’s not going to fuck him.

“Hush,” Yuta says sharply. “This morning was already pushing it. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But—” Taeyong protests.

“No,” Yuta interrupts. “You said you wanted to be a good little fuckdoll for me, right? This is what I want. It’s what you need. Do you really not want it, or are you just being a brat?”

“Want it,” Taeyong mutters, sullen but resigned.

“Okay.” Yuta withdraws his hand, and a couple seconds later Taeyong feels the head of his cock bump against the back of his thighs. Yuta spreads him with his fingers, just enough to slip his cock in, and then taps on the outside of Taeyong’s thighs. “Keep it tight for me, okay, baby?”

“Mmkay,” Taeyong agrees, shifting down to his elbows so he can rest his head against his knuckles and focus on squeezing his thighs together.

Yuta drags his cock back and then pushes forward again, and every movement offers friction to Taeyong’s cock or his balls, and he bites back a moan of surprise. As put out as he is that Yuta won’t be fucking him for real, he knows that he’s probably right. In any case, he’d probably thank him tomorrow when he had to go to work. But beyond that, he has to admit he kind of really likes this, the way Yuta is using his body, the way he hardly gets anything from it—just enough to have his cock twitching again. He’s jostled forward into the pillows with each thrust, and he feels so dirty and exposed, but he loves it.

“That’s it, baby,” Yuta grits out from behind him. “You’re so soft, feel so good.”

Taeyong can only moan in response. Guess I can add this to my laundry list of kinks, he thinks to himself somewhat deliriously. He inhales sharply, thinking about Yuta using him like this when his body can’t take anything else, too wrecked for anything else; cradled to Yuta’s chest, chin hooked over his shoulder as Yuta ruts against him, cock skimming past Taeyong’s till he’s close, then pushing Taeyong down to his knees so he can finish on his face and in his mouth.

Yeah, he thinks as his breath catches in his chest from a particularly hard thrust. I’m a little fucked up. He feels Yuta’s hand around his cock, already half-hard again, and groans into the pillow. But it’s okay.

“Daddy,” he huffs breathlessly. “Oh my god, please.”

“Please what?” Yuta replies, but Taeyong can hear the strain in his voice. “Gonna come again? Just from daddy using your thighs like you’re a toy?” He tightens his grip on Taeyong’s cock, and Taeyong wails, high and reedy, only partially from the pain. “‘Cause that’s what you like, right? You like when I treat you like you don’t matter, like you’re just a dumb little boy.”

Tears force their way out of Taeyong’s eyes and down his cheeks. “Yes, yes,” he says. “Please, daddy, use my body to come, I want it.”

“So good for me,” Yuta says, and Taeyong just sobs, bucking his hips forward into Yuta’s fist as best he can while still keeping his legs pressed snug around Yuta’s cock. He teeters on the edge, not quite able to let go, but then he feels the warm splatter of Yuta’s come on his thighs, and he’s coming, too, jerking in Yuta’s grasp.

They’re sticky and gross, and so are the sheets (Taeyong cringes a little to himself, thinking of how they only just changed them that morning) but Yuta lowers himself down at Taeyong’s side and pulls him in, kissing the top of his head as they catch their breath.

“You okay?” he murmurs softly, running his fingers up and down Taeyong’s arms.

“Yeah,” Taeyong breathes.

“You know, what I said just now about treating you like you don’t matter—you do matter. To me. You know that?”

“Mm,” Taeyong agrees. “I know. You take such good care of me.” He suppresses a bubble of laughter. “I know I’m safe with you.”

“Okay, good,” Yuta says. Another kiss, this one on Taeyong’s forehead; another, on his temple. “Because you are.”

Taeyong tips his head back so he can look at Yuta. “You’re sweet,” he giggles. “But, um, can we shower now? We both have to work in the morning.”

Yuta groans unhappily, but he nods. “Let’s go, then.”

They shower; Yuta moves quickly so he can go change the sheets, leaving Taeyong to rinse off alone. Taeyong blows at some stray suds as he washes out his hair. His body aches, but it’s not as bad as yesterday. He’ll go into work with a faint, comfortable reminder of this weekend. He’s very glad for it. He only hopes it won’t end here.

Yuta isn’t giving him any reason to think it will, though. There’s always talk of next time, of things they’ll have to do, to try. It thrills Taeyong, even in his tired state, as he clumsily dries himself off, stepping out of the bathroom to find Yuta fluffing the pillows.

Taeyong goes to grab a t-shirt, and then comes back to the bed, plopping down and pulling the covers over his shoulders while Yuta turns off the lights. Yuta slips in beside him, and they settle into place, legs slotted right next to each other. Yuta wraps an arm over Taeyong’s waist and takes one of his hands in his, tracing soothing circles into his palm with his thumb.

“I’ll give you my number in the morning,” he says softly, pausing every few words to kiss random spots on Taeyong’s upper back. “In case you want to see me again.”

“Stupid,” Taeyong mutters fondly. “Of course I do.”

~ * ~

They wake up at an ungodly hour the next morning, rising with the sun. They drink their coffee and eat breakfast in gentle silence, and then Taeyong gets packed up to go back to his place. They chat on the drive back and as they draw near Taeyong's street, Yuta tells him to get his phone out, and dictates his number to him to program in.

“You need anything—you just tell me, okay?” Yuta says as he pulls up to the curb.

“Okay,” Taeyong agrees. “Um—the week will be a little busy, I think, but—how’s next weekend?” He spares a glance at Yuta out of the corner of his eye, and is delighted to find him smiling.

“Next weekend is perfect,” he agrees. “You get off at five on Friday?”

Taeyong nods.

“Okay, I’ll come get you from here around 6:30, then.”

“Just in time for dinner.” Taeyong opens the door and steps out. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Hurry and go,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “Or you’ll be late.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Taeyong grabs his bag from the back and pauses by the open window on the passenger side. “See you soon, daddy,” he says softly, just above a whisper.

Taeyong can hear Yuta’s incredulous laughter floating after him as he skips away towards his building. He grins.

[prettyallfriends]

Pretty Rhythm: My☆Deco Rainbow Wedding Chapter 13+14

(I'm weirdly motivated to just churn out a tonne of chapters tonight. I may get 2 more out of the way... Anyway, in chapter 13 we get some Rinne lore and general sadness. In chapter 14 we basically get confirmation that Ayami is in love with Chae-kyung. I got whiplash between these two chapters)

Chapter 13: The Runway Needs a Prism Heart

Mia: Aaaand here we are!!

Penguin-sensei: You insufferable airhead, dragging people along without thinking!!

Mia: People?? What are you saying~? You’re a penguin!

Penguin-sensei: Oh yeah, I forgot for a second! Yes, I am indeed a member of birdkind. I am, and always have been a penguin~ Penpen!... Wait, what are you making me say!?!?

Mia: Woah, now, don’t get mad. Anyways, what’s Rinne doing around here? (It’s a snowy tree ice rink type area)

Penguin-sensei: Geez! Rinne is entering a fashion show here today.

Mia: A fashion show!? Wow, that’s the perfect job for her, huh? I wonder what coord and what persona she’ll be wearing. That’s it! Why don’t you enter the fashion show too, Player?

Penguin-sensei: It’s not that easy to enter!

Mia: Huh really... Then, I have a question for you, Player… Does Rinne really enjoy being all alone?

Choice: She’s probably lonely / I think she’s fine

Mia: You really think so? No matter how much power you have, you’re bound to get lonely if you’re by yourself all the time. And she changes her personality so much, she might forget her true self. Let’s find her and ask her ourselves.

…

Mia: Hm, we still haven’t found her, huh? --??

Rinne: Seven-hued metamorphosis… Change!!! Pop!!! Yaaaay!☆ Today I’m gonna be super poppy and energetic! And I’m gonna work super hard for my fashion show☆

Mia: She’s changed her personality again!? So now she’s pop, huh… Wait a minute, I can’t just space out! Let’s go, Player!! Kaboom!! Excuse us!!

Rinne: Gah! You surprised me~ Oh? What’s wrong, Player?? Ah, I’ve got it! You want to enter the fashion show, right?

Picock: You fiends! What art you doing here!?

Rinne: It looks like Player wants to enter the fashion show too. It's fine, right? Whoo, okay☆

Picock: Poppycock!! Rinne, thou art entering the fashion show alone! Thou art more than enough! You must adorn yourself in the sexy coord next!!

Rinne: Seven-hued metamorphosis… Change!!! Sexy!!! Ehehe♡ Wow, I’m so touched that you came just to visit little ol’ me, Player-chan♡

Mia: And now she’s acting all sexy!?

Picock: As Rinne possess the powers of every variety of coord, she alone is enough to showcase them all. Next… is this coord! Rinne,--

Mia: That’s enough!!

Rinne: Hm…?

Mia: We don’t want to talk to the personas that Rinne uses with her coords… We came here to talk to the real Rinne!!

Rinne: The… real me??

Mia: Rinne, your said that Player has a wonderful heart, right? They use their own original My☆Deco coords. And you both want the Rainbow Wedding. If that’s the case, then fight Player as your true self!

Rinne: Stop it!!! Ugh… the power of the coords is… (she goes back to her normal outfit)

Picock: Rinne’s seven-hued metamorphosis has… reverted!?

Rinne: I… can’t do it.

Mia: Why not!?

Picock: You insolent fool! Thou art going awfully far… In that case, Player, you are to serve as Rinne’s opponent in this fashion show! Fashion a coord that suits your stage, and show us the power of My☆Deco!

Mia: Hell yeah! Player, you need to use your My☆Deco power to open Rinne’s heart!

(prism show yanno the drill)

Mia: Woohoo!!! Your coord and stage were perfect for each other! You didn’t have to change your persona to be able to perform a great prism show!

Picock: How can this be…? How canst thou perform so well without a seven-hued metamorphosis!?

Mia: It’s because Player is in tune with their own heart. My☆Deco is all about decorating your own heart, after all! Changing your persona to match your coord all the time, meanwhile? That's really sad. Rinne needs to realise that.

Rinne: Your own heart… The real me… Aaaaaaah!!!

Mia: Rinne!? Are you okay??

Rinne: I don’t get it… I don’t get it…

Mia: What don’t you get?

Rinne: I… I can’t remember. I can’t remember anything!!

Mia: Huh…?

Picock: Rinne, do not push yourself too hard whilst trying to recover your memories. There is no need to hurry. Once thou can acquire the Rainbow Wedding…

Rinne: ...I’ll remember everything I’ve forgotten?

Picock: Of course.

Rinne: That’s a relief…

Picock: It would be better if you two left for today. Rinne needs to rest.

Mia: But… Won’t she just keep doing her seven-hued metamorphosis? I mean, at this rate she’ll lose more and more of her true self!

Rinne: It’s fine… Don’t bully them, Picock.

Mia: Rinne…?

Rinne: I’m empty. But if I play all these characters… I feel like someone will tell me it’s okay to exist… After all… I’m…

Picock: Rinne, thou must rest.

Rinna: Right…

Picock: Player. If thou wishes to worry Rinne, the least you can do is polish your My☆Deco power first. The child who was chosen by the Rainbow Charm to wield the power of My☆Deco… Perhaps, you might… No, now is not the time for this.

Mia: For what? Now I have to know!!

Picock: Well then, farewell for now.

Mia: They left… Hmm. It feels like we’ve made a step in the direction of Rinne’s secret… But at the same time, her secrets keep piling up… What did Rinne forget? Agh!!! I! Need! To! Know!!!

(sad music still playing. ATARASII HAIR STYLE DE ASOBERU YO!!!! ATARASII KYOKU DE ASOBERU YO!!!!! Ljdkhjkasfj meganee realy knows how to ruin a moment. Anyway im sure it will be a great relief to learn that ive finally gotten my dream hairstyle and hair colour unlocked)

Chapter 14: Writing a Memomemo About the Secret of the Coord

Mia: You seem pretty down, huh Player? I’m pretty concerned about Rinne too, she seemed really sad… When I look at someone making a sad face, I end up feeling sad too… Ah... There’s a cat outside the window. Cats sure are great~ Not like they have anything to worry about. That’s it! Let’s become cats and just purr all day! Now, you do it too, Player! Purr, meow~~~

Ayami: STAND UP, GIIIIIRLS!!!

Mia: AHH!! Stand-up? Or is it stand up?

Ayami: That’s right. Stand up, girls. Memomemomemomemo…

Mia: What the hell, Ayami! I was in the middle of lazing around like a cat!

Ayami: Ah! Cats… A black cat!!! Cats sure are great… And they never have anything to worry about…

Mia: I literally said the exact same thing!

Ayami: Ah… I also want to become a cat.

Mia: Why? Did something happen, Ayami?

Ayami: Um…

Mia: That reminds me, you wanted to participate in Stand Up Girls, right?

Ayami: That’s right. I’m going to form a team with Chae-kyung-san and enter next time.

Mia: That’s cool. You’ll be able to pull off a very celebrity show then!

Ayami: Yes… And I’m happy about that, I’m really looking forward to it… but we decided that I’m going to be in charge of designing our coords.

Mia: But you’re great at designing, right?

Ayami: I really love Chae-kyung, but when I think of the kinds of coords she usually wears… Well, they’re the cream of the crop! They’re out of my league! ...which is what I’ve been thinking as I write memo upon memo upon memo upon…

Mia: Wow… Your notebook's completely full! You won’t thinking of any new ideas like this.

Ayami: I know that. But whenever I think about it… Ugh. Player-san, do your have any good ideas?

Choice: Try to get some inspiration from something around here? / I’ve got nothing

Ayami: Something around here… That’s actually really good advice! Hm…? What are you looking at, Player-san? Oh, Mr. Cat. Look, he’s sleeping with his tummy out, aww. He’s so cute, all relaxed like that. ...Ah!

Mia: Did you think of something!?

Ayami: As expected of Player-san! You wanted me to get inspiration from the cat, didn’t you? I need to learn how to relax my heart just like this cat!

Mia: Is… is that right!?

Ayami: I’ll take a memomemo! I’ve thought of a design! Player-san, could you do a show in the coord I’ve designed? I’ve taken a memomemo of the cute, meowing Black Cat Coord! Hm, that’s right… Powder Snow Park is close by, let’s go there!

(prism show. My nyas?)

Ayami: Amazing! That was a very meowmeow show! Chae-kyung-san will definitely like the coord too…

Chae-kyung: Ayami!

Ayami: Chae-kyung-san! You were watching too?

Chae-kyung: That was a very celebrity show. Ayami and Player are both amazing! With this coord, we’re sure to get a celebrally good result in Stand Up Girls.

Ayami: Ehehe… I’m so happy to hear that. It’s all thanks to Player-san. Carefully thinking things through is important, but freely thinking things through is important too! I’ll make a memomemo of that!

Mia: Wow, Player, you’ve really grown, huh! You gave Ayami design advice, you’re so cool! Your My☆Deco power has to have powered up too, right?

Ayami: According to my memos, by powering up your My☆Deco power… you’ll be able to decorate your prism stones with frames!

Chae-kyung: Being able to create your own celebrity original coords is wonderful!

Ayami: You should try making a lot of new coords with your new ability to add frames. That’s it! If you’re okay with it, why not use this Black Cat Part for your My☆Deco?

Chae-kyung: You’ll definitely be able to make a celebrally cute coord!

Mia: Now that your My☆Deco has powered up, you’ll be able to enjoy prism shows a lot more! The Gold Spiral Cup is coming up soon, too. Work hard up until then!

Chae-kyung: We’re also going to work celebrally hard at the Gold Spiral Cup!

Ayami: Player-san, thank you so much!

(naur bc why did google drive keep autocorrecting chae-kyung to chase-kyung. bitch who tf is chase-kyung. maybe chase-kyung is her mechas car transformation idk)

[satoruvt]

fanfic writer tag game <3

helloooo <3 thank u for tagging me @hannie-dul-set this is so cute lol

ummmm! i think i will tag. @leejuyeeon and @seokmingiggles !! and as always anyone else who wants to <33

peum ~

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

omg lets see if i can do this in order. i think the first fandom i ever wrote fanfic for was creepypasta LMAOO and then... fairy tail? then 5 seconds of summer, then maybe it 2017?? voltron legendary defender, detroit become human, monster prom and mystic messenger kind of overlapped, the arcana !!! then my hero academia, haikyuu, a Little bit of demon slayer... i think thats it lol

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

seventeen is all for rn, but i’m thinking of also writing for mha again and adding jjk!!

3. how long have you been writing?

oh wow for like... probably around 6 years? maybe 6 and a half

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

rn just tumblr, i used to post more actively on ao3 but i havent since i started writing for kpop

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

ahhh like !!! comfort fics!!! i think theres something really sweet in those unspoken feelings during moments you think you’ll never forget... the idea of being with someone and you’re just so sure they’re your favorite person, and then warmth that comes with that realization... wahh

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

oh it depends i think. for longer fics i like to plan them out, but i really wing it with like timestamps or shorter ones

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

ONE SHOTS. my god i fucking suck at multi-chapter shit LMAOO ive only done 1 series like that and it was so rough for me lol

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

hm how do i explain this... anything that makes sense? however long it takes for it to feel like the chapter/fic is summed up or completed. i used to worry about word counts a lot but now i rarely pay attention to them, both in reading and writing

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

if we’re talking about multi-chaptered, then the color of you wins at 17k !! in terms of one shots, it’s for now; forever at 9k!

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

oh boy. i think... anything from the last like. 8 months? my svt stuff for sure!! i went a while without writing in between like january-late november 2020, and i was worried that my writing would suffer a lot... it took a sec for me to get back into the groove of things but i’m feeling happier than ever with the stuff i write now. i feel like ive matured about the way i approach my own writing and ideas, and how i do everything, and my fics make me really proud. ive started writing within different aus that i hadnt touched before, or talking about different feelings or ideas, etc... i really feel like ive grown with this most recent burst lol, and i love working on them! i get so hyped up when im in the middle of writing or even planning, im just so excited to share all of it hehe

11. favorite request you've have written and why (if any?)

ah its been so long since ive worked with requests that i cant remember anything LOL

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

yes. it is comfort and content. it is the feeling of love. it is holding hands on a walk in the middle of spring and smelling flowers. it is the sound of leaves when a gust of wind blows past. it is looking into ur lovers eyes and feeling nothing but pure fondness

13. current number of wips?

fuck like somewhere around 20 probably

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i really like repetition (specifically in sentences if that makes sense??), LOTS of unspoken things (even if i picture a fic with an established relationship, i dont say it within the fic; and especially concerning romantic feelings, i love when things go unsaid and are FELT full force), i think a lot of detailed rambling... i really like to try and describe emotions and stuff in the most abstract and obscure ways lol i feel like it makes things a little more palpable and honest

15. a quote you like from a published story

im gonna do a few. Lol. firstly this long one from pretend people can unlearn:

“Are you…” Jeonghan starts, and when you look at him, his eyes are still on the city in front of you. “Are you ever afraid that we’ll fall out of love?”

It never occurred to you that this was love. It’s not like the love you’ve experienced in the past, not even close. But maybe… maybe that’s why you never leave, why you hold yourself back from certain arguments like it might fix everything. Maybe love is the reason why Jeonghan still seems to believe in you. Why he promises he’ll be the best thing for you despite always breaking that promise.

(Is it love, a voice in your head questions, or is it longing?)

It takes you a while to respond. “I don’t know,” you end up saying, because you really don’t. Jeonghan turns his head and looks at you, and you half expect him to start an argument in the middle of night, out on the street like this. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Would that… be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan answers, just like you. His voice is soft. You want to reach for his hand just to hold it. “You’re still…”

He pauses, like he’s trying to find the right word. You let him take his time, for once, instead of accusing him of the worst. “I’m still?”

“Everything,” he tells you. He looks so sad and you reach out for him because it’s the only thing you can offer. You think the worst thing about your relationship with Jeonghan is that you will always believe him when he gets like this, just like you’ll believe him when he takes it back in the heat of a fight.

next is from like there isn’t something missing <3

But you’re crying into his chest because it’s not you, and it’s not him. Seungcheol wonders if it was always meant to be like this, if the two of you were always meant to part or if something… if something just went wrong, somewhere. A bump that did a bit more damage than either of you thought.

He tries not to think about it now. Tears fill his own eyes as he presses a kiss to your hair because he loved you. He truly did.

“I was so lucky to love you,” he murmurs, voice a cracked whisper. “I’m so happy I got the chance.”

When Seungcheol wakes up the next morning in an empty bed, he’s not surprised. But the Post-It note that’s dressed in your handwriting…

Well. It’s over.

and this last one from only for you, i will dance !!

“This will always be our own time,” he says. “We’ll meet here.”

You know. He says it every time. It never fails to make your heart soar.

“Our thirteenth month,” you say, just like every time. Chan smiles.

He kisses you so strong you feel yourself falling.

16. a quote from an unpublished story

ahh ok ill do a few here too!!! one is something ive begun writing, the other is one that i’ve just been working on planning out <3

Smoke blows past somebody else’s lips and partially obstructs Wonwoo’s view of you.

He hasn’t been to a party like this in a long time. It’s elegant, more of a gala than anything. He can’t remember who threw it or for what reason. It doesn’t really matter, he supposes, watching you make conversation with the partygoers. They all have old money to throw around, the symbolism stitched into their suit jackets and red-rimmed heels; remnants of it left on tables and in the contents of expensive cigars.

You play them like you are one of them, tell them the right things with a silver tongue. Wonwoo always watches, plays the part of an observer. It’s impressive, the way you float around the room like it’s nothing.

Wonwoo observes; Wonwoo knows things.

and the second one...

"you don't know me," you respond. your voice carries no bite, just a fact, and joshua knows this

"i want to," he says after a second. "if you'll let me."

and he's asking permission to be your friend, to be close to you, something so tender and strangely polite

it makes you feel almost sad

"don't expect too much," you say, a little teasing. joshua only smiles

17. space for you to say something to your readers

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If you're still up for the writing ask meme: the part in chapt 13 where Kim decides to take the phone call in *another* direction (like, WHY does she decide to do that?)

(thank you for letting me ignore this for a full week as i worked on chapter 4 of slip and fall season instead ♥️)

but yes i will do this forever!!! if anyone else has scenes they’d still like to hear my thoughts on 🙏hmu

fic commentary meme and my answers 

the boring doylist answer to your question is: because considering the 1x03 call i figured if i was gonna write mailroom mcwexler i’d be letting myself & everyone else down if i didn’t include a phone sex scene!

and “hold tight to the ropes” really hooked me on the idea of jimmy calling from cicero. so huge credit to that wonderful fic, i mention it in the chapter notes because i stole (and hopefully remixed?) so much of that set up. 

A click. “Hello?” “Hey,” Jimmy says. “Happy Thanksgiving.”  this made me think of mulder and scully when i wrote it and i thought of them reading it over again now. 

“A Thanksgiving classic,” Kim says dryly. “No Way Out.” Jimmy grins. “Nice. Costner at his best.” one of those movie picks where hopefully kim’s joke works just based on the title. jimmy’s dialogue could read ironic, but i do think this is one of costner’s best roles. 

Jimmy chuckles. “We played Monopoly.” mcgill bros monopoly! writing this chapter i learned that you’re supposed to auction off properties if you don’t choose to buy them when you land on them, apparently. #research  💀that’s right i researched monopoly “10 most common arguments people have over a game of Monopoly according to Hasbro” guess i should’ve credited more in my chapter notes huh

A scrap of paper reading That Hamilton Woman rests beneath the plastic but above the original cover for The Boys from Brazil. ruth mcgill playing favourites with laurence olivier movies

“Yeah,” Kim says. “Yeah, sometimes it would snow.” i think i looked this up as well and it only snows like one in 20 thanksgivings but, uh. fanfic.  

Flat white fields dotted with fence posts, like ellipses on a page, drifting into the distance i really like using “this thing looks like writing on a page” type metaphors for kim, but also the idea of endless ellipses seemed pretty perfect for red cloud. 

A little blue dot in the endless fields of white. He exhales. “Kim?” a strange thought process for jimmy here, but he gets to white sands from it somehow. it helps that kim had made the comparison herself, too, while they were at white sands. that it reminded her of winters back home. 

“Can we go back to White Sands?” he asks. i think/hope you can tell from the convo, but jimmy’s not asking for phone sex, he’s more asking for a return to that openness/vulnerability/intimacy. they’ve had a nice conversation so far, but it’s kind of the conversation two friends might have -- “yeah, family. we fought over monopoly. how are you?” -- and he wants more. 

A beat. “What, tonight? That might be pretty tricky.” kimberly #deflection wexler

“But scared of what I might do next. Scared to get too close, maybe.” i wanted there to be this real wariness in the family around jimmy at this point in his life. i didn’t have much to work with for the acb ruth relationship, other than knowing she had nobody by her deathbed but chuck and jimmy, and that she was still up in cicero/berwyn.  i liked the idea that, as much as ruth loves jimmy, in 1992 she’s starting to close herself off from him in that way mothers can do -- she pretends everything is good, she has innocent conversations about movies, she tells him she loves him. to protect/spare him? to protect the purity of the relationship so that she has an outlet where she can pretend nothing’s wrong for a while? i’m not sure. i don’t think it’s good for them. 

It’s like he can hear the connection between them, the long strands of copper wire humming over the country. little reference to chapter 5 when they’re watching born yesterday: “But this is as precious and as fragile to him as crystal, as a string wound to its snapping point, as small human breaths down copper wire.”

“Is there anything you can do?” Kim asks finally. kim the fixer 

staring up at the vine-patterned cornice. oh great jimmy’s looking at a ceiling again 

He counts the leaves, one-two-three, but his brain keeps racing okay whew, at least i only mentioned this one because i brought it up in the white sands chapter -- “His childhood bedroom back in Cicero used to have one, too, carved with vines or flowers or something” -- because he’s staring at the cornice in the motel room while he’s wondering what else he can do with his life. 

he still feels half a step behind something, like there’s something just around the next bend, like the top of a mountain that keeps vanishing into the distance,  two road trip references for the price of one in this paragraph -- them driving up the sandias out of abq, here

And then, as if she can feel the tension and wants to break it, Kim says, “You know, we could do more than just talk.” ayyy we made it, moment of truth!! so why does kim do it, in the fun, watsonian way? 

i think it’s largely what you’ve brought up before -- like she does in breathe, and elsewhere in acb -- i think it’s kim turning to sex when the emotions get too muddy. and you put it better than me! “Kim seems to go physical instead of talking about things”. and when they’re states apart on a phone call? close enough! 

it’s also fixer kim still, right? she can tell that she hasn’t really helped at all with her responses, that jimmy’s still hurting. so here’s take 2. and maybe it’s kim following her own advice she’s just given to jimmy: “is there anything you can do?” 

and there’s that “kim and jimmy giving the other person what they think they need” thing that we’ve all talked about before. and i can’t remember the origin of it now! some interview? 

also she’s definitely hungry for it right now, too. that, like, addictive connection after she’s walled herself off for so long. and after she’s had that “i should call jimmy--oh shit i can’t. huh. hm. this is fine.” moment earlier in the day, too. 

“I’m kidding,” Kim says quietly. “Don’t leave me hanging.” and yeah, with the jimmy pov im always worried about trying to show how much kim wants jimmy, too. i hoped to give the sense that she needed the connection in this scene, too. 

“I mean, I haven’t checked the window, so Gene Hackman might be out there with an audio dish, but—yeah.”  always time for a movie reference. a bit of an ironic one -- he’s referencing the conversation, and i’m pretty sure the chuck stuff in 3x10 is inspired by the scene at the end of that movie when hackman tears up his apartment hopelessly looking for a bug.  (also jeepers, second gene hackman movie of the phone call, he’s also in no way out)

“I miss touching you.” It’s the first time he’s really spoken out loud about that physical intimacy, and something unwinds in his stomach, something that’s been coiled there a long time. oh man, spoilers for safs chapter 4 -- but interesting to reread this part of the conversation in particular when i’ve just written a chapter trying to show a really comfortable physicality between them. aw man. 

He breathes out, tipping his head back against the cold door, eyes tracing over the bare basement ceiling. there he goes there he goes again.mp3

And Kim exhales, and it sounds heavier than it did earlier. “You know, I had bruises there after last time.” starting from jimmy’s “i miss touching you” and then this from kim, i wanted to play with this shift in excitement/energy in the phone sex that comes when they both start actually opening up about the specific emotions/fallout from white sands that’s otherwise mostly gone unsaid. it drifts into more of a pure fantasy scenario after this but i always liked that honesty being a catalyst  kim: “I thought you might notice somehow.” :( 

and then it also seemed very them that they’d end up going with this HHM fantasy with discovery stakes and everything 😂they love their hypotheticals. and also i kinda got to weave in mailroom sex to the fic, almost, sneakily! 

“Thank you yourself,” she says you’re welcome seriously

i hope that wasn’t just me repeating everything we’ve already talked about back at you! 😂