#sorry for disappearing for a week this was why

[litomilo]

miss you

billie eilish x reader ⭐

context: just listen to miss you by conan gray!

warnings: angst but happy ending ig, use of y/n, not proof read, im pretty sure i didn't use any pronoun other than "you" to refer to the reader idk

a/n: i wrote this thinking about one of my college classes, one of my teachers said that hate is not the opposite of love, but rather the closest feeling to it that can be found and damn she's so right 💔

You thought you weren't made for love. You weren't made to love or be loved, and maybe you didn't even deserve it. After a few relations and situationships you started thinking that you were a difficult person to deal with. You didn't want to bother whoever ended up falling in love with you — since that was what always happened. So you just pushed them away.

You constantly thought about the strange monotony that love began to reveal in your life. Always the same, but in the end, only one thing changed: if you wasn't hurt, you were the one who hurt someone, consequently hurting yourself as well.

Hurt by unrequited love, by harsh words, maybe by abandonment, or even by the melancholy caused by remembering important memories and unfulfilled promises... Or hurt by guilt, regret, remorse, anguish and so many other feelings caused by having hurt someone, even if it was necessary or what you thought was the best thing to do.

When you meet Billie you felt it all again. You felt happy, special, loved, but then all the possible good things you felt got blurred and momentarily forgotten 'cause of the paranoid.

I'm so hard to deal with, she won't stay.

That's what you always told yourself. But if you leave first it won't hurt that much, right?

After ghosting her for about three days you had several lost calls in your call logs and texts in all the apps possible.

"y/n?"

"did i do something? why don't you answer?"

"look idk what happened but i'm sorry"

"talk to me pls"

You gave her a week, maybe two, to give up and stop texting you. That's what always happens, One day they always disappear and you move on with your life.

You were surprised, what always happened didn't happen. She insisted, kept texting you almost daily for a whole month, sometimes she even knocked on your door, you never answered. She slipped two or three letters through your door.

"hi, it's me, billie, again.

i know you don't want to see me anymore, but i wanna know why, can we PLEASE talk about it? i can't bear the thought of possible have hurt you, that's killing me.

i'm so sorry, please let's talk, just to sort things out, i promise you'll never see me again if that's what you really wants.

i love you so much, i'm missing you, y/n/n."

Fuck.

You couldn't move on. She wouldn't let you do that, or maybe you just loved her too much to let go. That's exactly why you didn't block her at all and spent nights conflicted about calling her, but you didn't want to face reality.

In that one month that passed you couldn't talk to anyone else, you wanted to prove to yourself that you had overcome it, you didn't need her, but how do you do that when no one captivates you or calls your attention, not even for a simple hookup.

"I don't know why... why don't she just fucking give up?" you ask your best friend, in tears, through the phone. they keep quiet for a few seconds, then sigh.

"Maybe it's because she loves you?" they say as if it was already obvious, and it actually was "I think it's pretty clear at this point that she's not like the others, and you still keep pushing her away... You're not only hurting yourself, you're hurting her too, y'know?" you don't say anything, just sob and sniff, then they continue "Call her, you should talk and try to explain yourself, y/n, i keep telling you that pushing people away just 'cause you're starting to get attached is not nice and, as your best friend, i need to tell you that this time you've really messed up".

You didn't want to give in, you were too proud for that, but in one of those nights you just senseless called her, and she picked up.

"Y/n??" you hear her soft voice on the other side of the line, she sounds so worried, she was so worried "Hey, love, are you there?" and that was all it takes for you to break down.

"Come over, please" that's all you could say between sobs.

"Fine, i'm on my way, okay?" you just nod, even tho she couldn't see it.

She stayed on the line all the way, trying to calm you down until she parked in front of your house. You hang up the call and gone to the front foor as soon as you heard her car. When she was about to knock on the door, you opened it, immediately hugging her.

You hear a soft gasp leave her lips, but she hugs you back, her hands finding your hair, stroking it soothingly while guiding you inside and closing the door with her foot.

"I'm sorry" you whisper with your face buried in her hoodie "I shouldn't have pushed you away, but I was so scared"

"Scared? Of what?" she asks confused, her right hand holding your chin gently to make you look up at her.

"Of loving you and I thought you were going to end up leaving me so I just left first" you say feeling her thumb wipe the tears away from your face.

"I would never leave you, i love you, y/n" Billie said kissing your forehead and sitting you on the couch with her "have you pushing me away broke my heart".

"I never meant to, I just... I didn't knew how to cope with everything I was feeling, I thought that pushing you away would be the best but I spent all these past weeks only wanting you" you say resting your head on her shoulder "I'm so sorry, I miss you" she looks at you, her heart clenching at the sigh of your teary eyes.

"Shh, it's fine... It's okay" she whispers pulling you closer against her chest "y'know i missed you too".

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 69

Chapter 13.

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[reveriebae]

Never Enough (part 3 of Not Yours to Keep)

pairing(s) : Dilf! Seonghwa x sex worker! reader

word count : 3654

summary : Seven days of your body should’ve been enough—but now Seonghwa’s spiraling. You’ve returned to work, to your rules, to new hands that don’t mean a thing. But then he shows up again—uninvited, off the clock, and not willing to let you walk away this time. Money isn’t the only thing he’s offering now. He wants more. He wants you. And when he finds you with another client, all bets are off.

genre : smut

warning(s) : Graphic sexual content, rough sex, light choking (consensual), Dom/Sub dynamics, Creampie, Cunnilingus (messy), Dirty talk & possessive language, Power play themes, Mentions of other sexual partners, Emotionally detached reader, Reader prioritizing money over romance, Brief degradation praise mix, Reader finishes the job with another client, Explicit language

A/N : Sorry to disappoint but this is the ending😔 Please read the part 1 and part 2 before this one.

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐 smut under the cut 🪐

The hotel suite was softly lit, same kind of opulence you were used to. You adjusted your sheer robe in the mirror, checked the straps of your black lace thong, reapplied a soft coat of red gloss to your lips. Your new client would arrive in fifteen minutes. Enough time to settle, to reset, to push him out of your head.

He was over. You made that clear.

You had his money, he had his week.

Transaction closed.

But when the knock came too early, your brows pinched. Not your usual clientele—he was never early. You crossed the suite slowly, heels clicking against marble, lips parted slightly with your practiced smile.

Then you opened the door—and your breath caught.

Seonghwa.

Dark coat, collar up, jaw locked tight. Not a trace of the calm, charming man who once slipped cash between your thighs and kissed your ankle like it was sacred. No, this version was colder. Sharper.

Ravenous.

You didn’t speak. Just stared.

“Cancel him,” he said. No greeting. No emotion. Just a command, low and blunt.

You didn’t move. “This isn’t your night.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

You raised your chin. “I’m working. If you want to book—”

“I’m not booking.” His voice dipped, eyes flicking down your body. The robe barely clung to you, your curves sharp under the light, nipples tight against the sheer fabric. “I’m taking.”

You exhaled slowly, resisting the throb between your thighs. “You’re not allowed here. You know how this works.”

“I don’t care about the rules,” he stepped inside anyway, brushing past you like he owned the place. “You made me wait seven days. You let me fuck you like I was something special, and then you disappeared.”

“I told you what it was.”

“Then why the fuck do I still wake up thinking about how you taste?”

Your throat tightened. He was close now, the scent of his cologne flooding your head. He reached out, tracing your collarbone with his thumb, slow and gentle—like it was the last bit of control he had left.

“I offered you everything,” he whispered. “And you still walked.”

You stared up at him, voice low. “Because I’m not yours.”

His eyes darkened. “No. But I’m yours.”

The silence was heavy, your breath shallow as his hand slid down your chest, cupping your breast over the robe. His thumb circled your nipple, slow, teasing.

“Do you want him to touch you?” he asked quietly. “Some stranger? Or do you want the man who knows exactly what makes you fall apart?”

You didn’t answer—but your body did. You leaned into him, robe slipping open, and his mouth crushed yours with a groan, lifting you off the floor like he couldn’t wait another second.

And just before he tossed you onto the bed, you whispered, “Ten minutes. That’s all you get before he arrives.”

He grinned, unbuckling his belt with shaking hands. “Then I better make it unforgettable.”

He slammed the door shut behind him with one hand and had you flat on the bed with the other. No words. Just need. Your robe was open, lace thong already soaked—he could see it glistening. He didn’t even bother taking off his coat. Just ripped his belt open and pulled his cock free, already hard, flushed, aching.

“You’re dripping,” he growled, slapping the head of his cock against your pussy. “Were you gonna let that fuckin’ stranger taste this?”

You gave him a look—cocky, bratty—and spread your legs wider. “He paid.”

“Not like I did.”

He didn’t wait. Gripped your thighs and plunged into you, one deep, merciless thrust that punched a moan straight out of your lungs. You arched, back lifting off the bed, nails digging into his coat as he pounded into you.

“Fuck, fuck—Seonghwa—”

“Say it again,” he growled against your throat, fucking you like he was trying to fuck you through the mattress. “Say my fuckin’ name while I ruin this pussy. Let him hear you through the walls.”

“Seonghwa—shit—”

“That’s it. Let him know it’s mine.” He dragged your legs up over his shoulders, angle brutal now, balls slapping against your ass as he thrust deeper, faster, losing rhythm from how tight you were clenching. “God, you’re fuckin’ choking me—just like I remember.”

You whimpered, head tossing back, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He reached down and slapped your clit once—then twice—hard enough to sting, making your whole body jolt.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he panted, staring down at you like a man possessed. “This pussy’s gonna cream for me, not him.”

You bit your lip, moaning through your teeth, and he could feel it—tightening, fluttering around him like your body already gave in, even if your mouth wouldn’t.

“Gonna ruin your makeup,” he whispered darkly, dragging his thumb over your lips before forcing it in your mouth. “Look at you—my perfect little whore.”

You sucked his thumb, eyes rolling back, thighs shaking—and then you snapped.

You came hard, legs locked around his neck, cunt squeezing him like a vice, and Seonghwa lost it with a growl so deep it vibrated through your chest. He slammed into you one last time and spilled everything inside, thick ropes of cum flooding you until it dripped down your ass.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept moving. Shallow, slow thrusts, cock still rock hard inside your soaked, used pussy.

“Not done,” he breathed. “Not until that clock hits zero.”

He reached for your neck, held it gently, just enough to make you feel it—then leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“You’re not his,” he whispered. “And you’ll never be.”

Seonghwa was still inside you, softening slowly, his cock twitching with the last pulses of orgasm. You were limp beneath him, chest rising and falling, your skin flushed, lips bruised from kisses too deep to be sweet.

He didn’t speak right away. Just stared at you, eyes tracing your wrecked face like he couldn’t believe what he’d done to you. What you let him do.

Your mascara was smudged. Lip gloss gone. A faint red imprint on your neck from where his hand had held you. You looked used—fucked raw—but in that high-class, god-tier way that only a real professional could carry.

You turned your head, catching your breath. “Get off.”

He smirked. “That didn’t sound like a complaint five minutes ago.”

You clenched around him on purpose, slow and deliberate, making him hiss through his teeth. He didn’t move.

“You’re still inside me,” you whispered. “This isn’t part of the job anymore.”

He leaned in, nose brushing yours. “Then let me do something that is.”

Finally, he pulled out, cock slick with your cum and his. You let out a soft gasp, thighs twitching, and felt the mess immediately—warm, wet, dripping out of you and onto the bedspread.

Seonghwa reached down, caught the spill with his fingers, then dragged them back up between your folds slowly.

“Look at that,” he murmured. “You kept it all for me.”

Your eyes fluttered.

He stood, tucking himself away, then reached for the tissue box on the nightstand. Sat down beside you, gently spreading your legs, and started cleaning you up.

Slow. Careful. Like you were made of glass now that the heat had faded.

You stared at the ceiling, trying not to react, but your breath hitched when he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I could give you anything, you know that?” he said quietly. “Not just money. Anything.”

You closed your eyes. “I don’t want anything. I want payment. And then space.”

He didn’t argue. He didn’t leave either.

Instead, he walked over to your vanity, grabbed a few makeup wipes and your concealer, and came back. Gently, like he’d done it before, he started fixing your face—dabbing under your eyes, wiping away the smudged mascara.

“You have five minutes,” you murmured.

“I know.”

He fixed your lip gloss last, thumb grazing your mouth with too much care, gaze locked on your lips like he was memorizing them.

You sat up slowly, pulling the robe closed again, brushing past him to stand. He didn’t stop you, didn’t speak—until that knock came.

Three soft taps. Punctual.

Your new client.

You didn’t move right away. Just stood in front of the mirror, checking your reflection. Everything looked perfect again—except the way your thighs still trembled slightly when you stood too straight.

Seonghwa walked behind you, his hands slipping around your waist from behind. He whispered, “Let me wait. In the corner. Let me see if he makes you moan the way I do.”

You almost laughed. “You think I’d let you stay?”

“I’ll pay triple.”

You turned to face him. “Then you’re not paying for me. You’re paying for your own punishment.”

He leaned down, kissed the shell of your ear.

“Then punish me.”

Another knock. Louder this time.

You slipped out of his arms, walking barefoot to the door, cool and collected. Just before you opened it, you looked over your shoulder.

He was already lighting a cigarette by the window, watching you like you were the only thing worth setting fire to.

You opened the door.

Another man stood there—young, cocky, unaware.

He smiled. “You ready for me?”

You nodded once, voice silky. “Always.”

But you didn’t look at him.

You looked back at Seonghwa.

And he didn’t blink.

You let the client in with a soft smile, voice warm but practiced. “Right on time.”

He looked you over, clearly impressed. He should be—you were a vision in silk, your skin glowing, every curve in place, your face freshly touched up. He’d never know you’d just been fucked into the mattress minutes ago… not unless he touched you.

Seonghwa stayed silent, seated in the velvet armchair by the window, legs crossed, cigarette balanced between his fingers. You told him not to speak. He agreed—on one condition.

He got to watch.

The client didn’t see him right away. Why would he? The lighting was low, your attention was magnetic, and he was too distracted by the way your hips swayed as you walked to the bed.

“Sit,” you said gently, patting the mattress. “Let me get a feel for you.”

He obeyed, clueless. You knelt between his legs and started undoing his belt, movements slow and sensual, licking your lips like it was all you lived for. But your eyes—they were on Seonghwa.

You locked eyes with him as you freed the other man’s cock.

Seonghwa’s jaw was tight. His fist clenched against his knee. The cigarette burned between his fingers, ignored now.

You wrapped your hand around the client’s cock, stroking it with slow, teasing twists of your wrist. You smiled up at him, kissed the tip with soft little moans.

But your eyes never left Seonghwa.

You could see him breathing harder, legs spreading slightly, cock swelling again behind his pants. He was trying not to move. Trying not to break.

You sucked the client’s cock halfway down, moaning just loud enough to echo.

Seonghwa’s nostrils flared.

The client groaned above you, fingers brushing your hair. “Shit, baby—you’re good…”

You moaned again. Louder this time.

But it wasn’t for him.

You did it for the man in the corner—who was now palming himself through his pants, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. He looked feral. Caged.

When you pulled off, lips slick and shiny, you turned your head—slow, deliberate—and looked straight at Seonghwa.

Then you licked the head of that cock again like you were taunting him.

The client didn’t know. He just leaned back on his hands, moaning. “Fuck, I wanna fuck you so bad. Can I?”

You stood, pulled your robe loose, and let it fall.

The client sucked in a breath.

Seonghwa sucked his teeth.

You climbed onto the bed, straddling the man now beneath you, your soaked pussy hovering over his lap—but not letting him in.

Yet.

“Condom,” you said, cool and clear.

He scrambled to grab one from his wallet, fumbling like a kid.

While he tore it open, you turned again—only for Seonghwa—and reached down between your thighs.

You spread yourself open slowly, fingers brushing against the wet mess he left behind.

Still dripping.

Still his.

Seonghwa’s cock was in his hand now, free and red and leaking. He stared at you like he was going to snap.

You slipped the client in and sank down slow, moaning softly—but you never broke eye contact with Seonghwa.

Even while you fucked another man.

The client gripped your hips as you sank down onto him, slow and steady. You gave him a practiced gasp, arched your back, let your tits bounce in his face like a goddamn movie scene. He moaned, hands greedy, trying to guide your pace—but you stayed in control.

You always were.

Seonghwa’s cock was still in his fist, red and slick and pulsing. He hadn’t moved from the armchair, but his knuckles were white, and his thighs tensed every time you dropped down onto the other man’s cock.

You rode him like a goddess—smooth, sensual, grinding your hips in slow circles. You moaned, breathy and sweet, just enough to make the client think he was doing something right.

But your eyes were locked on Seonghwa.

Your lips parted, a whisper slipping out so soft the client didn’t hear it.

“Still wet from you.”

Seonghwa let out the smallest, broken sound.

The man underneath you groaned, thrusting up into you like he owned your body. “Fuck, this pussy’s tight.”

You let him think that. Let him enjoy the show. Let him believe he earned the clench of your walls and the soft gasps you let out as you bounced on his cock.

But you didn’t cum.

You never planned to.

Your eyes stayed on Seonghwa the entire time, watching his fist pump faster, watching his breath hitch, his hips rock forward, needing to fuck you all over again.

The client grunted, his pace faltering. “Gonna cum—fuck—inside the condom, baby—shit—”

You pressed your hands to his chest, gave him a filthy little smile.

“Do it, then.”

A few sloppy thrusts, a groan, and he stilled beneath you—filling the rubber, completely spent.

You leaned down, lips by his ear. “Time’s up.”

You climbed off him before he even caught his breath, walking across the room to grab a towel, wiping between your thighs. You pulled your robe back on without a word, face blank, back straight.

The client sat up, dazed. “That was—holy fuck.”

You gave a soft smile. “Payment’s already settled. I’ll walk you to the door.”

He laughed, still recovering. “Worth every damn cent.”

You opened the door. He left.

You locked it behind him.

Silence.

Then—“Take that fucking robe off.”

Seonghwa’s voice was low. Ragged. He was on his feet now, cock still hard, chest rising fast.

You turned around, facing him, the tiniest smirk on your lips. “Still think you can watch me fuck another man and not break?”

He walked toward you in slow, heavy steps, eyes dark and feral.

“I didn’t break.” His hands grabbed your waist, robe bunched between his fingers. “You did.”

He yanked you close, kissed you so hard your teeth clacked. You moaned into it, your knees already going weak as he shoved you back against the wall, hands under your robe, between your legs.

“You let him touch what’s mine?”

You laughed breathlessly. “It’s not yours.”

“You came back to me.” He slipped two fingers inside you, groaning at the slick mess. “And you’re still full of my cum.”

You gasped, nails digging into his arms.

“So now,” he growled, lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, “I’m going to remind you why no one fucks you like I do.”

He carried you to the bathroom.

“Round four,” he said against your throat, stepping into the tub with you still clinging to him. “Don’t even try to tell me you’re done.”

He threw you back onto the bed like you weighed nothing, the silk robe slipping from your shoulders as your body hit the mattress. Legs spread, tits heaving, lips already parted—you were every goddamn fantasy he’d ever had.

But he wasn’t gentle anymore.

“Open wider,” he growled, yanking your thighs apart. “Wanna see how messy you still are from that idiot’s cock—while my cum is still inside you.”

You moaned as he dropped between your legs, spitting on your cunt without hesitation, fingers spreading you open wide.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Still dripping, huh? You let him fuck you, but you didn’t cum for him, did you?”

You shook your head, lips trembling. “No.”

“Didn’t even try, huh?” He smirked darkly. “Good girl. You were saving it.”

He dove in without warning—tongue lapping at your slit, licking up his own cum mixed with the client’s pathetic attempt. Filthy. Sloppy. So goddamn wet.

You cried out, hips jerking up as he sucked on your clit, hard and fast, fingers pumping inside you like he wanted to wreck you from the inside out.

“Fuck, baby—Seonghwa—oh fuck—”

He pulled back just enough to speak, chin slick with everything you’d given him.

“Gonna make this pussy forget anyone else ever touched it.”

He flipped you over in one smooth motion, dragging your hips up, face pressed into the mattress as he lined himself up behind you.

You didn’t even get a warning.

He slammed into you with a single, brutal thrust.

You screamed.

“God, yes—fucking yes—”

He gripped your hips, nails digging into your skin as he pounded into you from behind, the sounds of skin slapping, wet and obscene, echoing through the room.

“Who fucks you like this, huh?” He was panting, voice low and feral. “Who fucks you till you cry, till you scream, till you can’t even breathe?”

You were sobbing now, every thrust hitting your deepest spot, your body folding under the pressure of his pace. “You—*fuck—*you do—only you—”

He leaned down, chest flush to your back, hand slipping under your neck to choke you gently as he thrust even deeper.

“You’re not mine,” he whispered against your ear, “but this pussy is. Say it.”

You whimpered, walls clenching around him, your whole body begging for release.

“This pussy—fuck—it’s yours—yours, yours—”

You came with a scream, legs shaking, body trembling like it was your first orgasm in years.

He didn’t stop.

Seonghwa kept fucking you through it, chasing his own high, breathing hard against your shoulder as he grunted—then came deep inside you again, ropes of cum filling you up, hot and thick and endless.

You collapsed under him, boneless and ruined.

He pulled out slow, watching his release drip down your thighs. He grabbed your waist again, flipped you to face him, and dragged two fingers through your folds—spreading the cum all over your pussy, your clit, your stomach.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice like sin. “Wrecked. Used. And still so fucking perfect.”

You caught your breath, eyes heavy but sharp.

“Still not yours to keep.”

He laughed, low and bitter.

“Not yet.”

You lay there for a moment, catching your breath, body aching in all the best ways. Seonghwa's cum still slowly leaking out of you, sticking to your thighs, the sheets, the air between you thick with sweat, sex, and something dangerously close to emotion.

But you didn’t let it linger.

You pushed yourself up on trembling elbows, your hair a mess, your lips bruised and spit-slick—but your eyes? Clear. Steady.

You turned your head toward him, voice hoarse but sharp.

“So,” you breathed, “how much was a week worth to you again?”

He blinked, the last remnants of pleasure still softening his face.

You didn’t wait.

“You said triple. The others pay ten grand. So I want thirty.”

He stared at you for a second—almost like he was seeing you for the first time again. Not the woman he’d just fucked into the mattress, not the warm body under his hands. Just you.

Sharp. Beautiful. Untouchable.

“I’ll wire it now,” he said finally, sitting up, reaching for his phone.

“Cash,” you said flatly, swinging your legs off the bed. “You said you’d do whatever I wanted. I want it in my hand. Today.”

He licked his lips, nodded once. “You’ll have it.”

You stood, not bothering to clean up the mess between your thighs, letting it drip down as you picked your robe up from the floor and tied it tight.

He watched you like you were a ghost he couldn’t hold onto.

“You really wouldn’t stay?” he asked quietly. “Even if I gave you more?”

You turned to him slowly, tilting your head, one brow raised.

“You think your cock is the first to offer me a dream life?” You smiled sweetly. “No offense, Hwa. But money doesn’t make you different. Control does. And the only one who has control over me—”

You leaned in close, finger sliding down his chest, stopping just above where his heart was still pounding.

“—is me.”

He inhaled like that physically hurt.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, slid it into your purse, and made your way to the door.

“I’ll wait for your call. Don’t be late with my money.”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t stop you.

Didn’t even try.

Because he finally knew what you were.

Not his.

Not anyone’s.

Just expensive.

And untouchable.

Exactly how you liked it.

[hellodahliah]

son of the grim reaper: PROLOGUE

previous / beginning / next

ripp: sorry, no coffee today... the machine is broken. might be due to mold or some other sus reasons, nobody knows. so how about i offer you a cupcake instead? we have juice too. and before you ask: no we don't give family discounts here, sorry.

tank: shut up ripp, we're going home now.

ripp: ...

tank: ...

ripp: *sigh* this is awkward.

tank: so shut up!

ripp: can we atleast put on some music to make it less awkward?

tank: don't touch-...

radio: oh my god, look at that face. you look like my next mistake...

ripp: wait, you're a swiftie?

tank: i told you not to touch my fucking radio!

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circe: what is he doing here?

dominic: i invited vidcund because of his green thumb, which can be to our advantage in our current situation. enough talking, the expert team is waiting for us inside.

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message: sent two weeks ago

pascal to nerv: nervous, how are you? i hope you're doing okay. i started working again, i feel a bit guilty for leaving tycho alone for such a long time.

message: sent a week ago

pascal to nerv: nervous, is everything alright? i talked to loki today at work, please forgive me, but i am starting to worry. he seemed confused about you... like he had no idea what i was talking about. what is going on?

pascal: *typing*

lazlo: everything ok?

pascal: yeah, i just... nevermind.

lazlo: is it nervous?

pascal: that obvious?

lazlo: you're like an open book. i can read your mind.

pascal: please, don't. i want to keep my thoughts private.

lazlo: i was joking.

---

pascal: he just disappeared.

lazlo: he'll come back.

pascal: i don't know. the last time i saw him, i had a weird feeling... something was off.

lazlo: did you fight?

pascal: no, actually... he was the most open he has ever been with me. nervous never talked much about his life before. it is almost as if he didn't want to and i did not want to push him. always thought there must have been a reason why... maybe... maybe i should have. something is going on with him and the beakers

lazlo: did you... uh did you tell him what happened with circe?

pascal: it didn't feel like the right time.

lazlo: is it me, or did the temperature drop?

pascal: i felt it too, we should close the windows... it is getting cold.

[lostinwildflowers]

Zeke? First meet?? OR Fake dating??? 🤭 (sorry i know thats more than 1 word oops)

Chocolate-Iced Donut... with Sprinkles!

Zeke Yeager x Reader

Summary: You are trying to get donuts for your office, but what happens when the cashier spills another customer's drink?

Word Count: 1.0K ...oopsie, so much for being a drabble

Warnings: MEET CUTE MEET CUTE MEET CUTE

A/N: MY DARLING ANON, MWAH. Thank you for bringing me back to my monkey man after so long. I hope you enjoy this! - Birch<3

"Iced mocha latte for Alan!' the barista's shrill voice calls out above the crowd of people. It's busy at your favorite bakery and coffee shop today - the hustle and bustle of the work week drawing people to treat themselves.

The line is long, as it always is, but you don't mind the wait. You had offered to get donuts this morning for the office. Spring was just around the corner, and everyone had been working hard. Why not get a little something to celebrate?

A man brushes past you a moment later, bumping into waiting customers as he rushes up to the counter to pick up his order. You would've gotten a little annoyed, but you had already ordered and were waiting for a flat of assorted donuts.

A tune floats faintly in the background, the rustling and chattering of customers making it hard to pick out the words, but you could still hum along.

"Black coffee for Yeager, donut flat for L/n!" the barista's voice comes again, and you blink in recognition as your body starts to move toward the counter.

You can't quite make out your flat of donuts or the supposed coffee coming for the other customer, so you stop just in front of the counter with a pleasant smile. The barista had disappeared into the back, presumably grabbing what she had just called.

A moment passes and you can feel a presence beside you. You can't help but glance over at the stranger, and the first thing you notice is the height he has over you.

His figure is tall, lean, but still fairly muscled despite being covered in a tan trench coat. The man had a youthful glint to his bright blue eyes, his hair a sandy blonde, and his face dusted with blonde scruff.

He was cute.

Instantly, you pull your gaze away, just to catch sight of the barista returning from the ovens in the back, flat of donuts in tow. Another barista was coming from the left, a cup of coffee in her hands.

Both girls were rushing, trying to be as efficient as possible, but they weren't looking where they were going. The girls crash into each other just as you open your mouth to warn them, and you see the coffee come flying over the counter.

The lid comes flying off as the cup crashes into you, and immediately your mouth falls open in surprise as the burning hot liquid starts to seep down your shirt. Some of it splashes up your chest, dotting your neck and face, but the majority of it slides down your shirt and onto your pants, pooling on the ground by your feet.

The donuts don't manage to survive the collision either, flopping out of the first barista's hands to unceremoniously land on the floor. The entire bakery goes silent as the baristas scramble to get up, and one of them pipes, "Oh my gosh, are you okay?! I am so, so sorry!"

You can't help but blink in surprise as the hot coffee seeps into your shirt and burns at your skin. Thankfully, it's not enough to leave blisters or seriously hurt, but it rides the line of being too warm.

Carefully, you wipe at your face as you look down to assess the damage. You are drenched. You glance back at the baristas who share a look of mortification, and then around at the people in the shop who have stopped to watch the spectacle.

Heat hotter than the coffee surges over you as embarrassment floods your face and chest, eyes flitting around helplessly. Then, you feel something being gently wrapped around you.

You turn around sharply, eyes defensive when you catch sight of the blonde stranger behind you. In one swift movement, he's pulled his trench coat around your shoulders, and looking at the crowd, calls out, "Show's over, people, keep your eyes to yourself."

At the tone of his voice, the customers look away and start muttering between themselves, slowly bringing the ambiance of the shop back to life. You just watch the bearded blonde in front of you, a shy look of surprise on your face as he brings his blue gaze to meet yours.

He huffs out a sigh as he offers, "Sorry about them, are you alright?" You sniffle as you duck your head, mumbling, "Yes, thank you." Then, you stutter, "You don't need to give me your coat, Mr-" "Zeke is fine," he cuts in gently, a smirk tugging on his lips.

There's a playful edge to his voice as he states, "I think you need it more than I do at this point, miss?" You offer him a smile as you chuckle, "Y/n. And you're right, I wasn't prepared for a coffee shower this morning."

This makes him chuckle, and you can't help but think you like the way he smiles as he turns away to look at the baristas who have started to wipe off the counter and pick up the fallen donuts.

He motions to the counter and asks, "Care for another flat of donuts? I bet I can get them on the house for you. You know, for the pain and suffering of being splashed with hot coffee in the morning."

You snicker lightly at his joke, tugging the trench coat around your shoulders so it doesn't slide off. You glance over at the baristas and back to the blonde in front of you, huffing, "As long as I get a chocolate-iced donut with sprinkles!"

"There is no other kind like it," he replies, shooting you a wink as he walks up to the counter.

So maybe you would be a bit late to work, coffee on your shirt, and a donut missing from the flat. But something told you that this morning might still turn out okay.

[hinamie]

tiger lily

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[redbootsindoriath]

Welcome to I-just-realized-that-I-only-posted-4-times-in-the-whole-of-last-year. I was largely uncreative throughout 2023 and 2024, unfortunately, but I think I've finally compiled enough stuff for a short queue as a sort of apology to you guys. A lot of the art is over six months old, some of it from more than a year ago, which means I get to dust off my backlog tag again.

A majority of the queue is going to be stuff from my own original works, which I am aware is not the reason most of you guys follow my blog, but alas, the artist must be a slave to the muse. Last month I picked up writing again more than 5 years after setting aside my main writing project, so there's been a lot of character design and other worldbuilding taking up most of my free time lately. Which is exciting for me, but I know it's nothing compared to Tolkien's legendarium and I apologize for that. Unfortunately I haven't worked on much Tolkien stuff for quite a while, which is going to make this a very unusual and jumbled series of posts with artwork from all across the board. Some of it is going to be unfinished in a big way: stuff I meant to share here when it was done but never got around to finishing.

First post should be up tomorrow at 11 a.m. GMT (I think), and then one per day at that same time until the queue runs out.

[acediaedeus]

he was a punk, she did ballet typa story with grimmichi, but both of them are punk, and both of them do ballet.

this one is an AU where they're just humans, but Ichigo is still a weirdo who sees ghosts, cause why the fuck not. also, long-haired Grimmjow.

in Ichigo's case, it's that he did ballet. why? let's imagine Masaki sending Yuzu to ballet classes when she's four because the girl is fascinated by the beautiful women dancing in white tutus on TV in one of her mum's shows. Masaki is afraid her small, gentle, and shy daughter will have a hard time making friends with all the new kids, so she tries to convince Karin to go with her sister, at least for the first few classes, but the girl is unwavering in her refusal. she would hate to pressure her children into anything, so accepts, and as a last resort goes to her older son. young and filled with the desire to protect his family and please his mother, Ichigo says he'll go with Yuzu.

and so on top of his karate, Ichigo also does ballet for a while, so his baby sister will have an easier time adjusting. he actually likes it too, but then mum dies, and the beautiful women dancing on TV she used to watch no longer bring fascination, only tears. so they no longer do ballet and that is that.

everything else after that is much the same: Ichigo gets bullied, puts the karate classes to use and becomes a delinquent. all is well until one day Yuzu comes to him, timid and unsure, putting Ichigo on high alert, fearing someone has hurt his sister (a big mistake they'll regret and learn not to repeat), but all she says is that she wants to try dancing again. he, of course, encourages her to try.

like the good older brother Ichigo is, he comes along for her first class as moral support. Yuzu is amazing, as expected, and he definitely feels some water in his eyes watching her dance, which no one needs to know that. BUT, there's this guy, who seems to be his age, training on the opposite side of the room. beautiful and mesmerizing, and so ethereal Ichigo can hardly look away. the way he moves is enchanting, his long blue hair swaying and spiralling into a snake with each spin. he leaves with a happy Yuzu for their little sibling celebration with Karin, filled to the brim with confusion.

time goes on, but he simply can't get the guy out of his head, and one evening he comes to walk Yuzu home (he is not about to let his baby sister walk alone in the darkness of winter). he's a little early, so the class is yet to finish, but oh wait, there's the guy standing outside. one thing leads to another aaaand... they're fighting. positively rolling on the ground like children. and like a child Grimmjow (cause that's his name apparently, which Ichigo doesn't even remember when he was told that) bites his hand, so like a child Ichigo tugs on his blue hair. it's soft and nice, and he's getting distracted. but then Yuzu is yelling at him, calling him a foolish boy (and he won't even argue, because he really is a fool).

so yes, turns out they both were punks and both did ballet.

[cabbagestrand]

to that anon who always reminds me of diakko week, bless you and thank you so much. i wouldve really loved to participate but ive really been busy the past years, was hectic yall. just wanna shout out that person, whoo, ill try and drop something before i disappear again for the final(!) semester. heres a chilling capybara i sculpted tho!

[dizzybizz]

npc shopkeeper-ass doggy. he sells things he finds outside.

[jopjab]

hi sorry i died again i was busy drawing nothing but prsk characters/vsynths in chiikawa art style for 3 days straight

[arthur-lesters-tummy]

day 63 of the dreamlands

soo me and @arthur-lesters-ribcage got out the sewers! (see day 61) apparently @arthur-lesters-tits and @arthur-lesters-slutty-waist got married? though their party barely met the requirements of being one so i invited everyone at the hotel and folks from the taverns to the rooftop for a proper celebration.

we got punch with who knows what in it, fairy lights, people are playing beer pong, sending balls off the side and hitting pedestrians on the street below. and SOMDBODY has been barbequing burgers which smell like shit, knock it off!

i got a job offshore so i'll be leaving tommorrow. if you want to confess your undying feelings for me, now would be the time to do so; i'm sure we could squeeze in another marriage before morning. i should be back in 2 weeks but you know how these things go...

[angelfoodscake]

sigh . i miss james

[thatoneluckybee]

hey hey hey this is random but the funniest two things just happened in order

guess who just had an app downloaded on her phone for some reason by a parent

guess who also just learned there’s an app that turns your watch into essentially a light Human Shock Collar

[eggsbenedictinurmom]

I feel like absolutely DOGSHIT this week but at least I finally finished my Au’s 06 Sonic campaign timeline today