#stupid but i'm using it semi-ironically help

[unbreakable--bond]

if sontails has a million shippers then i am one of them if sontails has ten shippers then i am one of them if sontails has only one shipper then that one is me if sontails has no shippers then i'm dead if the world is against sontails then i am against the entire world 'till my last breath, i'll ship sontails

[jakeswifez]

THE COLLAR | s.jaeyun

୨୧ -› when sunghoon's little sister will meet her virtual best friend after 10 years, but everything goes wrong.

୨୧ -› brother's best friend!jake x best friend's sister!reader]

Warning -› possessive brother's best friend, lies, "enemies" for lovers, death threats, obscenity, loss of virginity, oral sex (both), horseback riding, semi!public sex, in the pool...

It was just another day at school, as I was Sunghoon's sister I had to deliver letters to him and his friends, because the girls in my class didn't have the courage.

"- y/n, could you give this letter to Jake, I can't stay around him for long." Of course, I'm not going to lie to myself, I have a crush on SimJaeyun, I've felt this since I was 8 years old when my brother took him home to play video games

"'- I'll give it to you yuna, you can leave it to me" I gave her a genuine smile because I wouldn't get mad at her because of that, because in everyone's mind Jake and I are enemies who talk out of obligation because of my brother, no I can deny it, I think Jake hates me, I don't know...he looks at me strange, so I have to pretend that I hate him, even though it's the opposite.

I got up immediately because the bell rang, I took the letter and left my room heading towards the lockers. From afar I see my brother and his friends and I go to him, immediately handing the letter to Jake.

"-wow, Park y/n handing me letters, this is new, don't be jealous, sunghoon" he said laughing ironically at my brother, I rolled my eyes at his stupid idea

"- I'm sorry jaeyun, but even dead I wouldn't write a letter to you, instead I would much rather write to Jay" I said with venom on my lips, I can't deny it, Park Jay was very attractive I had a crush on him in teaching medium, but nothing that would last.

He soon made a strange face as he turned away, saying something that I couldn't hear very well, but who cares, it won't change anything in my life. I turned to sunghoon saying that I was going to meet chaewon, leaving there heading towards the field I felt the back of my neck burning, but who cares, right?

"- y/nn, come here" I heard chaewon screaming for me so I went to the place and sat down with her

"- well, do you have any news about wonbin? I heard that he will come here to see you, I'm very excited, finally we will meet" she said, jumping excitedly, as she was always curious to know who the mysterious boy was who sent me messages all the time.

"- yes, I'm excited too, I've been waiting for this for ten years, but he's coming next week, because he has a football game at his school" I said looking at Chaewon because it seemed like she was happy for me , I always told her that he helped me in the best moments of my life, in the ups and downs, those that I never managed to talk about with my brother or my parents.

"- it won't take that long then, but did you finally hear the news?" she said excitedly, I always wonder where all this excitement comes from, but I think it's part of her personality

"- I didn't know, why?" I asked myself curiously, because nothing ever happens at this school.

"- jay is having a party at his house after the game, you're going to come with me, right? you know I don't like going alone" oh no, she looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, idiot, she knows that's my point weak

"- I wouldn't go if you weren't, but how are you going to do what" I said in defeat because those eyes always win me over

"- THANK GOD, after years you're going to a party with me" she said exaggeratedly because she knows very well that I just didn't go to the other one because I had injured my ankle.

"- I'll see you at the game then y/n, I'll meet you at 1 o'clock in the afternoon??" I wave slightly and go straight to my brother's car to wait for him, as he always talks too much with Jake.

After 5 minutes I see him and Jake coming towards us in the car, as Jake is coming along I already know he will sleep at home, as always, 1 day before the game he stays at home, I think this is useless, but what can I do?

I got in the car without saying anything because I didn't want to include myself in their conversation, but sunghoon asks me a question

"- y/n, are you going to the game tomorrow?" he asked looking in the rearview mirror with a questioning look.

"- yes I will, I will go with chaewon she asked me to go" I immediately heard some giggles

"- I thought you were going to be talking to your little friend y/n, news" Jaeyun said between nasal laughs

"- yes, I wanted to, but he also has a game to play, you're not the only one Jaeyun" I said, picking up my things as I had already arrived home, getting out of the car I heard a bit of my brother's conversation

"- jake don't do that man, you know she gets angry easily, seeing you do that doesn't even seem like it...." I only heard half-heartedly because I closed the door seconds later, entering my room and sitting on my dresser to take off my makeup, until I heard a notification coming from my cell phone.

• wonbin sent you a message.

I immediately had a smile on my face, as I hadn't spoken to him since early in the morning.

*- hi dear, how are you??

I immediately replied

*-hi wonbin, I'm fine and you? So, are you looking forward to tomorrow's game?

*-Well I can't deny it, I'm really looking forward to the game, but I know I'll do well

*- convinced, you see, but I'm going to sleep, I'm exhausted, tomorrow I'm going to my brother's game too, I'm already feeling a headache

*- you're right, I need to sleep too, my trainer wants me to be there at 10 am, honestly I'm lazy, but what can I do, good luck to your brother tomorrow, good night kitten

*- good night

After I sent my last message to wonbin I heard a knock on the door, I looked up and saw someone unexpected

Sim jaeyun

"- what are you doing here jaeyun, go to my brother's room" I said getting ready for bed, I heard laughter near me and I immediately turned back.

"- calm down kitten, don't be like that, I was just going to ask you a question" he said placing his hand on my cheek lightly running his thumb over my skin.

"- then speak quickly, I'm dying of sleep" he looked at me and then asked

"- are you going to Jay's party?" the question was unexpected, I almost couldn't pay attention because his hand on my face was giving me goosebumps

the sexual tension just building in the air, making me nervous

"- yes I will, why?" With a touch of confidence I managed to answer him, but soon I felt him approaching my face, heading towards my ear

"- good to know, I'll see you there, kitten" then he walked away and went straight to my brother's room, I was stunned by what happened seconds ago, why is he acting like this

I immediately lay down and thought [Sim jaeyun is very strange] I thought to myself before falling asleep

First thing in the morning, I was woken up by several messages from wonbin

• 9+ wonbin messages

I opened it immediately to find out what happened

*- good morning sleepyhead *- I received that necklace you sent me *- is it a star? *- you are the best girl *- does she have a pair??

I was confused because the necklace would arrive after 5 days, as I sent it yesterday morning, I thought it was strange.

*- Good Morning *- has it arrived yet?? wow that was literally quick I thought it would arrive in 3-5 days, but I'm glad you liked it *- and yes, it's a pair lol, yours is a star and mine is a moon, because you are the brightest star I've ever seen

*- eww, very cliche

*- WONBIN!!!

*- calm down, I'm joking, kitten lol, my trainer is calling me, I'm going, bye *- calm down, I'm joking, kitten lol, my trainer is calling me, I'm going, bye

I turned off my cell phone and went straight to the shower because in a little while I was going to meet chaewon

wearing a white skirt with my brother's team shirt, I put on light makeup because I would have to go back to get ready for the party together with chaewon, I put on my sneakers and went to the living room to wait for her

I soon heard a knock on the door, I grabbed my things and opened the door.

"- y/n in heaven, you look amazing as always, ready to go girl??" she said with coke in hand, then handing me one

"- of course" he said with a smile on his face before leaving

Arriving at the field, it was literally full, but there is always a corner reserved for me at the front, after asking people for permission I soon sat down to watch the game

nothing interesting happened during the game, until jaeyun scores a bicycle goal and celebrates with that beautiful smile of his that makes my knees go weak

"- wow girl, close your mouth or mosquitoes don't come in" she said mocking me, I straightened my posture looking at her

"- stop talking nonsense chaewon" she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the game

the game ended 3x1 for us I was happy for my brother, seeing him smile like that makes me feel happy for him, but soon I changed the direction of my eyes to Jake, he looked so handsome with that smile and shining eyes, but I soon diverted my attention with chaewon asking me to get ice cream before we packed up

I sat in the store chair and soon an attendant with feline eyes came to assist us

"- hello, have you already chosen your preferences??" he said with a smile on his face showing his dimples on his cheeks

"- oh, yes, I would like flaky ice cream and you y/n?" She said looking in my direction catching my attention

"- um, I would like strawberry ice cream please!" I said nervously because I thought he was really cute.

"'- ok! would you like anything else?" He looked in my direction and I immediately spoke

"- could I know your name?? sorry if you feel uncomfortable" I said embarrassed

"- oh okay, my name is jungwon, and yours, miss?"

"- my name is y/n, nice to meet you"

"- the pleasure is all mine y/n, I'll prepare your orders and be right back" he said going directly to the counter

I then looked towards chaewon seeing the mischievous smile on her face

"- shut up chaewon" I said

"- but I didn't say anything" she said between smiles

after a few minutes you saw jugwon returning to your table with your orders, he placed the orders on the table and then gave you a wink

you felt your heart skip a beat, and your face turned red

"- you fall in love very quickly y/n" you whispered shut up to her and started to enjoy your ice cream

"- oh, y/n, he left you a note" she pointed to the note next to her bowl and you immediately took it

"XX XXXXX-XXXX" call me ❤️

You got home, took a shower and went to change, I did my makeup, not too strong but not too soft, soon I heard Chaewon come back from the shower

"- hey y/n, did you send a message to jungwon??" she said

"- I'll send it now, I'm just going to apply some lip gloss" I did and then added his number to my phone

*-hii, it's me y/n!

Surprisingly he responded very quickly

*-hii y/n, how are you?

*-I'm fine, what are you doing??

*-I'm getting ready for my friend Jay's party, and you?

*- what a coincidence!! I'll be there too lol

*-that's good, I'll see you there then

*- ok, bye

*- see you soon, princess

"- chaewon from heaven, jungwon is also going to the party!!"

"- that's great!! Just don't get too excited maybe your brother won't like it very much"

"you can leave it" I told her putting on my short black dress, showing too much skin and wearing my heels

Arriving at the crowded party, we were immediately greeted by the jay

"-y/n, you came, you wonderful"He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing

"- you too park" you said putting your arms around him

"- ok ok, let's go y/n, we have to get our drinks"

"meet me later?" Jay asks in my ear, I nod slightly and he smiles sideways

I went towards the kitchen with Chaewon to get the drinks, we took them and went to look for my brother

Then I see him and I go towards him, and he looks to the side and sees me, He looked at my clothes not very happy

"why did you come with that outfit y/n" he said looking into my eyes but I didn't care and went to greet the people

After a while, I got a little drunk, but I was still conscious, I went to the dance floor and started dancing, after a while I felt someone's hand on my hip

"you look beautiful y/n" I hear a familiar voice in my ear, I look over my shoulder and see Jungwon

"so you came jungwon" I said touching his chest

"but of course, I was giving up but you said you would come" he said dancing with you

you started to dance rubbing against her, and soon you heard a moan in your ear

"holy shit y/n, you dance really well" you looked at him and looked at the bulge in his pants and then pulled him to a distant place

"the kitten was excited?? I'll help you with that" you immediately pulled him in for a kiss, asking for passage with your tongue which he accepted with open arms, he squeezed your waist pulling you closer so you could feel his bulge

You soon got on your knees and massaged him over his pants and he soon moaned slyly

pulling down his pants along with his boxer shorts his dick jumped almost hitting his face, you spat on your hand and started caressing him

"please y/n, I need you" he said slyly, as much as you want him you won't lose your virginity in the bathroom, so you decided to use your mouth

You stuck your tongue out and put him in, he soon let out a moan, accelerating his pace, his legs began to tremble with so much pleasure, he pulled the back of your head closer to his pelvis making you choke.

"I'm coming y/n...I'm coming" he said, letting out a loud and sly moan, you sped up and gave him a blowjob, which made him release his orgasm deep in his throat, moaning loudly

You took him out of your mouth, and he fixed his pants and then pulled you in for a kiss.

"you did so good for me princess, do you want me to reward you?"

"no need jungwon, I appreciate it but my brother is already going to look for me, will I see you around?"

"definitely" he left a peck on your lips and walked away

you went to the kitchen to drink some water, and soon you heard a laugh, You turned back and soon saw Jake

"what a beautiful performance you did with that boy, I didn't know you were like that, kitten "he said with a teasing smile on his face

"I hope you keep your mouth shut" you looked at him and noticed something shiny on his neck, it looked like....no..it couldn't be, before he said something you questioned

"jaeyun, what necklace is that around your neck?" you said calmly, you looked at his wide eyes and you already knew the answer.

jake was wonbin

" so does that mean you lied to me the whole time? I trusted you " you tremble

"y/n no, it's not that, it's just" you immediately interrupted him

"that's what!!! fuck jake, you literally impersonated someone I don't even know now!! you fooled me for 10 years!! do you understand that?!" You said with anger in your eyes.

"the reason is because I'm fucking in love with you!! I've been in love with you since I was a child!! I literally had to put up with you being with these useless boys for years!! now I had to witness you giving that son of a bitch a blowjob" he He came closer pinning you to the wall making you look at him scared.

“you belong to me y/n, you always belonged to me!!” He said grabbing your wrist pulling you to the guest room, entering the room he soon threw you on the bed and locked the door

"Now I'm going to show you, kitten, who you belong to" he said hovering over you, kissing you roughly

"fuck I've been waiting for this for years kitten, I love you so much, if I see you with him I'll kill him, do you understand?!" He didn't hear any response and slapped your ass, soon hearing a moan coming from you.

"with words princess"

"yes, I understand...jake, I belong only to you"

Satisfied with your answer, he takes off your shirt and then helps you take off yours, then bends down to kiss your neck, leaving several marks on it.

Ele abriu seu sutiã e começou a chupar seu mamilo, recebendo vários gemidos seus.

He kissed my breasts going to my belly, while he kissed my belly he pulled down my panties

"how beautiful you are, kitten, how did you hide this from me, hmm" he put my legs on his shoulder and I started kissing my clitoris, starting to suck it, moving his tongue down to my entrance

"so good..hm" I said between moans, as he accelerated his tongue at my entrance making me feel that knot in my belly

"are you close kitten?" sucking my clit more fiercely making me moan loudly

"I'm close jaeyun, ah" my orgasm arrived making a mess on his beautiful face, he licked everything and got up to give me a kiss

"you have amazing taste kitten, I could stay there for hours" placing me underneath him while he placed his dick at my entrance

"hm, jake...I'm a virgin" I said immediately for fear of hurting, he looked at me with wide eyes

"so I'm going to be your first time?..I'm going to make sure this is your first time with me and forever" he said with possessiveness in his voice

He wrapped my legs around his hips, and caressed my hips

"I'm going to take it easy at first, okay, just don't tense up, otherwise it won't hurt more" he placed his dick at my entrance again and started to penetrate, I felt discomfort at first and a burning sensation but I didn't want to stop

"you're so tight..." he moaned after his cock was inside me, he waited a few minutes for me to get used to it

"can you move, please" he shook his hips calmly, but then he started accelerating

"do you think that boy's dick would satisfy like mine? huh, kitten?" he spoke rudely while looking at me, speeding up even more, until he made me feel him in my womb

"no... no jake.." I said moaning slyly as the pleasure was overwhelming, he placed his hand below my navel and squeezed

"you feel that, it's my dick buried deep inside you" I looked at my belly as I saw his dick hitting my skin, I fell with my head back moaning loudly as my second orgasm was approaching

"your pussy is so good kitten, it was made for me" he moaned loudly as he accelerated his pace, making us feel enchanting pleasure "I'm close y/n, I'm coming, I'm going to bury my children deep in your pussy so you can get pregnant with me so no other man can look at you, only me" after he said that I spilled on top of him, my juices running down his my pussy to my legs, meanwhile Jake was perceiving his high, still making me moan with the overstimulation

"I'm coming...calm down...I'm coming" I felt his cock twitch inside me as he moaned slyly on top of me

He fell next to me and pulled me into his chest, stroking my hair, I felt so loved at that moment.

"you did so well for me kitten, I love you" he got up and went to the bathroom getting a wet towel to clean me up

After cleaning me, he told me to change because my brother was going to look for me, I put my dress back on and started to fix my hair.

At the moment Jake was putting on his shirt because that was the last piece of clothing he was missing, the door opened, and who was there?

park sunghoon...my brother

"oh sorry..." he looked at my face then at jake immediately his eyes went dark

"What the fuck!!" it's me and jaeyun are dead now.

part 2??

[izpira-se-zlato]

Bootleg Hojan Merch

I know Nace shared part of the story in an interview a couple days ago, but I was planning on doing a write-up before I knew that, so here you go 😂 Also contains the continuation of the saga in Finland :D

Putting this under a cut because it's gonna be a bit of a read (plus a few more pictures). Yeah, I hope no one here is surprised that I suck at keeping things short 😂

So I have done a fair bit of clownery this year, and the most recent bit (before the shirt project) was attending two of the Polish gigs, Wrocław and Poznań.

I was wearing my Cha Cha Cha shirt to the Poznań gig, and when taking pictures with Bojan and Nace after the show, I opened my jacket so the shirt was visible. When stepping back after the pic, Nace spied the shirt and was kinda excited about seeing Käärijä merch – though he prefers the Häärijä merch, as he told us, because he's a "big fan" (his words, not mine).

So back at the hotel, I told @braveheart1418, "God, I'm so tempted to try to procure an actual Häärijä shirt. Tell me that's a stupid idea." Of course she did no such thing and so we looked into how much it would cost (too much) and how long it would take (too long), and so I was like, "bummer. And I'm not comfortable making bootleg official merch. Although, omg – it would be hilarious of we did Hojan merch!"

And the longer I thought about it, the more I fell in love with the idea. Again, I told friends, "tell me that would be a stupid idea," and again, they were filthy enablers, and so I started looking into the matter semi-seriously once I was back home (that was Wednesday the 22nd, so almost exactly a week before I left on a business trip leading into a stay at my parents' place leading into the gig).

The first thought was to get a big HOJAN in the Häärijä lettering on foil to iron onto a black shirt, though @braveheart1418 had commented that the design with a picture Häärijä on is much more memorable. That was a very valid point, except that there were no Hojan pics in suitable resolution that were in the right pose.

Thus, things I needed to solve:

get a plotter to cut out "Hojan" for the chest -> my mom said my cousin had a friend with a plotter. Contact was established

get a picture similar to the official merch of Hojan -> I reached out to Dean, who was absolutely lovely and set me up with a picture I could use

clip Hojan from the picture -> I had @submariini as well as another dear friend help me there because they are both much better at photoshop than me and were kind enough to offer their help, and decided to add the yellow border because the best picture Dean had sent me was black & white

get transfer paper -> easy: amazon (loathe as I am to use it)

find a copy shop to print Hojan for me -> tricky bc I got Inkjet-Printer transfer paper and most copy shops have laserjets, if they allow using your own paper at all -> I got laserjet transfer paper and once again had my cousin come to the rescue and helped me print it :D

find t-shirts in the right sizes -> I solved this by eyeballing and taking pics of my dad in the various sizes to check with @submariini. While nerve-wrecking, I am astonished just how well the sizing worked out in the end!

Despite the limited time (limited further by me getting sick Monday/Tuesday before my business trip), it all came together beautifully: I did a test-print Friday evening and picked up the foil cuts, went shirt shopping with my parents on Saturday (shout out to them for letting their adult kid drag them through three different clothes stores and especially to my dad for gamely trying on half a dozen shirts and waiting while I yelled at ed about which to take 😂), finished the test shirt (mine) that evening and adjusted the colours on the outline to be closer to the foil, printed three more copies of Hojan Sunday morning, and got them ready just in time for leaving for the gig!

Which was yet again nerve-wrecking because of the unprecedented amounts of snow happening in Bavaria, but it stood no chance against our determination!

Unfortunately, the snow situation meant that JO couldn't come out after the show, so I passed the shirt to Nace during it and received a pick in return, which made me bluescreen as I hadn't expected an exchange 😂 He put the shirt down without having looked at it, which was a bit unfortunate because I would have loved to have seen his reaction, but it was still a pretty cool moment.

They did get a lot of gifts this close to St. Nikolaus (which is also celebrated in Germany, or at least was in my youth), most of which they left on the stage for the crew to gather up, so I bluescreened even worse when Nace bee-lined over to me as they came back on stage for the SSOL-encore to thank me again for the shirt – others told me later he'd taken it backstage after Carpe Diem with him, which I'd missed 😅

After the show, I met @mogoce-nocoj and ended up talking to her for quite a while outside the venue because neither of us wanted to split off into different directions, and so it wasn't until we were on our way back to @braveheart1418's hotel room (finally accepting that we wouldn't manage to say goodbye quite so soon and might as well talk somewhere warm 😅) that I saw that Bojan had posted the story to his Instagram 😂. Let me just say that it was very fortunate we were still out-doors and not near normal flats, because I don't think I was quiet when I saw 😂

I actually ended up making four shirts including my trial one – one for Nace, one for Häärijä himself because it felt fitting, and one for @submariini because he's such a Häärijä fan :D

The latter two, I took with me to Rovaniemi (which was ed's fault, because (and I quote), "come to Rollo! It'll be fun!"), where a bunch of friends and I met up for a birthday party slash Käärijä gig (over 20 clowns in one place, it was amazing, 10/10 would do again (genuinely)). The weather and means of transport tried to keep us apart (train strikes and ice rains on my end, though I still had better luck than Joker Out), but we actually all made it and by now all made it back again, too :D

As I mentioned in a different post, I actually managed to hand over the shirt to Häärijä before the gig, and he told me he would wear it on stage, which he did! I also got a picture with him, ed, and me all in our shirts, which was also pretty great :D

So, yeah! The Process™ of project 1.

Thank you so so much to everyone who helped and encouraged me along the way -- my parents and my cousin, the gift to our fandom that is Dean Grainger (none of whom will hopefully ever read this specific post), @braveheart1418, @submariini, @alephai, my dearest friend K who's been an enabler for so so many shenanigans, and xia!bf for bearing with my insanity (both where the shirts are concerned and the general Käärijä/JO brainrot) and helping me make this project a reality 💛

[yellowbunnydreams]

The Blood Runs Thicker (part 8) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~A semi-short one, but I just wanted to write the sassy man again~

Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy @randymeeksisafinalgirl @sleepy---head @robin-the-enby @hungrhay @likoplays @slxsher-whxre @nicolezghostz @spiderlilytengu

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Graphic description of injuries. Possessive behaviour. Gagging/retching/vomiting. The suit stays ON

Iron. Your mouth tasted like hot pennies held for too long in your hand as you came too. The dry, cloying sensation making you gag and turn onto your side, trying to find some moisture in your body as the gagging grew more intense. Eyes struggling to open and your whole body shook and ached, you couldn't really remember what had happened.

Mike. Where was Mike?

You vaguely recalled a sensation of weight against your body, and the soreness in your neck told you that something had gone on there. Half-leaning over the edge of the bed, you could hear footsteps approaching before the door to the room swung open. Too tired to lift your head as your body tried to dispel whatever was disagreeing with you.

William looked at you with somewhat pity in his face. Half off of the bed, retching and eyes watering, body shaking with exhaustion and the healing red, fresh skin over your neck made him clench his jaw. He'd been stupid to leave you alone with Michael, and now he was making him pay the price whilst you recovered. There was a sense of relief that you seemed alive though, still able to hear your pounding heart and you still smelt human, another relief as he approached the bed.

Carefully, he sat you up, watching you blink as you tried to orientate yourself, groaning as your head spun and the lights felt too bright. William grabbed a glass from the bedside and brought it to your lips, letting you sip at the water, your hand reaching up to support the glass as you tried to gulp it down greedily. He took it from you before you could however, shifting as one hand held you against his body before he reached down to the floor, picking up a bowl he'd stored down there as your face paled further and the retching came back.

He had the decency to look away as the water you had just drank came back up, body shaking harder as he quickly glanced back to see the thick water sloshing in the bowl before he put it down. Using part of his shirt to wipe at your face and clean you up, movements slow and tender almost. You had been sick before, the first three days in his house had been spent watching your unconscious body, watch as you changed and brightened once you'd woken up and you became healthier. He was somewhat glad he'd not brought you any new clothes or toiletries, it made you easier to ignore. But now you smelt odd to him, still mouth-wateringly good, but cold, something acidic hiding under your skin that made his nose scrunch up in distaste.

"William?" You spoke softly, throat sore and face scrunched up as the taste of copper was replaced with watery, acidic bile. The glass being placed to your lips again and you felt grateful for the water that cleared out your mouth somewhat.

"It's me bunny, how are you feeling?" His voice was unusually soft, making you glance up as you screwed your eyebrows together for a moment.

"Tired...I hurt..I'm cold." You managed to get out after struggling for the words, William shuffling on the bed and laying you back down on your side, tucking the covers around your shoulders tightly and layering a blanket down over you to see if it would help warm you up. Stroking your hair out of your face and his face still pulled into a deep frown. "Where's...Mike?" You asked, not noticing how William tensed up and he fought a low growl in his throat as you asked about his son.

"You don't need to worry about him. You just focus on getting better."

"But he-"

"I said no. Don't be stupid, shut the fuck up and try to get some sleep." He growled out, frowning as a little smile flickered across your lips. "What the fuck are you smiling at, dumb bunny?"

"It's weird when you're nice...I prefer...when you're you." Laughing weakly, you managed to wriggle your hands free of the covers, reaching out and taking hold of his larger-rougher one. Feeling how warm his skin was compared to yours with a satisfied sigh, eyes flickering shut again, though you still shivered.

Afton paused as he looked at your hand, so small and delicate as it held his. He could see you still shivering, and he grunted as he got off of the bed for a moment, allowing your hand to drop and tucking it back in. Carefully, he stripped off his outer shirt and slacks, letting the bloodied clothes sit in a pile on the floor and leaving him in a t-shirt and boxers as he padded around to the other side of the bed, climbing beneath the covers and pulling you close to him. Making you groan and squirm as you felt his heat against your back, but being forced to move onto a colder part of the mattress.

"William, I-"

"What did I say about going to sleep? You're freezing, this will make you warmer. Now, sleep, before I make it permanent." He grumbled in your ear, wrapping his large arms around you and pulling you close against him, large hand resting against your stomach whilst his other arm was tucked up by his head. Feeling your coolness sink into his skin and letting you slowly become warmer as he allowed himself to breathe slowly and deeply, your smaller body against his feeling not unpleasant.

He wasn't sure he remembered the last time somebody had been so close to him and still had a heartbeat.

Your breathing slowed and he took the opportunity to bite at his lip, letting the blood bead up before he kissed the side of your mouth gently making sure some of the beads got into your mouth before he laid back down. Squeezing you tightly to him, like he was afraid to let you go.

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how warm you were this time. The second was the copperish taste in your mouth again, but this time you didn't gag or retch at it. You felt more alert than before, your body not quite as stiff or rigid and even your neck didn't feel as tender. Keeping your eyes closed as you turned over, feeling the warmth moving and breathing deeply, humming softly at the cologne that you remembered from the first day you'd been awake coming to your senses. Burying your head deeper into the pillows, you felt movement against your back as a large hand moved up the curve of your spine.

You tensed up, tilting your head upwards to see William next to you. His glasses digging into one side of his face where he was laid against the pillows. There was no movement in his closed eyes, or did his chest feel like it was moving as you paused, realising that your hands were placed against his chest and his arms were wrapped around your smaller body.

He looked peaceful as he slept, and you couldn't help but notice that his beard was getting a little longer than when you had first seen him. Recalling that Mike had said he couldn't see himself in a mirror, you wondered if he went somewhere to get a shave, or whether it was usually a hope and prayer as to whether it wasn't patchy. His hair was getting long and messy too, streaked with grey and some of it falling into his forehead, fine lines etched into the skin as you studied him up close for the first time.

As you laid in his arms, you began to recall what had happened to you. The euphoria, the warm blanket that seemed to settle over your brain. Though looking back, you shuddered as you realised that you were loosing more blood than you had even when William had stabbed you, your mind catching up to the fact that your body turning cool and clammy, pulse racing, had been a sign that it was struggling to function under hypovolemic shock. But you also faintly recalled the weight moving off of you, of William carrying you against his chest like something precious.

The thought made your cheeks heat up slightly.

Carefully, you wrapped your hands around his middle, burying your face into his chest and allowing yourself to loosely hug him back. Eyes closing again as you wondered why he hadn't just let you die, you'd been such an idiot afterall.

William's eyes opened as your arms wrapped around him, but he remained still. Allowing you to hold yourself closely to his larger body. He was glad that his heart was naturally slow to beat, as he was sure if he was human, it would have pounded loudly where your forehead rested. He could feel sparks in the back of his mind, gears that had long since stopped turning moving to languid life once more as your warm breath against his chest reminded him of things he didn't realise he missed about being human.

His hand crept up your back and pressed between your shoulders, moving his head as he allowed his eyes to close again. "You don't seem quite as dead this time." His voice sounding above your head making you scream slightly and press back from his chest, only prompting him to hold you tighter, chuckling as he realised you thought he was still asleep.

"You bastard! You-"

"I what? And I'll have you know, my parents were married when they had me, thank you." Teasing as his deep voice rumbled and he found himself breathing again, laughing at your slight panic as your fist ineffectively smacked his chest.

"You were asleep." You breathed, trying to get your heart rate to calm down as it made your head pound uncomfortably and you groaned, feeling William tense slightly as he loosened his grip on your body.

"Was I? Or do you just not know what a vampire looks like sleeping?" You smacked him again for the comment, hearing him grunt lightly as he let you wriggle around in his arms before you settled again. Still tired and not wiggling to fight against him as he was stronger than you, and you didn't want to make him angry.

"Did I..." You swallowed as you began to ask the question, trying to keep yourself calm as you recalled the strange cold warmth that had consumed your body. "I..I just didn't want.."

"You're too nice, and definitely fucking stupid, bunny." Afton sighed, placing his chin on your head as he thought about how to explain it all to you. Feeling his jaw twitching and face contorting into a sneer as he recalled bursting into Michael's room, hearing the low growl that your glassy-heavy eyes were clearly oblivious too. You were a fighter, and he knew you wouldn't have gotten into that position if you'd fought Mike, and he also knew his son all too well. "I'm just disappointed you gave yourself to him over me."

"It felt...warm...I couldn't think straight." Trying to ignore the tint of anger in his voice as he expressed disappointment in you, feeling it burn in your chest for some reason as you swallowed.

"That would be the blood loss."

"It was before that... He...He made a comment, about you, how you didn't..make it feel like that." Avoiding his eyes before he gently grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes, making you shudder as the storm cloud colour siezed you in place. The way his thumb rested against your chin almost tender.

"Do you not think, bunny, that perhaps I cannot do something like that?" Confused must have crossed your expression as he sighed and rolled onto his back, letting go of your chin. One arm still wrapped around you as the other ran through his hair and rubbed at his nose where his glasses had dug in. "Can you whistle?"

"Nope, can't do it to save my life."

"Can you sing?"

"Well sort of?"

"Dance?"

"I mean...it very much depends on your definition." you murmured, making William scoff and shake his head, muttering something under his breath as he rubbed at his face again, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

"Just because we both have fangs, doesn't mean we have the same abilities. I don't know how that little bastard got that one, but he did. Made you feel all tingly, warm. I bet you came up with every excuse as to why you shouldn't move or fight back."

You could feel the colour drain from your face as your pulse raced, tearing your eyes away from William as his words stung a wound you didn't know was even open. Eyes watering as you realised how stupid you had been to offer yourself up to a predator, and one you knew nothing about. Not really.

Stupid, stupid little girl.

"God...I'm so fucking stupid." You whispered it out-loud, and William turned his head towards you. Scowling as he reached over with his free arm and ruffled your hair whilst pulling you closer to his side.

"Of course you are. You're my stupid little bunny, but I want you to remember that. My dumb little bunny. You can hardly blame a rabbit for being ignorant of a wolf's intentions when they play so nicely." You scrunched up your nose as he kept up the rabbit allegory, wondering what his whole thing with that was, but leaving it be. In his own way, it sounded almost like he was reassuring you that it wasn't your fault. And the way he called you his made your stomach knot up slightly, in a way that made you uncomfortable.

Slipping out of the covers and leaving you there, you almost whined as his heat left your side, before your eyes snapped to his body. Eyes widening as you realised that he was in boxers and a t-shirt, nothing else, giving you a good view of his thick thighs and how strong they looked, the smattering of dark hair running down his stomach as he reached up to stretch. Thick, strong arms dotted his scars beneath the coarse hair, your cheeks colouring and heating up all on your own as William began to turn towards you, cocky smirk on his face as he felt you staring at him.

You surprised yourself with your own speed as you grabbed a pillow by your head, launching it at the vampire and hearing it hit with a satisfying 'thwump', watching him flinch and put his hands up as it caught him off guard.

"YOU WERE NAKED?! I HAD A HEART TO HEART WITH YOU AND YOU WERE NAKED?!"

"This isn't naked, bunny." He countered, blinking at the pillow and fighting a smile as he felt a little proud that you had nailed him with it despite your recovering state. "And I had to get up and eat, and get you some food too."

"You're a pervert, William Afton." You growled, cheeks burning as he chuckled, sticking his long tongue out at you as he walked around the bed and picked up his slacks, pulling them on gracefully. You watched him carefully, feeling embarrassed that you'd been curled up against him half-dressed, quickly checking that you hadn't been undressed yourself.

"Yet I'm not the one staring at my ass like they want to see more." He retorted, making you squeak and bury your face in the pillows, the large man breaking into a deep laugh as you hid away. Shaking his head as he padded out of the room, heading towards the kitchen to grab you some food.

[exilynn]

Hey, loves. I brought some HEADCANON'S from my BOOK;AU with Eddie. This is nothing more satisfying (it's all to promote my content and have some fun)

(echoes nocteris

Being in a relationship with Eddie from the perspective of Flight of Icarus - Loves Dragons

🏹 It's not a good idea to talk about other guys who resemble him— Eddie is a card-carrying jealous type. He respects you, but he can't help wanting to be the only guy in your life!

🏹 The love between you two is mutual, and the passion is intense and frightening. You would die for each other. But maybe it's just a "fantasy," and you're both aware of the limits of wanting each other in your lives.

🏹 From Eddie's perspective, everything you do can excite him, just like in The Police's song Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic.

🏹 You and he have a few things in common, even in music. Like your shared love for Iron Maiden, Depeche Mode, and more.

🏹 You're the center of his world, and he tries not to overdo it to avoid scaring you, but he ends up being a damn last romantic anyway.

🏹 Eddie found the same comfort in you that he has in Wayne, and he sees that as a gift after feeling like he was 'cursed' his whole life.

🏹 That time you played D&D into the early hours, he surprised you with his courage and determination. He believed in your abilities, but you definitely hooked him (forever?).

🏹 Since you write, he teases you, pestering to read your writings because he knows what they're about (erotic literature/drama).

🏹 The fights, a key point: Eddie knows he acts immaturely in some of them, but you always find a way to understand each other again despite the complexities. And those fights are "resolved" in bed, that’s it.

🏹 You "stripped" his soul and calmed the "dragons," and he couldn't be more grateful. (He lost his virginity with you.)

🏹 Despite his 'corroded' childhood and youth, Eddie gives his heart and soul to you, as if it's not much, but it would be his everything.

🏹 Not being used to affection and interest, you were the only girl who cared about his past jobs. Like when he told you, embarrassed, about working as a bartender for a while on the east side of Howling, but you looked at him as if he were your treasure, and you were the dragon that would protect him.

🏹 Eddie knows how to provoke jealousy by saying nonsense, never intending to belittle you. But he brags about his past and that damn "romantic adventures" diary.

🏹 He says stupid things like, "I'm not Kurt Cobain, but I'd kinda take a bullet for you."

🏹 Raised by women, he’s completely respectful towards all women he interacts with. And don’t worry, he’ll be there for you if you're dealing with a terrible PMS (even if it means challenging your red dragon within).

🏹 Eddie is never quite sure if you enjoy his world—I mean, you brought the comfort he never had in childhood with his dad. So he sees you as a significant attachment figure.

🏹 He knows, he just knows where to touch you if he wants to stir a mix of excitement and confusion.

🏹 Eddie loves a light BDSM game when you grab his handcuffs off the wardrobe and show him who's boss (he enjoys that role reversal).

🏹 He would show you Hot Wheels collections you used to play with and a bunch of junk he kept somewhere from the old mechanic shop where he worked with Wayne as a teenager. It's all part of the flirting, trust me.

🏹 He would joke about how you ignore him and give attention to "non-living" things, referring to "stupid devices" that don't entertain you.

🏹 He always makes sure to check on you, and if he suspects you're not okay, he'll find any excuse to cheer you up and help you shut off from your problems.

🏹 He’s a big, romantic lover, and when he’s high, he creates entire semi-intellectual debates (the perfect opportunity since he's a nerd). "The guys from Athens looked like they were wearing grandma's clothes they bought at a thrift store" (probably in a discussion about Socrates and the academy).

🏹 One of the worst things he can see is you crying, so be aware that he'll make you laugh (after you’ve sobbed and he’s hugged you tight).

🏹 The whole thing about him seeing himself as the town's (freak) because of Jason and his crew (Jason, you bastard). Eddie doesn’t feel like that anymore —the horrendous creature—since he fell in love with you and you brought emotional stability into his life.

🏹 When he runs out of creativity for songs and crumples up papers but then reconsiders because you taught him a sacred (fake, made-up by you) proverb: the "I should."

🏹 Eddie is the type of "star lover," so he’ll invite you, in the middle of the night, after you’ve bundled up, to stargaze (because he appreciates you and couldn’t be more comfortable comparing you to them).

🏹 He’s the noise guy, but he doesn’t mind spending some quiet time when he's with you. Putting on some slow music, whether to dance or just to enjoy the moment in the trailer with you.

🏹 He’d probably have a custom necklace made for you and give you his skull ring, even though he sees it as his "lucky charm."

🏹 He’s a tease, that’s the word. If you want to sit still for a while, fiddling with something that isn’t him, he’ll bug you until you pay attention (needy but mature enough to understand space).

🏹 He lightly squeezes the back of your neck when you're anxious—the neck and shoulders are the tensest parts of your body, and he knows it. Besides your restless legs, which he calms by holding them with caresses.

🏹 He loves that "hit and return" game, like when you challenge him to a silly duel.

🏹 Eddie protects you at all costs; if you have unfaithful friends, he’ll choose you over them every time. Anyone who harms your honor is no longer worthy.

🏹 If he sees someone circling you with malicious intent, he’ll pull you away from what he calls a threat to his Punk Fairy/Banshee.

🏹 He would dedicate anything to make you feel like the most badass, strong, and beautiful woman in the world… especially in his little world.

If you guys like it, I'll bring some of the best quotes he said in the book <3

[karume-everything-else]

Whumptober 2023

Day 11: "I don't want your love" [Reader x Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada)] {My Hero Academia}

This wasn't how you thought your day was going to go, but here you were post-argument. Sitting on the arm of the couch, shaking a little from how emotionally charged the last few minutes were. Zashi wasn't the kind to rise to anger like this, but you couldn't help feeling like you had a heavy hand in this too. It didn't mean you couldn't still feel like you were being ignored, but it wasn't helping anything.

"I'm just an afterthought!" You shouted, "You're always off doing something and getting hurt. And I can't do anything about it!"

"You know that's not the case! I always try to make time for you. I'm sorry that you can't see why I do this. But I am TRYING!"

Hizashi backed up, lowering his voice, "I love you [Name]. I just-"

"I don't want your love!"

You regretted saying that. The way you said it wasn't how you meant it, anger made you stupid as hell. Thoughts flew through your mind, calming yourself as you worked out how to start making things right with Hizashi.

It probably wouldn't work, you'd likely be making everything worse for yourself... but you had to try.

Hizashi finally peeled himself off the bed. Having thought everything through, he couldn't stay mad at you. The first time either of you blew up and it boiled down to not having good schedules for dating each other...

No matter how much the two of you liked each other, there weren't enough hours in the day. He understood what you meant, how much it would mean for him to just... spend more time with you. It was something he wanted too, but juggling three jobs and a relationship with someone who's job called them far too often.

Maybe it was time to stop pretending...

Turning into the living room, the last place he remembered leaving you; Hizashi was just standing there. It was possible that you'd just up and left, he wouldn't blame you.

Until he heard something heavy on the countertop, walking toward the kitchen, and hoping it was you; Hizashi wouldn't put it past Shota or Nemuri to sneak in if they saw you walking around without him... especially after he told them about his plans.

"[Name]? What... are you trying to do?"

Turning to face your hesitating lover, a cast-iron skillet barely held up with the oven mitts as you fumbled through the kitchen. Not that the pan was hot, not yet anyways, you had just put something back in the oven. It was the only thing you could think of to help ease the tension.

"Uh... cooking." You lifted the skillet onto the counter, "I... I didn't know what else to do."

Hizashi moved to reach out to you, "You don't have to. I mean, its been a pretty long day. We could just go get something, maybe talk along the way?"

"I know it would be easier, but..." You kept facing the counter, "It... I..."

Letting out a deep sigh, you reached for a box from the cupboard. Hizashi slowly slipped his arms around your waist, attempting to be a comforting figure.

"You just want to?" He offered, "Let me help... or at least stay here."

Barely nudging your forehead toward him, "It's not like I could kick you out..."

His arms tightened around your waist, just holding you close silently. He just wanted to move past this, he didn't know how this would work or be healthy in the long run. But if this was what you wanted to try to do, Hizashi would make every attempt to work through it.

"I'm sorry." You finally spoke up, despite your voice being so low and drained sounding, "I knew what I was getting into with you, that your jobs are all demanding. It isn't fair for me to act like you aren't trying... Especially when it comes to our weird schedules."

Zashi nuzzled against your neck, "You don't have to apologize. Neither of us were right or wrong, we just have to talk it out. Ya know? The sooner the better in my opinion, but not if its gonna hurt you. I'd rather avoid another argument too, ya feel?"

Attempting to turn into him, you grunted in a semi-positive-sounding way. He only just let you turn to face him, squeezing you tightly. It was a little bittersweet, and a lot of work.

[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 14: Octonary 8️⃣

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Octonary (adj.)

relating to or based on the number eight; consisting of eight; in sets of eight

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Yet more evidence I did not arrange the prompt list as carefully as I could have. 😅

BIG missed opportunity to make this the word for Day 8, or at the very least Day 16 (because multiples of 8, etc.) 

Oh well! 🤷‍♀️

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk a little more about my thoughts/process for the art...and some frustration caused by the posting mishap I got started with today. 🙃

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You were going to get a nice, properly typed description for this piece today, but then Google Chrome decided it hates me and crashed with no warning whatsoever and DeviantArt's new Studio Submission Portal has the exact same STUPID fatal flaw that kept me using the Sta.sh Editor to get art submissions ready for years instead of the standard submission portal—It either can't or won't reliably auto-save as you type. 🤬🤬🤬🤬 [Context: I start typing out these long descriptions on dA first since that's been my primary posting place for years and I'm used to their font, formatting, and emoticons; And only semi-recently I started copy & pasting them over here on Tumblr, which is why this rant is still relevant here.]

Just when I had about warmed up to the "Studio," here I am FURIOUS all over again that DeviantArt, in all their infinite wisdom and updates no one asked for, STILL cannot be bothered to program freaking auto-save into the submission portal AND they took away the ability edit text in Sta.sh so you don't even have an on-site alternative option that will auto-save anymore.

I'm so mad. I'm SO mad. At the core I'm not even that mad specifically about the content I lost today, but the everything else it represents and is conceptually tied into. And I so don't have time to really get into that right now because I have to re-do something for this description other than just being angry because I have other things to do today and this has already set my schedule back badly enough as it is.

Allow me one more moment to scream in frustration:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARARARARRARARAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Alright. Now then.

You get a very basic bullet point list actually about the art because that's all I think I can manage through my ire at the moment:

This prompt, much like Day 11 serves as more evidence that I didn't curate the list as carefully as I could have. There was very much a missed opportunity to make this the word for Day 8, or maybe at least 16 or 24 since those are multiples of 8.

I opted to keep things simple for the mandala. Not as simple as just using the "8" shape over an over because I thought that would be too limiting and boring. I Googled "Octonary" to see if anything visually helpful would come up and found this webpage talking about "Octonary" paths that the Knight piece might take in a Chess game.

After starting with a big Octagon as a base, I took inspiration from the diagrams on that webpage to fill the space. I started with a big 4-point division from one of the diagrams that resembles the iron cross, but ended up modifying the lines into more of an 8-point star shape because the 4-point divison wasn't working for me with all the other 8-based motifs.

And I did still use a fair bit of those 8-based shapes to try and bring in some more softness since the Chess-inspired bits were all very straight and angular.

In general I tried to work in 8's where possible, but there were some things that slipped through that I'm purposefully not going to call specific attention to beyond this sentence acknowledging they exist.

More interesting that the mandala itself is probably the color scheme. How do you make a color scheme based on the number 8? 🤔 Traditionally, that would've been more difficult to answer. But digitally, I was able to take advantage of hex codes. I specifically looked up colors that only use the number 8 and/or 0 and started with those, and then at the very end added in two light grays that also add B and E because I needed some additional lightness I just wasn't getting with the 8's and 0's alone.

More specifically, if you're curious, my exact color palette was:

#888888 - Base medium grey for the whole thing

#000888 - dark blue

#800008 - darkish red

#080808 - near-black

#888000 - dull "gold"

#B8B8B8 - lighter grey

#E8E8E8 - lightest grey

I did toy with #088888 (teal-ish) and #800080 (dark fuchsia-y), but after reviewing my options for what I might use as a song pairing on Instagram (remember I mentioned that being a unique challenge with these on Day 12), they felt a little too at odds with the color scheme made by the others.

I do think the dark blue made this color scheme come out a little more similar to previous days that I really wanted, but by the time I realized that I could not be bothered going back to change it, so it is what it is.

If the coloring looks a little funny otherwise, I tried to add the colors still using just figure-8 shapes and then blending/blurring the splotches out to get better coverage. Probably kind of pointless and uncessary considering how the final product looks, but I couldn't help myself.

I don't think this is the strongest piece of the month by a long shot, but as I've said before they can't all be super complex or amazing. [And for the record, I thought that before the lost-description mishap.] In any case, I like my solution to the color scheme "problem" and there are still some good ideas/motifs within the mandala, even if the whole package maybe didn't come together as nicely as it could have.

...I think that's everything I wanted to mention. It's hard to tell after being so thoroughly derailed from my original thought-flow. 😠

But that's at least all I can think of at the moment, so I should probably leave this here and get on with cross-posting. Cross-posting is normally my least favorite part of the process and starting off with such a bag experience trying to get this far does not feel like a good omen for how that's going to go.

Wish me luck and happier thoughts, Sparklers—I'm going to need a lot of both. 😤

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Artwork © me, MysticSparklewings

Obscutober Concept Inspired by nikolas_tower

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[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 25- Part 17

Obsidian, guaranteed critical hit Sucker Punch!

Whaaaaat!? Rotom lived???

So…you're telling me that “one-hit KO” I got on Rotom the first time was actually based on a damage roll? I got lucky that first attempt, and unlucky this time? Even after a super effective critical hit? The EVs on that Rotom, sheesh…

Well- okay, even with Paralysis, Rotom’s probably just gonna attack again, right? So as long as Obsidian doesn't get stunned, another Sucker Punch should actually finish it this time.

Banette? That's his sixth Pokémon, no Ground-types at all? What in the- well, okay, let's see how Gash does with this one.

Actually, being back to Short-Circuit Field is helpful, because it'll give Night Slash a much-needed boost to kill!

Night Slash did not kill! Would you believe me if I also said Night Slash never once got a critical hit during these two fights? I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't witnessed it firsthand, as the one playing. Sometimes, it's like this game is trying to make me lose, even when I'm playing semi-decently…

Well, no matter, Riptide should be able to come in and finish the job.

He can actually outspeed this Banette (I think), and kill with Crunch!

Dhelmise again…well, okay, I think now is a good time to bring Prong back in to get the machines back online.

I think she can outspeed a Dhelmise and use Charge Beam? She might get knocked out afterwards, but Factory Field will be back up.

It worked! AND she survived Dhelmise’s attack on 1 HP (which I was so shocked at I forgot to screenshot it, forgive me for being unable to complete the rule of three)! So now, we switch into Crater, who I'm sure can survive whatever else Dhelmise throws out-

Yes indeed, and now…it's time for Lava Plume!

There's that Mimikyu again- but this time, we have a better plan! Time to send in Wulfrum!

Since I know Mimikyu is gonna stack Swords Dances, we'll counter with a boosted Iron Defense.

Then, we'll break Mimikyu’s Disguise with Rock Slide…

And finally, a Steel Gem-boosted Iron Tail! If all goes according to plan, Mimikyu should go down right away…assuming Iron Tail, with its low accuracy, actually hits and RNG doesn't screw me up yet again…

Perfect! Let's not dwell on how much damage Mimikyu still did against a +3 Defense Lairon because it's gone!

And the final Pokémon is…you. I know what to do here- we're sending Crater back in!

Oh, shoot, I actually completely forgot it had its own Synthetic Seed. The next move it uses is gonna be a guaranteed crit, um, uh…I need Crater alive for this, um…

Sorry about this, Obsidian!!

Okay now we can send Crater in safely.

There's only one way to finish off this stupid pair of swords…

Lava Plume.

Oh, he CAN speak! Finally!

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[traailmix]

Nervous || Ankasa

[can be platonic or romantic, polyamorous if romantic!!]

Summary: An won't stop fidgeting over how to ask Kohane out, so she hangs out with Tsukasa to calm her nerves. Maybe even get some advice!

Heavily Mentioned Anhane !!

[ I apologize if this is cheesy, offensive, or inaccurate in any way. I'm just tryna have fun. <3 ]

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

An paced the hallways, a bead of sweat making it's way down her cheek. She tried to ease her racing heart, but to no avail.

'Man, I really am I mess, aren't I?'

She chuckled to herself at the thought. Really, it should've been the other way around, shouldn't it?

Kohane looked up to her, An knew this. She thought of her as a bright, beaming star, in the dead of night. But, ironically, that just makes things worse—at least right now.

How could this glimmering singer that her blonde friend looked up to so much, be such a dork?

She couldn't even figure out how to ask her out on a date, or tell her how she feels, dang it!

This star was dimming and flickering, and she knew it. So she had no choice but to go to a fellow star for help.

"Tsukasa-kun, would you like to have lunch together?"

The strawberry blonde was absolutely delighted by the request, and happily accepted. Lucky for An, Tsukasa liked her, a lot. She'd often find him and Rui doing something stupid, and after hastily trying to explain that he had no part in Rui's preposterous acts, he'd strike up a conversation with her.

She thought he was strange, but he was also enduring.

So, thus led them to now. Sitting on a bench on the roof, slightly leaning against eachother. Tsukasa was talk-talk-talking away, while An was semi-listening, but also had another thing clouding her mind.

"—And, BAM! Zombies started chasing me! But thankfully, with amazing reflexes such as mine, I was able to climb up in time and escape the treacherous beings. I cannot lie, I truly had outdone myself in that particular show! Oh, and so had the others! Our dear director did an excellent jo—"

In the middle of his rambling, An sighed, which... must have given off the wrong idea.

"Eh?! Are my stories boring to you?" The blonde boy beside her looked at her with a half-panicked, half-betrayed look.

"NO! That's not it at all! It's—just.." she sighed again, not quite sure how to put it.

"Shiraishi, is something bothering you? Now that I think of it, you've seemed quite distant this entire time.." He tilted his head. The dark hair sighed, smiling sadly. She couldn't really hide it now, might as well vent it all out.

It's okay. Maybe it'll make her feel better!

"Well, yeah. There is something, actually.."

Tsukasa gazed at her expectantly. "Do you wanna tell me?"

"i might as well." She chuckles half-heartedly. "You know my friend, Kohane?"

"Ah yes, Azusawa! Quite timid, isn't she?" He replied thoughtfully. An nods.

"She's gotten much less timid!! And—Well, I..like her."

"Ah well of course! Friends do tend to like eachother, and you two seem quite close."

"Yeah, well—No—I mean—"

Tsukasa raised an eyebrow. She looked away, her cheeks heating up a bit.

'He's pretty dense, isn't he..'

"I mean I.. Like her, like her.."

He stares for a moment, before his eyes widen, quickly understanding as his own cheeks darken. "I see.."

"And..well, I really wanna tell her!"

"So..why don't you?"

"Well—" She pauses, and looks down. Swallowing, she continues. "I'm nervous."

She looks at him, a part of her almost expecting a laugh, but all she sees is a focused, waiting gaze.

"..She sees me as such a person to look up to, a confident person—Somebody..WAYY better than I actually am, but who I strive to be regardless." She softly chuckles. "I guess I'm just afraid that..What if I mess things up between us? What if I do something dumb, or embarrassing, or just downright—wrong and that completely shatters her view of me? And to make matters worse .. she'd probably think I'd be so much more confident than this. Not cowering out over it.." She looks down, fiddling with her skirt a bit. A sad smile still graces her face. "I really am selfish, aren't I? Heheh.."

The atmosphere is silent, with only the wind filling it as it softly whooshes through their hair and clothes, tickling their faces gently. An's smile fades a bit at the silence. Had she spoke too much?

"..An-chan."

She looked up, a bit surprised to hear—well—her name.

Tsukasa seemed to have the same surprised look, but for an entirely different reason. Considering she had practically poured her heart out, though, what did she expect?

"I..think the fact you're even thinking about confessing shows courage."

She tilts her head fondly.

"And..plus!! Being brave or confident isn't just not being nervous or afraid—it's doing things even when you are afraid." He smiles a bit. "I once told a friend..

'A sure way not to make mistakes is not to try anything new at all'. Unruly mishaps are going to happen—regardless of wether you welcome them or not, but, that doesn't make you any less of who you are, no? And I think Azusawa would feel the same—"

An watched with wide, amber eyes as he went on.

"—It's okay to be nervous, or afraid about what the future may hold. That's natural! Especially in a time like this! But in a situation where I know the person of your dreams would adore a girl like you,"

He suddenly stood up, gently taking An's wrist and sticking it in the air triumphantly, along with his own as he beamed a smile, causing her to gasp softly.

"Then you should go for it, head on!!" He gazes at her confidently, causing her to gape.

She stares for a moment, then two, then about three.

Before she starts laughing.

"O- Okay—you know what?" Her bright smile returns to her, to both her and Tsukasa's relief, "I will!"

"I AM GOING TO CONFESS TO AZUSAWA KOHANE!!!"

"WONDERHOY!"

An blinks, before her melodic laugh returns to her. She joins him, "WONDERHOY!"

Tsukasa gives a confident, though genuine laugh at this reaction. He's glad to see her back to her usual self.

Before he can let any more thoughts run, he suddenly feels arms wrap around him "-?!"

"Thanks, Tsukasa." He hears from his shoulder. He can't help but feel his face heat up a bit from the action, but he smiles, hugging back.

"Of course!"

:}

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Banter Masterlist

2011 (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Dan and Phil move in together.

A Little Space (ao3) - macdell

Summary: Phil gets invited to a cousin's wedding. Dan comes, too.

A refined twink (ao3) - R3ad3r1

Summary: Dan comes back home from a panel and he is cross as he overheard somebody calling him a refined twink.

attention wins your affections and oh, how i love it so (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan and Phil dog-sit a friend's dog and Dan realises just how much Phil acts like a dog with how he expresses affection and Dan falls a little bit more in love.

bonus prize (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: Dan got a question wrong on Phil's quiz. He still wants a prize.

canon in d (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: dan goes out to a bar and a stranger buys him a drink. what happens next may surprise you! [not clickbait]

'cause you are home to me (ao3) - overmyhead

Summary: soon to be reunited homosexual homeowners and all the pheels.

Flatmates (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: oh my god they were flatmates / the fuckboy!phil au we all deserve

Fuck Your Cereal (ao3) - cyanica

Summary: Four times Dan got justice for his cereal, and one time where Phil won their prank war using a person's certain first video... that's still on the internet for some reason.

Game Night (ao3) - LetterJumble

Summary: The five times Phil won game night, and the one time it didn’t matter.

i jump for my phone every moment it lights up (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan left YouTube behind to become an actor, but years later when coronavirus hits and forces him into self-imposed quarantine he rediscovers an old passion of his - AmazingPhil. He hadn't counted on becoming internet friends with him, or falling in love for that matter.

i'm half doomed and you're semi sweet (ao3) - gothfob

Summary: “Does it sound pathetic if I say I missed you?” Dan murmurs into his skin, his hands flirting with the hem of Phil’s shirt and pushing it up his back.

“Not anymore than usual.” Phil teases, running a hand through Dan’s hair and tilting his chin up with the other. Dan kind of looks like he wants to slap him across the face, but he brings their lips together and feels Dan melt against him. He grins into it, feeling triumphant.

“Say you missed me back.” Dan pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest and falling back on the bed petulantly.

it's fashion, babe (ao3) - karcathy

Summary: In which Dan persuades Phil to try on some of his merch, and both of them are stupid about it.

Kindness (at the End) (ao3) - lovestillaround

Summary: A story about the Christmas Eve, a wooden chest left by Phil on the kitchen table, and a mission to get the key.

lazy morning (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: phil is a good bf and makes breakfast for dan. dan repays him by jumpscaring him. (then dan makes up for it)

phil will never finish his coffee at this rate

Love me (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan is cute and he knows it, and he really wants his boyfriends attention. So he decides to annoy Phil until he gets what he wants.

....

Dan loudly clears his throat, “Um excuse me? Yeah your cute boyfriend is right here and asking for attention.” He over-dramatically gestures to himself.

Nuance (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: Dan's plan to surprise Phil with something sexy goes a little sideways.

of tea leaves and coincidences (ao3) - dakogutin

Summary: Sometimes the universe has creative ways to prove its powers.

or

Phil is a firm believer of cosmic forces and signs. Dan isn’t.

Phil Who? (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Phil gets amnesia and his husband, Dan, tries to help him remember. Aka my knowledge of amnesia consists of the movie Overboard, and that one episode of Full House so don't come for me.

Pictionary Proposal (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan is with his family in France and Phil is planning to propose when he returns home.

Pressing Business (ao3) - TeddyAsInLupin (TeddyMedley)

Summary: Dan and Phil iron some clothes as they pack last-minute. Banter occurs.

Pumpkin Spice (ao3) - ThoughtaThought

Summary: You remember how I left you on the verge of smut in Chapter 3 of Pumpkin Pride? Here ya go, here's that smut.

Winter 2009

Dan: 18

Phil: 22

"Read the room Mum" -Daniel Howell (ao3) - MistressDistress

Summary: Based on Dan's line, "Read the room Mum" in the youtube live he was recently in talking bout video calling.

security! (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes home to Phil after tour rehearsals. They cook, kiss and banter. And Dan reflects on the word "security".

smiled, and it was perfect (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan and Phil in Jamaica on a youtuber trip. Their relationship is still pretty young, but the love is real. So are the bugs.

The Innkeeper's Son (ao3) - whataqueerfish

Summary: In which teenage Dan is dragged along on a family vacation and ends up meeting some scary trees, an angry moth, and the boy of his dreams

The Winter Birds (Have Come Back Again) (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: The act of being cold itself is not so unusual. He’s sharing a bed with Phil “The Heat Vampire” Lester, for Christ’s sake. Somehow, Phil always manages to zap every ounce of warmth in Dan’s body and then snatch all the blankets. It’s an… endearing quality.

This is a different kind of cold though — one that’s stemming from the air around him rather than Phil’s icy skin.

OR

That one Reverse Bang fic in which the heating goes out and a lot of banter happens.

This Guy (ao3) - Snowflurryflake

Summary: This guy! Seriously.

That says it all, doesn't it?

through the six (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan and phil enjoy a little bit of connected solitude. just a happy fic inspired by dnp's breakfast bants texts

or

the 'and you want it with me?' 'yee' fic, because. yeah.

Tracing Constellations (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Two 6-foot men cuddling in a single armchair doesn't sound like a good idea.

It isn't, but dan and phil do almost anything for intimacy...

watermelon sugar high (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: Dan is the son of Hades, god of the Underworld, while Phil is the son of Hebe, goddess of youth and vitality. They couldn't be more different, but somehow they're friends (and maybe a little more).

When Opposites Attract (ao3) - confettiwrites

Summary: Dan doesn’t do a lot but sit around on his laptop until one night, at a party hosted by Dan’s brother, a guy dressed in oddly creative clothing stumbles into Dan’s room and suggests they go out on an overnight adventure.

[latveriastrong]

cw // personal stuff, child neglect and emotional honesty and all that kind of thing

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My mother left when I was 6. I didn't mind it terribly, she'd made it clear I was an unwanted burden from about age 2 and, idk. The term "wire mother" comes to mind. I still don't really feel anything about it, she was simply an absence to my life. Children adapt.

I understand now that she had a lot going on. Still sucked, but I understand it. I was born with a heart defect and a sickly child is... can be a struggle, even for the most stable of parents, who desperately want them.

I used to practice staying quiet and pretending to be one of my stuffed animals. Don't recall if it was her idea or mine, but I got real good at it. I could just disconnect from myself for hours, playing in my head.

I wouldn't say I was poorly socialized by school age, so much as like, semi-feral? My older brother took it upon himself to teach me how to interact like a normal human. He had dyslexia, like me, and ADHD, and a comic book collection.

Cloth mother.

He was of mixed descent, Black and Latino. His father, like my father, had a "year-round tan," just of a different shade.

My mother was white. Irish, she insisted. I believe the family may actually have Romanichal roots in the UK, but they weren't Irish. We don't know her real surname, so nothing can be researched.

Anyway. My first word was my brother's name. We were close. And I wish there were a happier ending there, but yeah. He died trying to break up a fight, I don't like to get into the details. I don't fully understand them.

I think, though, that if you have enough things taken away from you often enough, you lose the ability to share your toys and play nicely.

I wasn't taught better. Without meaning to, I was taught that life is a giant schoolyard where you either learn to fight dirty and hold your precious things close to your chest always, or have nothing.

This whole stupid baring of my soul on here thing is like. Mostly hormonal, maybe (I have been listening to Neko Case for 48 hours, please send help) but also part of something that struck me like a tire iron on my way to work this morning: I internalized that who I am as a person is essentially unlovable at an early age. That I had to give something to be seen as worth anything. Ideally while doing a song and dance number so no one got a peek at the Actual Me under all the noise.

I don't think that can be true, though, if I also feel that all humans have an innate and immutable worth. If your compassion doesn't include yourself, it's incomplete, right?

I deserved to have a childhood. Buying things as an adult doesn't fix the absence of that. It doesn't replace what's missing. In some ways it just makes me angrier? But mostly it feels like a grim fuck-you to a wire mother who couldn't possibly care less. As empty a gesture as they make 'em.

So I'm gonna try playing with my toys instead, as an adult person, because I like that and it's fun.

This might be the first fully genuine post I've ever made here. I don't know how I feel about that. It's not meant to "fix" anything, address anything, it's just. Me, I guess? Wanting to exist and be seen. Hello, world! Something like that.

ETA: I know I've generally used "Hex" and I still prefer it, but I've always quite liked the name "Michael," if I had to choose a real person name, a legal one, it would probably be that. I'm just scared to say so irl ever bc it has baggage for others in my life. So, yeah. Just "Hex."

[aidanezra]

Failure? Tony Stark x Son!Reader (Part One)

Prompt: During dinner one day, the topic of Y/N’s grades comes up.

Themes: angst, eventual father/son fluff

Pairings: son!reader x father!tony stark (also pepper is reader's mom!)

A/N: I started writing this back in 2019 and just now finished it but this is still my first piece of writing posted here, so any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Plus, what's a first post without some angst? I hope you enjoy it :)

Warnings: angst, depression, a representation of my shitty ass eating habits + lots of friggin swearing

Words: 1,028

Part Two

Part Three

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Y/N’s POV

My body felt slow like quicksand as I moved to the dinner table. I hate this. I know what my Dad is going to say the moment I answer his nightly question of “How were your classes?”, Shit Mr. Stark, absolute Shit, with a capital ‘S’. I despise papers, I hate the classes I write them for and I hate the papers too. Before we know it, maybe my Dad will hate me too?

I sloppily fall into my chair at the dining table, right across from my father, who, at the moment, is staring blankly at a screen. His eyes don’t even gaze my way when my chair makes the most annoying high-pitched sound, he doesn’t even acknowledge me. Well that sounds about right.

Mom yanks the clear, glass, electric screen from Dad’s iron grip, “Come help me bring dinner to the table, will ya?” she chirps and I can almost hear my Father groaning in annoyance. 

Once the food has all been brought to the table and put on everyone’s plate, my Dad finally looks at me. It’s a cold look, stern too, but I still want to search for the ounce of love he may have for me in those brown eyes of his. His mouth opens like he’s going to speak, but recoils, and purses his lips.

He begins to speak again, “So, kiddo, how were your classes today? Anything new happen?” 

“They were fine. Boring and uneventful, but fine.” I spin my fork around in my pasta, procrastinating the thought of having to bring the fork up to my lips. He pauses and drops his own fork, causing a clink sound to erupt, furrowing his eyebrows as hs eyes stare straight at me.

“What grade did you get on that paper?” He raises an eyebrow at me and then gently pushes his plate aside.

“What does it matter?” 

“Well, I would like to know if you worked hard enough on it to get an acceptable grade.” He crosses his arms over his chest and I can almost feel the large amounts of varying emotions boiling up inside me, ready to burst and roll right off my tongue.

“I got a D minus,” I flinch, prepared for the worst possible outcome, but instead of yelling and screaming, I get silence. 

“Go to your room, you’re rewriting that essay and turning it in tomorrow at noon.”

“What? That’s not nearly enough time! You-” I’m cut off by the sound of my Dad’s chair scratching against the tile floor as he moves to stand. He gestures towards the hall, and I take that as my que. I retrain from running and semi-calmly walk towards my room. Accidentally slamming the door behind me. My hand grazes against the doorknob before swiftly locking it. 

My feet bring me to my unmade bed and I plop myself on the side of it. I feel tears pricking at the corner of my eyes, begging to be let go. I seem to give in because before I know it, wet hot tears are pouring down my cheeks as I let out sobs and pull my legs up to my chest.

It’s just a stupid grade, yet, to my Dad, it’s everything. I get good grades, then I’m good for him, otherwise, I'm just something he can throw away when I’m no longer useful to him or the Stark legacy. Its. Just. One. Stupid. Grade. Yet at the same time, it’s my worth as a person and a member in this family. I hate this.

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Tony’s POV

Y/N's door slams shut and I flinch, beginning to regret sending him to his room. Did I overreact again? Was I too harsh? Should I be easier on the kid?

I'm ripped from my thoughts when Pepper chimes in a moment later:

"You shouldn't be so hard on him. He's trying."

I grimace, Pep's right. But I dont want to admit it. "He needs to work harder. He's slacking."

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Tony, he's a kid, your kid. No, our kid. And he needs your support, not your constant criticism."

I cross my arms, sliding down my chair, my gaze directed down the hall at Y/N's room. I'm not criticizing him, I'm only helping him. Teaching him self discipline. If I don't, he'll turn out like me and have to do it on his own.

"I'm not criticizing him, Pepper. I'm being a father."

"Not the greatest." She mumbles under her breath, I pretend to not have heard her and continue our meal. In silence. Agonizing silence..

As I finish my plate, Pepper gets up, heading to the kitchen to begin the nightly chores. I get up behind her, meeting her at the sink, "I've got it, Pep."

"Thanks." She smiles, a small but genuine smile and heads back to the dining room, retrieving the rest of the dishes. I begin to separate them into dishwash and handwash, starting to load up the dishwasher. My mind running a thousand miles per hour.

Am I becoming my father? Am I hurting my son? Am I doing something wrong? Am I the bad guy?

"He didn't touch his plate, again." Pepper cuts my thoughts short, yet again. I cringe as she scrapes the plate clean, following by her handing me the plate. I smile to myself as I take it from her hand. Y/N's used the same plate since he was 5, the same one he and I made together. He decided he wanted to have his hand print and mine together, his is in blue and mine in red. I remember it like yesterday, his little giggles as I painted his hand a bright blue. I'm sure to gently wash it, to not accidentally wash off the 10 year old hand prints placed on it. I rinse it and put it aside, continuing with the rest of them. Letting my mind run free yet again.

I'm not a bad father. I'm doing what I have to. I'm protecting him and nurturing his potential. My criticism is constructive, not harmful. Did I hurt him?

I couldn't have hurt him. Did I?

[6okuto]

— random m4 thoughts/hcs

hellaur. i've been updating this randomly when i have a thought TM so have fun with my brain's silly little notes. um if ur like hm some of these notes are vague it's because i've semi-forgotten my characterization and i'm too lazy to reinstall and read rn #pog

i think someone should draw the m3/4 trying to fit in a photo booth. can we think about this. Can We Think?

um. anisa's hair reminds me of barbie in a mermaid tale so can we think about mermaid anisa maybe. can we give it a thought

^ anisa seeing a mermaid at the aquarium (??) places. wowzers!

personally i'm awesome and i would get anisa time at an all you can eat buffet with a bunch of different cultural foods because I Am Awesome and So Is She

i think all of them would sneak food into the movie theatre. maybe for different reasons but also who doesn't. for legal reasons this is a joke

all of them in kiss the chef aprons. think about it. for me? 🥺

rime discord ghost . felix discord status updater (or not online tbh. depends on your characterization if he's no socmed presence or he had internet access way too young)

rime has stupid good luck with gacha games and i hate him for it. can you hit hard pity please i hate you

^ i could not play my silly gacha games with felix or sage around me. someone is going to impulsively buy resource packs or do 3 10 pulls and it's going to be me. "you can get the money back later" STAY AWAY FROM ME!

i think someone should give anisa glowsticks. no particular reason i just like glowsticks and i think she deserves them

rime w piercings. idk how many times i must say this but i'm saying it again?

felix joins me on my statsforspotify / spotify data website semi-obsession <3 how niche is my music taste be honest <3 am i cool <3 ?

rime underdye

i'm 50% sure i've said this before but sage adding hashtags to his ig post like #gains #workout #clubbing Liek?3#!!_#? HELP

sage ironically getting one of those bells at dollarama that says ring for a hug/kiss and using it whenever you're in the same room. you tell him he can just ask and he says well he has to get his money's worth

i still stronglu believe there's group activities they need to do: laser tag, escape room, going to a trampoline park, etc etc. one of those horror escape rooms where there's a worker who like, hunts you or something. i think it would be fun and silly! one of the m4 is going to try to jumpscare the worker themself. someone is going to try breaking something they should not be touching in the first place.

[memphisfaith]

Hearts of Lust: Chapter 15

Pairing Kim Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Collage!AU, Smut

Word Count: 1.1K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, crack personality disorders, Chaotic energy.

Warning 2.0: non-specified gender, overstimulation, grinding, blindfolded, muffling, public semi-fucking. Honestly, I really don't know how to tag this since I was dancing on borders and being very vague.

Summary: College is any young adult's prime years, at least that's what Lee (y/n) and Kim Namjoon thought. The two are infamous for two reasons, by two very different crowds. Among the professors they are picture perfect students with perfect scores, attendance, and image. However, among the student body they're the very essence of lust with amazing bodies, sex appeal, and skill. The two, although strikingly similar, butt heads quite a bit with competitions of everything from grades to who can get a person to drop their pants the fastest. With the two of them ready to conquer the school year it's all a matter of Go Big or Home.

Monday came and went, Namjoon and I mostly spent our time working on our part of the project which would be due that Thursday, and we wouldn't be present until Friday. We now have a total of two days to turn it in and three days to get ready and present. 

On Tuesday we put the finishing touches on our half of the projects. Namjoon finalized the information for the PowerPoint while I proofread his essay and presentation speech. I finished the backdrops for the PowerPoint, decided on a leaflet design, and -somehow- created a 3-D model of the reef. Complete with tiny fish, sharks, and coral which are all elevated into the air on toothpicks and skewers.

Wednesday was used to combine the two halves. Namjoon and I put together the PowerPoint, we reviewed the leaflet, and made a rough outline of the presentation. Namjoon approved all of what I had made as well as complimented me on the crab I had stuck on the PowerPoint. I complimented his presentation and I went a little soft when I saw he plans to publicly thank me for my hard work when he didn't need to.

Thursday came faster than expected and when we turned in our project I can safely say that we are in the lead. The only way we'll lose now is if our presentation goes bad and that's pretty much impossible with Namjoon.

Friday finally came, I took extra long to prepare for school. I wore a little more makeup than usual and I had ironed my clothes the night before so they looked more fresh. Namjoon picked me up this morning and on the way we went over a few points for the presentation. 

Namjoon is to give the speech and powerpoint while I am to go over the leaflets and 3-D models. Namjoon used his money to print off over a dozen copies of the leaflet, I haven't seen them complete yet but I can't wait.

When free block opened up Namjoon and I used it to practice our presentation to the guys. They gave helpful feedback and we made last minute adjustments. As of right now we are on our way to our science class. 

Upon entering the class the whole room went quiet. The looks they gave us made excitement bubble up. Namjoon smirks before taking his seat. I took the liberty to look over the 3-D models and the box of leaflets to make sure no one destroyed it.

Thankfully no one is stupid enough to mess with our grade and its all intact. The teacher let all the groups go before us, probably to make them feel like they had a chance so they won't half ass give the presentation.

The presentations were okay, nothing compared to ours. When it finally came to ours a smirk itched itself onto my face. I grabbed the leaflets and began to pass them out as Namjoon put the PowerPoint up.

Once the leaflets were passed out Namjoon began his speech, he spoke calmly and fluidly only pausing to explain each PowerPoint slide that went with the sub topic he was on. On the last slide there was a picture of me, I'm sitting on the floor in front of the aquarium in front of the manatee exhibit. My head bowed and there's a glow on my face from the tablet in my lap.

My eyes widened at the aesthetically pleasing picture, "On our final slide, I would like to thank my partner Lee (y/n) for doing such a wonderful job. The backdrops for the slides and the leaflet in front of you are all personally drawn by her." he smiles charmingly.

 Gasps echo through the room with a few groans of defeat. A smile plasters itself on my face as Namjoon and I switch places, "Thanks Joon," I whisper as we pass each other. I then took my place at the podium where Namjoon once stood.

"Good afternoon, The leaflet in front of you is a small guide to the 3-D model I built in front of you. There are over a thousand different organisms that live in this ecosystem. But, in your leaflet I only mention a few that are commonly known." I explain gesturing to the 3-D model.

"As Namjoon explained, this Ecosystem is the richest in the world when it comes to the diversity of the organisms in it." I smile, "The first section lists the coral I've decorated the base with, All of which are made of clay." I gesture.

"The next section is a list of reef fish, The Reef fish are small plastic models mounted on with toothpicks." I smile pointing to the few in front. "The Reef fish in this area are mostly known for their color and the most popular pick for saltwater fish tanks." I add.

"The Section below that is a list of the main Predators in this area, all of which are made out of playdough and are mounted using skewers  that I've cut in half." I motion. "Such predators include crabs, Sharks, and some forms of fish such as barracudas." I list pointing to each said creature.

"The last section is a list of mammals and endangered species." I smile concluding the demonstration. "I can now take questions," I announce, hands shoot up and I pick the first one. A girl who sits in the back, "You didn't mention the last section," she adds in a snarky tone. 

I hold back the bite I had for her and hide the surprise when I realize I did in fact have another section. I quickly scan it and gasp when I see it's the small history lesson I gave Namjoon about Manatees.

I placed a well practiced smile on my face, "Yes well it's just a little bit of information I found interesting, I thought you would enjoy reading it yourself since this is science lecture not history." I smile but I sent her a glare that no one should notice if they aren't her.

She shrinks into her chair and there aren't any more questions, Namjoon and I bow before leaving to our seats. The teacher then made his way back in front. "Well..." He mumbles sheepishly, "I think it's clear who the winner is," He lets out an airy laugh.

I smirk in victory, I held My hand up to Namjoon for a high five and a clap echoed in the room as he did. The bell rings soon after, Namjoon and I go to our last block classes but as soon as those end I make my way to Yoongi's car to see the whole group waiting.

"So..." Jin starts with a grin, "Are you somebody's slave or did you actually win?" He teases. I scoff and shoot a smug look over to Namjoon who looks just as smug, "Would we really be geniuses if we didn't?" I ask smugly. "Well...I don't know about you people but I say this calls for celebration." Hoseok, grins. "I couldn't agree more." I laugh while climbing into Yoongi's car.

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[pixelwisp-archive]

Itadakimasu!! | Part 11: I'm Sorry (Written Chapter)

word count: 3.1k

The Mixtape: Thinking of you | CA, 1979

The music that pooled out of Onigiri Miya was anything but what you expected.  A small smile crept up onto your face - despite your best efforts - and with a featherlight touch, you crept into the restaurant, silently thanking the soft jazz for drowning out the creaks as you pushed the door open in search of a certain chef.

Osamu stood at the sink, hands working some leftover dishes from the work day. He hummed softly along to the music, and it surprised you just how nice  he sounded - how his deep hum complemented the honey voice that dripped through the speakers; rich, thick, and soft like velvet. You padded into the kitchen, clutching the wine and apron closer to your frame so as not to bump it on anything that could give you away, and allowed yourself a few minutes to listen and appreciate before ultimately ruining the moment.

“I didn’t know you could sing, Miya.” You brought a hand up to suppress a giggle as he stiffened and dropped the plate he had been washing with a loud clatter. Osamu bowed his head and cleared his throat, loud enough to drown out the music for a brief moment before it ultimately pervaded the kitchen once more. He grabbed the nearest towel to dry his hands before reaching for the remote, the music ceasing with a quick click. Once he turned around, your eyes immediately fell on the dusted pink that settled onto his cheeks, and you did your best to ignore the warmth that ignited in your chest at the sight.

"So, Etta James, huh?" Osamu coughed awkwardly, turning his attention back toward the sink to finish up the last few dishes that lingered in the basin.

"Ya know Etta James?" An affirming hum left your lips as you placed the bottle of wine and your apron on the island, eyes flitting over the rustic kitchen in search of wine glasses.

The kitchen was a decent size, the bright wooden counters and cabinets a stark contrast to the dark iron of the appliances, but it complemented each other and suited the space well. The soft ivory paint on the walls kept the overall area from being too loud compared to the rest of the restaurant, and you wondered if Kita was behind the greenery that added a lush, vibrant addition to the otherwise plain shop. Your eyes landed on a modest pile of cookbooks stored neatly in the corner, and you let out a huff of victory as you made your way over to the wine glasses that sat in a windowed cabinet above them.

"My parents were big fans, they've always had a funny fascination with America," you explained, and from the corner of your eye you saw him nod. The two of you relished in the, for once, comfortable beats of silence that followed, and you were surprised when he - for a second time since you had met him - decided to be the one break it.

"My Ma used to have this busted up, old, mix tape that she would play every night when she made dinner. Got it at a flea market when she spent a semester abroad in California. She always talked about how she wished she could visit again." The fondness in his voice made your heart squeeze. You busied yourself, listening intently as you placed two wine glasses onto the counter and filled them generously. "Eventually the cassette broke from years of abuse, but I managed to find the songs and make her a playlist. She still listens to it, every night, and I guess I got so used to it that it feels almost...wrong, to cook without hearin' it in the background, even though I'm not home anymore." You slid one glass over to him and he raised a brow at it, a soft smile pointed your way.

"I think ya skimped me a bit," he joked, and you chuckled sheepishly, a hand coming to scratch the back of your neck.

"What can I say, I like my wine." He chuckles as you reach for the small remote. 

"You didn't have to stop it, you know. I love me some Etta," you said, and his smile widened ever so slightly as you pressed play, the smooth voice fluttering through the speakers once more, softer this time as you adjusted the volume. You lifted the wine glass to your lips, taking a tentative first sip. The second the bittersweet liquid hit your tongue, you closed your eyes and sighed into the familiarity. It flashed you back to Tokyo; the seemingly endless nights on the balcony with Tendou and Semi, your drunken laughter rivaling the music in volume as Semi sang along with fervor - but, really, does anyone sound good when they're nearly a bottle deep?

Reality slammed into you like a meteor, and you were instantly struck back into the present moment, meeting Osamu's eyes as he watched you curiously. You felt the warmth crawl up your neck from the embarrassment, and you cleared your throat in the hopes that you could divert his attention to literally anything else.

"So,  are you gonna teach me how to properly make some Onigiri tonight?" His eyes fell on the apron you brought, the one he gifted to you, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise as his lips settled into a playful smirk.

"Who said anythin' about 'teach'? I said I'd show ya how I make it; I didn' say nothin' about teachin' ya."

"And miss out on learning how to make Onigiri Miya's signature dish? No way." Osamu scoffed as you grabbed your apron and began tying it around your waist. His arms folded in front of him, his lips a thin line. You couldn't tell if he was thinking or already disapproving.

"This was meant to be an apology, you know," he started, but you cut him off.

"I know! And what better apology than by helping me perfect my shaping?" The resigned sigh that followed meant a victory for you, the grin proof enough for both of you that you had won. "So, what are we making today?"

"I figured I'd keep it simple tonight. Ya like fatty tuna?" Of course you do.  Who doesn’t? "Great, let's get started then."

To be honest, you weren't expecting Osamu to be as patient with you as he was. Even though you were decently acquainted with the 'art form' that was Onigiri (as so eloquently and dramatically described by Osamu), you decided to entertain him and pretend to struggle with every step - over shredding the tuna, spilling the spices, adding too much mayo - in the minor hope that you could catch him stressed and maybe a bit frustrated - but to your somewhat disappointment, mostly pleasant surprise, every effort to get at least a furrowed brow or a groan was met with a warm smile, sometimes a breathy chuckle, and a strong pair of arms gently guiding you through the correct steps.

It was as equally frustrating as it was endearing.

"Now ya wanna dip yer hands into the dish of water I left on the side for ya, yeah, great, that's it - now grab a pinch of salt - not too much, just a pinch, and ya wanna rub it into yer hands to prep for the rice."

"What if I have a cut somewhere?"

"Do ya have a cut?"

"Well, not that I know of, but what if there's a cut I don't know about?"

"Well then I guess we'll find out soon, won' we?"

You huffed, but nonetheless pinched the tiny mountain of salt and collected a modest amount before tentatively rubbing it into your hands. Your shoulders were stiff the entire time, prepared for the sudden sting on the off chance the salt decided to acquaint itself with an unknown wound on your hand. You heard Osamu stifle a laugh, and your eyes met his as he smirked at your cautious form.

"Stop staring at me, focus on your own stupid rice ball." He laughed - loudly, beautifully - and you felt your hands tremble the slightest bit as you tried to put all of your focus on making a stupid, dumb triangle out of some stupid, dumb rice.

"Need some help?" You merely grumbled in response as the little bundle of rice and filling crumbled in your hands, despite your feeble attempts at shaping it. He set his own, perfectly shaped, onigiri aside and scooched over to you, his arms reaching around your form, chest pressed lightly against your back. "Yer pressing in too softly, so the rice isn't holding. Cup yer hands like this-" he cupped your hands within his own "-just like that. Now press a little firmer, like this." You were trying your best to pay attention to what he was showing you, you really were - but you couldn't help but marvel at how soft his hands were. You expected them to be rough; calloused from years of cooking, volleyball, and the handyman side hobby, but clearly that wasn’t the case. What kind of lotion did he use to make them feel so smooth? Probably some fancy homemade Aloe Vera lotion Kita made for him, you thought with a scoff.

This new revelation had also made you hyper aware that your hands were not, in fact, soft - countless burns, cuts, and other various acts of carelessness in the kitchen have given your hands a battle worn texture that no amount of hoity toity, all natural Aloe Vera would be able to soften up. He must have been cringing inside just having to touch the absolute burlap that is your haggard looking, stupid hands, oh god-

"Nice job, yer doin' great." The gentleness in his voice plucked you from your inner turmoil, effectively grounding you back to the task at hand. What was once a crumbling mess of rice and tuna now stood a beautifully crafted onigiri, the plump triangle nestled snuggly in between your hands. A gasp left you as you beamed at the finished product, and you whipped your head toward him, twisting slightly within his grip so you could face him properly.

It was then that you realized just how close he was to you.

Whatever words you had planned to say to him died in your throat as your brain tried to comprehend why the hell his face was so close to yours. Osamu seemed to be in a similar state of shock, eyes wide and mouth emulating a fish, opening and shutting when the words weren't coming to him. From the way your own mouth gaped, you imagined you shared a similar expression.

Simultaneously, almost comically, you separated yourselves and severed eye contact, Osamu finding something above you particularly interesting. What exactly, you weren't sure - you were too busy eyeing every minute detail of the remarkably plain tile flooring.

Like an awkward embrace from an old friend you never truly vibed with, the uncomfortable silence settled between you two once again.

It would have almost felt nostalgic, if you didn't hate it with a seething passion.

'And my arms need someone, someone to enfold'

The playful jazz number cut through the silence, and you mentally cursed Etta for clearly not reading the room - your arms were certainly not looking to enfold anybody at the moment, and you imagined it was likely that Osamu felt the same.

You spun back around toward your work station, a quick roll of your shoulders the only indication that you were gonna keep working, because you sure as shit didn't trust whatever would have come out of your mouth had you chosen to open it. Lucky for you, he seemed to get the hint and moved back toward his own work station, making quick work of shaping what he had left, while you continued to struggle, albeit far less than before.

Not a word had been uttered in the moments that followed, the music filling the awkward rift that split between you.

To be honest, you felt guilty that nearly every interaction between you two inevitably dissolved into a dense, unbearable tension; the once lighthearted mood suddenly cracked open like a fault line, the quiet settling between you like dust, and it always felt so thick that trying to bring the moment back its old, enlightened state seemed to take such an immense amount of effort - effort that neither one of you appeared to want to put forth.

You wondered if Osamu shared a similar sentiment.

While you finished up the last of your onigiri, you allowed your attention to flicker to Osamu as he eyed the leftover tuna filling with seemingly great interest, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. You watched as he scooped the mess onto his finger, putting obvious effort into keeping it balanced as he brought the teetering pile to his lips. Right as he went to close his lips around his finger, the tiny mountain fell, smearing onto his chin and landing on the counter with the saddest little ‘splat’ you'd ever heard. The disappointment he exuded at his misfortune is what ultimately broke you, and you laughed - a bright, gleeful sound that dispelled the suffocating air in an instant, and made you feel like you could finally breathe again (which was ironic, considering how out of breath you were from the incessant giggles that sprung free with absolutely no regard for your lung capacity).

Your hand flew to your mouth in an (admittedly failed) attempt to stifle yourself, as well as possibly save the last shred of rapidly waning dignity Osamu was probably holding onto for dear life. You folded in on yourself, laughter bouncing off the restaurant floor and - again, probably - stabbing directly into Osamu's crumbling pride.

Just as you opened your mouth to apologize, Osamu's loud, beautiful laugh cut through your own, and at the sight of his uncharacteristically bright smile, accompanied with the little smear of mayo on his chin, you realized that, maybe, probably, he was actually doing just fine; and that this - laughing with him - was something you'd never been given the chance to do before, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't something you wished you could do more often.

You hoped that, maybe, Osamu wanted that, too.

"So, I take it they didn't teach you how to make onigiri at your fancy schmancy culinary school?" He smiled as you bit back a groan. It was embarrassing, how ugly your onigiri looked next to his. Sure, you were joking about your incompetence in the beginning in the hopes to rile him up a little; but when it came to actually forming the balls, well - there's a reason the spite onigiri you made were small and round.

"You win this time, rice man." He boldly plucked one of your creations and plopped it onto his plate, while you opted for one of his. You knew yours were gonna have too much mayo and way too much seasoning, and you weren't about to subject yourself to that.

You took a bite out of the rice ball and audibly moaned - how is something so simple so delicious? He chuckled, lazy smile draped across his features as he watched you eat. The little sparkle in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by you, and you felt a tiny tug on your heart at how excited he was that you were enjoying his food, even if he wasn't being outwardly showy about it like you tended to be.

"'This time'? Does that mean we're doing this again?" You reached for another one of his as you hummed to yourself.

"Hmm, maybe. Maybe I'll force you to bake me some macarons." You were kidding, of course - you wouldn't wish that upon even your worst enemies - but the way his eyes brightened and he agreed with a small but noticeable lilt to his voice had you wondering if maybe making macarons wouldn't be all that bad if you made them with him.

He bit into your onigiri, taking a far more generous bite than you would have, and you snickered at the obvious attempt to conceal the grimace he had involuntarily made upon swallowing. The way he tiptoed around his critique of your failure was incredibly endearing ("It's not bad, just...mayo-y." "You don't have to eat it, you know." "No no, you worked hard, I'm gonna eat it."), and you felt the first little crack form in the walls you had begun to keep up around him ever since the curry incident.

The longer you enjoyed the food, wine, and - surprisingly - company, the harder it became to ignore the guilt that had settled onto your heart earlier in the evening. What started off as a mere twinge had become a sizeable weight in your chest, growing each moment you spent with him that didn't make you want to launch him off the summit of Mount Fuji.

"I'm sorry," you said, quiet and out of the blue. He shot you a confused smile.

"Pretty sure that's my job right now," he pointed out, and you offered a meek chuckle in response.

"I shouldn't have sold the dessert onigiri. Seeing just how passionate you are makes me realize the gravity of what I did. My ego was a little bruised and instead of being an adult about it, I openly insulted you and Kita by making a mockery of your business. I took it too far, and I'm really sorry about that. I'm sure it goes without saying, but I'm gonna stop making them so you don't have to worry anymore." He was quiet, staring at you in a way he hadn't before, and it made you feel far too exposed, playing with the rice crumbled on your plate as you waited for a reaction.

"I'm sorry, too. I only said those things because the idea of you expanding yer menu terrified me. Yer an amazin' chef, and I honestly think ya could run me out of business one day." His voice was soft, too; and you felt the crack grow considerably wider, your vulnerability peeking through pinched brows and hands that you couldn't seem to keep still. "I've always wanted to open up a location in Tokyo, and expand the menu. Onigiri made sense because it's always been a source of comfort, but as much as I love makin' em, there're others things I wanna make, too."

The air between you was...light. The weight that usually settled itself into your shoulder blades seemed to have dissipated, and you couldn't tell if it was the wine, the time, or Osamu. Maybe it was all three.

"I...I like it better when we don't hate each other," you said.

"I never hated you," he said.

"I never hated you either," you admitted.

"Does that mean we can stop pretending we do?" He looked you, and you saw hope.

You smiled.

"Yeah," you said. "We can."

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Fun facts -

Osamu listening to old 60′s love songs just did something to me ok, especially my girl Etta

Kita is 100% responsible for the plants 

Osamu’s mom kept the tape, even after it finally broke beyond repair. It reminds her of Osamu’s father, who she met that summer in Cali

he was another exchange student from Japan. They had a summer fling and inevitably said their goodbyes when the summer was over and he had to fly back home.

They ended up bumping into each other a year after she moved back - and fate has been a big theme for the Miya’s ever since. 

Osamu has always felt a little funny about it - it feels too convenient, and he doesn’t like the idea of not being in control of his own path.

He thought your ugly rice balls were disgusting, obviously, and he was sure to eat his own after the first one lmao

A/n - when you haven’t updated in so long you have to look at past chapters to remember how you formatted 😭. BUT ITS FINALLY DONEEEE, this chapter KICKED my ass oh my god but it feels so good to be finished and we’re finally moving into new territory~ I’m very excited for the next few chapters!! I hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter, please don’t be afraid to shoot me messages if you have questions!! I have a LOT of behind the scenes content that doesn’t make it into the fic sometimes and I’m always eager to share 🤩✨💛

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Don’t You Hear Me Howling? || (M) || 05

Finding out you are a female Alpha sparkled some rivalry inside your pack, and resulted in you losing your best friend and your life turning upsidedown, so leaving for college was the fresh start you needed. Years later, you are about to finish your degree and suddenly this past comes back to mess with your head.

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader | Kino x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut; A/B/O AU; Omegaverse; College AU.

→ Words:  2.5K

→ Contains: power dynamics; blowjob; handjob; some light voyeurism; masturbation; sexting; semi-public shenanigans; seriously, this chapter is almost a pwp heheh

→ A/n: Apparently we got carried away with the smut, but we just couldn't help it 👀👀 we swear there is a plot to this story lmao. Anyways, we hope you guys like it :)

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08

After a tiring day, all you wanted was a shower and to throw yourself in your bed. You've been texting Kino all week, and you two end up agreeing to go to a party together on the weekend, to blow off some steam.

The last thing you were expecting was a text from an unknown number with a picture attached.

"I believe you forgot something" it said

the picture showing your panties hanging from the fingertips of a very strong masculine hand.

You bit your lip, allowing yourself to admit that you find that quite hot, but rolled your eyes when you remembered that the text could only be from someone.

" Where did you get my number from, Changgu?" You replied

" Wooseok. " He simply answered, paired with a shrug emoji.

" Great. Now lose it. "

" So you want me to keep the souvenir? "

" Do you want me to go pick it up? You can't stay away from me, can you? "

You chuckled after sending the last text, shaking your head in disbelief of him. His audacity always pushing you to the edge.

" You're the one offering tho. Who can't keep away?"

"I'm not the one sending pictures of underwear." You double texted, deciding that two could play his game "and I think these are proof enough that you are the one with attachment issues."

Along with the last message you sent a picture of your neck and cleavage, covered in purple spots from the times you've been with him, still visible though already fading.

" What about these? " He replied with a picture of him in front of the mirror, grey sweatpants hanging low from his hips, showing off the bruises you left on his naked torso.

You couldn't lie, you took pride in those.

" Alpha business " you punctuated ironically with the same shrug emoji he used before. " And you just want an excuse to show your body, that fuckboy act won't work on me. Good try, tho "

" You didn't seem to have a problem with that last time. "

Your only reply was only an eye-roll emoji

" As if you didn't like this "

The picture he sent this time was from his waist down, the outline of his semi-hard very noticeable through his pants, his hand wrapped around it with your panties intertwined in his finger.

You hated to admit that your whole body felt electrified with that image.

" Be careful with that, it's a matching set. " You tugged the collar of your shirt down, exposing the bra with the same lacy fabric as the panties, and snapped a picture to send.

" I think that would be a better view under me "

" Like you will ever get me under you again. "

Your free hand started unconsciously exploring your body, the light touch causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

And audio popped up on the conversation, and you took a deep breath before playing it

"I think that would be easier to get than you would like to admit" Changgu's deep voice echoed through the speakers, a little breathier than usual, and the wet sounds in the background explaining why.

" Do your worst, Wolfie. " You sent an audio back, dragging the words sensually.

You couldn't help yourself anymore, caving in to your instincts and allowing yourself to slide your hand under your panties, surprised to find out how wet you were.

" I bet you would give up that stupid alpha pride real quick once I got my hands on you "

You scoffed upon hearing his words.

" If I remember correctly you had no problem in putting your own pride aside and beg me to let you fuck me. " Your voice was shaky, a gasp escaping as you touched a particular spot " isn't that what you're doing again, Changgu? Just begging me to make you cum in your pants like a teenage boy. "

" And you left your underwear behind because you want to see me again, don't you? I'm just giving you what you want, y/n"

A moan roll out of your lips as you heard him saying your name, voice raspy, he clearly close to coming undone

" Not really. I was just in a rush after you ate me out desperately. But maybe you're the one that wants that to happen again. "

Your fingers circled your clit fast, getting you close to your own high, and you couldn't help but remember Changgu's when he's close as well, his firm touch on you always so certain and on the perfect spot, and your moans were coming out louder.

But you weren't going to let him get the upper hand on you. You opened your camera and filmed half of your face and down as you took a fingered coated in your juices and popped it into your mouth, tasting yourself and humming in satisfaction.

" You miss that? ' You said before stopping the recording, quickly sending it to him before he got the chance to reply to you.

You put your phone aside, focusing back on touching your now swollen bud, the pleasure building up more and more while the other hand squeezed your breast.

When your phone buzzed you saw that Changgu sent a video back.

The view was now his hand wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down with your underwear in between, his groans loud and constant, the camera carelessly shaking.

" Next time I'll have those pretty lips around my cock. Then we'll see how that smart mouth goes. Bet you'll have no words after I'm done with you."

The video continued as he pumped himself faster, groans getting more desperate, and finally he released himself, seed spilling all over his hand and your panties with gasps to top it off, making your core throb in pleasure. Before ending you could hear a flirty chuckle.

You watched the video again, this time chasing your own orgasm. You couldn't avoid moaning together, imagining what would be like to be there, actually having him following through with his words. You came undone intensity, burying your head in your pillow to muffle the screams you couldn't contain.

You finished yourself off and just stayed there for a second, laying down trying to calm your breath and processing everything that just happened, trying to figure out how the hell does he get under your skin so easily. So you finally sent him your last text.

" What makes you so sure that there will be a next time? "

Your text stayed unanswered, but you didn't give it much thought as your workload only increased by the end of the weekend. Finally, it was Saturday and you were about to meet Kino in this club he mentioned to you before.

"Hey, gorgeous" he approached you from behind, holding your waist and talking sultrily, close to your ear so it could be heard over the old music, making you shiver.

"Hey there," you turned around and kissed his cheek. "I got us drinks"

"You're an angel." he smiled.

He was dressed up in a button-up shirt with skinny jeans, looking absolutely stunning. Catching up with him was easy-going and fun, any tiredness and frustration were easily left behind.

"So, why are we sitting down and not dancing?" He finally asked.

"Lead the way" you conceded.

He grabbed your hand and guided you two confidently to the dance floor. When in place, he held your waist and you allowed him to guide your hips to move in sync with his as he watched you through hooded eyes.  It was a nice bubble to be there with him, flirty smiles shot back and forth. After a few songs and a couple of drinks you felt bold and pulled him closer, your lips grazing his, but not kissing just yet. He laughed softly, amused with you.

The playful mood took over you, and you teased him again with a kiss, but just about before it happened you turned around, focusing instead on grinding against him. He still kept the grip on you, only grabbing you harder and holding you closer.

"You're killing me" He whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickling your cheeks.

"I'm just having fun" you turned your face to talk to him, and he buried his head on your neck, planting a couple of kisses.

"I can think of something more fun than this." He nibbled your earlobe.

A mischievous grin grew on your lips. You held his hand and pulled him to a darker corner of the club, resting your back against the wall and finally pulling him closer to a much-anticipated kiss.

He kissed you hungrily, hums sending vibrations against your lips when you tugged his hair lightly. The trail of kisses he traced down your neck felt amazing and you started to think that, although going out was a good idea, you would rather be somewhere alone with him.

And then you shivered. A shiver that sent all your instincts on alert. You didn't have to open your eyes to know what that was about, the scent flooding your nostrils spoke for itself. Yet, you looked in the exact direction.

Changgu was there staring at you curiously, even though a girl was clearly throwing herself at him. When he saw that you noticed him, he smirked and pulled the girl into a kiss.

"What's wrong?" Kino asked, sensing something was wrong.

"Nothing, baby, don't worry" you redirect your focus to him, cupping his jaw and kissing him again, more dominantly this time.

You were positive about not letting Changgu ruin your night, he was already taking too much of your time and you didn’t want to waste more energy on him. And Kino was a great helper.  He started to press his whole body against yours, his hold on you good and strong, and he picked up on your newfound enthusiasm quickly, grinding on you unconsciously to the beat of the song.

He took you by surprise when he snaked his arms around your waist and made you switch positions.

“I know what you’re trying to do,”  he said, you two were so close together that you couldn’t look at him. Your whole body tensing, thinking that he would be mad for your schemes, but what he said next really caught you off guard “let’s do this, he deserves it”

He loosened his grip a little, enough for you to see the naughty smile he was shooting in Changgu’s direction before he kissed you with such intensity that got you yelping a little, his thigh now rubbing in between your legs when he used both hands to grab your ass.

That electrifying feeling ran through your body again, fully aware of every touch and sensation, and probably the alpha-beta connection along with the borderline voyeurism having something to do with that as well. You two started moving in sync, the way he stimulated you causing moans to escape through the kiss, and you tugged on his hair again, messing it up a little.

You let yourself be guided by him, enjoying the way he grabbed all over you like your bodies could be even closer than they already are, and suddenly everything was too hot to handle. You reached your hand in between you two and grabbed the bulge on his pants, getting a moan out of him.

“Fuck, princess, that’s so good” he said in between kisses, then pulled your hair to expose your neck for him “you’re putting such a great show.”

He attacked your neck, wet kisses sending pleasure shivers down your spine.

“Kino” you called.

“Hm?” he hummed, not stopping his action.

You pressed your hand harder, a hiss escaping his lips.

“I think I need more,” you said and he stopped to look at you. You approached to whisper “And I think you deserve a reward for being so good to me”

You held his wrist, gently motioning for him to let go of you. You looked at him, biting your lip, and grabbed his shirt to pull him along with you.

Strutting your way through the crowded place, you stole a glance of Changgu, who couldn’t take his eyes off of you since you first spotted him, and it was your turn to smirk at him before entering the men’s restroom and locking the door.

You backed Kino against the door and he compliantly followed your silent instructions. You kissed him, even hungrier this time, the room smelling like lust and pheromones driving you insane, your heat now screaming to get satisfied. Not breaking contact, you undid his belt and palmed Kino’s hard member. When he stopped to catch his breath you nibbled on his bottom lip, and his moan sent jolts of pleasure down to your core.

“I just love all your noises, you have no idea” you confessed.

You dropped to your knees and pulled his pants and underwear along the way. You jerked his dick and watched him throw his head in pleasure, moaning freely with every move of yours. You were now salivating and couldn’t wait anymore, and decisively liking along a prominent vein on his throbbing member, his noises getting louder at the same time. Then you took the tip in your mouth, sucking gently and swirling your tongue around it while still jerking him off.

He grabbed your hair, silently asking you to take more of him, and you were all about pleasuring him now. You put more in your mouth, letting it hit the back of your throat, and you felt Kino shaking under your touch.

“I’m not gonna last long, you do it so well.” he managed to say in between gasps.

You hummed in response and sped up your movements, but a loud bang on the door startled you both.

“You gotta finish fast, baby boy” you giggled and returned your focus on making him feel good.

You began to hum in pleasure, sending vibrations against his member and sucking it faster and deeper, digging your nails on his thigh with the hand that wasn’t jerking him.

“I’m gonna cum” he barely warned before he came into your mouth, and you had no problem swallowing it.

You barely had time to put yourselves back together, the banging on the door kept going insistently. When you went to unlock the door open, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a kiss, tasting himself on you.

He stepped back and didn’t stray his eyes from you while licking his lips, only then letting go of you.

You were not surprised when you found Changgu on the other side of the door, the scoff immediately coming out of you when he shamelessly eyed you up and down.

“I’m sorry, we were quite occupied” you said nonchalantly, smiling confidently at him.

“Oh don’t worry.” he stepped closer to say something just for you to hear “I’m sure it was hard for you to keep yourself together when you saw me after our little chat.”

You had no time to answer as he just walked past you. You rolled your eyes and followed your way out of the restroom.

“Can we finish this somewhere else?” Kino hugged you from behind and planted another open-mouth kiss on your neck.

“My house” you grinned.