#thank you so much everyone involved in this

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I just realized it’s been one year since I first watched and started reading Lackadaisy. What a year for me. This was the first Lackadaisy fanart I drew.

Tracy, as well as everyone else involved in the pilot/series production, fan art, fanfiction, discussion, and general Lackadaisy appreciation, thank you for this gift that I love so much 💛 it has made me so happy and I still love it as much as I did when I read it for the first time.

[imnotshua]

joke me something awful - jww

٠࣪⭑ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem reader ٠࣪⭑ summary: it's 2002 and you ask wonwoo to take you home. later, he wonders why you haven't been doing this the whole time. ٠࣪⭑ genre: childhood friends to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, college au ٠࣪⭑ rating: explicit. minors do not interact with me, i'll block you. ٠࣪⭑ warnings: swearing, drinking, undefined relationships. not really a situationship tho, it’s very much mutual pining. reader and wonwoo are just stupid regular people who say and do stupid things, it is intentional, please love them anyway. wonwoo is down bad i'm so sorry friends, he is just!!!!!! occasional use of pet names (baby & angel from wonwoo. darling/sweetheart from others), no use of y/n or other variations, porn with plot mostly, ambiguous ending (sorry my beloveds). wonwoo could do with some more confidence ig. a bitter ex (oc) is mentioned and important for the plot! mentions of previous hook ups between wonwoo and reader. toxicity from the ex, but i don’t particularly think reader and wonu are! they just :(((((( feel free to correct me tho. ٠࣪⭑ smut contents: gendered terms, kisses, fingering (pussy + mouths), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (it's 2002 college students were stupid then ok), dry humping lmao, cum eating, wonwoo on top, cum in pants, sloppy kinda, wet patches <3, soooo much hand holding, morning sex, neediness <333333, all in all they are quite soft and disgustingly into each other. if you think i've forgotten anything please let me know so i can fix my post! ٠࣪⭑ wc: 5.4k - complete ٠࣪⭑ a/n: i listened to fob's from under the cork tree on repeat for like 2 weeks straight and needed to do something with the feelings in my chest. this universe started in a different work that i'll post another time, this is the before. it is complete on its own, can be read without the others, but please note that future fics for this couple will be non-linear and feature different stages of their lives. the title comes from Fall Out Boys I've Got A Dark Alley–. Please consider listening to Air - Yeji, it's the feeling this couple gives me. ٠࣪⭑ thank yous: to my loves, @100vern and @starlightkyeom– thank you for putting up with my screaming over wonwoo, thank u for reading this over and telling me it wasn't gross. to jewel again, thank you for the banner. i appreciate u both so much. to everyone else, thank you for coming to my little corner, i hope you enjoy this one.

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2002

Wonwoo didn’t apply for the fellowship program, despite all your insistence that if you got in he’d be sure to, that he’s smarter than you’ll ever be. At the time he said it felt like too much work, but later he realised he couldn’t take the fear of rejection. This would’ve just been another failed start. Deep down he wondered if he’d even deserve it.

The celebratory dinner for new scholars is supposedly an elitist, snobby, and frankly, horrid affair so naturally you’re going. If only to foster those connections you’re making for your future career. Wonwoo turns his nose up but he agrees to be your date nonetheless. You don’t have to beg, just ask the question and say he wouldn’t embarrass you like the man you’ve been dating for four months, and that fills him with some strange sense of achievement. 

Of course, once that guy hears you’re taking Wonwoo instead of him, he dumps you without ceremony. And now Wonwoo sits on your bed in a rented suit far too expensive for him to feel entirely comfortable in, watching your reflection choose which earrings to wear, and he wonders if you’re even bothered. He doesn’t know how to talk to you about this. Partners are off limits, usually, but since he had some involvement in the break up, in some roundabout way, he thinks maybe he should at least check. He wets his lips.

“How are you feeling?” he asks. “Since Hongseok?”

You meet his eyes in the mirror. “Fine,” you say. “I don’t think it was going anywhere. He wanted something more traditional. I started to get the impression he was setting up to cheat on me, actually.”

Wonwoo is unsurprised, sounds like you are too. “You’re better off without him,” he says, picking at bits of fluff from your blanket clinging to his trousers. It’s one his mother knitted for your sixteenth birthday. “You’ll meet someone new in no time.”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” you start. “I think I’ll stay single for a while.” 

Wonwoo lifts his eyebrows in surprise and you catch him in the mirror. With a laugh you say, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’ve been a serial dater since we moved to this city and you’re stopping now?” Wonwoo’s lips twist into a grin. Teasing is easier than edging too close to real. “Just when you’ve hit your prime?”

You scoff. “Rude. I’ll hit my prime in my thirties. Just watch.”

Wonwoo watches as you apply your usual lipstick and thinks about the time you didn’t wear any. You were just kids but it didn’t seem so long ago. You’re almost the same. Eighteen years of your starkly different lives intertwined and somehow still as close as you ever were. Still the sharpest person he’s ever known, still the sweetest if only in private. Still his parents' favourite person, still his. (His stomach twists). 

You’re giving yourself a final appraisal in the mirror before turning to Wonwoo and asking how you look. 

“Good,” he says, with a nod. Breathtaking, really. “Pretty.” 

“Thanks,” you say, smiling relieved, moving to sit next to him on the bed and linking his arm. “We scrub up well, don’t we?”

“Mm,” he agrees, following your gaze into the mirror, pinpricks creeping over his skin. You look like you’re together, he thinks, as he notices you’ve chosen earrings that go with his tie. Anyone could make that assumption. 

“You look sad, Wonwoo,” you say, quiet and soft. “Are you sad?”

“No,” he says, throat tight and feeling like his back is pressed against the wall. “What would I have to be sad about?” He lets you slip your hand into his, lets you lean your head on his shoulder for a moment, because this is how you make him feel better. Because you know that he can’t be pushed to talk about things he hardly understands. Barely a minute goes by before he sucks in a breath and says, “Shall I call us a taxi?” 

“Sure, number’s in the book next to the telephone,” you say. “Want a drink? I need one for this.”

“Water for me, someone’s got to get you home.”

“Aw, come on. Don’t make me drink alone.” You laugh when Wonwoo rolls his eyes. “I’ll be on my best behaviour, I promise. My reputation’s on the line.”

“One beer,” he offers. You pout and he can’t stop his smile.

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It went like this:

Both of you had no less than three drinks before the taxi showed up.

Your peers kept thinking that he was your “elusive boyfriend” and upon correction that he was ‘just Wonwoo’ their eyes lit up and exclaimed “oh we’ve heard so much about you!” 

The way he blushed made you want to kiss him silly (you had another drink instead).

Drink five? Four? Everyone here is obliterated, no one notices you and Wonwoo readying to leave.

He looks so pretty like this, tie undone, glasses slipping down his nose, pulling off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders, watching your lips as you talk.

The taxi you pre booked won’t be here for another ten minutes but the room was so stuffy (in both the literal and figurative sense) that as soon as you tell Wonwoo you need to get out of there, he’s nodding and pulling you out into the street. It’s so busy– of course, it’s OT week– that you struggle to find a spot where you won’t be bumped into for a while, eventually settling against the wall of the building opposite, in good view of the road. The noise around you is hectic, and you’re desperate for something less bothersome. Wonwoo looks drunk, looks fucked out. Cheeks flushed and lips parted. Eyes closed, he tips his head back against the brick and exposes the column of his throat. Pretty.

“Hey,” you say, slipping your arms around his waist. “Thanks for coming with me.”

Wonwoo hums. “Yeah, ‘course.” A pause– he wraps his arms around your shoulders. He’s so heavy but you like how it feels. “Anything for you.”

There’s a saccharine sweetness stirring in your stomach. You ask him to tell you the story of Baucis and Philemon again, press your body against his and hope he can still read you like he used to. It’s been years. Maybe he won’t want to.

“Why do you like that one so much?” he asks. You take in the smell of his soap. You know you shouldn’t want to go down this road again. “It’s hardly even a love story.”

“They’re the ultimate love story,” you insist, looking up at your friend to find him already watching you. “They’re precious to each other. I want that kind of love.”

It’s more than that. Baucis and Philemon have a timeless love. Their lightness oozes out of them, their love is both infectious and tender. So devoted they choose to die together. Never without the other even after they’re gone– turned to trees, and their branches and roots weave together so tightly that you can’t tell where either one of them starts and they stay like that, as relics of a lost ancient world. 

There is something ancient about Wonwoo, too. For as long as you can remember he has been older than his years, telling stories of places long buried, of deities forgotten about. You think maybe he was meant for then and not now, the cusp of the twenty-first century. He keeps echoes within him. Carries heavy stones to turn over in his hands and spend time memorising the marks. He is deliberate in the way he moves, no ill-perceived rush, and Wonwoo’s silence carries more weight than his words. 

So when his eyes flicker to your lips again, and he still doesn’t move, you know it’s on you. You know you’re going to have to be the one to shift the sands, change the direction of the tide. You’ve been lovers before. Neither of you have ever said never. 

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He’d been thinking about it all night but you were the one to press your lips against the corner of his mouth, eyes on his and holding the proximity. Are you thinking about it like he is? Is your heart thrumming in your chest like his? 

“I can feel you thinking.” 

“Uh huh.” His mouth goes dry. He can’t kiss you with a sandpaper tongue. 

You run a finger between two buttons on his shirt, eyes up, watching his reaction. “Can I stay at your place tonight? Hansol’s at his parents' house this weekend, right?” 

Wonwoo’s mind goes blank and he can feel the pink creep over his cheeks. “Did you squeeze your Pompompurin pyjamas in that little bag?”

Your lips twitch in an almost smile, lean in to ghost a kiss against his bottom lip. Wait to see if he pulls back– he doesn’t. His hands just slip down your back, touching the skin under the strap of your dress. Didn’t imagine when he helped you zip up earlier that he’d be the one invited to pull it off you. Has he hidden his desire so poorly? “Do you wanna fuck me in those pyjamas, Wonwoo?”

The street noise is drowned out when you kiss him properly, and it’s embarrassing the way he’s breathless, gripping at your waist and pulling your body closer. Humiliating that this is in full view of strangers, doesn’t want them to see how you lick into his mouth, doesn’t want them to hear your sharp gasp as his teeth drag over your bottom lip. He spins you on the spot, crowds you against the brick and blocks out the world with his shoulders. You pull on a button and slip your hand through the gap. The touch burns. Your kisses are suffocating, loves the way you smile into it, the way you make him chase your lips, run your fingers along the waistband of his trousers an– fuck– he’s gonna get hard in the middle of the street. 

Desperate, he pulls off you and whips his head around to look for the taxi, you’re already complaining. “Not here–,” he says, words rasped, catching in his throat. He can see the taxi rounding the corner, and in a beat he’s pushing off the wall and dragging you toward it by the hand. 

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He doesn’t touch you in the taxi. Hopes you know it’s not because he didn’t want to, he just doesn’t want to lose himself. His fingers flex eager on the leather seats, wanting something he won’t take. As the driver fiddles with the radio, you lean over to lay your hand across his, to whisper in his ear, “do you still lick your fingers after you’ve made someone come on them?” Wonwoo doesn’t answer, but he can feel the way you watch him swallow– thick– and stare hard out the window at the passing lights. He never did that with anyone but you.

Now you’re paying for it. He’s more confident in the privacy of his bedroom, in the dark. Cages you in his bed, doesn’t bother to turn on the lights before smothering you with his body. Your mouth on his– wet, and eager, and bruising. His hands move to your face, in your hair, angling your head to give his lips access to the tender spot behind your ear. He’s got your dress bunched up around your waist. Takes up all the space between your legs, still too much fabric separating you. One of Wonwoo’s hands cast over the swell of your breast, his thumb tracing circles over your nipple through the thin fabric. You melt into the touch, rolling your hips against him, he sighs into your skin. “Can feel how hard you are,” you gasp, hands pulling at his hair. Makes his skin electric. 

He moves faster, desperate, and you trap his body between your legs, angle your hips so his cock can rub against your clothed cunt just right. “Gonna ruin your trousers,” you whisper. Yeah yeah yeah, fuck it, he’ll pay for dry cleaning for once. The warmth, the wet, seeping through makes him insane. Needs it more than ever, needs you just like this, breath ragged and pupils blown. Needs you needing him so bad you can’t even get out of your clothes before you come. Needs you whining, needs you telling him how badly you want it. Won’t ask for anything, but you know what he likes. It’s always been easy with you. 

“Feels good,” you say. Wonwoo nods into your neck, the pressure building so fast it’s blinding. Hips thrusting rough, rutting like an animal against your clit, desperate for you to get off before he falls apart but he’s so cl–”Missed you so much, Wonwoo.”

“Ah, fu- fuck–” You’re sucking a mark into his neck and Wonwoo can’t stop. Comes hard, breath catching and his rhythm is all fucked up, so fucking embarrased that he couldn’t draw this out. You’re talking him through it– sounds like heaven whispering how good he is, how good this feels, how you love how he sounds when he forgets himself. Didn’t realise he was groaning. A mess of a person reflected in the cum staining through the fabric of this horribly expensive rental. 

Shit.

Needs to get out of this fucking suit. Needs to press his face into your cunt. Wants to ruin you for everyone else. Four years– you wasted four years with other people when you could’ve been doing this. Pushes away thoughts of you being someone else's not even a week ago. Some sick, possessive slice of him wants to reclaim you, mark you up and present you as his to the world. Wants to take the cum in his underwear and push it into your body. Look, see, she’s mine mine mine. Wonwoo’s chest aches.

Your clothes shed in silence. You lay him back against the pillows, kneeling next to him with spread legs, he loves when you let him see. You take one of his hands in yours and work circles into his palm as you pull two of his fingers into your mouth. Get them slick with spit, work your tongue over the tips of his fingers. He can hardly breathe watching you manoeuvre his hand down your body against your cunt, using him like a toy, until his remaining brain cells start to work and he takes over the movement. He’s half hard again already. 

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he rasps. Crooks his fingers and you whine. Wants to eat the sounds spilling from your lips. Needs to do something with his mouth so he doesn’t say something stupid. “Sit on my face?” he asks, obvious urgency in his voice. 

“N-no, like this first,” you say, almost like you’re begging. “Missed your hands so much.”

You look at him through hazy eyes as he works you quickly to the edge, pulling whimpers from your throat every time he plays with your clit. Feels you get impossibly wet when he slips his fingers in deep and moans unashamed along with you. You buck into his palm, head tipping forward to watch his soaked long fingers fucking into you agonisingly slow. Your breath stutters in your throat as he uses his other hand to tease your skin, trailing gently over the meat of your thigh, your ribs, cupping your breast and then dragging you over him to take a nipple in his mouth. Flicks his wet tongue over until it pebbles between his teeth, and you gasp. 

“M’close already,” you whisper. “Gonna come, Wonwoo.” He ruts his hard cock into the air, chasing heat that isn’t there. Fucking loser. You don’t even notice with the way he’s got your breaths coming in fragments. You come undone like lightning, cunt soaking and pulsing around his fingers, your body collapses on top of him, your forehead pressed into his chest. Wonwoo wants a taste but wants to work you through the aftershocks first. He teases slow circles over your clit until you fall apart with a sob, and have to drag his hand out from between your legs.

He waits until you sag to your side– catches sight of your cheeks, flushed and sweat sticking to your skin, your pupils blown out and breathing shallow, more beautiful than he’s ever seen you– before he brings his fingers to his mouth to taste you on them. 

“You’re indecent,” you laugh in disbelief. He almost feels gross until you’re babbling about how hot he is. How he makes you insane. You laugh again when he rolls you onto your back and settles between your legs. It’s been so long he needs to do this right. Starts by pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, ghosts more over your centre, waits for the sound of your gentle sigh before laving a thick stripe over you. Knows just the way to make you molten. He laps at your core until you’re almost sobbing. You jolt whenever his nose slips over your clit, and you’re begging for him to stop the tease. He’ll never deny you what you want. His tongue flicks fast over your clit, his face wet with you now. His moans sound muffled against your cunt when his name falls from your lips in staccato breaths. 

Things have hardly changed. Four years and now, it’s just the fucking same. Your fingers still find purchase in his hair the same way. Mouths at your inner thighs to give your cunt a break. Shit, you’re so hot. You’re clenching around fucking nothing. Pulls the skin between his teeth and you’re writhing, trying to get his tongue back where you need it. Love when you get desperate like this. 

Your nails drag over the nape of his neck and he’s close to losing control– fucks his cock against the mattress and almost cries at the pressure. You grind against his face, Wonwoo knows you’re close. Blacks out as he eats you like he’s been starving, his face so slick with spit and you it drips down his chin to the sheets. Doesn’t dare stop to breathe as he feels your legs begin to shudder over his shoulders. He watches the way you look down at him, brows pinched pleasure, waits for your lips to fall apart with a broken sob before licking into you so deep. He can’t tell who comes first, can’t tell who the enormous wet patch on the mattress belongs to, doesn’t fucking care, just wants to keep you. 

He moves over you when you’re done, pressing chaste kisses to the corner of your mouth, to your cheeks, to your temple, before you’re giggling and pulling his body next to yours. 

“Shift over,” he says, tapping at your hip. “Don’t wanna sleep in the wet patch.”

“Did you come again?” you ask, moving to the side to give him space.

Wonwoo nods, cheeks instantly flushing with heat. But there’s no need for embarrassment because you’re sucking in a breath. Seriously, you say “You have no idea how much I like that.”

He doesn’t reply, just fits his body against yours and presses a kiss to your shoulder. Lets your words wash over him. Sleep comes for him quicker than he wants it, but not before he slides his hand into yours, not before telling you he missed you too. 

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Mascara stains Wonwoo’s pillowcase but right now he doesn’t care. It’s still too early, still dark outside, but this room is hot, his breath is hot, your leg thrown over his waist is hot, and he’s considering just how monumental this is. It’s been almost four years since you touched him like this. In school it started with a ‘one kiss won’t ruin us’ and ended just before university with a ‘are we still friends?’ Way back then you both swore blind that you could just go back to your regular scheduled programming and nothing had to change. An agreement that those brief months you had (not quite) together in high school were just two best friends helping each other out. A mutual understanding that the love you share is completely and utterly platonic, and platonic friends can totally kiss/touch/fuck for a few months without it ruining something more special than sex. Except he didn’t really mean it. The trouble was that Wonwoo knew even then that he wanted something all consuming. Felt it with you. Wasn’t sure if you wanted the same.

Wonwoo is absolutely not spiralling. 

You’re still sound asleep (always are after nights like the last), and his arm is trapped. Back then he’d use this time to bask in you. With you wrapped up in him it was easy to feel like you were completely his. He used to feel like he could do anything to you, and you’d let him. You’d want it, even. Didn’t actually want to take you over but knowing that he could– the intensity of that scared him. Now that feeling doesn’t come, maybe because you’ve had the separation of time and different lovers, he doesn’t know really. He still doesn’t understand what happened before university. Doesn’t get why you stopped coming over when he was so close to unbottling the feelings in his chest. Just knows that the conversation took him by surprise even after a week of distance. Just knows how his chest ached even as he agreed that it’d be sensible to put it all to bed before leaving your sleepy town for the big city. Knows how his gut twisted sharp when you said that just because you were going together didn’t mean you should go together. Maybe he should’ve protested then, showed you how much he needed you. Impossibilities stretch out before him– if it went that way, last night wouldn’t have happened, he wouldn’t be tracing tiny figures of eight on the small of your back right now. If you’d been together then, young and stupid, would you have stood the test of time?

You stir, half roused, and Wonwoo swallows the lump in his throat, choosing to be grateful for the now. He pulls your waist closer, runs his hand under your thigh to gently adjust the weight. Your eyes are still closed but you make a soft sound of surprise. 

“What time is it?” you ask, voice thick with sleep.

“Too early,” he whispers back. “Go back to sleep.” 

“I was dreaming,” you murmur. 

“What about?” 

Your smile is lazy against his skin. “Can’t tell you,” you say. “You’d run away.”

Wonwoo thinks hard about this. “I don’t run away,” he says, quiet and serious. 

You blink open soft eyes to look at him, and Wonwoo feels too much. “Your face is all frozen, Wonwoo,” you say, gentle. “Are you okay?”

“Kiss me. Wish me good morning.” Wonwoo’s voice comes out with more edge than he intends. Doesn’t sound like his own. Feels cheap, something sleazy. Feels tragically guilty about it until he sees the look on your face. Like you want to eat him.

Your gaze is dark when you lock eyes with him. Push up with your hands, straddling his hips, his cock against your rear. You take his hands, larger than yours, place them on your ribcage, push them down down down, making goosebumps pebble along in his wake, until he’s using his thumbs to spread you apart. A little wet already, leaves a slick mark on his skin. He sighs at the sight of it. Your breath comes harder when he plays with your clit. You lean over, say– “Good morning, Wonwoo.” Press a delicate kiss to his top lip. “You’re gonna come inside me this time, okay?”

Wonwoo isn’t religious, but he feels like angels made you for him. Tells you so, and you gasp against his mouth. The way you kiss him this time is anything but angelic. Wet. Messy. Sharp teeth leaving imprints on his lips. It hurts. Nice in a way it shouldn’t be. A relief– the way the hurt makes his mind stop. You roll your hips against him and he makes a desperate sort of noise. Keeps his eyes focused on his fingers drawing circles on your clit. Your hands reach behind you to stroke his hardening cock and he arches into your touch. “Needy,” you chastise. Wonwoo nods. 

Doesn’t want it like this. Wants you under him, wants to fuck you slow. Tells you so, the words come anguished, almost– and you nod dumbly. You don’t drag out the build up. Lay on your back, open your legs for him, spread them wide and line his cock up with your wet heat so quick he doesn’t have time to overthink. He makes a strangled sound when he pushes inside. The slide is agonisingly slow. He’s being so careful, as if you’d crack like china - fragile beneath him. You clench around his cock, thick and scalding- God, it’s sweet torture. Wants more of it. 

You pull, desperate, at his waist, rolling your hips against him but he’s pulling out. This time he just slides the head in, hisses, teases, and back out. He does it again, and again, doesn’t know who this teasing is for. He’s licking into your mouth, pressing hungry kisses on your open lips, eating up all your noises, your whines, your soft moans. Things are still the same. He likes going so so deep into you, bottoming out and grinding his skin against your clit, likes when your moan comes muffled in his open wet mouth. It’s the same. Likes when your hands find purchase in the sheets, fist them in desperation, likes when you feel it’s not enough so you grab at his, intertwine your fingers and let him fuck you like this. Like you’re in love. It’s still the same.

“How do you feel, angel?” 

“Uh–” A pause to suck in a fractured breath.

“Tell me how you feel,” he says. Almost begging. Would be mortifying if he whispered that against anyone else’s cheek. Can feel the wetness there too. 

“Homesick,” you gasp. “I feel homesick.”

He fucks you harder then, driving into you so deep he could be part of you. Melt in, blend together, blur the lines, weave the fucking branches. You’re full of spells, he thinks. Made of magic. Doesn’t realise until after that he’s said it aloud. Wet starshine eyes on his as you come apart, pussy pulsing around his cock, impossibly wet, telling him come with me baby, babbling nonsense about how you want it inside, how you need it so bad, how he makes you feel so good. 

Wonwoo really looks at you before he comes. Takes a moment to commit your face to memory. Any time could be the last and he needs this– needs you– to stay with him. Doesn’t know if he’ll ever be the same. 

“Like that, Wonwoo” you’re saying, all breathy and high-pitched as he spills into you with a choked whine. “Like when you–” Cum slips out around his cock and he gathers it up on his fingers. Pushes them into your mouth to stop you talking. Can’t bear it. Can’t bear the way your pupils blow out and you lick the cum from his fingers. Can’t stand how his name sounds in your mouth, sweeter, more precious, because there’s something like love coating it. God, he wants to be yours. 

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Wonwoo likes your apartment better. Likes the way your sheets start to smell like him too. You’ve always carved out space for him but this time it’s deeper. Likes showering with you here, not to fuck, just to wash away the mess you make of each other. Likes holding you in his arms under the stream, running the lather across your skin, loving kisses pressed against your forehead. Lately he stays here more often than he goes home.

You haven’t said the words yet, neither has he. Doesn’t want to push too much too soon. 

It’s just after nine on Sunday morning, and you’re out of– well, pretty much everything. He offers to go but you insist he stays in bed, hair messed up, sheets pooling in his bare lap, glasses slipping down his nose while he rereads Kafka on the Shore. “Stay just like that,” you say it like a demand, but you’re smiling, pulling a scarf around your neck to run down the street to the shop, maybe stop at the deli for breakfast. “Back in a bit, don’t move an inch.”

A few minutes go by when the shrill of the telephone in the living room punctuates the silence. Wonwoo doesn’t get up to answer, it’d be improper, what if it was your mother? So he lets it ring through to answerphone, and when it clicks on it takes him a moment to recognise the voice calling your name. 

“Are you there? Pick up, darling, pick up.” Wonwoo knows Hongseok has been trying to get back together with you. You’d mentioned it a few weeks ago, how he’d sent flowers. You don’t even like roses.

“I saw you by the river yesterday,” he says. Wonwoo looks up, stares at the wall. You’d insisted on getting out of the apartment, pulled your bodies from soft sheets and into soft sweaters, and Wonwoo only complained a little bit. In truth he loved walking with you. That he can hold your hand in public and no one bats an eye. Loves that you can be his here, that you claim him too. “You’re with him now? How long, darling? Does he fuck you like I do? ” 

Wonwoo scoffs. Hongseok is just jealous. Wonwoo gets it. He does. Even if he’d never dream of saying it.

Hongseok’s voice turns nasty now. “Do you think he’ll stay this time? Does he know you’ve been in love with him this whole time? Everyone else knows. He won’t love you properly, you know. He’s just using you like last time, is he still keeping you a secret? You don’t deserve that, darling. You don’t deserve to be hidden–”

 Is that what you thought? That he hid you? Bile swirls in Wonwoo’s stomach. Does he do that? Did he hurt you?

“–he’s just gonna fuck you up again and you’re gonna be miserable. But he won’t let you be happy with anyone, will he? Selfish fucking prick, he’s so cruel to you. You don’t see it, do you? It’s pathetic how fucking dumb you are for him–”

Wonwoo didn’t think he was cruel. There is spit pooling in his mouth, his stomach churns. Is he cruel to you?

The line clicks off as Hongseok spits out every name under the sun, but Wonwoo doesn’t hear the rest as he retches into your bathroom sink. 

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Forty minutes later, you’re calling out to Wonwoo that you’re home as you kick off your shoes. “I got us bagels, do you want the salmon cream cheese or the egg and ba- oh! You’re up.”

Wonwoo sits on your sofa in soft sweats and a baggy white t-shirt. His skin and hair are damp from the shower. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot. “You okay?” you ask, tentatively. 

“Hmm,” he says. “Didn’t feel too good earlier.”

“Poor you,” you say. “Will breakfast make you feel better?”

“No, sorry,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically stiff. “I think I should head home. Don’t wanna give you a bug.”

You laugh softly, unpacking the groceries from the bags. “You spat in my mouth last night, if you’ve got something then I’ll have it in no time,” you say. “C’mon, stay. I’ll look after you. I’ll make soup.”

But Wonwoo is already standing, pulls a little money from his wallet and leaves it on the table. “What’s that for?”

“Breakfast,” he says. “Feel bad you bought all this and I need to go.”

You frown. “Stop being strange, I don’t care about the food, just get the next one.”

Wonwoo sighs. He’s annoyed, you realise. This is weird.

In the end you let him leave without drama, but not without a kiss to his cheek. He leans into it a little longer than usual. Closes his eyes as he hugs you goodbye. 

You eat breakfast alone. TV on, sound off, wondering what the fuck even happened before you notice the light of your answerphone flickering. 

New message, left 09:21: 

Hi Sweetheart! It’s your aunt’s birthday next week, just calling to remind you to send a card. Call me back, okay, love you, bye!

End of messages.

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sorry about the ending there :( if it helps, it does get better for them. thank you so much for reading! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging so my fic can get seen outside my own little space <3 i love seeing your feedback. if you'd prefer to scream at me directly, feel free to send me a message <3 ily, goodnight!

[twistedpink]

I have like an unusual amount of dad!asks in my inbox rn, and they’re all sauve/responsible types, but what about your goofy guys? The ones that complain about “the ol’ ball n chain” at work only hours before worshipping you with a level of husbandry that can only be taught through backbreaking cuddle deprivation?? IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM SHUT UP (reader is implied afab- talk of “your” kids. Maybe he gets pregnant idk)

Husband!Ace HATES doing dishes with every fiber of his being, but he also likes getting fed.. Decisions, decisions,, Very into the “good cop/bad cop” routine. He’s good cop, obviously, but he sucks up after every tantrum you handle with the same puppy eyes he shares with your runt. It’s especially effective after he cuts out alcohol for fear of your kiddie getting high off of more than just life, and he gets hottttttttttt,,, Totally a neighborhood dilf- You’re guarding him like a particularly sexy discount, and he loves it <3 If you have more than one kid he makes a joke of “running out of options”. Naturally, he names the kid after Riddle for the bit. It backfires so completely that everyone’s calling him some kind of angel, and Riddle 1.0 contributes to the fucking college fund. His life couldn’t be worse if he tried.. At least his spouse’s still hot <3

Husband!Ruggie in two words. Grill. dad. And he looks good doing it! He’s literally living the dream,, Stable job, loving marriage, and just enough kids to keep him busy well enough into retirement- If you’re looking for anything productive being done on the weekend, you won’t find it at the Bucchi house. He’s done his time, but he’s always excited to ignore work emails! The fridge is fully stocked, and at your insistence he’s way too involved in HOA politics. The two of you are also totally couple goals- All your friends can agree the Bucchi’s are the people to call for birthdays. The only issue your kids ever have are overeating and toy theft.. Wonder where they got that from? (DAD BOD RUGGIE DAD BOD RUGGIE UGHHHHH)

Husband!Floyd’s just thankful you didn’t accept his proposal in Highschool,, He can admit he wouldn’t have been a good partner then, and that’s okay, because he makes up for it now. He works remote, always snacking and in range of his shrimpy for bad days- Plenty of cuddling, and so much clinging it’s rare to see either of you alone in public. He immediately attaches to your kids the same way- always sleeping in their rooms and kissing on their baby faces,, despite how hard he worked to get the big family he’s wanted, I imagine you probably had to go through IVF or surrogacy for any success on account of biological differences. This really shows in their childhood before it’s safe to take any transformation potions,, It’s torture to just observe the baby from outside their aquarium, but Floyd’s present enough for two until they’re old enough for a whole new world <3

¡Bonus!

Husband!Epel’s the only teenage dad on the list, and you guys got hitched QUICK after meemaw chewed him out for reckless sex- Even if it got her the perfect in-law. Gets all muscular after college, and keeps you whipped with those hip muscles that make a V. Ends up having more little girls than he knows what to do with. They all play winter sports at their dad’s behest, and he damn near shoots any boyfriends on the property. 7/10

Husband!Idia gets to live the housewife dream- Gaming pc next to your work computer, and a full 30 minutes of blissful silence when your little power naps after hours of Daddy plays! and Freakin’ bots!!,, He had to quit swearing when the baby started mumbling less than pg first words, but they fist bump when kiddie can avoid getting grounded by “the final boss”- So all thing’s considered, your player 3’s not so bad after all. (He’s still mourning the loss of his limited edition “Magic Rumimi- Sakura dreamscape” figurine, but give him a couple years and it’ll blow over.) 8/10

Husband!Lilia’s never been able to get this vulnerable with anyone. EVER. He’s working on it with his own kids, but it’s much harder to communicate with a toddler, especially when half-fae aging is SO sporadic. They’ll both have to watch you age, but your light never dims, and he’s getting all the pictures he can! Your baby/ies grow up in a home so full of love it’s embarrassing, and there’s always memories to look back on fondly of time well spent <3 10/10

@bju3c0re @kyokills @rinship

[joeyfranchise]

love is the tuesdays

joe burrow x fem!reader

summary: joe asks your dad for his blessing to marry you, and then he reflects on what love really feels like.

warnings: it’s all fluff 🥺 but mdni with my page, thanks!!

word count: 1.4k.

note: i listened to tuesdays by jake scott and i was immediately inspired to write this. the song has such beautiful storytelling and it just reminded me of joe, so i needed to write it for you all to read. italicized bits are lyrics from the song.

this summer would make two years since you and joe became a couple. 

you met him through your job, a small non-profit in cincinnati, where you occasionally took trips to paycor stadium to oversee events that involved the bengals organization and their players. 

he was quiet at first, but always polite. he had the kind of smile that could light up a room, the kind that would knock the wind right out of you. he thought the same thing about you. 

he was enamored with you almost immediately, the grace with which you handled yourself and the way you spoke so softly, the way you made everyone you talked to feel important. he always enjoyed the days he’d get to see you around the stadium, your presence became somewhat of a comfort for him, even though he barely knew you. 

when he finally worked up the courage to ask you out, you accepted immediately, harboring a little crush on him yourself. you loved his laugh, when you’d see him goof off with his friends… in your eyes he was perfect, and he felt the same about you.

the rest was history.

since the first date you’d become inseparable, soaking up all the sweet moments you’d get with each other and falling deeper and deeper in love. that led joe to this moment. 

you’d left for a business trip a few states over to help with a fundraiser, promising joe you’d be back in a few days time. he dropped you off at the airport with a sweet kiss and a light tap on the ass, which you scolded him for while simultaneously laughing. 

once you were gone he went home, grabbed up his things, and drove to your hometown with the intention of talking to your parents, specifically your father. 

joe had everything already planned, but he needed your dad’s blessing. he wanted to propose to you on the anniversary of your first date. he brought the ring with him as well, hoping your mother could give him a bit of insight on it. 

when he arrived your parents were shocked, but he pleaded with them not to tell you he’d come by and that he planned on staying for a night. 

“what brings you by, son?” your father had asked, raising an eyebrow at joe suspiciously. “not that we mind, of course,” your mom added, “just a bit unexpected.” 

“well, sir,” joe began, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke, “i was hoping you and i could talk about something… maybe privately. sorry mrs. y/l/n.” 

your father agreed, wrapping an arm around joe’s shoulder and leading him outside. your mother didn’t mind. she’d tell them later she knew all along, something to do with a mother’s intuition. 

joe and your father sat down together on the porch swing, and your father kicked his legs out to set it into motion. “so, are you gonna ask for my blessing?” your father questioned, a knowing smile spread across his face. 

joe was taken aback by the question, but he only let his confidence falter for a moment. “yes sir, that’s why i came here. i love your daughter so much and i want to marry her, and i know it means a lot to her to do things traditionally. so i’ve come to ask for your blessing and for whatever advice you can give me.” 

“it’s been twenty seven years since i married her mother,” your dad started, leaning toward joe a bit, “and i wouldn’t change a single thing. what i’ll tell you is this… love is the tuesdays.” 

joe looked perplexed by your father’s admission, simply asking him “what do you mean?” 

your dad smiled again, resting a calm hand on joe’s shoulder. “what i mean is, it’s not always picture perfect dancing in a white dress. it’s not just rainy days when nothing stops the fighting. it’s not just highs and lows. it’s everything and all that in between. love is the tuesdays. if you want my blessing, kid, you’ve got it. but you had better treat my girl right.” 

joe extended a hand for your father to shake, which he did with a firm grip. “i promise i’ll treat her right,” joe assured, “i love her more than anything.” 

“i know you do. she feels the same about you,” your dad said, before hopping off the swing and heading inside. joe came in a few minutes later and spent the rest of the evening just going over his plan to propose to you, where he’d do it and how. 

your mother teared up at the amount of thought joe had put into this, he knew how sentimental you were and he wanted every detail to be absolutely perfect. he admitted he didn’t care much for tradition, he’d marry you at the courthouse if it meant you’d be his forever, but he knew what it meant to you. that’s why he took the time meticulously curating every detail, and he knew it’d bring a smile to your face. 

your parents enjoyed talking with him, but eventually they went off to bed, bidding him a good night. joe headed off to your childhood bedroom to get settled in for the night, hoping he’d be able to talk to you for a bit before he went to sleep.

the two of you got a few texts in, followed by matching ‘i love you, goodnight’ messages, and then joe locked and plugged in his phone before rolling to his side and closing his eyes, hoping sleep would find him. 

as he tried to relax, your father’s words replayed in his mind. love is the tuesdays. 

joe thought for a moment about what that meant. and what your love meant to him, what your relationship did for him. he realized that your love is breakfast thrown together, or sleeping in his high school sweater. 

he always enjoyed those perfect, comfortable mornings when you didn’t have anywhere to be. you’d make your coffee and sit by the window, staring out at the view as you sipped the warm liquid, often with a book in your hands. you loved wearing his clothes, especially to sleep, and joe thought you were the most beautiful in those soft sweet moments. the way your hair cascaded down around your shoulders, your eyes still puffy from sleep. the way he could see you physically relax as soon as you took a sip of your coffee, your comfort in a cup.

when you’d finish you’d take it to the sink and start on breakfast, whatever he wanted for the day, and you’d eat together as you planned out the rest of your day, and even sometimes your week. 

joe realized that love was the season three you’re watching, a little bit of evening walking, and sitting with your best friend talking.

he enjoyed watching any show with you, he loved your reactions and your sensitivity, how you were prone to cry at any given moment. 

he loved going for quiet walks after dinner at night, given you both had the free time. the crickets would chirp around you as you walked hand in hand, sometimes stopping to twirl in the street. 

he loved seeing you sit and talk with your best friends, how your smile would spread across your face as they made you laugh. love was sitting with his best friend, too.

ja’marr had told him many times, “you’re different around her, burrow. light. i like that.” 

joe liked it too. he knew troubles would come, and that it wouldn’t always be easy, but he wanted every moment with you. in sickness and in health, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer. 

your fathers words echoed in his head again. “you’ve got my blessing… but love is the tuesdays.” 

he finally fell asleep, and when he woke the next morning he had a small breakfast with your parents before grabbing his things and heading out, back home to cincinnati. he knew he needed to grab you from the airport the next day, and he wanted to be able to relax his nerves a bit before doing so. 

he made it home safely, and the next day he greeted you at the airport with a bouquet of pink roses, one of your favorite flowers. “how’s my girl?” he asked you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

“i’m great, the fundraiser went super well. how are you? did you get up to anything?” you asked, leaning into his side. a mischievous smirk spread across his face. “nah, i didn’t get up to anything. i’m just peachy!” he said. 

“alright, you’re being weird,” you said, eyeing him suspiciously. “what’s gotten into you? you’re creeping me out!” you laughed. “nothing, nothing. i’m just excited,” he admitted, pulling you back into him. 

“for what?” you prodded, expecting answers. 

you didn’t even know the half of what was coming. 

photos and dividers are not mine. all cred to owners.

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[joffyworld]

Happy Joffy Day!

Today marks a day of tremendous change here at JoffyWorld! To start, it's my birthday! I am officially 21, which is apparently a milestone to most people? Weird!

As a celebration, I've got a few things lined up for you all! First and foremost, I will be launching 4, that's right 4, new blogs each with a distinct theme or purpose! I also have what I have coined a "Wall of Mutual Appreciation" which you'll see later in the day, as well as a competition to announce with (albeit sort of small) cash prizes!

So, read on if you're interested!

The New Blogs:

@joffykingdom

This blog exists specifically to house my personal writing! This is where my poems and anthologies (other than my COTL au, more on that later) will be kept from now on! I've realised my poetry has always kind of gotten buried under stuff. Hopefully, this will remedy that! So, if you like my more personal poems, head on over!

@joffycourt

This is the blog I'm most excited about! This is a group project I've been working on for a while with some friends I hold dear! This blog will be a group-run blog designed to spread joy through reblogs, comments and posts just as I do here on JoffyWorld, but on a grander scale! I've seen, and been told personally by many, just how uplifting and helpful my time here has been, and I want to continue that going forward! So, I've gathered some of my most joyful friends, and we've decided to try and spread it even more together! Joining me there so far as the newest Joffy's of the court will be @loullipopx, @bash-js, @yotomazu and @littleperson404! Hopefully, this will only keep growing in time to help me spread the joy I feel from everyone even further! Only time will tell :D

@joffydungeon

This will become the new home for my NSFW reblogs, the more risqué or deranged posts. Basically, in the most simple way, this will be the 18+ blog from now on. Minors DNI, adults more than welcome!

@cult-of-the-anthology

Finally, this blog will be the home of my COTL au and it's respective series! I have plans to do side-by-side series all based within the same au, all told through alternative storytelling such as poetry, songs and whatnot, the type of stuff you've already possibly seen from my au's Ballad of the Bishops Series so far! If you want to keep up with the au, here's the place to do it!

The Wall of Mutual Appreciation:

My aim with this is to help spread one long list of appreciation for all the friends I've made here so far and help spread them with what audience I've collected so far. Each person I'm mutuals with will have a tagged entry into the wall, with a brief explanation of what I find so riveting about their specific artworks and skills! I thought it'd be a fun way to give back a little, and also possibly promote people a tiny bit! Of course, if you're uncomfortable with being on it and see yourself get tagged, let me know and I'll take your name down immediately, no questions asked! It's supposed to be a nice, fun thing, no negativity involved!

And now, the contest!

The Contest:

I will be hosting a writing contest! Cash prizes will be awarded (preferably through Ko-Fi, although PayPal can also be done) to the top three places at the end of the contest! The prizes are: £15 for 1st place, £10 for 2nd and £5 for 3rd, or their local equivalent in your own currencies!

The prompt will be announced by the 15th, and all formats of writing are welcome! I would, however, encourage everyone to try their hand at poetry! I know it's not a popular medium and other forms are welcome of course, but I'd like personally to see people try their hand at something new (and of course, since I'm the poetry guy in my friend groups lmao). I won't however be awarding "bonus points" for poems versus long-form writing for example, all pieces will be judged fairly!

... And that's all!

Thank you so much for everything you've all given me over my time here. It's not even been a year and we're already approaching 300 friends gathered! It's a wonder every day I wake up and talk to you all or even just see what you've been up to. You're all wonderful and I'm honoured to have gotten to know you.

Thank you, you have my endless loyalty, love and support.

Good luck and take care of yourselves,

The Original Joffy™

[nightscythe]

legions reaction to their primarch wooing you?

but i would love love love to read the more taboo version of primarchs kinks :D

hope you have/had a wonderful day :p

thank you anon hope you have/had a wonderful day too!! i waited for a plumber all day. created this as I waited •⩊•

please forgive me for what this turned into. i have made it less serious that originally planned but it just happened i am so sorry. i live in a fantasy where 30k is sunshine and rainbows. hope you enjoy anyway!! taboo vers. of the kinks will be posted later this week.

this is all pre-heresy. little bit nsfw on one i think so 18+ please.

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lion: there was no evidence, until the very very end stage of his courting, that the lion even had the slightest feeling of love in his body. but when he didn’t react to you approaching him, when he spared a glance at you, answered questions as though he didn’t just see you as another person beneath him. oh. they knew. and no one even dare speak a word of it. no side glances, no reactions. they ignored everything that happened. it was luther who eventually started a conversation about it with some others that same evening, away from the prying ears of their primarch. he’s so fucked. literally. because there’s no way in hell that the lion was the one chasing you. whatever he had said, you’d reciprocated, and if luther knew one thing about the lion… it’s that he won’t let things go that he thinks belong to him. it’s the nightly gossip when they have nothing better to discuss, and the lion really thinks no one has even noticed. 

fulgrim: they were all enthralled by his tactics at first. such elegance, such style, fulgrim spared nothing in making you his absolute muse. but then fulgrim gets them all involved. they are delivering the pottery and jewellery to you by hand, ordered to protect you even (which they didn’t have the biggest issue with, you were nice) – fulgrim wanted to prove that even his finest warriors are on the table for you. and then it became all he talked about. and then, when you had finally been convinced of his love (because he told you his feelings father than gifted you a whole planet), fulgrim’s own ego was so entirely huge that he declared himself master of courtship. and now he’s got classes on how to make someone fall in love with you with guest speakers. eidolon is literally at the front seat, heart eyes, yes my perfect primarch please teach me your ways type thing. vespasian, on the other hand, is just wondering why he was even invited. 

perty: they didn’t dare question their primarch, but they weren’t stupid. the handcrafted tools that he would spends hours on just to give away. the armour customised to a much smaller body. the books he’s borrowedfrom magnus that he has no interest in. vhalen had noticed because he had stumbled on a book his primarch kept detailing interests of yours. connected the dots. didn’t say anything because it wasn’t his place. silently tried to help out by leaving flowers you liked or herbs you needed for perturabo to give to you. never wanted anything in return, but believed that maybe you’d be able to help ground him, truthfully. but forrix? no. this was weak. they were taught to never be weak and this was a weakness to its very core. out of their control, completely inefficient, a waste of time in his eyes. he would never understand why perturabo was doing, but at the very least he wouldn’t say a word – not the same could be said about everyone in the legion though. 

khan: at first it had started with the stashing of treasures he thought may be of interest to you. then, the invitation came. an esteemed guest would join for an adventure. and they were very amused. an esteemed guest? shiban might begin to joke, testing the khan’s reaction. and when his primarch looks up with the slightest smirk on his lips, there would be an immediate laugh. i think you may need to revisit that title my lord, perhaps something with… meaning. though many of the white scars would avoid asking questions, they enjoyed the details of it. it was a new adventure to them, and the khan was leading the way. but shiban would keep seeing this title, esteemed guest, and constantly change it to a new one. warhawk’s chosen was most common, because that’s what you were. and he’d probably be a banging wing man too, but the khan never needed it.  just asks every so often how things are going and reports back to the others.

leman: they’d critiqued you as they watched their primarch try to train you how to protect yourself. with a sword, with a gun, with whatever was around. your own fists even. and you may have been no match for leman, but they were still impressed in their own way. a collective nod between them as you flawlessly replicate something he showed you. it’s when leman has you pinned against the floor and it becomes extremely obvious that he got so carried away that his hard on is pressed against you and you most certainly have noticed. whatever happened next, they weren’t sure. leman’s courting may just have been giving you a taster of what might happen if you accepted his love. they’d all given you privacy to say the least. another collective nod between them, what a majestic man their primarch was. and if you were brave enough? join them for beer as well. 

dorn: it had been a normal day. life was just moving by calmly, not a thing or person out of place. dorn was discussing something about a building, the internal structure, yada yada. it was a really nice day to be an imperial fist. but then his hand reached for your shoulder, and the remnants of a smile fell on his lips as he lead you on to show you something else in the structure, something integral to building. and he wasn’t really wooing you in any sense of the word, but he was opening himself up in a way that only dorn could. he was… trying to impress you? no. archamus believes that there must be reason for this, his primarch is being tactical. you know something. sigismund believes the same. this is calculated and logical. explaining the internal structure must provide a benefit to the legion. perhaps you’re an expert of some kind. the pair don’t ever mention what they saw again, but they do consider what kind of expert you are later down the line when they’re standing outside their primarch’s doors waiting for the consultation to be over. whatever it was, you obviously felt very strongly. 

curze: jago sighs. he’d had to watch his stupid primarch stand outside your window for what seemed like weeks now, neglecting his duties, or anything other than you really, whilst never saying anything. curze didn’t know he was there, but jago was too curious to let it go. he thought you were just another victim, someone curze was taking his time with, but then he realised the whole situation. curze was just watching. staring. felt but never seen. stole an item of your clothing. jago didn’t want to find out what item, but deep down he knew. curze was spiralling, staring into the distance, eyes glued to you even when you looked uncomfortable, but never actually talking to you. so jago takes it into his own hands. sends you directly to curze, makes the primarch speak to you. really, curze is just haunting you, but that’s okay - jago will fill in the gaps, woo you with all his own tactics until you actually start to reciprocate whatever it is curze is feeling. and the rest of nightlords are confused more than anything. does standing in the shadows actually work? are humans that enthralled by primarchs? gendor tries it out for himself, wanting his own partner (or, human trophy). doesn’t work for him but claims it does.

sanguinius: what a pure demonstration of love this is. to see their angel, someone who would fight in battle for hours without breaking, stutter over some words in front of someone? to watch as he fought to keep a conversation going just to hear your voice? his sons are in awe. of you, because how pure must you be to have won the attention of their primarch? but also of him, because it was the most human he had ever felt. they saw his nervous looks, his shy appreciation of your perfection, and valued it deeply. and overtime you’d start receiving flowers from him, handpicked by his sons who saw it as a way to help steer their somehow clueless primarch in the right direction. azkaellon specifically had handed him roses for you, cut from the most perfect bush, claiming it was something romantic that you would appreciate. and you did. and sanguinius was extremely happy when you kissed his cheeks (and the silent celebratory crowd of blood angels watched on in joy). 

ferrus: you’re his personal project. he spent every hour of the day with you, it felt like. improving you, working on enchancements. making you perfect. but then something else started happening. it was no longer pride that kept him going. it was you. and they all noticed. at first he didn’t care for anything you said. now? he listens to every word. like you are another of his brothers, but it’s different, even than with fulgrim. he cares in a way they don’t understand. no one would ever say a thing – they’d all pass their silent judgement on how this went against everything he seemed to stand for. but maybe santor would ask about it just once. not for details, not for questioning. just to confirm. they are different, my lord? ferrus wouldn’t hesitate with his answer. they are everything. what does that even mean? it would never be mentioned again. by anyone. whilst some of them would question his decision internally, most would trust him – their primarch understood weakness, and if he didn’t see you as weak, neither would they.  

angron: does anyone even know what is going on with you? could it even be considered wooing? barely. angron would want to kill you some days, and want to fuck you other days. and somewhere in between he’d just want to be with you. it was within that where kharn saw a positive. he saw hope. angron was capable of something other than rage and somehow you could control it for more than a single sentence. and in that regard, kharn becomes your biggest supporter. he would do anything he could to not only protect you in moments of rage but to encourage you when angron needed it the most. he’d prepare for those small moments of clarity to see if you could help balance angron out. but the others? it was a fluke. you weren’t changing anything. angron would never be any different. but go off, try and kill them, that shows you love them right? 

rob: it only took one to notice. how a slight shift in his schedule put him back in the room with the same person he saw the week before, and the week before that. and he’s seeing them next week, and the week after. are they a diplomat? are they a specialised counsel of some kind? a small team of investigators forms, and no, you are none of those things. you are the object of lord guilliman’s attention. his carefully considered words. his offering of a basket of fruit you liked, supposedly something not liked by his offices. what a liar. they never receive baskets of fruit like that. it becomes a hot topic for gossip, and it isn’t until valentus asks if ‘this person’ he meets with so often may want something other than fruit baskets, and that he can ask for something to be custom made, that guilliman reconsiders his whole approach – and takes valentus up on that offer. speculations are common. whispers even more so. but they are all pleased for him in their own way. 

morty: well it wasn’t really courting. he gave you something, said that would care if you died, and then waited for you to respond. and when you finally said that, yeah… you would too? he nodded and took that as confirmation of, uh, something between you. so you’re confused, and so are his sons. you even catch eyes with one and shrug comically because what the fuck? the entire legion falls silent about the issue. no one says a word. but internally? what the fuck was about right. morty didn’t seem to care for anything, he barely even seemed like he cared for his legion some time, and now he doesn’t want you to die. huh. whatever. typhon would be the one to outwardly say something. my lord, is this not a shackle that binds you to humanity? and the primarch would dismiss the thought without doubt. not every attachment is a weakness. deathguard HATE this guy. 

magnus: ahriman should be ashamed of himself. he could be doing something important. he could be doing anything but this. but he’s silently observing his primarch, sat on the balcony of his private chambers, sharing a bottle of his finest wine with someone who has been here a few times now. sharing it with you. and he’s drabbling on about the universe and stars and how the universe began with his eyes all wide and bright, looking to see your response, needing to hear your voice and how you’re impressed by his understanding. ahriman isn’t spying. he’s protecting his primarch from the dangers at large. you could be dangerous. or, more realistically, ahriman wished to listen to magnus’ wisdom as well. but he can’t help but be genuinely impressed by how magnus handled himself, how he knew all the right things to say, how he was so genuinely charismatic with you. and equally, how he’d managed to hide this from the entirely population of tizca when he was right on the balcony. ahriman takes notes. he may need them in the future. 

horus: a couple of the mournival had watched him from the corridor. horus had basically made you putty in his hands, he knew when and where to touch you, how to exude the right amount of character and strength, mixed with emotions and feelings, at the exact moment it was needed. he’s a traditionalist, he knows how to make someone swoon. a compliment here. a smile there. it’s a masterclass. this must be where fulgrim learnt it from. and his sons are living for it. that is until tarik hums to himself knowingly. i know them from somewhere. and loken hesitates, because isn’t that the person abbadon kept talking about before. yes it was. horus was courting the one person who caught abbadon’s interest, clearly taking something from that conversation. the pair keep it to themselves for now. loken walks away wondering how horus managed to make the word sweetheart sound so different – and how long it would be before everyone knew about this, because it would be a good source of a amusement.

lorgar: erebus and kor phaeron rarely lorgar out of their sights, because it seemed their grand plan would fuck up each time he managed to escape. this time? it seems the primarch has gone and fallen in love. they’d watched as lorgar handed you a book. perfectly accompanied by sticky tabs, post it notes, underlined words and highlighted phrases that made him think of you. each page was absolutely covered. kor phaeron had been the first to laugh, seeing his pathetic attempt at worship only elicit an uncomfortable smile from you as you flicked through the pages and saw the depths that he was going into. erebus was quieter, but equally amused. so easy to manipulate, he’d comment, seeing the way the lorgar would quite literally fall to his knees and praise you, another weakness he falls so easily to.  but on the other side of things, argel tal is a few steps behind his primarch, peering around subtly in admiration of lorgar’s attempts. he sees it as sweet, actually, and rather than a weakness in his devotion to the emperor, saw it as an extension. some others may find it heretical, depending on where their loyalty stood. 

vulkan: he first crafted you a knife, such a beautifully build and shaped weapon that everyone could tell his entire soul went into it. but he could have done that for anyone. and then he crafted a necklace, forced from things he owned, and was not shy about handing it to you in front of everyone. he wanted every one of his sons to know his feelings, maybe without directly saying it, and begin to internalise what this all meant. which is exactly what they did. and it was like a tension lifted. every single one of them is rooting for him, for you, for whatever is going to come from it. and vulkan can’t be criticised in his ways either. numeon may even comment, offhandedly, that he would inspire generations to come with his actions. and xiaphas? would plan the wedding. the most normal legion on this list, it seems.  

corvus: he was silent about it, never revealing a thing to any other. his silent courting, his gestures that had no meaning until they did. it wasn’t until they’d see him protect you, maybe even just the flick of his wrist to prevent an action that he would never usually stop, that they all start thinking. wondering. could their primarch truly have feelings in this way? was there really one person who could capture all of their attention? it would come down to someone like sharrowkyn to say something. voice an opinion to his brothers and then to the primarch himself. with caution, of course. are they worth it, my lord? he wouldn’t hesitate. they are worth my entire being. and from then ravenguard watch in the shadows for you as well. they would accept it, they may not understand it, but they wouldn’t question it. he did not want to fail you. and if any of them did want to understand, he would explain it. 

alpharius: regardless of which one it is that’s wooing someone, they were all involved. because this is alpharius after all - he’s not just going to make someone fall in love with him because he’s really nice. or he couldn’t be bothered to try. so the whole legion is in on it. they are all courting you, working on this plan which they don’t really understand. they all think its part of something bigger. they all think you must be someone who is so important that all their attention has to be focused on you. but no, alpharius just has a crush. and it becomes obvious when pretty soon alpharius does not want to share with anyone. a few of them would be kind of pressed about it. didn’t want to be involved, didn’t want to carry it on. a couple accidentally catch feelings because they were forcing themselves to replicate what alpharius was doing and he’s a very touchy-feely man. or was it omegon? who knows. maybe it wasn’t even alpharius that started this all, he was just caught up in the cross fire. regardless, alpharius is smitten, and his legion is… not.

i am very sorry if any people/legions are mischaracterised at all!! i am more familiar with some legions which probably comes across in this, but please tell me if something wouldn't happen, so i know for next time ◡̈

[levimyshortdaddy]

What if Mikasa behaved differently after hearing Eren's hurtful words towards her?

Let's get into it right away without any more yap girlies 🎀❤️

(Ps, y'all gonna feel a huge wave of emotions because this is the scene we always wanted to happen instead)

There’s no smut added, completely safe to read regardless of your age ✅

Let’s begin~

The breeze of wind softly touches Mikasa's face, she stands at the window, staring into nothingness, her thoughts drifting to Eren

Mikasa: Eren…

She sighs, her eyes shine with longing

Suddenly, a strange sensation washes over her, and before long she hears soft footsteps approaching the room

She doesn't turn around for the moment, but she senses someone in the doorway

Eren: Mikasa…

She turns, her gaze softening even more as soon as she sees him

Mikasa: Eren, where have you been-

He interrupts her

Eren: Mikasa, where is Armin?

He asks her, his gaze is cold and serious, an oppressive silence settles in the room

She looks down, her voice low

Mikasa: He is with captain Levi…

He approaches her, his gaze intense

Eren: Where?

He asks, in a serious tone

Mikasa: I-I.. don’t know…

Eren: How could you not know?! You're always with him!

He raises his voice slightly, and Mikasa looks up at him in surprise, but at one point she turns her back to the same view she had been staring at, staring at the sky

Mikasa: You've changed... Eren... a lot...

He sighs and leaves the room.

————

In the evening, as Eren passes through the cold corridor, Mikasa gently grabs his hand, making him stop

Eren: What is it now, Mikasa?

He asks, bored, dead-eyed

Mikasa: Are you leaving again…? If you do… take me with you, Eren… I’m willing to go with you…

She says, in a soft and emotional tone

Eren looks back at her, and is silent for a few moments

Mikasa: Eren... thanks to you... I wanted to live

She says, gently touching her red scarf

Mikasa: You saved me... and gave me a reason to go on...

Her eyes look into his so gently

Eren: A reason to go on?

He asked

Eren: Where? Where to, Mikasa? Look around you... do you think these people feel the same way you do?

He said, and her gaze saddened

Eren: Stop being selfish. You fight to live, not to go anywhere you think, just like everyone else here

She swallows dryly, with a lump in her throat, but doesn't allow any tears to escape her eyes

Eren: Nothing can be changed, no matter how hard we try...

He says, moving past her, and finally, her eyes release tears, weeping silently as he moves further away.

Late at night, she can't sleep, she thinks about his drastic change, but in her heart, she knows that Eren cares for her and that he is the same Eren she knows.

———

A few days later, Mikasa is in a room at Eren's request, where they used to hold meetings, she waits for him, sitting down

Shortly, Eren enters the room and closes the door

Mikasa: Where is Armin?

Eren: He will come soon.

He says, his gaze tired, looking earnestly at Mikasa, as he's seated in front of her, and before long, Armin joins them

Eren: I want to have a serious talk

He says, and Mikasa waits for him to say what he has to say, while Armin nods

Eren: I'm not here to explain everything I've done so far. You don't even have to question me, everything I do is of my own free will.

Mikasa’s gaze turns serious

Mikasa: No, Eren. You're being manipulated. You're not like that. You wouldn't involve children and innocent people in a war. That's not your free will.

Eren looks at her with a dead stare

Eren: You don't have any clue, so you shouldn't even make a comment, Mikasa, not even one

Mikasa: No. I know everything. I know who you really are, Eren, this scarf is proof of your kindness, and how much you care for me-

He interrupts her

Eren: Mikasa. Lower your tone when you talk to me. And fix your posture.

Mikasa stares at him in surprise, then sighs softly, lowering her gaze and sitting back down

Armin notices Mikasa’s reaction, seeing how much Eren’s behavior affects her

Eren: Am I being manipulated? Or are you, Mikasa? You don't even know who you really are. You don't know what your role is, even though you've always fulfilled it... like a nuisance

Mikasa looks at him confused, and his every word is like a needle in her heart

Mikasa: What are you saying…?

Eren: You were born especially to serve me Mikasa, you are nothing but my own slave.

Mikasa’s eyes widened

Armin: Eren! Watch your mouth!

Eren: You know what I hate the most? People who don't have free will.

Armin looks at him angrily, while Mikasa can't even process what she's hearing from Eren's mouth

Eren: Just by looking at you, I was filled with anger… more and more

Armin keeps reading Mikasa’s reactions carefully, her pain breaking his heart

Eren: You are a slave Mikasa. You've always been my slave.

Armin: Eren! That’s enough! Stop it! Don’t talk to Mikasa like that!

Eren: Ever since we were kids... I’ve always hated you, Mikasa

Mikasa's heart skipped a beat when she heard Eren’s words, her eyes immediately filling with tears and cascading down her cheeks

Armin is about to leap at Eren, but Mikasa stops him, holding her hand on his chest, her look turns serious, her eyes are empty and still full of tears

Armin: But Mikasa…

Armin boils out of anger

Mikasa: Sit down. Armin.

She says in a serious, soft tone, her eyes fixed on Eren

Mikasa: Eren. Say it again.

She said, resting her hands on the table

Eren looks at her with the same serious, dead-eyed, silent look

Mikasa pushes the chair away and walks towards him, her eyes looking deep into his, and as much as Eren tries to break eye contact, he can't

Mikasa's hand rests on Eren's chest, gently clutching his shirt in her fist, and at one point, she tosses him onto the table, and she looks over him now, Eren's eyes widened slightly, looking up at her in surprise

Mikasa: Eren.

She looks at him with a determined look, her eyes release more tears, and her voice trembles

Eren's gaze slowly softens, and he feels a strange feeling in his chest

Eren: Mikasa-

Her hand rests on the table beside his head, standing over him, staring down at him

Mikasa: Look at me, and say it again

Eren's brows knit together, his gaze surprised and completely soft, looking deep into her teary eyes

In his mind, a flood of memories of her face return, and he realizes that in his point of view, she is the most beautiful. He can't resist it any longer and finally breaks his tough character

Eren: Mikasa… I… I could never hate you

He said it in a whispery tone, his eyes focused on hers, full of deep affection, teary

Mikasa bursts into tears as soon as she hears Eren's words, then his thumb slowly wipes the tears from her cheek

Eren: I said that to push you away, Mikasa…

She pulls away from on top of him, and Eren gets up from the table, then places his both hands on her cheeks

Eren: Mikasa, look at me. Really look at me

She looks up at him

Eren: It was a lie, Mikasa. I never hated you. I can’t hate the woman I’d do anything for. You are the reason I'm moving on, the reason I'm willing to burn the whole world

He says, sighing, his voice gentle, and he doesn't let her out of his sight

Mikasa: Eren…

Eren: Shh… don’t cry... forgive me for hurting you Mikasa, that's the last thing I ever wanted to do, but I had no choice... forgive me, I care about you more than anything. I love you and always will

Mikasa hugs Eren in a tight embrace, her face resting on his chest

Mikasa: I'm sorry, Eren. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. But hearing you say all of this... means everything to me

She says, and Eren gently strokes her hair

Mikasa: You're the only man who can make me feel like this, Eren. You're the only one who can make me feel at home

Armin looks at them, his gaze soft and his eyes sparkling, relieved that Eren is back to his usual self, the way he always used to be when they were together

Mikasa: That's what I wanted, Eren, to be honest with each other. I don't know what the future holds, but I'm ready to face it with you

Eren: I want to be with you forever, Mikasa

Eren looks at her, his gaze drops to her lips, and his thumb gently brushes her bottom lip, then pulls her in a long, passionate kiss~

Armin’s eyes widened, and his face flustered as he witnessed their kiss and their emotional bond

Eren hugs Mikasa once again

Eren: Mikasa… Armin… let’s go back home.

(I’m sobbing. This healed smth in me ;-;)

[mekkyz-dubz]

My final thoughts

I discovered a webcomic named Sparklecare Hospital back in 2021 and it got me intrigued to the point of using my Tumblr blog more often and drawing fan arts more often. I hanged out with my friends who has the same interests as I have and we talked each other about the plot and our AUs. I was so hyped about volume 3 and all that stuff.

During 2024-2025, I was so defensive on Kittycorn after seeing all the "hate" (Which turned out to be true today) and it got me to the point that I left the Sparklecare fandom by the last January due to the mental toll on some shit. I talked about the comic in private including my AUs until now. However, something has changed that I regret defending her and consuming her content at all.

People at @anonymous-sparklecarer made a doc (TW // Incest undertones) about her and I am absolutely disgusted by how awful she was doing behind the scenes. She is using incest undertones to one of her webcomics, primarily Cometcare and other projects and the worst part is that she had drawn two comics about Sly and Eve in incestuous and pedophilia moments. Considering the comic was previously marked as 16+ and now 18+, she lied to the audience including minors claiming it is a safe space, she lied about her being an anti-proship, she even lied about being not comfortable with anything disturbing. YET she even did it out of her hypocrisy. The real reason why Cometcare was created in the first place was due to her expressions of incest, the same AU that was made to the public.

As for her response, it is very vague. Just because it is a coping mechanism doesn't mean it is unhealthy and she made it to the public without letting the audience knew behind the scenes aside from the former ZCP. I cannot describe how bad she handled through that one of her ex-boyfriend ( @sparkleobserver ) made a post (TW // Zoophilia, necrophilia, nazi) about her in in-depth.

To almost all ZCP members (Except Imani and Emsody) who worked on a webcomic for 7 years (2017-2024), I am sorry to all of you who were unaware of this situation without getting silenced. I am glad you all spoke up against her behavior after getting traction.

To Kittycorn, I really hate you. You've made me joy so much that I wanted to appreciate you as a person and now you throw everything away just for your nasty projects. You lied about every single thing to please your audience. You made incest webcomics about Sly and Eve and you made multiple hints to a public AU like Cometcare. I hope you get serious help to reflect your actions and once you've successfully made it to the therapy, you should get off the internet and never come back.

To everyone involved making the doc and the Sparklecrits, I must thank you to expose all of her behavior and her disgusting actions that were hidden to us. Blind is a hell of a drug if you weren't aware of. The future of Sparklecare Hospital looks bleak so people are either reclaiming her OCs or leaking her hidden projects for the good cause.

In addition to this, I have private all of my Sparklecare fanarts (Nevermind, I gotta change my mind on this, purely on Tumblr because I saw perfect patient so just fuck it, I don't care. Here it is.) and I wish to never consume any of Kittycorn's content ever again. Like I said, thank you for making this doc possible. I wish anyone to share my thoughts by reblogging.

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Sakuya Sakuma | [SR] My Heart I Want to Send to You | Because You're Precious to Me

TV: “Next up is a special feature. Here are some of the latest trends!”

Juza: …

*Door opens*

Sakuya: Oh, Juza-kun. Don’t you have school?

Juza: Nah, lecture was canceled.

Sakuya: Gotcha.

TV: “Today’s theme is White Day! Here’s a collection of the most popular sweets as of late!”

Juza: !

Sakuya: (Juza-kun is watching so intently… But those sweets do look really good.)

Juza: …That parfait’s real good. ‘N those chocolates ya can buy as souvenirs to take home are real good, too. I recommend ‘em.

Juza: I see! That’s incredible that you know so much, Juza-kun.

Juza: Nah, it really ain’t that much…

Sakuya: …

Sakuya: …It really is almost White Day, huh?

Juza: ? …’S somethin’ the matter?

Sakuya: No, nothing’s wrong or anything!

Sakuya: It’s just… I’ve already decided on what I’m gonna give back to the people at my part-time jobs, but I still don’t know what I should give the Director…

Sakuya: I just get kinda stuck around this time every year.

Sakuya: I’d like to ask everyone else for help, but I’m sure they’ll think of something and then just give it to her themselves, so I don’t know if I should ask everyone every time…

Juza: I don’t think that’s that big of a problem.

Sakuya: Really?

Juza: I don’t think anyone’d have a problem with that.

Juza: …I mean, I asked Rento-san ‘bout it before.

Sakuya: Rento-san?

Juza: Yea. Apparently, he’s been gettin’ a lotta chocolate for some time now ‘cause of his job. That’s why he’s so used to White Day.

Juza: If you’re strugglin’ to ask people, why don’t ya you try talkin’ to Rento-san, Sakuya?

Juza: Plus, he ain’t someone from the dorms, so he’s prolly the perfect person to try talkin’ to.

Sakuya: Yeah… I guess you’re right! I’ll try asking next time I see him.

Juza: …Also, it ain’t really advice or anythin’, but I can help ya out too if ya want.

Sakuya: Wait, really?

Juza: Yea, if my knowledge can be useful to ya.

Sakuya: Thanks! I’ll do my best to come up with something to give her.

Juza: Cheerin’ for ya.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: Alright, I guess that’s about it for the meeting. Thank you so much, Akashi-kun and Rento-san.

Rento: Yeah, thanks much.

Akashi: Thank you… very much…!

*Door opens*

Sakuya: Um… Excuse me!

Izumi: Sakuya-kun? What’s up?

Sakuya: Wait, Director!?

Sakuya: (What do I do? I came to the theater to see if Rento-san was here now, but I didn’t think the Director would be here too…!)

Sakuya: Er, umm… Well… There’s something I wanted to ask Rento-san…

Rento: Me? What’s up?

Sakuya: Ahh, umm… Well, I wanna talk to you about something…

Akashi: …

Rento: (Is there some kinda specific reason?)

Rento: Sorry, Director-san. Can ya give us a minute?

Izumi: Huh? I can, but… Well, just give me a call if you need anything else.

Rento: You bet. Thanks~.

*Door closes*

Rento: Aight, what’s up?

Sakuya: Ah, it’s nothing, just, umm… Well, I wanted to ask you about what I should give the Director…

Rento: Well, damn~! So you wanted to talk about White Day! So that’s why ya couldn’t talk with Director-san around~!

Akashi: T-Thank goodness. I thought there might’ve been… something bothering you, Sakuya-san… What a relief.

Sakuya: Ahaha… Sorry about that.

Sakuya: Juza-kun said that you might know a thing or two, Rento-san. Something about you getting lots of chocolates for quite some time now…

Rento: I mean, there’s just a lotta people involved in this kinda job~. That’s why I’ve gotten so many.

Sakuya: I never thought about it like that…!

Akashi: That’s… amazing… I don’t… get that many, though…

Rento: I mean, they were all just ‘cause of social obligations ‘n all that.

Rento: How do I put it… It’s just doin’ the polite thing, ya know? It’s easier to give somethin’ to someone ‘cause you’re obligated to~.

Sakuya: It’s easier with people you’re obligated to give something to…

Rento: I mean, pretty much. If you’re gettin�� stuck like that, at least it means ya care about her.

Sakuya: …!

Rento: If I’m bein’ honest, my advice prolly isn’t gonna help ya. If you’re talkin’ about someone who’s precious to you, that is.

Rento: You got somethin’ to add, Akashi?

Akashi: Oh! …I don’t really… have anything…

Akashi: B-But… I’m sure that… anything that you come up with… will bring a smile to her face, Sakuya-san.

Rento: Anyway, you don’t gotta worry. I mean, ya can just keep askin’ people until you’re satisfied, can’t ya?

Rento: You’ve still got until White Day!

Sakuya: …You’re right. I’ll try thinking about it a little bit more!

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Sakuya: Hmm…

Kasumi: Ah! Sakuya-kun!?

Sakuya: Kasumi-san!?

Sakuya: Wow, what a coincidence. Are you out shopping too, Kasumi-san?

Kasumi: I am. I’m looking for sweets to give to everyone in my department.

Kasumi: But more importantly, you looked pretty troubled while looking at that sweets collection—.

Kasumi: Could it be that you’re once again looking for a gift for that person who’s so precious to you…!? (1)

Sakuya: Actually, I’m just trying to pick out a gift to give to her for White Day…

Kasumi: WHAT!? C-Could it be that she’s your significant other…!?

Sakuya: Ah, um! I just want to convey how thankful I am to the Director every day for always looking out for me…!

Kasumi: Ah, I-I see…! Ahaha, I guess I just misunderstood you.

Kasumi: But affectionate feelings like those are definitely important. I’d love to help you out if you’d like!

Sakuya: Thank you so much! As of now, I’ve just been looking around at these shops that Juza-kun told me about, but—.

Kasumi: What!? This entire list is from Juza-kun!?

Kasumi: That’s incredible. You could do several magazine features just based on this list alone…!

Sakuya: I’m sure all of them are delicious, but every one of them has its own special characteristics, so I’m really lost on deciding which to go with…

Sakuya: Akashi-san also told me that “my feelings are important,” but that honestly just made me even more lost…

Kasumi: …

Kasumi: Sakuya-kun, I’m sure that…

Sakuya: ?

Kasumi: What you choose is important, but more than anything, I think what’s most meaningful is that you yourself give it to her directly, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: That I…

Kasumi: Besides, if you’re not able to express how thankful you are to the Director the way you want to—.

Kasumi: Simply “wanting to convey how you feel” is already a kind of gift itself.

Sakuya: Kasumi-san…!

Kasumi: I mean it. Your actions have more influence than you think they do, Sakuya-kun.

Kasumi: I was able to finally take a step forward, thanks to you. You see? I’ve experienced it firsthand, so how could I possibly be wrong?

Sakuya: …Thank you so much!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Director… Will you please accept this? It’s a White Day gift for you.

Izumi: Aww…! Thank you, Sakuya-kun.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Choose!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Option 1: What’s inside?

Izumi: The way it’s wrapped is so cute. What’s inside?

Sakuya: All the cookies and macarons looked really good, so I was kinda lost on what to get, but…

Sakuya: This time, I ultimately went with chocolates!

Izumi: Hehe, you must’ve given it a lot of thought.

Sakuya: Actually, I tried talking to a bunch of different people because of how lost I was.

Sakuya: But it’s thanks to everyone’s great advice that I was able to finally pick something out for you myself!

Izumi: (Sakuya-kun really put a lot of thought into choosing something for me. I really am thankful.)

Option 2: Is it chocolates?

Izumi: Is it chocolates inside?

Sakuya: Wait, how’d you know?

Izumi: Because of the wrapping paper. This place is famous for its chocolates.

Sakuya: Actually, the store worker let me sample some, so I had a little bit, too, but… It was really good!

Izumi: I see! I’ll have to take my time and savor them then.

Sakuya: Yeah! I’d be really happy if you ate them with care!

Sakuya: So yeah, there are chocolates inside, but… I really just wanted to let you know how I feel by giving them to you.

Sakuya: I really am thankful for you every day, Director. If it weren’t for you, I’m sure I would’ve lost my mind by now. 

Sakuya: That’s why I truly am so happy to be able to put my feelings into words like this. And I’ll keep trying my hardest so that I can express how thankful I am again next year—.

Sakuya: Director. I hope that you’ll stay by my side for a long time to come.

Izumi: …Hehe. That was kind of like a proposal.

Sakuya: Ah!

Sakuya: Umm… Well—.

Izumi: I hope so, too. To the Fleur Award and beyond.

Izumi: That’s why I’ll be relying on you.

Sakuya: …Yeah!

Sakuya: (I hope my feelings were able to get through to her, even if only a little…)

• • •

T/N:

(1) Reference to Sakuya’s White Day card backstage from last year.

[melishade]

You know how we make movies out of old stories and myths from the past , just imagine if they made a movie or film about optimus or megatron and they got some aspects wrong like the paint job of megs and Op or the they made them more "bad" if you get it , Or they would make the Survey Corps stupid in a sense like when the Gaang from atla went to the theater and they were so humiliated by their interpretation of themselves, and if megatron is still there or optimus just comes to visit and they criticise the movie by say "they got that wrong" "levi wasn't that tall" , that would be hilarious,.

Alright, time to talk about the events of AOP getting the Hamilton Treatment!

Thank you @justawannabearchaeologist and @echoblaze5 for your contributions to this conversation.

So again, this is post AOP, Optimus is already on Cybertron, things are going well. Willy decides to step back from politics and focus more on his passion project: Theatre! He started getting invested in it before the Liberio attack and it's only gotten worse once he learned about musicals from Jack, Miko, and Raf (much to Miko's horror). He's made pretty decent hits over the past few years, but he's been wanting to create a master piece. He remembers Hamilton and well....you can see where this is going.

Miko:

So Willy starts putting in the work to make it a reality. He's thinking of set, vocals, costume design. Unfortunately for him, Megatron gets wind of this when Hanji brings up the fact that Willy been conducting interviews on the Survey Corps for some kind of pet project. They didn't get much of the details. Megatron goes to Willy and Willy explains what he's been doing. Megatron takes one look at the script.

Megatron grabs the trash can and drops the script in there.

Willy: You could have just said you don't like it!

Megatron: I'm helping you.

Willy:...I'm sorry what?

Megatron gets involved with theater production, cause Megatron can't murder, destroy, or be a gladiator, so this is the next best thing.

Hanji:...I mean...it's productive?

Levi: It's fucking weird!

Armin: Well it's better than him threatening everyone and wanting to murder them.

Erwin: Let's be honest, he's probably still threatening people over little details.

Levi: Someone has to stop this.

Megatron: Do it and I make you a caricature!

Levi: YOU WOULDN'T DARE!

Willy is still involved in the musical. He is the one funding this. Does all the costumes, sets, all that stuff. The writing portion? Yeah, Megatron has completely taken over with Willy trying to add some pointers. And when Megatron gets a writer's block, it's a whole thing. Hanji finds him in a river dealing with it.

Hanji: Hey, Megs. Do you need me to get anything for you?

Megatron: Hm.

Hanji: Sure? Nothing at all?

Megatron:...hm. Hanji: Alright, I will get the rust sticks.

Megatron: Hm.

Although, Megatron would ask to be under a pseudonym. He likes this privacy he has and he's already wrapped up in politics post AOP. He doesn't need the extra attention.

The Survey Corps do get to listen to it before it goes public and are surprised at how accurate it is. Willy is exhausted because of how many hoops Megatron practically made him go through for accuracy. Some of the Survey Corp members do get their own songs. Mikasa and Armin feel particularly embarrassed because the songs are good, it's just they feel awkward.

It feels even more weird when it becomes a success. Lol. Like it gets awards. Even the Autobots listen to it. And then Optimus hears about it on one of his rare visits to the AOT world.

Optimus:...Megatron, why?

Megatron: Look I'm not as blood thirsty as I used to be! I have to fill up my time!

Megatron makes Optimus watch it. And it's not great for Optimus because there would no doubt be a musical number that shows Optimus and Eren meeting, getting to know each other, their relationship deteriorating, and then Optimus killing him.

Optimus would probably have to leave at that point.

But alas, as Justa has said, it is historically accurate, so Optimus would archive it out of moral obligation.

Although Rung gets wind of the album and actually listens to it.

The Primes glaring at Rung from beyond the grave.

Rung:....So-!

Prima: REALLY?!

Rung: HE IS EXPRESSING HIMSELF CREATIVELY!

Liege Maximo: HE TOOK MY FRAGGING ARM!

Oh and vote in the poll if you haven't

[choco-worms]

Choco gets mushy

Hiiii everyone. Its really late and im feeling really blessed so i just wanted to say some things.

I just wanted to thank everyone who follows and engages with this blog for acouple things. Firstly, thank you all so much for the general support of the silly art i put out on this blog. I never really thought i would feel a part of a fandom before, ive always been one of those people that just kinda feels like a sore thumb because i struggle so much socially. Art, clearly, is a huge outlet for me, and im so glad that i can connect with you all and make people happy with silly and sad and self indulgent House MD art!!

It feels really symbiotic, i have so many wonderful requests in my ask box that im working through and it just feels so nice to work on something and think ‘someone is going to be so happy to see this!’. Sometimes i get worried im not drawing fast enough, or not doing enough, but i just have to remind myself how lucky i am to have such a problem. I work full time, live with my parents, and still find the time to draw for a fandom. Ill work through them in time, and i will be lucky if i never run out :). I haven’t honestly felt this inspired and content with my art in years. Its just so fun.

On a similar note i wanted to thank you guys for the positive reception to my ocs. I know most everyone on here is here for fandom specific content, so i never hold any ill will when my oc stuff doesn’t do as “well” as fandom stuff. But ive just noticed recently my oc posts have slowly gotten more and more positive reception and that really just warms my heart. No one has to play dolls with me but its so endearing when i see people getting involved in the tags or just seeming excited about them!! Its just auggghh, words fail me, its just awesome.

Lastly i wanted to thank my mutuals (mooties? Moots? Im 23 i swear to god im not that old but slang is always changing). You all inspire me a lot in so many different ways. Im so happy to see you all cross my dash or in my activity feed. Even im i am not the most social mutual (because of my general awkwardness) i just want yall to know i appreciate yall and hope youre doing well 🫶

Oookkayyy ill get off my soapbox now. Im just gunna send this and not proofread so i don’t psych myself out and delete it. I hope yall have a good day/night/morning/time💕

[flightyalrighty]

hi flighty. heres another hypothetical for you but besides my OBVIOUS BIAS i do think its interesting enough to take more than three seconds of thought. possibly even four: if fleetway sonic (NORMAL) was infested, how do you think a bug would handle the fact that too much delicious nutritious fear and adrenaline turns him into a yucky chaos monster? would she force herself on a diet? would she grimace and take the super sonic like a kid taking robutussin? okay thank you for looking at my words :) bye!

I feel like she straight up wouldn't know until it happened. Like, the second Sonic were to turn into Super Sonic, it would obliterate her. After that, the other ones of her would be able to understand what happened because, hivemind, and it would make her collectively be like "oh shit that person's a living glue trap"

Like, okay, it definitely wouldn't save the larvae forms of her because in that state she's not thinking so much, so she may just keep falling for the glue trap over and over again while the older ones of her are like "nooooo little me don't go into the sonic brain!!!" and then baby-her is just like "Oh Mein Gott, Zees Is Ein Brain Full Of Chaos Energy"

So I think what would end up happening is that her older selves will do her best to straight up just kill and eat Sonic and meanwhile her dipshit younger selves will keep making him go Super and it'll be a mess for everyone involved and also every bystander.

[chaosinthemultiuniverses]

I am the one who didn't play KCD games, unfortunatelly, because I don't own computer 😭😭😭😭 My heart is broken because most likely, I'll never be able to play this, or any other games... So I watch playthroughs on YouTube to be on topic with everything.

But I found a safe small place here, in this fandom, and yes, Hansry was what attracted me to this game. I tend to fall easily for characters who have insane chemistry and who are ready to die for each other, who love each other no matter what - and stay together through thick and thin. That's what Hansry is about - they may fight, have a real nasty quarrels, yet in the end, they find way to one another, and carry on fighting together, deeply caring about one another.

I love the game so much, even though I can't play it. It has all the chances to become game of the year, and later - to gain a title of legendary game. So much love and gratitude to everyone who made this game, to all the wonderful WarHorse devs, and creators, and directors, and actors, and everyone else involved. And the fandom seems very nice too. Thank you! Thank you, @lordship-posts, for acknowledging poor peasant soul like me who can't afford buying a good gaming computer (it costs an arm and a leg here in my rogue state), and who can only enjoy small crumbs from the major fandom's feast. It means a lot to me. So much love to you.

I do not judge people based on how they are playing or not playing KCD and KCD 2.

I had KCD 1 forever, tried it a few times after it came out. Was too hard. Too difficult for me at that time to learn and understand and invest a lot of time into. Put it down. Picked up again a couple of months ago, now invested and with the release of the second game on my mind!

But... KCD 1 is indeed a difficult game. No it's not skill issue, it's not from a lack of understanding RPGs, it is for me someone who is relatively depressed and lacks Motivation a difficult game to fully get into. But I did! I managed. Won my first few fights. Took out the one and other bandit Camp. Had fun with Theresa and boosting Henry and Mutt and Pebbles! BUT

The Main Story still remains insanely difficult for me and all the skilling I need to do to get to where I want will take time, time which I might have if only I wasn't so damn impatient. One of my biggest flaws.

So..

I orderd the second game and im gonna go play it today before finishing the first one. (I have done exstenive research and know the whole entire KCD 1 story) which I know will never compare to the feeling of actively making my Henry achive these things. Which I can happily live with. Other's cant. And if they feel the need to play the first one through and through before even looking at the second game SO BE IT do what makes YOU happy.

Do what works for YOU put stop telling other people it's a skill issue or some other stupid thing just because they choose to save a bit of time in not going through the whole entire first game themselves OR even fully skipping the first game, only watching a Story recap for it on Youtube and then go and play the second game.

As long as you play it you can call yourself a RPG gamer who's invested in Kingdome Come Deliverance.

And special Shoutout to the people who do not play at all!!!! I fully understand just watching someone else play everything, your place here in this fandom is valid too.

Special SPECIAL shoutout for the people who only got interested because of a queer romance option lmfao. You take that headtable seat please. Love you guys ♡ for me it was a nice surprise and im so happy about it but I also fully understand how that gathers a lot more new attention to the World of KCD ♡

[jojo-schmo]

I'm updating my personal ref sheets and it's really hitting me just how SMOL Kirby, Bandee, and Elfilis really are compared to the rest of the cast.

[gohandinhand]

the biggest of thank yous to @princington for bringing pnw au: summer to life with such care! 🥺🥰

[limonnitsa]

05/23 Ida's bday!

So I'm sharing in-game screenshots of her with you 🍃

Ida's very timid and anxious girl, the middle child, the quiet one, the least troublemaker at her big loving family. Therefore, it's mistakenly believed that she has no problems at all

Her wand is made from cherry tree, phoenix feather, the handle is crafted gift

Ah, them...

... the persons who think all the time

Actually this one gave me idea for another little comic

Bonus screenshot bc I giggle at it

Poor Ida and Ominis thinking how to prevent another mess Sebastian does