#they're all just squishy and trying to take it until they make it (through the day without dying before running out of spell slots)

[the-weeping-dawn]

In practice Shadowheart is high on Companions I can see being stuck as party lead

Unwillingly

And when I get lost inevitably later it will just feel in character and also just the natural end point for having the amnesiac lead the way.

[heybank]

DENY PART 3

oh my god ok here is part three to my little deny series. i also have a moodboard i've been making for this series so lmk if you wanna see it.

divider by @saradika and i've reblogged their post of it if you want to seem more of their dividers as they're so cute!!!

this part contains smut and is 18+ so MDNI please and thank you.

cw: p in v, unprotected sex (always imagine a contraceptive is used bc this will never be a pregnancy fic), dirty talk, clit slapping (just once)

click to read part one and part two. :)

dreams (nsfw 18+)

"look at you baby, creamin' around popes cock." jj moans at the sight in front of him.

"mmh feels good" you whine. hardly able to form words other than little uh uhs from how good pope is fucking you. his dick so deep you can feel it in your throat.

pope is a panting sweaty mess as he shoves his thick cock back into your sopping wet pussy. jj sitting behind you while pope takes you in missionary.

the feeling of jjs hands all over your sensitive body has your nerve endings on fire. you can feel his hard dick poking your back but he doesn't care about his pleasure right now, he only wants to see you and pope go over the edge of orgasmic pleasure.

"i'm close, pope please" you whine pathetically, jj pinching your nipples harder, sucking spots onto your neck.

"yeah? you gonna cum on my dick pretty girl?" pope asks with a grin. you like this side of him, his cockiness. he's been spending too much time with jj.

"please pope. wanna cum."

"should we let her cum handsome?" jj inquires and you let out another pathetic whine because you want it now! you don't wanna wait.

"yeah she's been such a good girl, haven't you?" pope responds

"yes! yes i'm a good girl i swear. i'm good right j?" you feel yourself squeezing popes dick harder in your tight little pussy. jj moans into the nape of your neck.

"yeah baby you can cum" the boys agree.

pope picks up his pace, dick hitting that squishy spongey spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"cum with me, pretty." pope demands

you don't need to be asked twice because next thing you know jj is squeezing you tighter, his fingers playing with your puffy abused clit, popes cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. you feel it building and building until jj smacks your clit with his fingers and you release.

you're screaming and shaking, clenching so tight that pope follows you seconds after. shooting his cum deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. you feel warm wetness on your back and part of you recognizes that jj also came, untouched, but you're too fucked out to really comprehend.

"grace" you hear your name but blood is rushing in your ears from the best orgasm you've ever had.

"grace!" you hear again but louder. it sounds distorted.

"jeeze, grace wake up!" you feel something soft thump on your face and next thing you know you're waking up with an annoyed groan. a pillow someone had thrown at you laying on your face, blocking your view of whatever rat bastard woke you from the best wet dream you've ever had.

"were you having a good dream princess?" you hear jjs cocky voice ask before you remove the pillow that's blocking your view.

"ya'we're makin lil noises too, wanna tell us about 'em?" the blonde boy teases.

you roll your eyes, used to jjs horny teasing when you comprehend his words. us. he said tell us.

you quickly sit up, pulling the blanket higher up your body as you take in the surroundings of your room. you see jj smirking with red cheeks and behind him is pope, fidgeting with his hands and tapping his feet.

"for your information i was having a good dream. why the fuck did you wake me!" you ask, exasperated. you're desperately trying not to feel the wetness between your thighs that has very clearly soaked through your cotton sleep shorts.

"you uh-" pope starts "you were saying our names."

"more like moaning them," jj snickers. you feel your face grow warm. "it was hot princess."

jjs words make you take in the two boys, inspecting every inch of them. jj has a very prominent bulge that he's not even trying to hide whereas pope is a little more reserved with his obvious boner but it's there nonetheless.

"umm what's going on?" the look jj gives you makes your tummy flutter and your nipples pebble. you want to blame the cool air but your room is stifling hot and you know the reaction is because of the maybank boy.

"what's happening is we came here to talk to you and walked in on you moanin our names princess. what do you have to say for yourself?" your cunt clenches at his words.

"jj- we were going to be subtle about this!" pope hisses, not wanting to scare you with their potential proposal.

"many people have wet dreams, jj. doesn't mean anything!" you respond with false confidence. completely ignoring whatever pope had just said.

"wanna make it a reality?" jj says, tone sultry as he leans in closer to your face. he looks at your lips like he wants to devour you.

you gasp and pull away, looking at pope with guilt.

this causes pope to walk over to the other side of the bed and join the two of you on it. he softly grabs your hand and your mind is spinning. you don't know what's happening because just a few days ago you saw the two kissing like their life depended on it and now jj is making a pass at you and pope looks like he wants you too? what. the. fuck.

"this isn't how it was supposed to go. we wanted to make it romantic but... i really like you grace," pope utters "we both really like you. more than a friend and we're hoping maybe you like us too?" pope gushes all in one breath is a very pope-like fashion.

the confession makes your brain short circuit because this is all you have ever wanted. you peek a look over to jj and he's nodding with a surprisingly soft smile he's always typically reserved for you.

"you both like me?" you think you're still dreaming

"yeah princess. i've only like been in love with you for forever" jj smiles softly. your heart soars.

"and you both like each other too, right?" you ask wanting to hear it being admitted out loud so there's no room for miscommunication.

"yeah pretty girl," pope responds and the nickname makes you flush, thinking back to your dream. "it's called polyamory."

"and not like those cult religions where a dude has like 50 wives" jj cuts in. "pope gave me a thorough lecture in the difference between polyamory and polygamy"

"i know what polyamory is jj" you giggle with a roll of your eyes. you still don't think this is real.

"so we would all be dating? like together? you'll be my boyfriends and eachothers boyfriends and i'll be your girlfriend?"

"correct, if you want us" pope confirms.

"of course i fucking want you!" you shout a little louder than you intended. "i've been half in love with you since we kissed and i think i've always loved you jj. seeing the two of you together made me so jealous and then sad and then jealous again! so yes of course i want you!"

the boys give you blinding smiles, the worry of potentially ruining your friendship disappears.

you lean forward and grab both boys in front of you. pulling them in. you need to feel their touch and their heat just to prove to yourself this is real and not some fantasy you've created to process your emotions.

"please kiss me" you breathily ask, which prompts both boys to lean in to kiss you at the same time, effectively making them bonk heads. it makes you giggle at their clumsy eagerness. your giggles prompt them to share the laugh as they tenderly touch their heads.

jj kisses you first and you feel the cliche sparks and fireworks. like everything you've ever wanted want given to you with just one kiss.

"don't hog her!" pope whines and he gently pulls you away from jj so he can have a turn.

popes kiss is different but not less perfect. he takes your breath away and you've never felt more loved sitting here in between the two boys you care so much about.

"now whose hogging her!" jj grumbles and leans in to peck pope on the cheek.

this is going to be so much fun.

AHHH WHAT DID YOU THINK??? i'm having so much fun with this.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

WE NEED A SERIES ABOUT HOW SKZ ARE LIKE WHEN THEY'RE INTERESTED IN SOMEONE

i just read leeknow's version and I'm so interested! please consider making it a series 💖

Ooooooooh- okay okay!!!

This anon ask is what got the most popular views in my vote so welcome to the second post of March!!!

What a beautiful way to start the autumn season :)

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes and should not be taken seriously, this is for funsies.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 '𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲' 𝐘𝐨𝐮?

Bang Chan:

His Libra Moon/Mercury and Scorpio Venus means you have to be friends with him for him to develop a crush on you, he might think you're pretty from the moment he sees you but he has to build a rapport and establish a good 'vibe' before he even thinks about dating you.

Chris would be more giggly and physically affectionate than usual, he'd give you more compliments than he does his other friends...might even be more teasing or playful towards you.

He honestly seems like the type of man that would ask you out over Messenger but I hope he would take the time to confess his feelings to you in person.

'So...we've been friends for a while right? And I think you know that I like you more than a friend...so would you want to be something that's more than friends?'

Lee Know:

Lee Know's Sagittarius Moon/Scorpio Mercury and Venus indicates a slow...SLOW burn type of dynamic where he could be crushing on you for MONTHS and you wouldn't even notice.

The type to scrawl through your social media but would not even utter a single confession to your face until he can't take it anymore and he has to spill.

He would prefer to make the first move so he can think of a hundred different ways of how the scenario could go, he would put effort into showing care for you and then act nonchalant about it.

Lee Know is the type to pay for your coffee every time you're together and then act like it's a gesture he'd do for anyone (which we know he wouldn't).

'You don't know I like you??? I have liked you for months now, I bought you coffee all the time, I thought I was being obvious'

Seo Changbin:

Changbin's Virgo Venus and Leo Moon with Cancer Mercury also indicates he would probably show his attraction to you in an indirect manner because Virgo Venuses love to enjoy showing their attraction to you in the most quietly 'detailed' way.

Is the type to ask you about your workout routine or your favourite places to eat, he's also the type to keep a list in his phone of things you enjoy so he can ask about them later.

'So...you mentioned how you like guys that work out right? Does that mean you would like me when I workout?'

Hwang Hyunjin:

Hyunjin's Pisces Venus/ Virgo Moon (maybe)/Aries Mars indicates a man who's a true romantic and an impulsive one at that.

His fanciness for you would manifest in him being more giggly and physically affectionate with you, maybe casually rubbing your arm or welcoming you with a squishy hug.

Eventually, he'll reach a point where he's so overwhelmed and bursting with feelings...he just HAS to reveal them to you and his confession would make you feel like a Hollywood romantic drama.

'I have to tell you something and so I'm going to say it before I can't...I like you, I REALLY like you and I can't hide it anymore.'

Lee Felix/Han Jisung:

I'm combining these two together because they share both the same Venus and Mars signs with the exception of Han being a Pisces Moon and Felix being an Aries Moon.

They both would be the nervous type and Han might even be more shy with you than he would be with his other friends whilst Felix might be more conversational and maybe even to the point of annoying with how friendly and hyper he might be.

Han would be interested in understanding what your hobbies, values and desires are.

Felix would bring you gifts, offer you suggestions for songs to listen too and try and become invested in the hobbies you're interested in.

( I am watching Law and Order: SVU and I get why people have been invested in Olivia and Elliot for 25 years because they are both fine af!!!)

They would both be nervous and in fact might give you enough hints that they are interested in you to make the first move on them.

Han: 'So...if someone said that I like you...what would you think about that?'

Felix: 'Look...I don't know how else to say this but I...I like you and I don't know what to do about it'.

Kim Seungmin:

Seungmin's Cancer Moon and Virgo Mercury indicates a forthright but gentle way of expressing his feelings for you, sure he's sassy and a bit cheeky but his confession would still be romantic.

But definitely more straightforward than the others, people who have a Virgo Mercury don't like to sugar coat anything.

'Here's your coffee order, did I get it right?...I like you- I really, really like you and I wouldn't mind taking you out- just the two of us...if it's okay with you?'

Yang Jeongin:

Jeongin and him having an Aries Venus WITH a Mercury in Aquarius??? Friends pffft what friends?

Jeongin is too impatient to form a friendship with you and he's probably the type to openly admit his feelings for you in a calm and slightly non-chalant manner- like the true fuckboi he would be.

'You like me noona, I know you do because I want you even more so what are we waiting for? I want you to be mine'

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[b4tteryaciid]

Ghost likes to bake and cook food.

Its calming for him, no unexpected surprises. Sure he likes the spontaneous unexpectivity that comes with working in the military, but sometimes it becomes too much. When he's been in a contant stage of flight or fight for weeks and his limbs are so tense they're being held together by balls of rubber bands. When he's tired of eating bland and too crunchy and simletaniousy too squishy MREs. Sure he's taught himself to power through and had just been eating not for pleasure, just to keep himself alive but sometimes it gets to be too much. Sometimes the unpredictability and shit lackluster food makes those rubber bands snap. Then he's forced to take leave. When his body becomes so tired and he's been waking through water for months. Becoming increasingly miserable without realizing it that he's banished back to his dusty, unkempt flat by Price.

He knows that if he doesn't occupy himself with something he'll slip back into the depths again and won't come back up without Price dragging him back up. Back out of bed and out the front door. It happened before and he dreads for it to happen again, so he bakes cakes and cookies and complicated sweet treats and cooks big extravagant meals with so much food he could never eat it all himself. He loves the simplicity of it, or, rather, the predictability that comes with it. Reading the instructions on the side of the box or from a mom's blog online. Sometimes he doesn't even need instructions, he just knows what the outcome will be. And even if he doesnt, even if he's just trying something new, he knows he won't get in trouble for it. He knows it won't end up with someone being sent home in a box. He knows he'll just have to throw out the failed attempt and it'll all be okay.

He'd loved cooking from when he was little. Part of it might have been from his sorry excuse of a father forcing his son to make the family dinner because he was too drunk to do it. He didn't like to think of that though, it just made him angry again, but even back then, with everything going on in his life, he still loved the cooking. A part of it might have been that his father couldn't hurt him while he was cooking. Whether it be because he didn't want to disrupt his meal being made or because his son was holding a sharp glistening knife or armed with a sizzling pan, either was plausible. He cooked as much as he could because it kept him happy and he wouldn't be hurt while he did it. He didn't like to dwel on his introduction to cooking much considering why he cooked so much. He'd even taken culinary classes in high school before he ran away and he'd loved them. His culinary teacher saw this scared, violent kid in him and took him under her wing. She was the sweetest woman he'd even met and he hoped she was well. She even held him after school and helped him cook or had him help her clean. She'd even help him with his homework sometimes or she just let him sleep until she had to go home and so did he. She might not of known it, or, maybe she did, she was a smart woman, but she was saving his life. Saving him from his hell at home. She was the main person to thank for his love of the culinary arts, he would tear up thinking about her kindness even to this day.

When he and Johnny had gotten together, even not officially, he'd started making food for him. The entire 141 had bonded at this point and he'd even started making food for Gaz too, and, obviously, Price. One week they'd all managed to snag leave at the same time and Ghost had seazed the opertunity, inviting them all to his flat to spoil them rotten. He knew he was going to cook like a madman and would love people he trusted amd cared for to eat it, so, he made a huge meal. Even made some recipes from everyone's childhoods, learning to make some Scottish dishes and Gaz's favorite stew of his mom's and Prices grandmother's cookies. They'd all feasted and crashed in the living room around the TV with something playing. Soap and Gaz had picked it and he wasn't watching much of it anyways.

Hed gotten so many compliments that night that his face was a deep shade of crimson from them all. He was so thankfull that his stress hobby actually provided some joy to someone other than himself. They'd challange him with making different dishes and would ask him to make things for them sometimes and it made him feel so validated. So what if the 141 regularly scheduled leave together and stayed at Ghosts flat?

[writingforstraykids]

I always see you

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 4048

Summary: After their break Minho isn't quite happy with his currently gained weight. Struggling to accept himself, his friends make it worse by pointing out the changes of his body lovingly and teasingly. Chan tries to figure out what's wrong, but it takes a while until Minho lets him.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, weight gain, minho hates the sight of himself, gets called soft, squishy, cute, etc. for it, minho collapses at the gym

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Minho stands before the mirror, his eyes tracing the new curves and edges of his body. It's not new, this version of himself that greets him in the morning, but he never likes it. The changes their long break caused are undeniable: his cheeks fuller, his midsection softer. Each glance brings a new fresh wave of discomfort, a stark contrast to the image he had of himself just months ago. The many weeks of freedom had been very beneficial for his mental health but the lack of work, stress and hours of practice made his body soften, all the food rounding his edges. 

He inhales shakily, fingers hesitating, then presses into the softness at his belly. The texture feels so different to what he's been used to. Minho sighs, the sound as heavy as the thoughts clouding his mind. This isn't just a physical change, it's a whole shift in how he sees himself and what he thinks others will see now. 

He pulls one of Chan's shirts over his head, relaxing a little at the way it falls around his body. Chan's broader than him, there's no chance he'll fill it out the same as Chan with his shoulders and trained arms. Minho forces himself downstairs, the scent of breakfast making his stomach growl already. He swallows hard and slips into his chair next to Chan who's talking to Seungmin next to him. 

Chan's hand finds his thighs and Minho relaxes at the simple but soothing touch. He reaches for some water and leans back in his chair after, smiling as Chan turns to him. “Hey there,” Chan whispers, leaning in for a kiss. 

“Hey,” Minho says softly, a genuine smile tugging at his lips as they kiss. “You slept okay?” he asks, gently brushing back his hair, fingers running through the soft curls. 

“Yeah, missed you though,” he confesses. Minho said something about not sleeping well lately and not wanting to wake him up so they decided to sleep separately. 

“I'm sorry,” Minho whispers, swallowing hard. He's sleeping just fine but the thought of Chan clinging to him, hands wandering over his body isn't as soothing as it usually would be. He'd notice. 

“Are you two done being all loving that early in the morning?” Hyunjin teases and Minho redirects his attention to the table. 

Chan hands him waffles Felix made and reaches for the orange juice. “You want some?” he asks and his boyfriend nods politely. 

“Thank you,” he smiles, as Chan pours him a glass. 

“You're welcome, baby,” he smiles brightly. 

“Why is Minho hyung getting served breakfast and not me?” Jeongin chimes in teasingly. Minho giggles and takes the first bite. He bites back a moan, tasting the perfectly fluffy waffle. 

“Who can blame him? Have you seen how cute Minho looks lately?” Jisung asks and Chan laughs. 

“Lately?” he wonders. 

“Look at his cheeks,” he tells him and gently pokes Minho's cheek. “They're so squishy, it's so cute,” he giggles and the room erupts in laughter.

The comment was meant in good humor, but scraped against Minho’s insecurities like sandpaper. His smile remains, but his eyes don't meet his friends’. He slowly lowers his fork and reaches for the juice instead, hand stopping mid-air before reaching for the water. Chan notices and frowns softly. “You're okay?” he asks quietly, only for them to hear. 

“Yeah, just not really hungry,” he lies with a brave smile. He subconsciously pulls at his shirt, trying to mask the softness that settled around his middle. Minho catches himself searching for signs of judgment in the eyes of his friends whenever they look at him. The mere possibility of them thinking ill of him makes him sick to the core. 

Minho’s struggle with his self-image continues long after the breakfast table has been cleared and the last jokes have faded into the background. The comments about his cheeks, meant lightly, linger in his mind like echoes in a hollow room. Minho can't shake off the heavy blanket of insecurity that has settled over him.

He finds himself back in front of the mirror again and swallows hard, meeting his reflection. His thighs look thicker than usually, his arms feel soft and he hesitantly pinches his cheeks. Tears well up in his eyes as he crawls back into bed and curls up beneath the blanket. 

A gentle knock at the door startles him and only seconds later Chan's inside. “Hey, kitten,” he says softly. “Want some cuddles?”

“Not really,” he lies, his whole body craving to be held by Channie. 

“Oh,” Chan nods and chews on his lower lip. “You're okay?”

“Yeah.” Another lie. 

“...Are we okay?” he asks timidly, the sound feeling like a punch to the stomach for Minho. 

“Yeah, we're okay,” he whispers and can tell his boyfriend's relaxing. “I just need some space, I'm sorry.”

“It's okay,” Chan assures him. “You know where to find me if you need something.”

“Mhm,” he hums softly and curls up further into himself. “Channie?” he asks, but it's too late as he's already gone. “I love you,” he whispers, hot tears pooling in his eyes. 

The room feels too large, too empty as Minho buries himself deeper under the covers, his heart aching with a pain that seems to seep into his bones. The silence left in Chan’s wake is deafening, and Minho is left alone with his swirling thoughts and escalating fears. The words of comfort he longs to hear are absent, replaced by the echoes of his own insecurities that replay in his mind like a broken record.

The day drags on painfully slow. Minho spends hours just lying there, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his mind replaying every moment that morning when he felt judged, whether it was real or imagined. The light-hearted comments at breakfast, the shared laughter—all of it now feels like subtle digs at his changing appearance.

As the sun begins to set, painting the room with hues of orange and pink, Minho realizes he can't stay hidden forever. He needs to face his fears, his friends, and most importantly, Chan. Pulling himself from the bed, he washes his face, avoiding his reflection in the mirror, not ready to face himself just yet.

Walking into the living room, he finds Chan there, lost in a book. The sight of him, so relaxed and content, stirs a mix of emotions in Minho—envy, longing, and love. Chan looks up, his expression changing instantly from calm to concerned as he takes in Minho’s appearance.

“Hey,” Chan says softly, setting his book aside. “You look like you could use this more than I could,” he gestures to the spot next to him on the couch.

Minho hesitates, but the inviting warmth in Chan’s eyes is too much to resist. He sits beside Chan, maintaining a small gap between them, a physical manifestation of the emotional distance he feels.

Chan respects the space for a moment, then speaks. “Minho, talk to me. Whatever it is, we can figure it out together.”

“I can't,” he shakes his head. 

“Why?” Chan asks patiently. 

“I…I've changed,” he says, avoiding Chan's confused look. 

“Changed?” he asks. 

“Yeah.”

Minho’s eyes fill with tears and Chan moves closer, bridging the gap between them. “We all change, Minho. It’s part of life. But those changes don’t define us. They’re just... part of our story. And my story isn’t complete without you in it,” he tries his best, not really knowing the true issue at hand. 

The simplicity and truth of Chan’s words wash over Minho, bringing a sense of peace he hasn’t felt in days. He leans into Chan, resting his head on Chan’s shoulder, allowing himself to feel the support and love he’s been denying himself. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away,” Minho murmurs.

Chan wraps an arm around him, pulling him closer. “It’s okay. I’m here, whenever you’re ready.”

They sit in silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon, the sky a canvas of colors that slowly fade into twilight. 

-

On a breezy afternoon, Minho and the others arrive at the television studio, ready for their guest appearance on a popular show that was famous for putting celebrities on the spot with unexpectedly personal questions. The friendship among the group is evident as they joke and laugh, trying to ease their nerves before facing the unpredictable host and live audience.

As the show begins, the host greets them warmly, his booming voice setting a lively tone. The studio is abuzz with excitement, fans cheering as the camera showcases each member's face. The host begins with light, easy questions about recent projects and upcoming plans, allowing the group to settle in and get comfortable with the format.

However, the atmosphere shifts as the host transitions to more personal inquiries, a segment known for revealing responses and creating memorable TV moments. The questions range from their living habits to romantic lives, pushing the boundaries of what they usually shared publicly.

They handle the questions with humor and grace, skillfully navigating the trickier topics. But the tension ratchets up when the host turns the conversation toward a lighter, yet subtly challenging question, “Who among you would you say is the cutest?”

Instantly, the members burst into laughter, playfully pointing at Minho. “Definitely Minho,” Chan declares, his statement echoed by nods and chuckles from the others.”But, I'm biased,” he winks at Minho who flashes him a shy smile. 

“Yes, have you seen his cheeks? Absolutely pinchable!” Felix adds, his comment drawing laughter from the audience.

Seungmin chimes in, his tone teasing but affectionate, “And don’t get us started on his soft tummy and those thick thighs, he’s the cutest!”

“Minho's one of the best people to cuddle with,” Jisung agrees. 

While the audience find these comments amusing, laughing and clapping at the banter, Minho forces a smile, feeling a familiar sting of insecurity. His cheeks burn, not from flattery, but from embarrassment. Though he knows his members meant no harm, the focus on his physical attributes in such a public setting reignited the deep-seated insecurities about his body image.

The host, sensing a hit with the audience, decides to dig deeper. “Oh, really? That sounds adorable! Minho, how do you feel about being the ‘cutest’ in such a... unique way?”

Minho clears his throat, searching for the right words. “I guess it’s nice to be appreciated,” he replies, his voice slightly strained, hoping to steer the conversation away from his body.

The show continues, with other members discussing their own quirks and stories, but Minho grows quieter. He laughs at the right moments and answers when spoken to, but his responses are brief, his mind replaying the earlier comments.

After the recording ends and the cameras stops rolling, the group retreats to their dressing room. Minho is unusually silent, keeping his distance. Chan notices Minho’s subdued mood and follows him to a corner of the room.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chan asks gently, concern evident in his voice.

Minho sighs, the weight of his emotions visible. “I don’t know, Chan. I just felt really put on the spot out there.”

Chan nods, his expression understanding. “I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have drawn attention to you like that. I just worried that if I didn't say my boyfriend's the cutest people would think we'd be fighting.”

“I know, love,” he sighs softly. “I wasn't talking about you.”

“Oh, you meant the others? When they said why you're cute?” he asks and Minho nods slowly. “But they have a point, you know? Your cheeks are so cute and I love how they get so adorably squishy when you smile. I love your thighs, I don't think we have to talk about that. And yeah, your stomach got so soft, it's adorable,” Chan says and Minho blinks at him timidly.

“So…you agree with them?” he asks quietly and Chan glances through the room, distracted by a sudden shout. 

He doesn't see the desperation in Minho's eyes as he answers. “Yeah, I mean, you're cute and I love all that about you,” he says, not seeing Minho's face fall, anxiety clouding his features. 

“Yeah, I - uhm - I'll be back,” he stammers, quickly walking to the bathroom, barely noticing Chan scolding two of their friends. Shit. His own boyfriend thinks of him like that as well.

Minho rushes to the sanctuary of the bathroom, the cool tile against his skin grounding him as he leans against the sink. His heart races, a chaotic drumbeat echoing the turmoil in his mind. Chan's words replay over and over, each repetition a sharp twist of the knife of insecurity that had already dug deep into his self-esteem.

Inside the small, dimly lit room, Minho stares into the mirror, his eyes tracing the contours of his face and body that Chan had described with such casual affection. But where Chan sees cuteness, Minho sees only flaws magnified by his own harsh judgment and now, seemingly confirmed by the person whose opinion matters most. The disparity between how he views himself and how Chan claims to view him creates nothing but doubt in his heart.

Trying to stifle the rising panic, Minho takes deep breaths, attempting to focus on the reality of the situation rather than the distorted thoughts fueled by his insecurities. He tells himself that Chan loves him, that his words were meant in fondness, not critique. But the warmth that should have accompanied such assurances feels cold and distant now.

After several minutes alone, battling his inner demons, Minho washes his face, the cold water a sharp wake-up call to the emotions he needed to manage before facing the others again. With a final glance at his reflection, he squares his shoulders and steps out, attempting to mask the inner fight with a calm demeanor.

Back in the dressing room, the atmosphere had shifted. The earlier craziness had been replaced by calmness as the members sensed the tension. Chan immediately notices Minho’s return, his expression one of concern mixed with confusion.

“Minho, are you okay?” Chan approaches, reaching out but stopping short of touching, as if unsure whether his comfort is welcome.

Minho nods, not trusting his voice. His mind is still racing, not just from the comments on the show, but now more painfully from Chan’s unintentional confirmation of those.

“I’m sorry if what I said upset you. I didn’t mean it to sound the way it did,” Chan said earnestly, his eyes searching Minho’s for forgiveness.

Minho manages a small smile, appreciating the apology but still feeling the sting. “It’s not just you,” he admits. “It’s hearing it said out loud, on TV, and then... it just feels like everyone sees me that way.”

Chan’s face softens. “Minho, to me, and to all of us, you’re perfect. And if anything we say makes you feel less than amazing, then we need to fix that, because you deserve to feel loved and secure.”

Chan sounds sincere, and Minho feels a warmth begin to break the icy hold of his fear around his heart. “Thanks, Chan. I just need some time to process this, I think.”

“Of course,” Chan agrees, giving him space. “We’re all here for you, whenever you’re ready.”

-

One morning, a few days later, Minho wakes up earlier than usual, his sleep restless and disturbed by thoughts of dissatisfaction with his physical self. The mirror is no kinder at dawn than at any other time, reflecting back a version of himself he still struggles to accept. With a determined breath, he decides to take a more active approach. He knows that Chan has always maintained a consistent workout routine, even during their break, his discipline unwavering.

Minho walks quietly into the kitchen where Chan is already up, probably preparing for his morning jog. The kitchen smells of coffee, and the early light filters in softly through the curtains. Chan, noticing Minho’s early appearance, looks up with a smile that’s both questioning and welcoming.

“Morning,” Minho starts, his voice a little more than a whisper. “Can we talk?”

“Of course, what’s up?” Chan nods, focusing fully on him. 

Minho takes a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I’ve been thinking... I want to start working out again. Seriously. And I was wondering if... if you could help me? Maybe go to the gym together?” His voice is hopeful yet tense, the weight of his request more significant than the words might suggest.

Chan’s response is immediate and supportive as always. “Sure, kitten. I’d love to help you out. When do you want to start?”

“Maybe today?” Minho suggests, a bit hastily, driven by a surge of motivation that he fears might dissolve if given too much time to think.

“Today it is,” Chan agrees with a nod, his tone encouraging. “We’ll take it easy, start slow, and find a pace that feels right for you.”

The decision made, Minho feels a brief flicker of relief, quickly followed by anxiety. He’s committed now, no turning back.

By the time they arrive at the gym, Minho’s as excited as nervous. It's been ages since he joined Channie here. Chan leads the way, guiding Minho through the initial stretches and warm-up routines. 

They start on some light cardio, and Chan keeps the conversation light, sharing stupid little stories and ensuring Minho’s mind is engaged and his body correctly paced. But as they move on to weight training, Minho, feeling a rush of determination, begins to push himself harder. He adds more weight than Chan advises, his thoughts fixated on erasing the softness that has become his focus of discontent.

“Take it slow, Min. There’s no rush,” Chan tries, noting the strain on Minho’s face.

“I’m okay,” Minho insists, gritting his teeth as he lifts, the muscles in his arms trembling with the effort.

But the desire to see immediate change, to regain some control over his body, drives him to ignore the signs of fatigue that begin to creep up on him. He moves from one exercise to the next, increasing the intensity despite Chan’s growing concerns.

“Minho, that’s enough,” Chan finally steps in firmly after Minho bypasses his recommended weights yet again. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Minho’s next lift is shaky; his arms quiver violently as he tries to bench press more than he's handled in months. As he struggles to lift, a wave of dizziness washes over him. The room tilts, his vision blurs, and suddenly, the weight feels like it doubles. Chan reacts quickly, stepping in to re-rack the weights, but Minho’s strength gives out. He collapses onto the bench, his breath ragged, his body surrendering to the exhaustion and strain.

Chan is immediately by his side, his voice laced with worry. “Minho! Are you okay? Talk to me, baby.”

Lying on the bench, Minho’s breaths come fast and hard. He closes his eyes, fighting the nausea and the embarrassment that floods through him. “I... I'm sorry,” he manages to say, his voice weak.

“We need to get you checked out,” Chan insists, but Minho shakes his head.

“Just... just give me a minute,” he pleads, needing a moment to gather himself.

Chan nods, visibly concerned, and sits down next to him, offering silent support. Minho’s breathing gradually slows, and the dizziness subsides, leaving behind a sobering realization of his limits.

After a few minutes, Minho sits up, his body still echoing with the aftermath of his collapse. “I’m sorry, Chan. I just wanted to... I don’t know what I wanted.”

Chan’s response is gentle but firm. “You don’t have to push yourself to prove anything, Minho. It’s okay to take time, to build back up at a pace that’s healthy. Let’s just focus on that, okay?” Minho's eyes brim with tears and before he can stop himself a sob ripples through his chest. Chan looks up in shock, surging forward and pulling him into a tight hug. “No, baby, I'm sorry, it's okay. I'm not mad,” he rambles worriedly, holding him tight. 

“I'm sorry,” Minho sobs and Chan's not quite sure what he's apologizing for. 

“Shh, I got you, Minnie,” he promises soothingly, kissing his hair. “I'm here, baby.”

“I-I lied,” he admits. “I said I'm fine but I'm so not fine,” he tells him through tears. 

“What's wrong, hm? You can tell me,” Chan encourages him gently. 

“I just… I feel so out of place in my own body. Every comment, every look—it feels like a critique. I thought if I pushed hard enough today, if I could just start looking the way I used to, maybe I’d feel better about myself. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so… so disgusting,” Minho confesses, his voice breaking under the weight of his insecurities.

Chan tightens his embrace, his heart aching at Minho’s words. “Minnie, you’re not disgusting. You’re not any of the negative things you think about yourself. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling this way, and I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel like you need to change anything about yourself. I love you, just the way you are, always.”

They sit in silence for a while, Chan holding Minho as he cries, letting out all the pent-up emotions he had been holding back. Gradually, Minho's sobs subside, and he feels a sense of relief having shared his deepest fears with Chan.

“Thank you,” Minho whispers, feeling a bit lighter. “I guess I’ve been so scared of not meeting everyone’s expectations, including my own, that I’ve been pushing myself too hard.”

Chan nods, helping Minho to stand up. “Let’s take things slow, okay? We’ll work on a plan that feels good for you, no rush or unrealistic goals. And we'll focus on how you feel, not just how you look. Your health, both mental and physical, is what’s most important.”

Minho nods, feeling grateful for Chan’s understanding and support. They decide to leave the gym for the day, focusing instead on recovery and rest. 

-

Gradually, Minho’s perception begins to shift. The mirror no longer feels like an enemy, but a tool to observe and appreciate the natural evolution of his body. The softness he once viewed with disdain became a sign of the life he had lived, the meals enjoyed with friends, the nights spent curled up with Chan, safe and loved.

Their journey wasn’t without its setbacks. There were days when old insecurities crept back, whispering unwelcome thoughts into Minho’s mind. But now, armed with new coping strategies and supported by Chan’s unwavering love, Minho faced each challenge with a resilience that grew stronger over time.

Through it all, Minho’s relationship with his body transformed. It became less about what he saw in the mirror and more about what he felt within. With Chan by his side, he rediscovered confidence, not just in his physical self, but in his emotional and mental resilience.

One evening, as they are getting ready for bed, Minho stands in front of the mirror again. This time, however, the reflection he sees is different. Not because his body had changed significantly, but because his perception had.

“I’m okay with this,” Minho says softly, tracing the same curves and edges he used to criticize. Chan, standing behind him, wraps his arms around Minho’s waist and rests his chin on Minho’s shoulder.

“You’re more than okay; you’re amazing,” Chan whispers, kissing Minho’s cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

Minho leans back into Chan’s embrace, a smile spreading across his face. For the first time in a long time, he believes those words. He was learning to love himself again, and with Chan by his side, he felt unstoppable, ready to face whatever challenges came next, knowing he was enough, exactly as he was. “I think I’m finally starting to feel like myself again,” he murmurs.

Chan squeezes his hand, a silent vow echoing in the simple gesture. “I always see you, Minho. And I always love who I see.”

In the end, Minho realized that the journey to self-acceptance wasn’t about returning to who he was before but about embracing who he was now and who he was becoming. Each day brought new challenges, but also new opportunities to love himself a little more, supported by Chan’s love, which remained constant like the horizon—always present, no matter the changes in the landscape.

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[kurinhimenezu]

Daily Bread - Abel HH

A/N: They're adults! Everyone is of age! Before people go crazy on me.

I had a dream that Abel is a baker boy. Baking bread and selling them in an old fashioned brick building with brick stone ovens with his family. So here it is! Enjoy!

CW: implied age gap, no beta read, mutual pining

There he is again, on the dot!

You smiled to yourself as you jogged by the bakery, trying to look nonchalant. It’s all routine by now, run every morning then circle back to go inside for a ’quick snack’ so you can chat up the cute guy who always opens the bakery.

It doesn’t help that the pastries are literally heavenly. Soft and flakey and the cakes are to die for, it feels like you’re at the pearly gates every time you get a mouthful of their danishes with the jelly on top. You always make sure to buy at least a pack of their pastry of the day.

At this point, the jogging was necessary.

The bell jingled as you entered the bakery, inhaling the scent of freshly baked bread.

“Hi Abel! What do you have for me this morning?”

Abel smiles, popping up from the counter with a grin, “Hey you! You’re just in time! I just made this”

You watched with rapt attention as he pulls out a steaming tray of what looks like a rolled bun pastry but with meat in the middle.

“Oooohh..looks good!” And it does! Buttery roll buns and the steam rolling off of it in waves looks mouthwatering.

Abel smiled softly at your compliment, carefully wrapping the meat bun and handing it to you over the counter.

You kept your squealing inside as you felt his fingers brush against yours. Calming down, you blew on the meat bun to cool it off before taking a bite.

The lamb meat is filled with flavour you couldn’t describe; the bread is soft and buttery that compliments the meat making you take another bite. And another. And another bite.

A light chuckle beside you jolts you out of your daydreaming.

Abel walked around the counter to watch you eat his creation with a grin on his face. “How is it?”

You quickly swallowed and wipe off the leftover crumbs from your face. “Eh..you know…it’s not so bad”

You feel a blush creep up your neck to your face at seeing Abel’s grin morph into a smirk.

You could feel your heart hammering against your chest as he leaned close. Damn, you never realized how tall Abel was until right this minute. He always looked so soft and inviting with that adorable chipped grin on his face.

Now or never.

“A-Abel..? I uhm…D-Do you-?”

The both of you jumped when a metal tray slammed itself on the counter.

“Move it, Abel! We have other customers other than your little girlfriend” Cain, Abel’s older and rougher brother.

Cain was taller than Abel, leaner, shaggy hair and piercing eyes that's glaring daggers at his younger brother.

Though, he didn’t look too intimidating with flowery printed oven mitts on.

“R-right! Sorry!” Abel quickly reverted back to his squishy self, hopping over the counter to quickly restock the buns.

You smiled, finding a table to continue eating the meat bun as you watch Abel ring up the early morning customers.

Abel sighs as he walked back to your table, a little embarrassed at being called out by his brother in front of you. If his dad finds out he’ll probably laugh hard enough to cough up a rib.

“Sorry about that…so uhm…do you want the bag of meat buns today? Or something else?”

Laughing a bit, you threw away the wrapper at a nearby bin before pulling out your wallet. “It’s okay! I’ll take the meat buns…they’re really good and I’d like some for a snack later”

Abel waved goodbye as you left the bakery with the bag of goods. Once the door closed, he sighs, rummaging through the bin to find the wrap you threw away. The crumpled paper with his phone number mocking him with how close yet so far he got.

Cain chuckled, patting his back hard.

“Maybe next time loser”

Abel groaned, crumpling the wrapper and slamming it into the trash.

Adam watched from the back as his eldest's smirk fell into a sneer when he turned his back to the ovens. He knew both his boys like that girl. Only a matter of time till one of them gets to her.

He grinned, looking back at his laptop. Numbers and sales on the screen reflecting in his glasses.  

Not unless he gets to the her first.

Sleazy Adam my beloved <3 I couldn't resist not including him

[monikahmakes]

I love your paper stone landscapes! Would you mind sharing more about the process for constructing the stones or what they look like before you carve into them?

Took me long enough, but I'm finally going to answer this!

I start with a piece of thin cardboard (behold my fine local Microcenter advertisement!) and a big pile of scrap paper torn into small pieces. I mix up my paint- usually acrylic with added white glue or gel medium to get it to stick more firmly, but I've used latex paint, other glues and mediums, or basically whatever's around.

I brush on a thick layer of paint, then lay down a small piece of paper, then brush on more paint, taking care to smooth and adhere it firmly without bubbles. I use my crappiest old paintbrushes, because you really have to mash it down and ruin your bristles. Then I just keep layering, overlapping pieces of paper and changing colors of paint when I feel like it, until I have a rough lump maybe half an inch high at its highest point.

I let the lump dry overnight, then trim the edges and cut the lump into carving-sized pieces with a utility knife while it's still pretty soft inside. I let the pieces dry for another few days, until they aren't palpably squishy any more- the paint needs to be dry all the way through, or it won't carve neatly.

I carve my chunks down using a sharp knife, a little chunk of wood as a platform, and a cutproof glove, because I'm clumsy. I have to sharpen my knife CONSTANTLY because of how badly the dense paper dulls it. Sometimes, if the piece is thick or I hit a spot that isn't fully dry, I'll do a rough carve and let it dry longer before finishing.

I make organic shapes with both curves and angular facets, trying to highlight the best patterns inside it, and I figure I'm done when all the surfaces are smooth and I like the way it looks.

As I'm carving, I produce these beautiful little curls of stripy paper-composite. The nicer pieces that don't fall apart are carefully set aside to make things like this. The messier ones get recycled into paper pulp for sculptural projects.

There should probably be another step- sealing the surface of the carved item to protect it from damage and moisture- but I haven't yet found a sealant that doesn't darken the color and change the finish in ways I really don't like. It's a shame, because I think these would make lovely jewelry, but they're just too delicate to be worn casually. But my experiments are still ongoing, when I get around to them- I'm always trying to do too many things at once.

Thanks for asking!

[anticanonsposts]

hiiiiii I loveddd ur post abt high konig, could you maybe write a fic where its the readers first time trying it?

(ur page is like so good i luv it)

hi!!! literally thank you so much, it truly means so much to me that people are enjoying my blog <3333

per request here is a version of a previous fic about König's first time trying an edible and then fucking you silly, now it's the readers turn!!

cw: obvi (legal) drug use, (don't do drugs unless they're legal, safe, and you are of age <3), sex p in v, oral m receiving, porn w/ a little plot, pining, overstimulation, nastiness <3

wc: 2,000+

nsfw below the cut, you know the drill-mdni interact

“Hey König…” you cooed to your boyfriend who was sitting at the desk in your room, flipping through a book while you lounged on the bed. He returns your gaze, brows slightly furrowed, he recognizes your playful tone, knowing you're about to ask him something naughty. 

“I was thinking..” you continue standing up from the bed and making your way over to him, dancing your fingertips across his shoulders. “That I wanted to try having sex…after I take an edible gummy.” 

“Edible? Aren’t all gummies edible?? Ohhhh, like marijuana!” he replies back briefly running in mental circles as he puts the pieces together. His English is obviously very good but sometimes he takes things more literally/more at face value. “Of course I’d need your consent now since you would be inebriated and if you ever want to stop you need to tell me.” he adds taking on a more serious tone, whenever consent was being discussed he had no room for lightheartedness or joking, he took consent VERY seriously. 

“Yes, I am consenting now to have sex with you while you are sober and I am high, and both of us have the option to stop at any point.” you reply, taking his hands in yours.

“Ok.” is all he responds with but he’s smiling so wide and there is a bright gleam in his eyes. He truly loves to try new things with you, especially when it makes you so happy. 

So you go and grab your packet of gummies and pop one into your mouth. Then you suggest a shower to König since it will take about 30 minutes for the edible to kick in. Showering together is always such a treat. You get to be in a nice warm, wet environment while your own personal giant just beams down at you with nothing but adoration and enamor in his eyes. He loved these showers just as equally, his hands never leaving your soft, supple body, constantly pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

After you both got out and dried off, you opted to just stay naked and lay with each other until you initiated more physical contact. He laid down on his back and you were draped on your side, the side of your face resting on his chest, slowly rising and falling. You could tell he was already getting a little worked up, I mean come on you were laying on him completely naked. As more and more minutes passed you felt your brain get a little fuzzy and it sort of felt like everything was moving slower. You realize you are absentmindedly massaging his abdomen with one of your hands you start to feel a buzz in between your legs, only made worse when you look down and see König’s growing dick, now completely pressed against his stomach. His poor tip furiously leaking, he was being so kind and patient with you, waiting ever so tranquil for you to make the next move. 

Now, completely feeling the effects of the edible kicking in your entire body buzzes with excitement. Moving yourself to sit up a bit more, you start tracing kisses along his neck and chest, slow and purposeful kisses. Your inebriated mind could still have cheeky thoughts. You figured, since he was going to be nothing but patient with you, you might as well tease him. Now climbing on top of him, his hands immediately go to your lower half, shamelessly groping your hips and butt. You loved how he was able to grab so much of you with just one of his hands. Giving you soft squishies and gropes and you start to move your hips back and forth, not even realizing what you were doing. 

Then getting a wicked idea, you reposition yourself slightly so that your now puffy and dripping core is gliding up and down his dick. Earning several whimpers from him, his grip on you tightened. Giving him a small chuckle you give him one last sloppy kiss, sloppy enough that when you pull away there is a line of spit connecting your mouths. Shimmying down between his legs with the biggest shit eating grin you have ever given him. You take his length into your hand and start to pump his base gently. Then before he could give any objection that you didn’t have to give him head since you were high or that he could go down on you first if you’d prefer. But you successfully cut him off by leaving open mouthed kisses all along his shaft, purposefully avoiding his ever leaking tip. Giggling to yourself you finally take his head in your mouth, first giving a little swirl of your tongue before bobbing up and down only on his tip while pumping the rest of him. 

His cute face completely flushed, eyebrows furrowed, and panting as he looked down at you. Murmurs of praise leaving his lips, as one of his hands gently came to rest on your head. The sight in front of you just made you giggle more which made him feel more vibrations on his dick. Releasing him from your mouth with a wet pop, still palming his tip you ask, “Does that feel good baby?” in a sing-song voice as you trace kisses up his thigh.

“Oh my god Hase.” is all he can say back. He knows you’re teasing him, he knows exactly what you’re doing, but he cannot will himself to move you faster, its torture, but its blissful torture. You then continued your bobbing, each time taking more and more of him in your mouth and pumping what you couldn't reach with your hand. Snaking your other down, you start to gently massage his balls, and the combination of all these movements causes him to buck his hips into you, which only motivates you. You continue your motions until you hear his breathing get faster and his voice and whimpers grow higher and higher. Then when he warns you that he is about to cum, you speed up even faster, making him absolutely lose his mind. Tasting his cum sputter onto your tongue, you carefully swallow around him, knowing that it drives him insane. But you don’t stop there. 

You pop him out of your mouth and quickly wrap both of your hands around his shaft, pumping him almost aggressively at this point. You also make sure to prop your elbows against his thighs so that he cannot close his legs. 

“Liebe liebe liebe liebe!!!! Please…oh my go—-” is all he manages to get out as his body starts to thrash a bit from side to side, completely overwhelmed with all the stimulation you were giving him. 

“Liebling I came I came please!” he mustered out again, pleading with you, his eyes full of desperation. It hurt so good but it also felt so good. Right now you were nothing but an evil little minx trying to break him down to his very core of desperation. 

Finally, mercifully you stop pumping him, but torture him a little more by licking his dick clean, then tonguing your way up his chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all along his abdomen. 

At this point you were beyond giddy with yourself, very proud of what you’ve been able to do so far, but now of course your core was aching for any sort of stimulation. 

Losing a little bit of his gentle touch, König practically hauls your body up so that you are once again straddling him. His greedy lips pull you in with his mouth and he presses a firm hand to the middle of your back so that your torsos are pressed together. Giving him a mischievous look he quickly says, “No no no, how about you ride my fingers instead first hmmm?” He knew that his dick needed a break and that if he was able to redirect your attention to something else, you would soon get lost in it. Not to mention the fact that he really preferred not to be inside of you so quickly, without giving you a proper warm up. 

Giving him a contented humm he repositions himself so that he is sitting up more. Then, gently he takes two of his fingers and glides them through your folds toying with your clit ever so slightly, using his other hand to hold your hip in place. Finally when he pushed his digits up into you, making you gasp, you just felt so good, too good. Leaning forward, you pressed your chest against his and started to kiss him, moaning into his mouth. Soon you found a rhythm together, you bouncing and grinding into his hand, his other hand guiding you, and your mouths just devouring each other. 

He curls his hands so perfectly so that he hits your g-spot while his palm brushes against your clit over and over again. Feeling yourself get more desperate you pull away from him with a pleading look in your eyes. 

“Do you wanna lay down?” he asks softly, smiling. You do as suggested and lay down on your back, spreading your legs as he kneels in front of you. 

“Please fuck me” you say through half lidded eyes. He could do nothing but rake his eyes up and down your body. You were so perfect and kind to him and he truly liked this experience. Your high state made you more focused on your needs and pleasure. You allowed yourself to feel and react more naturally, and he is loving it. 

Leaning forward he cages you in under his arms, bracing them on either side of you and envelopes your mouth in hungry kisses. After a little whining he finally kisses down your neck as he lines himself up with your entrance. You let out a gasp as his tip enters you and he slowly eases his entire length into you. 

“Oh my god…fuck König, it feels so good, I feel so full” you murmur to him, faces inches away from each other. In return, he starts to give you slow, dragging thrusts. 

“Would you like me to go faster y/n?” he asks as he uses his fingertips to turn your chin toward him so that you are looking him in the eyes.

“Yes, yes faster please” you reply nodding up at him not breaking the eye contact which just about finished him off right there. But he took a deep breath and sped up his pace, snaking one hand between the two of you to rub circles around your clit. 

After several minutes you cling to his neck and shoulders, letting out a slew of whimpers and moans. 

“Please, please…I’m s’close…please” is all you are able to get out before he gives you a grin and angles his hips so he is hitting even deeper inside of you.

This is what does it for you. Wide eyed, brow furrowed, with your mouth agape you let out the prettiest, hottest moans he thinks he’s ever heard. “Cum around me shatz, please, let me feel you. I’ve got you, I’ve got you just let go.” is all he has to mutter for you to let go. 

“Oh fuck, König! I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming. AA-OOhh my god!” you choke out as he continues his pace and fucks you through your orgasm, now chasing his own high. But for some reason, your orgasm wasn’t stopping, it just kept going, for longer than it normally does. In your drunken state you were still able to connect this to the edible you took. 

“Oh my god shatz, fuck! I’m going to cum darling, where do you want me?” König gasped out, clearly losing any resolve he has left. 

“In me! In me please, I wanna feel you, please cum in me baby please.” you respond although still stuck in the seemingly never ending orgasm you smile through your words. Your smile and half lidded look into his eyes is the last nail in the coffin for him and with a sputter of his thrusts he explodes inside of you, groaning into your ear in the ways that you love so much. 

Then, finally you feel your orgasm start to dwindle down as he slows down his movements, before completely pulling out of you and bringing you to lay on your side next to him.  

“I love you.” is all you are able to whisper to him as he pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms completely around you, legs tangled together, your hands coming up to cradle his face. 

“I love you more.” he replies, pressing his lips to yours once more. 

Needless to say your first time having sex while high was a success, and the two of you will be doing it much more often.

hehe tysm for reading, if you like this don't be shy hehe, check out my other content. also reminder that I am taking requests idc how niche they are, please feel free to ask if there's anything you'd like to see!

[oikasugayama]

Can I request a brief from Tachihara? I don't add any plot, I don't want to seem so demanding :(Ps: I love your work:)

thank you so much!! it's not demanding to have ideas or ask for things i promise <3

you know, i was thinking about this on the way home... tachihara... when he's a bit drunk and when he's with his girl and some Black Lizard subordinates at the bar, he gets handsy.

it's a different culture, almost. your companions don't freak out or glare or tell him off for what he does under the table, instead they smirk and chuckle and make half-assed comments about how they wish their girlfriend was here right now.

and what is it that tachihara does under the table to make them say this? oh he's absolutely going to town on your cunt.

he has you pulled tightly against his side, and his arm is wrapped around you. his hand didn't sneak or caress or slide--he confidently reached down, pulled your dress up, and cupped your pussy in his hand.

"how fast can you get wet?" he mumbles against your head, and half the damn table hears, but no one fucks with him. a couple of them chuckle and mutter something about putting down a bet, but the conversation at large continues even as tachihara's fingers slide under your panties and start tickling your skin, sliding back and forth, teasing for a minute before searching for your clit.

you've got enough natural dampness for him to get a little glide as he circles your nub, getting it more sensitive and swollen as he plays with it. you bite your lip hard, trying to otherwise have a neutral face as he plays with you, but it's not like it's a secret-- every time someone else at the table says something to you, they smirk and glance down, almost like they're trying to silently say "i know what he's doing to you"

after another couple of minutes of circling, he dips his finger into you again and notices a distinct difference in how you feel.

"oh damn," he says, smirking and looking down at you as he pushes his finger inside. "that didn't take long."

"it's not my fault," you whine quietly, and he just chuckles as he fingers you, curling his fingers as he moves them to press on a soft, squishy spot inside you every time he passes it.

you do a pretty good job at biting back any noises and keeping a mostly calm face, until tachihara gets jealous that you're talking to one of the guys at the table he likes the least. then, in obvious retaliation, he reaches under the table with his other hand and uses one to rub your clit while the other fingers you.

"okay, what's the bet?" one of the guys asks. "bc she's not making it."

"it's that they're gonna fuck in the bathroom."

"no," tachihara snaps, "she's cumming right here on my fingers in front of all of you--" he turns and mumbles into the space right in front of your mouth-- "aren't you baby?"

"yeah," you whine, shifting and pushing your body closer to his because now that both of his arms around you there's absolutely nowhere else you can go.

"keep talking," tachihara snaps again to the group, making them go back to the conversation to cover up the little noises that you fail the hold in, and the wet sound of his fingers furiously working over and in you.

when the jittering of his fingers across your clit and the unrelenting press of his fingers against your gspot makes you cum, you turn to bury your face in his neck, both hands grabbing his arms, nails digging in so hard they'd break skin on someone who wasn't as tough as a hunting dog.

"there she goes," someone comments offhandedly as you tremble through a mostly silent orgasm. tachihara glares daggers at them even while he finishes getting you off. he maintains eye contact with them as he raises his fingers up to his mouth and sucks your wetness off of them.

"if any of you think about my girl when you jerk yourselves off i'll fucking kill you. got it?"

he gets a somewhat sarcastic, somewhat fearful round of "got it, boss" responses.

[dream-moonlight]

Maybe next time, maybe in the next life, maybe never.

Warnings: Angst, James being clueless, James Potter x Lily Evans, James Potter x Reader, unrequited love

Was i a fool for falling in love with James Potter of all people? Maybe. Maybe i was. But how could i stop myself when he's so kind and funny to me? How can i resist him when he keeps helping me with my schoolwork despite the many times i told him there was no need? I couldn't. That's the answer. From the moment I've met him, he's been nothing but welcoming, even if i was skeptical of him at first. But it didn't take me long to warm up and see him as the amazing young gentleman he was. That was for me, but not for Lily who hadn't liked him at all because of his loud and way too cheerful personality. I kinda understood her. James could exaggerate at times, but he was trying his best to make everyone around him happy. I appreciated it. I knew he had a crush on Lily. I mean, it was obvious from the way he acted around her. It didn't bother me until i realised i felt something more for him, something way stronger than friendship, so strong that it made my heart beat faster than when we had a test on transfiguration. Lily didn't seem interested in James, rather disturbed instead. So i thought to myself.. why don't i try? I don't need to get straight to the point, I could just try to get closer to him and see where this goes. Maybe it can end in us together? Or maybe i was dreaming too hard.

"Hey, James! Mind coming with me to the library today? You know, for the erbology we have tomorrow. We could just.. review some things. Study some more."

"Ah.. sorry, i can't. I was planning to go ask Lily on a date.. Maybe next time? You can ask Remus to help you! I'm sure he'll be glad to have some company while studying. Wish me luck!"

And with that, he'd run off, not even giving me a chance to say 'bye' or wish him luck in this quest of his. I sighed before turning and walking off in search of Remus. Let's hope he didn't have someone to conquer as well. I really needed help for this test. But hey.. maybe next time we'll be able to study together. Just me and James.

Maybe.

"Good morning, James. Are you feeling alright? I haven't seen you at breakfast and me and the others got a bit worried. Is something wrong?"

I asked after finally finding James outside the castle when he did not show up for breakfast that morning.

"Oh, good morning. Sorry i wasn't there. I had to get some of these flowers for Lily. What do you think? She'll like them right?"

My body stiffened a bit, but I still smiled.

"I'm sure she'll love them, James. They're beautiful."

He chuckled and nodded, looking down at the flowers he had taken with a slight hint of blush on those squishy cheeks of his.

"Just like her.."

He mumbled dreamily as my heart sinked further into darkness.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to Hogsmade with me this weekend to-"

He didn't even give me time to finish that his attention was drawn to something behind me. Or rather someone.

"Sorry! Gotta go! I see Lily over there! Uh- maybe we'll go another time, okay? Next week?"

He said with an excited smile, again, not leaving me the time to answer before he stormed off to Lily.

Alright.. maybe.. maybe next week.

It's been.. how long as it been since this stupid crush started? Way too long, I'll tell you that. I tried everything. I swear.. everything i could possibly think of. But nothing. James was so damn stubborn and set on conquering Lily that he basically ignored all my attempts at hanging out with him. It was like he was obsessed with her. At this point i was getting tired. I didn’t want to hide anymore, i wanted him to know. Even if he rejected me, it didn't matter. At least he would finally get it through his thick skull that there wasn't only Lily in this world.

"James, i need to talk to you."

"Not now, i really need to-"

This time i was the one who didn't let him finish.

"No. Please, it's serious. I need to talk to you now."

He looked at me kinda worried, but he did stop and listened.

"James, i don't really know how to approach this any differently. I've tried many times to make you understand, but you just don't get it."

His worry increased, but now his eyes were filled with curiosity.

"I like you. And not in a friends way.. I really, really like you. I want you to be my boyfriend, James. I want to go on dates with you, give you the love and respect you deserve. I admire you for who you are and i want to show that i appreciate all you've done for me."

His eyes widened, his body stiffening and his heart stopping for a second before his expression turned to.. honestly, it hurts to even say it.

"I'm sorry, but i do not like you that way. I appreciate what you said, but.. listen, i haven't really told this to anyone because i didn't want to ruin my chance, but I've been going out with Lily for a while now, and.. it's really going well, so.."

He stopped, not really knowing if to continue, afraid to hurt me even more than when i was. But i just laughed. I laughed.

"It's fine! I'm not mad at you, James. I'm actually happy."

Liar.

"I'm glad you finally achieved what you desired. And hey. Maybe in the next life we'll be together! Who knows."

I said in a joking tone, letting out a small awkward laugh. How I wished it could be true.

"Yeah.. maybe in the next life."

He said with a small laugh.

"I need to go now. Lily is waiting for me at the black lake. Oh, and.. I'm sorry."

He didn't look sorry at all.

"It's fine. Just go get your girl."

I watched him leave with a smile before it disappeared as quick as it came, replaced by a sad frown.

Maybe in the next life.

Maybe never.

[braxlrose]

Hi!!! A new fan of tokio hotel here and I was wondering if you could write some dating headcannons for gustav for a gem reader whose also in a band? Much love btw <3

I've been looking through the requests and finding georg and gustav stuff so yall can get some more so here we go!!

dating gustav

cw: mentions of sex, cockwarming, kissing, oral (f and m recieving), etc.

✮ he's the type of guy who holds the side of your waist while walking down the street. not for possessiveness or any of that shit, just because he likes it and it makes you feel safe. He also knows the sidewalk rule. keep that in mind ladies.

✮ even though gustav is a fantastic cook now, he mostly just made stuff from boxes in the 2000s. but yall would always make stuff together.

✮ when you're on your period, he always makes you stuff. especially milkshakes. he's got a signature one, which is just vanilla ice cream, peanut butter and bananas. but it tastes amazing, and gustav always puts so much love into it.

✮ he gives you backrubs, and footrubs, brushes your hair and brings a heating pad for you. im telling you guys, he's literally the perfect bf.

✮ when yall finish a song on stage he comes up behind you and gives you hugs and kisses. and the fans eat. it. up.

✮ but if he's not wearing a shirt and he comes up behind you, he's gets you all sweaty. I just love you so much I can't help it. he says. but let's be fr. he's just a little shit. we still love him though.

✮ he tries to teach you how to play the drums, he sits you on his lap and holds your hands and wrists to show you what to do. and he rests his chin on your shoulder which he ends up breathing in your ear. totally doesn't make you clench your thighs and get wetter and wetter every single. but mans also gets soooo annoyed when you're doing something wrong 😭

✮ cockwarming while teaching you how to play drums is a must. i don't remember who wrote it, but I swear I remember reading it somewhere. @bored0writer edit: THIS IS WHO WROTE IT AND ITS AMAZING OMG

✮ like I had said in my last post, gustav is a soft dom. disagree w/ me all you want, but it's true.

✮ after concert cock sucking is so good. you both love it so much. you have adrenaline running through your veins and it feels so good.

✮ he has the softest lips in the entire world, it's insane. so kissing him is so nice.

✮ he takes you on the cutest dates. whether you two are going out to dinner, to a movie, or just staying at the hotel rooms, they're always amazing.

✮ he's also got super soft hair which is amazing to run your hands through when making out or fucking.

✮ he'll lay between your thighs for hours after teasing and leaving hickies on your thighs.

✮ he likes to hold down your thighs when he's eating you out and fucking you with his tongue because it gives him better control and he likes that. a lot.

✮ whenever you try and rut against his face while he's going down on you, he'll slap your cunt as many times as he wants until you learn your lesson (if you're into that).

✮ and on the other side, he's a big sub too. always moaning and groaning and whining and wriggling underneath you as you pump and suck on his cock. ironic huh. he's so sweet and whiny. and he's totally got a mommy kink. big time mommy kink.

✮ loves it when you ride his thigh. thinks you look so sexy.

✮ if you play the guitar, you'll try and teach him how to play too but he'll end up complaining how his fingers hurt. poor baby :(

✮ you two always share hotel rooms and stay up watching movies together

✮ I STAND BY THIS. he is the best cuddler to exist. he's so soft and squishy, and since he's got some chub on his stomach, he's so nice to cuddle with.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! TY for all the requests

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[cottonundiestf]

Transformation Charm Game: justanotherdrone

The Temple Doors open and @justanotherdrone enters the domain of the Fates and the Charm Game begins! The Fates stir and magic fills the air…

[Style: Country Girl]

…and your clothes start to dissolve, reshaping themselves on your body. Your yoga pants and sneakers form together into some cute boots and your skater skirt creeps up, reforming into a worn-out pair of cut-off denim shorts that don't fully cover your ass.

Your top shrinks, the fabric creeping up to expose your belly until the buttondown is tied to snugly cradle your modest breasts.

You reach up over your head to feel the brim of a cowgirl hat and notice your arms have developed a nice tan befitting a girl who spends her time out in the country. The color covers everything but some clear tan lines left from a bikini you wore out by the lake.

This wasn't your style, you know, but at the same time, this IS your style. Now it always has been; deep down, you're always gonna be a country girl, from your clothes to your southern accent.

I blushed when I seen my clothes change, running over to a puddle of water to look at my skin. Seeing it darken, tanning, like the popular girls that I went to school with. The only pale skin on my chest, the tan lines, drawing attention to them, only moreso with my top. I reached up to them to try and undo the knot, to take the top off. I…I still had a bra on under this, didn't I? I…I didn't remember wearing one. All those days workin in the field, it was hard t'breathe, no real point n having one…

The magic makes the room feel like campfires and honeysuckles as energy swirls once more...

[Style: Forever Heels]

…this time focusing on one specific aspect of your wardrobe: your shoes. Boots compliment your new look nicely, but they're still too modest. Your perspective shifts as the heel of your shoes extends, lifting you five inches off the ground!

It isn't just your shoes, though; you feel the tingle in the arch of your foot. Intrinsically, you know; your feet are molded to the arch of a good high heel.

Retroactively and going forward, you feel increasing discomfort when flat-footed. Your natural standing position matches that of at least a four-inch heel. Even barefoot, you'll forever be walking on your tiptoes now.

But permaheels aren't ALL bad; they make your ass look great, after all. In fact, your butt gets a perky little boost so it can be properly shown off hanging out of those tiny shorts.

I felt my calves flex, as the heels grew. I'd also be lyin if I didn't reach round and grab a feel for myself, giving my rear a gentle squeeze. Hopefully I wouldn't trip but…so far there wasn't any downsides!!

The magic is glad to see you so curious, flaring back to life and following your lead…

[Thicc Thighs]

…seeping into your backside. You can feel the warmth radiating through your ass and thighs, like a cake being baked. And just like cake, as the heat grows, your thighs and backside start expanding outward, becoming dense and squishy with layer after layer of new flesh.

When you take a step, you feel the jiggle. Your thighs rub together as you walk, and the perky apple-shaped butt those heels gave you is now a full serving of wobblemeat. Given your love of tiny shorts and skimpy skirts, the lower half of your ass will probably be on permanent display going forward.

I reached back with both hands, squeezing and shaking it. It's be so much fun twerkin on a guy, maybe even getting him to fall in love. Sex would be wild. I could have a handsome husband to run the ranch with me. Course, I wouldn't stay in the house, I'd be pullin my own weight with the chores!

It's nice of this good old fashioned country girl to aspire to a nice domestic ranch life. But the magic swirls…

[Sexuality: Promiscuous Girl]

…and has other plans. This time it settles right between your legs, lighting a little fire in your core that grows quickly, building the heat in your body and spreading to your mind.

You're horny. Not just now, but always. Your cunt probably makes more decisions than you do, leading you to flirt, tease, and seduce anyone that strikes your fancy. Your motivation almost always boils down to getting someone to fill your needy holes.

This unfortunately overrides your ability to restrain yourself, which isn't great news for relationships. You can feel yourself remembering now; you try having relationships and finding that cowboy or girl to settle down with. But you just can't keep from fucking his friends, his cousins, or strangers from the honky-tonk.

You can't help that you put the ho in hoedown?

It just…always feels good!! And with my assets I can have anyone I want, boys, girls, daddy's helpers on the ranch. One day, my helpers. I'd pay em, but the best workers would get a special bonus at the end a the week for bein such a good boy…

Who could blame you, right? The magic was almost spent for the day, but there was enough left to rest like a mote on your tongue…

[Syllable Limit; 1]

robbing it of linguistic complexity. Oh, sorrt, that might sound complicated after the dice of fate roll

and your brain suffers a bit of a drain! Your mental word bank, accrued over decades, loses anything longer than a single syllable. If you try speaking a longer word, your tongue will trip over it, and if a sentence has too many words longer than one syllable, your ability to understand it will dwindle, leaving you with a dumb, confused expression.

It's safe to say you dropped out of high school. You gave up on studying, content for a simple farm girl life on the ranch, slutting it up at country bars ever night. But isn't this so much better than being smart and dealing with a service job, all without a certified country-fed dumptruck ass?

The magical voice of the Fates whispers in your ear, "How do you feel about your new life, cowgirl?"

I shud…shud…shiv…my new hot bod felt like fuzz, and I gave a nod to the weird n fun voice in my head. This felt ama…cool!! Hard to think but like, I can fuck men and wom…and girls, they can talk and think for me!!

Exactly! You have a wonderful life lined up for you now where you don't need complicated words.

Go forth, make do like a country girl, and enjoy riding cowgirl!

(But maybe be careful not to smother whoever you're riding in all that ass...)

End.

Shoutout to justanotherdrone for taking part in her own transformation and giving me the go-ahead to include her replies!

As always, I do these VERY occasionally in my Discord Server if you want to get a live sneak peek. (Fair warning, I'm still pretty behind on my wait list and have been known to go months between games.)

[oopsallomo]

Imagine Character A and Character B on a road trip. They've been best friends for years, so naturally Character A (the social butterfly of the two) knows that Character B (the shy, awkward one) still deals with bedwetting on occasion. A is driving, and all is well until they get stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. Then B realizes that they really, really have to pee.

For a while B tries to hide their predicament, but they can't stop squirming in their seat. Finally A can't pretend not to notice anymore, and they ask, "Hey, you good?"

B bites their lip, embarrassed, but admits, "I really need the bathroom."

"You think you're gonna make it?"

B really doesn't want to say 'no', but they can't honestly answer 'yes', either. "Um..."

"It's okay," A assures them. "We'll get out of this soon. I'll take the first exit we see."

Some time passes, and the traffic slowly inches forward. B's desperation gets worse and worse, until they can't resist the need to shove their hands between their legs. "I don't wanna pee in your car, A!" they say in a panicked voice.

A gets an idea. "Hey, did you pack any pull-ups?"

B nods - of course they did, just in case. To make a mess of a bed that isn't theirs would be mortifying.

"Hang on a minute," A says, and puts the car in park before they get out and open the trunk. Other drivers honk impatiently as the line of cars moves forward in front of their vehicle, but A just yells insults and flips them off until they're finished rummaging through B's bag.

They return with a pull-up and a towel and hand them to B. "Put it on. Then if you can't make it, it's no big deal."

B uses the towel to cover up and then - awkwardly, due to the small space - shimmies around until they've got the pull-up on under their clothes. They still do their best to hold it, but it's a lost cause. One minute they're wiggling and squirming frantically, and the next minute they freeze in place with a quiet intake of breath as their bladder releases and their pull-up is flooded with warmth.

Once their accident is done, B shuffles in their seat a little, trying to get used to the uncomfortable feeling of a wet, squishy pull-up. "Feel better?" A asks gently, and with a red face, B nods.

[buff-pink]

How to 5-star Zarya's Hero Mastery Courses

Charge off of friendly bots and combine primary and secondary fire to get points for secondary accuracy and high energy kills (you need more than 60 energy to count as high energy). Use secondary fire, aim it at the bot, and then zap it as it lands to do more damage at once. Environmental kills only count toward secondary fire accuracy and you can kill bots faster with this method. (and i do it outside of hm too. it's the best way to use her weapon)

Killing bots with the explosives gets you credit for kills but not for high energy/secondary fire points. Don't grav the bots into the hole, kill them in the grav with your weapon. You don't need your grav at all for most of the runs but they show up in areas where you can charge off your bubbles and you can kill them faster with a grav and one right click.

Every second counts. Get to the end before the 3x multiplier ends. That means you have to plan out a path and make frame perfect plays. This will take a lot of repetition and practice. It took me multiple premature restarts on each course to figure out how I'd run them.

Bubble jump onto platforms where you can. In the agent stage you can use the platform you knock the rocket bot from to bubble jump from instead of taking the ramp.

You don't need every emblem/to kill every robot to get 5 stars but you can actually 100% each stage with the 3x multiplier still active. Best thing to do is try to run through each room and collect/kill everything you can but don't hesitate or turn around. Just keep going.

Get your ally damage mitigated points up. Bubble the robot as soon as it spawns in Agent. Time your bubbles to both be ready for this bit because it's the only chance to get ally damage mitigation points.

Don't let exploding robots explode, kill as many as you can. Letting them explode won't get you points. Shoot the floor in front of tank bots to boop them off the ledge. Having at least 50ish charge is enough to one shot rocket bots with direct secondary fire.

Other things to consider: Your statistic points max out at 200 so after you get enough kills with your weapon and bubbling friendly bot enough, booping/exploding/graving bots is fine. I still don't do it because the kills don't count until they've fallen, and that's 5 seconds I might not have. Your grav itself will kill rocket bots, they're really squishy. But at the end of Agent there's training bots that you can either explode, drop with your grav, or both.

Hero Mastery is basically speedrun mode. I think Agent is tougher than Veteran to get a good score on because you have to be *perfect*. Veteran gives you more permission to make mistakes but if you land every shot the first time you can get to the exit with 30+ seconds on your clock. I haven't been able to get to the exit in Agent with more than 15-20, which I spend to get the rest of the emblems in the last room.

Okay this is all I can think of for now but I hope it helps. Show me your scores!! (I'll have replay codes later but I might not be able to record/save them on this pc. And they won't be good by Tuesday. lol But I'll still share them.)

[dawnbringerjoan]

Pain radiates through his body, he cannot think with the blood pooling around him. He cannot die like this can he? Not when there's so much on the line. Weave save him, he cannot hold on much longer.

It is warm. It is not the weave. Whatever it is it is gentle and warm and magical.

His eyes open, then squints as he takes in her blinding radiance. She's glowing. Literally glowing.

He's not surrounded by blood, he's in a bed at camp and…

"Morning handsome," she says gently. He is being wrapped with a balm.

"Did we make it?"

"She's dead. Astarion killed her—hey stay still!" She smacks him lightly, it radiates through his bones like the sound of metal against metal.

"Okay okay stay still, got it." He looks up at the sky. "Did Shadowheart—"

"No."

"Then who?"

She leans over him brushing some hair out of his face and applying something that smelled repugnantly medicinal to a bruise on his face, "I wasn't raised to be a medic for no reason, Gale."

"You're very …bright." Is all he can manage.

"Huh?"

He blinks slowly, trying to find the words. "You're glowing."

She grabs a small thing from her bag and…oh it shines a light. She's checking pupil dilation and eye movement. He's read about that before.

"You're concussed." She announces. "Next time, let me handle the paladin? Okay?"

"You look…divine."

"And you look like your brain has been smacked around your skull with the force of a divine smite. Do so try not to anger the Gods or their chosen. Whatever this Absolute is, I don't think it's to be trifled with."

"Of course, your high priestess, it is so terribly my fault she knocked me into oblivion." He retorts.

"Not oblivion, maybe a level of avernus, but not oblivion. And it's not High Priestess."

"Then what shall I call you, hmm?"

"I'm just a Dawnbringer. If you must address me so formally at all."

"I don't quite recall catching your name Miss Dawnbringer."

"yeah that's the fucking concussion Gale. My name's Joan, it's a pleasure to be reacquainted with you, there's only so much my divine magic can do for your squishy little body." Joan pokes his sides gauging some wounds. "You'll be fine though."

"Oh you call this fine, huh?" He scoffs.

"Are you dead?" She raises an eyebrow. He doesn't respond. "You're welcome, now if you want to stay not dead don't get the attention of the angry Paladin. You are wearing ROBES."

"hey! They're very good robes."

"They were, until you took a divine smite to the cranium."

"what happened to my robes?" He tries to sit up.

She smacks him again, "I said quit moving, I mended them. Gods..."

The smack ripples through his joints, but he feels woozy just sitting up. Slowly he lays back down. "Yeah... okay. Maybe you're right."

She scoffs, "Of course I'm fucking right, I've spent my whole life studying medicine Gale! I'm going to let you rest, if I catch you moving I will bind you down. We need you rested."

[earako]

Baby steps

There was one thought that kept cycling through Ambrosius mind that bothered him. It was just a small little nudge at first, he'd thought the concern would fade with time, would fade as he and Ballister remapped their relationaship.

He thought it would fade with the return of Nimona.

It didn't. If anything the nudge grew into a push, then a shove. Then it was outright punching the squishy brain tissue in Ambrosius head until finally he blurted it out, "It could have been anyone."

Ballister's humming stopped. Nimona pulled their headphones off and turnef away from the stove where they were cooking breakfast tacos for lunch. ("They're lunch tacos now, boss, cause we're having them for lunch.")

"What was that, love?" Ballister asked, setting down his mug as he leaned forward to place a hand on top of Ambrosius'.

"I...it's nothing."

"The same nothing that's been bugging you for the past two months?" Nimona asked from the stove. Ambrosius startled. "How- you- was it that obvious?"

"Dude. 1000 years old, remember? You learn how to read people." Nimona said with an eye roll, not in an annoyed manner, moreso in a 'these mortals I swear' sort of way.

"Right...right..."

"Ambrosius?" Metal fingers lightly squeezed Ambrosius hand. He sighed, tried to word what he wanted to say in his head. Sighed again.

"I was...I was thinking of the director." Nimona stuck out their tongue and scrunched up their face. "Ew, gross."

"I'm with Nimona here, love. Why would you waste brain space on that woman?" Ballister asked, his head tilting in confusion.

He had a point. The director had hurt all three of them severely, she should be the last thing on Ambrosius mind.

But the thing was...

"I was just thinking...I think what made the director so terrifying was that she could have been anyone." Nimona quirked an eyebrow up at him. It seemed like she had an idea as to what Ambrosius was trying to get at but waited for him to say it himself

"You wanna expand on that, Goldie?"

"I mean, I," Ambrosius huffed as he tried to gather this thoughts. "All that talk about always being on our guard, always being alert for threats...always wanting to protect the realm. It's what we were all taught."

"Right, the brainwashing."

"Nimona, let him finish," Ballister scolded with no real heat behind it. He nodded at Ambrosius to continue.

"No, no Nimona's right, it was brainwashing, I mean," Ambrosius gestured with his free arm to Ballisters prosthetic, "This? Messed up, training people to attack as a reflex? And-and if they get paranoid enough, if they see danger everywhere, the director said Nimona was a threat to our way of life but the only real threat was her-" Ambrosius breath sped up, his hands moving to grip at his hair.

"Hey Goldie-"

"Ambrosius-"

"The way we lived -created- the director. Her crimes were a direct byproduct of our very society and-and how are we gonna fix that? How are we gonna undo decades of mental programming-"

One pair of arms grasped his shoulder while another tore his hands way from his hair.

"Goldie, you keep that up and you're gonna go bald."

"What Nimona is trying to say," Ballister growled with a glare at the shapeshifter, "is you're worrying yourself with facts we already know."

"What boss said. Goldie, look, now you know you were wrong, good, great even. But yanking your hair out isn't gonna undo the things the director did, the things you or Gloreth did. What was that you said, boss? Baby steps?" Another nod from Ballister.

"We're- there's always going to be people like the director. All we can do is make sure their voices stay as a minority. This'll take time, Ambrosius and it'll be hard, but it won't be impossible. Alright?"

"I..." Now that Ambrosius thought about it he felt a little silly for his freakout. Of course Ballister and Nimona wouldn't let them turn back to the director's ways. What was he so scared about?

He took Ballister and Nimona's hands in his own, giving them a light squeeze

"Yeah, alright."