#we're just going to pretend this isn't like 3 weeks late

[eph3merall]

dealer!chris x innocent!bff!reader <3

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"yeah, s'okay mum," your voice is soft in the quiet of chris' room, lounging on his bed with your legs tucked to the side of you. a blanket lays over your legs, nodding your head softly when your mom says something back.

chris is pretending to not care. he's pretending to not listen in to your quiet voice, thumb mindlessly scrolling through his instagram. posts from his best friends, from his brothers, some posts from the chick he hooked up with a week ago. with a double tap on the post, he left her a like and commented a few heart eye emojis.

"no, 'm at a friends house," a pleasant call from your mom had you smiling—eyes crinkling at the corners and lips curling up. she's asked about school and how you've been in general, if you're up to anything. the topic of your living space came up and she questioned if you've been socializing more lately.

"no not maya's— i'm not even friends with her any– no it isn't lilah either.. mom," you're sighing as the sound of your mother's exasperated voice fills your ear. she keeps on listing off names, multiple of which you've forgotten or haven't spoken to in years.

you sit up a little, shoulders slumping gently as you flick your eyes towards chris. the back of his chair is facing you so you can't see what he's doing—but you hear the subtle click of a lighter and soon smoke is drifting up into the air.

"his name is chris. y'know. the guy i told you about? his brother nick introduced us—yes.. nick has brothers," you keep talking. chris listens. he doesn't catch every word though, having ended up zoning out for a second or getting caught up in his texts or something on his phone.

his chair creaks as he gets up from it, blunt in hand as he eyes you on his bed. you two lock eye contact before you just sigh at the sound of your mother rambling. "no, no he's a good guy. we're friends, mum, stop. yeah, no—okay, i gotta go. i'll call you soon."

you're blinking rapidly and sighing once you hang up, relaxing back against chris' headboard. he couldn't help but snort at your words, 'a good guy.' yeah, alright. he brings the blunt back up to his lips as he stalks towards you, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and reaching for a pair of shoes.

smoke filters out of his lips as he glances back to you and gives you a knowing look. "what's up w'you? lookin' all.. upset or somethin'. were y'not happy to talk to your mom or..?" his brows furrow slightly and he just blinks at you as you shrug a shoulder.

"she just kept questioning me about you. like, she kept asking me if we were dating. and like, it's annoying you know?" chris just snorts and turns his head back, sliding his shoes on and lacing them up. he was gonna head out to meet up with matt and nate, go to a party to make some money or something.

"didn't tell your mum i was a drug dealer, huh? big bad chris isn't a good influence on sweet lil—" you're shoving his shoulder playfully and shaking your head as a grunt sounds from him. settling back onto his bed, the image of him finally catches up to you as you see him in a pair of blazers and a hat fixed on top of his head.

"where are you going? thought we were gonna watch a movie or something," your brows furrow in confusion, staring up at him through your lashes. chris glanced back at you for one second before looking away quickly, letting the blunt hang out of his mouth in between his lips. fuck you for being so cute.

"yeah, i know. sorry baby, matt n' nate invited me to go to some house party," your cheeks involuntarily heat up at the pet name, even if you know he just lets it slip sometimes and it isn't anything special. rings of smoke waft up into the air as chris speaks, your nose scrunching at the smell as you frown in disappointment.

"oh," was all you managed for a second. you were kind of looking forward to finally getting to hang out with your best friend. alone. only for him to blow you off and say he's going somewhere. chris is at house parties almost every day every single week, why can't he just spare one extra day for his best friend?

at least, you hope he sees you as his best friend.

"well, can i go w'you?" the words are out of your mouth before you register what you said. horrible idea, actually. you hate parties. the loud music and sweaty bodies were always too much, and your parents always told you to stay away from people who did drugs or got wasted every day. and people at parties did that, a lot.

chris just blinks at you slowly, hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. until he just nods and shrugs a shoulder, hand reaching up to grasp the blunt to take another huff.

"if y'wanna.. sure. hurry up n' put your shoes on, don't got all day kid."

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@ferdzom @st7rnioioss @sturniolosarethebest

©eph3merall 2024

[hikarimiyanaga]

The Queen's Bride (Part 3)

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Taglist : @kelloggs4cereal

Sorry for not updating immediately, holidays are crazy here and I have writer's block.

You come home to Catelyn and Ned Stark waiting for you in the mansion's living room.

"Mother. Father." You greet them. Ned scoffs as you bow respectfully at them.

"You are late." He points out and you clench your fist.

"I apologize for the tardiness, Father." 'Never mind the fact that you literally just called me an hour ago.' You bow and he waves away your apology.

"Your mother has prepared a suit for you in your room. Go change and behave yourself at the gala. Understood?" You nod then bow at him.

"Of course."

"Go." He waves you away and you go up to your room. Thankfully, everyone else is asleep so you go straight to your room and change into the white suit with a gray bowtie. Your house's colors.

You go down and see only Catelyn waiting for you.

"Y/N. You look dashing, daughter." You nod as she pretends to fix your tie.

"Thank you, ma." You smile sadly at her as you pull away. "I'll be going now."

Catelyn can only watch as you go into your car and drive away.

She didn't want this. She didn't even want to disturb your day.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop him."

-

You arrive at the gala and sigh. Galas for the nobility of the Westeros Conglomerate are quite common. There's like one every week. But not everyone has to attend. Not you, at least.

"Finally arrived. You are late." Robb greets and you roll your eyes at him.

"Shut up." You punch his shoulder and he grins at you.

"Thank the gods that you arrived." He holds out a glass of champagne and you take it.

"You need saving?" You ask as you down the champagne.

"Desperately. Every mother wants me to marry their daughter." You laugh at that.

"Never mind that most of them are still underage, right?" He glares at you as the both of you go inside.

"Asshole." You just grin in return and was about to get another glass when someone holds your wrist.

"Finally." Your eyes widen as Daenerys smiles at you. "You are late."

"What? I-I didn't know I was-"

"Supposed to attend? I suppose not. But this is an heir's birthday gala." You look at Robb who was just smiling at you.

"We have him." You point at your older brother and Daenerys nods.

"I suppose so. But still, remember the plan?"

"Plan? We have one? You only gave me rules."

"Yeah. But we have one plan." She pulls you closer. Enough that you can smell her scent. You realize that she smells like sandalwood.

"W-what?" She pulls away and fixes your collar.

"We need to convince everyone that we're in love."

"We do?"

"Yes. I don't this to become just another arranged marriage."

"But it is." She smiles at you.

"Yes. But we can pretend that it's not."

"Why?"

"Too many questions, Y/N." You clear your throat and hold out your arm to her. She smiles as she gets your hand and pulls it to her waist instead. "This is better." She explains and you just nod as you blush profusely. You look at Robb who was smirking at you.

"Good luck." He mouths and you flip him off. He laughs as he goes inside the gala.

"Remember. Look at me like you're in love with me."

"Of course. Can I ask just one question?"

"Sure."

"Are you in love?" She smiles at you.

"That's a secret." She then pulls you inside.

-

You sigh as you get inside the bathroom.

You've been talking to other people for about an hour and you are exhausted. Specially with everyone's snickers and whispers.

"How could a Stark like her have a Targaryen as a fiancé?"

"Isn't she the Omega of the Starks? Did she get lucky?"

"How did Ned convince King Aerys???"

You run a hand through your face and look at the mirror.

"Fuck this gala!" You shout and flinch as a stall opens.

"I agree. Hi, Y/N." Ellaria says and you sigh in relief.

"Ellaria. Is Oberyn around?"

"Yes. He accepted because he wanted free drinks. Why are you here?"

"Ask my Father." You groan as you wash your hands.

"Your father really does control your life, doesn't he?" You glare at her. "How about your training? Does he know?"

"He doesn't. I doubt he'll approve."

"Even though Master Syrio has approved and even recommended you?"

"Yes. Even if fucking Ser Barristan can recommend me, I doubt he'll give a shit."

"Your father is so strict when it comes to you but your brother and sisters has freedom."

"Do they? Do any of us?" You laugh at your own question. "Sometimes I think about running away from all of this."

"Westeros?"

"Everything." Ellaria sighs at your defeated sigh.

"I am not Oberyn. But there is one thing I know. You are one of the most honorable people here. You have to survive." You smile at her then look at the mirror as she leaves.

"Survive? But I-" You clench your fists. "I want to live."

-

You come back to the gala and see that Daenerys is charming yet another group of people. You look around and see Robb talking to a woman. You smile as he lights up as she talks.

"Robb has finally taken a liking to a woman, eh?" You shiver and back away. "Don't be like that, Stark. I know that you're friends with Tyrion." You glare at Jaime.

"Exactly. Tyrion. Not you, ass-hat." He chuckles at the insult then looks at you.

"I heard that your fiancé is showing you off."

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"I actually wanted to marry you, you know?" You shiver at that and you clench your fists as you look at him. "I needed you as shield."

"Why because you're fucking your own-" He quickly covers your mouth and you push him away.

"Shut your mouth, Stark!" He dumps his glass on you and you clench your fist at him. "That's right, stay down, fucking dog."

Daenerys comes to your side then glares at Jaime.

"What happened here?" She asks with an angry tone but you stay quiet. You know what the consequences are if you ever messed with an heir. Specially a Lannister one.

"It was an accident, dear princess." Jaime says and you sigh. "She bumped into me and I didn't budge."

"Really?" She asks you and you look away. You stand and Robb is there, ready to punch Jaime. He was growling but you hold him back.

"Robb, stop." You plead. "It was an accident."

"Like hell it is! I saw him!"

"Robb! Stop!" You clench his suit and he looks at you. You were shaking. "It's not worth it." You push him gently. "I'm not worth it." He glares at Jaime as he guides you.

"This is not over, Lannister." Jaime just smiles as you and Robb leave. He escorts you to your car and gets inside.

"What- your car?"

"I can just get it later. Hop inside." You sit inside the passenger side and sigh. You look at the gala and don't even see Daenerys. She didn't even follow to make sure you were okay. Robb drives away and you take off your jacket.

"Why the fuck did you stop me? That asshole deserves a punch."

"And Father will get angry at you?" He flinches at that and you sigh. "It's not worth it."

"But he pushed you!"

"Robb. Stop. I'm begging you." You get a towel from the bag inside your car and dry yourself with it. "Who was the woman you were talking to?"

"Oh. You saw me?" You hum as you get your phone.

"Yeah."

"Her name's Talisa. She's a doctor."

"Talisa what?"

"Maegyr. She's from Volantis."

"Ah. She's far from home."

"She is. She said Westeros had the best school for medicine so."

"She came here. And she stayed? Is she okay?" Robb laughs at that.

"She said she really liked the place." You chuckle.

"But not the people, huh?"

"No." You both laugh.

-

You wake up in your own apartment and pajamas. After you got home was all a blur. You look around and there was a note from Robb.

Text me when you wake up.

You get your phone and see that it's Sunday. Good. No classes.

You groan and stand from your bed. You get your phone and text a quick 'I'm fine' to Robb. You get ready for the day.

As you finish up your shower, you get a text.

It was Daenerys.

Dani : Are you okay? I'm sorry that I couldn't check up last night. Everyone asked me about us.

You : And? What did they ask about?

Dani : Mostly why I was with you.

You : What did you say?

Dani : That it was a secret. This is just a soft launch after all. We need to keep them in suspense.

You : Got you.

Dani : That Lannister talked to me too.

You : What?

Dani : He said that you are hanging out with his brother which is how he knew you.

You : Ah. Yeah. Tyrion. He's a friend.

Dani : Do you like Tyrion?

You raise an eyebrow at her text.

You : What are you talking about?

Dani : He insinuated that the both of you were "special friends".

You : Special because I'm the rare omega and Tyrion's the rare dwarf. I'm gay, Daenerys.

Dani : Oh. Good to know.

You hum as you put down your phone and get yourself some coffee.

-

You were just lazing around and watching some TV when Jon barges in and looks at you.

"Y/N!" He shouts then hugs you. You push him away and glare at him.

"Personal space, asshole!"

"The date went great!" He ignores your complain. "She was so pretty and cute! We're a match made in heaven!" You glare at him.

"And? Why are you telling me this instead of, I don't know, mating with her?" He blushes and you laugh at him. "Jon Stark! You're a grown ass man! Is the idea of mating with to-" He throws a pillow to your face cuts you off, it was a good thing that you had fast reflexes and you block it with your hand.

"Stop saying that!" You laugh at his blush.

"Seriously? Mating is nothing to be ashamed of, Jon."

"I know that! But I- I-" He groans as he sits besides you.

"You what? Never saw yourself doing it?"

"Technically?" You hum and stand from the couch, you get inside your room and after a few minutes, you come back out with several books in your arms. You settle the books on the coffee table.

"Read up." Jon takes the first book and reads it's title.

'Sex for Dummies.'

"What the fuck?" Despite saying that, he still opens it and reads.

"Planned on giving these to Sansa. Then Arya, and the boys."

"Why?"

"Better me than Father." Jon looks blankly at you.

"Right." He stands from the couch and scoops up the books. "How long can I borrow these for?"

"Two weeks max. Sansa is going to find out her second gender tomorrow."

"What do you think it will be?" You shrug.

"I hope she'll be a beta." Jon nods in agreement and leaves your apartment. You sigh. "I really hope she is."

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A/N:

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[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie, ready with the gin to endure whatever nonsense Eddie's plot is devolving into this week. God I hope the focus on Henren or Bathena so I can walk away with some sense of satisfaction. I'm not even going to attempt to say something good might come out if it, since history isn't on our side this season wrt Eddie. Tim needs to lay off his Hitchcock obsession, he did Psycho on LS last season, is doing Vertigo now, and both plots were utter nonsense. At least I got a good laugh today looking at the stills from the Oliver and Lou interview. Somebody should have told Oliver to blink 3 times if he's there against his will, though the fact that he looks like he's actively leaning towards the nearest exit probably says it just as well.

Yeah, the sooner bucktommy ends the happier I'll be. The relationship itself is fine, on par with every other BS relationship Buck was in really, but the fandom around it is exhausting and the active attempts to erase any semblance of Eddie in Buck's life is just so, so dumb (and pointless, like Buck wouldn't be the same without Eddie in his life just as Eddie isn't the same without Buck). Anyway cheers friend, we're on the precipice of something that looks both exciting and annoying, let's hope the scales tip in our favor 🍷🍸🥃.

Well, as I'm sure you guessed by my late answer, I saw this and waved at you from post limit jail, due to the d20 finale last night. I wish Tumblr would have a pop up like, "hey, you have 5 posts left before you hit post limit today!" or something so I could prepare!

So, good news, the Bobby and Henren stuff was *chefs kiss* angsty and dramatic and pulled at my heartstrings! The Bobby montage as he's giving his Captain Dad advice and having Buck cook, and calling Hen "Mother Hen" (while looking at Buck and Eddie 👀👀👀), giving the prayer book to Eddie, giving tips to Ravi, calling out orders on scene, it was all so much! And GOD, them taking that poor little girl away, and Denny stepping between that man and his sister, I was in TEARS! The Bobby and Athena talk got me too, and then him seeing his dead dad?! Bobby is going THROUGH IT and I ate it up!

As for Eddie I- legitimately do not know what to say. The whole thing was a mess, Kim giving herself bangs?? to roleplay with a stranger?? was just SO WEIRD and off-putting. Sorry I guess I'm just a hater but I think Eddie getting stuck with actresses like GW and EG means that him having scenes with anyone else feels good? but I'm not falling all over myself about any magical chemistry 🤷🏻‍♀️I hate this storyline and I'm tired of the narrative that this was some great love Eddie is missing out on when season 2-3 gave us actual canon evidence that it isn't true, and it feels more like Tim wanted Devin back and thought he could get away with it now that the audience had some space and KR spent all last season pretending Shannon was some saint (when he killed Shannon off so quickly originally because he said the audience wasn't going to forgive her and he didn't want to waste screentime on that when grief tied in with anger and abandonment was a more interesting storyline for Eddie and Chris). I'm also VERY curious about where the "Eddie realizing he's been looking at the relationship with rose colored glasses and living in delusion about it" is because GIRL that wasn't it. Eddie crying about her being the great love of his life and how they could have had it all is NOT him taking off the rose colored glasses, no matter how pretty Ryan looks when he's crying.

ANYWAY. I was already not on board with this but the writers dragging Chris into it too just gives me the ick. And it might resolve fine, but GOD!! THE JOURNEY MATTERS!! It matters how the characters get places! And this is just...not just a mess but a completely unnecessary one. They could address Eddie's grief and delusions about his relationship with Shannon (and her relationship with Chris because don't think I didn't clock him bringing up her (shit ass guilt trip) letter but not that she abandoned her son and cut off all contact for years) without resorting to trashy soapy doppelganger nonsense and cheating drama. And it's WILD because Bobby's arc this season and his relationship with Athena, and Henren's storyline have been SO GOOD, and even though there were some pacing and tone issues, even the Madney stuff has been good (and Kenny always slays the dramatic arcs!). Buck has taken a mostly supportive backseat this season which, while I ADORE him, was needed after the mess KR made of his character and her apparent lack of interest in the majority of the other main characters and his personal storyline (the bi realization, being Eddie's partner for all the big emotional talks) is also fine, it just got hijacked by some absolutely bizarre shipping strangeness over a couple minutes of screentime. But GOD Eddie's shit has been such a weird mess! It wasn't enough to be stuck with the transphobe all season, we also had to add in this nonsense?! Thanks, I hate it. At least we might finally be allowed to let Shannon go?? I am literally begging at this point.

As for th b/t of it all, I have literally blocked it from my mind and out of my existence (the ONE perk of my tumblr app still not working and having to do most of my stuff in my phone browser means I haven't really seen my dash lately and I've been smart about staying out of the tag for once) because it's just not worth the headache the bad takes give me. I'm just...so tired. I was willing to watch it play out (felt very much like Ali as the first step post-Abby, something background setting up for more later *cries in s4 Buddie canon*) but go at this point I just need it to be over for EVERYONE'S sanity. Especially Oliver's because like, girl. Why do you look like you're trapped in that loft with MW again?! Why so haunted? Girl, are you okay?? Oliver?? And how he continues to just post Buddie/Ryan stuff?? Loud.

I'm just...tired. So tired. And I need a drink. Imma go find some absolutely filthy/funny/fun Buddie fic and drown myself in that because I have the unfortunate feeling it's gonna be a LONG fucking hiatus.

Cheers friend. I know I always say if we can survive RNM (with it's own doppelganger storyline) then we can survive anything but GOD it would be nice to not have it be so hard.

[happysaddca]

I'm gonna pretend this isn't as good cause I am feeling off today and not because I crammed like four different ideas into two scenes here and didn't flesh anything out as much as I would like normally.

There is some very, very mild suggestive flirting that goes nowhere.

I think I've got things worked out for Constellations Redeux now so drabbles like this will slow down in favor or working out other AUs/the actual story. But I'm still gonna need a beta reader :')

Oh, and your nickname from Sun is introduced here, so we're 3/4 on DCA nicknames. I'm not sure if it's noticeable, but I personally struggle if a fic overuses nicknames or explicitly says y/n or reader. So I avoid that as much as possible lol.

You barely make it three days before start worrying that Sun is angry with you. Moon’s reassurances can only work so long, especially since you have to work and sleep and sometimes even go home so your roommate knows you’ve not died and been turned into pizza. And with Sun and Moon back, your usual coping mechanisms only go so far. Still, you’re able to keep the seed from taking root for nearly two weeks. 

“How are they adjusting to being online again?” You’d been sent to fetch more flour from the main kitchen, where Anika is currently fussing with the pizza ovens. You’re avoiding going back upstairs, sneaking pepperoni slices every time her back is turned. 

“Okay as can be expected. Moon is still fronting every time I see them, even when it’s bright out.” Your mouth twitches and you rub at it absently, massaging the scars out of habit. “They haven’t Eclipsed at all since the restart, and Moon is mostly avoiding people. I think he’s nervous.” You pop a pepperoni in your mouth as Anika turns around. 

“Dude, don’t eat the product!” She rolls her eyes at you, going to wash her hands. “Between you and the other gremlins I work with, it’s amazing we have any food at all.” 

“You love us,” you say sing-song, but you pull away from the food, trailing after Anika. She turns and flicks you with water for your trouble. “Hey! You know I’m a witch. I’m gonna melt now and what are you gonna tell the Attendants?” 

“That I defeated the evil that eats all my pepperoni.” Another flick of water, and you give an overdramatic hiss, moving to hide behind Anika instead. 

“Cruelty, abuse, harassment. I should call HR on you now.” 

“Nah, I’ve got too much blackmail on you.” She shakes her hands dry and turns to lean against the sink and look you over. “You look less like a witch and more like a ghost. When’s the last time you’ve gone outside?”

“A couple days ago?” You are used to being stared at, but Anika has this uncanny way of making you feel like she’s not just looking, she’s peeling back the layers, clothes from skin, skin from fat, fat from muscle. Looking for something, something you decidedly don’t have. “I’ve been using the employee showers. Shockingly okay if you give them a good scrub first.” 

Her nose wrinkles anyway. “You know you have to go outside at some point. Your Sun and Moon won’t like you neglecting yourself for their sake. Neither will our Attendant for that matter.” 

“I haven’t even seen Sunny lately,” you complain, and a muscle twitches in your cheek. “I haven’t seen either Sun. What if they’re both—”

“Stop.” You open your mouth, but Anika holds her hand up. “Stop. I know this mental trainwreck far too well. Stop whatever oh they actually hate me mind game you’re playing and go talk to them.” 

“But the daycare is still open,” you protest weakly. Anika gives you a look. “I have to work?” 

“Then why are you down here eating all my pepperoni?” 

“Because you’re my friend and I was supposed to be getting flour,” you say slowly. “And friends let you avoid work to talk about relationship stuff?”

Anika rolls her eyes, walking around you and grabbing the massive bag of flour, shoving it in your arms with a grunt. “As your friend, I’m telling you not to let this fester. Talk to your Moon and Sun, and go see Sunny after work. And tomorrow, get the fuck out of this building. Sleep in an actual bed for eight hours and get some vitamin D.” 

You nod slowly, resisting the urge to pout, physically biting it back. “Okay. I will.” You pause before nodding again. “I will. Thank you Anika.” 

“You’re welcome. Now shoo. I have to test the oven and if it blows up I’d like to limit the casualties.” 

You do return to work, but it’s hard to concentrate when you want to skip the rest of your shift and find Moon. You text them, a quick reminder when you’re off, and proceed to overbeat your icing. You have to dump the ruined buttercream, starting over. It’s only a couple hours, but your attention is splintering fast, and by the time you can clock out, you’re itching to go.

“See you Alex! Sorry about dropping the fondant!” You get some mumble for a reply that’s completely missed as you open the back door and step out, directly into a hard exoskeleton and metal arms that catch you and wrap you in a hug. “Oh!”

“Hello to you as well. Where are you going in such a hurry?” Moon sounds amused even as it pulls you out of sight. “Did you have an appointment to get to?”

“I wanted to see you.” The unpleasant twinge in your stomach isn’t from getting dragged along. You reach up to flick the bell on Moon’s nightcap. “And Sun too, if they’re…” 

“She’s still resting.” Moon’s tone is apologetic even as you both stop near the back wall, out of sight of any but the nosiest of plex patrons. It cups your scarred cheek, leaning down for a kiss. “Starlight, you’re crying again.” A finger curls under your eye, catching a tear. 

“Sorry. I don’t mean to.” You try to wipe your eyes clear, but it just happens again as you chew on the inside of your cheek. “Can’t Sun come out, for just a little? I’ve not seen her since you were eclipsed. I know she’s there; the diagnostics are all fine and you wouldn’t lie b-but…” Shoot, now you were really starting to cry, and you tried to hide it, ducking your chin and covering your face with your hands. Moon’s fans have started alongside a click click clicking noise as it holds its hands out, servos popping. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Moon. I know it’s been a lot for you two, but I miss… I miss both of you.” 

“Star,” Moon’s voice peters out as you can’t seem to slow your tears, or your words. 

“I’ve not seen Sunny from the daycare either, and I know it’s because I’ve been spending so much time with you — and that’s not complaining! If I didn’t have to work, I’d always be with you. But it feels like both Suns are avoiding me now and I get it’s dumb but… does Sun hate me?”

Moon’s hands settle on your shoulders featherlight, pulling you into a hug. “It’s going to be okay,” it says, and a shiver goes through its frame. You pull back in time to nearly get poked in your good eye with one of Sun’s rays. You stare blankly, voice gone as Sun straightens, one hand checking everything was in place before turning that blank, unmoving smile on you. 

“Sun?” you say in a small voice, and she nods, something clicking inside her headcase. You’re immediately reaching out, ignoring the sharp edges of the rays, feeling for any irregularities you’d missed before with Moon. “What’s wrong? Can’t you speak?”

“I’ve missed you.” She speaks so softly you nearly miss it. “I’m sorry Sunflower. I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” 

“Sun!” You hold her tightly, her rays digging into your arms before she can retract them. Their hands flutter over you before settling lightly on your back, barely touching you. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t. But we’ve been so worried about you.” You squeeze her more tightly to make up for the lack of a hug on Sun’s end. “Let me look at you. I want to see…” 

You pull back, hands sliding down Sun’s arms, curling into their sleeves just above their wrists. Sun watches you, but she holds still, rays remaining half retracted, an impression left from you. You have to wipe at your eyes again, realizing you’re still freely crying. “It looks like you took over easily enough. We don’t have the fiber optics in your clothes hooked up yet but—”

“Flower,” Sun says softly, and you quiet down, blinking hard. Sun’s hands shift, longer fingers tracing patterns on your inner forearms. “How can you tell anything when we look like this?” 

“Huh?” The confusion snaps you out of the lingering fog of upset. “Sun, it’s still you.” You reach forward, noticing Sun’s flinch before she holds still, letting you press your hand against one of the stuck rays. It pops out, nearly cutting your hand. “I know this isn’t ideal but… it’s. It’s still you in there.” You repeat the process twice more, until Sun is able to test them, ticking them in and out in a wave without them getting stuck. “We should oil those so when you come out they won’t get stuck like that.” 

“Flower.” 

You attempt a smile, playing with one of Sun’s rays, making it spring back and forth until Sun withdraws it completely. “I told you, your rays have always been your giveaway. We got to take care of them so they can keep giving you away.” Your giggle is a little manic, but a big hand covers your mouth and part of your jaw. You stare at Sun blankly, biting the inside of your cheek again. 

“How are you sure it’s us?” Sun asks again, her voice soft, nearly devoid of emotion. Her rays are half withdrawn, and you can tell they’re avoiding looking at your face. At least until you lick her palm. She jerks back in shock, staring at their hand, then you. “Sunflower, why! You don’t know what Moon’s been up to or the last time we washed our hands. You’ll get sick!” 

You smile and this time your laugh is far more genuine. You wipe at your mouth. “I’ll brush my teeth in a minute. How am I supposed to answer your questions when you won’t let me speak?” 

The rays pull back further in her head, and Sun looks away, wiping their palm clean on their pants. Your smile fades, and you lean forward, touching their knee. 

“I was worried we might’ve picked up the wrong chips,” you admit softly, scooting forward, wanting to touch as much of Sun as possible. “Anika had grabbed a bunch of different parts for Gemma to scan, but we were scared of waking you too early and giving you false hope. So there was this chance that something could go wrong. Gemma knew the spare body was safe enough but it wasn’t until you both came online that I really knew it was you and Moon. My Sun and Moon.” 

“But how? Other than our software, none of this is us.” Sun gestures vaguely at herself. “The clothes are close now, but we’re smaller, our faceplate is wrong and empty, our programming doesn’t map properly across these new actuators and servos.” 

“It feels bad, doesn’t it?” You aren’t able to properly smile, but you try anyway, lifting Sun’s faceplate to meet her eyes. This close, you can see the barest amount of light denoting where she’s looking. It’s not at you, but it’s close enough. “I’ve gone through the same thing. After the accident,” you ignore her flinch, “I had so many surgeries. Some of this skin on my face is from my thigh, you know. And some isn’t even from me.” You reluctantly touch the worst of your scars, the one that cuts over your eye. “I have metal pins in my arms and legs. Even my brain got damaged. I still don’t really know all the changes to my personality yet — hey, don’t look like that. This isn’t your or Moon’s fault.” You grab her face with both of your hands, squeezing it tightly, shaking her very gently. “Neither of you are allowed to blame yourself, okay? I’ll come in there if you do.” 

There’s a bubble of laughter from Sun, a hand catching and holding yours while her rays slowly extend. “And how will you manage that Flower?”

The laughter is infectious, and you giggle despite yourself. “I know you’ve not been fronting much, but I’ve made friends with some super smart people. We’ll upload my brain on the mainframe and inject it into your headspace so I can give you and Moon a proper chewing out. So unless you want to be stuck with me for all of eternity, you’ll get the idea this is your fault out of your mind.”

“How horrible would be to be trapped with you for all of eternity.” She pulls your hand over to her mouth, teeth pressing lightly against your palm. When you curl your fingers, tracing the length of their nose, her rays tick back and forth once again, fans whirring deep in her chest. 

“A nightmare even Moon won’t be able to save you from.” You take advantage of the moment, moving to crawl into Sun’s lap, back against her chest. If you lean back, you can watch her rays shift back and forth. Her arms settle slowly around you, still barely holding you. You have to tighten her arms around you yourself. “I know it’s a lot right now Sun, but Gemma is going to help make it easier. New pieces for your exoskeleton, better silicone. She’s currently working with another technician to recreate your old face. Anika’s other scavenged pieces are helping create some new code so you will control this endoskeleton more easily. It’ll be new, and it won’t quite be the same as before, but you’ll be in control of your body again. You’ll look like you again.” 

“You’re saying we will be like you? But there won’t be scars.” You shiver as Sun pulls her hands from yours, touching over your arm, pushing your sleeve out of the way. “We’ll look like our old selves.” 

“You can ask if you want to see,” you say, pulling Sun’s hand free. “Between the two of you I’m not sure if you’re trying to satisfy some morbid curiosity or get into my clothes.” 

“Sunflower.” She sounds scandalized, but there’s no true attempt at denial. 

“Besides, I think there will be scars. Maybe not as visible as mine, but… this isn’t easy.” 

“No.” It comes out like a sigh, and for the first time Sun hugs you tightly. “I don’t like feeling so lost Flower. We’ve lost everything.” 

She’s not entirely wrong. Her daycare, her body, the children she’d basically helped raise. They were all gone. 

“But you have Moon again.” 

Quiet except for the sounds of Sun working away inside, the pitch of her insides indicating a second opinion from Moon itself. “I do,” she finally says, her face dipping into your hair. “And we have you.” 

“And you have me,” you agree. You sigh, the sound dragging out all the tension from your shoulders and back. You ragdoll against Sun, and they hold you tightly, concerned until you give a smile. “We’ll figure it out. I promise Sun.” 

Sun is quiet, and when you look up, her rays are withdrawn again. They look away when they catch you staring, hands dropping away. 

“Sun,” you try again. “It’s all right if you don’t feel better.” 

“You can read me, even like this.” Sun’s chuckle is sad. “I don’t hate you. But I hate this. I hate being this.” Her hand lifts and drops again. “Moon is handling it a little better. That’s why it has been center stage.” 

“I understand,” you say. There’s a pang of pain deep in your heart and you gather her arms around you again. “If Moon is comfortable being in control, then… then I understand. But please don’t hide away all the time. I know, I know you don’t hate me but it can still be hard. Is that too much to ask for?”

You can hear and feel Sun shift, rays extending as her neck cricks to one side, thinking. “I think it’s all right,” they say finally. “I think Moon will appreciate the break too.” 

“Have you two been all right?” you ask, leaning your head back once again to watch Sun’s rays. She nods and then gives a little, uncertain shrug. 

“We have been talking. It’s so good for Moon to be itself again, but there’s still pain. And distance.” Sun’s voice flattens and cuts off before the end of their sentence, making her rays pop in and out in surprise. “Oh. That’s new.” 

“I think Moon disagrees with you.” You move slowly, pushing Sun’s legs wide so you can kneel between them and open your arms. Sun stares, rays still clicking in and out as a circle. “Come here.” 

“I’ll stab you with my rays. They aren’t flexible like my old ones.” 

“Don’t care.” You wiggle your fingers at her. “Come here.” Sun does eventually move into your arms, rays withdrawing so you can rest your chin on top of her faceplate. You squeeze her tightly again as her arms wind around your middle carefully. “You’re not going to break me,” you promise. “Everything’s all healed up now, even the brain stuff.” 

“You’re not as funny as you think you are.” Sun’s voice is muffled in your shoulder. 

“I’m hilarious. I learned from the best after all.” There’s a little giggle. “I’ve been working on my gymnastics too,” you add. “I can almost do a back flip.” 

“Oh really?” She sounds bemused. “You’ll have to show us sometime.” 

“You’ll need to hold my legs.” That got a proper snort, Moon and Sun overlapping. 

“I love you Sun,” you say softly. Sun’s arms slide further up, gripping the back of your shirt. “I’ll miss you. You should try texting me back sometime. Just to say how you’re doing.” Her grip tightens. “And I’ll try to say sooner if my thoughts start spiraling out of control again.” 

“Okay.” 

“Mm?”

Sun straightens, and you have to lean away to avoid knocking against her head. “I’ll text. If you promise to take care of yourself.” 

Ah. You feel your face go hot and it’s your turn to look away. “I’m fine, really! I just sort of spiraled with that one thought and we’re working on it now!” 

“You’re pale and you haven’t been sleeping well.” Sun’s fingers trap your chin and force you to look up. “Have you eaten any fruit or vegetables recently?” You grimace, and their thumb taps over your lips. “Have you been outside the pizzaplex at all this past week?”

“You’re a bully,” you complain, unable to escape. “I wanted to stay with you and Moon.” 

Sun’s hand slips from your chin to your apron pocket. You make a very undignified sound until she fishes out your phone, holding it up. “You will be with us. In our own head, in a way.” 

“Right.” Your lockscreen is an old picture of you and Sun, clearly taken by the animatronic. You take your phone back, holding it to your chest. “You won’t be able to escape me so long as I have this.” 

“How terrible,” Sun’s smile is in his voice. 

“The worst,” you agree. 

[larcenywrites]

Raising a Baby Together | Headcanons

young!Tony Stark x Reader

Tony's barely navigated adulthood, and now he's navigating parenthood? He's not sure which is harder: working the 9 to 5 or keeping up with his little Starks!

Warnings: very mild sexual references | mild pregnancy references | one use of a she/her pronoun/term for reader

Family Series: 1 2 3

💠You hardly managed to keep track of one fussy baby, and now you have to keep up with Tony and his son? It's as stressful as it sounds, but at least his dear mother is around to help out at first! Especially considering Tony is finally working with his father and out of the house during the week.

💠But don't worry! He's definitely sticking around the house for that first week. He needs to learn how to change diapers and make a bottle, too! And struggle just as much to get baby to take said bottle.

💠Tony talks to his newborn as if he should understand words! Tony doesn't sound frustrated or anything, but he's not really cooing at him either?

💠"C'mon, we both know you're hungry." He sounds like a sleazy street salesman or like he's about to bribe a dirty cop. At least your son isn't crying anymore, cozied up in dad's arms, but sometimes he plays the waiting game and refuses to eat for a few minutes. Nothing is even wrong! He probably just likes to drive Tony crazy. It's entertaining to watch if you're around!

💠"No, do it like this," Tony chides playingly when he turns away, lifting the bottle to mouth. His son simply blinks up at him before smiling widely when he pretends to spit it out. "You eat this stuff?" He exclaims, smiling with him and sneaking the bottle right into his mouth. Somehow it works (almost) every time

💠"Do anything fun today?" He asks something like this nearly every day when he comes home and lifts him from his bouncer. He never answers, though. "Yeah, I didn't either."

💠"Were you good for mama today?" He makes sure to ask when he wanders to your side.

💠"Mostly," you tease, turning towards him when he's leaning in for a kiss.

💠"Well he's doing better than me," he mumbles back before smacking your thigh. Not in front of the kid!

💠Tony is struggling with his new work schedule, to say the least, and you're both struggling with the baby's schedule. Tony isn't used to waking up at 7am every day and is still awake throughout much of the night ☹️ The good thing is that he's able to take care of baby at 2am and really doesn't seem to mind! But you'll definitely be taking any shifts after 5am when Tony is finally asleep, and you'll probably have to get him out of bed, too 😅

💠Maria doesn't mind helping while Tony's away if you need it! Besides, she's probably pretty bored anyway. Howard's always gone during the week, but now Tony is too?? Maybe she can teach you a few tips and tricks that worked on a baby Tony, and she gets to gush over a baby again 🥰 and possibly spoil him more than Tony 🤫

💠But as soon as Tony is home, that baby is his! Unless your son is down for a nap, then you have to deal with a pouting Tony that also needs a nap, if we're being honest. But, well, with baby asleep, maybe you can finally get a nap, too! And cuddle up with your lover for a while 😉 Unless your bundle of joy wakes up crying, but, hey, Tony was the one pitching a fit about seeing him earlier, so make him go deal with it 🤧

💠Listen to him on the baby monitor every time! When he's already awake, you can hear Tony overexaggerate a surprised gasp before you hear a much softer "hey, junior" followed by another "hi!" when he picks him up 🥺 "Oh, what's wrong little man" he coos late at night when you both wake up to crying. You're not sure exactly how he does it, but he always manages to get him right back to sleep! Sometimes you might hear him humming the tune of a song that you used to dance to, or sometimes you might wake up to find that Tony had fallen asleep on the sofa or recliner in the nursery, with mini-him still in his arms or on his chest. And then he complains about his back hurting like he's some old man, and you might find that the next time he's taking a nap, he and baby are both in the bed 🥺

💠But the two of you always put him into his crib together before you both go to bed. For those first weeks, it may be the only quiet time you can really spend together, which is quite a change 💔 Tony is pretty clingy because of it. If you're not walking around, he's right next to you on the sofa with arms wrapped around you and head on your shoulder 🥺 Or he'll take a turn at holding him, especially if you're having trouble, and this time you can cozy up to him and ask about his day! And the soft conversation does help put your son to sleep, and sometimes one of you! And Tony is far too afraid that he'll wake both of you, so he'll just sit there until he gets the courage to try and stir you 😅 But if he falls asleep on you, well, at least he's easy to wake up?

💠When Tony is home for the weekend, and therefore not as tired as he is during the week, the house is full of noise, and Tony wants to take his son everywhere. His four-month-old won't necessarily remember the aquarium or the zoo or get to try all the different foods at his favorite restaurant, but they both share those always curious eyes, but this time the wonder in Tony's is more focused on the wonder in his son's 🥹

💠Tony can behave when you're out and about, but at home? He does anything and everything to keep his kid entertained, or maybe just to keep him entertained. Especially when he finally starts laughing, it's all you'll hear. Tony is constantly playing peek-a-boo or simply repeating the same babbling sounds and coos. When that little hand is grabbing at his face, baby seems to find it pretty hilarious when dad nibbles his arm or starts poking his cheeks instead! Sometimes you can't decide who's louder!

💠And, well, Tony's decided he can't get enough of all those smiles and laughter and crying, sooo he's going to have to figure out how to bounce two babies on his leg 😌 It may be a bit soon, but Tony doesn't want his son to get lonely like he did as a kid :( Your son doesn't actually understand, but eventually he starts mimicking Tony and touches and kisses your tummy 🥺

💠"Come on, you can say dada." Once again, he sounds like he's trying to bribe him. Only incoherent baby babbling follows, along with Tony's slightly frustrated sigh. "Close enough." When he does finally say it, you're probably not around, and Tony barely registers it while he's busy making lunch. He quickly turns around, pointing an accusatory finger his way. "Did you just say what I think you said?" But he only gets an innocent grin in return. He'll probably only say it again when you walk by, and while you're busy gasping and turning towards Tony, he's pointing fingers again. "I knew I wasn't crazy!"

💠Once your baby is old enough for baby food, you can guarantee that Tony is doing a taste test every time! His opinion is never very high, but at least when your son is busy laughing at dad's funny face, he can sneak that spoon right into his mouth!

And with the ability to eat more foods, comes Tony's excitement to give him sour things like lemons 🍋 and honestly he's just excited to share, like, a bowl of cheerios or something

💠But if you're ever all around the table for dinner, someone's parents probably want their grandson to sit by them for once to feed and talk to, and Tony isn't quite used to that… he's not afraid to act silly to get his son's attention from the other side of the table and make him laugh 🥰 especially if Tony has already checked out of a boring conversation. And baby must be tired of it too, because when even dad isn't fun anymore, causing trouble and flinging rice is!

💠Maria is always buying new clothes, and half of them don't fit anymore after a month or two 😔 At least you can save them for the next little one coming soon! Speaking of which, she sends her condolences when it turns out to be another boy… Even she doesn't want to keep up with three Tonys 🤧

💠But Tony sure is excited! Excited to cause trouble with his boys, that is 🙄 It's years away, luckily for you, but Tony's already buying plastic tools and talking about the lab. It might make you a bit nervous, considering all the incidents you've had to bandage up, but it is sweet to see him talk about it. He didn't exactly have the best father and son experience, but he's more than ready to make his own ❤️

💠And it must be working already because any time Tony walks into the room, whoever is holding his son will be forced to give him up— and not because Tony is the one pouting about it! Eventually your son starts to point and grab for his dad when he's returned from being out of sight for a few minutes too long! And poor Tony can never resist, even if he recently handed him off because he was getting tired 😭 "Okay, little Stark," he sighs, giving in and taking him back into his arms. But everyone awwws when he lays his head on Tony's shoulder 🥺 and now Tony definitely can't hand him off again while he's so cute and comfy! And Tony hasn't lost that proud smirk— yeah, he's the best dad with the cutest baby 😌

💠You can guarantee that his mom is eager to not only take pictures, but to go through all of the ones from back then! Tony still has a bit of that baby face himself 🥺 

💠And Howard is, well, kinda still Howard. He may not be the most reactive or act the most excited, but he does love his grandson even if he doesn't ask to hold him very often. But he and Maria are more than happy to watch him when you two want a day or night to yourselves! With they way they talk about him, your son must be a perfect angel! You aren't quite convinced when you attempt to put him to sleep that night.

💠He's learned to wave bye to Jarvis every time you leave, and the always calm and collected butler can't help but melt and coo at the newest Stark🥹

💠With baby's first steps comes another one that can't even lift his head yet. Tony took pride in always being the favorite, but as soon as his oldest learned to walk? Gone like the wind! Tony is the one following him around, and always hovering so anxiously. But the kiddo doesn't need anyone to hold his hand, literally! Tony won't say it, but something about it has him a little sad :( At least he has a newborn that can't scramble away just yet? Give it a week or so, though, and he's tottering back to dad with any toy he can find :) and maybe a leaf or two that fell off of a houseplant that he miraculously didn't try to eat 😮‍💨

💠At this point, Tony better have figured out that work/sleep schedule because you sure can't handle them both at the same time! Even if he's literally falling asleep at the table while bottle-feeding your youngest, he is dedicated to the cause. And he finds it hard to put one down for the other, but so do his sons. If his youngest is giggling at his peppering kisses, his oldest is begging for some love, too 😠

💠But, things aren't always so peachy around the house… your 16-month-old has decided it's more fun to throw those chunky plastic cars around instead of sending them down their track, and your 3-month-old is not very happy with all the noise during his nap time 🥲 These are definitely the days that Tony is both glad to be gone, and also feels pretty bad when he comes home to you needing a nap just as much as your littlest one, before immediately getting a plastic hammer thrown at him. And while he's trying his best, for once even he can't get either of them down for a nap, and at dinner time, every single chicken nugget ends up on the floor. At least the chicken nugget thrower himself thinks it's funny, and it's probably the only thing keeping Tony smiling right now 🙂

💠Tony has no idea how discipline works anyway, much less on a baby! And, well, Tony really doesn't want to have to do any of that anyway :( Has he ever even said the word "no"? Suddenly it feels much harder, but he can't just let his kid get away with trying to crawl up the stairs on his own! Eventually he'll get better at it, but... maybe he should ask his mom about it. Or Jarvis? He wasn't exactly disciplined either, huh... or not in the right ways, at least 😬

💠As much as Howard and Tony still have their differences, they can definitely bond over their experiences with their respective troublemakers 😇

"Was I that bad?"

"No, you were worse."

💠You two finally manage to get them to eat and somehow to sleep, but by the time you do, Tony's probably sprawled out on the floor and nodding off, and also acting like a baby when you try to get him up 🙄 but he's wide awake when his low groans of protest stir one of the sleeping Starks right next to him 🫣 if we stay still enough he'll go back to sleep on his own…

💠But it's after the worst days that Tony tries to be a little more romantic! He hasn't forgotten about his dedication to you too! Date nights are a bit sporadic now, and you don't have quite as much time between yourselves anymore, but no matter how tired you both are, who could say no to him setting up a nice bath and pouring your favorite wine 😘 Especially after a few convincing kisses and a sly grin that's always up to no good~

Family Man Series: 1 2 3

[peter-guy]

How Peter Griffin helped me realize I was trans.

No, that title isn't a joke. My heavy Peter Griffin kin geniunely helped guide my path to realizing I was a transgender male.

I'm not gonna lie- I used to make fun of kinning when I was younger when I was a kid with unrestricted internet access & made fun of all these concepts that were fairly new to me at the time. I think I realized kinning wasn't bad when I was 12 but acted like I hated it because I didn't want my friends to make fun of me. Said friends donot talk to me or atleast changed their mindset on kinning. When I was around 14/15, I became more invested in the kin community. I realized that most of the things that described kin fit me perfectly. I always related to Peter Griffin- He was my favorite character in Family Guy, besides Brian & Lois. Yet, the word "relate" didn't fit strong enough to me. I felt "related" to Peter to a more spiritual connection sort of way. Even to this day, it's a bit hard to explain but that's a story for another day when I can find the words to say it. Anywho, I eventually realized my feelings aligned with kin. I won't lie, I was in heavy denial since kinning Family Guy is considered cringe & we're not quite at that point where it's considered normal. I tried to identify with my kin of Stan Marsh more since South Park kin is considered less embarassing. I do kin Stan, but it's not as heavy as Peter so I felt like I was being someone else. Sounds familiar to another experience of pretending to be someone you're not, right? Anywho.. I was known as a Stan Marsh kin for about 3-ish years or so. Yet I couldn't hide the Peter kin I was hiding. By the time I was 18,I accepted it. I realized I can't hide who I truly identify with, and accepted it. I told some friends- They were more accepting than I expected. I felt so happy. I decided to go by Peter as a second name (Keep in mind, I identified as a female at the time but I thought of Peter as a gender neutral name (If you think about it, all names are inherently gender neutral.). Yet, I still didn't feel right. There was a weight off my chest, but it wasn't fully off. I started feeling uncomfortable with my deadname being used & started using Peter as my first name. But then I realized she/her pronouns weren't working for me either once I made the leap to being called Peter- I asked people to refer to me by any, but secretly I meant don't call me she/her. I started asking those close to me to use he/him and they/them interchangeably for a week, and I realized he/him made me more comfortable than both she/her and they/them. It was at that moment I realized I wasn't a female. I was a male, born in the wrong body. (I know I realized I was FtM pretty late in life, but keep in mind during my teen years I was coerced into following some pretty crappy ideologies + the environment I grew up in IRL just wasn't for trans people + Just had an incredibly low self esteem growing up to realize the reason I felt miserable was because of dysphoria.). And then I realized.. Embracing my Peter kin was the core reason that led me to figuring out my true identity. If I hadn't accepted it & let cringe culture take over my life, I would've never realized my true self. I would've stayed closeted and self conscious my whole life. I'm proud to say I'm a happier person now after coming to terms with both things.. I'm planning on starting testorone once everything in my life is settled- I'm currently in college and work a 9-5 job, so once I graduate & move from my state I'm excited to start the path of turning into my true self. I'm glad I got to share this story with yall, I used to be embarassed about it but I've learned to embrace the "cringe " sides of me, realizing I was much happier.

[wishmemel]

OMGOMG SAFI congrats on 100 ml !! hihii im here to participate in your cute slumber party event ! (i even brought my fave pillow and totoro plushie)

okok soo yk i'm dria 🩵 black / caribbean, around 5'1 (i promise im so close to 5'2 don't @ me haters will hate i drink my milk and eat my veggies) i have huge hair!! like very big hair, too many curls!! it's alot! i love reading, i write plenty of poetry, which is what i use most of my time to do — i lovelove r&b and early 2000s rap music. however, if u open my spotify rn and shuffle my liked songs it would go in order of hip hop, rap, afrobeats, classical music bcus my taste is all over the place. (i also keep a folder of edit audios for my own maladaptive daydreaming purposes lmao)

im rlly a baby blue girlie, fave flowers are tulips (idk my brain js thinks they look yummy), fave season is autumn ofc bcus rainy weather and i have an excuse to stay inside under my blankets 😭 fave animal would beee a black panther or a tabby cat! (my bby bella is a tabby lmao) i love vintage shows (rlly old noir films of all types of genres) i love cinema and visual art it stimulates me sm (im autistic btw i forgot to say mb) i've watched almost every wes anderson film in existence i love soft color palettes in film so bad <3

i enjoy watching old cartoons to relive my childhood nostalgia, jewelry (esp rings i never go anywhere without one or two on), rainy days, late night car drives, baggy shirts, scented candles, afrobeats n anything astronomy related.

im very much a social science n humanities junkie - yearning to be a clinical psychiatrist or complete my dream of teaching literature / psychology. i cry very easily (im js a crybaby istg) - in general im just very very emotional and more often than not i forget common sense and instinct are a thing bcus wtv i feel i just go with it - though i am extremely introverted and freak out when overstimulated in huge crowds and whatnot.

for the event im picking toji bcus that man is the love of my life bye ☹️ the epitome of sunshine and sunshine protector - tiny human and big scary guard dog ! in terms of our compatibility, we're so opposite it's insane! but we balance each other out well. sometimes i have to serve as toji's brain bcus this man is spending money he does not have on all sorts of things for me js cause i looked twice (my sister hced that he'd go below bankrupt buying me sanrio plushies and rings) he works mostly off instinct where i go completely off emotion so we butt heads alot in terms of decision making but he does not know how to tell me no, all i do is sigh once and HES DONE FOR.

i stress this man out like hes my full time babysitter pls

we acc spend alot of time having deep talks about the world and life in general, (i told him ab the backrooms lore and it messed w his head for weeks) which is a side of him he rarely shows to anyone (also he listens to me rant abt daily pop culture developments bcus he lowkey loves the celebrity drama) he's rlly protective, and even moreso bcus of how my anxiety gets. in a crowd this man is standing in front of me and blocking my view of everyone (he also subconsciously pulls me into his side when we're walking in public bcus my autistic ass will see one thing and wander off never to be found again) im always talking like talk talk talking and he pretends he isn't listening but he's literally able to repeat today something i mentioned two weeks ago - he's attentive, shows his love through actions rather than words. if i even make a face that gives away that im uncomfortable being somewhere, or my social battery is dead, hes taking me home no questions asked not a care as to who says what.

im an affection junkie - physical touch is my thing ! and hes so big! so im always pouncing on him for bear hugs and he acts so unimpressed and cocky abt it like "oh you missed me? im not goin anywhere relax" but he acc melts bcus when was the last time someone gave him affection?? he prob thinks im a figment of his imagination lolol

days off / dates would mainly be : window shopping, grocery runs, sitting in the park at sunset, indoor ramen dates n movie marathons and cuddles !!

AHHH sorry if i ranted way too much omg i can't wait to see what you do safi, i'll love anything u write ily so baddd <33

note: hihi dria, thanks for bringing your fave pillow and your totoro plush to the slumber party.

dria x toji — ꒰ tojria

“in this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.”

height differences, cinnamoroll x badtz maru, protective touches, 3 am conversations about life, romantic picnics at sunset, shopping together, opposites attract, shy x protective, princess treatment, introvert x introvert, buckling your seatbelt for you, tired bf x hyper gf, teasing remarks, day x night, accidental eye contact, blushing, midnight walks, late night phone calls, giddiness, sunshine x sunshine protector, stealing his clothes, late night drives, deleted texts, holding hands under the table, "mean to everyone but her" bf, head pats, she fell first, he fell harder.

being with toji is not always as seamless or easy as you make it look. He's gruff and protective and difficult and incredibly stubborn. like that time you two fought because he was ignoring what you were saying and he flat-out refused to acknowledge your demand when you called him out on it. to be fair, he'd come home after an eight-hour shift and you'd started talking his head off, but it wouldn't kill him to listen. he wasn't paying attention when you were talking about that new hello kitty cafe with the fun milkshakes and the mini donuts that you wanted to try. hell, he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder after brushing off your argument and as much as you wanted to remain angry at him, you'd softened immediately upon seeing his tired face, all eyebags and troubled frown. and he did make it up to you later by taking you to said cafe and proving that he had been listening, though when you brought it up to him, he pretended not to know what you were talking about. but deep down he cares for you and he's trying — you know he's trying and you don't want to make him feel bad for things he can't control. a lot of the concerns you should bring up to him, you don't — you want this relationship to be easy and safe. you want him to feel comfortable with you the same way that you feel comfortable with him. even if sometimes he comes home with a busted lip and bloody knuckles and sends your heart skidding against your ribcage. but what matters is that he comes to you first and he comes home to you. so you know that no matter what, no matter how he's feeling, if he thinks he can talk to you or not, he'll always come home to you. and even if you doubt his commitment sometimes, he knows that you're home to him and he'll do anything to keep it that way.

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the way i loved you, enchanted, daylight, afterglow, how you get the girl, treacherous, sparks fly, so it goes...

join safi's perfect slumber party event — requests are open for everyone!

[crepezinhos]

I was listening to a song and reading the lyrics, and then I realised that it reminded me Sooo much of your Checkmate. If you have time, can you check it out? unsure as to whether or not the english lyrics would be easy to find, so just in case;

And may I request another part of this series inspired by this song? If you want to, that's all. Really, all i wanted to do was share with you a piece that reminded me of your version of yan!scara

LOVELESS, it's a pointless night,

I want to be with you.

Love, love, love, a gap opens up,

That's all I want.

Quickly tell me the right answer,

The place where you feel good.

All I can do is something silly,

Just simple things, like rolling a cigarette.

Languid heaviness, body warmth,

There's nothing special beyond that.

Repeat after me,

"I want to see you."

Let me hear it,

"I want to see you."

Everything resembled love,

But it wasn't love.

In my foolishness,

I wanted to disappear.

LOVELESS, it's a pointless night,

I want to be with you.

Love, love, love, a gap opens up,

That's all I want, I don't want to be alone.

Even the words we piled up,

Were just a pretense of love.

Is that okay? Do you even understand that?

I want you to reveal more,

The ugly side of humans.

Even if you hide it in the rain, it'll still be exposed normally.

Can't you justify your desires?

Don't you want to see them?

Affection clouds up in a greenhouse,

I'm facing moist eyes.

Repeat after me,

"I won't go anywhere."

Let me hear it,

"I won't go anywhere."

Like eggs cracked with cracks,

As if connecting shells,

We're already too late.

Driving the final nail.

I don't want to see your true feelings,

Because I want to be with you.

Hate, hate, hate, it's all that's left,

I'll even love your dirty words.

In your parched skin color,

I'll drown,

I'll surely forget, so forget it,

Burn it into me.

If it will end someday,

Isn't it fine even now?

In our broken relationship,

Through those gaps.

Even if the spilled liquid seems like love,

It's just an illusion.

When I'm with you,

I seem hopeless.

LOVELESS, it's a pointless night,

I want to be with you.

Love, love, love, it's all there is,

Please hold me, I don't want to be alone.

I don't need things like love,

Just pretend it's love.

I probably won't say it again,

Stay here.

On a night that's not about love,

Let's step out of bounds.

Love, love, love, a gap opens up,

My red body begins to melt away.

Even the words we piled up,

Just pretend it's love.

So let me hear it, with that voice,

Hurt me.

Hello! Since this request was pretty much similar to my last one (who has been waiting for it for barely a month now…), I thought it would be more fair to respond it rather than this.

I really like the song and how disturbingly well it reminds me of Checkmate (since it was an idea that has run through my mind for a LONG time, like… before I even made my first post here) and I really did wish I could make a post about this fucked-up scenario… but I really just cannot work on Checkmate anymore. 💔

Although I had a lot of fun writing Checkmate, it unfortunately flopped and remained to flop in its prequel and sequel, and it’s not pleasant to see all my hard work on it turning out to be 40 likes in an average. I am really thankful that at least those people who manifested their appreciation were loyal to all posts related to it, but I really just don’t want to work so much on it to get just less and less recognition (although my last post about it didn’t really flop for some reason? 😭) especially when I have SO many fun ideas to work on.

Checkmate is also the kind of story that is better with an open end since I believe many people had different ideas for their future, and indeed, they’re all fun. Fluff, angst or purely smut… I’ve thought about them all in my slumbers, really.

Maybe in the future, when I feel I have a better structure in my blog, I can write an ending to it, but I’d rather let it rest for now (especially because I’m going for a 3-week trip at my home country to visit my family and friends so uh… REQUESTS CLOSED!!). If you would like to write something about it, I’d love to read it (with proper credits of course)!

But thank you so much for the music and request! I really appreciate that someone spent time thinking about my works after like 3 years of pure rejection, it truly makes me kick my feet in excitement whenever I get a request 🥹❤️‍🩹

[not-too-many-eyes]

Digimon Survive, Mistakes and Moving On Part 3: Harmony

Day 5 of Survive Week: Relationships

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Takuma Addition] This part will focus on the Harmony Route, the characters it focuses on, and what that means for the story exploring how this route connects to the larger themes of the game. EDIT: Note for myself: Do not edit while your sleepy or else you'll do stuff like forget to finish whole paragraphs. Sorry for how incomplete this was it got finished really late this should be (mostly) fixed now! Spoilers for: All of Harmony and parts of Wrathful CWs: Death, Self-Hatred, Stalking.

Save the World Something that might trip a few people up when the routes first diverge is that Harmony's route choice is "Save the World" while Moral's is "Stay true to your friends", if Harmony focuses on cooperation and...well harmony and Moral focuses on doing the right thing then shouldn't they be switched? Well, no, the thing about a Harmony Takuma is that he isn't saving the world because it's right.

Takuma: I...want to help save the world, too. Takuma: (To be honest, I don't know if I'm up to it. Part of me doesn't want to deal with it.) Takuma: (But after all I've been through, I can't just pretend like it's not my problem!)

He's coming because he wants to help Miyuki save the world, because this isn't just her problem, or his friends' problem, it's also his.

So they jump into the portal, and Chapter 9 starts, and we are greeted with a flashback focusing on Miu Shininome. Miu Shininome

Miu Shininome is the one who lead you into the shrine in the first place, and at first glance, she seems like a bit of a brat. She doesn't exactly make the best first impression considering when you first meet her she leads Ryo and Saki to the shrine that sends you to this world and the second time you meet her she's acting like a "Queen" to a bunch of Kemonogami. Miu is actually really bad at expressing her emotions. She's always putting on show. Something she even admits this to Takuma in Chapter 5.

Miu: Um, well you know how me and Kaito moved here not too long ago, right? Takuma: Yeah, Kaito told me. Miu: Things got kinda, well, dicey in the last place we lived so we moved here. Takuma: Kinda dicey...? Miu: Yeah, dicey, Kaito's been a pain in my behind ever since. Miu: He always tries to stick close to me, and blows his top at the slightest thing... Miu: I hate him doing that, so I always try to act all happy and stuff. Takuma: I had no idea... Miu: Well, it sounds like the spirit power thing isn't helping, but that's fine. Miu: It feels way safer than acting like regular old me.

We'll get to Miu's Stalker later but I do want to talk about how even in this scene Miu isn't being entirety honest with Takuma.

While Miu does hate Kaito's overbearing and overprotective attitude, Miu also cares for him a lot. And what Miu also wants, other than Kaito to stop treating her like she can't do anything, is for Kaito to be able to rest. Because she knows that Kaito does not take care of himself nearly as much as he should.

Takuma: It just shows how much he cares for you, Miu. Miu: I know that! I Just wish he wouldn't be so focused on me all the time. Miu: I don't know what's going to become of him. Takuma: You're right, he is going to have to give you some more space at some point. Miu: Yeah, see? I'm grateful to him and all... Miu: ...but I don't want him using me as an excuse not to have a girlfriend. That'd be gross! Dracmon: Ha ha, I can see it spiraling into that if left unchecked. Takuma: Sounds like you worry about him in your own way, Miu. Miu: Well, of course. We're family. I'd hate to think what might happen if things went wrong.

I'll talk about the Shininiome Siblings in more detail in a bit, but my point is Miu finds it hard to be honest and finds it even harder to trust people to be honest.

Takuma: It's hard to believe, yeah. No telling what real intentions lie behind someone's words. Takuma: There's a possibility you can't accept their words at face value. Miu: Yeah, some people apologize after the fact, even though they're not sorry at all.

Miu, unfortunately, has a lot of experience with people who are dishonest, and even more experience with people who don't think she's telling the truth.

Miu: (I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't even do anything to lead him on or whatever) Miu: (That stalker jerk's the worst. He says we're dating, even after getting arrested.) Miu: (Dating? Talk about delusional...And yet, it seems like my parents kind of believed him.) Miu: (They look at me like I did something wrong, and even Kaito is clingier than usual.) Miu: (My parents, my brother...in the end, no one in my family believed me.) Miu: (This isn't just some jaunt to the countryside...This is exile.) Miu: (I hate it...I hate everyone...I can't take it anymore...)

Miu feels suffocated, she feels like she's being punished for something that isn't even her fault and it gets worse when she goes to school, where she's ostracized and bullied.

So Miu refuses to let anyone close. Not even her brother who's going through his own problems and Miu is, understandably, both angry at her brother for being so protective and patronizing, and scared that Kaito will get hurt because of Her Problems, and she doesn't want that. They already had to move because of her stalker, if Kaito got hurt because of her...

???: I'm a burden to my family...If it hadn't been for me... we wouldn't have moved... ???: My parents wouldn't treat me like some kind of disease...I wish I could just disappear! Miu: How? How can you know what I'm thinking?!

These feelings (and the failure to properly address them) are ultimately what lead to Miu's death. Miu doesn't want to abandon one child that might still be in the park even if the fog is getting thicker. Because she's the queen, she needs to take responsibility. Notably what Miu is doing is something Kaito does a lot, which is do something that puts them at danger if it means someone they care about doesn't get hurt. When Kaito tries to stop her Miu goes anyway and Kaito realizes that this must be how she feels. But it's still Really Dangerous for Miu to be off on her own so they go after her, but there too late. Miu was deceived by a Kenzoku that grabs her before anyone reach her.

Unlike Saki, whose death was caused by something everyone could see coming, who chose to die to save everyone. Miu dies suddenly, without anyone around to help her, because she wanted to save someone who was tricking her.

Her last words is her brother's name. Miu knew that if anyone could of saved her, it would be him. The Shinonome Siblings

So, the relationship of the Siblings is basically its own character so it's getting it's own section. The Shinonome siblings relationship is tense, there's always this undercurrent of uncertainty, where your not sure if either of them really care about each other. Does Kaito really care about Miu or is it just an excuse for his violent impulses? Does Miu really care about Kaito or does she really hate him like she says she does?

Miu's stalker and the subsequent fallout is always haunting them, Kaito is always scared that something like that will happen to Miu and that he will fail to protect her again so he focuses so much on Miu that his life isn't as important as compared to her. And while Miu wants to move on she's still heavily affected by it and it influences how Miu sees herself and how everyone else interacts with her.

They are alone together. It's Kaito and Miu against the world, except they can't properly understand each other either. Kaito is trying but can never do enough to help Miu because he doesn't understand what Miu really wants and Miu genuinely appreciates and cares about Kaito but Kaito is never sure that Miu really does like him. Leading to miscommunication and harm even though they really do care for each other.

There arcs are also intrinsically tied to each other. Miu's growth as a person is shown through her relationship with Kaito and vice versa. There relationship getting better also means that them as individuals are growing and recovering.

So...what happens to the other if one of them dies? Kaito Shinonome

Kaito Shinonome loves and cares about his sister. This is an undisputed fact. Kaito cares a lot about his sister and will hurt people if it means she gets to be happy and live a good life. It's obvious from when you first meet him that Kaito really really wants his sister to be safe and okay. To the point where he's overbearing, overprotective and patronizing to Miu, Kaito treats Miu like she can't do anything for herself, even describing her as "frail" and like "timid, needing protection" when you first meet him, with Takuma even saying that it doesn't seem like an accurate description.

Kaito isn't the greatest brother in the world and he knows this. He calls his shadow self out on treating Miu like she's defenseless in moral, he tells Aoi at the end of Wrathful that he constantly makes mistakes, he gets self-conscious whenever Takuma or the others compliment him, and his affinity goes up when you call him out on his bad behavior because he really wants to stop hurting Miu.

Takuma: You act like her dad. Kaito: ... Takuma: I think Miu finds it annoying. You're always in her business. Kaito: You're totally right about that.

Kaito doesn't like hurting Miu, and while he tries to improve for her sake it seems like he's never able to do enough. It feels like he's stuck falling back into his destructive impulses and his overprotective attitude no matter how hard he tries.

But, Kaito can't help but worry. What happens if something like the stalker incident happens again? What if Kaito isn't there to protect her this time? What if he is but he's too weak to do anything? It's an understandable fear, especially since it happened when the two of them were even younger than they are now. Kaito is terrified, of not being good enough to save Miu, terrified that if he takes his eyes off her something bad will happen again, terrified that when the time comes, he'll hesitate, and something bad will happen to her. Just like before. Right before Miu's death, Kaito and Miu were arguing in the gym about Miyuki, then the conversation changes topic to Kaito's over protectiveness, Miu's weak he says, that she needs him to protect her, and he always be there to protect him. Miu shouts back, saying that she is stronger now, that she can stand on her own two feet. That really Kaito is the one that's weak, that's he's really relying on her.

Overwhelmed by his emotions and Miu having hit a point of insecurity, Kaito slaps her. He's immediately horrified, why did he do that? Miu says that it's because he's using her as an excuse to vent his anger. Is that true? Is that what Kaito is really doing?

He's not, the other routes prove it. But in Harmony, Kaito's worst fear happens, Miu dies, and Kaito couldn't do anything but watch, or could he?

Kaito: I hesitated to jump into the fog...Why did I do that? Kaito: Takuma made it back, so Miu could've done the same. Kaito: But my legs froze for just a moment... Kaito: It's just like Miu said...I wasn't thinking about protecting her at all... Kaito: Did I just wanna swing my fists...? Vent my frustrations, high on my own strength?

This is Kaito's version of "I let go of Saki" except unlike Wrathful where Aoi distorts what really happened, Kaito builds off what did happen. Miu Did say Kaito was didn't actually want to protect her, Kaito's legs Did freeze during her death. Takuma was able to come back from the Fog. Meaning Miu could of been saved and Kaito failed.

Like how Aoi's identity is built on taking care of everyone and gets shattered when Saki dies, Kaito's self-worth, is built on protecting Miu. Any progress in his development he's made before this vanishes because Miu is dead. So much of his identity revolves around protecting Miu that Kaito puts himself in Danger to protect her. After he's able to move again he tries to run Into The Fog even though he knows that Miu is dead because he cannot accept it.

Kaito: Why did Miu, of all people, have to suffer for all this? Kaito: If none of us are to blame, and she's not to blame, then why's she the one that had to go? Kaito: You can't just brush this off with some empty words! I bet you don't even care!

Kaito, like Miu, is very used to not trusting anyone . Why would he? Kaito and Miu have been alone for so long with no one who cared enough to support them, he can't accept Takuma and the others really care because if they did then why are they trying to move on so quickly? Why are they treating her like a memory? Why are they leaving her behind so easily?

Like how Aoi will always find a way to lead it back to how it's her fault, Kaito will always lead it back to how everyone, including him, failed her.

Illusion Miu: You always said you'd protect me, Kaito. You promised to keep me safe. Illusion Miu: So why? Why did you turn your back on me? Kaito: I didn't! I swear! I'd never turn my back on you! I did everything I could to save you!!! Illusion Miu: That's a lie... Illusion Miu: A lie! And you're a liar! Liar, liar, LIAR!!! Illusion Miu: I saw you hesitate. You hesitated, instead of jumping into that fog after me! Kaito: What?! Illusion Miu: I was being devoured by that fog! And you hesitated! Illusion Miu: All you cared about is yourself! That's why you left me to die!

This is very far from the truth, Kaito for one Did try to jump into the fog before Takuma stopped him on the grounds that he would die. Kaito also showed such a concerning amount of lack of self-preservation that even Miu herself was worried that Kaito was going to get himself into trouble for her one day. But, Kaito doesn't just blame himself.

Kaito: (She was afraid of others. What happened with the stalker left her scarred.) Kaito: (She fought back against their teasing because she was scared. They wouldn't stop.) Kaito: (Was it her fault? She never asked to be stalked.) Kaito: (Why does everything bad get dumped on her?) Kaito: (I have to protect Miu) Kaito: (No one else will, they'll just hurt her)

Why would a fair world let Miu suffer as much as she did? Why would a good world hurt someone like her? Why would a world worth living let her die like that?

Kaito wants revenge, and he's willing to pay any price for it.

Dracmon is Survive's Best Big Brother. He's always a delight when he's on screen and his relationship with Kaito is one of the best in the game, with Dracmon really feeling like Kaito's big brother in a way.

However in Harmony Kaito is verbally abusive towards him. If Dracmon was better, more powerful, maybe Miu could of survived. Dracmon even agrees that he is somewhat at fault for not being strong enough. Kaito says sorry right before Piedmon appears, saying he was the one who was weak not Dracmon.

But working off Survive Partner Reflections, Dracmon represents a part of Kaito. A part that, after Miu's death, he considers weak. Dracmon is always pointing out the flaws in Kaito's logic, that this is a trap, that Miu wouldn't of wanted this, that Kaito isn't acting reasonably. He tries his best to reason with Kaito, to stop him from doing something he can't take back. But Kaito won't budge.

Kaito: You understand what I want better than anyone else in the world. Dracmon: I understand...that your heart is burning with pure darkness. Dracmon: But I can tell you're serious. Dracmon: All right, then. I'll abide by your decision. Piedmon: As it should be, Rrgh! Piedmon: Now go on, imagine it...Fill your mind with hatred towards the world, with revenge! Dracmon: Kaito... Kaito: What? Dracmon: You and me... Dracmon: We were like brothers, weren't we? Kaito: ... Kaito: Yeah, we were. Thank you.

Kaito, literally, sacrifices a part of himself for revenge. Dracmon fuses with Piedmon to create Boltboutamon After that, he beats up the group, badly, and goes down to fight the Master, eventually, after another fight, Kaito goes down, and Takuma offers him a chance to move on.

Takuma: You can't change what you've done. What's past is past. Takuma: But we're still alive. The world hasn't been destroyed yet. Takuma: It's okay, Kaito. I know you'll find a way to move foward again.

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Takuma: Kaito, you're our friend. So don't go and act like you're on your own. Kaito: But...I tried to destroy the entire world! Takuma: And if you every try it again, we'll be sure to knock some sense into you.

This is something that Kaito has not had before. People who are there to support him, people who are there to help him move on and become better. Harmony Kaito is noticeably easier to reason with than Wrathful Aoi, because Harmony Kaito's problem is that he doesn't believe that the people around Miu, including himself. Really cared, and that a world worth living wouldn't of hurt Miu so much.

So when Takuma and the others offer him a second chance, even though he Tried to Destroy The World. It's the ultimate argument against Kaito's logic, that no, there are people who really do care, that there are people who are worth trusting. It's nice, until Boltboutamon comes in, and kills Kaito, The Professor, Haru and Miyuki.

Kaito: You know...being friends...wasn't so bad...

Those are his last words, it's too late for him, like it was for Aoi. I'd talk more about the ending of Harmony but it's a bit disconnected from the siblings. The most they do is help hold back Boltboutamon so that everyone else can finish them off.

The world of Harmony is more peaceful than Wrathful's, but it's still in turmoil. So the gang is now part of the Institute that is trying to help and protect kids who have found there partners. Trying to help keep order in a new world.

Ending notes: I was going to add a part about how Wrathful and Harmony are parallels but this is long and I'm already posting this late so...maybe I'll add it to Moral's part This made me love Harmony more, I thought it was fine before but this really made me think about it more...still don't think its as good as moral or wrathful but it's pretty good.

I love the Shinonome Siblings so bad ough...there so great...love them so much....

Digimon Survive Week is created by @surviveweek

EDIT: DO NOT LET ME EDIT AT 1AM IN THE MORNING TERRIBLE IDEA

[manogirl]

What's airing next? Speculation about GMMTV's remaining QL series

Pretend I'm the gif of the math lady right now.

I've been doing some triangulation based on director/artist manager instagram posts, and I have a guess for how the next 6 months plays out with GMMTV QLs. (I'm using QL vs. BL because I'm including 23.5 in these guesses.)

First of all, I think Dangerous Romance is replacing Be My Favorite in mid-August. Q10 has already finished, so even if there a lot of queues in the shooting schedule, that's still 7ish weeks until air.

Secondly, the other show that's further than a few queues shot is Only Friends, but my guess is that they put that in a Monday or Tuesday (?) late-night spot, like they did with P'Jojo's The Warp Effect. Shooting should be MUCH more regular and quick now that 2/3 of the cast is done rehearsing and performing LOL Fanfest 2023, so I think it could be ready in late-August, early-September.

Cooking Crush will air next; they're on Q3 there, so depending on how many live commitments Off and Gun have, they'll finish in time for EITHER a Hidden Agenda replacement (less likely) or a Dangerous Romance replacement. IF Cooking Crush replaces BMF, that would remove the Friday 8:30 air-time from consideration for other shows for the rest of 2023. Cooking Crush would go into January (I think).

My HOPE is that they do replace Hidden Agenda with Cooking Crush, so that 23.5 can have the Friday 8:30 slot. I think it deserves the prime placement, frankly. I think MilkLove have enough fans, and the secondary ships are gonna be GOOOOOD.

IF, however, Cooking Crush ends up in the Friday 8:30 time, then I think it's probably the Hidden Agenda spot for 23.5. Which I think is...not as prime of a slot, but then again, I think they will draw GL fans to wherever they are on the schedule.

Last Twilight is a bit of a wildcard in all of this. They haven't started shooting yet, but I think it'll be ready in 2023. I don't know if we're gonna get a "three GMMTV shows at once" situation again, but maybe they throw Last Twilight into the Only Friends spot, on a Tuesday? I think LT and 23.5 are neck-and-neck in terms of where they are in production timeline. I suppose LT could start airing in December in one of the free timeslots that isn't the Friday one....

Lastly, I don't think we're getting Cherry Magic this year. I don't know if we're getting it all; I'm having...doubts. It just seems...unlikely. I hope they do a NLMG or MLC with it, and pop it into 2024, but....boy, I just don't even know. Anyone else have any guesses on this one?

I honestly can't believe I just did this, but I guess creeping on GMMTV productions is what I do now for funsies. Hope at least some of this is right! If it's not, I'll laugh my fucking ass off.

[crystalelemental]

Recent super fun Reddit post about how 1/5 SS Silver is super frustrating and not as good as other PokeFairs got me in some kind of frothing state. Probably because this entire subreddit is a bunch of cowards who are like "the blackout won't do anything, it's just hurting our community," proving once again that Pokemon fans don't deserve rights. Anyway here's 2/5 Silver with his 1/5 grid beating some shit up, including off-typing Lucian.

Look, I'm not going to pretend SS Silver doesn't have flaws. But the notion that SS Silver's flaws are all that extreme is laughable. "He needs two support slots to do his job!" H!Caitlin bro. H!Caitlin gives him literally everything. "But he still needs crit support." If you really want to be greedy on the Buddy move, Aaron exists. At 1/5, you don't need speed buffs, so this checks out. "But why should he need so much support as a PokeFair?" Because they all do? "But look at all the other PokeFairs that came out this year and also SS Hilda." That last one is some serious cherry-picking but sure, let's talk about the others.

Emma needs help topping off Attack and Speed for full effect, and is unreliable at setting her own Poison. Lysandre needs help with special attack. In both scenarios, LA is a nightmare, where Lysandre also needs speed for gauge management, and both nearly require support to reapply their needed status, or their DPS just drops. Woe upon them if the foe is immune. SS Diantha and SS Hau are literally dead without their field effects. If we're talking 1/5, Hau is barely worth discussing, while Diantha can do okay in CS but not LA. For the ones that are super self-sufficient, like Eusine and SS Lana, that self-sufficiency comes with a high price. Eusine's DPS isn't that impressive, and at 1/5 he has none of the sync that distinguishes him from any other Water DPS. SS Lana basically doesn't have a sync, and her single-target DPS, like Eusine's, is pretty bad. That's the tradeoff, they either get to be super self-sufficient, or super powerful but clunky. Take your pick.

SS Hilda is an odd one to bring up because...well yeah, she is insanely powerful and easy to set up. Frankly I'm not sure why they made her so ridiculous. The only real limitation she has is that, at 1/5, her sync sucks ass. My wife has her EX, and it's frankly staggering how bad her sync is without Rising Tide. Even on-type is a bit of a mess.

All this to say...Silver is fairly standard for a PokeFair. If you choose not to invest in him but expect him to perform well as a damage dealer, prepare for disappointment, or to allocate the necessary investment into his success. Aaron is mandatory for a non-3/5 Silver. I can entertain the idea of Lillie, who actually has a fantastic tool in Full Power granting +3 Atk and Sure Crit to make the most of Buddy Move on turn 2, but she's a terrible tank so that was not a fun time. And I can entertain the idea of BP Clemont, but he's Ground weak and that wasn't happening with Bertha. Then again, neither was Lillie who is Poison weak. Basically, a lot of his good tools get specifically bopped this week. It's sad, but also kinda funny. But the point is, traits exist. And when people point them out, and the response is just "Yeah but those are baaaaad," the problem is you. I'm sorry Lillie isn't also a godwall. Not everything gets to be perfect. Figure something out.

Vs. Bertha (Aaron) Aaron does well enough. The main benefit of this kind of team is survival against physical. Masked Royal's debuffs are handy, and Aaron can bulk up provided it's not High Horsepower/Poison Jab at the outset. On-type, even uninvested, Silver's sync does respectable numbers. The real fun is that late-game, provided Aaron's alive, you can flinch with Attack Order and potentially stagger that last turn. I will make the general note that Silver is also frail. So the Earthquake thing was...dire. You really want to make sure the sides are weakened, or that Aaron hits a flinch on them, or it gets bad.

Vs. Bertha (H!Caitlin) Caitlin's hilarious bro. This is so much more consistent than Aaron. The Synchro Heal + shields throwdown is just immaculate. Silver's so much safer here. And you get to run Colress, who is just...so stupid. He's so dumb, I love him.

Vs. Lucian (H!Caitlin) Now here's a fun one. So, off-type this week is usually done with Lucian, because his attacks are the least scary. No natural accuracy buffs, Zen Headbutt and Reuniclus are pretty inaccurate, Colress shenanigans peak on this fight. There is, however, a lot more than bad accuracy rolls that can go wrong. For starters, Silver missing crit on sync. Love when that happens. For another, you will not tank sync without shields, so the rotation is thus:

Caitlin TM, Silver Buddy, Colress Screech.

Caitlin TM, Silver attack center, Colress Screech, Silver sync.

Adrenaline puts you in a better position for three turns later. The goal is spam damage on Lucian, cap Silver's attack if Tricksy didn't MPR, and boost special defense. When Colress has lowered special defense, spam Mirror Shot for evasion. Caitlin takes second sync, just before Lucian gets where he's going. Hope for a quad queue.

At this point, RNG goes haywire, because you need some misses. Hope for Zen Headbutt spam; often Caitlin can take one of those, and they're lower accuracy. Psychic will destroy her. Ideally, Lucian keeps swinging and doesn't use X Accuracy All until later.

From this point, Silver takes every sync. The first will not come anywhere near KOing Lucian, but it puts him in range that you don't need to spam DPS on him. Hit Alakazam once during the interval between third and fourth sync, then sync on Lucian. If his allies dropped...good luck with the quick queue. Provided it works, Lucian will drop. Alakazam is now in range of your new DPS, and the denial prevents Swift from sure-killing your ass. Unfortunately, if both allies are down, you must dodge Psychic. Success here means a two-shot, you win. I'll also note, my 2/5 Silver would have a much easier time of this, thanks to Endurance on grid. It's a good skill, recommend.

This is nowhere near a clean win, but you get the gist. It's possible. Also, if Silver were EX, it'd probably be a hell of a lot easier. But that's the point. It can be done, and the tools are there. It's just clunky. Because he's not 3/5 and EX. That's how it works. Silver's good. Apparently stupid good, since his current solo count is goddamned 9. In a lot of these cases, the problem was less about Silver being clunky, than his supports just being bad for the stage. So like...I dunno what to tell you dude. Skill issue.

[the-chicken-or-the-banana]

for the requests: 24 but like,, the opposite?? do whatever you want but also have this embarrassing story of mine for free because i have LIVED this and it is HORRIBLE!! I don’t know what was going through my mind but it was my friends bday and she went to give me a fist bump but instead of returning it I just grabbed her fist with my hand (scissors beats rock style) and we both stood there in silence for a moment staring at our hands until I turned it into a sort of handshake when I just started to shake where I had her fist gripped in my own hand up and down for a solid 10 seconds

24. "confusing a handshake for a fist bump" - but the opposite lmao

minyard-josten rivalry, y'all know where it's at

so these two dumbasses keep their relationship a secret from everyone, including their managers and PR team

anyways, i imagine that there's some sort of pre-game interview happening, to create some hype for the shitshow that's going to be a minyard v josten game

the problem is... no one knows how to predict their moves

andrew's PR team tells him to be professional — maybe shake neil's hand instead of ignoring it like how he always does

neil's PR team tells him to do something more casual, to reduce the animosity he's such a natural at creating

you can probably see where this is going...

so. andrew, neil, and few people from each of their teams come out in front of the cameras

the teammates + managers on the sides are just staring very intently at andrew and neil

neil sighs and shoves out his hand for a first bump with his boyfriend of very many years

andrew however. look, he hasn't seen neil in weeks and he the cats miss him and give andrew lots of sad meows and really seeing neil is a relief so his children not his children, his CATS, can stop being so upset

basically, he has a bit of a gay panic while looking at neil — the shape of his face, his eyes, his hair (good lord, that needed to be cut three years ago)

and so when neil puts out his hand in greeting, andrew really can't be blamed for being distracted!

he slams his fingers into neil's fist.

they stare at each other for a few moments as the only sound is cameras flashing. slowly, andrew curls his fingers just as neil straightens out his fist bump.

neil's hand now gets stuck in andrew's fist.

andrew blinks at their joined hands, promptly lets go of neil's fingers, and turns around to walk away. his teammates try to grab onto him to bring him back but like honestly most of them are laughing too hard to do anything

so the game continues as usual (with a little bit of teasing towards neil and andrew by their teammates)

and at the end of the game during the handshakes, one of the announcers says "minyard! josten! maybe figure out if it's handshake or fist bump beforehand this time!"

andrew internally flips off the cameras

(it's only not external because he knows aaron's kids are watching the game tonight and he is determined to be the more mature uncle out of him and neil)

so instead of making a fool of himself again, andrew decides to just nod at neil and walk away

no sooner than a second later though, he feels a bonk on his head. neil just bonked him. on the head. in front of millions of people.

he has to salvage his reputation so he puts his hands up in a threatening gesture and says something menacingly, but no one in the audience can hear what he says

all they see is andrew looking scary and neil... doubled over laughing

instantly, there are whispers going around the stadium about what happened, so neil's coach is like 'nah we aren't letting this kid do the pre and post-game interviews' — andrew had accounted for this in his attempt to rebuild his persona

so they try to sneak neil out the back, but what andrew hadn't accounted for was a sneaky reporter who catches sight of neil and asks loudly "what was andrew minyard saying to you on the court?"

neil smirks and draws up to his full height (which frankly, is still tiny enough for andrew to give kisses without too much strain. it was the ideal height gap, if anyone asked him. not that anyone was asking him this)

"well," neil said. "he said rock" — neil makes a fist bump — "paper" — he extends an arm out for a handshake — "and then... " — neil makes a scissor symbol — "snip snip motherfucker. we're cutting your hair when we get home."

"wait, you two live together— "

[ressjeon]

Sleep Who? | PJM & JJK

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader x Jeon Jungkook

Summary: It's late, but would that stop you? You know Jimin's always ready but you didn't expect Jungkook to deliver as well.

Genre: PWP, smut (it’s literally just filth but there’s something if you squint)

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom/sub undertones, begging, grinding, marking, teasing (at this point, it's in every fic of mine 🥴), threesome, slight voyeurism, slight degradation (once), dirty talk?, riding, orgasm denial (what's new), fellatio, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, spit roasting, unprotected sex (again, be safe), handjob, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, cum swallowing (YUM), squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, involuntary deepthroating? (we're choking/gagging? on sumn here) and reader is sneaky like me ;)

a/n:  I can't believe my first intended PWP and smut published here for the both of them are in this one impulse fic. This was my dream last week (starts after the cut) and since @taegularities dreamed of them too (she had Taehyung and I didn't 🙄) she'll be making an appearance here <3. It's also my first time writing in present tense so bear with me. Thank you to my ever talented partner @erotikkook for making these 2 half-naked, y’all go support him and his works 💕

You’re fidgeting.

You’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour but can’t and you know why. You get up and see your friend Rid on the opposite bed in front of you, scrolling on her phone.

“Aww bb can’t sleep?” she laughs and you groan, glaring at her.

“I know a way but I’m not doing it alone” you huff, grinning at her after.

She looks at you warily, eyeing you when you walk to the washroom with a mischievous look on your face.You get rid of your pajamas right away and only put on an oversized, thin, white shirt. She follows you and you smirk at her through the mirror.

“Just what are you planning to do?” she asks, though she knows already.

“You know me, now please go to Tae and Hobi’s room so it wouldn't look suspicious” you pout, giving her puppy eyes and she just sighs.

“Fine, I couldn’t sleep too anyways and they’re the best cuddlers” she smiles and you immediately bid her goodbye, hurriedly leaving the room you share with her.

You’re giddy with excitement and you hope they’re awake, if not you’ll just find ways to wake them like you always do.

 .

Jimin is dozing off until he hears small footsteps outside coming into the room he and Jungkook share. Unlike the younger one beside him who can sleep easily, it takes Jimin a while to fall asleep.

You slowly turn the doorknob and smile when it isn't locked. Have they been expecting you? You didn't get a text or anything.

It's a habit of yours that you go to them when you can't sleep just to do anything, either you talk with Jimin nonstop or play video games with Jungkook but then you see an eyes-closed Jimin laying on the bed with one arm at the back of his head, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants and Jungkook on his stomach sleeping already.

It's you. 

Jimin can tell of course and his lips quirk, already knowing the reason why you're here. He pretends to sleep as soon as you open the door, already expecting you to approach him first since he's the nearest to you.

You're hesitating as you see them sleeping already, but you've been feeling horny with all their teasing earlier that you can't think of anything other than both of them balls deep inside you for the whole day. Slowly approaching Jimin's form, you sit beside him and slowly start touching his arms.

Jimin almost jerks when he feels your soft hands running through his skin. He tries to move a little, hoping you'll get the signal that he's not fully asleep.You see his face scrunch slightly and you grin as you instantly straddle his lap, laying down on his bare chest after. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you hug him lightly with your hands wandering on every skin of his that you can reach. Jimin can feel everything underneath your thin shirt, your already hard nipples grazing his chest every time you move. Fuck.

Humming on his chest, you feel Jimin heating up. Maybe he's getting affected by your touches? You continue feeling him, squirming on his lap as you get needier every minute passes. Jimin's getting aroused with everything you've been doing to him but he’s holding back, he wants to see to what extent you'll be doing this.

You feel Jimin's hips jerk and you moan when he "accidentally" presses his crotch on your core, the fabric of his sweatpants rubbing against your clit. You wiggle against his crotch to feel more and slowly move your hips.

Jimin's gritting his teeth as he feels how wet your pussy is already. He feels your small breaths quickening against his skin too and how your touches have become desperate.

You're getting frustrated since you know Jimin's awake. It's obvious with his growing bulge under you and his chest is rising faster. So he's teasing you isn't he? You stop grinding and move up instead, your lips touching on the base of his neck and slowly start nipping his collarbones.

Jimin has been trying his best but with you getting bolder, he can't resist anymore. The moment you reach the spot below his jawline, he snaps. You feel both his hands immediately creep under your shirt to grab your ass, kneading them harshly, making you yelp.

"Shhh, you're too loud. You're gonna wake up Jungkook" he chuckles, his raspy voice silencing you and you whine in response. You look up to see him open his eyes and look away towards Jungkook as soon as you feel his eyes on you.

"Ji-Jimin..I-" you put both of your hands to your mouth to stop any sound from coming out when one of his hands reaches further down and slaps your pussy, making you squirm.

"You're so fucking needy aren't you?" he snickers, eyes now with blown out pupils roaming around your body. You whimper when his hands start caressing your hips, urging you to move. Harshly biting your lower lip you nod and start grinding on him again, moaning when he bucks his hips up.

Jimin wants nothing else but to fuck you but he's being mindful of his roommate sleeping beside him. He can see you struggling to suppress your moans, smirking at how desperate you've become.

"Please.." you whisper breathlessly.

You've been horny for hours and it seems that Jimin's only waiting for you to move first so you sit up and take off your thin shirt, revealing your bare body to him while accidentally hitting Jungkook with it who just scrunches his face. 

Jimin's jaw clenches when he sees you naked on his lap. He grabs your waist, both hands pulling you closer to him and starts massaging your tits. You moan louder but then you see his smirking face so you remove his hands which causes him to raise his eyebrows but you respond with frustrated eyes.

"What do you-"

"I want your cock" you say impatiently, making him chuckle.

"Want it that much that you come here naked and trying to wake us up?" he mocks, looking at you with darkening eyes.

"Yes, please" you shamelessly answer, moving down to grab the waistband of his sweats, pausing when you notice the wet patch on his crotch.

"You're messy, look what you did to my favourite sweatpants" he snickers, lifting his hips up to remove them but he's moving so slow so you bat his hands away and pull it down fast, his hard cock springing up and slapping on his stomach.

Jimin moans at the release of the tight constraints of his sweats and grabs himself, stroking it slowly while staring at you, knowing it will rile up even more. You're actually surprised to see him bare under but you've had enough of his teasing so you cover his hands with yours, stroking him fast and he moans louder this time.

You can't take it anymore so you move up and position yourself above his dick, aligning it towards your entrance and you slowly sink yourself into him. Both of you are gasping when you reach the bottom and your lips quirk up when you hear Jimin whine after.

Holyfuck, you feel so good. The way your wet walls clamp around his cock makes him want to just fuck up into you. Both of your hands are planted on his taut pecs, setting a fast pace at once that causes Jimin's jaw to drop. He moves his head back and closes his eyes as he moves his arms around, almost hitting Jungkook before grabbing the sheets tightly. 

One thing you love about Jimin is how vocal he is so it's no surprise when he sits up, hands grabbing the back of your torso to move you closer to him. You instantly feel his plump lips on the blade of your shoulder, trying to nibble your skin to prevent himself from moaning out loud when your pace increases.

Jimin starts fucking up to you, this new angle makes him reach that certain spot inside and you almost scream but he crashes his mouth to yours to stifle your moans. After a few sloppy kisses, his mouth leaves yours and continues to nip your jawline, marking you in the process while thrusting up faster to match your pace.

.

Sounds of skin slapping each other and moans that seem to be increasing in volume are the first things Jungkook notices when he feels his senses waking up. 

He doesn't know if his mind is tricking him but he's hearing your voice, recognizing the moans immediately be yours. This is impossible, he's convinced that his mind is just making stuff up knowing that he likes you. 

Jungkook refuses to open his eyes, even though he's already feeling tense. He moves his arms from under him to ground them on the bed. Your moans are turning him on that he unconsciously starts grinding on the mattress which doesn't go unnoticed by you.

Jimin notices how your hips are suddenly moving slowly to stop. He looks up only to find your face focused on the younger man sleeping soundly beside him. Your eyes are in haze as you look at Jungkook rubbing himself on the mattress, still facing you that you momentarily forget about Jimin currently fucking you.

"You want him, don't you?" Jimin teases, hands moving down to your ass, grabbing them for you to resume riding him. You must've wanted Jungkook too and he smiles knowing what his younger friend feels about you.

You whimper, nodding your head fast when Jimin's pace increases. His grip on your hips tightens when he feels himself getting closer but he doesn't wanna come yet so he's slowing down his thrust. 

"You're liking this, being loud to wake up our Kookie hmm?" he chuckles when he feels you clench while you're still staring at Jungkook's sleeping form. You moan after Jimin thrusts up deeper, wanting you to answer him.

"Nghh..Kookie.." you whine, one hand about to reach out to Jungkook when Jimin grabs it, looking at you playfully. You look at him in confusion when he motions you to get off of him and you stand up only for him to grab your right leg to put on top of his left shoulder.

Jungkook freezes after hearing his nickname come out from your mouth. He should open his eyes..but this vivid wet dream of his may end if he does so he stubbornly remains in his position, pressing himself into the mattress even more. 

You let out a cry when Jimin's slender tongue licks a stripe on your folds, his left hand massaging your leg firmly to let you know how loud you're being. You grab his cotton-candy like hair in retaliation, planting your left hand on the wall beside you to balance yourself.

Jimin groans at the taste of your core in his mouth. Everybody knows that he loves eating pussy, especially delicious ones like yours. He admires you holding up, though he sees your left leg tremble at his ministrations. 

Jungkook hears your moans even louder now and he's starting to believe that you're really here with him, asking him to wake up and take you just like how you want. He thinks it's too good to be true though, it's not like you feel anything for him right?

You can't take your eyes off Jungkook, how sexy he is now that he's grinding even harder on the bed. The lewd sight makes you push your core into Jimin's pillowy lips, your hands moving down from gripping his locks into grabbing his nape to push his head more into you.

Jimin's enjoying this a lot, giving in to your demanding acts for now. He flickers the tip of his tongue on your swollen bud faster, smirking on your folds when he hears you whimper. He listens to your moans that are increasing in volume in time with his pace,staring up at your pretty face that's writhing in pleasure.

You're close, so fucking close that when you look down to see Jimin already gaping at you, you almost cum. You start moving your hips harder to his mouth which makes him purr at your daring move. Your grip on his head becomes tighter as your tightening core almost snaps only for him to release you just as you're about to reach your peak.

"Suck him off" 

Jimin orders with a smug smile, running his sinful tongue around his glistening lips from the remnants of your wet pussy. Your knees almost give up after he brings your left leg down to the floor. 

“W-what?” you shyly answer, cheeks warming more at the intensity of his stare. He's watching you intently, eyes moving sideways to Jungkook. 

“Go ahead, I can assure you he wants you” he winks, moving to lay back down on the bed like he didn’t just eat you out like a starved man. Is he done with you? With frustrated eyes glaring at Jimin, you hurriedly stagger towards Jungkook to finally wake him up. 

Soft but desperate hands come in contact with Jungkook's skin and he shivers. He isn’t sure if it’s really you, but he’s leaning to the warm hands that are currently feeling him up. Though Jungkook's heavy, you manage to turn him around so now he's on his back and his face scrunches. He feels you roaming your hands through his chest now, hurried hands traveling down until you reach the waistband of his black sweatpants.

You wonder if Jungkook's awake, if he's just pretending to be asleep like Jimin did earlier. Looking at his furrowed eyebrows and laboured breaths, you finally realize that he may be dreaming. Well if what Jimin said is true, then Jungkook's in for a treat.

Biting your lips down you cup the apparent bulge on his crotch, clenching your pussy at how big it is. You want to fucking cum, but you know Jimin won’t let you unless you wake up Jungkook too which is what you want anyways. With shaky hands, you grab the hem of Jungkook's sweats, trying to pull it down along with his boxers. 

Jungkook groans when he feels your fingers around his cock, small hands slowly moving up and down. His eyes are still close, mouth opening slowly at the increasing speed of your hands. It's not often that he has lucid dreams so he'll enjoy it as much as he can, especially that it's you.

You see Jungkook squirming, his rock hard member twitching on your moving hands. Climbing up to the edge of the bed, you push your hair on one side and start lowering your head toward Jungkook’s cock. You kiss the tip at first, your tongue then slowly doing kitten licks on the slit.

Jungkook's breathing increases, his chest rises as he tries to breathe. The warm breath from your mouth around his cock is making it harder for him to stay still. He moves his hips a little, silently asking you to swallow his length whole.

He must be awake already and so you take the entirety of his cock in your mouth, feeling him buck his hips up when the tip reaches the back of your throat. You hear Jimin chuckle, averting your eyes to stare  at him while slowly releasing Jungkook’s dick before pushing back down again. He curses and you focus once again on sucking Jungkook’s cock, not thinking at how you just provoked Jimin.

Since you’re so focused on sucking Jungkook off, you don’t notice Jimin getting up from the bed and moving behind you until you feel his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks before slapping them, making you push your head further down to Jungkook's cock.

Jungkook thinks he's going crazy, the sensation around his length is rousing him from his dreams. He reaches down to stroke his member but to his surprise, he finds a head instead. It's real. Fuck. He's not imagining everything that's been happening. shit, shit.

You squeal around Jungkook's dick when you feel a hand grabbing your head to push you down more, you look up to see Jungkook’s hips now slowly moving upwards to your mouth. Jimin snickers, clearly amused seeing how determined you are at waking Jungkook up. He slaps your cheeks again, making them jiggle against his hands, earning a louder moan from you and places his cock on your entrance.

“Come on Y/N, wake Jungkook up or else I won’t fuck you again” Jimin teases, rubbing his swollen cock along your slit, the tip prodding at your throbbing clit. You begin bobbing your head faster than before, hollowing your cheeks more and stroking parts of Jungkook’s dick that you can’t reach. 

The grip on your head tightens, Jungkook’s hand now weaving a fist through your disheveled hair and you feel Jimin gripping your hips, his engorged tip slowly entering your walls before slamming himself fully into you. The force of his thrust pushes you deeper down Jungkook’s cock, gagging when you feel your throat trying to push it back.

Jungkook's eyes shot open after feeling your nails dig into his thigh. Now fully awake, he looks down to find you staring lustfully at him, your beautiful lips tightly wrapped around his dick. He thinks he’s hallucinating that is until he feels you moan around him, vibrations from your mouth making him realize that Jimin’s also fucking you from behind towards him.

"Hyung? What the..ugh–" 

Jimin just chuckles at Jungkook's reaction, pounding into you faster and nodding at the younger one to scoot up after you release his length from your mouth. Jimin relishes the view in front of him. Seeing you struggling to maintain your pace while sucking Jungkook off earlier makes his cock even harder.

"Ahh..fuck!" you gasp sharply after releasing Jungkook's dick from your mouth, placing your head on the apex of his pelvis as you try to breathe. Your legs are already aching from riding Jimin earlier and him denying you makes it even harder to hold back your impending release.

Jungkook should be doing something, but instead he's eyes are fixed on you. You're so beautiful, hair a mess while panting heavily beside his hard dick. Never in his life thinks he'll be able to see you like this, gorgeously naked while getting fucked in front of him. A blush appears on Jungkook's cheeks, he's getting shy as he's not used to this.

"Look at her Jungkookie" Jimin coos teasingly, gradually moving his hips now.

"Fucking, greedy, slut" he chuckles, snapping his hips on every word and grabs your hair to pull you up, locking your hazy eyes to Jungkook’s shy ones. You clench at Jimin’s lewd words and he slaps your ass cheeks in return, making you drop your head back near to Jungkook’s dick as he resumes his pace.

You grit your teeth at Jimin’s remarks, lifting your head up a few moments later to look at Jungkook again who you think hasn’t blinked since he woke up. Your lips quirk as you stare at him, a devilish glint now added to the lustful look on your eyes making Jungkook gulp, eyes averting from yours to look anywhere else. 

payback for teasing you earlier,

though he did it unconsciously...

You scoff as you grab his dick, planning to resume your hands on him when Jimin snaps his hips deeper all of a sudden.

“I told you to suck him off,” he demands in a sterned voice, slapping your ass once more so you instantly place Jungkook’s dick in your mouth, bobbing your head fast at once and Jungkook releases delicious loud moans that are so much to your liking. 

Jimin just laughs at both of you and Jungkook, one of his hands leaving your hips to trace his fingers on your folds, finding your clit and rubbing it fast just like his thrusts. 

"Fuck..Y/N" Jungkook moans as he closes his eyes, tossing his head back as his hand finds it way back on your head. His moans spur you on to suck him faster, one your hands moving down to fondle his balls. 

You feel so full. You're getting what you want, both of their dicks inside you and silently pat yourself for having hot friends like them. You've been denied your orgasm earlier so you do your best to make Jungkook cum but you almost choke on his dick when Jimin starts rubbing your clit.

Jimin's close as well, the way your pussy keeps clenching his cock tightly makes it harder for him to hold back anymore. His hand leaves your clit to grip your hips, thrusting faster to chase his own peak.

You wish you could see Jimin right now, that stupid hair of his has been making you horny since he got them done. You feel Jungkook's grip on your hair tightening more, telling you how close he is and you swallow his load when he reaches his high, helping him ride it out as he continues to thrust his hips into your mouth.

You relax your jaw as you release him, focusing on your nearing peak as Jimin pounds unto you with his brutal thrusts. Even though Jungkook just got his release, he still doesn't move from his position. He runs his hands through his wet hair as he watches how you come undone under Jimin, his own cock stirring up again at the view.

“Shit, shit, shit..so tight!” Jimin grunts, spilling himself into you, hips rolling lazily but somehow deeper that reaches your spot repeatedly. 

You scream as a wave of pleasure hits you, way stronger than your usual orgasms. With heavy breaths, your thighs quiver and you feel warm liquid running down your legs making Jimin gasp as he pulls out of your cunt.

“Fuck, Kook, look! We made her squirt!” Jimin laughs while playing with your clit and sliding his fingers through your folds and the greedy part inside of you wants him to slip them in despite the oversensitivity that you’re starting to feel. Jungkook's mouth opens slightly, his eyes full of amazement as he watches his older mate continue to slap your pussy. 

“So this is how girls squirt, fuck..” he whispers, moving to sit up with curious eyes trying to see your gushing cunt.

Still on your knees, you throw your head back and sigh in satisfaction of that mind blowing orgasm you just had. Mind and body are still shuddering from the way Jimin played with you and how Jungkook keeps staring at you sexily this whole time. You turn your head back and see Jimin walk away to clean up in the bathroom. 

Jungkook grabs the white shirt beside him to clean you up but you stop his hands before he can do so,

"The sheets are already messy Kook, there's no point" you sleepily answer him, your voice having a little rasp from screaming moments ago and that snaps something in Jungkook.

To your surprise, he flips you on your back and you look at him in confusion. You notice his demeanor change, wolfish eyes now scanning your body until they train on your wet legs.

He looks back at you, a smirk now on his face, his shyness now long gone and is being replaced with something predatory. You gulp, eyes now thrumming with excitement seeing this side of him.

Jungkook's hands are on you in an instant, his palms on your breast to push you back when you try to sit up and he moves them to grip your forearms, pinning you on the bed, positioning himself between your legs.

"Now that Jimin hyung's done, it's my turn to wreck this pussy no?" he smirks and you know you won't be sleeping for the rest of the night.

Originally, it was both half-naked Butter Jimin (with gray sweats) and In The Soop Jungkook (without tattoos in black sweats) in my dream (set in a bedroom, with warm lighting) but Cayden and I couldn’t find any pics of them in specific angles so we just opted on another pictures.

I also initially wanted to add more parts for JK to balance the amount of scenes but that would deviate to the actual sequence in my dream XD

— masterlist

tagging dem hoes: @koyalov @joonights @joheunsaram @btsmosphere @ddaechwita @hoebii @sugasbabiie​ 

©  ressjeon 2021. do not repost, modify, or translate.

[chaolie]

Fundy Fluff Week, Day 3 - Touch

Heyy uh can we pretend that I'm not almost 3 weeks late with this one? Yeah? Thanks. So yeah, here's another contribution to @fundyfiles' event from me! Which you can also find on my Ao3! Isn't that cool? No, it's not been like 18 days since my last contribution shhh- Ah, and for clarity, this takes place in Las Nevadas

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Characters: Fundy, Quackity

Fundy carefully hung the sign with "Toll gate" written on it above the small booth before stepping back and nodding to himself. It all looked good, he thought, especially for being made in just a single day. He was sure that digging out the rest of the tunnel wouldn't take more than three days, especially if Slime decided to help them out for at least a bit again. He paused for a moment to wonder... if he offered to, would Quackity let him stay around and continue working through the night? That could be nice, he wouldn't have to go to sleep yet, and... before he could bring that up, he noticed the man taking a step forward and squinting at the sign.

"...Is something wrong?" he asked. Did he misspell anything? Slowly, Quackity shook his head.

"No, no, I think it's fine," he answered, taking another step forward. "I just... can you read what it says?"

"...Just Toll gate," the fox hybrid answered. Quackity nodded in acknowledgment. "...Why?" Fundy asked after a moment of hesitation. The man turned to face him and pointed at the long scar running across his eye. He didn't look upset, but Fundy still cringed slightly when the realization hit him. "Oh. Sorry."

"It's okay, don't worry. You're probably just tired," the man suggested, and Fundy nodded. It probably ruined his chances of getting to work through the night, but it was most likely true either way. "...I'm surprised you can see anything down here, though. How is this enough light to write?" he asked, motioning to the single block of glowstone they added to the tunnel.

"Well... I'm a fox hybrid, so I don't need too much light," he explained with a shrug. Quackity fell silent for a moment before sighing and closing his eyes.

"Right. Looks like we're both tired," he pointed out, and Fundy absentmindedly nodded again. "Well, we should probably start heading back then."

For a moment, Fundy considered objecting and saying he'd rather stay around and dig for at least a moment, but he quickly gave up on that. He reluctantly followed Quackity to the entrance of the tunnel. He stepped outside, finally feeling the sand under his feet again, took a deep breath of the cool night air, turned around, and... He could barely see any lights in Las Nevadas. The giant sign, the space needle, almost everything was covered by darkness. The only thing still lit up and visible was a part of the casino that was supposedly not finished yet. That seemed... bad. Trying to keep calm, the fox hybrid looked at Quackity just in time to see the man rubbing his temples and swearing quietly.

"Not again," he groaned. Well, that was still... somewhat reassuring? It meant that the man probably knew what was happening.

"What's wrong with the lights?" Fundy asked, and Quackity shook his head.

"Nothing, the redstone they're hooked up to is just... ugh, I thought Sam fixed that," he complained. Fundy breathed a sigh of relief, so it wasn't anything serious...

"Do you want me to take a look at that? Maybe I can help?" he suggested. It was a great excuse to not sleep yet, and it was actually useful!

"Sure," Quackity agreed, not giving his answer a second thought. Instead, he squinted at the ground. "...You don't have any torches, right?"

"...I don't," Fundy confirmed, and the man sighed again.

"I thought the light from the sign would help us get back, but..." he shook his head. "It's fine, walking isn't that hard," he decided and started to head back. Almost immediately, he stumbled over a small stone lying in the sand and fell to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Fundy caught up to him just when the man lifted his head up and spat out some sand, making a repulsed face in the process. Then, he nodded.

"Yeah," he answered, getting back to his feet. Fundy held his hands out to catch him if he was to lose his balance again, but at this point, he wasn't sure if Quackity could even notice that in the darkness. "Yeah, I'm fine," he insisted. Suddenly, an idea formed in the fox hybrid's mind.

"Do you want me to lead you?" he offered without thinking it through. Quackity seemed to hesitate for a moment before sighing quietly. Fundy considered just taking the offer back to save them both the embarrassment, but before he could, he got an answer.

"...Yeah. That sounds helpful," Quackity agreed, brushing the sand off his shirt before blindly trying to reach out to Fundy. After breaking through the surprise, the fox hybrid carefully took his hand.

"Alright, let's go," he said, gently trying to lead him up the hill, steering him away from rougher terrain and providing as much balance as he could.

He... wasn't sure if he was holding his hand right. He probably was, Quackity wasn't complaining and he had no idea if there even was a way to hold someone's hand "wrong", but he could never be entirely sure. He rarely held hands with people, Yogurt disliked that kind of affection and before adopting him, Fundy spent months on his own. Not to mention, even before that he didn't have many opportunities to "practice". After they finally made it up the hill and were almost by the road, the fox hybrid decided that there would be no harm in asking. If he was doing something wrong, maybe he could at least fix it during this last stretch?

"Hey, uh, Quackity?" he started, glancing back at the man he was leading. Quackity looked vaguely in his direction and seemed curious. "I'm not holding your hand wrong or anything, right?" he asked.

"...What?" Quackity responded, and his curiosity seemed to be replaced by pure confusion. He chuckled quietly. "What does that even mean?" he asked, and Fundy shrugged. That was a good question.

"...I don't know, it's just... I didn't hold anyone's hand in ages, so I... want to make sure I'm not doing it wrong?" he explained hesitantly, and the man slowly nodded along.

"Alright," he said, and to Fundy's great relief, he didn't sound judgemental. "You're doing it fine, don't worry about that," he added, making Fundy relax even more. Then, a somewhat dreaded question came. "How long has it been?" Quackity asked.

"Oh, uh, well..." the fox hybrid hesitated, nervously tensing his shoulders. "A couple of months. Maybe a year. I don't know," he shrugged the question off. The man he was leading hummed quietly.

"Oh wow," he answered, and sounded almost-sad. "Do you need a hug?" he... teased? That had to be it, Fundy decided. A joke to lighten the mood, not an... offer, or anything.

"Probably," he laughed quietly, and after just a moment, the man's laughter joined him.

For some reason, he still half-expected Quackity to pull him into an embrace, or at least offer to. That didn't happen, of course, and it shouldn't have been all that surprising. The man was technically Fundy's... boss? President? No matter which title fitted better, they both meant the same in regards to giving out hugs just because he hinted that it's been a long time since he last got one. That's why he quickly accepted that he would get nothing... well, except for an opportunity to work with some redstone the moment they make it further into Las Nevadas. That was something almost as good, he liked redstone and it would make him feel more useful! It also couldn't make him all choked up and touched while a hug surely would, that was an upside for sure... By the time they reached the fountain in front of the casino, he almost convinced himself. He led Quackity just a bit further, until he was sure that the light coming from the building let the man see most of their surroundings. Then he stopped and waited... the man was yet to let go of his hand.

"So... where's the redstone?" he asked after a moment of silence. Maybe Quackity just needed a moment to orient himself before leading him there?

"Well... We're standing over it. It's a big circuit connecting all the buildings... that's probably why it keeps breaking," the man explained, and Fundy nodded.

"Yeah... Maybe we could separate them? We can make a room where they almost-connect if something needs to be turned off... then even if something breaks, it won't affect everything!" he thought out loud, and the more he considered the idea, the better it seemed. Were there even any flaws to that plan? Quackity hummed quietly and didn't interrupt until he was sure the fox hybrid was done.

"That sounds great," he nodded in approval. Almost immediately, Fundy felt a rush of energy and motivation, it sounded great and he was not going to rest until he was done! Sure, he didn't even look at the redstone yet, it would probably be a tedious job, but he truly couldn't care less- "But how about we take care of that in the morning?" Quackity continued, and Fundy's excitement almost instantly vanished.

"What? Why?" he asked. The lights were broken now, so he should fix them now, right?

"It's very late," Quackity answered with a light shrug. "It's dark, we're both tired, and no one will notice the broken redstone until tomorrow evening. So I think we should just go to sleep and take care of that later," he explained further. Fundy did not like that idea, but he wasn't sure if arguing would be... wise. The man still seemed to notice his hesitation. "Look, you agreed you were tired when we were leaving the tunnel. Why not get some sleep, then?" he asked. Fundy answered almost instantly, long before he could think his words through.

"What if I don't want to sleep?" he answered, and despite his greatest efforts to sound casual about this, he was certain there was still a hint of desperation in his voice. Desperation Quackity clearly picked up on. The man sighed and fell silent for a moment. "It's just... I..." he tried to think of an excuse. "I... Don't have a bed...?" he said finally, and the man in front of him sighed again, more heavily this time.

"Okay, forget fixing the redstone in the morning. I'm clearing both of our schedules until noon at least, okay? Now follow me," he said and started to confidently walk into the darkness again. For a brief second, Fundy considered sneaking away while the man's back was turned, but he quickly realized they were both too tired for something like that. Reluctantly, he tried to follow.

"Where are we going?" he asked when he caught up to the man. At this point, they must've been too far from the light to let Quackity see much, but the man didn't stop.

"The hotel," he answered with a shrug. "It's not finished yet, but at least one bedroom should be usable. We can get you your own bed in the morning," he explained, and Fundy couldn't help but cringe slightly.

"What if I don't want a bed?" he answered with a question. "Any bed. Even the one from the hotel."

"The couches by the entrance are alright too," Quackity responded. They were close enough to the building to let Fundy see those through the window, and they sure looked comfortable... he still didn't think he should use them to rest, though. Before he could actually think all that through, he noticed that Quackity wasn't slowing down and managed to grab his shoulder just before he'd hit the glass.

"You're walking into a window," he informed when the man looked back in his general direction with a confused frown on his face. Still looking a bit lost, Quackity reached forward and quickly felt the glass' cold surface.

"Right," he awkwardly pulled his hand back. "Can you... help me to the door, then?"

"Sure," Fundy nodded, letting go of his shoulder and grabbing his hand again. He still hoped he wasn't doing that wrong somehow. He helped Quackity to the door and led him inside without any issues. Once Quackity realized they were walking on the floor rather than the street, he stopped.

"Perfect. Now, to the nearest couch?" he requested, and Fundy took a look around. He wasn't getting out of this one, was he?

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, starting to walk towards one of the couches. When they reached it, Quackity used his free hand to feel around for it before sitting down and patting the spot next to him. After a second of hesitation, Fundy sat down. "Okay, what now?"

"Now we can rest," Quackity answered. Just before the fox hybrid could say that he didn't want to sleep again, the man spoke again. "You don't have to sleep, but at least relax. Maybe close your eyes for a moment? I'll sit here with you, okay?" he explained, and his voice sounded... nicer, Fundy noticed. Or his tiredness was just really getting to him.

"Okay," he nodded. He didn't have to sleep, just take a little break from doing anything else. Relax, enjoy his comfortable seat, and... and...

Soon enough, his eyes started to close on their own. He almost forgot how nice it was to keep them shut for longer than just a blink, and now they felt far too heavy to open again. He wasn't falling asleep, he tried to convince himself before yawning. He was just resting his eyes, it was nothing like sleeping. His head started to feel heavy too, tilting to the side no matter how much he tried to hold it up... Man, he really was tired. Slowly, he lost the strength and motivation to keep himself up, letting his body drop to the left so he could lie down- the next thing he knew, his head was resting on Quackity's shoulder. He froze for a moment, should he sit back up? Or would that make the situation even more awkward? Should he just pretend to be dead?

Quackity let go of his hand, reminding him that he still didn't let go since entering the building. How long has it been since then? A minute? An hour? He couldn't tell with how hazy the tiredness made his brain. For a moment, he thought this was his cue to sit up and apologize only for the man to slowly put his hand over his shoulders instead. That must've been the closest thing to a hug he's received in ages. Did Quackity know he was still awake? If he did, he didn't say anything about the situation, and Fundy decided to keep the silence. He was sure he wouldn't be awake for long anyway. He could feel his consciousness slipping away and he didn't want to fight it anymore. In a minute or so, he was certain he would be asleep... and for the first time in months, that thought didn't scare him. He wasn't alone, and he was sure that if anything happened, Quackity would be kind enough to wake him up.

The man was right, he thought right before he finally fell asleep. The repairs could wait, and they both deserved some rest before taking care of them.

[astralspock]

DTA First Read, Chapters 2-5 liveblog

Finally finished Week 1's chapters! Highlights, all in quote form with some comments italicized throughout and lengthier commentary at the end:

"To this day, he still isn't sure what he would have done if he was able to find Castiel's body in that reservoir; most of it is a blur of sleeping, eating, and searching that precluded anything like actual thought that only ended with Sam's insistence that he needed to stop, that maybe there wasn't a body to find." OKAY I am very glad we're getting this-Dean's s7 trauma worked out in these interesting ways

"for a second (only for a second) Dean feels a hot rush of bitter envy (of the Apocalypse, how fucked up is that?) because he's never been this to anyone, for anyone; no one's ever looked at him like this" I. Was. So. Fucked. by this line.

"If Dean needed him for something, Cas would show up. Late," he adds with a faint smile, almost affectionate, reminding him that Chuck is probably just as crazy as Cas these days. "But I'm pretty sure that was deliberate." "Dying of Croatoan is the least of our problems," Chuck answers with a snort. "Weird thing, international epidemics cause panic. Like mass panic, social breakdown, fragmentation revolution, any of that ring a bell?" I have got to admit this part was Something to read in 2022.

"Destiny is bullshit." "Destiny is a word far more vast than the definition would imply...sometimes, what you've become makes it impossible to see all potential paths. What you know limits what you believe can be achieved." "You can't believe that." YO this is the free will shit that I am here for exploring.

"We weren't always on speaking terms, but neither were we always...not on speaking terms." ohhhhhh

Commentary:

I highlighted approximately 75 quotes from this swath of chapters, and I also hit the part where I stopped reading before -- the very beginning of chapter 3, right before Chuck and Cas have their conversation about Dean and they go on the saving-Dean's-ashes mission. I DO NOT KNOW WHY I STOPPED GOOD LORD.

I think it's official that I'm in, now, and highly invested. I also realize how little I know about this fic beyond its basic premise and I am so stoked to see where the plot is going.

The Chuck/Cas dynamic is one that I'm very interested in, as well as exactly how Chuck's prophet-status will play out in both revelations of the past and in the current plotline.

The entire fucking scene where they get shitfaced and end up cuddling and then the immediate SHIFT in the morning after Dean takes a shower was such a sucker punch to my gut. "You seem to be under the impression that we have developed a bond due to excessive alcohol consumption while you shared your feelings in monotonous detail and I pretended to care." STOP.

The undercurrent of Sam's presence is both heartbreaking and comforting. I find fics where Sam is dead/permanently gone (as far as I currently know/expect) to be quite hard to read sometimes because either they ignore Dean's grief or else acknowledge it and it's all consuming and I am too Dean-coded to read it, but this story is treating Sam's presence with this tenderness that I am very grateful for. Dean is such a little SHIT to Cas (entirely warranted) and the layers of character interactions that happened to push their relationship forward in the span of 3 chapters is an absolute masterclass that kept me devouring it the entire time.

On to week 2! Chapters 6-10 liveblog coming later this week...follow the tag #camppodsquad!

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VI/VII)

"the downfall"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadows @missmulti @accioweaslcy @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley16 @dianarte @skarlettmikaelson

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: my apologies for keeping y'all waiting for this one darlings, but here comes the next part YAYY! Enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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He had left me in the room that morning, alone, with regret and guilt straining my chest, with embarrassment and panic heaving over me, my only company being a terrible headache and a sore body.

I was still waiting for him to come back. Of course, he still lived in the apartment, but the day after, he slept at Shell Cottage because Bill needed help with the chores, and the next night at the Burrow because Molly had asked to keep an eye on 'the kids' —the kids being Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione— while she and Arthur were off to visit Andromeda, and at Lee's because Angelina was away and they were going to have a boys' weekend; in summary, he managed to avoid stepping into the flat while I was in there for an entire week.

I would be lying if I said the idea of moving out hadn't crossed my mind, but I knew I was being dramatic— we were being dramatic; we were adults, even if we forgot about it more often than not, and adults talk things out, so I decided to confront him at the only place I would manage to corner him; the shop.

When I descended from the office on the second floor, I spotted the ginger turning the 'CLOSED' to face the glass door. "Oi!" His head snapped to me as I climbed downstairs and he instantly walked to the shelves on the opposite side. "Can I have a word?" I requested, following him, only for George to move on to another shelf.

"Right now I'm quite busy." He replied, seemingly absent-minded as he pretended to check the products in front of him.

"This is important." I insisted, moving to stand besides him.

Not fast enough, though, because he was off to yet another part of the shop as soon as I got close. "I'm sure it can wait."

"You know it can't," I assured intently, stalking after him, only for him to speed up his own pace, moving from product to product without stopping too long in front of him. "George I'm- Oi, stop! We need to talk about this!"

"Well maybe I don't wanna talk about this!" He exclaimed, taking big steps under one of the stairs in order to shamelessly dodge the hand with which I had reached out to stop him.

"George Weasley don't run away from me!"

"I'm not running away from you!"

"You're literally RUNNING AWAY!"

He stopped circling the counter and stood across from me, slamming his palms over the till. "ALRIGHT, LOVE!" for the first time, I didn't like the way the name dripped off his tongue. "Let's talk about how we accidentally FUCKED! That's what you want so badly, isn't it?!" Flush crept up his neck and ears, and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or from timidness. "Go on, darling, lead the bloody way!"

I felt my own cheeks going red, partly because of his straightforward statement but also because I genuinely had never heard George raise his voice like he had just done.

"Cat's got your tongue now?!" My stuttering seemed to fuel his anger more. "C'mon, Y/n, talk! You wanted to talk!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, GEORGE!" He clenched his jaw as his freckles drowned in a sea of pinkish red. "Yeah I want to talk! 'Cause that's what grown-ups do! We don't know how to act around each other so we just don't spend time together anymore— Fuck, I've barely seen you! AND WE. LIVE. TOGETHER!" I emphasised each word with stomps. "We can either pretend it didn't happen or talk it out to make sure we're on the same page, you choose but for Merlin's sake, don't avoid me!"

"OKAY!" His eyes widened, surprised at his own tone, and then he repeated in a softer, self-conscious one, "Okay." He breathed deeply and then added. "We're on the same page, right?" His eyebrows raised as he looked into my eyes. "It was... A mistake."

I should have noticed the uncertainty and hope in his voice, but I panicked and was too quick to respond, "Yeah! A massive mistake." My words stung my heart and, to my dismay, his own just as much. "Can we go back to being friends? Because I'm going crazy without you." I blamed our watery eyes to the argument we had had, and not to the fact that it had been a mistake.

He circled the counter and walked to me, hesitating before pulling me into a hug. "Can I...?" I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his middle. It took a moment for him to ease into my embrace, and I could tell we had fucked up our friendship for good. "It's alright, we'll make it right again." His words made me squeeze him tighter, as if he was about to vanish from my side.

And from then, we tried to make it right, we tried so hard, because it seemed so easy to make it wrong again.

Everytime we stood too close, everytime he leaned on to whisper something, everytime I helped him with his tie, our eyes would fall on each other's lips; I would sometimes drift off the conversation, staring too much at his mouth and hands, wandering if they would feel just as amazing as they had done while we were drunk.

"Y/n are you listening?"

"Uh yeah- I mean, no- sorry, what?"

I was so focused on trying to hide it that I didn't notice George was in the exact same situation, meaning that neither of us could give in, because we would go down together. In all honesty, it was doomed to happen at some point, we were just delaying the inevitable.

The moment came the last night of January, when George showed up in my room due to a really rough nightmare, and I, as always, invited him in so we could lay down together.

"Isn't this... Weird?" He murmured as we scooted closer. We had kept physical contact at bay for obvious reasons, and cuddling had been off the table since New Year.

"It doesn't have to be." I replied, my voice as quiet as his. "We've done this a thousand times."

"Right." He cleared his throat, averting his eyes from mines as we shifted in our places ever so slightly, trying to find a position where the situation turned less awkward.

And it happened, my mind got lost on the way his neck tensed, on the damp locks hanging over his forehead, sweaty due to the nightmare; on his plump lips, which he had just wetted with his tongue in the most subtle way. It was a nervous habit of him, something he would usually do, but that didn't make it any less hot.

"George..." I called his name without noticing, my heart hammering violently against my chest when his gaze landed on my eyes, quickly falling on my lips.

The next thing I knew was that he was holding my thigh over his hip, his other hand on the back of my neck while we shared a hungry kiss that, as soon as my hips involuntarily rocked against his, turned into something more.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The next morning we swore to each other that it was just another accident, that it would happen again.

And the next one too.

And the following.

The fifth time that happened, we agreed to call the situation a 'friends with benefits' kind of thing, well aware that it was an euphemism for the downfall of our friendship.

I had longed to be hers for so long, and it that moment, as I lay by her side in her bed, that wish seemed so close yet so far; I could reach out and my fingertips would touch her skin, yet I had never felt that distant towards her.

The moment my eyes were averted from her form, her gaze was laid on me. "You don't have to go."

"I know." I replied in a mumble, already sitting up and reaching for my pants. "But soon we'll have to get up, so I might as well do that and let you sleep." I didn't want to turn around, I didn't want to see her beautiful irises pleading for me to stay by her side, because I knew I would.

I saw on my peripheral vision her fingers attempting to carefully wrap around my wrist, and I was quick to stand up and walk to the door; sadly, I did not miss Y/n burying her face into the pillow, her hands fisting on the fabric ever so subtly.

She tried to hide her tears like that, and I agressively wiped mines as soon as I reached the corridor.

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"Morning, lady!" I light-heartedly greeted Y/n without turning my back to the making of our breakfast when I heard the steps approaching the kitchen.

In the morning it was easier to pretend everything was back to normal; usually, the refreshing sunlight and the drowsiness provided by a night of sleep were enough to wash away the sad truth of our relationship.

"Good morning, sir." She responded with a yawn, rubbing her eyes as she walked to stand besides me, leaning against the counter with her arms folded. "Smells good." She commented, leaning on to take a peek at the scrambled eggs.

I was about to make a cocky, playful comment when it dawned on me what she was wearing; it was my jumper, one of the old ones that I exclusively used for pyjamas.

I knew she didn't do it intently; I had left it on the floor the previous night, and it was probably the first thing she grabbed, but it struck a nerve.

I had seen a similar scene way too many times before; a sleepy, dishevelled Y/n entering the kitchen with an ugly Weasley jumper as only clothing, ready to start the bickering with an almost identical version of me who would be making breakfast.

My head then travelled to the thought that lately crossed my mind more often than not and my heart clenched; In Y/n's eyes, I was, most likely, just a poor replacement for Fred.

"You alright?" That worried furrow appeared between her brows too often lately. We were both walking on eggshells, and it got me on my nerves.

"You don't have to ask if I'm alright every time I'm quiet." I hadn't meant it to come out harsh or curt, but it definitely did.

"You're not quiet, you're overthinking." She responded with a tinge of hostility.

"What's to overthink?" I fought the need to raise my voice.

"Dunno, you tell me." She squinted her eyes with a scrutinising gaze directed to me.

"Can we not do this?" I almost pleaded; heated arguments had become a usual thing between us —yet another sign of the unfixable problem we refused to address.

Y/n was about to reply something that would lead us into a fight when the doorbell rung. "Mister Weasley?" I took that as a cue to go open the door to Verity, already dressed on her uniform. "The Valentine's Day products arrived, should I unpack them or..." Her eyes flickered behind me and her cheeks heated up. "Y/n—" When I looked over my shoulder, I felt my own face flushing out of embarrassment. Y/n was still my employee and Fred's ex, so Verity catching a glimpse of her dressed in my jumper wasn't the best thing for any of us. "I— am I— sorry, am I interrupting?"

"You're not interrupting." I assured her with a reassuring smile. "Leave the boxes on the puking pastries section, we'll be down in ten."

"Alright, sir." Her curious gaze travelled to Y/n one last time, and with that, she was rushing back down to the shop.

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READER'S P. O. V.

The ache that had appeared on my chest the day after New Year would end up killing me, or at least it felt like that.

I had a dreadful gut feeling of knowing what caused that pain, but my mind refused to believe it was that, and kept pushing the sensation back into my heart day by day.

George had gone to relocate the puking pastries in the upper level of the shop so I could prepare the section with the Valentine's Day products.

My eyes dawned on the small packages of Amortentia. I knew it was a terrible idea but I needed to know.

I took a look around, making sure Verity wasn't near and George was up still, and brought one of the Amortentias under my nose. It didn't take long for the scents to besot me, and I had to put all my will on not to fall under the potion's spell.

The first smell to reach my nostrils was gunpowder; my heart skipped a bit when the next scent was vanilla.

Then strawberry and chocolate; candy floss cupcakes and George's cologne.

The tiny, heart-shaped bottle fell from my hands, scattering all over the shop's floor. "Shit!" I rapidly kneeled to pick the shattered glass when I realized it had echoed in the empty establishment.

"Oi! What was that?" George descended from the second floor, using the ladder. "Oh shit—" his hands took a hold on my bicep and pulled me away from the pool of pinkish pearl liquid that seemed to be attracting me. "Don't!" He warned Verity, who had attempted to jog in the potion's direction too. "Verity, can you bring me my wand?" The girl complied running up to the office.

In Verity's absence, George took the chance and cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to check my eyes. "You alright?" I managed to give him a slow nod, my mind buzzing with the newly acquired information. "Getting the Amortentias was a bad idea, wasn't it?" I nodded again, producing a frown between his eyebrows. "No 'told you so'? Are you sure you're alright?" He chuckled nervously, his hands falling to his sides right in time for Verity to rush back to us.

"Here, Mister Weasley!"

"Thank you, darling." He politely replied, taking the wand and restoring the potion bottle in a swift movement. His eyes peeked at me again; I could see the worry growing on him. "Y/n-"

"I'm gonna go wash my face." The words hastily left my mouth before I dashed off to the restroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a look at the mirror; my pupils were blown and my cheeks pink. I ran the tab and splashed the water on my face a few times until the potion's mild effect was gone and my mind clear.

It was in that moment that it dawned on me that I was in love with George Weasley.