#well that's cool though. I'm always down to understand me better. and hey what a funny way to do it too

[pellowinksx]

Hey Pellow, hope you're doing great. I recently found your blog and it has been so inspiring, I read your posts almost everyday either for motivation or just for funsies. So thanks so much for being so clear.

I had a question based on something personal happening with me and I wanted your opinion. So I understand that negative thoughts about my specific manifestation should be flipped and that circumstances don't matter. I completely get that, the thing is I don't have negative thoughts about my manifestation, I don't contradict them, HOWEVER, I have negative thoughts about other things like stuff ppl would've done or said to me in the past (unrelated to my manifestation), so I guess I'm asking if that would affect it even though I believe that it wouldnt. But is that related to self concept?

I also wanted your opinion because I like how you relate manifestation to your religion, I'm a Catholic, but I do have a strong appreciation for the Muslim religion and try to understand it as much as possible, so yeah let me know if what I said makes sense.

Thank you ❀(*´▽`*)❀♡

oh hii! this is so interesting actually I had to sit and think with this one for a while ♡♡

so I personally think it does not affect literally anything that has to do with your desire, unless it makes you think you cant have them. and the reason why I think this is because;

I held myself back for a while trying so hard to make myself the perfect confident baddie bombshell hottie that the community told me to be. I was like 13 and trying so hard to be everything I'm not, however I always felt numb to my desires. I didn't think I couldn't get them but I didn't think of myself as god (obviously, I'm muslim) nor did I think I was some queen.

before I had even changed my appearance, a lot of people perceived me as pretty, lots of girls would talk behind my back and dislike me out of jealousy. and it made me realize who I am in other peoples eyes. I have autism so it was hard for me to perceive myself. Until I realized I can just create someone and become them.

A lot of people perceived me as confident and pretty and bubbly. but I saw myself as someone dull and stoic. because thats who I really was, I just put on a show infront of my friends and peers

(this sounds like a vent but bear with me girl I promise it'll make sense)

I realized that I was never insecure, I was always confident and comfortable with myself. I just didn't think of myself as some high and almighty being. the internet tells you that you're god and you're a queen and people should bow down and kiss your feet. which is cool, if you're into that khalas. however I think that can lead you to arrogance which can cause you to sin

(I am not trying to impose limiting belief I am saying personal experiences from a religious person)

confidence can look like being numb to people who suggest you're something lower, confidence can look like ignoring bad thoughts about yourself. confidence can literally just be yourself being an existing being. Because you don't need to all day everyday act like you're the shit and you're better than everyone if you don't want to.

the negative thoughts I used to tell myself even before realizing I was perceived as someone I should be, NEVER interrupted my life experiences. it never imposed on my manifestations, friendships, appearance, none of it. Because as humans we have ups and downs. we go through phases, we go through hate cycles. and thats OKAY. literally there is nothing wrong with hating yourself for 2 hours and then thinking you're the shit its OK. we, (especially as women) go through conflicting feelings all the time throughout the day.

Where am I trying to go with this?

self concept doesn't matter and it honestly never has. it all just goes back to the state you dwell on. YOU give meanings to states YOU give meanings to thoughts however its always netural. so if you think about the past, and be like "oh well maybe I couldn't" thats okay...because you still can. the self concept part comes automatically, after you keep affirming and telling yourself you have something your mind will finally click and be like "wait I'm goated" the law always works. You arent above the law sweetie. one opposing thought doesn't cancel out a dominant state. its like this->

𐀪 thinking "netural thought"

𐀪 thinks a thought that opposes it "netural thought canceler"

𐀪 continues with its day and decides to keep thinking "netural thought"

whatever state you TURN TO again and again will manifest. THATS THE LAW

I'm so sorry if this was long and confusing and dumb but the short answer is no, it will not affect your manifestation. we do not need to be in "high vibrations" 24/7 we just need to say "I have it" and keep saying that over and over.

ciao+kisses! -pellow ♪(^∇^*)

[afniel]

Realizing that I went and wrote a bunch of intentionally aro relationships and my partner was like, "Idk, it seemed like normal relationships to me," and I was like, "I mean yeah it's not that different from ours, I guess, I was kind of going for 45° off from 'normal' romance," and they're like, "Okay, but ours is also pretty much like that," and I'm like, "Yeah, true," and now I'm like, damn hold up, are we both some kinda arospec and THIS is how we figure it out? Because I wrote a long-ass fic about intentionally queer-coded (among other things) robots? Life is weird, man.

Like I've been prone to extreme long-term crushes on a very few (mostly unattainable) people over the years, but I wouldn't have known what to do with them even if they worked out, and cough my ex was not even one of them. I just kind of assumed I was failing to feel a thing I was totally supposed to feel, there, and quite a lot of that relationship emotionally was me going, "Okay, I care like This, but I think I'm supposed to care like That? I'm pretty sure he cares That way. I'm not sure I do, but I mean, there's really only one way*, so maybe I'm just misreading this and actually I do care like That, I'm just bad at it."

*This was me being very incorrect, it turns out. There's all kinds of ways to love someone. It's a very inadequate and nonspecific word.

When I confessed my feelings (which I'd been sitting on for a year) to my partner, their reaction wasn't to be particularly romantic about it. In fact they told me they'd help me move to California if I wanted to. And after I got over my initial confusion of being kissed on the forehead (which is also not super romantic as a gesture and I couldn't decide how to even read that so I kinda skipped over even trying for a while), I was thinking, Awesome, that is a yes. They have promised to assist me with difficult stuff, and said nothing at all about emotions, because that's not a big deal anyway. The important thing is that I can rely on them and vice versa. Cool. We are basically together forever now. Which ended up being true. I just never moved out and now it's like 13 years later, go figure. But that's not what I think actually passes for reciprocating feelings for most people? Worked great for me though.

Anyway I feel like I have accidentally learned something about myself, lol. I guess romance is okay I guess, like it's not repulsive, but seriously, it's WAY more satisfying to me to guess someone else's Quiplash answer because you know they know you would think it's fucking funny, and you do, and because you think it's funny and you're well aware they know your type of humor and you know theirs and that you wouldn't expect them to use "cum" as an answer because that's not usually how they roll, so of course that is the only answer they can possibly give, which is instantly evident to both of you with no conversation whatsoever on the topic. When you got just one brain cell and it's quantum entangled with their just one brain cell so you have a lot of null discussions where nobody has to say anything but it's fully understood anyway, that's The Dream, if you ask me. And like I don't really think that's romantic by the usual definition. You can have that with friends and family, too. But that is what it turns out I prioritize in relationships, which I'm starting to feel like isn't what the majority of people are here for?

TFW it's hard to tell because I've been assuming I'm totally alloromantic so everything I experience must be typical totally alloromantic stuff too, but I'm starting to think it isn't maybe? But how do I even tell, this is like being colorblind, lmao.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Big Boss II

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're not just Not-Wolfsburg's Big Boss

You're a very good Big Boss.

You know this because Coach Emma and your mothers tell you so.

Sometimes though, you wish you weren't the Big Boss of Chelsea.

Specifically, now.

You wiggle happily in your seat as you sit in a video review session. The team are playing Arsenal at the weekend and you swing your legs back and forth as some of your favourite players appear on the screen.

"That's Daan!" You tell Jessie and Niamh. "She's so cool!"

Niamh looks at you a little wounded. "Cooler than us?"

You give her a look. "Of course! 'Cause she's Arsenal."

"Maybe tone down the love, princesse," Momma laughs as she moves to sit in your seat, swinging you up into her lap," We're still Chelsea here."

You sigh. "Why? Morsa says that if I love something I should let people know."

"I think she meant someone's cooking or a game, not one of our rivals."

"But why?"

"Well..." Momma has to think for a second. "Because being a good Big Boss means that you have to take into account other people's feelings. Jessie and Niamh might feel sad if you keep talking about Arsenal."

You hadn't thought about that before so you slump in Momma's lap.

"Sorry," You murmur. You shouldn't lie but if it's to save someone's feelings you think it's okay like that time Morsa lied about how your cookies tasted even though you know that you put salt in one of them by accident.

You wiggle on Momma's lap excitedly though at the thought of seeing the Arsenal girls again. Leah and Katie are super cool and Jill's tall so you climb up onto her shoulders so you can be tall too. Beth and Daan are extra special though because every time you see them, they give you a juice box and a snack.

You kick your legs out a little as you wonder what snacks Daan will give you this time.

"That's Leah!" You say before turning around in Momma's lap to peek over her shoulder at Morsa," Is she better than you?"

Morsa chokes a little bit, thumping her chest as she coughs. "What?"

"Cause you and her play the same position," You explain like Morsa's slow," Is she better than you?"

"Princesse," Morsa says in shock," What makes you think she's better than me?"

You shrug. "Dunno. That's why I'm asking."

"Just because she's Arsenal doesn't mean she's better than me," Morsa says," I'm one of the best."

"Was just asking!" You defend, sticking your tongue out," Momma says that if I ever wonder about something it's better to ask!"

When game day rolls around, you're very excited.

You're excited for every match day but especially against Arsenal. You get up extra early and go downstairs to play with your toys while Morsa and Momma wake up. You thought about going to the Big Bed but you know that you would just fall asleep and you want to be awake for the game today.

"Seeing the Arsenal girls," You tell Morsa when she asks what's got you so hyper," They're my favourite!"

She groans like she always does when you proclaim your love for Arsenal.

Momma laughs before going serious. "I know the Arsenal girls are your friends, princesse," She says," But this is very serious, okay? You can't tell them anything about how we're going to be playing, okay?"

Your brow furrows. "Why?"

"Well, because then the match won't be any fun for anyone and we all play football because it's fun, don't we?"

You think about that for a moment. It makes sense. You love playing football. You can't imagine what it would be like for it not to be fun anymore. "Okay, I won't tell."

"You're a good secret keeper," Momma says," I have no doubts you'll do very well."

You puff out your chest in pride as the car comes to a stop and you all get out.

You don't really understand why you all have to check the pitch because it's the same every time but Momma and Morsa make you.

"Daan!" You cry out, immediately detaching yourself from Morsa to run over. You stumble a little bit before crashing into her arms.

"Hey there!" Daan laughs as she swings you around. You settle happily on her hip and she pulls a Freddo Frog out of her pocket that you munch happily on.

She walks you both over to a bigger group of Arsenal girls and you high five everyone.

"That's a nice shirt," Daan says, pulling it down from where it's ridden up," What does it mean?"

"Means I'm the Big Boss!" You boast, puffing out your chest," I'm the best Big Boss 'cause Momma and Morsa tells me so."

"Oh, wow," Daan says with the perfect amount of awe at your status," I wish we had a big boss."

You look around quickly and bite at your lip. Momma and Morsa made you promise not to blab about Not-Wolfsburg tactics to Arsenal but they said nothing about helping them.

"I can be your Big Boss!" You say," But you have to ask my Momma and Morsa 'cause I'm only little and they still make lots of my choices."

Daan laughs but brings you over to where Momma and Morsa are milling about on the other side of the pitch.

"Momma," You say because you know she's more likely to give you what you want," Can I be the Big Boss for Arsenal today?"

She seems to catch on to what you're doing because she shrugs. "I don't know. Why don't you ask your Morsa?"

"Morsa, please?"

"Trying to pinch my daughter, van de Donk?" Morsa says," That's low."

Daan shrugs. "I'll give her back?"

"See that you do." Morsa presses a kiss to your forehead before letting Daan take you away.

You make sure to be just as firm as you always are because Coach Emma always tells you that being firm is the best way to get a team to play good so, just because you love Arsenal, doesn't mean you go easy on them.

"Run! Run! Run!" You order," Hurry up! Stop being slow!"

You cross your arms over your chest firmly and stamp your foot on the ground.

"Faster!" You yell," Or my Morsa's gonna catch you and she's not going to let you win!"

[thatonefreakk-0]

~Heat~

➵Author: thatonefreakk-0

➵Content: Fluf, Smut, p in v, gentle sex, praise

➵Words: 2.844

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It's once again a hot day in hell, which is usually normal, but today is one of those EXTRA hot days. Everyone at the hotel is trying to desperately find ways to cool off a little.

Everyone seems to be wearing very little clothing to try and bypass the unbearable heat. You yourself are wearing a short skirt and tank top, which differs from your usual attire of having a lot of your body covered up. Though under these terrible temperatures you let it slide. Navigating through the hotel's long hallways, you enter the lobby and see Angel Dust and Husk on the couch, in front of a fan. You make your way over to them, "Can I join you two?" you say almost desperate to sit in front of that fan. "Of course!", Angel tells and you don't hesitate to jump in front of the fan with them. The cooling air of the fan hits your burning hot skin, you sigh and close your eyes, relaxing into the couch with the cooling breeze showering over you.

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Most of the guys are topless, which is understandable, if you were a guy, you'd be topless right now as well. Thinking of this made you realise, you haven't seen Lucifer at all today. Lucifer and you are close, you call each other best friends, but there's definitely more.

Your head roams with thoughts of what he could possibly be doing right now, or what he's wearing. He always covers up, the most you've ever seen are his forearms from when he crumpled his sleeves to his elbows. You shake your head to get out of your train of thought and get up to walk to the kitchen, all this heat is making you thirsty after all.

Picking up a glass you fill it with cold water and chug it slowly, you set the glass down and let out a relieving sigh. Sweat pearls up on your forehead as the heat strikes you again, you wipe it away and look to your side. Your eyes widen as you see Lucifer in the lobby, talking to Charlie. Your eyes immediately dart to what he's wearing. He's topless, making his wings pop behind him and showing off his abs and well trained back. Your eyes fall further, he's wearing sweatpants, they look custom tailored to fit his tail. You just stare in awe at his striking beauty.

'Pull yourself together!', you tell yourself and snap out of the trance you were in. You decide to see what they're talking about. "Hey Luci, hey Charls, what's up", you ask mindlessly, trying to ignore Lucifer's breathtaking physique.

His head turns to face you and and his eyes widen a little, looking at your face before briefly checking you out. That's when you notice, you've never worn clothes that are as revealing as the ones you decided to wear today. A light blush crosses your cheeks but before you could think, you were cut off. "Hey y/n! Dad just wanted to tell me something real quick, what about you?", Charlie explains and I nod my head, showing that I acknowledged her words. "Ah- yes, I just went to get a drink real quick" you chuckle the notice Lucifer staring at you. "Y/n?", Lucifer says close to a whisper. "Yes, Luci?", you question his sudden mention of your name. "How are you dealing with this heat to today?", his voice shifts back to an innocent tone. "Oh, barely, it's so hot", I tell wiping pearls of sweat off my forehead. "I can tell, want to join me in my room? I have cooling". "You. Have. Cooling? And you didn't tell me?! Yes I'll join you!", you couldn't believe he had cooling this entire time. Lucifer chuckles, "Come with me then". With no further questions, you follow him to his room.

This isn't your first time in his room, you've been here countless amount of times. You enter his room and feel the shift in temperature instantly, relieved, you let yourself fall on his bed, sighing comfortably. Faint chuckling can be heard as you get comfortable on his cozy, smooth bed. He walks towards you, smiling, "Better in here isn't it?". "I'm never leaving your room, ever again". He laughs, "Is that so?". "Uh huh!", you stretch your arms then sit up on his bed when you suddenly notice his chest. You totally forgot he was topless and a faint blush creeps onto your cheeks. Lucifer seemed to notice this and sits beside you. His eyes darting different features of your body which he hasn't seen before and it's making you blush. "You know.. I really dont have a problem with you staying in my room", he explains. You were about to say something but he beats you to it, "I mean you can stay here any time you want-!" he notices what he said and embarrassingly tries to save himself. You laugh, "Relax~ I'd love to stay here, it's super comfy!", you smile at him and he seems to ease up again.

It's only now that you realise just how close you are sitting to him, thighs touching. Usually you wouldn't mind this, you and Luci hug each other a lot but something is just off with you today.. perhaps not only you are feeling 'off' today.

The tension hanging in the air is as thick as the awkward silence that was filling the room, until Lucifer broke it off, "You know uh.. I've never told you this but you're outstandingly beautiful". You can't help but blush at the compliment and look away embarrassed. "Oh stop it-", you smile nervously, trying to deny it. "Oh but you are", he speaks with new found confidence in his voice, which he definitely got from seeing you blush.

His fingers gently grab your chin and turn your head to face him. Your eyes widen slightly, flustered, you're now looking at him. His eyes dart to your lips, then meet your eyes again. His whisper breaks the silence once again, "You're so breathtaking..", he says in awe of your beauty, examining your face. Your heart starts pounding faster as he leans closer. 'Is this actually happening?? Are we about to kiss?!', you think to yourself. "Y/n..", he pauses, "may I kiss you..?". Your heart pounds out of your chest as those words leave his lips. You'd be a fool to deny it. You'd be a fool to deny him. You gather any amount of confidence left and answer boldly, "Do it". He seems taken aback by your bold answer but accepts it. His hands cup your face and he pulls you closer, "I've always wanted to kiss you", he whispers against your lips and kisses you gently.

Your heart skips a beat as you feel his lips on yours, soft and gentle, passionately kissing. Your mind eases a little, knowing the feeling is mutual now. Your hands reach up into his soft blonde hair and you kiss back, matching him perfectly. The kiss you share seems to have stopped time. You're completely lost in his sweet taste. His right hand moves gracefully to the small of your back and pulls you in closer. Your hands leave his hair and settle on his bare chest.

He separates the kiss and you both try to catch your air. You look up at him, pure love in his eyes as he meets your almost enchanting gaze. "That was.. amazing" you whisper. Both of your faces are flush pink, you want to kiss him again but you're unsure if he does too. 'He really did kiss me' you think to yourself in shock. The silence is loud, unspoken feelings are in the air and the oh so familiar tension between you two didn't seem to budge. "Y/n,..?" his smooth voice rips you out of thought and you nod. He seems to say something but all you see are his lips moving. "..y/n..? Are you listening?". You completely ignore his question, the kiss you shared with him just now fueled you. You want more so you gently grab his face, taking him off guard. "Kiss me again, I liked it". He smirks at your words and pulls you onto his lap, back your face heat up. "So eager hm~?", he whispers and kisses you deeply. This time, you both seem a bit more needy. His hands roaming your body carefully and pulling you even closer.

You separately the kiss to catch some air, look into his half lidded eyes which are full of love and lust? "Y/n..", he starts and you notice that you do see lust in his eyes. Before Lucifer could say anything, you kiss him deeply and a little rougher than before. Instantly he kiss back, the kiss is rough and sloppy, you're making out. Your hips start to involuntarily move back and forth, grinding against his crotch which makes him groan. His hands examine your body, moving down under your skirt, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush against him. "You sure you want this~? I advise you to be careful with your decisions~" he smirks. "What'll happen if we keep going~?", I tease dragging my fingertip from his chest downward. "That depends on how far you want to take this darling", he stops and leans in to whisper into my ear, "I'm willing to do whatever you'd like~". You blush. Calling you 'darling' then telling you that?? Butterflies.

"Now I'm curious~", you giggle. "We'll see how long that giggle lasts my love", he whispers and kisses you hard, making you moan into the kiss unexpectedly. You kiss back and decide to just go all out. Grinding yourself against his crotch. The groans he lets out only help to fuel your desire. You start to feel his erection growing and smirk during the kiss. "Someone's excited to see me~", you chuckle. "Always.. fuck you're so hot", he responds quick. You think you have him in a vulnerable state, but he proves you wrong and swiftly moves you onto the bed, getting on top of you. You gasp but he shushes you, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you", he winks and starts trailing small kisses down to your neck. The kisses start to get sloppy and you feel his teeth graze your skin. He bites making you gasp and choke back a moan. He notices, "Don't hide those sweet noises baby~", he orders, his voice lower than usual. He goes back to your neck when you feel him bite. "Mhh~". "That's my girl~", he breathes against your neck. He bites your neck until he finds your sweet spot. "Ah-!", you moan, making him bite harder. "Ah~ Lucifer..". He chuckles then puts on a little more serious tone, "Are you okay with us doing this love?". "Y-yes", you can't believe he asked for permission. With your conformation, he continues. You see his gold magic remove both of your clothes and you heat up. You can see his body now, wow.. He notices your staring, "Looks like you enjoy your sight just as much as I like mine~", he licks his lips looking at my body and I blush.

He moves down and spreads your legs, brushing his fingers between your wet lips, making you gasp. He finds your clit and massages it gently, you whimper at this, your stomach feels fuzzy. He enjoys your whimpering and rubs your clit faster. "Ah~ oh my- ngh~", you hold onto the bedsheets. "So sensitive hmm~", he says seductively, his voice very deep and low, which you have never heard before. You open your eyes to look at him, his eyes glowing red and his eyelids low. 'Shit he looks hot', you think to yourself then feel a finger at your entrance and gasp,pulling you out of thought. "You're soaking wet for me already~ You want me so bad hm~". You blush and look away embarrassed but he makes you face him with his other hand at your chin, "Tell me what you want sweetheart~ What is it you want me to do~". Your blush stays content, "I.. I want you". "Want me to what~", he teases. "To.. fuck me..". "That's my good girl~", he says as he lifts my legs over his shoulders,"You ready~? I'll start slow, if you want me to stop tell me alright?". 'He's so respectful..', you think and nod.

With that he presses his tip against your wet entrance, then pushes in slowly, making you groan as his big size stretches you out. Grabbing and holding on to the bedsheets as he pushes in further, inch by inch. "That's it, you're doing great my love~", he praises, suppressing his groans. He stays still, letting you adjust to his size. As he's letting you adjust you deside to ask out of curiosity, "Lucifer?". "Hm?". "How big are you-?", you can see his face flush a little as you ask. "Right now, about 12 inches". You look at him shocked, "12 inches- No wonder it hurts-, wait- what do you mean by 'Right now'?". He chuckles, "Size manipulation darling, 12 inches is my normal size but if you need more I can give you more". You blush, "Oh- I think 12 inches is more than enough". He laughs, "You ready for me to move?". You nod and he starts to slowly slide in and out of you, gaining groans and moans. He groans as well, his hands on your hips to hold you steady. He starts moving a little faster, making you moan more. He increases the speed of his thrusts more and more. You're a moaning mess now with unregulated breathing. "Ahh~ Ngh~ please f-faster Lucifer~", you beg and he happily obliges. He thrust even faster, "Ahh~ yes~!". Without a warning he thrusts faster and faster making you throw your head back and arch your back at the intense pleasure. "Fuck~! Ahh~!", you moan loudly, your hands making their way down to try and cover your pussy in 'protest' but he's not letting that slide. His demon tail swirls around your wrists and pins your hands above your head, "Behave darling~", he orders between his own groans. He continues to slam into you rougher and harder and you start loosing control over your body. You feel yourself getting close to a climax and make sure he knows too, "L-lucifer~! I-I'm close~nghh~". "Good, cum when you're ready baby~", he thrusts faster and harder, feeling your walls clench around his length. "Fuuuck~ Deeper~~!". He does as told and thrusts balls deep into you at an insane speed. "I'm- I'm coming~~!!", you shout as you release your liquid and orgasm. You moan relieved and he let's you ride out your orgasm then pulls out. "Do you mind uhm..", he looks down at his hard dick, he pulled out to not cum inside you. You quickly move and take him in your mouth, earning a rich moan from him. You suck him off hard and rough and not soon after he grabs your hair and finishes, shooting his cum down your throat moaning loudly, "Ah~ y/n~ fuck~!". He let's go of you and you look up at him swallowing his cum. Both of you trying to catch your breath.

Both of you manage to calm down again. "That felt just amazing" you tell him. "I'm glad you liked it", he smiles. You lay down and he drops next to you, stretching his arm out for you to lay on, which you do and snuggle against his warm body. "Lucifer..". "Yes?". "I love you". His breathing hitches as you told him that, "I.. I love you too y/n", he whispers as his hand brushes through your hair. You fall asleep.

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You wake up cuddled against him still and sit up carefully. "Good morning beautiful", Lucifer tells you sitting up as well. "Good morning Luci", I smile. "Let's go get breakfast sha'll we?". You nod and watch him get up, so do you and you hear him chuckle, "Looks like you're having a little trouble walking there". "Mhmm, I wonder why that is", you say sarcastically. He snaps his fingers and you're both wearing his robes. It's a little big on you but it fits. Together, you two walk to the kitchen and see the others. You don't notice that they're all looking at you and Lucifer at first but then Angel says something, "Looks like someone had fun yesterday~" he teases and laughs. You blush a bit embarrassed and just groan in response.

Lucifer grabbed some tea for both you and himself and walked past his daughter Charlie, "You have a new mum now", he says out of nowhere and takes a sip of his tea as he finds his seat at the table. Your eyes widen at his words and blush embarrassed. Angel looked surprised and Husk spit his water out. Charlie looks dumbfounded, "W-What?", she looks at Lucifer shocked. "You heard me", he simply says and sits down, you joining him.

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BOOM, I haven't written smut in years and I've actually never written in the 3rd perspective so I hope it was alright!

If you have requests please tell me, I'd love to hear and write your ideas!

[starlitmelanin]

ᡣ𐭩ྀི do better; t.alexander-arnold

pairing - trent x fem!reader

word count - 1.3k

warnings - none

summary - subbed off in the 70th minute, trent’s frustration boils over by the time he gets home. you comfort him, but also remind him of who he is and the responsibility that comes with it.

the door slams shut with a force that almost makes the walls tremble, the kind of force that tells you exactly how trent's feeling before you even see his face. you're in the living room, scrolling through your phone when you hear it, and the heavy thud of his bag hitting the floor follows seconds later.

you don't need to ask him what's wrong; you already know.

he's in the hallway, and the frustration is written all over his face. it's in the tight set of his jaw, the way his eyes are dark and stormy, and how his hands are clenched into fists at his sides like he's trying to keep a lid on whatever's bubbling up inside him.

"hey," you say softly, getting up from the couch and walking over to him.

your voice is gentle, careful, because you know how much he hates losing his cool, how much he prides himself on being in control, especially in front of you.

he doesn't answer, just exhales a harsh breath through his nose, his eyes flicking to the side as if he's trying to compose himself, trying to shake off the anger that's still simmering beneath the surface.

"trent, talk to me," you press, reaching out to touch his arm, hoping to ease some of the tension out of his rigid posture.

"they pulled me off," he says finally, his voice low and clipped, like he's trying to keep from shouting. "70th minute. can you believe that?"

you nod, even though you don't need to say anything. you've been with him long enough to know how much he hates being subbed off, how much he values being on the pitch, being in the thick of it with his team. and tonight, being pulled off early, in his eyes, felt like being stripped of that.

"i was fine," he continues, his voice rising just a little, his frustration leaking through despite his efforts to keep it under wraps. "there was no reason for me to come off. none."

you watch him, knowing that right now, he needs to vent, to let it all out. but you also know that once he's calmed down, he'll see things differently. right now, though, it's your job to be the balance, to be the voice of reason when his emotions are running high.

"i know," you say quietly, guiding him towards the couch, hoping that sitting down might help him relax a bit. "but you have to trust the coach's decision. maybe he saw something you didn't."

he shakes his head, the frown on his face deepening. "nah, it wasn't that. i know my body, i know when i'm done, and tonight, i wasn't done. he should've let me finish."

you sit down next to him, close enough that your knees are touching, and you can feel the lingering annoyance vibrating off of him. you let him stew in it for a moment, knowing that sometimes he just needs a bit of space before he's ready to really hear you.

"i get it, babe," you say after a while, your voice steady, even though you know what you're about to say might not be what he wants to hear. "but you can't let it get to you like this. you're the vice captain, trent. you have to keep it together, especially out there, in front of everyone."

he looks at you, his eyes narrowing slightly like he wants to argue, but there's something in your tone that makes him pause. you've always been able to get through to him, even when he's too caught up in his own head. it's one of the reasons why you work so well together, why he values your opinion so much.

"i know," he mutters, dropping his head back against the couch, his eyes closing as he exhales a long, slow breath. "i just hate it. i hate not being out there, not being able to do more."

you nod, understanding where he's coming from, but also knowing that sometimes, stepping back is just as important as stepping up. "i know you do. but you have to trust the process. trust that the coach knows what's best for the team, for you. and you can't let your emotions get the better of you, especially not on the field."

he's silent for a moment, his brows furrowed as he processes what you're saying. you can see the internal struggle on his face, the way he's wrestling with his frustration and the logic you're laying out in front of him. it's never easy, getting him to see things from a different perspective when he's in a mood like this, but you know he'll come around. he always does.

"yeah, you're right," he says finally, his voice softer now, the edge of anger starting to fade. "i just... i don't know. it just got to me tonight."

"that's okay," you say, reaching over to take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. "you're allowed to feel how you feel. but just remember who you are, trent. you're a leader, and you need to act like one, even when things don't go your way."

he opens his eyes then, turning his head to look at you, and there's something in his gaze that makes your heart swell. it's gratitude, appreciation, maybe even a little bit of awe, like he can't believe how well you know him, how you always seem to know exactly what to say.

"what would i do without you, huh?" he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, the first sign of the frustration starting to truly melt away.

you smile back, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "you'd be fine. just a little more annoyed, maybe."

he chuckles at that, the sound low and warm, and you can feel some of the tension leaving his body as he relaxes into the couch, his hand still holding onto yours.

"i'm sorry," he says after a moment. "i didn't mean to come in here all pissed off like that. i just..."

"it's okay," you interrupt, squeezing his hand again. "i know it wasn't about me. and i know how much this means to you. but you've got to remember that it's not just about tonight. it's about the long game, about being fit for when you're really needed."

he nods, his expression thoughtful as he takes in your words. "yeah, you're right. i just need to get out of my own head sometimes."

"and that's why i'm here," you say, your tone light, but there's a seriousness in your eyes that he doesn't miss. "to remind you of that, to keep you grounded."

he smiles at that, a genuine smile that reaches his eyes, and he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than usual. "you're amazing, you know that?"

"i try," you tease, nudging him playfully with your shoulder, and he laughs, the sound warming your chest.

the rest of the evening is quieter, the tension from earlier disappearing as you both settle into the comfort of each other's company. you talk about other things, lighter things, the issues of the game left behind.

it's these moments that you treasure the most, the quiet after the storm, when it's just the two of you, no distractions, no pressures. and as you curl up next to him, his arm draped around your shoulders, his thumb tracing absent-minded patterns on your arm, you know that this is where you're both meant to be.

together, dealing with the highs and lows, the wins and losses, the frustrations and joys that come with life, with love, with being there for each other, no matter what.

[leviraaaaaa]

"LEEEVIII!"

Levi snapped his head back, eyes widening when he caught your figure hurtling through the air, the distance making you look smaller than you were. With a flip, you landed on the branch beside him, shooting him a grin.

"Hi."

Levi glared at you, as if to burn you with his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He hissed, sheathing back his sword. "What are you doing here?"

"I got lost. Then I saw you." You beamed, uncaring of his outright pissed expression, all too used to him and the sharpness of his words. Your expression wasn't the slightest bit of upset that you got lost in a middle of a fucking forest filled with titans. Instead, you looked like someone just stuffed you with sunshine and rainbows.

"You got lost?" He said in disbelief. "How the fuck did you get lost? You were supposed to be with Hange. How do you lose Hange?"

"Ah well." You shrugged, looking down at the ugly little titan by the foot of the tree that was trying to climb up. "That's a pretty big one. Should we capture it?" You mused, tilting your head to see it better.

"No. Go back to your position." He seethes. "Stop pulling stunts. You're gonna get killed."

"Well, that's why you're here, aren't you? To stop me from getting killed."

Levi glowered, his jaw twitching.

"Fucking walls." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm two seconds away from throwing you down there."

"But you won't." You grinned. "You like me."

"Not enough to resist the temptation to shove your ass off here."

You reached for his head, playfully smacking him.

"Don't be pissy." You stood up, balancing yourself on the branch. Levi stood up with you, body tense like a cat, ready to catch you if you fall. His eyes warily flicked from the titan underneath to you. "It's less boring to work with you."

"Nice to know I'm entertaining." He huffed grumpily. "Being around you is like babysitting a fucking child. I will never understand how you became a scout in the first place with your brains."

"Rude. I ranked in the top 10 of my class." You pouted.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved you off. "Does Hange know you're here?"

"I told you I got lost."

He groaned. "One of these days you're gonna get in so much crap for pulling shits like this."

"I got lost."

"I'm sure you did."

"Okay, fine." You threw up your hands in defeat. "I just wanted to be with you."

His eyes softened, watching you as you sulked. "Fine." He let out an exaggarated sigh. "Fine. You can stay with me."

You face brightened up instantly and you hissed out a joyful 'yes' under your breath. But before you got to say anything else, he cut you off.

"But."

"But what?" You squinted your eyes in confusion.

He reached for the back of your head, pulling it closer and looking you in the eyes.

"But." He said. "You stick with me. Close. You got that?"

You gave a sheepish nod.

"Do not wander away. Do not try to look cool midair. Do not go off to kill titans, that's my job. Do not fall off of trees–"

"Hey, it was that one time and you startled me—"

"And absolutely do not get killed. Hear me?"

With a slight pull on your hair, he let you go. "Oi. You heard me?"

Rubbing the back of your head, you nodded. "Yes, heard you. Loud and clear." You mumbled. "What else? Would you like to carry me as well? Piggyback ride?"

Levi glared at you, but pretended not to hear your sarcastic remarks. With that, he pulled out the ODM triggers, flexing his fingers over it. "Do not get killed." He repeated.

"I won't." You reassured, bringing out your own triggers. "Cause I'm with you, aren't I?"

Levi scoffed.

-

Levi swallowed when they carried you out, his fingernails digging into his palm. Blood has seeped through the white cloth you were wrapped in. And though you were covered from head to toe, he knew it was you.

And they took you off. Somewhere. To put you in a hole 6 foot under and leave you there.

Alone.

You never liked being alone.

That's why you always seeked him. In expeditions and meetings, always finding a way to find a place beside him, to slot your hands in his and give him that oh maddeningly annoying grin that always pissed him off but never failed to make his heart flip. And that's why when nights you couldn't sleep, you'd find yourself curled up in his bed, softly ranting about some weird dream you had or some shitty gossip in the facility that he didn't give two shits about but he let you talk because he liked watching you.

And he never thought of himself as someone people would look for if they were lonely, but you had chosen him, from the very first day.

No you never liked being alone. Or quiet. Or still.

Look at you now.

You never liked being alone.

But Levi liked being alone.

But then you came and he doesn't know how to live alone anymore.

How cruel of you to leave him alone.

-

Levi sat in his desk. For how long, he doesn't know. But it must've been a while because his spine ached and his eyes were heavy.

He'd been staring at the file in front of him for a long, long time.

He couldn't remember the last time he blinked.

The last time he took a breath.

He only stared, eyes focused only on the words on top.

Your name was written in a blood red ink.

Like the blood that you had spilled.

And besides that.

On black bold letters.

Deceased soldier.

Deceased deceased deceased.

That's what you fucking were.

Dead.

He jolted when a something touched his shoulders, breaking out of his daze. He turned to look, his heart beating out of his chest.

It can't be it can't be it can't—

"..Levi?"

He exhaled sharply. No, of course not.

Hange stood beside him, their glasses gleaming as the fireplace reflected off their glasses, it magnified their eyes, making it look bigger than it was. But the concern in them was clear.

"Four-eyes." He muttered, his voice hoarse. It sounded strange even to his own ears, as if coming from a far away place.

"Levi?" Hange said again, grip tightening.

And for the first time in his life, Levi didn't push Hange away. He let them touch him. He needed something, anything to ground him. Something to latch his sanity onto.

There wasn't you any longer.

"..Hange." He mumbled. He was so, so tired. "..I think I can sleep tonight."

@sad-darksoul @anxious-chick @raginginferno267

[cainluvr69]

"Beyond the Diversion Called a Smile" Cain SR Card Story - A Lesson in Being Popular

Cain: So this is the house of the Sage's "Fated Someone"…

Chloe: There's chocolate absolutely everywhere! It's so amazing that they collected all of this from around the world. But anyway anyway anyway! It's their Fated Someone! Isn't that just soooo romantic?

Cain: Ahaha. You Western wizards sure love to talk about love, huh?

Chloe: Absolutely! I know that since the Sage is kind of in trouble today I should be a little more restrained and stuff, but I just can't help getting excited about this kind of thing! Hey, hey. You're super popular, right? Has anyone ever called you their fated someone?

Cain: Well, sometimes.

Chloe: Omigosh! Tell me more, tell me more! Me and the Sage got so startled we ran away, but what do you when that kind of thing happens to you?

Cain: Erm, well, it's not like I can accept their feelings. So… If they say it lightheartedly, I just laugh it off, but if they're seriously confessing to me, first I always thank them. They really had to screw up their courage to say it, after all. But after that, I turn them down very firmly. Right now I'm focusing on my duties as a Sage's wizard, and that means I can't accept the feelings they have for me.

✦✧☾✧✦

Chloe: …Wow. You're so cool…!! I… I definitely wouldn't be able to handle it the way you do. I'd be so worried about accidentally upsetting them or making them hate me that I'd get so worked up about how to respond I'd just… get stuck and not respond at all. …Even though I guess acting like that would make it all awkward and stuff. Even though we were just thinking about hypotheticals I started getting all upset…

Cain: C'mon, Chloe, don't get so down on yourself like that. Wouldn't they feel the opposite of that, anyways?

Chloe: The opposite…?

Cain: They wouldn't think it was awkward or get upset or anything like that. I think they'd honestly be happy about it. It's not like anyone enjoys knowing their feelings are unrequited, but I think that they'd be happy to know the person they love is considering their feelings so sincerely. After you let them down like that, I think they would still cry it out, but once they did, they'd think to themself, I'm so glad I fell for someone so wonderful. I'm sure you make everyone who loves you happy.

Chloe: … …Ehehe, I hope so. …I really hope that's true…! Thank you, Cain. I'm feeling a lot better now! Gosh, I really understand why you're so popular. I learned a lot!

Cain: Hahaha. Guess it was a good lesson for the West's young heartbreaker! I can teach you more whenever you want.

Training Episode: The Art of Being Popular

Akira: I'm back… Woah?! Cain, what's with all those packages?!

Cain: Oh… Is that you, Master Sage? Sorry. As you can see, I got so many presents I can't see past them.

Akira: Huh? You mean every single one of those in that huge mountain you're holding is all for you?

Cain: Yep. I had to stop by the capital for some personal business and then people just kept handing me them. I dunno if this waws planned or something but before I knew it, here I am with all of these.

Akira: Is today a holiday like Valentine's Day in Japan…? But gosh, you're as popular as ever, huh. But with so many of these you don't really know who gave you what, right?

Cain: …? No, I do?

Akira: Huh?

Cain: This box with the red ribbon is from the florist's daughter. This one with the blue wrapping paper is from a lady that runs a fruit stand. This long, narrow one is from the manager of a cafe on main street… Yep, I still remember all of them. I could tell you everyone who gave me one, and which one it was specifically, too.

Akira: Wow…!!

Cain: Ahaha, thanks. But this isn't all that impressive, really. I mean, every single one of them went out of their way to pick out a present for me, and then worked up the courage to call out to me and offer it. It'd be disrespectful if I forgot who each one was and started getting them mixed up, you know?

Akira: (He says it like it's just natural… But I guess that's what makes people like him so much.)

[allthegothihopgirls]

*holds out my probably canon headcanon like a toddler showing you a cool frog*

hey what do you think abt damian calling his dad baba and his siblings various nicknames in arabic that range from zameel or jalees when he’s particularly annoyed with them to akhi (brother)/ukhti (sister) when hes rlly happy

I LOOOOOVEEEEEE IT!!!!!

anything that keeps damian in touch with his heritage is a huge yes for me. big fan of him slipping arabic words into his sentences, or repeating phrases he grew up around when he can't think of an adequate english equivalent. etc etc

similar to how people who are learning english as a second language tend to mix their native tongue into english sentences. although with damian i don't think he would do it because he isn't confident with the language (because he most definitely is), i think it's just something that's familar to him, and comfortable to slip into his english speech. + sometimes he can just articulate himself better in arabic.

as for the familial names, although he doesn't use them in canon, he very much does seek comfort from things culturally familiar to him, in gotham. such as in teen titans (2016) special #1, when he's implied to often visit a middle-eastern restaurant 'tarbooshes' which reminds him of his home in the league and his mother.

so although the nicknames aren't something shown in the comics, i don't think it'd be unlikely. he's definitely 'in touch' with his culture, and it's far from an out there idea.

as for the specific names, such as calling bruce 'baba', i'm typically all for that. though apparently in arabic that word in particular translates more to 'dad' than it does 'father'. obviously damian's very formal with his speech, so it is a question as to whether or not that would be the nickname he uses for bruce, or whether he'd use more formal titles. (this post gives some alternatives + explains it more).

usually when i see the use of 'baba' in fics, it's very fitting. i'm very partial to the 'sleepy/hurt damian letting his guard down' trope, and i thoroughly enjoy it when the writer lets him slip a "baba" to bruce. one fic that did this really well was 'repeat your favourite mistakes and love them all over again' by watchingthestars13 on ao3, in which damian (although not the focus of the story) is aged down to 2 years old by magic, and coordinates life as a toddler with bruce, rather than with the league. he's very hesitant to affection at first, so when the writer lets an 'about to fall asleep' damian, call bruce his 'baba', it's always just right.

i'm also fond of him having personal nicknames for his siblings beyond 'brother' or 'sister' in arabic. this post talks about how in arab culture it's common for people to refer to loved ones as their organs. i think it's a fun idea for damian, especially because it's something only he would understand. i think he'd be most likely to do this for dick, although maybe he has a generic one that he uses for other siblings when he's suuuuper happy with them.

but he also takes advantage of being the only arab in the house, and one huuuuundred percent switches up the nicknames he uses depending on how he feels about that sibling at a particular time. he is not above throwing flavourful remarks when he's annoyed, in a language no one else understands (whether that be arabic or not), or calling people the nastiest names he can think of.

[rovingotter]

I started writing my own version of the Honda Odyssey scene from Deadpool & Wolverine but I probably won't develop into an entire story so I'm just putting it up here. Canon-typical violence/gore.

Logan had just jammed his claws straight through Wade’s skull, into his brain, and out the other side.  Which was rude.  Wade’s vision went fuzzy and then totally dark, and half his body went limp—it was temporary, he knew, but it was always a little unnerving.  Logan had also decided to be extra rude and entirely miss his frontal lobe, so he could still think about how hurt he was by Logan’s mean-spirited rant.

Couldn’t even save a relationship with a goddamn stripper.

Also, he was dragging Vanessa into this? Hello? Not cool.

They were probably getting a lot of blood on the seats.  Whatever.  It wasn’t his car.

Wade’s right arm still worked, so he fumbled for Baby Knife, yanked it out, and plunged it in what he hoped was the direction of Logan’s face, though it probably wouldn’t make it through his stupid adamantium-enhanced skull.  To his pleasant surprise, however, the knife encountered very little resistance.  There was a roaring scream and then a rubbery pop which let him know he’d gotten Logan right through the eye.

Ha! 

He angled it upward, making it harder for Logan to pull away, and Logan jerked.

Logan went still, panting.  Wade was on his back, on the backseat, and Logan was on top of him, crushingly heavy, damp with sweat, chest heaving.  He spoke slowly, through clenched teeth, every word a strain:  “Get—your knife—out—my fuckin’ head.”

“You first, honeypie.”  Wade was kind of impressed that either one of them could still talk.  Though he was kind of having trouble remembering how they’d gotten into this situation.  They were in a car, and Logan was mean.  That was all he could say for sure.

Logan’s claws were still stuck through Wade’s head, Wade’s movements still jerky and uncoordinated, his vision still absent due to the two-inch-thick wedge of adamantium which was very rudely skewering his visual cortex, but he had a good grip on the knife, most of which was now inside Logan’s skull.  And he wasn’t feeling very charitable.  So he wiggled it around.

Logan gasped.  He tried to pull back, jerked again, and went limp, grunting.  “Uh—fuck—hngh…”

Wade knew it was just pain, but those little grunts sounded distractingly porn-like.  But his anger was still strong enough to overpower his spasm of confused arousal.  “Apologize.”  Wade squeezed the word between clenched teeth.

Logan didn’t answer.

Wade wiggled the knife harder, up and down and side to side, feeling its edges scrape against Logan’s eye socket.  “Say it!”

Still no response.  Logan had gone worryingly limp on top of him, and Wade was starting to wonder if he’d made a mistake.  Logan’s brain regenerated just like Wade’s, sure, but brain regeneration wasn’t always as neat or clean as the rest of the body.  Sometimes memories would be fuzzy or missing afterward.  Also, he didn’t fully understand how well Logan’s brain regenerated.  And he’d just pureed Logan’s whole left frontal lobe.  It probably looked like a meat smoothie now.  It was probably leaking out. What if he didn't get better? What if he turned into a feral beast-man and ran off into the woods to live in harmony with nature? Or started shitting his pants? What if Wade had just broken the Wolverine and he couldn't ever move or talk again? No, no, he was fine. This was fine.

Wade groaned.  “Fuck.”

Logan’s claws were still in Wade’s skull, and Wade still couldn’t move his other arm.  Or either of his legs.  Or see.

“Logan…”  He gulped.  “Logan.  We’ll both pull out on three, okay?”  No response.  “Okay?”

Logan made a weird, whimpery little noise. 

“Peanut.  Hey. Can you hear me?  Can you understand me?”

“N-not…good.”

“Pull out.  Just pull out.  Okay? One—two—three!”

Logan’s claws slid out of Wade’s skull with a shhhk. 

“Agh!  Fuck!” he panted.

Wade tried to pull out the knife, but it was in pretty deep, and trying to remove it was more awkward than he’d anticipated, especially without the use of his own vision, which was returning more slowly than he'd hoped.  Logan growled and jerked back before Wade could manage to maneuver the blade free.

“Logan…”  Wade tried to sit up and flopped back down.  His body felt like a bag of mashed potatoes and his vision—though now returning—was foggy.  He reached out, groping at empty air.

Where was Logan?

Wade paused to catch his breath and give his neurons a chance to knit back together.  His head throbbed, dull hammer-blows in the back of his skull. Nausea rolled over him, then faded.

Slowly, he sat up.  This time, his limbs obeyed him and held.

The car was drenched in blood, the seats stained beyond any hope of cleaning, there were little chunks of pink stuff here and there, and Logan was nowhere to be seen.

Wade, still shaky and uncoordinated, climbed out of the car, landing in a heap on the ground.  Logan was sitting a short distance away, on the dirt, staring blankly into space, Wade's knife still jutting out of his ruined eye. He was breathing heavily.  Blood, dirt and sweat stained his suit.

“You know you can just pull the knife out yourself,” Wade said.

Logan didn’t react.  His remaining eye was wide open, glassy.  He was drooling a little.

Wade crept toward him.  He started to reach out.  Logan flinched back.

“Whoa.  Hey.  It’s okay.  I’m just gonna take this out.  It’ll only hurt for a sec.”  He could already see Logan’s squished eye trying to regenerate, but it was healing around the blade—which would, of course, make it extra unpleasant to remove, but such was life.

He gripped the hilt. Then, bracing himself, he yanked the knife out.  Fast, like pulling off a band-aid.  Logan roared loud enough to startle a nearby flock of crows out of a tree. They flew off into the sky, cawing.

Wade started to wipe the blade off on Logan’s suit, then changed his mind and wiped it off on his own. It was red, anyway.  Logan blinked at him, breathing heavily, as his eye slowly knitted itself back together.

"Do you know your name?" Wade said.

After a pause, he muttered, "Logan." He swallowed. "I...I'm Logan."

"Do you know my name?"

"Wade."

"Good. Now count backwards from ten," Wade said. "And then list every prime minister in reverse alphabetical order. And tell me the square root of pi divided by nine."

"Fuck off."

"You're gonna be fine."

[strrykais]

die with a smile

a hwang hyunjin short story

week two

its been a week since hyunjin was asked to stay here. everyday was testing, blood drawn, scans and the horrible hospital smell. as he walked down the halls mindlessly going where his feet wondered. he walks past this room, stopping and then slowing walking back. there stood a girl her hair flowing down her back. she faces the window outlooking the hospitals courtyard. she has on a painters apron on, her hands and arms were completely covered in paint. she wasn’t exactly van gogh but her style was captivating. 

hyunjin slows walks in continuing to stare at the girl he couldnt understand why there was this pull to get close to her. hyunjin freezes when he sees the girl turn around feeling the presence of a person. you smile at him, a red streak of paint laying on your pale cheeks.

”hyunjin! hi! we meet again. sorry i would shake your hand but i'm kind of covered.” you laugh out at your own little joke. hyunjin could feels his cheeks turning a light red hearing your honey laugh.

“youre a patient?” hyunjin was dumbfounded last time he saw you, you were wearing a doctors coat. you run a hand through your hair, thin layers of paint sticking to thin strands.

”yeah, sorry i havent stopped by to see you after we met. things got held up over here so i had to deal with that before they gave me clearance to leave my room.” you take off our apron hanging it on the hook nailed to the wall. “glad to see you looking better. are you feeling any better.” you asked.

hyunjin was asked this so many times a day he was starting to get really sick of it. he scoffs “i wouldn’t exactly say having cancer is something someone could feel better towards.” he rolls his eyes turning around to walk out when he hears your voice, stopping him.

”well you exactly haven't tried, have you? still feeling like the world is against you? or is it you are a good person and you don't deserve this.” you say walking to the canvas covering it with a sheet hiding the barely forming painting.

”and what do you know, you are just a kid playing doctor when other people are going through a tough time. not everything is easier because you put on a fake smile and a silly laugh.” hyunjin was pissed and stormed out of your room. how dare she even think of saying something like that to him. he was going to make sure to avoid you like you were the last thing on earth.

hyunjin couldn’t avoid you. you would always pop out at the most random times. its been about the second week of him being here and you were getting on his nerves. though he was doing everything to avoid you, no matter how hard he tried his eyes always seemed to wander to look for your cheery smile and bright eyes.

hyunjin was hiding in a supply closet when you walked in, cheeks red and out of breath. before hyunjin can get a word out, you quickly place your hand over his lips, shushing him. his heart was rapidly beating so fast he thought you could hear it. he watched as you continued to watch the door listening to the footsteps outside.

you turns looking down at him, body hovering over his sitting form, you smirked, hand still over his mouth. he gulps, he was nervous with the way you were looking at him.

"my nurse was trying to make me eat something, but i don't really feel good enough to eat at the moment." you say gently plopping beside him, your hand finally away from his mouth he lets a deep breath.

he did not want to make small talk with you so he continued to draw in the notebook he hid in here days before.

"you draw woah that's so cool, i can't draw which is probably why my paintings are so bad. hey what if you teach me. and i can teach you to paint. i see how you always walk by my room once in a while, to see how that paintings going." you say hovering over his shoulder.

" i don't and no thank you. get out. i can't hide from you if you are in here." hyunjin grumbles.

"okay well if you want to learn or get bored you know where i am." you smile wiping your hands on your hospital pants and slowly makes your way to the door.

"just so you know this was technically my hiding spot first, i've been here longer. but it can be ours now." you quickly stepped out shutting the door softly not letting hyunjin even deny the idea of a shared hiding room. he would definitely be finding a new place to hide.

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[1moreff-creator]

Now that you've had some time to cool down from the Fuckfest of Friday Night, I'm a little curious on what you think of MonoTV's whole deal, because I haven't seen anyone actually talk about it much and that makes me so upset because wow Dev somehow managed to get me to care about this piece of steel

Spoilers up to the end of CH2

Hey! Yeah, MonoTV, huh? With everything else going on, this thing kinda got pushed aside, but there's been some really interesting developments indeed. I agree though, it's genuinely pretty incredible dev managed to get me to care about what up to this point had been nothing but a device for plot and humor.

You know, I originally wanted to keep this brief to give my full thoughts on the full part 2 analysis I'm working on, but maybe it's better if I just talk about it in full here and just link to this post from that one. Let me start by the theory side, because that's easier for me to write about :v

While MonoTV's creation being connected to XF-Ture Tech was always a very real possibility, the confirmation that at least its personality drivers come from them is nice. And there doesn't seem to be any type of repurposing going on:

MonoTV: Whenever I make a decision, ultimately, I must make the choice that fulfills my purpose [to run the killing game until the death of every participant]. After all, that was why I was created.

While we don't fully understand how this all fits together yet, I'm glad XF is being brought up because that might mean Min content in the future? For me, please? :,D

Anyways. Having a clearly stated goal for the killing game (killing all the participants) is also pretty useful for theory-crafting purposes, so look forward to seeing that line referenced in mastermind discussions moving forward. Not to mention, the secondary purpose of MonoTV playing the villain, with the reasoning:

MonoTV: This so-called TV show is more about appearances than you'd think.

So... ignoring the weird phrasing of "so-called TV show" as opposed to just "TV show," because I will go crazy if I look too deep into that, the confirmation that the appearances of the killing game are important seem to confirm a suspicion Teruko had back in CH2 Ep2.

Teruko: And also, [MonoTV is designed the way it is] as a way to reference that "past killing game," right?

Assuming via context that she's talking about THH, MonoTV being specifically created and programmed to look and act sorta like Monokuma could have some interesting implications moving forward, especially given things like Duke Spurling being alive to see the Tragedy and maybe wanting a recreation of the THH killing game. Thankfully there's no character with a talent for recreating things, such as art, an art forger of some kind, because if there was this could realistically point to them as the mastermind. :)

Final note about theories: I... called it? Sort of?

[Extract from Vivisection of the David MV] What I think is the best idea [regarding the multi-colored "original"] is that all the characters [which includes MonoTV] got the word. [...] I think it makes more sense to relate them to the meaning of "original style" under my interpretation, where "original style" means a change of heart.

Well, MonoTV sure had a change of personality, albeit briefly, now didn't it? (Please ignore the fact that I dismissed the possibility of MonoTV changing in the lines following that one :p) Admittedly "characters in DRDT will have character development" is possibly my least wild theory ever, but a W is a W (?).

Alright but screw theorizing that's for insane people. Let's go for character analysis, because the fact that MonoTV has become a genuinely interesting creature to study is possibly even wilder than the XF-Ture Tech name drop.

Now, a lot of what we hear character wise is similar to stuff we heard in MonoTV's previous character building moment; CH2 EP3.

MonoTV: Does a toaster know why it toasts? Does a calculator know why it adds and subtracts? They are simply machines that do their job without needing to understand why. To that end, I don't know who made this TV show and why. All I do is carry out the directives programmed into me.

MonoTV: I have no conscience, no sense of morality, no will at all. I am merely a robot, subject to the laws of my code. I have no choice but to perform the actions that my creator dictated I must. [...] All the decisions I make were already decided by whatever entity created me, because I am a robot.

It's stated in a much more melancholic tone, given the music in the background, the sprite pose, and the generally less silly "default personality," but it's nothing really new. MonoTV is a machine, it follows programming.

Except.

MonoTV: Even if I feel pain or guilt, I cannot stop. That is the fate that I have, to make others suffer. And there is no diverging from that fate.

Hey MonoTV what the fuck does this mean.

"Even if I feel pain or guilt"? Instead of "I can't feel pain or guilt"? The choice of wording here is very interesting, because it seems to imply that MonoTV does feel pain and guilt over the killing game, regardless of how impossible that should be. The "fate" drop is pretty huge for thematic reasons, as I'm sure you're aware; Teruko explains her own feelings about it in the rest of the scene, there's Xander's speech to Teruko before he attempted to stab her, Ace talking about how he was too much of a coward to fight his fate, Arei actually defying a similar fate in a way, David with the LGI lyrics, Whit and J and Rose and so many other people, all interconnected by this damn concept. I think it'd be fine if this is all we hear about MonoTV in relation to it, but there's definitely fun parallels to explore regardless.

Given how little we have of these particular character details so far, there's not much I can say about it other than I love the concept of an AI being forced to do something it doesn't "want" to because of code, and I'm interested to see if MonoTV will act differently in the future. It's supposed to reset to its previous personality in the full reset, I imagine, but it's not like we can just ignore all the shit it said here. I'm very curious to see where dev takes this.

That said, I also wanted to point out how this vague allusion to feeling pain and guilt and possibly hopelessness against fate aren't the only feelings MonoTV exhibits. Because for some unfathomable reason, it seems to care about Teruko to an extent?

MonoTV: Is something the matter, Teruko? Everyone else has already left.

Like, maybe I'm misreading because the personality change is fucking with me, but this feels like a concern more genuine than I would expect from pre-2-16 MonoTV. And...

MonoTV: You have to decide the answer for yourself.

This, along with the little speech about Teruko's humanity that precedes it, again comes off as MonoTV genuinely trying to help her through her emotions. I don't see how this correlates with its purpose, unless it somehow "believes" that giving Teruko advice on this will somehow lead to Teruko killing someone or something to that effect, which makes no sense.

If it doesn't help kill the participants, isn't necessary for the killing game, and doesn't make MonoTV seem like a villain, then it's not related to any of its purposes. It isn't code making MonoTV say this things. It's MonoTV's... consciousness? I guess? It's very, very interesting.

I am genuinely super interested in where dev is taking MonoTV, and if you told me that was a sentence I would unironically type before this episode, I would have called you insane. The writing in this series is genuinely immaculate, I can't believe we're getting genuine basis for MonoTV angst and it's compelling. Dev does it again!

Thanks for the ask, this was fun to ramble about!

[things-that-weevils-do]

so fucking special, i wish i was special (ao3)

Jordyn won’t ever understand why Joy wants to be with it. Out of all the people she could be with, why not pick someone… well, better? There’s no other way to put it, really. It’s hard to imagine her having trouble picking girls up, and even harder to imagine someone not falling for her. She’s so cool, pretty, funny… everything that it’s not. Or: Joy invites Jordyn to the gym. It struggles with its insecurities regarding their relationships and the initial wave of discomfort that comes with going to the gym for the first time ever.

Jordyn still can't believe she let Joy talk her into this.

She's never been one to enjoy going outside. It's always so suffocating and isolating, like she's all on her own. Like she doesn't belong, no matter where she is. Even now, that feeling lingers.

And, well. She doesn't.

She's not a gym kind of person. Never has, never will be. Being exposed like this is humiliating. Initially, she had come in with a hoodie, but quickly discarded it. It was too hot, she was sweating too much. Now, she’s just wearing a tanktop.

There's so many more people here than she expected. They all look so self assured, so fit, so… cool. They know what they're doing. Joy knows what she's doing. All it'll take is one look for anyone to see that Jordyn doesn't.

If it were to tell her that it wants to leave, that it’s too much, she’d understand. They’d pack up and go do something else. But she was so happy when it agreed to this. It can’t take that back now. Not when it hasn’t even been an hour. It can't give up. It wants- no, needs to do this for her.

They're just about finished with their warm-ups when Joy speaks up. She hasn't even broken a sweat yet.

“We're gonna start the real deal soon. You excited?” She smiles at Jordyn.

It nervously smiles back. It already feels like it's about to collapse. The “real deal” will kill it, no doubt.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally.”

“I was thinking we could run on treadmills first, before we dive into anything big.”

“That's the- uh, the running thing, right?”

Her smile brightens, and so does Jordyn's whole world. It's grateful that its face is already red from the exercise. “You got it!”

Joy hands it a water bottle when it's done with the last of its warm-ups. It can barely get out a “thanks” before it drinks a generous amount of the water. It's deliciously cold. A few drops of it drip from its chin onto its tank-top.

“Woah, hey,” its girlfriend laughs, “Careful there. D'you wanna take a break?”

Of course it does. Her muscles are on fire. But, She’s been waiting for her to finish up for a while now. She shouldn't make her wait any longer.

“Nah, I'm good. Let's, uh, let's get going. Show me the way?”

Joy's smile doesn't waver, but the slightest bit of doubt crosses her features. Though, Jordyn might have just imagined that. “Too bad, ‘cus I want a break. C'mon.”

Oh! Well, if she wants a break, that’s fine.

She leads it towards some benches and they sit down. It immediately slumps over as relief washes over it.

“How're ya liking it here so far?”

“I, uh. ‘s good. Yeah. Love it.”

Her smile doesn’t waver, but her eyebrows furrow. She takes its hand. Eugh, that must be so gross to her. She’s probably thinking just how gross and weak it is right now. She must be. She hasn’t even broken a sweat, and here’s Jordyn, sweating like a hog.

… but, she’s still holding its hand, isn’t she?

“You don’t have to. It’s… like, I’d get it. We can leave.”

She shakes her head. “‘s fine! I really do. Um, Like it, I mean. ‘s just… new.” She runs her free hand through her hair. “I’m just not used to this. That’s it.”

“... Okay.” A twinge of doubt is laced in her voice. “Just tell me if it’s too much, ok?”

Silence passes between them. It's nice.

It won’t ever understand why Joy wants to be with it. Out of all the people she could be with, why not pick someone… well, better? There’s no other way to put it, really. It’s hard to imagine her having trouble picking girls up, and even harder to imagine someone not falling for her. She’s so cool, pretty, funny… everything that Jordyn’s not.

There’s nothing special about Jordyn. It can’t give her anything that no one else would be able to. It can show her its shitty taste in music and its even shittier skating tricks, but that’s about it. She’d be better off with someone else, really…

Ah. It’s spiraling again.

It’s been doing better ever since its hospitalisation, but it still relapses like this, sometimes. Getting rid of old habits is hard. But. It has to trust Joy. She’d break up with it if she wanted to. And, why wouldn’t she? There’s nothing keeping her in this relationship.

… Ok. Break’s over. It can’t think stupid thoughts if it’s too busy nearly collapsing.

Hand in hand, she guides her through the gym. Her hand is steady, grounding. Its own is shaking. It focuses on steadying its breathing while they walk. They reach the treadmills in no time. There’s so many more people here.

“You ever used one of these before?”

Jordyn’s torn away from its train of thought. “No, uh… never. Sorry.”

“I’m not gonna complain that I get to teach you. Hop on.”

It does as it’s told. Anxiety courses through its veins, but so does determination. It can do this.

For a few minutes, its girlfriend just explains how to use it. It listens intently, hanging onto her every word. It almost can't hear her over its heart pounding in its ears. The last thing it wants is to fall off and eat shit in front of everyone here. So, it keeps its posture firm, its hands and its breathing relaxed.

Then, the “real deal” starts. She turns the treadmill on. They start off with a slow speed. Even though it’s basically just walking on it right now, its legs are already starting to ache. Did the warm up do anything? It’d have probably been better off if it went to the “real deal” right away.

“You’re doing really good! I knew you would.” Joy grins. “Great job, man!”

All doubts that it had dissipate at once. Blood rushes to its face. It doesn’t trust itself to speak coherently right now, so it just gives her an eager smile. Maybe it’s okay if it feels like it’s about to collapse if she praises it like this…

“You wanna speed it up, now?” Jordyn doesn’t know what kind of face it makes, but it’s enough for the other girl to backtrack. “Or, uh, don’t!! Just keep up that pace, keep at it!”

It hums in affirmation.

She looks around, probably searching for an empty treadmill. “You gonna be fine on your own? I’m pumped to work out, and you look like you’ve got the hang of this. And, I wouldn’t be too far away-”

“‘s fine,” it interrupts her.The less time she spends watching it pant and sweat, the better. “I’m good.”

She smiles wide again. Its heart skips a beat. “Awesome!! Okay, uh, ! I’ll check on you a bit, alright?” With that and a thumbs up, she leaves.

As she walks away, it sneaks a very discreet look at her muscles and does not ogle them at all in any way. Briefly, it wonders if she could pick it up. Probably. No, definitely. There’s no way she’d have any trouble carrying it. A blush rises up its neck at that thought.

No, it shouldn’t think about that right now. Can’t get distracted. It can think about that… later, if at all. It’s not a creep. So it won’t.

It shakes its head and redirects all its attention towards the task at hand. Placing one foot in front of the other, again and again, over and over. Easy. It does this stuff every day. You could even call it a pro at walking, really, that’s how good it is.

Despite the burning pain, this is kinda nice. She rarely ever gets to work out like this. Not without her girlfriend present. It’s energising. She feels alive, in a way most things don’t make her feel. She feels the blood rushing through her body, her heart beating faster than ever before.

(Well – maybe as fast as when she and Joy confessed to each other, but that’s still nothing to scoff at. It’s a high bar to meet.)

It’s almost as energising as it is tiring. At this rate, she really will have to tell Joy that she wants to go home. It’s not even like she does!! She really does want to be here, despite the shame and exhaustion. It’s new, so it’s scary, and that’s it. Hopefully. She just needs to get through this initial wave of discomfort and she’ll become a regular here in no time. Joy would be so happy.

And, uh, it’d be good for her body or whatever. A healthy lifestyle and all that.

She doesn’t notice when she slumps and rests her hands on the handrails. Her breathing has become more ragged, and she’s getting pretty lightheaded, too. It hasn’t been nearly long enough to justify another break, though. She just has to push through this.

… But, outrunning exhaustion is hard, and she’s already so tired. All it takes is one misstep for it to catch up with her.

She only realises that she’s fallen down once she’s on the floor.

In no time, it feels a hand on its shoulder. “Hey, hey! You ok? What happened?” Joy’s kneeling down next to it. Her eyes are wide, face twinged with worry.

Everything’s happening so fast, it can’t keep up. Did Joy just bolt to it when she saw it fall? Her eyes are wide, face laced with worry. Why? It just fell. It’s probably just a scraped knee, that’s all.

“s fine. Just, uh. Tripped. Sorry.” Its voice is shaky, uneven. Shame courses through it. “I’m okay.”

“Dude, it’s- uh, not fine, and you’re not either. Your nose is, um...”

It wipes its nose only to find it bleeding. “Oh. Well, uh, ‘s not broken.”

“You think that makes it any better?” She’s not shouting, but her voice has picked up in volume.

Is she mad…? She’s not shouting, but she is speaking louder, and Jordyn did just trip for no reason. It’d get it if she was frustrated. Really, she should be, with how it messed up.

She sighs, “Let’s just take a break, okay? She stands up. She offers it a hand, and it takes it without hesitation. “Are you dizzy? Can you walk?”

It giggles nervously. “It’s just a scrape.”

“You’re bleeding. C’mon, lean on me.”

If she is mad – and she should be – the least that Jordyn can do is listen. It leans on her, still holding her hand. It keeps its other hand at its nose. The blood’s not too heavy, but it really doesn’t want to stain the floor here. God forbid it stained the treadmill.

Her face burns as Joy guides her back to where they took their first break. She just wanted to do this one thing for her, and now, she’s embarrassed both of them in front of everyone here. If they didn’t notice that they’re here before, they definitely did now. Everyone will know that she’s dating someone that can’t even handle the slowest speed.

She helps her sit down (even though it’s not needed). She searches through her bag, and then hands her a tissue and a water bottle. “C’mon. What really happened?”

“I just tripped,” it says, and messily drinks the water. It’s still cold. It wipes its nose with the tissue, relieved to see that it’s already nearly stopped bleeding. “It happens.”

She shakes her head, eyeing it suspiciously. “No. You’ve been acting off since we got here. C’mon. Talk to me.”

“That’s…” Its mouth is pressed into a thin line.

What now? She’s already suspicious of it, so it can’t keep lying… no, not lying. It’s not lying, it’s just… omitting the truth? No, it’s lying. But it’s for the better. It’s not bad to want to make your girlfriend happy, right?

But… Joy’s not happy. Will she even see things the same way that it does? What if this is the final straw for her? She’s so sweet, she doesn’t deserve to be lied to like that. How could Jordyn do that to her? It shouldn’t have come here.

Again, she sighs. Some of the tension leaves her body. The frustration is still there, but something, too. Something softer.

“Look. I’m not bad. I’m sorry that I raised my voice, I just… You fell. For no reason, at the slowest speed. You were fine when I left you.”

“And I am.”

“No, you’re not,” she shakes her head. “You’re shaking. Please, Jordyn… did I do something wrong?”

“What? No. No, of course not!”

“Then why aren’t you talking to me?”

Guilt overwhelms it. It’s gritting its teeth, but… Her expression is heart wrenching. Its gut twists. It hates seeing her like this. Even more so, that it’s the reason behind it. It fucked up. Really, really bad. Now, worse than mad, she’s sad.

Before she can think better of it, she speaks. “I just-” The words catch in her throat. She forces them out. “I just wanted to do this for you. To make you happy. But I, uh, I suck at this. Really, really bad, I felt awful just from the warm up, like, so fucking bad – and there’s so many people here – but you were so happy!”

“Jordyn…”

“You’re the best girlfriend ever, always putting up with all my shit, so… I dunno. You were so happy when I agreed to come. I didn’t want to… take that from you.”

“You think I’m happy now?”

Joy’s voice holds no malice, but her words still sting. It curls in itself, chewing on its bottom lip. Tears prickle at its eyes. She takes its hand, squeezing it. Just like before, it’s grounding, but it doesn’t make it feel any better.

“Do you think that I’d have been mad if you, uh… told me that you were tired? That you wanted to leave?”

There’s no doubt that its voice would break if it spoke, so it just shakes its head.

“Okay. Good.”

A bit of silence passes between them before she speaks again, probably mulling over her next words.

“... Jordyn, I’m happy with you, like, all the time. Like, um. Yeah, I was happy that you came with me today, but it’s, like… I don’t care.”

Her eyes go wide. She quickly backtracks, panicking, “No, I mean, I do care! Like, I really was happy, and it really is nice of you to come! I care about that, but, um. I don’t care about it more than I care about you, yeah? Even if taking a break or whatever did make me upset, I wouldn’t care, ‘cus I care about you more than a work-out. I care about you, not where we are. That’s what I meant. Yeah?”

Jordyn sniffles. “... Yeah. Okay.” Its voice is wet, shaky, pathetic. It can’t even find the words for… anything.

“Yeah, see?” She pulls it in for a hug. It can hear her heartbeat like this. Without hesitation, it wraps its arms around her, clinging to her. “Don’t beat yourself up.”

Finally, its voice breaks. “I should have- should have just told you.”

“Yeah. But, you’ll tell me next time, alright? If this ever happens again, you’ll tell me?”

“Mhm,” it hums. “I’m sorry.”

Joy presses a kiss to her forehead, and that’s all it takes for her tears to overflow.

Usually, Jordyn would be humiliated by crying like this in public. The shame will probably catch up with her once she’s home, alone in her room. But she’s okay now. Joy’s holding her, whispering comforting things to her. She’s nearly melting in her hold.

Looking back on how worried she was today, it all feels so, so obviously dumb. Joy’s never anything but understanding. She’s too good for her. She doesn’t think she’ll ever really deserve someone like her. Even now, when she’s all gross, crying and snot faced, she’s holding her. If she’s ashamed of anything, it's doubting her.

“You make me happy just by being you, so… um. Yeah. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“I won’t.” she says, and she means it.

[queeenarii]

Cant get this out of my head

P1harmony × Reader (Polycule) MMMF

HardDom!Keeho, Sub!Jiung, Intak

Light choking, light breath play,

MDNI

Not proofread :)

The boys were working hard for their latest comeback. Jiung especially was super stressed out, and he wasn't dealing with it well. Him and Keeho were constantly at each others neck. Constantly bickering and arguing. Theyre at a music show, just lazing about until their called on stage again.

"Keeho you were like one inch off on the last chorus" Jiung states rather bluntly. But Keeho just ignores him, attempting to keep a bit of peace in the dressing room.

"Keeho? Did you hear me?" Jiung asks

"Yeah, whatever" Keeho answers back trying to maintain his cool. As the leader, he can't loose his head. He has to be calm and collected at all times. No matter how much he was to yell at Jiung, he knows Jiung's just trying to make everything perfect.

It's always perfection with him. Jiung is unable to just let something be good, or even great. Always Perfect.

"Well then say something, you know-how" Jiung starts

"Oh my gosh! Jiung just shush-okay! I was off sorry I can't be fucking perfect" Keeho explodes

The rest of the members look around, the air is thick between the two members. Theyre cat and mouse antics are usually fun. Jiung's introspection reins in Keeho's spontaneity. They're a great match despite what others might see.

Jiung's face turns red, with embarrassment and rage "hey-" he starts before Intak steps between their line of site. Theo follows Keeho out the room, hoping to calm him down. While Intak silently ushers Jiung to the couch. The couch offers little solace though, Jiung holds his head in his hand. Leg rocking and posture slump.

You enter through the door, having heard the two men yelling down the hallway and seeing Keeho rush by you in anger. Theo assures you that he'll talk to him, but you know how stubborn Keeho can be.

"What the fuck y'all? " you rush in seeing two of your boyfriends on the couch. You tentatively great Soul and Jongseob.

"Jiung baby, whats wrong" You question softly. Just then the boys manager and Theo returns, offering an empty dressing room down the hallway for you guys. The best way to get Jiung and Keeho to stop fighting is to just let them fight.

Jiung storms off, hating the numerous eyes of the stylist and others on him.

In the other room Jiung paces near the door quietly. His thoughts spiral out of control, and he's almost consumed by them. In a daze almost. Once he's like this, it's hard for him to get out. You sit with jiung in the room, waiting for him to calm down a bit, knowing that in this state there's no reasoning with him.

A soft knock is heard at the door, then Keeho walks in. At the site of him Jiung implodes getting I'm his face.

"What the fuck man? " he questions

"Jiung back up"

"No cause what the fuck was th-"

"God your so fucking stubborn"

"Like you aren't"

"Yeah, well I'm not a perfectionist little shit sometimes"

"Yeah and I'm not a narcissistic asshole, who does nothing but stare at my flawless fucking face all day"

The two breath heavily in each others face. Skin flushed red and eyes trained on each other. Keeho's flicker down slightly before he envelopes Jiung in a hug.

People wonder why Keeho was made leader and not Jiung. Why the silliest most obnoxious member was saddled with so much responsibility. The truth is no one understands each member better than Keeho. Jiung might know their mannerisms. He picks up on the little things, the observable world is his domain. Where confusion can't take route. Where he can count on a flower being a flower. He's always a beat too late when it get emotional. He struggles to even understand his own sometimes.

Keeho however, is great at emotions. He study and observes others too, but he is great at reading others, especially his fellow members. Especially his partners.

"Baby" Keeho calls out softly then he kisses Jiung. You expect Jiung to pull away, to deflect Keeho's advances. But he doesn't. All the anger and tension leaves the youngers body, he relaxes in Keeho's hold. His legs grow weak, arms lazily strech around Keeho's neck.

Keeho pulls back "hmm, I now I know why you've been such a little shit lately" he quips playfully

"Shut up" Jiung retorts soflty pushing out of the others hold. He sits down on the couch next to you.

You look down and see what Keeho is talking about. The kiss placated Jiungs rage, but it ignited a different fire.

You get up and straddle Jiungs lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your hips grid harshly into his, riling him up farther. Keeho takes a seat to your left, softly caressing Jiungs leg. He looks up at you hoping for a kiss.

Your last boyfriend finnaly joins you all, having time to change out of his stage clothes wearing grey sweat pants that mirrors Jiungs.

"Keeho, go return your outfit, the stylists are looking for you". Intak tells him.

Keeho reluctantly pulls away from you to quickly change.

Your lips feel empty so you search for Jiungs again. As you make out you feel him up, your soft hands rake over his hot skin under his shirt. Your hands then travel to his sweats, pulling at them.

You leave Jiungs lap so he can take the pants off, finally met with his dick at full attention. You stare for a second, taking in his thin but long length. Jiung let's out a small whine, urging you to do something. You chuckle and return to his lap, kissing him once more as you usher his dick to your entrance.

You sink down, savoring the feeling. You all hadn't done this in a while. Their promotion schedule was about as hectic as your own, bareltinf leaving you all with time to see each other. Let alone give y'all time for a good fuck.

Keeho returns to the room joining you all on the couch. Jiung is moaning quiet loudly for him. He always gets noisy and so sensitive when he hasn't come in a while. You love seeing him like this.

You continue to ride him. His head thrown back and his pretty, long neck exposed to you. Your temptation takes hold, your hand wrapping around his thin neck. At the feeling Jiung moans a bit louder, loving the attention your giving him. You ride him with vigor, loving the way he falls apart under you. Keeho whispers words of praise in his ear as Intak laps at his nipples, pinching and biting them, spurring Jiung on. Hes quick to cum, and loud once he does so. His eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands, each securely intertwined with the men beside him, squeeze theirs tightly, nails digging into flesh. His toes curl and legs tense. Slowly coming down from his high as continue to milk everything from him.

Anger no longer plagues him, instead he's left feeling giddy, boneless and satisfied.

Intak pulls you over to him next, his big brown eyes lock into yours as you two finally kiss. He flips you over you back on his chest and he guides his length into you finally stretching you open with his fat cock. You whine at the feeling, missing Jiungs length but savouring the feeling of Intak.

It's tight, so he starts of slow. Calmly he thrusts inside you. One hand grasps your breast, kneeding the flesh and teasing your nipple. The other travels to your aching clit, rubbing slow circles that elict soft moans out of you. Gradually Intak picks up speed, slamming inside you with deep harsh thrust. His fingers work magic on your clothes being you closer to your own high. After some time you start to clinch around him. Your orgasm on the horizon. Your toes tingle and eyes prickle with tears. Intaks hand on your breast leaves, clasping over your mouth. That does it, the tight chord in your tummy snaps and your creaming all over Intaks dick. He mutters filthy words in your ear as you dox Cumming shortly after.

Intak let's you go, helping you stand up on your wobbly legs. Immediately Keeho stands behind you "can you handle one more?" He asks genuinely. You mod giving him the green light.

Keeho roughly bends you over and enters you switftly. His dick is well balanced not too long, not too fat, with a slight curve. It hits every spot inside you nicely. It can't reach the depths of your cunt like Jiungs can, or stretch you wide like Intaks. But it's still perfect for him and for you.

Keeho dosent bother to go slowly. He enters you roughly, tugging your hips to meet his. He adores seeing your ass recoil at his hard thrusts.

Keeho grabs you by the shoulders, digging deep and making you go insane on his dick. He soon finds your gspot. Evident in the way you cry out and shudder once he hits it. He pulls you up by the hair, then attaches one hand to your throat.

"Gonna cum for us pretty? " he teases. His other hand slithers down to your clit once again. The stimulation burns from your last orgasm but is so intoxicating at the same time.

You nod to answer Keeho's question. Quickly feeling your orgasm approaching. After a while wetness leaves your cunt. Your loans loud and skin buzzing as your climax washes over you hard. Keeho growls at this as you tighten around him drawing him closer as well. He helps you ride it his orgasm, as once he feels your spent body relax he pulls out, coaxing himself to climax.

Once you and keeho catch your breath you look over at Intak and Jiung on the couch. Jiung, in subspace, is curled up in Intaks lap, snoozing slightly and Intak rubs his back soothingly. Finally content. Everything perfect

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hiiii :D

would it be okay for you to do bi-han, liu kang and kung lao x hypermobile reader if you're not too busy or anything?

like reader has alot of pain in the knees, back and gets frequent migraines and they try to help?

Hey bookie, I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just procrastinating 😭. Finally got to it though! When I looked it up a hypermobile person seemed like a double jointed person but with occasional aches but obviously there could be stuff I missed since I’m not hypermobile. Because of that I mainly focused on the things you brought up however if there’s certain things I missed, you can always request again.

Bi-Han

When it comes to your joints moving more than normal, I don't see him making a big deal about it 

I don't see him being like “omg that's so cool” but I also don't see him being like “that's freaky”

It's something he notices but doesn't point out

When it comes to pain he'll suggest stretching it out, which might do the opposite but it's what his brain conjures up first 

I just feel like stretching and trained assassins go hand in hand

He knows multiple stretches that focus on those areas and that's what he'd suggest first 

There’s also other physical activities like walking for your knees

His brain goes to physical things

If all else fails, he's a walking ice pack 

I don't think he'd necessarily want to be an ice pack but if I'm the wind under your wings, spit out a couple ice cubes for me 

As for migraines I am a firm believer that Bi-Han as the oldest brother is a mini medic

He'd assume your sick so he'd advise you to drink tea, eat soup and keep your eyes closed so they're not being strained while looking at something bright 

If you get migraines often he'd buy some thick ass curtains so the sun doesn't peek through 

He may be a lil asshole but I'm gonna stay delusional and believe he'd be a good partner 

He's a good man Savannah- 

Liu Kang

I also think he wouldn't make a big deal out of it 

He might comment on it but you'd be forgiven for thinking he forgot about it 

Idk how you could use this in fighting but if you could, all 3 of them are impressed 

When it comes to pain in the knees and back, he's the opposite of an ice pack 

His power might work better with aches and pains. Depends on your body

I doubt heating his hand up would be difficult for him 

He mostly wants you to rest and take warmth baths to soak your joints 

Him and Bi-Han are mini medics but Bi-Han is more of a physical therapist. Also sitting around is a problem for him. Liu Kang is more patient and understands that there’s nothing wrong with taking a break and letting yourself heal

He probably also knows a bunch more healing methods I don't 

He's been around the block for awhile. He knows how to do other things besides leave someone concussed 

Assuming you're a regular human, he knows how weak your body is (no tea no shade) and you really need to rest or you'll break down 

That's his thought process with migraines as well

Has you sleep a lot more since migraines can be eased with sleep 

He knows all the tricks in the book. You know when your parent is like “you have a headache? why don't you *insert the most old and outlandish bullshit*”? 

That's him 

You'd think he'd use all this worldly knowledge to oh, idk, build an empire or smth but no

Kung Lao

He wouldn't make a comment in a mean way but he would do a double take 

Maybe I'm wrong but I would imagine people don't go “hey! How are you? I'm hyper mobile btw” 

So when he sees a joint kinda move funny he's thinking “am I tweaking? I gotta be”

But then it happens again and he's like “aight, what the fuck was that?”

He asks a few more questions but that's kinda it. He won't ask your whole life story. If you wanna share more, then you will 

When it comes to pain you gotta thug that one out-

I'm joking… slightly 

Liu Kang is a demigod. Bi-Han is a human but got magic powers. Kung Lao is a normal person and only has a hat

And I don't wanna hear about the magic shit in his moves. In the game I'm pretty sure he only has that hat. The hat is cool and all but my point is, he can't magic any pain he feels away 

He knows better than anyone that sometimes you just gotta take the shit on the chin and try to go on about your day 

However, that wouldn't be his only solution 

Regular human who can't make his own ice packs means he's a regular human with tons of medicine 

Medicine he'd obviously share 

He'd even buy some specifically for joint pain and keep it on him for you 

Same with medicine for migraines 

He probably has way more of those so he can't carry all those bottles but he carries some in his pocket 

He actually has a phone so he's for sure looking up ways to help with any pain or discomfort 

Whatever comes up, he'll suggest to you or help you with 

Your pain won't go away the quickest with him but it's obvious he's trying his hardest 

I did not mean to give Kung Lao the most-

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.200 Elders

Desiree has a loose tooth, so we had a little bit of drama this morning. Sophia was excited about it and told Desi about the tooth fairy. She suggested wiggling the tooth to get it out while I suggested just letting it fall out naturally. Quite honestly, I think we just confused the girl and low-key scared her. In the end, she decided to let it be. The older she gets, the more I learn about Sophia's childhood, and I'm beginning to understand she was raised believing in all the fantastical childhood beings like the tooth fairy and the flower bunny. The only reason I even believe in Father Winter is because I've met him. My parents didn't do that stuff, and Less and I were always pretty logical, anyway. Raising Desi with Sophia will be very interesting, I see.

I love living next door to my family. We don't hang out as much as I thought we would, but it's cool to run into them or see them outside my window. This morning, I went to get the mail and saw Breanna playing hopscotch. She ran over and gave me a big hug. Within seconds, my shadow Desiree came outside just as an older, male voice called from behind me.

"Hey there, young fella."

It was Justin.

"Who are all these pretty little girls?" he asked.

"This one is my niece, and this one is my daughter. This is my friend, Mr. Walker."

"Mr. Walker," he said with disdain. "Come on, now. I might be your elder, but it's not like that."

He turns his attention back to the girls.

"You young ladies can call me Justin."

"Mister Justin," I add.

"Fine," he said.

"Come on inside."

"Nice to meet you, girls."

Justin is our first non-family guest, so I thought he could officially inaugurate the living room with me, but he headed for the kitchen when he noticed Sophia.

"Morning," he said to her. "Love the new house. I don't know how you managed to make it even cozier than the last one."

"Awww, thanks, Justin. Hey, we just had breakfast. You want some oatmeal?"

"I never turn down food."

He scarfed down that bowl like it was his first meal in a week. That man really knows how to enjoy a meal, heh. I thought to ask if he wanted seconds, but he'd probably eat us out of house and home. He rubbed his belly for a bit, and I wondered how often he gets home-cooked meals. I don't really know if he has skills in the kitchen. Finally, after thoroughly enjoying the free meal, he shared the reason for his visit. His sister—his last living relative—had died. I know he'd been anticipating it for a while, but living through it is a different experience that I know all too well. Not better than him, though. I couldn't imagine being the last Murillo on earth. Like, how do you even process that?

I expressed my condolences and told him I'm here for whatever he needed. I hated the circumstance, but it was kind of nice to repay his kindness in a twisted way. All in all, he said he was okay. Some days hit harder than others, and today he felt especially alone. I told him he had an open invitation at our house.

He said he needed to get going, so we went back outside. Lex had joined the girls, and Justin joked about the kids multiplying. He laughed heartily when I told him there was one more.

"Oh, that's right," he said. "I forgot your sister had triplets. What's your name, son?"

"I'm Lex!"

"Hello there, Lex. I'm Justin."

I cleared my throat.

"Mister Justin," he added. "Your uncle is a good friend of mine. Y'all be nice to him, you hear?"

"Yes, Mr. Justin," the kids said together.

"That's what I like to hear. Next time I come, I'll bring you something sweet."

The kids cheered.

"You have a beautiful family, young buck," he said.

"Thank you. They really are a blessing."

"Ain't that the truth. Sometimes, I wish I would have settled down, but I know it wouldn't suit me. Anyway, thanks for tolerating me today. I really needed the company."

"Man, please. Get outta here with that. You're one of my good friends, too. I told you...you're welcome anytime."

"I appreciate that."

[nabipumpum]

CAN I BE THE FIRST?-03 ᴹⁱⁿʲⁱ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Y/n always tried to manage on her own, especially with the family she had, but after becoming a trainee she realized that not everyone hated her. After the debut she still tries to deal with her feelings, but everything becomes even more confusing after having to approach NewJeans for better coexistence in the company.

Pairing - Kim Minji X f!Reader

Warning - none?

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3 months ago…

After the meeting with NewJeans, everyone was in the minivan heading to the dorm, the four girls were talking animatedly as always while Y/n looked out the window, normally listening to music, but her mind was too far away to really listen to anything. Minji and Danielle's laughter went through her head, not knowing why she felt this way, she still thought it was just something that would pass, after all, everyone gets nervous around pretty girls. No, she never felt that way about anyone, she was just nervous because she was a fan of the group and having them so close made her uncomfortable. She completely ignored the heat in her body when she thought that maybe she was attracted, that wasn't true. A slight shake of her head to try to dispel that thought didn't go unnoticed by Miya, who was next to the feline girl.

“Is everything okay baby?” Y/n looked at the puppy dog look that the older girl gave her from the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah, just sleepy, you know.” lied, Y/n became great at lying. Who can blame her?

After a few minutes they arrived at the dormitory. The 5 of them sat in the living room as they talked about how cool it would be now that they also followed NewJeans. They were already friends with the girls from Le Sserafim, so they finally formed a complete group.

“Hyein looks so cool, even though she's young, she has a cool mood” Soorin smiled as she opened her bag of chips.

“Oh yeah, Hanni is your friend too, she’s so nice.” Miya had a can of soda with her.

“I think someone liked Dani too.” it was obvious that Hari would mention this.

“Did you really think Dani was cute, Kitty?” Mary looked at her, smiling lightly, finding it amusing.

"What? No… she… she just approached me and out of the blue… I'm her fan, that's all… I don't like girls anyway.” played with the her of his shirt

“Really?" why did Soorin look so surprised? “Stop annoying her” Mary diverted her attention. Just like a mother.

“Let's see Barbie” Miya shouted.

Two days after that, another performance brought the two groups to gether. Again, Y/n just watched as everyone talked, absorbing information. But her brain stopped thinking when she had the slightest exchange of glances with Minji. Her body heated up and she didn't understand why. She normally doesn't break eye contact, but why did she this time? She doesn't know, Minji has confused her mind without a single word.

“Hey, you’re quieter than Haerin.” Dani smiled as she sat down next to Y/n, not getting a real word in response, just a nod.

“Is it weird for you that all of your members are extroverted?” She smiled so warmly, Y/n didn't feel nervous.

“It’s different…” she agreed silently, waiting for more words “I got used to it.”

“I understand, I’m sorry if I made you shy the first time, you seem like a nice person.” Y/n agreed, opened her mouth to say something but a loud noise scared her.

“Bro, are you okay?” Hanni watched as Minji picked up the water bottle from the floor.

“Yes, it slipped out of my hand.” The conversations quickly resumed.

“Well, what were you going to say?” she caught his eyes again.

“You too… look cool” she murmured, but loud enough for the taller one to hear.

“OH MY GOD, you're so cute” basically screamed the last part, as she actually screamed the first one, which made everyone look at her. Y/n flinched but laughed lightly as she nodded as Danielle continued to throw a fit of cuteness. “Really cute” Minji muttered softly without thinking, but Hanni and Hari heard her, casting a sideways glance as Hanni smiled mischievously.

After that day the two groups really became close, Soorin was already friends with Hanni, but she became friends with the other 4 just as easily. It took Y/n a while to speak more than a whisper, but with the help of Mary and Miya, she managed, of course Dani and Hyein also always tried to talk to her more. Within two weeks, everyone was communicating on Twitter like old friends, even the two feline girls.

Y/n laughed lightly as Haerin showed Miya's answer. The two girls were choosing books and CDs at a random store near their dorms, which luckily (or not), were in the same building. Haerin looked at Y/n for a few seconds as she seemed focused on choosing books, until she finally showed one, displaying it with a trophy.

“That one looks cool, right?” the youngest agreed “What did you choose?”

“I just liked this CD, it looks cool, I hope it’s good.” showed the cover.

“Ashnikko? I didn’t know they sold her stuff around here, maybe you’ll like it, but don’t put it too high.” Haerin looked at the girl with confusion in her eyes “Many songs are explicit”

“Oh” the feline looked at the CD “Do you think I should change it?” the older one slowly agreed, “Ok.”

After helping each other look for more things, the two left and walked towards the dorms, happy with their new achievements.

“Unnie, can I ask you something?” the girl with black hair suddenly stopped when she heard the girl with slightly red hair now.

“It looks serious.”

“Not exactly, do you like Dani-unnie?” Y/n stared for a few seconds before laughing.

“Why do you think that?” they started walking again

“Well, just from the way you approached each other, almost everyone thinks so.”

“Almost everyone?”

“Minji-unnie of refusal”

“No, I don’t like Dani, do you like her?”

“No either, we’re just friends”

“That is good"

"That is?"

“Maybe, you’ll find out.”

After that day, Y/n and Haerin became a beautiful duo, with some staff and idols wondering if they were a couple. The answer was obviously no. Y/n saw her as a little sister, even though she was only 1 year younger, she felt like she should protect Haerin, maybe because she saw herself in her and was afraid that she would end up destroyed too.

“You and Y/n are really close now.” Minji handed a bottle of water to the smaller girl who laughed a little.

“We’re good friends, are you jealous?”

“From you? Obviously not”

“Not from me, from her.”

Yes, Minji was.

Y/n and Minji were side by side on the couch, both tired from the performance again.

“She looks pretty even though she’s tired and sweaty.” Minji thought, actually she muttered, what else should I say? Y/n has excellent hearing.

"Thanks." she muttered before taking another sip.

Minji stopped and felt her face heat up. Y/n felt the same, but she ignored it, she should have ignored it, she wasn't gay. Right?

When she arrived in her room, Kitty slammed the door a little too hard, which caught the attention of her other members, but they ended up not going to ask because they just thought she was in a bad mood, that was true, she was in a bad mood. Her mother always said that homosexual people go to hell, she didn't want to go to hell, the image of her mother flashed through her head, screaming about the vision she had.

-(“Are you crazy? Why were you so close to her?”

“We were just hugging, she’s the physical stock type, like my cousin”

“You know this girl kisses other girls, right? She’ll take you to hell with her!”

"Hell…")-

She doesn't want to go to hell, but what if it was because of Kim Minji?

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