#woah three art posts in a day look at me go

[toffeebrews]

Rough draft sorta? of my UT self insert. I'll add things as I go.

General Info

Name: Toffee (very original ik) or as I'll refer to her as "MV!Toffee"

Age: Adult of some kind

Height: 4"5"

Pronouns: Any

Species: Snail-cat

A background npc character who was hijacked by a creator.

They're me but also not shrug

Some facts!

- She keeps her mouth hidden most of the time

- Shes insecure about her slug attributes, especially her slug eyes on the top of her head. For whatever reason, they seem to reflect her emotions to a further extreme than her face.

- Shes tired... ALL the time. She's had eyebags pretty much her entire life.

- Has a dream of grandeur, helping and protecting us from anomalies. But simply is too scared and tired to do anything LMAOOO.

[mintichoco]

CREDIBLE | twtptflob

"ARE YOU AWARE THAT I CAN KILL YOU WITHOUT SO MUCH AS MOVING AN INCH?" | "SO COULD A CHICKEN WITH ENOUGH MOTIVATION, YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL"

TITLE TRACK. psycho - red velvet

FANDOM. the way to protect the female lead's older brother

CHARACTER. oc-insert, visuals of aria valentine

PRONOUNS. she/her

SUMMARY. a gen-z kid gets dropped in the world of twtptflob. . .right infront of lante agriche

FORMAT. headcanons, scenarios

INSPIRATION. this post by @rouecentric

NEXT CHAPTER. [1, you are here] • [2]

Nash was an iPad kid in every sense of the word. Her mother could not bother to care beyond sending monthly checks to the manor (more like luxurious jail) where the caretakers pocketed half the sum and the rest went to pamper her.

She could't be mad, there were plenty people out in the real world who'd kill for that kind of money. She spent her days tinkering on school projects, binge-watching historical k-dramas and being a general menace to the working staff.

Now imagine her surprise when she went to bed at three in the morning after haphazardly throwing together an art project featuring 'Kakashi the grey hare' and woke up on cold hard marble, instead of her fluffy mattress.

"What the heck?" She shuffled to a sitting stance, rubbing her sore neck.

The brushing of black skirts and the scruff of boots tethered her attention to the floor.

There were maids, a few dozens of them. Nash had her own nannies, sure, but nobody in the twenty-first century wore these silks unless as costumes, that too the very short version and for funzies on Tiktok or the bedroom.

"Woah-", a grin danced on her face. "Is this some sort of cult? Before the intro, I'll make this clear, I don't wanna be a part of this scooby-doo squad. Now, where am I?"

Silence, silence. Silence everywhere. Then, a fine looking specimen of testosterone-producer stepped up from the crowd, gripping a sword-A SWORD?!-in his hand.

"What business do you have with Agriche? How did you manage to get past the barrier guards? Start talking before I make sure you never will."

Well, zamn, who hurt you?

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd the know the answer to that?" She was thoroughly confused. "And since you don't, we can all just forget this ever happened and go our own seperate ways, okay? Okay, bye!"

A brilliant beyond brilliant idea popped up in her head. Taking out her phone, she tried searching for a signal. Hey, her mother may not pick up but she will dispatch atleast one guard to check on her.

"What is that?" The emo grandpa snapped his fingers. The phone was snatched away in an instant.

Nash reached for the object, only to be shoved away. "Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"

"Master, it seems to be some unknown technology, far beyond research-work mentioned in the archives", the woman replied and handed it over to the man in the lavish tux with a. . .bow?

What the frick is happening?!

The man chuckled and Nash felt a chill go down her spine. "A spy? Tell me, which lowlife has started copying my tactics, hm? Though, it is for the greater good, I suppose. The kids outside of this territory are pathetic, they pose no worthy challenge for my soldiers."

Which grown ass man sends people to fight kids?!

With furrowed brows, legs and arms crisscrossed, Nash drew a long breath. "Look dude, I don't know who you are or where I am but I don't mean to cause any trouble. . .yet. But if you don't return my phone, we're gonna have a problem here."

He quirked a brow and a tide of murmurs erupted from the audience. With a subtle clang his weapon was unseathed, the sharp blade pointed straight towards her neck.

Holy mother the of sweet Je-

"Are you aware that I can kill you without so much as moving an inch?"

Her breath hitched and she felt the hiccups coming. "So could a - hic - a chicken with enough motivation. You're not special-"

"Father, you called?"

A whispery voice carried by the wind stopped the man dead in his tracks from possibly ripping Nash a new one.

"Roxana", he rasped, clicking his tongue. "I don't appreciate tardiness. In any case, I'd like you to familiarize yourself with the latest brand of spies that are sent after us. Do they think of us as idiots!”

With that attitude, you’d make a fine Karen, sir. Wait. . .did he just say ’Roxana’?

Nash swiveled on her heel faster than light, coming face to face with said exotic beauty, shimmering rubies for eyes, adorned in a fashionable gown that almost made up for it’s weight.

"Y-You're Roxana Agriche?!"

At her starstruck exclaimation, the lady pursed her lips and only nodded curtly in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, Nash was clutching her head. She felt dizzy, she was definitely going to hurl.

Bye-bye fancy carpet, so long. . .

"Forking fudgecake!" The first row of maids probably jumped at the sheer decibel of her shout. "Did I get hit by truck-kun? No, that's not possible. How will a truck get in my house?! Murder, then? Not unlikely. . .although who would assassinate sweet ol’ me? Let’s see. . .”

"As you witness”, the newly recognized Lante Agriche waved the sword dangerously close to her face. Nash skiddadled to Roxana’s side. "This one doesn't know how to behave.”

Nash tilted her head to gander at the second heir’s face. She was lost in thought, her face overcome with a forlorn expression.

Roxana stroked her chin and then nodded. "You wish for me to oversee the interrogation?”

Lante grinned like a madman, thankfully storing away the blade. "As expected, you are a natural.” Nash had to do a double take to make sure his face fell in the matter of milliseconds. "Do not disappoint me.”

A sharp pain appeared in her scalp when her obnoxiously long pink hair was grasped and she was pushed back against the wall.

Yup, no wonder all the female leads hate this.

Lante did his best impression of a ravenous beast from the Black Forest, snarling and sneering. ”I will figure out where your loyalties lie and set an example through you. Am I understood?"

As astonishing as it is to be held like this by a 2D character, it ducking hurts, biAtch!

"Y-yes, sir!" As if-

He released her but it felt the same, as if her head was on fire. "Take her away.”

Roxana did not spare a moment to escort Nash to her room. They arrived in two minutes max and the blonde dismissed her tendants for the evening.

With a cotton swab and a bottle of suspiciously glowy liquid, she started dabbling the scratch that had formed on Nash's face, right under her eye from being thrown against the stone column.

She was quiet for most of the time while Nash observed Roxana's face. The teen truly was a looker, one worthy of people stopping in their tracks to stare at.

Light hair framed her face like a halo while piercing red eyes that tore through one's soul akin to the devil himself.

"Earlier, you mentioned a truck, yes?"

Nash blinked dumbly. "Uh-huh."

Roxana looked her directly in the eye. "Are your perhaps from. . .This is going to sound ridiculous but are you from Earth? Like, the actual modern world?"

The pinkette chewed on her botton lip. "Er. . .maybe?"

Roxana dropped her head and if Nash wasn't mistaken, she sighed out of relief. "How did you end up here?"

The younger girl threw her hands up. It felt weird talking to a fictional character who went into a fictional-fictional world.

Wait, that makes no sense.

"I don't know, lady! One minute I'm falling asleep reading manhwa on my computer and the next thing I know kaboom Lante-the-asshole Agriche is in front of me!"

"What's a manwha? Did you not read the novel-", Roxana paused mid-way, narrowing her gaze. "You are much too young to read those kinds of books."

Nash coughed awkwardly. "Well, I didn't exactly read it. It doesn't even exist in my world."

"Meaning? And you say your world as if we're from seperate ones."

Nash clapped her hands, slouching against the cushions on Roxana's bed. "Bingo." The girl stared at her, perplexed. "You know about the miltiverse theory, right? Y'know, spider-man and stuff like that?"

The blonde nodded.

"If I were to guess, we are both from two different realities. It's like a layer formation. The 'Flower of Hell' takes place in one, then you enter from another and change the course of the world and then I enter from a different reality like a cherry on top."

Roxana remained still, the subtle widening of her eyes being evidence of understanding. "I see. In any case, we need a place to fit you in. As far as I've looked, there is no escape. Other than death, but that is uncharted territory."

Nash made a face. You speak of death like it's the next door neighbor. Then she remembered. But for her, it probably isn't the worst thing to happen.

She cleared her throat, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. "Any chance I can take a shower? I kinda sorta really stink."

The ghost of a smile passed over Roxana's face. "I will ask for a bath to be prepared." Her gaze traveled down, "And a tailor to take your measurements. Can't have my charge looking so haggard."

Nash looked down, her face burning red. She was still in her Hello Kitty jammies. "Hey!"

Roxana stood up, packing away the medical kit. "I will be back later. Your dinner will be sent here; eat after freshening up. And try to keep a low profile. The less people are aware of your existence, the better. Fa - Lante will likely dish out my orders for you at dinner."

She made to leave but turned around again.

"What?"

"I did not catch your name."

"Nash", the pinkette replied with a too-shrill voice, trying to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes.

Roxana was amused. "Full name?"

"Ugh. . .Nashira Parker, at your service, m'Lady."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Nash threw herself on the heavenly bed, feeling her body sink into the spread of softness.

'What a day. Welp- this is my life now, I guess.'

[happypot0001]

⚠️Character does not belong to me! Character belongs to @sailingseals!⚠️

Uhmmm okay so I want to first explain this with a flashback (Flashback to July 9th) Woah, Sailor just posted a link to their Art Fight account! I’m gonna go and see their characters so I can figure out which one I wanna draw!!!!! Wow, these are such cute characters, I really like this Prince guy! Oh, Prince’s birthday is in July? Huh, I wonder if it’s passed already. OMG IT’S THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW??!?!??!?!?!??!(end of flashback) uhhhhhhh pffft.

I currently have THREE unfinished Art Fight attacks in my drawing app like it’s sad. In my head I was like “Hmmm, maybe if I work on Sailors attack now, then I can hopefully finish it by Princes birthday!” It was at this point that I had NOT been aware of my plans the following day. I realized what I was going to be doing ALL DAY which then made me think “Uhhhhh okay so, what do I do for his birthday???” Finally I was like “OKAY we are just going to do the same thing we did with Genzou, yeah?” And that’s how this little drawing was born. All jokes aside I absolutely loved drawing Prince. Sailors color palette is so soft and calm and it just makes me want to sleep (That’s supposed to be a compliment pfft) I will say that this one looks far better than the Genzou one because I was far more prepared when making this one. DONT WORRY THIS IS NOT MY ATTACK AND I WILL BE TRYING MY BEST TO MAKE A BETTER MORE DETAILED DRAWING AFTER I FINALLY FINISH THE OTHER ATTACKS (Emphasis on “trying”)!!!!!

“Uhhhhh Pot why does he have ice cream instead of a birthday cake?” Well you see in the same description where it stated Prince’s birthday, I also happened to catch a glimpse of something about him liking ice cream! So I thought it would be funny to replace his birthday cake with ice cream. “Um okay but why doesn’t he have any arms?” Any arms? I…oh. Ok so I barely know how to draw bodies, right? I had mostly practiced drawing faces before this! I had been trying to find a way to make his hand go from his small, proportion-less body without it just looking really bad. So I decided, “Why don’t I just start with the hands first? Then if it looks good, I can attach the hands to the body somehow!” Though, after I drew the hands, I ended up liking it just like that. I could’ve made stick arms for him but I just didn’t I’m sorry 😭😭 “What was his birthday wish?” Uhhhh I couldn’t tell you. Guess we’ll just have to see with the creator 😆

Not much I can say now pffft. Just love this guy and wanted to celebrate his birthday because he’s just…a cool guy yeah. Happy Birthday Prince 🥳 LOTS OF LOVE TO ANYONE WHO IS READING 💗

LOVE THE ART SAILOR! KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING!!!!!!! XOXO 💕

[syrupspinner]

top 10 most anticipated indie games!

in no particular order, not affiliated with any of em, etc etc

of the Devil

so, funny story. i had some fanart of this game set as my phone background when i went to get a new phone. check it out here! anyway, the cleric who only really plays ff14 looked at it and went "woah, what's that? it looks like danganronpa." and i was like. yeah buddy! sure does! then, of course, i began proselytizing, about how the game's demo did an amazing job at establishing not only the game's wonderfully directed art style, with the ui and the music and everything else working together to make a perfectly opressive cyberpunk atmosphere, but how the writing of the mystery and morgans character is so intriguing and compelling and auuuugh i wanna play this fucking game dude. i love morgans smile i hope she makes me eat a bomb

2. UNBEATABLE

so imagine muse dash, but instead of high-contrast anime girls and dubious dlc practices, it's just punk as fuck. theres nothing i can say about the game other than linking the side-story/demo and telling you to just go with the flow and dig the vibes. the soundtrack rocks hard, and the visuals are so well done. everything looks like a poster collage for a garage band youve never heard of. also the trailer for the full game showed off a graffiti mechanic and thats all i need

3. Demonschool

i talked about demonschool a lot back in my nextfest post, and my thoughts havent changed at all. im a slut for strategy rpgs, and a big reason for that is i like planning my moves in advance and seeing what the best use of all my ally's abilities are. so the game's mechanic of the shared ability meter that you use for multiple moves over one turn, plus the ability to rewind moves before committing to them, AND the high level of combo potential in everything's interactivity? pumped as hell. there was recently a dev update about how you can light yourself on fire and spread that damage to the environment with every attack if that helps sell you

4. Roman Sands RE:Build

i dont need to say shit. just look at it. LOOK at it. this is so ridiculously catered to my tastes on presentation alone that i cant even come up with a hyperbolic simile. its y2k dreamcast beach artstyle, its time loop with routing optimization, its arbitrary celestial puzzle with unexplained mechanics, its stupid gomotion noodle people, its abstract nonsense that is actively and literally hostile towards the player for trying to understand it. im gonna CUM dude

5. Sorry We're Closed

how often do you see a fixed-camera shooter about a woman with three eyes? the fucking atmosphere, man. even from the demo i can tell that a la mode knows what theyre doing. i love how there isnt like, a limit or meter on your third eye, thats something i can easily see another game doing. but the downsides of only being able to hurt enemies in range AND having to aim at their weak spots is already a good balance to encourage you to switch it up. its so deliciously frictional that you have to go in first person to attack anything, and theres a delay when you do it so youve gotta be really cautious and defensive. and oh man, the cleaver enemy! that was so tense, and so much of that was from the expert audio design that made it so unclear how close he is or where exactly he is, just that hes getting closer. im gonna lose my shit about this game when the full thing drops. fun fact: this releases tomorrow, so this is literally the last day that i can post this. oops!

6. .45 PARABELLUM BLOODHOUND

how often do you see a fixed-camera shooter about a woman with three eyes? ive never played parasite eve, which this is purported to be a spiritual successor to, but the action seems really interesting. sukeban's website explains it like this: "you move and dodge in real time while you wait for an Action bar to fill at a speed determined by character and weapon stats. Once that’s done you can then stop time and plan your offensive". that sounds stupidly fun. judging by the trailers and shit, theres gonna be a big focus on combo chains and your character having multiple attacks she can switch between, but theres not much i can really say about that until theres a demo or something.

7. YIIK: A Postmodern RPG (Update I.V)

i know an update is cheating a bit, but ackk studios considers it to be a thorough enough reimagining that it almost constitutes a sequel. if you havent played the demo then you should give it a shot. my only experience with yiik before it was secondary, through discussions and lets play compilations, and i was totally blown away. the combat was totally reworked, so instead of those repetitive and drawn-out minigames its a way more engaging system where you can use "karta" as defensive shields with passive buffs or sacrifice them for spells. its one of those things that sounds weird and complicated when you explain it, but in gameplay it just kinda clicks. it also seemed to double down on he surrealism and abstract psychological themes, which is my fucking jam. i think missed potential is the worst flaw something can have, so hearing that yiik is growing into its most flawless form is exciting as hell

8. FreeJack Online

unfortunately, i found out about this game about a month after its last online playtest. the dev's discord says they wont reopen unless they find a publisher, and theyre not sure if thats gonna happen reasonably soon. but secondhand, this game looks like a killer time. you guys know im super into this hip hop skatepunk urban style, so even if the gameplay is total shit ill still be all over the ost and character design. but this gameplay doesnt look like shit! you build up trick combos and that contributes to your speed as you parkour around and try to win races. its been a while since ive sunk myself in a competitive online game and i think thisll be what gets me back into it, someday

9. Hyper Light Breaker

yknow im kinda surprised this list hasnt been more roguelikes considering how much i play em. hlb looks like its aiming for an interesting combo of roguelike and open-world, and im really interested in how that shakes out. the combat looks like a really good transition of the speedy high-stakes fighting from hld into 3d. im really hopeful for this game, especially everything heart machine is going through with gearbox and the fanbase backlash for the delays.

10. The Hundred Line -Last Defense Academy-

im saying this counts as indie because im in denial. so, i mentioned how the phone clerk guy was a danganronpa fan, right? he played all the mainline games, and even got into zero escape looking for more (he played VLR before 999? lmao) but he had no idea what too kyo games was. never heard of Death Come True, or Akudama Drive, or World's End Club, or Rain Code, or Tribe Nine. really goes to show how much publicity matters, huh? anyway, in case you couldnt tell, i am a 'fan' of danganronpa. theres a lot you could say about it, like how the writing is juvenile and contrarian and how it consistently struggles to write unpredictable mysteries despite this and also how kodaka just fundamentally fails at writing minorities and the pacing issues and flat characters and... you get it. but its never boring. and considering they officially hired the guy who wrote the spin-off novel where kirigiri gets cloned into a houseplant, i feel like its just gonna get less boring from here

look at this shit. im along for the ride at this point

[gracewritesfics]

You post thirst traps on social media hiding your face, and sext strangers, and he views it all from his anonymous account. But what you both didn't know was you were in the same college. Suddenly, he realises it as he notices details about you. And he recognises you and is totally shocked.

Y/n's pov;

I've been single for a long time now. Dating is so complicated. The last time I dated a guy was three years ago. It was a year long relationship that ended in nothing but a heartache and tears. I was done with dating. I didn't want another complicated relationship. I had developed commitment issues because of my past relationships. So, I decided on not dating anyone.

Anyway, I still wanted attention. I will not lie. I felt the need. So I created an account on instagram. It had a weird username so none of my in real life people recognise me. I posted a picture without my face, wearing a sexy top, that hugged me tight, showing off my curves. A few people followed me, mostly creepy guys. You know how it is. They go crazy. And start dming you all at once.

I saw my message requests as they were bombarded with texts with just a few pictures that I had posted. I replied to ones I found a little appropriate, not creepy. But then they asked for more, they asked to meet me and my information like my contact number. So I blocked them or ghosted them.

I did not want to have sex, not with some random guy from my social media. I did all of it for attention. I was loving it. I posted a picture with my red lace bra and my dms were flooded. I talked a little to a few guys. I had this pattern, I ghosted them as soon as they began to sound like a creep.

No one knows about this. This side of me. Not my besties. None of my friends. The day they get to know about it, it's over for me. Because in reality, I'm a really shy girl. Introvert. I had this image. But the pictures I had posted on that account, were questionable for someone like me. I was shameless there. Like for public entertainment. But I got what I wanted. Attention. And I got to show off my body. It was too sexy to keep it disguised. At least some guys could see and jerk off and sleep peacefully at night because of me. Right? I was just doing social work.

One night, it was insufferable. I needed someone to talk. But most guys in my dms were creeps. I didn't want to talk to them. I went a little too far as I tried to click a perfect semi nude. I wore panties that barely covered my ass. And I slid off the straps of my bra, it showed the most of my cleavage. And I clicked pictures, showing off my ass and then my cleavage. I pressed my boobs from the side of my arms to make them look more perfect and show off the cleavage more. And then I posted it on my story.

I was hopeless. There were only creeps. I checked every other dm, disappointed. Then, there was this anonymous account, it said, "Your body is beautiful." I looked at it and smiled. "Don't flatter me. There's no need." I replied. "I'm not flattering you, it's the truth. I think women's bodies are a piece of art crafted by god and yours is one of the perfect ones." The text read.

"Woah, woah. What do you want? Nudes? Sex?" I asked. "No. I don't want any of that, unless of course, you are comfortable." He texted. "Are you for real? Are you a guy?" "Yep, I'm a real person, a guy."

"Can you please... help me. I need someone." I said finally out of desperation. "Tell me." He said. "Send me your video, while masturbating" "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes" I replied. I took off my bra and clicked a picture of my boobs while holding them with one arm and sent it to him after contemplating. "Damn, they're gorgeous." He texted.

His choice of words swooned me. Even if it was a facade. Maybe he's trying to impress me so he can fuck me in real. But it made me feel things. I was fucking wet already and then he sent me a video. His veiny hands, holding his dick, jerking it then going faster. I imagined it inside of me with every thrust he made by his own hand. His dick was leaking precum. And I was so wet. I shoved my finger inside me and paced it back and forth to get some satisfaction.

I felt a wave of tremble and my fingers were sticky with all the release. "Did it help?" He asked. "It did" I said but I needed him so badly. I needed that dick inside me. "Then sleep well, beautiful <3." He texted. My eyes were widened. It was sweet but, why would he text me like I'm his girlfriend. I was just a random stranger.

I logged off my account and decided I'd not open it. But a couple nights later again, I felt irritated with all the tension. I wanted a release. So I logged in. I tried not to text that guy. But everyone else was stupid, creep, asshole. "Hey" I texted. After a few minutes, he texted back, "Hi! How are you?" I told him I'm fine. "Can I help you with something?" "You already know." I replied. And then he understood.

Sexting with him was, so satisfying. He knew exactly what to say. It made me turn on even more. "I'll trail kisses from your neck to your shoulders. I'll paint you like a canvas with my tongue." He sexted in poetry, I was amazed.

Jimin's pov;

As I was pacing through the campus to reach the hallway, I bumped into a girl. All her pages fell down and got scattered on the ground. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," she said and began to pick it up. I bent on my knees to help her too. She was really polite, someone else would be arguing with me that I was running around..

For a brief moment my hand touched with hers... And I viewed it closely. I felt like I had seen those hands somewhere. I looked at her face, but I didn't know her. She looked into my eyes and then said, "Thank you."

"What for?" I asked. "For helping me, in picking all this mess up." "Oh, no worries, it was my fault anyway." I said. "It's okay." She said again and then went on her way. I looked at her from behind. Shoulder length hair. She wore a top and a skin fit jeans. She walked away and I went my way.

..

"Hey" she had texted. The girl from that account. "Can I help you with something?" I asked. "You already know."

I had controlled myself for a long time. Once, when I was in high school, I dated a lot of girls. They'd also get into bed with me and have sex. But as soon as they got a guy better than me, they'd leave. I don't usually say this for women, but some of my exes were bitches. Especially the last one, she took me to bed herself and later blamed me that I manipulated her into sex. She did so when I caught her cheating with someone else.

I had this anonymous account because I wanted to have zero social media presence. I did not want to add some stupid people to see what's going on in my life. When I came across this account of a girl, she posted her thirst traps. I was really intrigued. Although she intentionally posted pictures where she showed her curves and her cleavage but I couldn't help but notice every detail. The little moles she had. One on her collarbone. It was beautiful. She had a scar, on her left thigh, did she hurt herself?! I did not ask, it would be too personal.

I had texted her earlier complimenting her body because I couldn't hold back. Sure, I was jerking off every other night seeing her pictures. I was curious, how beautiful would she be in real. How her face would look like? If her body was so beautiful. I wanted to hear her moans. How would it be to fuck her?

...

I was climbing the stairs of college one day as a girl was descending and suddenly on the last step she lost balance and she fell down. If I had stood close enough I would have held her. But she fell and her skirt slid up her thighs. I'm not the one to peep like a shameless creepy guy. But what caught my attention was the scar on her thighs. I shook my head to come to my senses and held out a hand to her.

Her hand felt so soft, like a touch of a blanket in winter. She got up and straightened her skirt. "Thank you.. I.." she hesitated feeling embarrassed. "It's okay, it happens, don't be so worried. No one else saw!" I assured her. Then she smiled hesitatingly and went away. I looked at her as she walked away. Was she..? No, she is so shy and quiet. She can't be her. Its paradoxical.

...

"I want to ride you. Fucked by you from behind. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk." She was wilding. Our sexting had reached another level. Whenever she felt the need, she texted me and I was there for her. We imagined the filthiest scenarios and our imaginations were wild. We sometimes even got close. I asked her when she sent the picture of her ass, she told me she had those scars from harming herself. She told me her ex used her to get nudes and sex and then left her. I shared with her my story. We practically knew each other's worse secrets. But we did not know each other.

...

One day, as everyone was preparing for the college fest, students were gathered. It was a compulsion to take part in one thing or the other. So, I took part in a dance. It was supposed to be a pair dance with 5 pairs. There were other girls too, so we were told to choose a partner from participants. There was this girl I knew. We had bumped into each other twice. I chose her as my dance partner. We began to practice as the dance instructor told us to do.

I held her waist for a step and she rested her hand on my shoulder. She wore a top and it revealed a little bit of her collarbone. I saw a ... mole. What the fuck?! "What's your name?" I asked casually, smiling. "y/n, and you.." "Jimin Park." I told. I shouldn't do this. But I peeked through the gap on the neck of her top, and noticed another freckle on her cleavage, at the exact same spot. I moved away my gaze instantly. She. Is. Her.

The girl I've been sexting with. It's her. I noticed her face. More beautiful than I ever imagined. Her voice sweet like honey. I imagined her completely. From the pictures she had sent me. I imagined her under me, moaning in that sweet voice of hers. I controlled myself. As I still danced with her.

"Can you say my name?" I asked. "What?" "I want to see if you pronounce it correctly." I said. "Umm.. Jimin, right? Jimin!" She said. I wanted her to scream it louder. "Right!" I said.

...

I held myself back too much, knowing it was her, everyday we practiced dance and every night she'd say filthy things to me in the chat. She wanted to be fucked so badly yet in real she hid behind that mask of innocence. I'm not saying she wasn't innocent. But I knew her behind that shy girl demeanor. She was wild.

The fest happened. The dance practice sessions were over. We did not meet much in college after the fest. Not like we used to while practicing dance. When I placed my hands on her waist and imagined her naked in front of me like in her pictures. I knew every detail of her body. Her freckles, her marks, her curves, everything.

One night, after a couple days, as she was busy with exams, she texted. "I'm sorry I was MIA for a while." She texted at midnight. "That's alright, you must be busy." I said. "Yes." She said. "Exams over?" I asked, unconsciously. "How do you know about my exams?" She asked back. Fuck. "Who are you??" She asked. "Do you know me?" A series of texts.

"I know you pretty well, you've shared a lot about yourself." I said. "No, I did not tell you about my exams. Who are you?" She texts. "I'm someone, who knows you. In real and virtual. From your shy personality to your wildest dreams."

She freaked out. She stopped texting. And a few moments later, I was blocked. What the fuck? We had talked so much, and sexted so many times, now that I tell her I exist in reality, she blocked me. I had her pictures saved. I saw them for a while. Then in frustration I threw my phone on the side of bed.

...

I paced my steps, looking for her all around the campus. I searched so many places but she wasn't there. Finally I saw her in a classroom. Putting her head down. I went inside the class and sat near her. "y/n?" I asked. She jerked up. Her eyes widened and she was terrified. But as she saw me her expressions calmed. "Oh, Jimin. You." She said.

"Yes, me." I said. "I thought it was someone else." She said. "Who could it be?" "Um.. no one." "Then why are you so scared and terrified?"

"I-" She was going to say something when I placed my finger on her lips. "Do you not recognise me?" I asked. "What?" She looked confused. I showed her my other hand, flexing it. "This hand, do you recognise it?" I asked. Her eyes widened with each breath as she noticed my veiny hands.

"You dream of it every night, these fingers, you dream of them inside of you..." She heaved, her heartbeats heavy. She couldn't breathe. She got up and hurried out of the class. I followed her. Calling out her name in the hallways. She dashed across the campus. I ran up to her and held her wrists and pinned her against the wall of the auditorium. Our voices faintly echoed as we spoke because of the huge space.

"Why are you running away from me? Didn't you say that you want me?" I asked. "I..I.. never imagined, you were.. really."

"You have driven me crazy with your fantasies. And I want to fulfill each one of them, darling." I said. "Wh.. I ... Jimin."

"Stop the act. I know who you are. I have seen you behind this facade." I said.

"Jimin, I'm not the kind of girl... that's not me." She mumbled.

"Babygirl, don't be ashamed of your desires. It's not a bad thing. I know you. I know about your scars, your freckles, each line of your body. And I know you want this. Just tell me once. I'll give you everything you want. In every way you like it. Don't hold yourself back anymore." I said, cupping her face as she looked into my eyes.

"I.. want you to-" she was about to say when I crashed my lips with hers and began kissing her, biting her lips, shoving my tongue in her mouth. "Wa-..wait.. is this the right place?" She asked.

"How about, I take you to my mansion? There's no one else there, my mom dad have gone for a trip." I said. "your mansion?" Confusion etched on her face in indecisiveness. "Do you trust me?" I asked "Y..Yes. I trust you." She said. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to my car.

...

As she sat in the passenger seat I drove off the campus and I drove in speed. "Slow down, baby." She said. "I thought you liked it fast" I joked. She hit me playfully. As I parked my car outside my mansion. I looked at her finally, biting my lower lip in anticipation. Weeks and months of just imagining and dreaming.

Her gaze met mine and then dipped to my lips. I instantly grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss. Devouring her, like her lips were my favourite ice cream. I licked her, sucked her lips. She gasped as she tried to kiss me the same way. She moved her velvety lips against mine and I melted.

"Are we gonna do it in the car?"she asked.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold myself back!" I said and she chuckled lightly which made my heart tickle. I got out of the car and pulled her out of the seat and into my arms. Slamming the door with my feet as I kicked it. I held her up in my arms. And rushed to my bedroom which was luckily downstairs. I rushed across the hall into my bedroom, I dropped her on the fluffy mattress of my bed and locked the door. No one was home, but just in case.

I want back to her after locking the door. She looked straight at me, laying down as I had placed her, hands on the sides. She put her legs close together joining them.

She wore a skirt, black stockings, and a shirt on top. It was sexy. But it needed to go. I held both her knees as she had her legs joined, and did them apart. Spreading her legs open. I yanked up her skirt, and put my hand over the thin fabric of her panties. I laid on top of her, kissing her, mixing her saliva with mine. My tongue practically fucked her mouth.

She fought for dominance but I kissed her hard. Then I moved down to her neck. Unbuttoning her shirt all the way down, I removed it from her taking off it's sleeves. She wore her red lace bra. "This is my favourite." I said as I kissed over her cleavage. Biting her nipples from over the fabric of her bra. While I made circular motion with my fingers on her clit and she was dripping wet already. She moaned and gasped as I moved my fingers slowly and then I slid down her panties and shoved my fingers in her pretty little cunt. I stroked her with my fingers as she moaned.

I paced them back and forth inside of her until they were soaking in her juices. I licked my fingers to taste her. And then put them in her mouth. "you're delicious, I can have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert." I said. And went down on her as I put my thumb in her mouth. And undoing her bra from the other hand in a second. She gasped. "Are you impressed with my skills, love?" "Hmphh!" She said with my thumb inside her mouth.

I licked her pussy moving my tongue and trying to devour her, putting it in as long as it can go, I tasted her. Her reactions drove me crazy as she moaned and breathed heavily. She shrieked when I put her clit between my teeth gently.

I went back up and kissed her hard. "Taste yourself, you filthy little girl." She chuckled. "How do you want it?" I asked. "Do I have to tell you?" She arched an eyebrow.

I scoffed. I knew her wildest fantasies. I knew how she liked it. I undid my jeans and she gazed at my dick shamelessly. I took her hand and placed it on my dick. "Feel it. How you said you wanted to hold it and do the things to me as I sent you the video?" I teased. She moved her hand and lashed it against my dick. I moved her hand and laid on top of her grazing her thighs with my dick. "Just... fuck me!" She said.

And I put it inside her. Slowly moving it at first and then increase the pace. I held her wrists to the sides. I watched her face, burning red, so flushed like a cherry. She was a smoking mess that I had created. I stroked back and forth faster, each time earning a moan from her.

"Say my name, love!" I said.

"Jimin! Jimin..Jim- Ahh!" I chuckled.. I couldn't help. It was so hot as she said, my name sounded like a melody.

"Do you want to ride?" I asked. She nodded with half lidded eyes. Sweating all over her neck and forehead. I laid down, and held her so she could get on top of me. I had wrecked her so bad. She got on top of me, I held her waist and she put her hands back on my thighs as I lifted them a little for her. She rode my dick, moving up and down as it pierced the insides of her. She moaned loudly. If I had neighbours, they'd surely enjoy.

"Jimin.." She mumbled and she brought her face down over mine. "I... I have fallen. In love. With you. I want you."

"I love you. Y/n. I want you all to myself. You are mine. You don't have to ask, I'll fulfill all your wildest fantasies. And no other man, could touch you like I do. They'll not see you like this. You're mine to fuck, mine to ruin and mine to love. All your scars, all your freckles, all your curves, mine to kiss and to touch."

"I love you baby. I promise. I'm all yours. Every inch of me. I belong to you. Take me as you want. I'm shameless. I'll be on my knees for you. I'll scream your name while you take me. Take me, completely."

[endlessnightskyshoutsback]

okay so long post ahead.

i was in tenth grade, i'd recently picked up learning to play the violin because one of my friends dared me to do it in class and i wasn't about losing. there was an art fest coming soon so i asked my violin instructor if he could teach me something cool by the time of the festival, and he agreed, even though i had been playing for barely four months. so every day, after my extra long study sessions in school at like 5pm, i would go to the little studio they taught all the music students in, and just suck really bad at the violin together with other kids, and sometimes even the piano kids would join in as well, and there would be a cacophony of noises filling this tiny little room. On the day before the fest, i wanted to do some last minute practice, and i went there a bit later than usual. there were like three kids in the room with me, and we were all playing like usual while a giant thunderstorm was brewing outside. i was scared of thunder, so all the kids were trying to play as loud as they can to block out the noise of the thunder outside. once or twice, we may or may not have screamed. then we laughed it off and right as it was turning 6 pm, i was packing up my violin and saying my goodbyes to everyone when the rain finally cleared, and a soft relaxing breeze brushed against us from the door and we looked outside. we saw a beautiful golden sunset sky with many colored clouds outside, and the golden beams of light fell on my face. we all went woah. cool af. then we left and i ended up messing up the thing i was practicing anyway but i still remember that one moment after the storm cleared vividly in my mind. it wasn't a lot, but it meant so much to me. for the first time in my life on that day, i truly felt alive, even through all the dark stuff that was going through my mind at the time. i still go back to it sometimes.

Tell me a soft memory

[poststormjitters]

Consolidated story progress 2022-23

I'm bringing my updates onto one post instead of taking up most of what I have on this blog. Art should be the majority! Not repeated walls of text as I try to track some data. Having it all on one post should also make it easier for my brain to look back at my patterns from *checks notes* nearly two years ago (whoof). I haven't really been writing for myself very much this past year, but I would like to get back to it (and more art) soon. The blogger may be constantly tired, but the blog isn't abandoned!

Thank you to anyone who reads my notes, much appreciated :)

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Dec 21 2023 (today as of writing): 46334 total. 105 pages.

<2023: no updates b/c very little writing. Did not, in fact, finish this draft and start second draft this year>

Dec 19 2022: +443 words. 44544 total. Notes: It’s been kind of a while since I’ve sat down with intention, though I’ve caught some opportunities for a few sentences here and there. I’m trying a new POV and having some extra free time helps. I am on (I believe) the final third and I have my outline in a good place. Resolutions and wrap-ups, ~50 pages left. All the respect to nanowimo writers. There’s only a few more days left in December, but I hope to finish this draft and start my second draft next year. 

July 18 2022: +5,236 words since last update (plus uncounted planning). 33,565 total (more than 30k, woah!). 75 pages. Notes: Not sure how much I'll sick to it, but I've been thinking the story will be "segmented" into three parts. The first 50 is my setup, the next 50 is the body and building off the set ups, the final 50 will be the climax and payoffs/end. I'm halfway through the second "arc." I recently read that 30k is about a third of a novel, which is validating and puts me right about on track. They're small enough chunks that I can have goals and planning, but they're big enough that I don't feel constrained so I can still stretch and play. I stopped reading to my friend about 50 pages in because we just caught up to where my writing left off, and I do so infrequently enough that it seemed silly to read to them only every couple of nights (and have the pressure to keep up with it like that). We agreed that where we left of was actually a really good place. “Like a season cliffhanger” and thinking about it like that-- three sections with their own arcs set within an overall story--has been super helpful to how I’m choosing to pace. It’s just my first draft, so it only has to exist, but this way of thinking about it is new for me and I like the way it sits in my brain.

June 22 2022: +1,909 words. 28,329 total (almost 30k, wow!). +5 pages. Notes: this is from two days, but they’re getting one update because I forgot. Working title achieved!

June 10 2022: +1204 words +3 pages :)

June 6 2022: +617 words. 52 pages.

May 18 2022: +499 words. 24019 total.

May 9 2022: +1,472 words in planning. Notes: Wanted to put down the progress :) Reading to my friend has caught up with how far I’ve written, and I’ve been a little stuck on what comes next. But I think I have a direction again. It’s still a little rough on what’s directly next, but I’m feeling good for what’s generally after. 

April 25 2022: +608 words. 22,055 total. 51 pages. Notes: I deleted a couple paragraphs. Things are amping *up*! 

April 25 2022: +972 words. 21,331 total. 50 pages. Notes: I just did a crush scene and I feel all blushy, aw

April 18 2022: +3,979 since last update. 20,337 total (20k!). 48 pages. Notes: Plot is coming together. I don't quite know what is coming after this next bit, but it's the first draft and we'll figure it out as we go. It just has to exist. We’re gonna get dramatic slice-of-life-y here soon!  Reading to a friend is definitely helping me be motivated. The internal sense of "needing to write more because we're going to run out of story to read" keeps a deadline feeling going. Plus, though there's a lot that's still up in the air (ha), it’s fun and encouraging to share with someone and re-read things without the time or intention to edit.

March 4 2022: +594 words. 38 pages. 

Feb 21 2022: +459 words. 36 pages.

Feb 5 2022: +958 words. Notes: Also character work/ brainstorming.

Feb 2 2022: +613 words. 33 pages.

Feb 1 2022: +359 words. 13,734 total. 32 pages.

[toomanyfandomsorkinafs]

Okay, so you have officially given me too much power with allowing me to ramble at you, so here we go, ramble 2.0!

So, I was trying to art today, you know how it is when you have that one fic that has art that needs to be done and you're the only one who can do it, so I was doing that, and, well, art doesn't like me all that much, at least art with 4 characters in it doesn't. I managed to get the pencil outline done, which is one of the hardest parts in my opinion, and it will be posted with the corresponding DF chapter, but wow did it fight.

I was also looking back at the chapters of DF that I have yet to post, and boy are you guys in for it. I give you a healthy dose of fluff beforehand, but oof are we about to hit the angst hard. I have to go back through and add onto the angst because I sort of added something to make it angsty, and then glossed over it, so, ya'know, more angst to give you all!

While I'm rambling, I may as well mention work, because, if I thought my art was giving me a hard time, today has been a rough one at work. We started off quiet, like very quiet, and then things exploded. We had order after order come in, not to mention an important customer also came in (someone who is looking to buy the restaurant from us) so that was fun, almost as fun as tripping over the lip in the kitchen and nearly cracking my head open. Thankfully, I'm fine, but boy did I not need that right then!

Alright, I think that's about it for today's ramble, and I doubt there will be one tomorrow as I am catering at yet another event tomorrow (thankfully that's the last one before the weddings and Thanksgiving). I will be getting a chapter of DF out though before I have to hit the road, so there is that.

Alright, ramble over. Love you <3 /p

HEHEHE MORE RAMBLES FOR ME!! I love hearing people talk to me! You don’t know how much this helps calm me down to know that someone is willing to just talk more then just three lines ❤️

I get that- few weeks ago I tried rating and well- let’s just say that the mushrooms didn’t really mush or room….

Also woah! I can relate to that when like we have multiple guests coming in for like one day or two right after each other then one for like a month(Very stressful when one leaves at 2 and the other comes in at 3:30 or 4!😭)

Thank you for rambling! I love you too<3/p

[not-a-space-alien]

Watch Your Step: Chapter 11: Off the Leash

Since the last chapter update I have had more art commissioned, as well as wrote up a post with some thoughts on my lore for this world! Everything is available for your viewing pleasure on the Story masterpost.

AO3 link

As always, thanks to @appelsiinilight and @static-stars! <3

Jackie was still pissed at her.  She was passive-aggressive to Marcy all day, throwing snide comments about her work out during the lab meeting.  Her advisor also gave Marcy slightly disapproving looks whenever Jackie mentioned the specimens she’d lost.

And yet Marcy barely noticed.  Such admonishment used to throw her into a spiral of anxiety, so it felt very strange.  Jackie noticed that she didn’t seem to care, which only seemed to make it worse.  But Marcy was lost in thought.  Everything that had seemed so important before suddenly mattered less.  Her head was clouded by thoughts of a guy, which had never happened before.  She was borderline obsessed.

By the time the end of the day rolled around, she’d barely absorbed a word.  She left work thinking only of the shopping list she’d compiled in her head.

She could imagine a number of things at the craft store Thistle should like.  Fabrics, for one thing, and thread to sew with.  He could make himself some more clothes, instead of being stuck with the same ones he’d sewn from rough, less than ideal fabric from the scrap pile in the sewing kit.  He’d probably like gemstones and fake flowers and all manner of small, colorful objects available.  They could maybe even find some nontoxic paint for him to use.  She couldn’t help but imagine all the things a creative little guy like him could do with proper supplies.

And the electronics store….it felt really strange to be buying a mobile device for someone barely bigger than the average cell phone, but she was convinced it was a good idea.  He wouldn’t be able to put it in his pocket, of course, but he could use it like a big computer.  She’d just need to be careful how she introduced him to it.

When she got home, three eager faces turned towards her from the living room.  Marcy’s eyes fell on Thistle, who was sitting cross-legged on the coffee table doing a respectable approximation of knitting.

“Hey Marce!” said Colin, standing up and blocking the doorway.  “Finally, you’re back!”

“Are you ready to go?” said Teddy.  “Colin won’t shut up about how excited he is to go shopping.”

“Let me get in the door first, geez.”  She gently pushed Colin to the side, then knelt beside Thistle.  “Hey, buddy, how’d it go today?”

Thistle set his knitting to the side and stood, fanning his hands out and wiggling his fingers.  “Teddy give me nails polish!”

“Woah!” said Marcy.  “Wow!  Good job, Teddy, I’m surprised you were able to paint something so small.”

Teddy smugly averted her eyes, shrugging.  “Oh, it was nothing.”

“So are we ready to go?” said Colin.

“All right, all right.”  Marcy set her backpack down.  “Sure.  Where’s Mochi?”

“She’s in the basement,” said Teddy.  “They were both being good, but I got nervous.”

“All right, that’s fair.  I don’t blame you.  Better safe than sorry.  And now we don’t have to corral her down there for while we’re gone.”

Colin stopped his excited bouncing.  “Huh?”

Teddy furrowed her brow.  “Oh you…planned to leave him here?”

“Er… Yeah,” said Marcy.

“What!” Colin cried.  “Marcy, we’re going shopping for him!  We can’t go out without him!”

“But it’s dangerous for him to go outside!” said Marcy.

“We could leave him in the car,” Teddy suggested.

“No!” Colin exclaimed.

“It’s double dangerous for him to go into a store.”  Marcy shook her head.  “I don’t know, guys.”

Colin scooped Thistle up, so quickly he gave a little meep of surprise.  He held him aloft.  “Come on, Marcy, look at him!  He wants to go outside!  He craves adventure!  He needs stimulation!  He needs to pick out his own stuff!”

Baffled, Thistle steadied himself on his hands and knees.

“Well…” said Marcy.  “I guess it would make sense to bring him so we can test whether the touchscreen will work with his fingers.”

“Yes!” said Colin.  “I’ll go start the car.”

Still looking uncomfortable, Marcy took Thistle from him before he zoomed out.

“Eseer?” said Marcy.  “Cuvol Eseeri?”

Thistle stood up, eyes sparkling.  “We go outside?”

“You want to?”

He nodded.

“Okay.”  She turned to go up the stairs.  “I’ll be right back.”

Thistle settled into her palm, swaying with the rhythmic motion of her climbing the stairs.  She took him back into her room.

She set him on the desk.  He stood patiently watching her, hands clasped politely in front of him.

His heart sank as she took out the wretched blue box, sliding it open and turning it on its side.  She spoke to him again, both in Giantese and her best broken Pixish, but he wasn’t really listening, tunnel vision zoomed in on the corner of that box.

He knew she wanted him to get inside of it.  He hadn’t been since he started sleeping in Marcy’s bed with her.  The only times he’d been inside of it had been to restrict his movement…to keep him prisoner while he slept…to transport him into the house in the first place…and that very first time…

He shuddered, the sight of the box’s interior bringing back a flood of painful memories, of being trapped in the dark, immobilized, bleeding out, dehydrated and starving, more scared than he’d ever been and not knowing what fate was in store for him….He still didn’t know, to a certain extent, and this was an unpleasant reminder that he was still very much at the mercy of Marcy’s whims.

Marcy noted the immediate shift in body language, the shoulders falling, the wings drooping sadly.  “Hey, come on,” said Marcy.  “It’s to keep you safe.  It’ll only be for a couple of minutes.”

After a few moments’ hesitation, Thistle stepped up and into it.

Colin had another fit, of course. He pointed out that Marcy had just said she didn’t want to keep him locked away, and insisted they couldn’t treat him like that anymore.  Marcy argued very vehemently that it was unsafe for him to be in the car unprotected, because he would be absolutely obliterated if there were an accident.  Colin retorted that he wasn’t planning to get into an accident.  Teddy pointed out that nobody planned on getting into an accident.

Then Marcy pointed out the dog.

Their nearest neighbor had a pitbull mix named Buster who would occasionally roam around unsupervised.  Colin’s house was really the only one that was close enough for him to reach–they lived a bit away from the city, and there was a small patch of wood separating them from the main roads.  And oh boy had Colin talked with his neighbor, repeatedly, in a variety of angry tones about keeping her dog on a leash.  She would always promise that she would keep a closer eye on the dog, and only let him outside on a leash so he wouldn’t get away, but Teddy had seen her just sliding the patio door open to let Buster wander around in her supposedly fenced-in yard.

The main issue was that the neighbor didn’t think it was a problem.  Buster was generally not a very aggressive dog–at least, not towards people, only towards small animals, as the occasional eviscerated squirrel or bird in the yard testified.  He also never went very far from her property and always came back; Colin’s house was the furthest he went.  They’d tried to convince her otherwise–show her the native wildlife he’d been killing, remind her that small kids could be walking by, inform her of how he’d bark late at night when they were trying to sleep, digging up their yard, leaving his droppings on their lawn–but she seemed to take no notice of it.  Colin had even threatened to call animal control…of course he’d never have the heart to actually go through with it, though.

Reminding Colin of this animal that he absolutely hated was enough to instantly convince him the danger was real and that Thistle needed protection to be outside, even just moving from the house to the car.  They very quickly all agreed that this was probably the biggest threat to him in the immediate outside of their house.  A meeting between Thistle and Buster would surely be disastrous, and he could be around pretty much any time.

They would have to address that eventually, if they ever wanted to let Thistle have any significant time outside.  For now, the cooler would be effective protection.

Colin instantly relented as soon as she mentioned the dog, exiting the house with a hawk-like gaze on the yard, eyes burning with anti-dog vision.  He opened the rear door for Marcy to slide into and set the cooler on her lap.

Marcy tried to keep the cooler steady as they pulled out of the driveway and onto the road.  She was already second-guessing their decision.  “Erm…How are we going to take him into the store without anyone seeing him?”

For a brief second, she had the horrible vision of Colin trying to argue that they shouldn’t hide him.  Instead, he just said, “Oh, uh…hmm…good point.”

“Colin has that jacket back there,” said Teddy.  “It’s probably too big for you, so if you put it on, there should be enough room for him in the sleeves and pockets and whatnot.”

Marcy looked over and saw the horrid old orange hoodie that Colin kept in his backseat.  Well…Better than nothing.

She very gently lowered the cooler to the floor between her feet, and pulled the hoodie on over her head.  “Cool, I love wearing hoodies when it’s eighty degrees out anyway.”

She put the cooler back on her lap and cracked the lid open.  Thistle was balled up in the corner, nose to the wall.

“Hey,” she cooed, reaching in and stroking him gently.  He roused, rolling over and kneeling, clutching her hand.  “Everything okay?”

“Where…” he said, and now she felt his lithe frame trembling slightly.  “Erm…nira?  C’mon vamonos?”

“We’re going to the store.  We talked about it this morning, remember?”

He looked up at her with big, wet eyes.  She wasn’t sure how much he understood.

Marcy looked up at the road.  They weren’t going too fast, and there weren’t many other cars around.  It should be safe for just a minute, right?

She gently scooped him up, lifting him out and holding him near the door.  He stood on tiptoe, peeking up over the door and out the window.  Full, leafy trees that were just beginning to turn brown for the fall whizzed by.

“Pretty,” he murmured.

“It’s nice, right?”

He looked back at her over his shoulder, and nodded mutely.

It was about three minutes before Marcy’s anxiety became too great to ignore, mind running a loop of what could happen if the car even came to too sudden of a stop.  She very gently corralled him back into the cooler.  She did leave it open a crack though.  He seemed in slightly better spirits.

It was only a few minutes to the strip mall where the craft store was.  Thistle roused when the car stopped, engine dying into silence. 

“Are you ready?” said Marcy.

He nodded vigorously.  Marcy privately thought there was no way in Hell he knew what he was claiming to be ready for.

“Okay,” said Marcy.  She lowered her sleeve into the cooler, pulling it open so Thistle could see all the spare room between the fabric and her hand.

Thistle blinked, cocking his head and leaning forward a little.

“Go on.”

He looked up at her for reassurance, then crawled up, hoisting himself up and in.  His feet, still poking slightly out, flailed a little as she lifted him out.

She held him up near her face.  He clambered to turn around in the narrow space, wings folded down against his back.  He perched with his nose out of the sleeve, his body under her palm.  She curled one finger down to rub his head.

“Let’s go, then.”

She carefully put her hands in the front hoodie pocket.  She felt Thistle wiggling slightly, pressing against her hand.

All three got out of the car.  Thistle’s body spasmed with surprise at the loudness of the doors shutting.  He felt strange against her skin, a little ball of warmth and trembling motion…She could very faintly feel his heartbeat, beating at a crazy pace.  Was it always that fast?

Marcy’s anxiety mounted once again as they walked across the parking lot.  “He’s not coming out of the pocket unless we can make super for sure that nobody is watching, okay?  Like, one of you on each end of an empty aisle.”

“Of course,” said Colin.  “And if anything goes wrong, we’re out of there right away.  Okay?”

“Right.”

Marcy’s heart started pounding as they came into the store.  What if this was a huge mistake?  If anything happened, she would feel really, really stupid.

The sounds of faint human conversation washed over them as they passed the checkout line.  Thistle’s body noticeably tensed in her hand, the presence of multiple unknown humans nearby clearly an unwelcome surprise.

“Here, let’s go down the sticker aisle!” said Colin, giddy.  “He’s sure to love these!”

This aisle was up against a wall, so Colin and Teddy blocked it off by pretending to browse upwind of them while Marcy went into the respectable corner.  She still triple checked to see if anyone was watching, then extended her arms and started tilting sticker sheets up, so she could look at them and so they were within reach of Thistle’s grasp.

She examined a sheet of puffy stickers shaped like hearts.  “What do you think?  Do you like these?”

There was no response.  She could feel his frame still trembling.

She lifted the sleeve up and turned it slightly, trying not to be too obvious about it.  Thistle’s little face peered out, eyes huge and watery.  Maybe she had overestimated how much he’d understood about the trip they were going to go on.

“Hey,” she whispered.  “It’s okay.”

“It’s okay,” he repeated, but his voice cracked.

“There’s no reason to be scared.  I’m right here.  I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He struggled to put together a sentence.  “What is…ahm..Kokaza? Kio eiu lo? Kione fa?  Why?  Here?”

“There’s stuff we thought you’d like here.  It’s supposed to be fun.  Do you want to leave?  Go outside?  Eseer?”

He broke eye contact, shaking his head.  He crawled backwards, disappearing into the sleeve.

Marcy frowned.  Colin came over with a sheet of stickers shaped like plants and flowers.  “He’d probably love these, right?  Hey, is everything okay?”

“It’s the first time he’s been out in public,” said Marcy.  “I think he needs to get used to it.  He seems a bit scared to come out.  I’m also not sure if he really understands what he’s looking at.”

“I know just the thing,” said Teddy.  “We have to go to the miniatures aisle.  If that won’t get him to come out, nothing will.”

Marcy put her hand back in her pocket as they walked to the aforementioned aisle.  It was full of toys, mini figures, and miscellaneous tiny embellishments she could only imagine would be used in dioramas.  Teddy was right, though: everything was delightfully small.

Colin pretended to shop on the endcap while Teddy went to the opposite side and looked at the floral section, leaving them alone in the aisle.  Marcy reached out, using her hand to keep the sleeve wide open so he could see.

“How about this?”  She gently handled a small guitar bagged in plastic.

She saw one tiny hand reach out, under hers, feeling the object curiously.  Small, uncomprehending murmuring followed.

“You want that?” she said, but the hand zipped back in.  She moved on over to a selection of small rubber animals.  “What about any of these?”

There was a delighted exclamation and both hands came out and grabbed a miniature clownfish.  It was just small enough that he could get both hands around it.

“We have a winner,” Marcy called to Colin.  Colin flashed a smile and jogged away, coming back a minute later with a shopping cart.

Marcy took the little bag of rubber fish off the hook and set it in the cart.  Thistle gave a little cry of dismay as it left his hands.

“You’ll get it back,” she said, showing him the inside of the cart.  “See?  It’s just there.”

It took some coaxing, because he seemed freshly upset each time he picked something out only to have it taken away from him, but he eventually picked out an assortment of objects…  Marcy wasn’t really sure what she’d been expecting him to gravitate towards, but he chose a set of table and chairs approximately the right size for him, a small gnome, a bookshelf, a set of fake books, a small bench, a set of pots and pans, a ceramic toadstool, and a very small plastic bowl with a goober of a goldfish encased in resin that just looked enough like water.  He seemed to be warming up a bit, coming further out of the sleeve.

Marcy shuffled over to the toy animals.  There were a number of different kinds of horses.  He let out a small gasp when he saw them, then looked out of the sleeve to make sure no one was watching.

“Go ahead,” said Marcy.

Thistle scuttled out and clambered on top of the horse.  He raised his hand from his head as though he were tipping a hat and gave a very quiet Yee-haw.

Marcy clapped her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming with laughter.  “Very, very small cowboy,” she choked out.  “That’s right.”

“Let’s go get some fabric,” said Colin.  “So he can sew.”

“And yarn,” said Teddy.  “I can help him pick out the good stuff.”

Thistle seemed like he was starting to enjoy himself by the time they were perusing the yarn; he parked himself in Marcy’s jacket pocket and stuck his hands out to feel every swatch that came within reach, giving an impressed exclamation on each one.  They couldn’t very well buy all of them, though, so they settled just for the silky, sheer fabric he’d given the loudest noises of excitement for.  Teddy couldn’t make sense of his opinions on the different kinds of yarn and thread, so she just picked what she thought was best and had him choose his favorite color.  They also picked up the smallest set of sewing needles available, the finest thread, and the littlest pin cushion.

“Oh my god,” said Colin, sounding like he was about to burst.  “Over here, look look look.”

The shelves of the next aisle were covered with small, unpainted wooden objects presumably for crafts.  Small treasure chests, crates, boxes, photo frames, and the real kicker: wooden houses of a variety of different shapes, which were presumably supposed to be bird houses, ranging from basic to quirky and over-extravagant.

Colin immediately zoomed in on one that was shaped like a castle.  “Oh my god.”

“Let him in it,” said Teddy.  “Do it, do it.”

Marcy put her hands on the shelf.  Thistle gasped and crawled out of the sleeve, standing at full attention before the tiny castle, eyes sparkling.  He looked over his shoulder at Teddy.  “Downton!”

“Oh shoot,” said Marcy, noticing something out of the corner of her eye, then pointedly turning and looking away.  “We got company.”

In their excitement they had forgotten to space apart and keep watch, and now an employee was strolling down the aisle towards them.

“Thistle, get back in,” she whispered, but he had already darted forward into the castle.  “Thistle!  Thistle!”

“Is there anything I can help you folks with today?” said the approaching employee.

Acting on reflex, Marcy slammed the drawbridge of the little castle shut and picked it up off the shelf.  “Ha!” she said, trying and failing to keep the nervousness out of her voice.  “Nope!  No thanks!  I was just going to buy this castle!  I love birds!”

There was awkward silence for a moment.  “Okay then!” said the employee.  “Let me know if you need anything.”

Marcy held her breath until he walked away, then released it.  “Ardo!” she growled, cracking the drawbridge back open.  He looked at her sheepishly.  “Get out of there.”

He scrambled out and into her pocket.

They moved to the next aisle, but someone was standing there browsing the aisle far too slowly.  He followed them when they moved into the paints, then into the florals.

“Great,” Marcy grumbled.  “Now an undercover employee is following us, because they’re convinced we’re trying to shoplift.”

“We’ve got enough for now,” said Teddy.  “Let’s get out of here.”

They moved to the checkout.  The cashier asking them if they found everything OK prompted Thistle to freeze up again, motionless in her sleeve.  Marcy winced when the total rang up.  She’d forgotten that she would actually need to pay for the things Thistle picked out.  She swallowed her pride and swiped her card, hoping that Teddy and Colin wouldn’t mind sharing their food budget this month.  Her graduate stipend only went so far.

The bags crinkled as they took them back out to the car.  Prompted by the sound of human voices being replaced by birdsong, Thistle peeked out of her sleeve.

“How was that?” said Marcy.  “Not so bad, right?”

He blinked at her, uncomprehending.

They reached the car.  Marcy settled in the back with the bags.  When the doors were shut, Marcy dumped Thistle out of her sleeve.  He slid out, legs flailing, and plopping into the mess of plastic bags, looking slightly alarmed.

“Ko?”

“It’s your stuff.”

“My?”

“Yeah!”

Marcy rooted in the bags and pulled out the ceramic toadstool he’d picked out.  His eyes widened with delight, and he started scuttling around, crinkling the plastic and digging around in them.

“Looking for this?”  She pulled out the rubber clownfish.

Thistle snatched it with a delighted cry.  He held it over his head and gave an excited whoop, as though they’d just completed a museum heist.

“You…seem to have strong feelings on clownfish,” said Marcy, baffled.

Thistle hugged the rubber fish close to his body, grinning.

Colin scooted the car across the parking lot to the electronics store.  Marcy held out her sleeve again, coaxing him into it.  Keeping the rubber fish under one arm like a football, he scurried in, nestling under her palm.

“Okay,” said Marcy as they walked across the parking lot.  “I cannot spend more than $100 at this store.”

“I can pitch in a little,” said Colin.

“Aw, really?” said Marcy.

“Sure!”

Marcy felt herself tearing up.  “Th-thanks.”

“Hey, it’s not every day you get to shop for a fairy, ya know?”

“Right.”

Marcy shuffled in the door behind Colin and Teddy.  Thistle seemed less startled by the greeter this time.  The store was pretty small, but luckily there was only one employee in it, behind the counter.

He asked what they were looking for, and Colin strode forward to occupy his attention.  Teddy came over and started browsing the display models with Marcy.

“This one looks like it has the smallest screen,” said Teddy.

Marcy reached out and started tapping it with her hands.  She paused with her hand at the top, hoping that Thistle would get the idea.

A little hand reached out, microscopic fingers tapping the screen.  It took a few tries, but he started clicking on-screen icons successfully.

“Nice,” said Marcy.  “Cool.”

“That’s a nice model for the price,” said the employee.

“Does it allow parental controls?” said Marcy.  “This is for my kid, and he’s pretty young, so I need pretty strong parental controls.  Basically I just want, like, YouTube kids or whatever.”

“I don’t think we have any with that built-in, but there’s a bunch of apps you can download for that.  Should work with any of them.”

“Awesome,” said Marcy.  No sense overcomplicating things.  She grabbed the model she had just confirmed that Thistle could use.

“Good choice,” said the employee.  “And I suppose you’ll be wanting a case and a screen protector for that?”

“Ah, nah I don’t think so,” said Marcy.

“Are you sure?  Little kids can bang those things up pretty good.”

Marcy froze, already having forgotten the lie she’d told.  “Oh, uh, right…”  Damn, it really would be the most convincing to go along and get the case, but eyeing the shelf, that would add at least $40 to the bill.

“Um…he has very gentle hands,” said Marcy.

The guy eyed her strangely, but didn’t question her any more.  “All right.”

He walked her through the process of adding a line to her account–no data plan, thank you, no he doesn’t leave the house much, yes I know it’s a mobile device–and she swiped her card to pay for the whole thing, cringing again even as Colin was on his phone to send her part of the bill via PayPal.

“All right, just sign here and you’ll be all ready to go,” said the employee, sliding the receipt towards her.

“Great, thanks!”  Marcy took the pen and started to sign.

A tiny rubber fish dropped out of her sleeve and rolled across the counter, coming to a stop in front of the employee.  Baffled, he picked it up.  “Huh…I think you dropped this.”

“Oh, haha, thanks.  I totally forgot where I put that.  Good thing I didn’t lose it.”  Her heart pounding, she extended her left hand and took it back.

At the same time, Thistle’s hands came out of her right sleeve, groping forward on the receipt.

“What the fuck?”

Marcy snatched both her hands back to her chest, eyes wide.  “What?”

“What was that just came out of your sleeve?”

“A…rubber fish?”  She held it up.  “See?”

“Your other sleeve!  Jesus Christ, what was that?”

She felt Thistle squirm under her palm.  She squished her right hand to her chest with her left.  Maybe he got the message, because he fell still.  “What do you mean?”

“I–I don’t know.”  He blinked, rubbing his head.  “I swear I saw something, maybe I didn’t…Hey, wait a minute.”

Colin and Teddy looked at Marcy, alarmed.

“If you don’t know what I’m talking about, why’d you yank your arm back?  Why do you look so freaked out?”

Marcy’s heart pounded in her throat for a few moments, locking eyes with this stranger.  Any semblance of plans, excuses, lies slipped through her brain like sand through a sieve.  The best she came up with was:

“No one will believe you,” Marcy snapped, snatching her newly purchased electronics off the counter, whirling around and stomping out.

She power-walked back to the car as Teddy and Colin jogged to catch up.  “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” said Colin.

“Did he see him?” said Teddy.

“Yeah,” said Marcy.  “For sure.  I think so.”

“Bro, we can’t let them take him!  Not like in E.T.!” said Colin.

He unlocked the car, and they all strapped themselves in.  Marcy kept Thistle squished against her chest with both hands.  He started to wiggle and give muffled exclamations.

“Um, okay,” said Marcy.  “So, that could have gone better.”

The three sat in silence for a moment.  The door to the store they had just left creaked open, and the employee stumbled out, looking unsure and confused.

All three of them yelped, and Colin slammed the gas and drove away.

***

The car ride home was tense.  Marcy swung between emotions wildly, but mostly they all just sat in silence.  Marcy did not open the cooler, despite hearing the telltale ruffling around inside that indicated Thistle wanted to come out.

They got home and shut the door, back into the safety of a private home.  Teddy and Colin set down the crinkly shopping bags while Marcy put the cooler on the table, sliding it open.  Thistle was in the corner again, crying.  His tear-stained face jerked up to follow her movements, and he stood.

She scooped him out, hands just a little rougher than they usually were.

“Marcy,” said Teddy.  “Don’t do this while you’re mad.”

“It’s fine,” Marcy snapped.  She set Thistle on the table, and he stumbled and fell, turning red, looking caught off guard and embarrassed.  “What the hell was that?”

“I…”  He folded his knees under him.  “Sorry.”

“It was bad enough that you almost got seen in the craft store, then…then that!  Ardo, it’s only safe for you to come out if you do what I tell you to!  I thought you understood that!  How is it you’re so scared and timid about everything, but then when there’s actual danger you–You just don’t think about it I guess?”

“Marcy,” said Colin darkly.

“It’s–What if something worse happened?  You have to be more careful!  You know bad things can happen to you too fast to see coming!”

Fresh tears welling up in Thistle’s eyes, he turned away from Marcy, refusing eye contact.  He jumped off the table, skittering up to the stairs, leaping onto the railing and scuttling up it on all fours, up and out of sight upstairs.

“Ardo,” said Marcy.  “Come on.”

“Marcy,” said Colin.  “You come on.”

Marcy’s face went red, suddenly feeling like an asshole.  “Well, it’s true!”

“Marcy, he’s like a cat,” said Colin.  “He mostly understands the tone of voice.  And you’re shouting at him with such a big voice.”

“I was just…I was just angry because I was scared something would happen to him.  I just want him to be safe.”

“He doesn’t know that.”

“Fuck,” said Marcy, sniffling and hiding her face in her hand.  “Goddamn it.”  She sat on the couch.  “What is this?  Is this what being a parent feels like?  I’m so scared something is going to happen to him, and it’ll be my fault.  This is why I didn’t want to bring him!”

Colin sat next to her, putting one strong arm around her shoulders.  “Take a breather, Marce.”

“You’re the one who insisted he come along!”

Colin sighed.  “Well…  It’s not like–It’s–Well, everything is OK now, right?  Everything turned out all right.”

“I guess,” Marcy muttered.  “But I don’t know if he should ever leave the house again.”

“It’s OK to be scared.  But I mean, think of how he must feel.”

“He… must feel like shit,” said Marcy.  “I yelled at him again.  Even as I was doing it, I knew it wasn’t right.”

“Just take a few minutes to calm down and try again,” said Teddy.  “I’m sure he needs a few minutes to calm down, too.  That all must have been really scary for him too.”

“Right…”  Marcy sniffled.  “He seemed to like the stuff he picked out, though.  He was starting to seem sort of happy there at the end.”

“Yeah,” said Colin.  “This castle is awesome.  It’s like a little house for him.  It’s big enough for it.”

“Yeah…”  Marcy half-heartedly ruffled around in the bags.  “The chairs and stuff aren’t exactly the right size, but it’s better than nothing…Maybe we could set it up for him?”

“I think he’d like that,” said Teddy.

“We can keep it right here on the table,” said Colin.

Marcy’s face darkened.  “No, in my room.”

“Marce…”

“No way.  It’s in my room.”

“He might like to be in the living room more.”

“He’s mine,” Marcy sobbed.  “I should get to make decisions, not you.”

“He’s yours?” said Colin, offended.

“My responsibility, I mean.”

“No, no, no.  That’s not what you said.  You didn’t say ‘He’s my responsibility.’  You said ‘He’s mine.’”

Marcy’s crying redoubled.

“He’s not yours.  He’s a person.  You’re not sharing him with us.”

Teddy slid onto the couch next to her, putting her hand on Marcy’s knee.  “Are you feeling a bit like you’ve lost control?”

“You got to spend all day with him today, Colin got to spend all day with him yesterday, and I–I couldn’t make sure everything was OK.  And then it-it was already such a big step to take him outside,” she blubbered.  “And it backfired.  Now I’ll never feel like I can–loosen the leash–or take risks–or–or whatever, you know?  What if something happens?  It’ll be my fault.  I have this–urge to–just keep him hidden from everyone and everything, so nothing can happen.”

“Okay, breathe, breathe,” Colin said.  “Everything in life has risks, Marce.”

“We get it,” said Teddy.  “Trust me, we get it.  But he’s a person and you have to treat him like a person.  People make mistakes sometimes.  Especially when they’re scared and out of their element and don’t really know what’s going on.  I mean…think about it, really, the stuff we just bought him is probably the first time in a few weeks he’s had, like, personal belongings that weren’t just fabric scraps sewn together.”

“Right…” Marcy heaved a huge sigh.  “I’m sorry.  Thanks, guys.  Sorry.”

“I bet he’d like it if we set up this little castle for him,” said Teddy.  “You can go apologize, and when you bring him down it’ll be all ready for him.”

Marcy nodded.  “Yeah…that sounds good.”

***

Thistle was upset.  Things were getting easier, but it was still so frustrating, to be adrift in a world he knew nothing about, forced to learn everything sink or swim when his own wellbeing was at stake.  He’d had a good day with Teddy, and then Marcy reminded him how at her mercy he was, when she forced him into the blue box.  Then she’d taken him out in a place full of other humans–That seemed so dangerous!  But she’d told him to come out! 

And the amazing thing was, he did come out, and it was fine!  Which wasn’t what he’d expected, but they’d let him pick out trinkets and gadgets he hadn’t even imagined, apparently as a gift.  He’d been giddy.  And then with that newfound safety, he’d felt just a little bit adventurous, put himself out there once, decided it was safe to let his guard down once, and it all went wrong.  The unknown human hadn’t even been looking at him!  He’d thought, Surely it should be okay for me to do just this one thing for myself.  Nope!  How stupid of you to think you could do anything!  Why do you even bother trying?

He’d been waffling between feeling safe and adventurous to threatened and vulnerable all day, and it was starting to burn out his nerves.  He’d just been starting to feel good, coming out of his box, only to be shoved back in, reminded him of how small and vulnerable and out of his element he was, of how much he was controlled by Marcy and the humans.

It truly felt like he was going to spend the rest of his life scared and in pain, confused, under someone else’s control, humiliated, with nothing and nobody to call his own, no agency over his own fate and no privacy to speak of, and no room in his life for simple pleasure and frivolity.  What kind of life was this?  He couldn’t even stick his hand out to get a favored object that he’d dropped without putting himself at risk and making Marcy mad at him.

It made him want to curl up and hide and never come out again.  That was how Marcy found him a while later.

He heard the sounds of creaking floorboards as she came up the stairs.

“Ardo?  Ardo…?  Thistle?”

She stood at the top of the stairs, then leaned into her room.  “Are you in there?  Are you around?  I’m…sorry.  Please come out.”

There was a slight rustle, and Thistle rose up from inside the sewing kit, his head from the nose-up peering out.

“There you are.”  She came over, taking the sewing box gently in her hands.  He was crouched next to the tomato pincushion, covered in a tangle of loose threads and fabric scraps.  She fished a few stray strings away from his hair.  “Hey there…are you okay?”

He looked down, hunkering without answering.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “Dak.”

“I’m…sorry too.”

“No, I…”  She ran up against this again.  How to make him understand without sounding like she was rejecting his apology, or still mad at him?  She’d fallen into the trap recently of assuming he understood, because of how smart he was and how fast he seemed to pick up English.  But he was still a very foreign type of creature, with an entirely different, alien way of understanding, and still learning the very basics about her world.  She could only guess what was going on in his head.

She took a breath.  “I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you.  I’m more sorry.  I was just…worried.  Scared.”

“Scared,” said Thistle, nodding in agreement, and his lip wobbled.

She cupped her hands in front of the box, and he clambered out into them.  The tears broke over in his eyes as she lifted him up.

She gave him a kiss on top of the head, lips warm on his scalp.  He let out a little sob, and when she pulled back he was collapsed on his stomach, face buried in her palm, chest heaving with hitching breaths.

“I’m sorry,” said Marcy.  “I’m so sorry.  It’s okay.  I love you, Thistle.”  She sat on the bed, placing him gently in her lap, rubbing him softly with her thumbs.  He continued his frustrated sobbing, frame shaking under her comforting hands.

She let him cry himself out, just sitting there stroking him as best as she could, then offered him some water from her water bottle.  He took a few sips from his cupped hands, then splashed water on his face.

“There we go,” said Marcy, setting it aside.  “Feeling a little better?”

He nodded mutely.

“Let’s go downstairs, then.  I’ve got something to show you.”

Thistle let her carry him down in her hand.  She came out into the living room, where Colin and Teddy proudly stood next to the little castle birdhouse on the coffee table.  She lowered him down.

“This is yours,” said Marcy.  “It’s your private space.  None of us will look in, or reach inside to get you, unless you specifically ask us to.  This is a little space where you can go to feel secure.  And we’ll put it wherever you want.  You just have to ask, and we’ll do it.  Okay?”

Quivering, Thistle crept forward.  The little castle drawbridge was open, but it had been fitted with a rope and a small latch that meant if Thistle was inside, he could shut and lock the door.  Everything he’d picked out from the craft store was inside; the miniature furniture arranged neatly in the center, the nicknacks stacked on crude wooden tables and shelves that Colin had quickly whipped up and fastened to the inside walls.  There was a small bed, which Teddy had sewn from some fabric squares for something comfy to sleep on, on a wooden block secured to the floor.

Thistle looked back over his shoulder at her, scarcely able to believe it.  “My?”

“I hope this will make you feel a bit more secure, and more at home.  I’m not mad at you.  I just want you to be safe.”  She took the rubber clownfish out of her pocket and put it on the table at his feet.  “Go ahead, buddy.”

Bouncing with renewed excitement, Thistle snatched the fish up and scuttled into the castle.  It was hard to do so, but Marcy watched him shut the door behind him and then turned away, letting him have some private moments in his own space.

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[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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[writer-and-artist27]

[Image Description: A digital commission of a civilian pianist dozing off on the shoulder of her ninja swordsman friend in the shade of trees while sitting on a bench. An Uchiha friend has stopped by to check in, playing with a strand of the pianist’s hair as he sends his teammate a grin.  The swordsman in particular is missing her bandana but doesn’t seem to mind, a feather sitting on her free shoulder as the pianist naps. The commission has three versions, one with forest shade backing with flying leaves, one with a lighter shading from the trees, and one with a plain white background. End Description.]

A commission I asked @l1p3k4 to do for you and @owlsofstarlight, @langwrites, since as of this posting, it’s almost the fourth month of the year and that means in a few days, it’ll be four years since I met you both. (Woah.) 

I wanted to go back to my writing roots a bit after writing all the Fate stuff I’ve been doing this year so far, not to mention reference Silent Feathers somewhere in the art, and well, Lipeka’s art is still great to look at. Hence why I asked them to take on my request with this year being pretty hectic. Thank you for doing this, Lipeka. :) I’m still so happy with this. My old reference from last year seems a bit plain in comparison, but I’m glad it helped bring this piece into existence.

Also, Lang? Thank you for the support and all. You being my friend helps me handle classes a lot better than I would’ve been alone. With your suggestion of boyfriend cuddles having already recharged me over the past weekend, now it’s time to pay you back. :) And Os, the same sentiments to you too. Even if we don’t talk as much from lack of energy, it’s always good to see you.

I’ll keep doing my best with CP and S&S. For now, take this. Self-care is still a process, but with you two around, I feel better with myself with each day.

[surreal-duck]

*INHALES*

Okay SO- i was scrolling through your art tag (sorry for spam liking btw) to the point I reached the end,,, and I just wanted to say— YOU IMPROVED SO MUCH WOAH

Also wow its scary how much stuff we are both into 😭😭 LIKE I SAW SO MUCH ART FOR FANDOMS IM IN?? like aside from honeyworks and toh

Also your OCS are very pretty<333

Don't stop drawing pls your art style pleases my eyes so much 😩

That's all have a good day ✨✨

OH MY GOD THANK YOU??!??! No worries for spam liking i dont mind but ohhh my god thank you so much you just literally made my day I've been staring at and rereading this ask for 10 minutes

I can barely look at my old art but im glad you enjoyed it so much to go until the end thats?? insane??? hello?????? This makes me feel a lot better abt looking back for sure I myself can barely believe how much happened to my art for the past three years

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY OCS they live in my brain rent free but all i have for them are doodles i never post whwhgjshkjgdhkj

I have no plans of stopping drawing for sure thank u so much ahgwughghwhgh I hope you have a great day too!!

[melonthesprigatito]

Evolution of Avieon, my Flying Type Eeveelution Fakémon (2013-2020 onwards)

I thought this would be interesting to share, but ever since my early days as a Pokémon fan, I've had this one Pokémon I completely made from scratch. I kept continuously drawing her and over the years her design has been altered over and over again until I finally found one I was satisfied with. So I thought I'd dig out all those old drawings and share them on here.

Avieon: Version 1 (2013-August 2015)

Here we are, the first time Avieon was ever put to paper... or, digital paper. The design was already in my head in 2013, I just made a shitty drawing of it in Pokémon Art Academy that I posted on Miiverse in 2015. As you can see, she's pure fanservice. She has to be cute and pink, this was 2013. I love cute and pink. She has a Flareon-esque cloud shaped forehead and neck fluff and mouth shape, purple eyes, wavy shaped ears, blue wings and a raccoon tail (that I forgot to colour in fully). Why a raccoon tail? Well, the tail is the most interesting part. It's meant to resemble one of these:

A wind sock! The lore explanation I came up with for why Avieon's tail looks like a wind sock is that because it's hollow like a wind sock, that makes her fly faster. Or something. I dunno, I thought I was being clever.

Avieon: Version 2 (November 2015)

Woah. Good god, what was I thinking. The very defintion of the UPGRADE. FUCK, GO BACK meme. Like, what is this, past me??? Avieon has been fully Flareon-ized, now having a cloud shaped fluffy tail. Her wings and ears are pinkish purple now for some reason and she has stars in her eyes. Her ears are just... boring now. With brown insides. Just... what the hell, past me. No wonder I redesigned this one.

Avieon: Version 3 (April 2016)

Ooh, now THAT'S more like it. Her eyes are more detailed, her wings are blue, her ears are back to matching her head colour, now with purple cloud shaped insides. Now her mouth is shaped like the later Eeveelutions as opposed to the Vaporeon/Jolteon/Flareon cat smile she had earlier. And this time, she has little clouds around her paws and little fangs like Umbreon and Sylveon. Very cute.

Avieon: Version 3.5 (early 2017, idk)

An old sketch from a notebook, not from Miiverse which is why I can't pin a date to it. Basically the same thing, except I was experimenting with a different forehead puff shape since I wasn't satisfied with the cloud. It's a swirl now. Very fancy. And we're back to cat smile.

Avieon: Version 4 (March 2017)

Basically a redraw of Version 3, but with a slightly different tail shape. Also, I found a head puff shape I actually liked. Now we're back to Sylveon mouth shape.

Avieon: Version 5 (June 2017)

MAMMA MIA, A TOTAL DESIGN OVERHAUL. And a really BAD DRAWING. This was the point where I realised that Avieon looked too much like Flareon and I wanted to set her apart. She swaps from Flareon's chubby short legged body shape to a more slender Espeon/Sylveon body shape. Version 5 introduces features that stayed for the final version: the three pointed head puff, the wing shaped ears (though they're more rounder later) THE RETURN OF WIND SOCK TAIL, and the cheek fluff. I wanted more Eeveelutions with cheek fluff like Espeon.

She also has Leafeon/Glaceon/Sylveon boots but purple coloured and the clouds got reduced to frills. And yes, lets talk about the elephant in the room. I gave her plane parts for some reason. A propeller shaped Sylveon bow and tail fins. She also has purple wings now instead of blue.

Avieon: Version 5.5 (August 2017-2020)

And so, Avieon stayed like this for a while. A Sylveon shaped Eeveelution with wing shaped ears with purple insides, a white three pointed head puff, purple eyes, cheek fluff. Once again we return to the Vaporeon/Jolteon/Flareon cat smile mouth shape (I keep alternating.) She has purple wings, this time with white feathers on the inside, purple Leafeon/Glaceon/Sylveon boots with white frills, a wind sock inspired raccoon tail, and purple tail fins and a white and blue Sylveon style bow. The end? Not quite.

Avieon: Final Version (Some time in 2020 and onwards)

SUPRISE, WE WENT BACK TO INSPIRATION FROM VERSION 3. Now she has a chubby, short legged Flareon body shape again, and the cloud neck fluff and cloud ankle fluff is back! I realised "We need more Eeveelutions with neck fluff like the Gen 1 Eeveelutions", and voila. It is done. See what I mean about the rounder edges on her ears? Forehead fluff and cheek fluff are also rounder. And the beloved wind sock tail from all the way back in 2013 is still here. This time it's only like a wind sock in appearance. It's not hollow. I couldn't figure out the logic with that. And I completely got rid of the plane features because I thought they looked tacky and out of place. Cat smile is here to stay. :3 As for the Umbreon/Sylveon fangs...? IDK, I guess I just forgot about them?? Maybe they're still in there???

(ignore the blue and white scarf, that's just there because it was a drawing for Pokémon Mystery Dungeon)

Thank you for joining me on my trip down the memory lane of questionable design choices.

Bonus: NOOOOO DON'T TURN ME INTO A NON MARKETABLE PLUSHIE-

[luxekook]

𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝘬𝘵𝘩

⇥ pairing: quadruplet!taehyung x reader

⇥ genre: crack, smut

⇥ summary: in which the reader lives next door to taehyung… and his three brothers. she doesn’t realize they’re quadruplets until it’s just a little too late.

⇥ word count: 7.5k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing/dirty talk, alcohol, general chaotic energy [as usual], one hard dom!taehyung and three soft dom!taehyungs, sub!reader, pet name: kitten, smut (breast worship, oral [f receiving], bondage, spanking, slight degrading name-calling during sex, mention of daddy kink, ownership kink, four taehyungs lovin’ on the **READER** [***NOT EACH OTHER***])

⇥ beta’d by: the lovely phia (@meowxyoong​) and the cutie ally (@ally-127), and read over by the iconic heath (@shadowsremedy)

The Kim Quadruplets:

Mic Drop!Tae as “V” Boy With Luv!Tae as “Vante” Pied Piper!Tae as “Hansung” ON!Tae as “Taehyung”

Of all the days to forget your umbrella, your brain just had to choose today. You cursed your faulty memory as you shuffled your drenched sneakers across the ‘Welcome’ mat of your apartment building. As someone who prided themselves on being prepared and dependable, you were thoroughly angry at yourself for dropping the ball. Lightning flashed through the windows of the lobby, but you barely flinched - already used to the noise after a lengthy walk home from work.

You worked part-time at a small indie coffee shop called ‘Grind On Me’, which was located halfway across town. The shop was owned by an eccentric middle-aged woman named Reese who still had not gotten over the tragic loss of Vine. The menu was full of references to the fallen application: “Oovoo Java”, “Coulda Dropped My Croissant”, “Avocado Toast, Thanks!”, and “Back At It Again With The Refill”.

The best part of your job was definitely fucking around with your co-workers Jess and Cal. Reese often scheduled the three of you together because your “combined chaotic energy” was “on-brand”. Basically, the three of you would spend your shifts roasting coffee and roasting each other, while Reese looked on like a proud mom. You loved it.

The rest of your time was filled with school. You were up to your neck in your studies; but, with just one semester left until graduation, you were more determined than ever to stick it out. As a literature major, you spent many hours hunched over your trusty MacBook, fingers flying across the keys. Creating new worlds and constructing well-rounded characters was intoxicating. Every new document was a chance to bring ideas to life, an opportunity to make someone laugh or cry, a possibility to both mend and break hearts.

But, your absolute guiltiest pleasure was writing romance - and not the lovey-dovey kind. No, you wrote the racy kind of romance: the heart-pounding smut, the kinky (well-written and well-researched) BDSM, the raunchiest threesomes. You always wondered what your professors would think if you submitted one of your erotic novels to be graded; but, for now, you settled for posting to your loyal audience on Tumblr and for fantasizing about someday fulfilling the filthy scenes you wrote about.

Your most recent fantasy was inspired by the rainfall. Kissing in the midst of a storm like people did in those cliché movies… fucking as the rain poured over you… hands sliding down your slippery skin…

“Woah.” Hands grabbed your hips, halting you from continuing to walk forward absentmindedly. You jumped, your mind jarred from your fantasy and back to reality.

“I am so sorry,” You breathed out, “My mind was somewhere else.”

“I’ll say,” The deepest and most divine voice you had ever heard sounded from the figure in front of you. You looked up, desperate to know the source of such a dulcet tone. You were not disappointed.

The boy was beautiful.

His skin was the color of warm honey, his dark eyes sparkled with bad intentions, his full lips curled into a sly grin. “I would pay good money to know what you were thinking about just now, kitten,” The boy’s grin widened, displaying a cute boxy smile that did nothing to take away from the implications of his words.

“I’m not your kitten,” You glared at the blonde boy in front of you, shoving aside both his hands and the traitorous warmth that bloomed inside you at the pet name. With those words, you sidestepped around him and trudged to go check your mail. Your heart flipped in your chest when you heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps following close behind you.

“Ever heard of an umbrella, kitten?” You could hear his smile in his infuriating words, and you shot him a glare.

“Yes, actually. Have you ever heard of manners?” You bit out, punching in the key code to your small mailbox.

The boy’s laugh sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to rationalize as a chill. God, he was maddeningly handsome. You grabbed the small bunch of letters shoved in your mailbox and were so ready to hightail it out of there, when he grabbed your wrist.

The sight of his long fingers wrapped around your wrist made your mind flash to scenes of him holding your wrists above your head as he thrusts, hips swiveling and pounding into you… him holding your wrists behind your back as he kneels in front of you, tongue deep in your—

“Kitten.” Your attention snapped back to him, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed. Fuck, you really needed to shut your inner ho of a writer off sometimes…

He winked, “Next time you’re going to have to share what’s going on in that head of yours. I’ll be seeing you around, neighbor.”

With those parting words, he sauntered out of the mailroom, flipping the hood of his grey sweatshirt up over his wavy blonde strands as he tugged his dark bomber jacket closer around him.

Neighbor?

You were so fucked.

A few days later, you still had not forgotten your blonde self-proclaimed neighbor, no matter how hard you tried. And, god, you had tried. No amount of smutty fan fiction or archaic romance tropes could quell your thirst.

You didn’t even know his name.

Jess and Cal had urged you to just knock on his door and introduce yourself, but you knew it wasn’t that simple. First, you had more than one apartment neighboring yours. You were not about to knock on each and every door in your hallway to find some mystery boy - even if he did call you kitten and smelled like summer nights. Second, you had already written so much filth inspired by your brief encounter that you feared you might not survive being in the same vicinity as him without spontaneously combusting or jumping on him.

And third, you were just so intimidated by him and his dominating presence. Even though you spent just a few minutes with him, you knew that you would have fallen to your knees before him if he’d demanded it… And he really looked like the type to demand.

Now every damn time you entered your apartment building, your eyes sought him out. You jumped out of your skin at every ding of the elevator, half fearing and half hoping he might be getting off. Your heart pounded whenever you walked down your hallway to unlock your door, waiting for him to swing open his own door to greet you with a smirk and some sarcastic words.

But, nothing had happened. And you were beginning to think he might have just been a rain-induced hallucination. Those were a thing, right?

You shook yourself out of your disastrous train of thought. Your shift at ‘Grind On Me’ was approaching, and you really needed to make some money. Rent, unfortunately, just didn’t pay itself. Tugging on your non-slip black sneakers, you made sure to grab your umbrella - just like you had the previous couple days, despite the clear forecast. You would not be caught out - or called out - again.

You push open your apartment door, shoving your umbrella deep into your tote bag and stepping out into the hall. You were entirely unprepared for the sight you were met with.

The boy from earlier that week was fumbling near the door across from you with what looked like an entire art store crammed into half a dozen reusable bags. He was mumbling about some Han character who couldn’t “get off his ass for one second to help him”. And, his hair was a bright shade of blue.

His. Hair. Was. Blue.

You must have made some sort of choking noise because suddenly he whipped around to face you. His wide eyes latched onto yours, and you couldn’t help but think that there was something peculiar about him today - even besides the hair.

A light flush bloomed on the boy’s face that you were sure was mirrored on your own tenfold. Shit, he really could pull off that shade of blue… Your eyes involuntarily slid lower to check out his white slouchy ‘CELINE” t-shirt, his black Adidas sweatpants, his bag hung casually off one muscular shoulder. You swallowed suddenly craving some water.

“Uh, hey, neighbor,” You waved at him idiotically as he continued to just stare. You lowered your hand and fought the urge to smack yourself for your lame actions.

The boy blinked and then smiled that same boxy smile as before, “Hi! I would wave back, but I’m kind of tied down right now.”

You let out a very uncharacteristic giggle, “And I would offer to help you, but I’m already late for work. Don’t worry, I have my umbrella this time.”

Grabbing your umbrella from your bag, you waved it briefly in the air before returning it to its resting place. “Bye!” You called over your shoulder at the bewildered blue-haired boy, “Love the new hair by the way!”

“Uh, thank you?” He called after you. As you stepped into the elevator, you swore you heard him say something about having good weather with no chance of rain, but you were too busy thinking about how nice he was today.

And about how he didn’t call you kitten.

You were so, so fucked.

When you got to work, you were immediately bombarded with questions from Jess and Cal.

Jess: “Wait. His hair is blue now? Does he look like a hot Smurf?”

Cal: “So, no “kitten”? Throws phone. Stomps on skateboard.”

You: “Did you just try to use the ‘So No Head' Vine out loud?”

Reese: "She sure did." *wipes away tear proudly*

They continued to clown on you for another hour while some of your favorite regulars filed in and out, grabbing their late afternoon coffees.

One of your particular favorites was an enigmatic individual named Heath. You, Jess and Cal were about 85% certain that Heath was a sugar daddy based on his regular order (the "Valentino Flat White") and the large amount of tips he always left (at least $20 for each barista on duty).

Another favorite customer of yours was Tay. She tended to skulk in the corner of the cafe, typing away on her phone and occasionally letting out loud bursts of laughter. Once, you had asked what she was writing, but she just looked at you like you had asked for her darkest secret. You figured it was something juicy.

Sighing, you checked the clock on the wall for the umpteenth time that evening - 6:50PM. Two more hours til you could go home, throw on some sweatpants, and drink a glass of cheap wine.

Wiping down the coffee bar, you heard a throat clear behind you. "Be right with you!" You called over your shoulder, placing the wipe in the garbage before turning to take their order.

"Oh," You gasped as you took in the new customer, "Your hair!"

"My hair?" Your neighbor that you had seen just hours before tugged his hands through his now-brown waves, "Is there something wrong with it..." His dark eyes flicked to your name-tag, “(y/n)?”

"N-no," You gulped, wondering what happened to the cute blushing blue-haired boy from earlier. Your neighbor really was giving you whiplash with his different moods. "What can I get for you?"

"Your number." His boxy grin was lethal, his voice was sultry.

You blinked at him. "You could have just knocked on my door later if you needed me."

His eyebrows flew up, "Oh really? I like the sound of that. You'd have to give me your address though, kitten."

"Very funny," You scoffed. Your insides turned to mush over the return of the nickname that you hated to love. "Now, seriously, what can I get for you?"

"Surprise me," He winked, handed you $50 and sauntered to a nearby table.

Gaping, you shook yourself out of your trance and got to work on his 'surprise' - an "I Thought You Were Americano".

"Who is that?" You jumped two feet in the air at Jess' hissed question. She was hovering right behind you as you poured the espresso into his to-go cup.

"My fucking hair chameleon of a neighbor!" You whispered back, conveying your panic, “Deliver this to him, would you?“ You tried in vain to shove the hot Americano into Jess' hands but she dodged your efforts.

"Oh no, bitch,” She laughed, "I am going to watch from afar as this plays out."

"Goddamn you," You shot her your best side-eye and stalked off to deliver the drink to your godforsaken neighbor.

The boy in question flicked his eyes up to look at you as you approached his table. He was wearing a flowy button-down shirt with at least four of the buttons undone, showcasing a tan and very toned chest. His legs were spread wide, encased in tight black slacks that left little to the imagination.

You gulped, trying not to imagine yourself perched on his lap and grinding into his hard––

"See something you like, kitten?" You jerked out of your daze and looked at his amused face. "I know I do."

You decided to be bratty. "Nope, nothing too impressive for me to see." You smiled sweetly as you deposited his drink on the table in front of him.

He licked his lips slowly, "God, if you were mine..." He trailed off, eyes narrowed on yours. Your mouth dried as the image of the two of you in a dark bedroom flashed into your mind. You sprawled out across his lap, his hands smacking your ass, your underwear pulled to the side…

“Yeah, you get the picture,” Your neighbor’s crooked smirk was downright obscene as his eyes flashed to your lips briefly. “I’ll see you later tonight, kitten. You know, when I come knocking at your door.”

With that parting remark, he stood, raised his americano in your direction, and strutted out the door.

You stood rooted to the spot, gaping after him for god knows how long.

“She’s gotta move at some point,” Cal’s voice vaguely sounded from the side of you.

“I don’t know,” Jess’ response sounded from your other side, “I once saw her stare out at a speck of dust for like fifteen minutes straight.”

That got you. “It was not fifteen minutes!” You defended yourself, “And it’s not my fault that I happened to be writing a coffeehouse AU at that time!”

Your friends cackled as you stomped back behind the counter.

Your friends were evil, and so was your neighbor, of that you were certain.

And you were so, so, so fucked.

Hours later, you were still thinking about your fucking neighbor. Why were you only meeting him now? Why was his hair always changing colors? Why did he fuck with you so much? Why did you like it?

All of these questions bounced around your brain as you entered your building, your eyes seeking out the boy instinctively. But, as before, he was nowhere to be seen.

You shuffled over to the ancient elevator and punched the 'Up' button a few more times than necessary. Something must be wrong with you. You were way too infatuated with your way too infuriating neighbor.

The elevator doors parted, and you automatically sighed in relief and disappointment as you entered the empty space. Pushing the button to your floor, you waited for the doors to close.

“Wait!”

A shudder trailed down your spine as you watched the doors re-open to let the subject of your thoughts onto the lift. He was wearing yet another outfit that was different from earlier - a white tank top with loose pants adorned with decorative zippers.

And was that a fucking tattoo?

There was no way you had missed that in your previous encounters. He must have felt your piercing stare because his eyes flashed over to yours. “See something you like?”

“You have a tattoo!” You blurted out.

“Um, yeah, I do. Nice observation,” Your neighbor looked at you weirdly. “Aren’t you going to ask what floor I need?”

“You and your fucking jokes,” You rolled your eyes at him.

The boy’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked at you intently, “Ah, so you’re kitten.”

Your insides into jelly, and you decided the safest tactic would now be to ignore him.

“Now, now, kitten,” He crowded your space, backing you up against the elevator wall, “It’s impolite to ignore your neighbor.”

“Well, it’s against the commandments to covet your neighbor, isn’t it?” You sniffed, pretending to not be affected by his sheer size and dangerous aura. The tattoo curling up his neck demanded your attention, and you only wished you could pay your respects with your tongue.

“I’m pretty sure they said something about coveting a neighbor’s wife… you’re not married are you, kitten? Got a boyfriend, girlfriend or partner that we don’t know about?” His breath mingled with your own, his lips so close to your own.

Wait, we?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the elevator’s arrival at your floor. Ducking under his corded arms, you scurried out of the elevator and down the hall towards your apartment.

Of course, he lazily trailed after you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” You shot over your shoulder at him as you neared your door. “We just met like two days ago.”

His grin turned feral, “Yes, kitten, of course we did. Hey, why don’t you come over for a drink? You’re right; we don’t really know each other. Let’s change that.”

You weighed your options. Hanging out with him could drive you absolutely crazy or it could lead to something you previously could only write about.

He lounged against the wall next to your door in await of your answer. He raised a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes, and your eyes caught a sudden flash of silver. Was that an honest to god nipple piercing you just saw?

All rational exited the building. “Sure, but only for a little bit. Let me just change real quick.”

“Great, kitten,” His eyes flared, “Wear something comfortable. Just knock when you’re ready.”

You just nodded mutely as you entered your apartment and then shut the door. What the fuck were you getting yourself into?

After ten panicked minutes of you running around your apartment in search of ‘comfortable’ clothes, you were poised to knock on your still nameless neighbor’s door. You glanced down at your cropped t-shirt, leggings and running shoes. It would do. Besides, you had your lucky lingerie on underneath just in case.

Before you could even knock, the door flew open. “I was beginning to worry you were just going to stand there all night, kitten.” Your neighbor pouts, “And then we wouldn’t get to have any fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to invite me inside?”

His lips twitched, “How vampiresque of you, (y/n).”

You smiled broadly, “If I was a vampire, I would definitely have killed you already. You’re really fucking annoying.”

He stared at you for a split second before throwing his head back and laughing. The amount of neck that was in your face was heavenly; and, suddenly, you questioned whether vampires actually had it right this whole time.

“Well, kitten. I’m Taehyung. Please, do come in,” He opened the door wider, still chuckling lowly, “Would you like anything to drink? I think we have wine and maybe some beer hiding in the fridge somewhere.”

There was that pesky ‘we’ again.

“Red wine sounds good, thank you,” You said, plopping yourself down on one of the deep wooden barstools lining the marble kitchen island. You watched as he poured two glasses and handed one to you. Just as you were about to ask if he had roommates, Taehyung held up his glass.

“Cheers to being very friendly neighbors,” He said, sitting in the stool next to yours and staring intently at you.

“Cheers,” You echoed, clinking your glasses together and then taking a sip. Your eyes widened both from the sight of Taehyung drinking – his throat tipped back, his eyes dark on yours – and the deliciousness of the wine. It was an intense ruby red pinot noir that somehow tasted of fruit and of smokey spice all at once. It was honestly so fucking good that you just knew it had to be exorbitantly expensive. You licked your lips, making sure not to miss a single drop.

Taehyung’s eyes latched onto the movement. “You know,” He murmured, “They say if you hold eye contact while toasting, you’ll keep having good sex.”

You almost spat out your second sip of wine. Just as you were about to risk it all and say you would actually have to start having sex for that to happen, a crashing sound echoed from the dark hallway to your left.

“Shit,” Taehyung cursed, glaring in the direction the sound had come from, “I need to go and check what that was. Are you all right out here for a minute?”

You shrugged and nodded, swirling your wine around your glass.

“Be right back,” Taehyung brushed his hand over your cheek for a split second before stalking down the hallway in search of whatever had caused the ruckus.

Your hand flew to your now-warm cheek. Fuck, were you really crushing on your cute neighbor with the mood-swings?

Ugh, you were.

You glanced speculatively around his apartment. It was so much nicer than yours… The minimalist but chic decor just screamed rich vibes. However, there were a few oddities that made you frown. Four sets of keys hung by the front door. Four sets of shoes were lined up in the foyer. Four different color coded markings were on the calendar pinned to the wall.

Four different versions of Taehyung smiled back at you from a photo stuck to the fridge.

“Hello again, kitten,” The low voice startled you from your internal panic. Reluctantly turning to face them, you cursed your own stupidity. The blonde version of Taehyung that you met a few days ago grinned back at you.

“Fucking brothers,” You moaned, slouching over on the kitchen island and placing your head in your hands, “You’re all fucking brothers.”

“Quadruplets, actually,” He unhelpfully added, “I’m V. You’re (y/n), right?”

“Were you all just eavesdropping on me and Taehyung, or what?” You knew your were being petty right now, but you felt blindsided by your own lack of awareness and the brothers’ obvious lack of tact.

“Kind of,” Blue-haired Taehyung exited the hallway, “Sorry, (y/n).”

It was honestly unfair how sweet Blue was. “It’s okay. What’s your name?”

“Vante,” He waved at you and grinned, “See? I can finally wave back now!”

If you could turn into a human version of ‘uwu’, you would have done so right then and there.

“Stop flirting with her, Vante,” Coffee-shop Taehyung enters the kitchen followed closely by the actual Taehyung, “Let me introduce myself, kitten. I…” He gripped your hand and brought it to his lips, “Am Hansung.” His lips brushed over your knuckles as the words poured out of his mouth.

You blinked at him as it clicked, “Oh, so you’re the Han that wouldn’t get off his ass!”

Hansung choked, dropping your hand as his brothers cried with laughter. “Who said that?” He rounded on his brothers, “Who?”

Vante shot you a desperate look; and, since you had already internally declared him your favorite, you kept the information to yourself. “I don’t see how that matters when you all clearly have been keeping me in the dark about the fact that there are four of you.”

“I mean,” Taehyung began, “Technically we didn’t not tell you. You just never asked.”

Your blood boiled, “And how the fuck would I know to ask? Should I have consulted a psychic? Scoured the census data? Kept tabs on the entire population of quadruplets nationwide?”

You stared down each of the boys. Vante and Hansung at least looked a tad sheepish, but Taehyung and V just looked amused.

“You were right,” Taehyung nudged V, “She is feisty.”

You contemplated your options: 1) Kill V and bury the body deep in the nearby woods, 2) Dramatically exit the apartment and never speak to these demonspawn ever again, or 3) Chug this miraculous tasting wine.

You chose option three.

No regrets.

Looking at each of them, you felt like you could be the stock image for the word ‘shooketh’. Fuck, you had thought it was overwhelming when there was just one of them in your mind. But, now? You were in full panic mode over the sheer amount of masculinity and identical good looks that surrounded you.

“You know what?” You said after draining your glass, “I really don’t like being made to look like a fool. And that’s what you all did to me this whole week.” You saw Vante open his mouth, and you cut him off, “Some more than others… but, still, you knew where I lived. You could have just introduced yourself separately.”

You stood, glancing over the boys’ varying degrees of pouts and sighing. “Yeah, I’m out of here.”

Making your way over to the door, you were suddenly cut off by V. He leaned heavily against the door, successfully blocking your smooth exit.

“V, move.”

“No, you need to hear us out, kitten,” He murmured, looking down at you with an intense expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Could you do that for us?”

You spared a glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, the other three were right there. Vante stared at you pleadingly. Hansung shot you a wink. Taehyung snapped his gaze up to yours… Had he been checking out your ass?

Deciding not to pay them any mind, you turned back around to face V and shrugged, “Fine, two minutes.”

“Good girl.”

A shiver coursed down your spine. You didn’t even know which brother behind you muttered those two words, and, yet, perhaps that made it all the more thrilling.

V shot a glare over your head and then refocused on you. “Kitten, we’re sorry. We just really like to tease, and you made it so easy.” Seeing your glare, he continued, “We didn’t mean to make you upset. That wasn’t our intention at all… it was the complete opposite, actually.”

Taehyung moved in front of you, next to V. “Why don’t we start over? Come over for dinner tomorrow night at eight. We’ll have a proper introduction to our neighborly relationship.”

You mulled it over in your mind. Embarrassment warred with infatuation. Worst case scenarios clashed with the best of cases. Images of a dark bedroom with multiple partners contrasted with words typed on a laptop screen.

Finally, as the seconds ticked by, you decided to ask yourself: ‘What would your characters do?’

They would fuck them all.

“Okay,” You sighed, eyeing the two boys in front of you and then the two behind, “But you better make something edible.”

“Challenge accepted,” V’s eyes glinted wickedly.

“It wasn’t even––” You cut yourself off. Though you only had met V twice thus far, you knew it was virtually impossible to make him back down from anything he perceived as a dare. “You know what? Sure, it’s a challenge. I’ll be the Gordon Ramsey; you’ll be the crying contestants.”

A stifled giggle sounds from behind you that you suspect belonged to Vante.

“That mouth…” Taehyung muttered. His tongue swiped along his lower lip as he stared you down.

Suddenly, Hansung popped out from behind you and shoved his two brothers out of the way of the door. “Allow me, kitten,” He swung it open in a flourish, bowing as he cleared your way out. Your lips twitched. That boy was so extra.

“Thank you, Han,” You smiled and waved as you exited their apartment, “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night…” Walking the short distance across the hall to your own apartment, you unlock your door, step inside, and then turn back to see if they were still there.

They were.

All four of them peered back at you from their doorway. “Shoo!” You laughed, waving them away before slamming your door shut.

You were so, so, so, so fucked.

Four’s hands ghosted over your skin, caressing the dips of your curves. You shuddered as Three’s tongue slides across your pussy.

“You like that, kitten?” One asks, as he watches from the armchair in the corner of the room, “You like my brothers ruining you?” You weren’t fooled by his lack of participation; you knew One pulled the strings. “Answer me.”

“Yes, daddy,” You moan out as Two sucks one of your nipples in his mouth and asoidfjgioykl—

The ringing of your doorbell caused you to key-smash in panic. “Coming!” You called out, flustered over the interruption and over the filth you just wrote about your neighbors.

You padded over to the door and peered out the peep-hole. It was Hansung. Your breath caught in your throat as you try to push the vivid scenes you just wrote out of your mind.

Pulling open the door, you greeted him with a smile, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi…” Hansung trailed off, his eyes roving over your body. You glanced down at your typical loungewear - an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Nothing too out of the ordinary. “Do you have any sugar?”

You stared at him with a deadpan expression, “Are you serious?”

“I don’t joke about sweets, kitten,” Hansung grinned, running a hand through his messy head of hair. You would have to add a scene to your story about pulling on it… “There’s that look,” he shook his head amusedly, “When will you ever let us know some of those thoughts?”

“Never,” You vowed and stepped aside so that he could enter your apartment, “Come on in. I’m pretty sure I have sugar somewhere. Sorry for the mess.” You wandered over to the kitchen area adjacent to your living room. Hansung was assessing your apartment with a critical eye, and you decided you needed to make this fast before he uncovered any dirty secrets.

Pulling open your baking cabinet, you scoured the shelves looking for that pesky ingredient. Flour, vanilla extract, chocolate chips…

“How is it that four boys don’t have any sugar?” You complained, leaning up to snag your bag of sugar from the very top shelf.

“We ask ourselves that all the damn time,” You knew Hansung was smirking even without seeing him, “We’re getting some now though… and later.”

“Well, good,” You turned to face him, “You better stock up so you don’t come bothering me every time you need some.”

He laughed, “Oh, (y/n), we’ll always want more.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved the bag of sugar to his chest and pushed him towards the door to your apartment. “Out you go!”

“Oh kitten, I always knew you were sweet on me,” Hansung grinned widely as he stared down at the sugar you had pushed against his chest.

“Fuck off,” You groaned, letting out a slight chuckle despite yourself. “Now, go away and cook me a nice dinner. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye-e-e kitten,” he sang as he paraded back across the hall, “Wear something sexy for me.” With a wink, Hansung disappeared back into his shared apartment.

You groaned, slamming your door shut before sliding down it onto the floor. These brothers might be the death of you. Glancing up, your eyes settled on your laptop. Had it always been in that position? Was that how you left it?

Standing up, you walked over to where your laptop resides on your coffee table and closed it. You had a dinner to get ready for, after all. You didn’t have time to return to your story.

Alas, you really should have made time; because, little did you know, the open document on your screen had a new addition courtesy of Hansung… “That’s hot. Which number am I?”

It was 7:59PM; you were pacing inside your apartment.

You contemplated cancelling for the hundredth time that evening. But, momma didn’t raise no bitch.

With that in mind, you assessed yourself in the foyer mirror. The black midi-dress wrapped around your body like armor. The wings of your eyeliner flicked out like battle knives. The redness of your lipstick warned of the biting tongue that lie within.

Yeah, you looked ready for war, and it was perfect.

With that in mind, you trudged across the hall and knocked on their door before you could talk yourself out of it.

The door opened to reveal V in all his glory. His blonde hair was tousled, his eyes were dark. He looked at you as if he knew all of your secrets.

You bit your lip, “Um, hi?”

A slow smile crossed his face, “Hi, kitten. Please come in.”

You moved past him to enter into the apartment. Taehyung appeared and greeted you with a grin. “Hey, (y/n),” He purred, running a hand down your arm, “Glad you could make it.”

God, what was up? The tension in the room was palpable. You walked over towards where Hansung and Vante were plating dinner in the kitchen.

“Hi,” You greeted them. Vante jumped two feet in the air as Hansung smirked at you.

You cocked your head. Moving your eyes from one brother to the next, you caved, “Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean, (y/n)?” V moved closer to you, “Is this not going as you wrote it?”

You stopped breathing. No, there was no way… but, your laptop had seemed to be moved. You shot Hansung a look in askance.

He grinned sheepishly, and it told you everything you needed to know.

“Fuck,” You turned away from them, “I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing. I’ll leave.”

“Who’s One?” V’s question cut through your rambled apology.

“What?” You blinked, turning to look at him.

“Who is One, kitten? Is it me?” V moved right in front of you. You gulped. He smiled. “I thought so.”

“You see, (y/n)-kitten,” He continued, “You were right. My brothers and I? We’re a unit. We do everything together. We live together, we date together, we fuck together.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words.

“We just want one girl to keep us all together, kitten… to be ours.” V murmured, twisting a lock of your hair between his fingers, “That’s what we’ve been searching for for so long.”

You finally found words at last, “And you think that girl is me?”

“We know it’s you,” Vante said, shyly approaching you, “And we’re going to show you why.”

He kissed you. You almost laughed over how cute, shy Vante was the first brother to kiss you. His kiss was gentle, but insistent in its movements. It was like he was pleading you to let him in both your mouth and your heart.

You crumbled. Your hands fisted his shirt and tugged him closer. His kiss ignited something in you that made you want more.

Your tongue darted out to run along the seam of his lips. Vante gasped, and your tongue slid inside.

As you continue to kiss him, someone moved behind you, his lips ghosted over your neck.

“Mm, baby,” Taehyung whispered against the nape of your neck, “You’re so beautiful.”

Taehyung ran his hands over your hips and tugged your ass flush with his crotch. You moaned into Vante’s mouth. Vante took advantage of your dazed state to slide his tongue against yours in a way that was so deliciously dirty.

Suddenly, Vante backed up, and V took his place before you.

His hands slid up your body, grazing the sides of your breasts before settling back down at the top of your waist.

He kissed you deeply, differently than Vante. The slight roughness of his touch was new, and it seemed to declare ownership over you.

V’s tongue twined with yours, playing with you. From behind you, Taehyung continued to slowly grind into you.

Your body felt so overheated, so overwhelmed.

Pulling back from your mouth, V glanced over your shoulder, and Taehyung slipped away from you.

V focused back on you. “I don’t think you understand what you do to us. God, this dress. Did you wear it to tease us, kitten? We’ve been wanting to unwrap you, to strip you down, since you walked through our door.”

V fiddled with the bow keeping your dress fastened.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you said, “Well, do it then.”

His hand froze. His eyes flicked up to yours. “You’re sure, (y/n)? You know what you’re asking for? You know what we’ll give you?”

You glanced around. Vante looked at you with a hopeful expression. Hansung wore a smirk, already working on undoing the buttons of his shirt. Taehyung full-on grinned at you with dark eyes full of wicked intent and promise.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your lips, the mood shifted. V nodded at Vante, who scurried out of the room. You opened your mouth to question his departure, but V cut you off.

“Now, kitten, I know you’ve imagined this - wrote this; but, you’re not the one in charge here. We are.”

He led you down the hall and into what must have been his own bedroom. The king size bed dominated the room. Paintings decorated the walls… Was that a real Degas?

Vante entered the room, holding what looked like long scraps of silk.

“Finally,” Hansung grumbled, and then turned to you, “Strip.”

Your hands shook as you reached down to the tie at your waist and pulled. Your dress, your armor, fell to the ground in a whoosh. You stood in just your underwear, having forgone a bra that evening.

“Goddamn,” V growled, “Such a good little slut coming to our place without a bra.”

His filthy words slid over your body like a caress and settled deep in your core. You pushed your thighs together. The movement was not lost on the brothers.

“Vante.”

At V’s call, Vante reached out and took your hand. Leading you over to the bed, he gestured for you to lay down. “We want to tie you up, kitten. Is that okay? If not, we can have fun in other ways.”

“T-that’s okay,” You swallowed hard, “I like bondage.”

“I knew it!” Hansung cheered from the left foot of the bed.

“Shut up, Han,” Vante shot over his shoulder as he focused on tying your wrists behind your head. Refocusing on you, he mumbled, “How does that feel, baby? Too tight? Too loose?”

“Just right,” You sighed, almost moaning at how hot you felt getting tied down by one man while three others watched.

Taehyung sat down at your side, his pointer finger began drawing light circles across your stomach. “Can Hansung take your panties off, kitten?”

Nodding, you looked down as Hansung leaned over you, hands briefly squeezing your hips before tugging your underwear down your thighs. Almost on reflex, you squeezed your legs together again, craving any sort of friction.

“Open your legs,” V ordered from his stance against the wall by the foot of the bed, “Show us how wet you are.”

You listened, hyper-aware of how your wetness was surely obvious. Taehyung’s fingers suddenly pinched your nipple, rolling the puckered bud between his fingers. A small moan escaped you.

“Fuck,” someone cursed. Hansung, you guessed. “She’s so pretty.”

“How wet is she?” Taehyung asked, the only brother not openly ogling your wet pussy.

“Dripping,” Vante murmurs, tongue wetting his lips.

Your eyes locked with V’s as he stared you down. “Now, kitten, do you want Vante to lick your pussy? Or Hansung?”

Both boys in question stared at you with wistful expressions. You knew your answer though. It was not an option he had given. And it was your lack of answer that tipped V off.

“Ah, I see,” V laughed. “Well, that’ll be a new one for us.”

Hansung shot V a confused look, “What?”

“She wants both of your mouths,” V smirked at your immediate blush, “What? Am I wrong, baby?”

“…No,” You pouted.

Vante’s eyebrows furrowed, “Both of us? Like at one time? Or one after the other?”

All eyes were on you once more as you squirmed under the weight of their attention and Taehyung’s continued worship of your nipples with his fingers.

“Either?” You were losing your train of thought under the building pleasure. Could you actually come from just nipple play?

“Mm,” V hummed, “Our little kitten is being indecisive. Vante?”

Again, Vante hastened to fulfill V’s unspoken command. You wondered how many times the brothers had done this together, because they were really fucking in sync.

“Are you good with being blindfolded, too, kitten?” Vante asked, kissing your cheek lightly. You nodded and lifted your head up slightly so he could tie the soft silk around your head.

Darkness consumed you. Your senses heightened. A breath coasted over your wetness and you shuddered.

A light kiss pressed over your folds followed by a tentative swipe of a tongue. “Damn, she tastes fucking amazing,” Hansung groaned, completely giving himself away.

“Shut up and make her come, Han. Or I’ll let Vante take your place.” V’s voice came from closer by you now. Was he right next to you? Was he at your feet?

His lips felt so soft as he dragged them over your pussy to finally suck your clit in between them. His tongue slid and flicked perfectly against your clit.

The small ministrations of his tongue against your clit set your arousal ablaze. You shifted your hips up in hopes he will lick harder, but a firm hand pushed you back down.

“No, no, kitten,” V’s voice sounded in your ear, “You’ll get what we give you.”

Hansung continued to stroke his tongue between your legs. Finally, by the grace of the gods, he pushed a finger inside you and hissed, “Fuck, she’s so tight.”

You clenched down around his finger at his words, and he moaned. “She was fucking made for us.”

As Han returned to worship your pussy, another tongue flicked at your nipple. Was that Vante? Taehyung?

Honestly, not knowing was high-key hot. You were hurtling towards your orgasm as one brother ate your pussy, another worshipped your breasts, and two more watched.

The feeling of having so much attention on you, on your pleasure, on your body, set you off. You came with an embarrassingly loud moan.

Lips brushed your ear as V murmured, “You’re so sexy when you come, kitten. I bet you’ll look even better when you come all over my cock.”

A whine escaped you as he teased you, licking your neck, teeth scraping over it. The afterglow of your orgasm quickly turned into the aching need for more.

And then your stomach let out an insanely loud growl.

The room quieted. A chuckle escaped someone. Then, laughs echoed around the bedroom.

“Well, someone needs to be fed,” V’s smile was apparent as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The blindfold slipped from around your head and you blinked up at V as he untied your wrists. “Come on, baby, we can reheat dinner.”

“But–” You pouted as V placed a finger to your lips.

“We can get back to that after. We’re not even close to being done with you, kitten.”

“I don’t think we ever will,” Taehyung grinned at you as he tugged you up from the bed.

“Here you go, (y/n),” Vante handed you Han’s discarded button down.

“Thank you,” You blushed at his cuteness. Pausing, you scoured the ground for your panties.

Thwack.

Your ass stung as V’s hand massaged over the area he just smacked.

“They’re mine. Don’t bother,” His grin was feral as he squeezed your ass and then led you out of the room towards the kitchen.

As you both joined the others in the kitchen, you took the plate that Han offered you. Surveying the room, you took in your varying states of undress as you all stood around the kitchen island eating your reheated dinners.

Damn, you could get used to this… Taehyung caught your eye and shot you a wink.

Yeah, you were so fucked… but, so were they.

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[love-amihan]

EP. 6.5; MEGUMI'S CONFESSION?

amihan's note: episode's split into two since tumblr have a bitchy limited number amount of photos, this will contain written parts! esp for megumi's part :>> this took so long to post omfg dknfosc so sorry for the wait, i already have the whole plot planned out but i kept getting sidetracked 😭😭 happy reading!

masterlist; regrets@1004

friend!megumi x fem!reader, friend!yuji x fem!reader

“anything wrong?” yuji asked in concern, looking over your shoulder. the promised day you two agreed on coming to an end, you looked up from your phone and looked at him. “nothing, just gumi” you send a smile at him as he takes a seat next in front of you, he hums while nodding “going somewhere?” you nod getting fries from his plate, “heyy” he whined, you just stuck your tongue out at him and ate the fries.

“so, sukuna?” he asked changing the subject, you furrow your brows and stare at him weirdly. “what about him?” he shrugs, “just something..” he trails off looking anywhere but you, you squint your eyes at him making him sweat a little “you jealous?” you teased him, joking around. his eyes widened at your question, ‘i’ve been found?! that fast?!’ he panicked on the inside trying to find any way to get out of the situation.

thankfully, luck’s on yuji’s side today, you laughed waving a hand “you’re my only baby, nothing to worry about~” this made yuji’s gaze go back at you, small blush on his cheeks “r-right” you tried to sneak another fry from his plate but he was attentive this time and smacks the back of your hand getting his plate away from you. you pouted, grumpily sipping your drink.

the next day, you and megumi went to your usual place. “y/n” he called out for you, waving a hand for you to notice him. “gumi~” you smiled at him, making your way towards his direction. you stopped and looked at him from head to toe, “you’re dressed well today” megumi rolls his eyes at your statement, chuckling a little. “not bad yourself” he said while gesturing at you.

“don’t say that like i don’t look good!” you complained, he held out his arm for you. “shall we?” you happily hold his arm, walking alongside him inside the museum. “who were you originally going with?” you asked out of curiosity, “you” he replied with no second thought, “why me?” he shrugs, looking away. he’s been blurting out words without thinking ever since you arrived, “i can go alone if you don’t want to” he said, beginning to remove your hand, but you tightened your grip, whining a little, “i was joking.”

the two of you stopped in front of an interesting art that catched both your attention, “are pictures allowed here?” you can’t help but want to capture its beauty, megumi looked around and saw no sign of ‘no pictures’ anywhere. he shook his head, “want me to take a picture for you?” he held out an open palm, you looked at him a little surprised. “i was actually thinking of taking a picture of the art itself” you trailed off, he blushed a little looking away. “o-oh” he stuttered.

“now that you asked, i want to now” you passed your phone in his hand. you let go of his arm and stand beside the art, megumi’s actually a good photographer out of the group. he’s the go to photographer, though, he doesn’t like getting his photo taken. you posed for the camera as he took beautiful photos. you look straight at the lens startling him a little, ‘so beautiful’ his heart beat picking up its pace. “gumi?” he snapped out of it blushing in the process, “h-hmm?”

you pointed to another art piece, “let’s go there?” you sweetly smiled at him, his breath hitched quickly nodding and looking away. while you were busy posing for the camera, his thoughts were full of you. words slipping out of his lips without noticing, “want to call you mine” he mumbles, you tilt your head slightly to the side “sorry, didn’t catch that” you walk closer to him.

he lowers your phone looking at you, his eyes widened a little mentally cursing himself for accidentally slipping. “nothing, where do you wanna eat later? my treat” he gives your phone back, changing the subject. “woah, i hope you’re always this genuine” you excitedly pocketed your phone, he puts his hands in his pocket. “what do you mean by that? i always treat you” you trail behind him, “you don’t” the two of you banter exploring the museum.

meanwhile, yuji's private message with junpei;

-random facts;

sukuna is now following toge, all thanks to you <33

yuji's salty about the sukuna incident but hey! he gets to spend time with you while he can't. HA! take that sukuna :b

megumi's feelings has been pent up for so long that he doesn't know what to do anymore yeah his greatest fear is rejection

as an apology, junpei agreed on shouldering yuji's expenses for three days

let's just say yuji was feeling generous with those three days and the group had fun using his card

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Glowing Up

TXT AU: 6th member

Sara x TXT

Sara decides to step out of her comfort zone a little

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“I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but you really have the perfect lips.”

Sara glanced up at the stylist and laughed slightly. “Thanks, I guess.”

“I’m serious.” The stylist carefully applied the lipstick with a brush. “This is a really bright shade and it’s so hard to pull it off, but it really suits you.”

“Really?” Sara looked at her reflection in the mirror. “It’s not that different from what I usually wear.”

“That’s surprising.” The stylist exclaimed. “No offence, but you don’t seem like the kind of girl to wear bright red lipstick.”

“I wear it every day.” Sara said quietly, before falling silent to let the stylist finish her makeup.

She had been very nervous when she was asked to do the CF for the new Tony Moly lipsticks. Modelling wasn’t really her strong suit, but the boys had convinced her that it would be good exposure, and might even be fun. Besides, even if there was one thing she loved, it was lipstick.

Studying her reflection in the mirror, she tried to imagine what the stylist saw. She was still wearing what she’d worn when she arrived at the set – namely, a pair of loose-fitting jeans that possibly didn’t belong to her and a wide t-shirt that hung off of her frame. Her feet were still in the same slightly dirty sneakers that she’d been wearing for the past few days. She’d also rolled up with no makeup on, because she knew that they’d be doing it for her.

She knew the stylist didn’t mean anything by it, but she still felt a tiny sinking in her chest. Every time someone said something like that – made a comment about how her tomboy style and her makeup or her art didn’t fit together – she felt something like guilt in her stomach. Idols were supposed to be consistent. They were supposed to have an image that they could promote easily. How was she supposed to be an idol if she couldn’t have a consistent image?

“I think you’re ready for wardrobe.”

Sara thanked her and stood up from the chair, walking over to the other stylists and their rack of clothes.

“You look great.” The woman said. “We have this suit that we think we’re going to go with.”

Sara glanced at it. It was a pale blue pantsuit with a white blouse underneath. It was absolutely gorgeous, but her eyes still drifted to an outfit sitting on the table, separate from the others.

“What about that one?” She found herself asking.

“That?” The stylist turned. “That was the brand’s first choice. But we didn’t think you’d be comfortable with it and this suit is-“

“I want to wear that one.” Sara said.

“You do?” Both stylists stared at her. They had worked with her for a year, and had never seen her choose something like that. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Sara smiled. “I mean….if it’s for the brand, right?”

“Yeah.” The stylist blinked, looking excited. “Yeah, that’s awesome! Get changed!”

~~~time skip~~~

“Noona! People on Twitter are saying your CF is out.” Beomgyu called.

“Really?” She came out of the kitchen. “Already?”

“Apparently. Can we see it?” Hueningkai begged. “You never showed us the pictures.”

“I never saw them.” Sara leaned over the back of the couch. “Pull them up.”

“I will, I will.” Beomgyu hurried to open the picture on his phone. “Okay I…woah.”

Sara grinned. “They look so good.”

“They…I mean…that’s…that’s a picture...” Hueningkai stuttered.

“What? Do you not like it?” She asked worriedly.

“You look great.” Beomgyu said. “It’s just…that’s a lot of…”

“A lot of what?”

“You…” He finished awkwardly.

Sara leaned closer to the picture. The outfit wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d thought. It was a pair of black striped shorts that were short on her legs and settled just above her hips. She was wearing a white button up that was hanging off at the shoulder and only buttoned up with three buttons, showing off her stomach. It had felt uncomfortable when they were taking the photos, with the fan blowing her hair back and the photographer shouting at her to stretch out more or lift her arm and the lipstick a certain way.

But looking at it now, she thought that she looked beautiful.

“You look really pretty, Noona.” Hueningkai promised. “It’s just very different for you.”

“I kind of don’t mind it.” Sara smiled. “Maybe I should dress like that more often.”

The boys both glanced back at her. She was wearing a giant sweater and a pair of leggings.

“Sure, you do that.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes.

“Yah.” She shoved his shoulder slightly. “I can look like that if I want to.”

“Not without a full styling team.” He laughed.

“You’re the worst.” She smacked his head.

“And you’re so pretty!”