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You did this once before, now it's MY turn. Oh how the turn tables :)
Even OBLIGATATORIER whiteboard doodles
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Our Sonas after encountering rude people on the Infinite Ikea Roblox game
Wobble dog au Eclipse
My Sun (aka CapriSun) being a pissy little bitch about nothing in particular (possibly influenced by the glitchtrap virus)
My Moon(aka CapriMoon) meeting Spade's Sun(CandyCorn) post ruin in our roleplay AND CapriMoon strangling Glitchtrap
Its OC Cel wearing a shirt way too big for them
...And finally, its Moon(CandyMoon) knitting something for its OC Happy :)
obligatory whiteboard doodles (including @risingblackmoonâs ocs jupiter and crescent, including his sona and my own oc) also sun and moon ⊠as a treat
#Maybe I explained a bit too much WHOOPS#dances around does a jig#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf sun#fnaf eclipse#fnaf moon#sun fnaf#eclipse fnaf#moon fnaf#fnaf sundrop#fnaf moondrop#sundrop fnaf#moondrop fnaf#fnaf oc#fnaf sb oc#mutuals oc#mutuals ocs#sona art#little helpers au#wobble dogs au#technically! :)#scurries off#jumpscare for Spade I hope#there were velvet doodles but idk if it wants to post those which I respect#so basically *shakes you around* I LOVE VELVET I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT#ok ty anyway
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Gojo Satoru x darling
TW: NSFW, noncon, fantasy au
gn reader
Thinking about hunter Gojo and the pretty little nymph that gets themselves snared in one of his traps.
You canât get your poor leg loose, having twisted your ankle in your fall to the ground â somethingâs wrong with your wing too, you can feel it â the thin networkâs been folded, almost broken â so even if you did manage getting loose, you wouldnât be able to fly away.
Branches snap around you along the crunch of old leaves â and your heartâs beating out of your chest in fear of it â knowing something large and dangerous is not far behind, that whoever set the trap is not something that wishes you well.
âYouâre not a rabbit.â The man says, having crept in close before youâd even heard him approach â crouching in front of you with a hunter's grace. Hawk-eyes ice-blue and piercing, hair as white as pure snow.
Heâs got three daggers sleaved in his belt â a fillet knife, a gutting knife, and a larger one you imagine is meant to slice throats. He doesnât carry a sword like most men but has a bow and sack of arrows slung on his back. Otherwise, dressed lightly â brown leather boots, brown slacks, and a blue cotton shirt. You could have mistaken him for a woodland elf if it werenât for the thick stench of man.
âEating creatures from the holy forest is forbidden.â You snip, despite your wide eyes and the wobble of fear evident on your lip.
He only smiles at the quip, a grin like a predator humored by prey. âYou wouldnât tell a wolf not to hunt.â
He stalks you, leaning in closer, and you try shuffling away â but the movement only makes you wince.
âIâm just another hungry animalâŠâ
Rope gnaws into your fine skin while his breath puffs hot and dewy on your face.
âAnd tonight⊠seems lady luck has favored me once again.â
He gags you and ties you further up before redoing his snare for the next unlucky creature â then carries you over his shoulder until heâs dropping you down on a bed of furs.
Your skin flushes with goosebumps at the thought of being skinned the same way â mouthing a little prayer around the cloth heâs split your teeth and lips with. Heâs cut trees down as well; you hear their pitiful screams when he lights a fire with their bodies. You mourn them, too.
At his full height, the man must be two heads taller than any male nymph youâve ever seen and at least three heads taller than you. You hope youâre enough to satisfy him tonight, to spare the forest of further bloodshed.
You shiver and sniffle when he starts prepping you â removing your clothes and groping your tender, fleshy places with a strength youâre not used to â hands large and crass â kneading you like dough â probably to assess the quality of your meat. He has a smile on his face while at it.Â
Humans make you sick â to think heâs planning on roasting then eating you despite the soul fueling your spirit and the beating heart in your chest. But youâve long known that all death but their own matters little to them â they donât feel the same way nymphs do â they donât regard life with the same respect theyâve donned themselves. It must be a sad and lonely existence, you think. It even makes you feel a little sorry for him.
You yelp when his gritty fingers brush the area between your legs â shimmying when he lowers his mouth down to the same place. Oh God â does he plan on eating you raw? While your bodyâs still hot and pumping blood?
But the bite never comes â not yet eating but tasting it would seem â licking and slurping and sucking on you.
He takes his shirt off. Probably to avoid spilling on it, you think.
You donât really understand whatâs going on until heâs got his fat manhood pointed toward your kernel-sized hole. Eyes wide as he splits you apart slowly and unabashedly â as though it isn't as deviant as a dog mating a cat â sinking in inch after meaty inch.
You whimper at the stretch â wincing when the plush mushroom-shaped head grinds against that special place inside you.Â
It doesnât fit more than halfway, but that doesnât seem to bother him â rolling his head back with a rusty groan, even with just the tip gaining purchase within you â pounding into you like a beast in his rut.
âWhat's the matter, pretty nymph? Did you think I was gonna eat you?â He laughs, bearing over you â his hands steadying your hips to meet his sharp thrust â each hit deeper than the last. âIâm the only hunter in this forest; I can eat what I want when I want â but eating you?â He scoffed and snickered. âThat would just be a waste.â
The blood on his breath makes you wrinkle your nose â squeezing your eyes shut as his tongue sweeps up the tear streaks on your cheek.
âMy stomachâs already full. Time to empty my balls.â
#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu gojo#jujutsu kaisen#gojo smut#satoru gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#gojou satoru x reader#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo saturo#jjk gojo#yandere gojo x reader#yandere gojo satoru#yandere gojo#yandere satoru gojo#jjk smut#jujustu kaisen headcanons#gojo headcanons
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TEAR MY FLESH, HOLD MY HAND, FEEL MY WARMTH
the weight that lies in a pinky promise
pairing: suguru geto x gn!reader
themes/content: curse/canon au. fluff, angst. mentions of fights/difficult childhood. (wk: 3.2k)
a/n: this was originally gonna be for flufftober but it got a lil angsty teehee so here we are :) also the mouse on my computer stopped working so i did all this formatting on my phone bc i'm that dedicated to serving you guys this fic
Suguru was a soft child. Chubby hands, round cheeks, gentle steps.
He was sweet in all the ways a child ought to be, at least according to your parents - sweet in all the ways you werenât.
You, on the other hand, were loud, jarring, unreserved. âA handful,â you were always described as by those who attempted to care for you. Perhaps thatâs why they allowed you such a great extent of freedom, tugging against the length of a leash they tried to place around you, but theyâd need stronger chains to tie you down.
And yet, you and Suguru found your similarities - you were both unencumbered by expectations. I am who I am. In spite of everyone, in spite of the ways they tried to dig their tight hands around you and force you into something you werenât. You are who you are.
The first time you met him, all you saw were tiny feet kicking the air, unable to reach the ground from where he perched upon the park bench. He was the only one not screaming, something you appreciated, something novel. Your life had held such chaos, constant arguments, slamming doors. The peace that wrapped around his small frame seemed to exude a comfort you craved, even if it couldnât be articulated by your six-year-old mind, you were drawn to it. To him.
âHi,â you chirped, lifting yourself next to him.
âHi.â
When you grinned widely at him, he returned a thin-lipped smile, as though he had been trained by wild dogs who took eagerness as a threat, who wouldnât dare snarl unless as a warning.
(He noticed your absence of fear immediately - how could you approach him so easily? Had you not been taught to be wary?)
(You had been taught. âAvoid strangers, theyâll hurt you.â But you would never choose the harm of the monsters you knew. Better to take your chances in the wild.)
Averting your gaze, your dirtied fingernails began absentmindedly picking at the green paint coating the wood beneath your legs. Your eyes landed on his knees, scuffed and bloody.
âDid that hurt?â
Without looking at you, he shakes his head. âNo, Iâm just clumsy. I fell off my bike.â
âThatâs okay,â you hum, âI get bruises all the time. You must be pretty tough if it didnât hurt.â
And this time, he giggles, crooked teeth poking through. âAnyone can get hurt, it doesnât make me tough.â
Leaves rustle overhead as you let out a thoughtful sigh, allowing the sounds of the breeze to fill the silence. Itâs comfortable, you realize, no tension hanging in the air like there always seems to be at home, no threat looming around the other side of the kitchen counter.
You tug with all the strength your muscles can muster at a large strip of paint. With a final pull, your palm catches along the fraying wood, splinters digging under your flesh as you let out a choked cry.
Immediately, the boyâs small hands wrap around your wrist, pulling it to his face. Worried eyes inspect the wound. âAre you okay?â he asks without looking up.
A small whimper falls from your throat, lower lip trembling as you hold back tears. âY-yeah,â your voice wobbles.
Youâre lying. He knows youâre lying - you arenât particularly hard to read, he grows to learn, somehow always wearing your heart on your sleeve. Itâs a trait he admires (perhaps because heâs never quite able to place his there so visibly).
When he frowns, you almost giggle at the sight - no child should frown like that. Itâs endearing, the way his eyebrows furrow, mouth tugged downward.
âCan I make it better?â
It takes very little to make you trust him, but you believe he wouldnât hurt you. Just as animals seem able to sense intent, an implicit knowledge that the human freeing them from a cage wonât inflict additional pain, you know that his stubby fingers wonât dig at your flesh and make you bleed.
So, you nod.
Determined eyes turn from your visibly pained face to your aching palm. Slowly, he removes the shards of wood from your skin. When you wince, he pauses immediately, waiting for your shoulders to relax before he continues. By the time heâs finished, your bottom lip is red from biting into it but the pain isnât even noticeable, not when every nerve in your body seems focused on the warmth coming from his fingertips still lingering on your wrist.
âThere,â he breathes through the softest smile, âall done.â
âThanks,â and you canât help but grin back.
âAnd see!â Heâs beaming now. âYou were very tough!â
Your laugh is brighter than the sun, more calming than the birds chirping overhead, a sound he canât help but mirror. His desire to cheer you up, to comfort you through it all, makes your cheeks warm.
âIâm Suguru, by the way.â
He opens up easily to you, an honor you donât quite understand yet. When you introduce yourself, he repeats your name back slowly, the vowels sweet like the flowers blooming nearby. It sounds good in his voice.
A whistle cuts through the humidity, immediately drawing Suguruâs attention.
âI gotta go,â his face draws into that adorable pout again.
âOh.â Dropping your attention, it falls to your freshly healed hands resting in your lap. âCan you do me a favor?â
Expectant eyes meet yours.
âPromise me Iâll see you again?â
This time, he smiles so wide his cheeks push up into his eyes, crinkling at the corners. Holding out a hand, he gently grasps yours as he intertwines your fingers.
âPinky promise,â he grins, linking them together with a shake.
Through a giggle, you mimic, âpinky promise.â
He shuffles off the bench, clumsy feet landing on the ground before he hobbles off to the waiting arms of a parent who seems to love him. Your heart aches for a moment before it stills - youâre happy he has someone to take care of him, to pull the splinters from his hands and clean off the scrapes on his knees.
Itâs a miracle when you both get placed at Jujutsu Tech. It takes very little for you to abandon the place you called home, having jumped at the first chance to leave your childhood behind, but having Suguru there makes it even easier when you get approached by a strange man with dark hair and glasses who touts himself as the principal of some elusive school a few hours away. Theyâll pay for your housing, your food, anything you need to survive for the next four years so long as you agree to train and work for them. It was an easy yes - you would have done more for less.
And of course, there was your so-called âpower.â The two of you had danced around the subject for years, hesitantly testing each otherâs experiences to not unload worry onto the other. That was the thing about Suguru - he was always looking out for you, and you, him. He never needed to ask if you were thirsty, heâd just bring you tea; you never had to ask if he was lonely, youâd just find him sitting alone on the same park bench.
It was Suguru who finally broke on his thirteenth birthday while the two of you made your way through town, snowflakes hanging in the air.
âDo you everâŠsee things?â he asked, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket in a futile search for warmth.
From the corner of your vision, you caught the faintest glimmer of fear in his eyes. And you understood immediately.
âYes.â
His shoulders visibly relaxed, hot breath puffing into the air. âThank god,â he murmured.
Again, it wasnât a surprise, per se - the two of you had shared everything. It only seemed natural that you would share this ability to see curses, the monsters hiding in the shadows.
âDo they everâŠscare you?â Your voice felt small as you asked - you hadnât yet reached relief, or at the very least, neutrality towards these things.
And he sees it in you, too - the dread he felt when he first saw them, the pang of terror that shoots up his spine when he catches one moving in the dark. Heâs grown more accustomed to their presence, but thereâs still that thread of fear lingering, choking him when he gets tangled in it.
âYes.â
Cold fingers lace through yours, squeezing your hand reassuringly.
âBut Iâll always keep you safe,â he smiles that sweet, soft smile, âpinky promise.â
The training wasnât easy. You hadnât expected it to be, obviously, but fuck was it hard.
Suguru excelled initially, as he did with everything. The others in your small class also show great potential, Satoru in particular, but Shokoâs abilities develop in her own way, too.
Itâs nice to finally feel like you have a place where you belong, to have people to return to, people who care about you, who love you. Itâs nice to be here, even if it pushes you to your limits everyday, because you know youâll always have someone to come home to - to know youâll always have Suguru to come home to.
It hits you on a sunny day in October when youâre watching him spar with Satoru. Fists fly, a mix of black and white flashing across the grass. When Gojo lands a particularly well-timed punch, Suguruâs body lands with a thud in the dirt.
Youâre on your feet in less than a second, shoving Satoru out of the way as you stand over the dazed boy on the ground. He looks beautiful like this, you think - his hair splayed out around him, blood trickling from his nose, lips tugged into an awestruck smirk - before you shake the thought aside.
âAre you okay?â
Panicked hands run over his torso, checking for injuries before they land on his face. Cupping his jaw, he canât help but breathe a laugh at the worry painted across your features. His palms come to rest along your wrists, dark eyes meeting yours.
âIâm okay,â he sighs. Now that youâre here. âIâm tough, remember?â
Every muscle in your body releases tension just at hearing his voice, his calming aura once again blanketing you, bringing you under the warmth of his peace.
With a playful punch to his shoulder, he feigns a dramatic wince. âJust donât get hurt again, okay?â
He knows itâs impossible - itâs the nature of the job, of the responsibilities he holds. He will be hit and bruised and battered and brought to the brink of death again and again, but right now, thatâs not what you need to hear. Because you know itâs impossible too; and you also know Suguru is strong.
âI pinky promise,â he halfheartedly grins. He promises to at least try. For you.
Wrapping your finger around his, you let the heat of your bodies fill the air, vibrating in tune with the cicadas lining the trees. His hand is soft in yours. It feels like coming home - the familiar walk up the steps, the paint on the front door cracking from where palms had rubbed against it time and time again as the handle turned. The wooden floors are worn in with the path you take through each otherâs lives, from the kitchen to the living room to the windows, gazing over the backyard.
Suguru had a swingset, you remember. You figured out how to use it the first time you ever sat on the sun-worn rubber, going higher and higher and higher until the toes of your shoes scraped the sky. But Suguru always struggled - he couldnât quite move his body in the right way to grant him flight. He would get frustrated with it rather easily, until your small hands rested against his back. With a firm push, you set him free into the air, his feet kicking perfectly with all the momentum a childâs body could hold.
Maybe gravity was discovered by children on the playground. There had to be a reason they couldnât swing forever; there had to be a reason they couldnât reach the sun.
The problem is, though, that a starâs heat dissipates with distance. It canât always warm you, not when your feet land back on the ground.
Over the next year, Satoru began going on more missions alone, and Shoko stayed behind to hone her healing, leaving you and Suguru in the purgatory between power and nothingness. And most days, you feel closer to nothing.
Itâs eating at him, you realize. The missions, the responsibility, the whole fucking thing is taking bites out of his soul with sharpened teeth and leaving nothing behind but a bloodied mess of torn expectations. It makes him smaller and smaller, pulling pieces of him until thereâs nothing left.
You can see it in the way his clothes hang loose on his body. His shoulders slump forward, the shadows beneath his eyes growing darker each night he spends with his gaze locked on the ceiling.
The foundation of his soul is crumbling, the front door barricaded closed. The windows are boarded up. You canât see your childhood anymore. All the grass in the front yard is dead.
You miss when the sunâs rays shone through him.
You miss when he was warm.
Finding him resting on one of the old benches in the schoolâs courtyard, it creaks beneath your weight as you sit, the only sound breaking the stagnant silence of the summer air. Thatâs another thing youâve noticed - sometimes, Suguru is so quiet you arenât even sure he exists. If you werenât here watching his chest rise and fall, could you even prove he was breathing?
He says nothing when you rest your head on his shoulder, not that he needs to, of course. He hasnât said much lately, mostly responding to everyone elseâs overflowing conversations with empty smiles and sad eyes.
You arenât sure how much longer you can take it.
âSuguru?â
His body doesnât even shift in response to hearing his name, but you feel his eyes on you even though you canât see them, your gaze instead focused on your hands resting in his lap. Picking at the skin along your nails, you continue.
âAre you okay?â
Heâs grateful you canât hear the way his heartbeat stutters (because then youâd already have the answer to your question).
âMhm,â he hums, his lips never parting. You miss the way they used to curl into that childlike grin, itâs been so long since youâve seen it.
You know heâs lying, but unfortunately, you want to believe him. You want to believe him so badly it feels like youâre trapped underground, buried under your love for him, banging on the floorboards overhead, but thereâs no one around to hear. Thereâs dirt in your lungs and you canât breathe. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Silently, you hold your hand in front of him, pinky raised in a question.
Would you promise?
On instinct, his own hand lifts from his side. It hovers just inches from yours, but he hesitates. The gap between them grows farther with each second they donât intertwine, stars pushing one another apart, unable to collide. The steadiness in him wavers for a moment as you watch his fingers shake.
He canât.
When he collapses into you, everything falls apart. Arms wrap around your frame, hands grabbing fistfuls of your uniform. He clings to you like a lifeline, the only thing keeping him from drowning. Because as a child, no one ever taught him how to swim - maybe they didnât see the point in learning such a useless skill, or maybe they thought they were protecting him. But now, heâs been thrown into relentless waves of grief and with each breath more briney water fills his chest and heâs gasping and scared and he doesnât know what to do except hold you. The tears falling from his eyes taste like the sea and they burn his throat, but at least for a moment his legs can stop kicking. For a moment, he has someone who can keep him afloat.
Your palms rub slow circles into his back as he cries. The sound is sharp and painful, carving into the still-beating flesh of your heart, but at least it exists. At least heâs here. At least heâs alive.
Placing your lips to the top of his head, you let them rest there as his body shakes.
âItâll be okay, Iâve got you,â you whisper into his skin, surrounded by small strands of hair pulled loose and warm from the sun. âI promise.â
As things tend to do, they eventually get easier.
You and Suguru talk to the higher ups about changing his schedule, only going on missions with at least one other sorcerer so heâs not doing all the work by himself. They bargain and ultimately even agree to grant him dedicated days off to rest. And finally, you feel as though youâve been granted your miracle, the scales of fate begrudgingly tipping in your favor.
(If all your pain meant that Suguruâs would be lessened for even a moment you would do it over again a million times. If all your suffering meant that Suguru wouldnât have to endure it for a second longer, you would suffer for eternity.)
Even as fall returns and the sun shines through the sky less and less, things feel brighter. The two of you find yourselves in the schoolâs cafeteria making tea every night, and he learns he sleeps better with you in his arms.
When the four of you gather around a picnic table outside to recap your recent assignments, you tell some stupid joke, one that makes Satoru groan and Shoko roll her eyes through a smirk, and you hear it: Suguru laughs. And for a moment, the world stops spinning.
You all exchange glances before turning to face him, his cheeks pushed up and pink, eyes closed in bliss. You canât contain yourselves as you join him, fits of giggles lilting through the crisp air.
That night, he welcomes you into bed with open arms waiting beneath the covers. His lips are curved into a grin as he places a gentle kiss to your forehead, a newer part of your routine, one that makes your entire body vibrate.
Snuggling against him, the warmth of his chest radiates into your skin, each beat of his heart a welcome melody.
âHey Suguru?â you murmur.
His voice is laced with sleep as he answers into the darkness, âYeah?â
âYouâre really strong, yâknow that?â
Letting out an airy chuckle, he rolls his eyes. âIâm nothing compared to Satoru-â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean.â
You can hear the air entering his lungs with each breath. He takes in three before he responds. âI know.â
Long fingers trace circles into the bare skin of your arm.
âSuguru?â
You know what you have to tell him - youâve been holding it for years, keeping it close to you, carrying its weight through each day until you barely notice it anymore. Maybe itâs the change of the seasons, a different density to the air, but suddenly it has begun to feel heavy in your hands.
âYeah?â
His hands make their way up your neck until they rest along your cheek, guiding your gaze to him through the dark.
Three breaths in, three breaths out.
âI love you.â
You canât see him smile, but you feel it. The warmth of his palm leaves your face for a moment until you feel it again along your hand. He intertwines his pinky with yours. âI love you, too.â
#not 100% happy with this one but i've been editing it for a week and if i don't post it now i never will!!!!!!#q writes#oneshot#suguru geto#geto suguru#suguru geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#suguru x reader#geto x reader#jjk#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fluff#jjk geto#geto fluff
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Living Harmony AU relevant character sheets/info: Harmony aka the "Tree of Harmony" Stygian Shadow Lock Starswirl the Bearded Somnambula is the next pillar up on the list with an updated design, courtesy of my buddy Ori, and a fresh character sheet from me. Her and Mistmane are the two pillars that ended up getting a species swap with their rewritten backstories for this AU. Bat ponies were super underutilized in the MLP G4 show and the idea of Somnambula and her town being mostly made up of Egyptian fruit bat ponies was super fun to think about. Listed below is some character and story context for these sketches provided by my myself and Ori like usual. Hope you enjoy!
Pillar of Aspiration
Bat pony from ancient Neighgypt
Comes from a village made up of mostly bat ponies with some of the other standard pony races sprinkled in and a healthy population of anubis style diamond dogs
Not a princess, but the equivalent of high nobility in her culture. Had cash to burn and was very generous in giving her wealth to the less fortunate in her village be it money, food, clothing etc...
Was also an advisor to the Pharaoh and Prince Hisan
Her village was trapped in a collective dream by a huge mythical Sphinx that hails from the dream realm. It would have turned Somnambulaâs ponies into dreamless husks had she not broken free and solved the Sphinxâs riddles, which were the basis of its magic.
Somnambulaâs artifact, the Sphinxâs Crescent Moon, is a trinket she stole straight from the Sphinxâs headpiece. Affixing it to her tiara, it allows her free travel between the dreaming and physical realms. Though, spending so much time in the Dream Realm as a mortal pony has its consequencesâŠ
Gained a weird aura about her after breaking the Sphinxâs spell. A small radius around her is folded into dream space, which makes it difficult to perceive her normally. Sheâs essentially a friendly cognitohazard. Take a good look, because you wonât be able to recall her face later. Lucid dreamers can see past this effect.
Has a somewhat eerie quality to her that she likes to play up. Dispenses philosophical queries just to mess with ponies such as: âPerhaps I am merely a fruit bat dreaming that she is a ponyâ or âPerhaps this is a dream, you donât know!â
Has sharp teeth, but theyâre meant for biting into fruits. Sometimes will joke about "gobbling" someone up if they get too close
Sleeps like a regular bat by hanging upside down. The bottom of bat pony hooves can grip many different surfaces for this purpose
Firmly believes in making your dreams into reality
Ancient Equestrians would call upon her name for protection in their dreams
Dream walked so Princess Luna could dream run
Somnambula is Luna's favorite pillar and legend
Is celebrated with a statue of her in the center of the town âSomnambulaâ in modern Equestria. However it incorrectly depicts her as a pegasus pony instead of a bat pony due to wibbly wobbly history record keeping and/or the strange dream like effect that surrounds her
Somnambulaâs Weather Abjuration (The Crystalling Part 2 - 16:26) is a spell named after her, though she herself had no hoof in its creation. Itâs very likely that this weather ward was made after the perception of Somnambula shifted into her being a pegasus
Somnambula redesign by Orin331
#my little pony#mlp#mlp fim#my little pony friendship is magic#mlp somnambula#somnambula#egyptian fruit bat#fruit#glowpaz#bat pony#pillars of equestria#my art#living harmony mlp au#living harmony au
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NICE
I was initially going to leave this just as lineart but maybe I should finish it. Whaddya think?
#lansoni#shadarthur#sonadow#Excalibur sonic#shadow gets isekaid and hot damn#this sonic has manners???#is gentle and polite???#and any sonic decked in gold is his gay weakness we all know that#i wanted to do some complex lines so i made Excalibur snoc heehe#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#shadonic#im probably gonna make more shadarthur#because i am the ceo of shadarthur#eeeeeeee#i like these funny dogs theyre so gay :0)#sonic comic#sonic au#ALSO GET TO SPEAK IN SHAKESPEAREAN#its not period accurate but#do you really want me to write in ye olde englishe?#thaf would be insufferable#i am insufferable#but thats besides the point#csp's text function is kinda wibbly wobbly im not too fond of how the bubbles of text came out#sonic addition
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Title: free days
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x male reader
Fandom: batman
Warnings: male reader, omegaverse, omega male reader, fluff, no heroes au, bat children are children, implied that they are (name)s bio kids
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It was the ideal.
Giant alpha with a brooding expression and cold demeanour and peppy Omega who had enough conversation of six people, Bruce reading the morning paper as (name) enjoyed his breakfast sleepily in one of Bruce's shirts and a pair of boxers, both periodically taking sips of their drinks; Bruce a hot cup of black coffee and (name) a cup of (drink). "The zoo's snow leopards had cubs" Bruce mentioned casually, following the family "no bad news till after ten am" rule, (name) humming as he glanced to see the photo of the tiny cub "we should take the pups to see it" (name) mentioned, the Wayne family having donated a few million to help the conservation efforts the zoo was focused on.
"We can make arrangements, my darling" Bruce said to the other who beamed sleepily to his mate, Bruce feeling his heart warm at this.
The pups slowly piled in one by one, the smaller less formal dining area filled with sleepy littles, tweens and teens "Cassandra, stop stealing your brother's bacon" (name) said calmly as he stared off slightly, finally waking up a bit more as the pups ate their breakfast and Damian tried to copy how bruce are clumsily, the toddler absolutely fixated on Bruce these days "your lunches are on the counter in the kitchen, Dick remember that you are going to be accompanying your father today after school, Jason you are going out with your friends yes? I want you back home by 9:45--""ten?" "Get a good score on that test today and I'll consider it" "deal"
(Name) gave his kids their iteneraries as everyone ate and got ready for the day, little Damien and Helana letting their parents carry them to the nursery to be dressed for the day "alrighty little doves, let's get you in your outfits!" (Name) said to the two toddlers who let their parents dress them in clothes that they weren't worried would get messy, Damien in an adorable pair of shorts and a little shirt with a dog on it and Helena in a skort and a shirt that had Carmen Sandiego on it "you two ready?"
Today was their first class in martial arts, something all the children took as Bruce was consistently worried for their safety "they need to be able to defend themselves, what if we aren't there?!" He fretted behind closed doors, Damien looking excited and Helena bouncing as they and the rest of the family went to driveway "Tim, Jason behave or you drive with Alfred" and Alfred didn't get McDonald's before class, the two immediately stopping their nonsense as they followed Dick to his car and the others into the main family car, a town limo where the driver was ready for them. (Name) was thankful Damien kept his shoes on, sitting in his car seat separated from his sister with Cass between them "mama!" He yelled seriously "what is it dames?" "Oweo?" He asked almost confused and (name) tried not to laugh at the boys question "we can get Oreos after your lesson, yes"
Toddler martial arts was mainly just getting the little ones used to it, very clumsy and often times the little ones were more interested in their own feet than actually doing the lesson but it was a start "remember when dick was this little? He would only do anything if you held his hand?" (Name) said as they watched from the glass, little Damien and Helena practicing listening with the instructor and even learning the absolute basic stances, both excited to make noises and give wobbly little stances.
Bruce was happy when he could make time for his family, the tots passed out in their arms as they went to the limo "I'll be going to the office, prepare for the shadowing" Bruce gently kissed (name)s forehead and then lips as they smiled at one another "good luck" and with that they parted.
When night came, (name) was in bed reading a book when Bruce came in "how did it go?" (Name) asked as he blatantly watched Bruce undress into his boxers "it went well, he has been preparing for this since he was 11" Bruce walked to the bed and got in, moving (name) so he layed his chest against Bruce's as they smiled fondly at one another and gently kissed, (name)s hands gently holding into Bruce's sharp jaw as they enjoyed their time alone.
"I think I want another pup"
"Darling we have six children already"
"But baby?"
"Darling, the youngest two are just getting out of potty training"
"Fine" (name) playfully pouted as they cuddled, anyone outside the family would be intimidated by Bruce, though for his mate he was putty.
They weren't the perfect ideal of an alpha and omega but they were their ideal and that's all that mattered.
#batman x male reader#batman x reader#bruce wayne x male reader#bruce wayne x reader#male reader#x male reader#omegaverse#omega male reader
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Y'all wanted the Pokemon Au y'all getting the Pokemon au, explanations for the Pokemon and more Au info under the cut. Feel free to put questions about the Au in my Ask box
The Au is focused on Pirate captains being Pokemon trainers and their crew their Pokemon, with exceptions like non pirate characters who have Pokemon based on their personalitys.
The world is a mix out of the op world and Pokemon universe, so instead of canon Pokemon regions the regions are based of the op islands, as an example, Luffy is from the Goa Region and travels to other Regions like the Alabasta region or Wano region, in order to beat the strongest trainers in each place he visits in order to become world champion.
Luffys team
Zoro as Chine-Pao: Zoro is often associated with tigers (big cats) and obviously his swords. Luffy also meets him for the first time while he is tied up, wich can parallel how you optain a Chien-Pao wich is locked away
Nami as Liepard: Luffy would meet Nami as a Purloin, wich are known for tricking and stealing from people, her title is also âCat burglerâ
Usopp as Inteleon: Luffy would meet Usopp as a Wobble, since he's such a coward at the start of the series. He would evolve into Drizzile during Water 7 and latter into Inteleon. Inteleon was kind of a no brainer since it's the only sniper Pokemon.
Sanji as Cinderac: Cinderace's Signature move is a Flame kick of sorts. Luffy would meet him as a Raboot, and evolves intomCinderace during Enies Lobby. (British opla sanjiâŠ)
Chopper as Sawsbuck: Reindeer, Cheery blossoms.
Robin as Runerigus: Robin is an archaeologists who specifies in finding all of the poneglyphs so her Pokemon being made out off rune tablets makes a lot of sense. Plus the ghost typing can be a hint to her title of âDevil childâ
Franky as Blastoise: Franky is basically a weapon himself so making him the literal Tank turtle makes sense to me, also remember the Squirtle with the sunglasses? yeah.
Brook as Houndstone: There aren't a lot of skeleton Pokemon so there was little choice. Houndstones is part of the Ghost gym leaders team, who is a Musician.
Jinbei as Empoleon: Jinbei used to be one of the seven warlords of the sea and is a very honorable person wich works with the personality of Empoleons. He's also shown using a Trident as a weapon.
Kobys team
Milotic: Both of them start of as ugly little loser boys but have one hell of a glow up /affectionate + Milotic would be a great swimming buddy.
Lycanroc: (dog boy koby is so real to me) Dog Pokemon, though more commonly Arcanine, are used as police Pokemon, most likely given to him by Garp.
Gallade: The Fighting type fits Kobys swinging hand approach well and the Psychic type his Observation haki plus being quite the noble Pokemon.
Togekiss: A flying type to reference his Moonwalk ability and generally seeming like a Pokemon would put the effort into raising.
Lucario: dog.. Again, Another Pokemon I feel like Koby would put the effort into raising, fighting type, and the Aura gimmick just matches the vibe as well yk.
Blissey: A healer Pokemon that would assist both hurt trainers and Pokemon, god knows it's good to have one on you when you travel with Luffy.
#my art#kobylu trainer Au#kobylu#one piece#digital art#one piece fanart#pokemon#pokemon au#one piece au#cobylu#pokemon trainer#pokemon trainer au#monkey d luffy#one piece koby#one piece zoro#one piece nami#one piece usopp#one piece sanji#one piece chopper#one piece robin#one piece franky#one piece brook#one piece jinbe
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Jazz isnât sure why sheâs here, if sheâs being honest.Â
She wobbles on her paws, which is such a weird thing to have, and thinks wretched thoughts towards her siblings.
She takes in her surroundings--an apartment thatâs sparsely decorated, the cushion she was laying on clearly taken from the couch, dark even though itâs only 3pm according to the wall clock---and tries to acclimate herself into her new body.
Itâs not meshing well, if the slight vertigo is any indication, but Frostbite had said this was a possibility, what with her being only slightly liminal as opposed to halfas like her erstwhile siblings. He had surmised that with ghosts, and subsequently halfas, had an easier time transitioning between forms because their default state of being was already so fluid and in constant flux.Â
Sheâs not a puppy (another accommodation to her apparently inflexible almost adult liminal mind) but a teen, possibly even an adult in dog form. At least that means her situation will end a little earlier.
Speaking of situation, when she gets back from this forced ârite of passageâ sheâs gonna give those halfas a piece of her mind, thatâs for sure.Â
Dani is still on forced medical leave, Dan is refusing to retire even though his community service term is completed, and Danny thought it would be fun if all the siblings served âGothamâ in canine service so now sheâs a dog--sheâs unsure what breed she is--in a house that clearly isnât Wayne Manor.
She hates to admit it, but Danâs stance on beating up Clockwork is looking extremely appealing to her right now.Â
She breathes out a sigh, and geez, itâs so weird how that translates physically, and tries to find an occupant of this apartment. She needs to figure out her role and give support, according to Clockwork, and the sooner she can find her wayward charge, the better.Â
Before she can wander beyond the living room, however, keys jostle loudly off to her right. Through the kitchen she can see a small entryway off to the side, where someone is clearly struggling to open the door. In quick succession, she hears soft but urgent footsteps from her left, and out pops a little boy--no older than 8 years old--heading straight for her.Â
âSparky, come!â the boy whispers urgently. Clearly, she is Sparky, but even more clearly, it is imperative she follow.Â
She follows.
Her body seems to retain its memories, and as she and the boy, her boy, hide themselves in the closet she mourns the loss of this bodyâs previous occupant.Â
Clockwork has assured her, when this happened for Dani, that it is impossible to take over an occupied body for long periods of time. It messes with your psyche, and slowly breaks down the original ownerâs body bit by bit.Â
Occupying a, to put it bluntly, freshly evacuated body is only possible because of the combined efforts of Clockwork and Frostbite, with the necessary component being a specific type of ectoplasm. The kind that only halfas and liminals would have.Â
The memories, though, remain. Traces, Frostbite had called them.Â
Sitting there in the dark of a closet, held tightly within the trembling arms of Jason Todd, she quietly seethes and mourns.Â
She remembers, now, the bruises this body has, and the bruises her boy has, and how the stench of alcohol means danger.
She remembers when this body was a puppy, huddled under the kitchen table with Little Jay until he couldnât really hide effectively anymore under the small table. Not with her, at least.Â
So now, the closet. She hears, distantly, the front door banging open. She feels, intimately, the flinch both she and the boy make.Â
She knows now that Sparky had given her body up willingly. That Jazz is here so that Jason wonât be alone. She sends a prayer to the Ancients, a plea for Nocturne to give her soul a lovely dream.Â
She nuzzles at her boy, who untenses slightly, and doesnât think about the implications of her being here, with a young 8 year-old Jason Todd.Â
She doesnât think about Dannyâs pride in the 12 year-old orphan that stole Batmanâs tires and made him laugh on the anniversary of his parents death.Â
She doesnât think about Dannyâs grief at failing 15 year-old Robin II. She doesnât think about 19 year-old Red Hood and his pit rage. She doesnât think about how little time she has with him--she refuses. The thoughts can wait.
She has a job to do.
Danny decided he needed a vacation. He had recently gotten shapeshifting powers in his ghost form, because ectoplasm could be molded and stretched. The only thing that needed to stay the same was his core. He decided to become a puppy, and live out a few years with a good family. Unfortunately, he got involved in a dog fighting ring, and to keep his cover, had to go along with it. But that didnât stop him from sending messages to the local bats. Heâs rescued along with all of the other pups, and Batman had taken a liking to him. Heâs named Ace and brought home with Batman. Bruce quickly found out that Ace (Danny) was scarily good at reading people, and after Ace had broken out of a locked cage and saved Batman more than once, that he now had a sidekick that was his dog. Danny was having his best time being a crime fighting dog.
#a quick one because i'm at work today#now all the siblings are here!!!#albeit with timey whimey wibbly wobbly shenanigans at play#lots of exposition#with a little angst at the end#firm believer that Jason Todd deserves a Dog#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom#jazz fenton#puppy!danny au#puppy!danny#danny is ace the bathound#dan is titus#dani is bitewing#dani is haley#jazz is sparky the dog#my writing#jason todd#clockwork is me#i am clockwork
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Trailer park Steve AU part 30
part 1 | part 29 | ao3
cw: Steve Harrington committing unforgivable thought crimes (besmirching LotR)
"Uh," Steve stammers as Eddie tugs him off the couch, because he just propositioned the guy while covered in snot and tears and wearing a blanket as a cape, and now that guy is holding his hand.
Eddie doesn't let go after he gets him to his feet. Their fingers lace together, and his palm is soft and warm, his fingers slightly callused. Steve can feel his own pulse pounding in his wrist.
"Simmer down," Eddie teases, "I'm not having sex with you. Yet," he adds with a lewd waggle of his brows when Steve puppy-dog pouts at him. "This is better than sex, anyway."
"If you're having shit sex, maybe.â Steve rolls his eyes and lets himself be dragged past a messy counter, where Eddie stops to grab a black lunch box and a cassette tape, a tissue for Steveâs face, then down the hall to Eddie's bedroom.
"My kingdom," he grins as he shoves the door open and waves Steve through with a bow.
His room is amazing. Awesome and terrible all at once: awesome, because it looks like someone put Eddieâs essence in a blender and ran the blades without a lid, and terrible, because the place is a fucking pigsty. Thereâs a bag of bread on the floor.
Eddie tells him to make himself at home, so Steve plops down on the edge of his bed, takes in the explosion of artwork tacked to the walls while Eddie buzzes around the room â swoops and swoons like a drunken bee, kicking shit into messy piles, sticking a cig in his mouth and forgetting to find the lighter, turning on the stereo. He pops in the cassette, and Steve lets out a surprised laugh when he hears the upbeat strumming.
"Rumours? Really? That's your 'better than sex' cure?"
Eddie cranks the volume. "It's workinâ, ain't it?" he mumbles around the unlit cig.
Steve tries to frown and fails. "âŠShut up."
Eddie snickers at him; gives him the cutest smile he's ever seen, nose scrunched up, eyes crinkled at the corners, then he tucks the cigarette behind his ear and shakes his hair out with a grimace. âChrist, itâs hot in here." His hands move to the hem of his shirt. "Look away or donât, baby, Iâm changinâ!â
Steve smiles and averts his gaze, falling back on Eddieâs bed and looking at the ceiling with his legs dangled over the edge. In his periphery he can see Eddie hopping gracelessly around the dresser, trying to tug his foot out of the end of his skinny jeans, cursing under his breath; dropping all the âgâs off the ends of his words.
"I like your Southern accent."
"Do ya now?" Eddie throws it on thick, really hamming it up, "Well then, I reckon it's plum near the most attractive dad-gum thing yâever did hear 'round these here pawrts."
Steve honks a mortifyingly stupid laugh, which makes Eddie laugh like a chime in a windstorm, which just makes Steve laugh even more, and maybe Eddie was right.
Maybe this is better than sex.
He wipes at his eyes, misty for a good reason for the first time all night, and when he looks up again Eddieâs dressed in his pajamas. Dark gray gym shorts, a black cut-off tank, the arm holes deep and loose to expose his armpit hair, his ribs.
Steveâs mouth goes dry.
Eddieâs wiry and pale, firm muscle wrapped around his string-bean frame, and he's covered in tattoos â black line art and gray shading, fantastical beasts and staffs and swords, a crazily-detailed set of serpent scales snaking up his side. But it's his legs that catch Steve's eye.
His legs are covered in words. Words and doodles everywhere, from his calves to his thighs, the lines wobbly and thick like Eddie put them there himself. There are quotes in sloppy cursive, longer ones in blocky print; a few stylized to look like comic book dialog, the words POW! and DANGER outlined in spiky bubbles above his knee. Steve wants to trace the lines; rehearse him like a poem, learn each ink stroke with his fingers until he can recite them all by heart.
Eddie catches him staring and gives a small, pleased grin. âLike what you see?â
Steveâs tongue feels too big for his mouth. âYeah. I really do.â
The smile widens. Eddie clambers onto the bed, stepping over Steveâs head and plopping down beside him with his back against the wall, one leg drawn up, the other stretched out long and loose.
Steve shifts to lay the same direction, and his shoulder brushes Eddieâs leg, his wrist ghosting against his ankle bone. He doesnât pull away; likes the look of their skin tones side by side â the smooth desert landscape of his inner arm, accented only by a few veins and moles; the riot of ink and art all along Eddieâs shin. Eddieâs feet are bare, and theyâre wide, a little hairy (reminds Steve of Dustinâs nerdy ring book, and he almost says as much, but he knows Eddieâs even more obsessed with that shit than the kids are. He really doesnât want the dude to pop a brain boner and spend the next four hours lecturing Steve about jewelry lore.)
âWhat are you giggling at down there?â Eddie nudges at his elbow.
âNothing,â Steve says, and Eddie responds âAll right then, keep your secretsâ in a silly character voice. He stretches to the side and grabs a joint off the bedside table.
âNow,â he says, voice slipping into that deep, slow sing-song thing he does â his sales pitch tone, Steve realizes. âThis part is, of course, completely optional, but. In my humble, expert opinionââ
âSo humble,â Steve teases under his breath.
ââIt really enhances the whole experience.â
âThe Stevie Nicks Therapeu- thera-â Oh, screw it. âUn-saddening Experience?â
âThat is correct.â He holds it out over Steveâs face, wiggling it in offering, and Steve thinks about his conversation with Robin over brunch:
"I can't believe you did coke.â "I can't believe you smoked weed." "I know." "Was it okay?" He hasn't tried weed since... "Yeah," she answers seriously. "Yeah, it was okay. It was nice, actually."
âOkay,â he decides. I trust you. âLetâs do it.â
Eddie puts the joint between his lips and lights it up.
â
part 31
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mission p.s.h is a-go! (p.sh) Ë Â· .
park sungho x fem!reader (she/her), college au, art major! reader, art major!sungho, reader is so lovesick, sungho is a nervous wreck, ft. lovingly-bothersome sidekick jaehyun + mom friend roommate yujin, shy extrovert sungho, not so shy extrovert reader <3, mutual pining, puppy love, first kisses, jaehyun has a lot of piercings because why not, the world is your wingman, a story about friendship and first loves!!!!, romantic comedy
warnings: suggestive scene (mdni pleek), some sex jokes, cursing, drinking
wc: 11.3k+
playlist âïœĄË "a girl like me" by flowerovlove, "wishlist" by txt, "stylish" by loona, "blooming in the morning" by spool, "serenade" by boynextdoor
a/n: i have been working on this for.... forever..... >3< but it's finally here!!! <3 happy bonedo first anniversary to all who celebrate! also tysm for 100+ followers!!! ^___^ ur support means everything to me. i had so much fun writing this and i hope you guys have even more fun reading!!!
DEAR DIARY
11:44 a.m | weather: partly cloudy
dear diary,
so today has already gone to absolute shit!!!! i missed my morning lecture because i forgot to put my phone on the charger so it fucking died in the middle of the night and then i realized that my period started 4 days early and i ran out of pain killers and i didnât have any time to stop by the health center and get some but even if iâm physically dying and rotting away, i HAVE to get my usual chai tea with three pumps vanilla and 1 pump brown sugar but THEN i dropped my chai tea with three pumps vanilla and 1 pump brown sugar in the middle of the courtyard and i was already late to my next class so i didnât have time to go back and get another one and then i finally make it to fucking studio arts and my usual spot is taken by some sleeping rando who ISNâT EVEN IN THIS CLASS. WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE??? so then i was forced to sit in the back of class and use that stupid squeaky easel that literally wobbles when you BREATHE on it and all of this happened BEFORE 12 OâCLOCK!!!! now iâmâ
âwatcha writing?â an all too playful voice sounds right behind you, way too close for comfort and you donât even bother to look upâyou already know who it is by the irritating jingle of his dangly jewelry and the snicker that bubbles out of his throat at your annoyed expression.
âfuck off, jaehyun,â you mumble as you continue to recount your horrible day while you wait for the first layer of paint on your easel to dry, the obnoxiously hot pink pen in your hand scribbling ferociously against the white page of your diary. you hear another irksome laugh leave his body before the chair beside you squeaks as someone pulls it out.
âshh, donât disturb her. sheâs poetically releasing her emotions...â out the corner of your eye, you see yujin glance down at your page before slightly wincing, setting her watercolors down on the table slowly. âor somethingâŠâ
jaehyun takes a seat at the table in front of you, sitting backward in his chair to take a closer look at what youâre writingâany semblance of privacy was long dismissed once you became friends with the two at the beginning of the school year. freshman move-in day had been possibly one of the worst experiences of your life, all thanks to the maltipoo puppy jaehyun tried to sneak into the residence hall and yujinâs immense fear of dogs. you guys have been inseparable since.Â
trauma bonding, you think.
jaehyun flicks some of his brown hair out of his vision as his face contorts into something sour. âwoah, when did the grinch take over your body?â
yujin scoots away and jaehyun raises his hands in surrender as you suddenly slam your diary shut, mentally rolling your eyes at their antics.Â
âwoah, when will you learn to stay out of my business?â you shoot towards jaehyun with the straightest face ever, his lips frowning as you slide your diary off of the table and into your bag.Â
âhey, donât take your anger out on me, grumpy pants.âÂ
and that just so happens to be your final strawâlike those mundane moments where youâre having the worst day known to man and then all of a sudden your key doesnât want to fit in the keyhole and now you want to rip your door off of the hingesâand jaehyun is now that door. you lunge at the pierced man, going straight for his jugular, but yujin is quick to wrap her arms around your waist, pulling you back down into your seat as she shushes you.Â
âbreathe, y/n, breathe,â yujin speaks in her exaggerated yoga instructor voice, the deep one that makes her sound like sheâs high on shrooms. you close your eyes, forcing yourself to think of kittens and rainbows as your shoulders slowly untense. âthere we go. smell the tulips and blow out the candles. thatâs right. smell the tulips and blow out theââ
âwhy canât they be roses?â
your eyes immediately snap open like a vampire at the smell of blood, meeting jaehyunâs highly entertained and highly aggravating expression.
âjaehyun, we talked about this. tulips smell better than roââ
yujinâs voice is drowned out in your ears once a tall, raven-haired figure strolls into the studio. everything in the background fades to a blur as he makes his way to his usual sketching table, just a few seats away from where you reside. from here, you have a perfect view of his side profile, the sunlight streaming through the open windows lighting up his face heavenly.Â
any anger in your body dissipates on the spot.
heâs wearing a baby blue knit sweaterâthe same sweater he wore on tuesday last week (...not that you remember or anything!)âwith baggy light-washed jeans that adorn a little eevee pokemon charm hanging from his front belt loop. the black converse on his feet match yours and you try not to squeal at the slight prospect of a couple's outfit. slung over his body is the green satchel that he seems to take everywhere with him, filled to the brim with notebooks and art supplies.Â
his black hair is messy and a little longer than the last time you have seen him. it curls over his eyebrows and down his neck, some tucked behind his naturally flushed ears. his eyelashes are so full, and even though his eyes are slightly obscured by the thin, circular glasses that sit on his nose, you can still make out the delicate shadow they cast onto his doughy cheeks. you wonder if he has a skincare routine from how smooth his skin looks, almost picture-esque as the sunrays illuminate a halo above his head. you swear a chorus of angels begin to sing in your ears.
heâs taking out his sketchpad now, and you watch the way he adjusts his glasses ever so slightly before lining up his charcoal pencils in order of point size next to his page. youâve never gotten to see his art up close, but youâve picked up on the fact his medium has always been a pencil of some sortâlet it be graphite, pigmented colors, carbonâand you crave to see what his nimble fingers can create. his lips are pressed into a thin line as he completely submerges himself into that little bubble you notice he goes into when he starts to draw.Â
you think he looks the most handsome when heâs immersed like this.
you donât realize youâre staring until you blink and register that park sungho, aka the man of your dreams, aka the most gorgeous person to ever walk these streets, aka an angel from above, is staring directly at you. with this new angle, you can fully see his pouted heart-shaped lips and slightly puffy faceâhe mustâve just woken up. heâs so perfect, in every way possible. your heart nearly crawls up your throat as he sends a tiny smile your way, his eyes bunching up cutely at the corners. you almost raise your hand to wave back before a voice cuts through your dazed state.
âhey, sungho!â jaehyun calls, waving his hand frantically, the many bracelets on his wrists jingling with the movement; and said sungho waves in response, contained and shy, before turning his attention back to his sketchpad. while youâre slightly disappointed that sungho hadnât been looking at you, you mentally thank jaehyun for saving you from couldâve-been detrimental embarrassment.Â
you slightly deflate, slumping back down into your chair with a tiny huffâand jaehyun watches you from beginning to end, a knowing look in his eyes.Â
âlook, y/nâs upset her little boobie bear didnâtââ
this time, you grab your barbie-esque pen and chuck it squarely at jaehyunâs nose, the plastic clinking against his nose ring. you hear yujin giggling from beside you, jaehyun shooting her a hopeless look of betrayal.
âyou set yourself up for that one, myung,â she speaks before she gets up to fill her paint cup with water. jaehyun rolls his eyes with a scoff, quickly turning his attention back to youâmuch to your dismay.
âyou should try to talk to him. heâs really nice, trust me,â jaehyun suggests with a little wiggle of his eyebrows, not-so-subtly nodding his head in sunghoâs direction. your eyes canât help but trail back over to the tall manâs frame, nearly swooning at the way he pushes his glasses up his nose with his pinky finger, squinting his eyes slightly despite the lenses as his pencil glides across the paper like a ballerina.Â
fuck, heâs so cute. you want to die.
âi donât even think he knows my name,â you sigh, almost dreamily as you spectate from afar. the way he readjusts his grip on the pencil every few seconds, and the way his knee bounces unrhythmically under the table, his pokemon charm shaking with the movement. his bottom lip is caught in between his teeth now and youâre sure you might pass out as he reaches up to run his fingers through his hair, the fluffy locks falling back into place slowly as they nearly defy gravity.Â
oh, park sungho. you donât know how perfect you are.
âgirl, you look like a stalker,â yujin appears beside you once again, multiple watercolor brushes knocking against each other as they swim in her now water-filled cup. itâs your turn to glare this time, crossing your arms over your chest as you manage to slump even further in your seatâyou arenât sure how you havenât fallen to the floor yet.
âi canât help it! just⊠look at him,â you whine pitifully, trying to keep your voice down as you glance at him one last time. yup, still gorgeous.
jaehyun groans loudly from his spot, his bracelets clanking as he grips his hair with both hands.
âi am going to bash my head into this table if you donât speak to him. i donât know how much more sungho mushy-gushy talk i can take,â he complains, his eyes wide and faux-crazed as he lightly tugs his hair. he looks stupid as hellâyouâve always thought jaehyun resembles the annoying orange.
âthatâs if sungho doesnât decide to run away before she can even open her mouth.â
and there it goes. the real reason why youâve never gotten the chance to speak to your puppy-love crush.Â
itâs a strange phenomenon actually, the way park sungho seems to avoid you like the plague. at first, you thought he was just incredibly shy. maybe he had chronic social anxiety, in which, you wouldnât blame him at allâyou were the exact same way before you got to college, so it would make perfect sense. heâs just a shy, shy guy who doesnât intend on making small talk; and that wouldâve been just fine with you.
but then you saw him interact with like⊠everyone else in the entire world, and decided to rule out that option becauseâwhat? he shows up to every single birthday party heâs invited to, says hi to all of his friends as he passes them on campus, and he even complimented your brooding english professorâs tie once! so thereâs no way park sungho doesnât know how to interact with other humans.
itâs just you. he doesnât want to interact with you.
not to be selfish and arrogant or anything, but itâs truly a huge blow to your pride. youâve always considered yourself to be a pretty likable personâmaybe a little off-kilter, but not to the point where it literally makes people pack up their things and leave as soon as you enter the room. and yes, sungho has done that before.Â
so now youâre stuck in this predicament where you canât go one night without falling asleep to the idea of holding park sunghoâs lovely hand and kissing his squishy cheek and touching his luscious hair, whenâin truth, horrible, horrible truthâthis exact park sungho doesnât even want to see your face.
once snapped back into reality, the realization rebirths all of your angerâat the world, at yourself, at sungho âlomlâ park. yujin mumbles out a little half-assed apology that you completely dismiss and jaehyun snickers as he rises to a stand, throwing something over his shoulder about how he all of a sudden has a sculpture he needs to get started on before he disappears from your sight.
he doesnât even know how to sculpt.
when you look up, you see jaehyun giving sungho a little goodbye pat on the back, in which sungho returns with a little âsee you laterâ and a smile that bunches his cheeks up like bread rolls. damn you park sungho and your adorable, adorable cheeks.
this is definitely going in your diary tonight.
ïœĄâ§ËđââËđË Â· .
or at least you thought it would be going in your diary tonight.
because currently, as of 7:28 pm local time, you canât seem to find that sparkly pink journal anywhere.Â
you checked your tote bag, yujinâs bag, jaehyunâs giant pockets, under your seat in the art studio, the cafeteria, and even asked around hoping someoneâs heard of it through word-of-mouthâand yet, nothing. no sign of your journal at all.
if you were thinking rationally, you would have maybe thought to check your dorm room. you did end up having lunch in there with the blinds closed after your shitty day and the overwhelming need to disappear from society. or, you might have left it in your french language class because you had pulled it out mid lecture to complain about your horrible view from the very back row. it might have even fell out on your bus ride to the small dimsum restaurant located on the outskirts of your campus.Â
but you have been on the edge of snapping since the very moment you woke up this morning, and if you thought jaehyunâs little quips earlier brought you to your limit, then losing your diary now broke the meter.
you glumly take a seat on an unoccupied bench outside of the arts building, trying your best to hold in your tears at the absolute wreck this day has become. no chai tea, early period, squeaky easel, park sungho not even knowing your nameâ
âum, y/n?â
as soon as the first tear rolls down your cheek, your hear that all too familiar voice in your ears, a tall shadow blocking the slight rays of the moon in the distance. everything feels unreal, almost hallucinatory as your lift your head to see the man of all your dreams standing right in front of you with a shy smile on his perfect, perfect face.
as soon as he locks eyes with you though, his smile falters, his lips turning down into one of the softest frowns youâve ever seen grace such an angelic face. snapping yourself out of your mini daze, you reach up with the sleeve of your jacket to quickly wipe your eyes.Â
not now tear ducts! the love of your life is in your vicinity! and he knows your name!
âhey, sungho! hi,â you rush out in one breath, hoping your voice isnât too shaky.Â
âare youâŠâ sunghoâs question starts off as a small mumble, but he quickly cuts himself off with a tiny shake of his head. ân-nevermind. i just wanted to give this to you.â
you watch him as he digs around in his green satchel for a second before pulling out something bright pink, the street lights reflecting off of the sparkles. you feel your heart leap in your chest at the sight, jumping up from your seat.
âmy journal! oh my god, thank you! where did you find it?â you quickly speak as sungho passes you your journal.
âit was in the art studio. i promise i didnât read any of it so⊠yea.âÂ
his fingers lightly brush yours for a split second and the end of his sentence falters a bit. you try not to read into it, but this moment is definitely, for sure going in your journal tonight. your first ever, longer-than-30-seconds encounter with the love of your life. totally disregarding the fact that he saw you cryingâŠÂ
you clutch the notebook to your chest as you give him a bright beam, trying to keep all of the squealing and fawning locked away in your mind. sungho looks incredibly gorgeous in the low ray of evening lights, strands of his shiny hair tucked behind his ear and falling over his forehead. as the wind blows, youâre able to get a whiff of the sweet cologne he always wears, vanilla and another hidden tone that mixes perfectly.
âthank you, sungho. really, thank you.â your voice is soft as you meet his sparkling eyes; theyâre deep and mesmerizing, glittering with stardust as he mirrors your smile. he nods ever so slightly before gripping his satchel strap with both of his hands.
âum, yea. itâs no problem,â he speaks through a small puff of nervous laughter. youâre surprised you haven't melted to the ground in a puddle of love-ridden goo yet. âhave a good night.âÂ
âyou too!â you say a little too enthusiastically. sungho simply nods again before he turns on his heel to leave towards the direction he came in. suddenly, he stops, turning back around to face you.
âi⊠my dorm is that way,â he rushes out before speedwalking past you without giving you a second glance. you hold back a giggle at his cute slip up, covering your mouth with your hand. Â
he. is. so. cute. you want to scream the words to the sky. as soon as sungho disappears around the corner, you wip out your phone, your heart pounding in your chest.
to: dumb and dumber
guys. youâll never fucking guess what just happened.
MISSION P.S.H
6:15 a.m | weather: clear skies
dear diary,
i dreamt of him. again. please kill me already.
â...and then i was like what? because that was the same guy i hooked up with last week!â yujin spills as she dramatically reenacts her encounter at some party she went to last night. youâre having lunch with your friends in the courtyard, the chatter of students, bikes, and overhead planes mixing with the warm breeze.
âi told you he was a fuckboy. and then you called me an annoying virgin,â jaehyun deadpans as he takes a bite out of his sandwich, shrugging his shoulders. you laugh at their bickering from the other side of the table, looking back down at your journal where you are currently doodling the scene in front of you, but with yujin and jaehyun as cats.
yujin rolls her eyes, opening her mouth to rebuttal, but she stops herself as her eyes catch onto something over your shoulder. you watch as her eyes widen toward you, immediately catching onto what that stare means.
âpark sungho incoming. act normal!â
you sit up straighter, trying to act nonchalant as sungho strolls up to your table. as naturally as possible, you lift your gaze toward him, your breath catching in your throat as soon as your eyes lock onto his figure.
today, heâs in a simple white t-shirt, zip-up, and jeans with his classic green satchel, but to you, he looks other-worldly. the sun shines brightly above his head, casting a spotlight onto him as if he were standing solo on a stage. you envision red rose petals falling around him in slow motion as he blinks, his long eyelashes tickling his cheeks with the movement. his skin is slightly flushed from the humid air, his lips full and plush as a smile stretches across his perfect face.Â
heâs going to be the death of me, you think, holding back a dreamy sigh.
âi brought those references you asked for,â sungho directs towards jaehyun with his silky smooth voice, reaching into his satchel to pull out a blue folder of papers. you get deja vu, recalling the way his fingers brushed yours last night (and yes, you recapped the moment to yujin and jaehyun at least three times since then.)
âoh, thanks bro! i totally forgot about these,â jaehyun speaks, grabbing the folder from sunghoâs perfect hands. âhey, are you still going to riwooâs party on saturday?â
âyeah, iâll be there. see you then?âÂ
âyup! iâm dragging these two along with me.â sungho nods with a small smile before his eyes catch onto yujin.
âyour shirt is dope, yujin. i love that band,â sungho compliments and yujin quickly jumps into a recap of how she went to their concert last week. sungho says something about him also being there with a friend and all of it goes through one ear and out of the other. âanyways, iâll see you guys around.â
sungho gives your table one last smile, his eyes catching onto yours for a split second before he merges off into the crowd of students. the table is silent for a few beats and both of your friends turn their eyes to you, just waiting for you to say something. you sigh as you stare off into the direction sungho disappeared in, resting your cheek in your palm.
âis he avoiding me? he has to be avoiding me⊠like he talks to you guys but pretends like iâm not even there!â you speak through a dejected pout. yujin eyes you with something akin to pity, completely contrasting jaehyun whose face is decorated with an annoying smile.Â
âitâs âcause heâs afraid that if he looks you in the eyes, you might eat his soul.â
you completely disregard jaehyunâs comment, running through all of the possible explanations for his behavior in your mind. does he have a secret partner? or maybe he doesnât like the smell of your perfume? what if he thinks you are butt-fuck ugly and a pain to look at? no⊠itâs definitely not that. you remind yourself to give your reflection an apology when you get back to your dorm.Â
your eyes slowly increase in size as you sit up, a eureka moment taking over your train of thought. the gasp that leaves your lips is a little too loud for a public, communal space, but it doesnât even register in your brain.Â
youâve got it all figured out.
âguysâŠâ you start ominously, smiling widely at your friends as you brace your hands on the table. âi think heâs playing hard to get.â
jaehyun and yujin stare at you half-incredulously and half-amused, a puff of laughter even passing through jaehyunâs lips while yujin has to turn away to muffle her giggles.
âyu, i think sheâs finally lost it.â
you shake your head quickly. âno, no, guys, it all makes sense. i caught him staring at me in class onceââ
âanyone would stare if they saw a free-roaming demon in a college art course.â
âjaehyun, i will literally cut your tongue off.â
jaehyun pouts his snakebite-accented lips, turning to yujin with pleading eyes as he gestures towards you on the other side of the table. âdid you hear her? thatâs actually a threat this time. a real threat.â
yujin sighs, half-heartedly patting jaehyunâs shoulder twice to console him before giving her full attention to you.Â
ây/n⊠i think itâs time to have âthe talkâ.â
you blink blankly at yujin before glancing over at jaehyun who is nodding along to said womanâs words, a playfully solemn look on his face.
âwhat âtalkâ?... look, if this is about sex, i already know how babies are made soâŠâ
âno, no, not that talk. the park sungho talk,â yujin explains, reaching across the table to place her hand on top of yours. this feels like some weird group therapy session, and to be honest, your best friends are really starting to creep you out in the way that they seem to communicate silently through their eyes.
what the fuck is going on?
âlet me explain it to you in simple terms,â jaehyun sits up straight before dramatically clearing his throat. âpark sungho plus girlfriend equals no-no. nada. never happened. park sungho plus crush equals âAHHHHHHHHH! THE WORLD IS ENDING!â. park sungho see you. park sungho âAHHHHHHH!!!!ââ
jaehyun shouts in a high-pitched girly voice before doing a little running away motion, covering his eyes as he pretends to tremble before going back to normal.
now itâs time for both you and yujin to stare blankly at jaehyunâthe latter looks incredibly proud of himself nonetheless, his chest puffed out confidently after his little performance. you slowly turn your gaze to yujinâs figure, motioning towards jaehyun next to her.
âcan i get a translation or somethingâŠ?â
yujin sighs before flicking jaehyunâs nose ring, resulting in a drowned out complaint about the both of you âteaming up on himâ or whatever. you both donât pay him any mind thoughâyou have bigger things to worry about, such asâ
âbasically, what heâs trying to say is that sungho has a crush on you, but heâs scared because heâs never had a girlfriend before and he freaks out around you. so he⊠flees like a little baby rabbit when youâre near him,â yujin concludes with a bright smile, clasping her hands together.
okay.
okay.
this is not what you were expecting to hear during your wednesday afternoon lunch break. everything youâve ever known, everything youâve forced yourself to believe comes crumbling down all at once.Â
park sungho has a crush on you.
park sungho has a crush on you.
wait.
âand no one has thought to tell me this until now?â you breathe out, your eyes as wide as saucers. jaehyun shrugs, picking up his sandwich to take a bite.
âwell, itâs kind of something we found out like today,â jaehyun speaks through a mouthful of lettuce and bacon, yujin nodding along next to him.Â
âyou know han taesan from our literature class?â yujin asks, leaning towards you as she lowers her voice. you search your fried brain for any familiarity, humming in thought for a second before it clicks.
âthe one who dresses like a wannabe kurt cobain?â
âyes, him. so basically, sungho confessed to him about his crush on you. and jaehyun and i, who were magically sitting behind mr. han, just so happened to accidentally see their text messages. so. yeah,â yujin explains.
the silence is loud.
âso what iâm hearing is you guys violated someoneâs privacy and now youâre telling me their classified business?â you speak, blinking blankly between then.
â...yes?â jaehyun replies slowly with a guilty smile. you look at them for a few seconds before reaching your hands out for highfives.Â
âi knew i could trust you guys,â you affirm as you double highfive them both, jaehyun letting out a little woop woop. âso, what do i do now? i obviously canât just walk right up to him and ask him out. iâm gonna need a plan if iâm ever going to get him to willingly talk to me.â
âoh, iâm already ten steps ahead of you, babygirl. mission p.s.h is a-go,â jaehyun declares, pulling out his phone. you tilt your head in pure confusion and youâre sure the crinkle between your brows is apparent.Â
âmission pâwhat?â
jaehyun sighs with exasperationâas if you were the cause of all of his troubles in the worldâbefore placing his phone on the table. âmission park sungho. come on, letâs use our head, idiot.â
âi will smash your head intoââ
âyou will do none of those things,â yujin interrupts with a stern motherly glare before turning to jaehyun. ânow can you explain this mission park sungho thing becauseâŠ?â
jaehyun rolls his eyes before leaning back in his seat with a sly smile on his lips.
âi began working on it last night and i was going to show you guys when i finished, but weâre in a dire, dire situation.â jaehyun sends you dramatically sympathetic eyes and you stick your tongue out at him in return. âitâs simple, really. we just set the bait, and like the little baby rabbit he is, heâll bite the carrot. then, once our handy work is done, y/n and sungho will live happily ever after in their fairy princess castle. itâs foolproof.â
jaehyun concludes with a triumphant smile before he slowly slides his phone over towards you like a suspicious dealer. you raise a brow at him, but take the phone anyways.
âphase one, get his attention. so just like⊠get him jealous?â you ask, cocking your head. jaehyun nods quickly in response, his hair bouncing like an overly excited puppy.
âmhm, yup! i know a guy whoâs perfect for this.â
âthat sounds⊠sketchy⊠but a good idea nonetheless.â you squint your eyes a bit as you continue reading the almost illegible notes app ramble. âand then phase twoâŠâ
âget him alone. heâs going to be at riwooâs party, right? right?â you and yujin nod in response. âso we find a way to get him and y/n alone so they can⊠you knowâŠâ jaehyun does some weird, obscure motion with his fingers and yujin gently places her hand on top of his to stop it immediately.
âthis is literally phase two, myungjae. slow down,â yujin chastises before turning to you. âwhat do you think, y/n?â
âwe may need to tweak phase two a bit, but this looks⊠surprisingly safeâŠâ you mutter as you read through the plan once again. âwhy is phase three just a bunch of question marks and thinking emojisâŠ?â
âi didnât get to finish it. i had more important things to tend to last night,â jaehyun smiles menacingly. yujin gags and you groan, rolling your eyes.
âi donât even wanna know,â you say, trying to clear your mind of whatever the hell he meant by that.Â
âi guess weâll just figure something out when we get there?â yujin suggests, looking between you two for approval. you nod in agreement because, well, youâre running out of options here. sungho is one of the worldâs most desirable bachelors! you canât just wait around for another girl to come by and woo him. you need to get to work asap.
âdonât worry. iâll come up with something. they donât call me myungstein for nothing,â jaehyun runs his fingers through his hair cockily, trying to subtly flex his nonexistent muscles.
âliterally no one⊠no one calls you thatâŠâ you trail off but keep the rest of your words to yourself. you owe it to him for making up this plan in the first place.
at this point, youâre going to run out of pages in your journal before the year ends.
PHASE ONE: GET HIS ATTENTION (easy enough, right?)
11:37 a.m | weather: sunny with a nice breeze
dear diary,
iâve decided to listen to myung jaehyun for once. i apologize in advance to my future self. iâm desperate okay?!?!?!
âremember what we practiced?â jaehyun whispers to you as you stand outside of the campus cafe where sungho works. yujin is already stationed inside of the cafe to make sure everything goes well. through the big glass window, you see her sitting in the corner with a comically large newspaper and sunglasses sitting low on her nose. not suspicious at all.
âyes. flirt with that guy with the luscious hair and make sure sungho hears,â you recite the exact words jaehyun had told you on your walk here. jaehyun gives you an affirmative hum, dropping his hand onto your shoulder.
âokay, letâs practice right now. pretend iâm luscious hair guy,â you open your mouth to argue, but jaehyun is already getting into character, dramatically running his fingers through his hair, slipping a cartoonish shmoulder on his face. âhey, pretty lady.â
âjaehyun, thatâs gross. no.â
âwhoâs jaehyun? is he your boyfriend? of course a beauty like you would already be taken,â he speaks in a low voice before biting his lip in the least seductive way possible.
you try not to gag at his words, shrugging his hand off of your shoulder. âiâm going in now. bye.âÂ
drowning out jaehyunâs objections, you open the door of the cafe, the little bells above the door jingling with the movement. your eyes scan the cafe for a second before they land on a familiar figure making small talk with some guy as he serves him coffee. he looks so handsome in his work uniform, a white button-up and brown slacks with a matching brown apron. his hair is a little curlier than usual and he has on his glasses again today.Â
you definitely wouldnât mind seeing this every day. maybe you should come to this cafe more often.
you try to calm the frantic beating of your heart as you give yujin a curt nod. she gives you one back before ducking behind the newspaper again. itâs go time.
it doesnât take you long to spot âluscious hair guyâ, seeing as heâs currently working the front register. heâs tall and attractive, the perfect bait. honestly, you have no idea what jaehyun bribed him with to get him to go with your plan, and honestly, you donât really want to know.Â
you quickly adjust your clothes as you walk up to the counter. luscious hair guyâs eyes lock onto yours and you offer him an affable smile.
âhi!â you greet brightly before leaning in to quickly whisper the code word âp.s.hâ. luscious hair guy nods quickly in recognition before the both of you get into character.
âhello! what can i get for you today?â he asks with a glimmering smile, leaning forward in interest. you pretend to think, tapping your lips as you glance up at the menu.
âhm⊠iâve never been here before⊠what do you recommend?â you ask with a (hopefully) flirtatious smile. just then, you notice sungho slip behind the counter to put some dishes away, his eyes widening once he sees your face. it takes less than two seconds for him to duck his head away, turning his back to you as he frantically begins organizing some mugs.Â
âthe vanilla caramel latte is really good,â leehan suggests, shooting you an award winning smile. someone get this guy a oscar!
âthen iâll get that,â you dramatically glance down at his name tag. âthanks, leehan.â
over the tall manâs shoulder, you notice sungho inconspicuously walk over to the front counter, his eyes flickering over to the both of you for a split second. he busies himself by adjusting the pastry display, but you can see him definitely listening in on your conversation.
âiâm sorry if this sounds odd, but you have a really beautiful smile,â leehan compliments shyly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. you gasp before letting out a small giggle.
âwow, thank you!â you breathe out, blinking up at leehan coyly. âyouâre pretty cute yourself.â
âthat means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you.â in your peripheral, you see sungho slightly tense up, his entire body stilling for a moment. âiâll get that right out for you.â
at those words words, sungho abruptly stands up, nearly slamming the display shut before going to wipe down tables. leehan smiles at you once sunghoâs back is turned to the both of you, trying to hold in his laughter.
âheâs upset,â leehan mouths, nodding his head towards sungho who is currently aggressively scrubbing an already stainless table. perfect.
you head over to a vacant table, a few away from yujin, but still close enough to whisper âi think itâs workingâ. yujin lowers her sunglasses with a manicured nail, glancing over at sungho who is aggressively scrubbing another table; his lips are pouted and his eyebrows are slightly furrowed. she turns back to you with a knowing look, nodding her head.
you scroll on your phone for a bit, making sure to update jaehyun who had a presentation this afternoon. youâre sure that if he were free, heâd be in a wig and spectacles, adorned in a trench coat and briefcase right there with yujin. maybe his absence is for the better.
a few minutes later, you hear that all too familiar, lovely voice flow through the quiet buzz of the cafe. you look up from your phone to see leehan moving to plate your order with sungho hot on his heels.
âleehan, i can take that order for you,â sungho speaks, his gentle voice a little sharper around the edges. you see leehan brush him off with a warm smile, adjusting the mug on the tray.
âoh, itâs okay, iâve got it,â he says, but sungho quickly cuts him off.
âno, no, i insist. really.â sungho gives leehan a tight-lipped smile before shooing him off to take another order. your eyes widen, quickly turning toward yujin whoâs wiggling her eyebrows at you over the newspaper.
âit worked!â she mouths. you hide your smile behind your hand as you nod quickly before looking down at your phone to text jaehyun.
to: dumber
the fish has landed in the hole. or however that goes
when you finally look back up, sungho is making his way over to you, his bottom lip cutely caught between his teeth.
âoh, hi sungho!â you greet when he stops at your table, awkwardly holding the tray in front of his chest.Â
âhi, y/n. uh, here you go.â sungho gives you a shaky smile and you resist the urge to coo. heâs so cute, in the way his hands shake slightly as he lowers the mug and a slice of strawberry cake onto the table.
âoh, i didnât order the cake!â you say, meeting his eyes. sungho nervously laughs as he tucks the now empty tray under his arm.
âitâs⊠um, itâs on the house,â he messily motions towards your table before gluing his arms back to his sides. âeverything is.â
âreally? youâre so sweet, sungho. thank you.â you think you are going to float out of your seat. he quickly looks away from your gaze after your compliment, redirecting his eyes to his shoes. his ears are slightly blushed on the tips, his circular glasses slipping down his nose slightly.
âdonât mention it,â he mumbles, his cheeks dusted an apple red that match his ears. âalso, your um⊠your outfit is really nice.â
yup. youâre definitely floating.
âthank you so much! you look nice, too. i mean, you look nice in everything,â you giggle, watching the way sunghoâs wide eyes shoot up to yours. he looks like a surprised kitten with the way his black curls fall into his face at the sudden movement. you get the sudden urge to gently brush them away, but you remind yourself of proper etiquette and keep your hands to yourself.
âthatâs⊠thatâs not true, but thank you,â he speaks quietly. you open your mouth to rebuttal, but sungho simply gives you a quick nod and scurries off back to the counter. you canât even be disappointed this timeâthat little interaction was enough to feed your delusions for the next month and a half.
as soon as sungho makes it back behind the counter, you see him drop his head into his hands in embarrassment, shaking his head. leehan comes up behind him to give him a pat on the back, trying to hold in his laughter. the luscious haired guy gives you a thumbs up over sunghoâs shoulder and you shoot him one back with a wide smile. mission accomplished, you guess as you take a bite of the fluffy cake.Â
so sweet.
ïœĄâ§ËđââËđË Â· .
5:14 p.m | weather: ANGELS SINGING FROM ABOVE
dear diary,
park sungho wrote his number on the napkin. i have park sungho's number. he gave me his number. we're sooooo back.
PHASE TWO: GET HIM ALONE (and not in the creepy way!!!)
if there was one thing about your best friends, it would be how hard they party. itâs not like you were a prude or anythingâdefinitely not thatâbut these two took parties to a different level. you arenât sure how long youâve been dancing in between jaehyun and yujin, squeezed between other sweaty bodies as the music thrums through your veins. jaehyunâs hands are on your hips and yujinâs arms are wrapped around your shoulders as you laugh with your head thrown back, letting loose. there is no room to be shy when it comes to partying with them.
your friend riwoo went all out for this end of the semester party, it seems. he rented out a beach house that sits right along the shore and youâre pretty sure he invited more than half of your entire university. you already greeted the host with hugs and small talk before you went straight for the drinks. as the song playing through the speakers comes to an end, the dj announces that fireworks are going off at the beach at 2 a.m, so people start stumbling and filing out of the house to see the pretty lights and colors.
âyou wanna get another drink?â yujin shouts into your ear and you nod quickly. you definitely arenât drunk enoughâespecially for what you guys have planned tonight. phase two.
âiâm gonna go find sungho,â jaehyun manages to say in his already drunken state before disappearing into the crowd, greeting at least 3 people as he makes his way through. you grab yujinâs hand to tug her toward the nearly vacant kitchen. most of the drinks are outside at the beach, but this is all a part of the plan. you rummage around in the fridge hoping to find anything to calm your nerves.
âcalm down, y/n. you look like youâre going to explode,â yujin laughs from behind you, leaning against the marble island.
âbecause i am. iâve never been alone with him before. what if i say something stupid?â you whine, still searching for anything that isnât soda or juice.
â...like you always do?â yujin quips back quickly. you pause to give her a tiny glare over your shoulder before you deflate, turning back to the fridge.
â...fair. but still! i really donât want to mess this up,â you sigh. as if the fridge itself has begun to pity you, you end up finding something tucked away near the back, though youâre freaking out too much to even read the label. with a shrug, you uncap it and drink straight from the bottle.
âyou got this. remember, he already likes you. i donât think he can be saved at this point.â
âyouâre right,â you say, looking down at your heels, but once her words fully process in your tipsy mind, your head snaps right back up âwait, whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âit means that all you have to be is yourself. weâre all rooting for you!â yujin rushes over to plant a kiss on your cheek before patting your head. ânow, i have an appointment upstairs, so iâll see you later! keep me updated!â
âwait, yujin!â you call, but sheâs already slipped right through your fingers. you huff as she disappears around the corner, her menacing giggles fading into the music like an evil villain. whatever. you have more important things to worry about right nowâsuch as sungho entering the kitchen not even a beat later looking otherworldly.
your fingers nearly slip on the neck of the bottle as your eyes lock onto each otherâs. sungho looks good. and by good, you mean you-want-to-jump-his-bones-right-here-right-now good.Â
his usually messy hair is pushed back and out of his face, a few strands falling onto his forehead. heâs ditched his glasses and his eyes look even more sharp and enticing like thisâas if heâs staring straight into your soul. heâs wearing a cropped black tee with jeans, adorning multiple silver necklaces that shine against his skin. his soft lips are glossy from the drink in his hands, his cheek slightly flushed from the alcohol.
youâve never seen him look like this before. the cute park sungho youâre so used to is somewhere dead in a ditch right now. god.
you canât even speak as he shoots you a smile, his eyes softening with familiarity.
âhey,â he says, his gaze flickering to the bottle in your hands. âyou alright there?â
you look down at your hands, quickly moving to place the bottle on the counter behind you with a guilty smile.
âyeahâyeah, no, iâm great. perfect, actually.â you find yourself stumbling over your own words. if you thought you werenât drunk enough to handle this before, now you think you are too drunk to even process the sight in front of you.
âwhyâre you in here alone? everyoneâs heading down to the beach,â sungho says as he rounds the island.Â
he has to be drunk, if not for the way he so boldly rakes his eyes over your body without shame. you swallow, blinking up at him. you can see him very obviously checking you out, his eyes running up the expanse of your exposed legs to the hem of your mini dress. heâs not too close, but you can still smell his vanilla-and-something-secret cologne with the proximity. you feel yourself grow weak in the knees, reaching back to hold onto the counter behind you.Â
âi could be asking you the same thing,â you shoot back, trying to regain your confidence as you catch his eyes. sungho lets out of a puff of laughter, dropping his gaze for a second before looking back up at you. you feel your heart catch in your throat at the way his eyelashes flutter so beautiful, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip absentmindedly.
âi guess i was looking for you,â he speaks quietly, so sincerely that you arenât sure if he knows the effect he has on you right now.Â
âwell, iâm here now,â you mumble back.Â
âyeah. you are.â
the silence in between you guys is incredibly heavy, dripping with unsaid words and you canât seem to find any of them. they all feel stuck in your throat as sunghoâs eyes flicker in between yours. for once, heâs not the first one to break eye contactâand you even watch as he takes a few steps closer to you until heâs standing directly in front of you.Â
ây/nâŠâ he whispers, leaning down so only you can hear him. his hair tickles your face and you find yourself frozen, unable to move. âcan i⊠can i kiss you?â
okay, heâs definitely drunk. but so are you, so you have nothing to lose.
âyes. please,â you whisper back and heâs on you before you can even blink.
sunghoâs lips are as plush and sweet as you imagined them to be. he tastes of the fruity alcohol that sits in his now abandoned cup,your stomach flipping as he gently works his lips against yours. one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek, and you notice his fingers slightly shaking against your skin. even when heâs like this, heâs still so cute, it drives you crazy.
you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you until your bodies are pressed flush against each other. you tangle your fingers into his hair and at your actions, he softly sighs, falling into you even more. you swallow all of his noises as you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip for permission; pliantly, he parts his lips for you, a quiet moan leaving his lips when you slightly tug on his hair.
you feel his strong arm circle around your waist, his fingers splayed out against the fabric of your thin dress. youâre wrapped up in his scent, an all encompassing mantra of sungho, sungho, sungho filling your brain. he handles you gently, but so desperately as he licks into your mouth, his teeth grazing over your lips.
you canât help the noises leaving your mouth as he subconsciously slips a leg in between yours, holding you impossibly closer to him. you can feel his rapid heart beat through his shirt, and youâre sure your own heart is pounding just as fast. heâs addicting in all sense of the word, your mind growing foggy as you grind up into him. he guides you with his arm, his other hand rubbing soothing circles onto your cheek. itâs everything and more, and when he finally parts for air, you find yourself chasing after his lips desperately.Â
âis thisâis this okay?â sungho stutters through a whisper, referring to the position the two of you are in.Â
you nod quickly, biting your lip as you look up into his eyes. his pupils are fully blown out, his lips bitten red, covered in a thin layer of your saliva. his chest rises and falls quickly as he looks down at you and something akin to pride fills your chest at the sight. you made him like this. heâs so perfect.Â
âfuck, youâre gorgeous,â he breathes out before capturing your lips again. heâs a little more feverish this time, moaning against your lips as you grind against his leg. he seems to be getting off on you getting off, and the thought alone is driving you crazy.Â
you donât even think about how you both are still in plain sight, right up against the kitchen counter where anyone could walk in at any time. and the little bubble that the two of you have built comes crashing down as a familiar voice breaks through your muddled haze.
âiâm gonna puke. need water,â jaehyun shouts as he runs into the kitchen before getting dizzy, moving to sit criss cross on the floor with his head in his hands.
âoh my god,â you groan as sungho hesitantly pulls himself away from you. âiâm so sorry, sungho.â
heâs clearly disheveled, his shirt slightly riding up exposing the smooth expanse of his lower stomach. his hair is a mess from your fingers, his lips are bruised, and itâs almost impossible to not notice the obvious bulge in his pants. despite it all, heâs still an angel, offering you a gentle smile.
âiâll get him water, donât worry,â sungho says, his face flushed red as he goes to grab a cup. you turn your gaze to the shitfaced jaehyun on the floorâyou hold back any and all urges to cuss him out because 1. heâs incredibly drunk so the words wonât hurt him enough and 2. sungho is right there.Â
you walk over to crouch down in front of jaehyun, placing a hand on his shoulder. âkeep it in, myungjae, or i swearâŠâ
jaehyun mumbles some incomprehensible gibberish and you sigh quietly. as much of a cockblock as he is right now, your friendsâ wellbeing always comes first.
âhere,â sungho says from above you. you look up to see him holding out a cup of water to you with a tiny, awkward smile on his lips.Â
you already want to kiss him again.
âthank you,â you reply softly, returning the smile. âmyung, you awake?â you shake jaehyunâs shoulder a few times before he finally slurs out more gibberish. âiâm gonna need words, hun.â
âi think⊠i think iâm drunkâŠâ he mumbles before groaning again, slumping forward against you.Â
âyeah, no shit,â you deadpan. you place the water down next to you so you can lift his head up with both hands. jaehyunâs cheeks squish together like a chipmunk as he sleepy blinks at you. âwake up. whereâs yujin?â
âshe left with someone⊠i didnât seeâŠâ he trails off before slumping forward again. âiâm gonna puke.â
âno, youâre not. drink this.â you try your best to help him drink the water, even though most of it spills onto his shirt. whatever. âiâm taking you home.â
jaehyun doesnât respond other than a hiccup and another incomprehensible mumble.
âdo you need some help?â
oh, right. sungho is still right here. you feel half-embarrassed and half-disappointed at the prospect of leaving him high and dry right here, but jaehyun needs your help right now. you wave sungho off with a small laugh and a shake of your head.
âi got him. weâll call a driver.â
âare you sure? i can go with you guys.â
âitâs okay! enjoy the party.â you insist, trying to get jaehyun to drink more water. sungho nibbles on his lip in thought, watching the scene in from of him.
âiâll wait outside with you guys at least.â
âyou really donât have toâŠâ but sungho cuts you off with an insistent look and you find yourself giving in all too quickly. âokay. can you help me get him up?â
with much struggle and some extra hands from angel sungho, you guys manage to get jaehyun on his feet. you throw his arm over your shoulders and wrap your own around his waist to hold him up straight. sungho helps you steady him from the other side and you mentally thank him a thousand times over again because youâre sure jaehyun wouldâve already crushed you by now if he wasnât here.
âcarry me like a princess,â jaehyun mumbles, lolling his head to the side, his entire body complete jelly.
âiâm not carrying you like a princess, jaehyun,â you speak blankly as you make your way to the front of the beach house.
âsungho, carry me like a princess.â all sungho does it laugh lightly and take more of jaehyunâs weight from you.Â
âcome on, myungjae. left foot, right foot⊠there you go. youâre actually walking now, good job.â
ïœĄâ§ËđââËđË Â· .
sungho waits with the both of you on the steps, jaehyun half asleep on your shoulder. what a way to end your night. sungho is eerily quiet as he watches the party-goers in the distance, the fireworks painting the sky in an array of colors and light. itâs beautiful you think, and as you turn your head to gaze at sungho, the lights reflecting in his dark eyes, you think heâs even more beautiful.
âare you⊠are you sure youâll be okay?â sungho suddenly asks, turning his head to face you.
âiâm sure. i donât want to ruin your night,â you reply with a small smile, though sungho frowns at your words.
âyou could never ruin my night,â he says so seriously, you think you mightâve misheard for a moment. sunghoâs gaze is heavy on you and youâre at a loss for words again, your mouth clamping shut. you feel your stomach do flips at his words, so simple yet so perfect. everything he does makes you fall for him even more.
you donât speak for a few minutes after that and you donât need to. the silence is calming this time. of course, there are a million things you want to say to sungho, but now doesnât feel like the right time. not when jaehyun is a zombie next to you, mumbling in his half-asleep daze. sungho seems to be keeping his words to himself as well, glancing over at you from time to time.Â
finally, a black car pulls up in the driveway and you get a notification that your driver is here.
âiâi think thatâs our car. thank you for your help, sungho,â you speak as you go to shake jaehyun awake.
âyeah, itâs no problem,â sungho sheepishly smiles, tucking his hands in his pockets. âum, y/nâŠ?â
âhm?â you ask over your shoulder as you help your mumbling best friend to a stand. sungho watches the scene in front of him before shaking his head.
â...nevermind. get back safely, okay?â when you meet his eyes again, theyâre sparkling with something unsaid. and somehow, you know exactly what heâs trying to say.
âwill do,â you affirm with a small smile before shushing jaehyun as he begins to whine about needing to puke again. âgoodnight, sungho!!â
âgoodnight, y/n.â
your clingy, drunk best friend drops his head onto your shoulder again as soon as you manage to get into the car, cuddling up to your side like a koala. with a sigh, you gaze out of the window and back toward the house. none of this feels real yet, but youâre sure itâll all hit you once youâre completely sober.
as you begin to drive off, you notice a figure with black hair softly banging his head against the front wall of the house before regaining his composure, making his way back down to the beach.Â
ïœĄâ§ËđââËđË Â· .
12:47 p.m | weather: chilly
dear diary,
we kissed. we actually kissed. but he was drunk, so i donât know what any of this means. did he mean to kiss me? does he regret it? he hasnât texted me, or called me. should i text him first? iâve never been this nervous over anything before. maybe because it all feels too real now. i like him a lot. i donât want to ruin this.
also jaehyun puked in my dorm last night. great.
PHASE THREE: UH⊠NOT SURE YET (never let myung jaehyun plan anything)
you usually arenât one to bed rot, but itâs been two days since riwooâs party and youâre sure that you are absolutely done for.
you had finally gave in and texted sungho asking if he got home safe that night. he replied with the driest message youâve ever seen, and left you on delivered after you asked him what his plans were for the week.Â
and yes, you called for a best friend night so you could cry and tell you friends everything that happened. yujin had suggested that maybe he just needed some time to process thingsâit wouldnât be out of character for him to avoid you in the first place, but you really thought you had made some semblance of progress that night.
jaehyun suggested that maybe he realized you are a bad kisser and never wants to see you again. you chose to flick him on the forehead and proceed to attempt suffocation with a pillow (which did not work. sadly.)Â
now youâre laying in your bed hugging a plushie as you sadly scroll through your timeline at 4 p.m on a sunny sunday afternoon. yujin is out probably seeing the world why you are here hoping to disappear from it. you wouldâve never thought that being ghosted could hurt you this badâprobably because you have never liked anyone as much as you like sungho.Â
your heart physically hurts, but you try your best to not think too negatively. maybe yujin was right. maybe he just needed to sort things out by himself first. jaehyun, on the other hand, can go to hell.
you continue to scroll through funny cat videos until you suddenly get an incoming call from âp.s.h <3â.
the speed that you sit up at could beat lightning, your eyes comically widening as the caller i.d fills the screen. your fingers answer the call before you can even run through the possibilities of delusion and hallucination, pressing the phone to your ear.
âhello?â you speak, trying to sound as normal as possible. thereâs a bit of shuffling on the other end of the line before sunghoâs voice flows through.
âhey, y/n. are you free right now?â sungho asks, his voice half-unsure and half-hopeful. you bite your lip to suppress the smile creeping onto your face.
âright nowâŠ? i guess i have some time,â you exaggerate. what? he ghosted you for two days! you canât seem too available!
sungho lets out a breath from the other end of the line, shuffling around again. âum, sorry if this is sudden, but can we meet up? i⊠i need to see you right now.â
you have to physically clutch your blanket in order to stop yourself from jumping with joy. park sungho wants to see you. park sungho wants to see you right now! it seems as if all of your wishes have been granted. fuck you, myung jaehyun!
âyeah, we can meet up. where?â
ïœĄâ§ËđââËđË Â· .
you notice sunghoâs messy black hair as soon as you turn the corner to the flower garden situated in the middle of the large park across the street from your campus. heâs wearing a black long sleeve and jeans with a belt, his green satchel resting on the bench next to him. his glasses hang on the edge of the nose and he seems to be sketching something, his brows slightly furrowed as he focuses intently on his page.
those familiar fluttery feelings fill your chest when he looks up at the sound of your footsteps in the grass. his gaze softens when he meets your eyes, closing his sketchbook as you near him.
âhi,â you start with a shy smile. you suddenly feel self-conscious with his heavy gaze on you, looking down at your shoes. you realize that youâre both wearing converses again today.Â
âhi,â sungho says before motioning to the empty spot on the bench next to him. âsit, sit.â
you nod once, cautiously taking a seat next to him. your heart pounds in your chest at the close proximity, which is ridiculous considering the fact that you two were much closer just a couple of days ago, but for some reason, everything feels a little different this time.Â
late spring flowers bloom around you, pinks and yellows mixing with the green shrubbery. itâs sunny out, but a a cool breeze combats the bright sun rays. itâs a perfect day and sungho looks even more perfect. heâs back to his usual self it seems, unable to meet your eyes as he clears his throat.Â
âso, um⊠i just want to start off by saying that iâm sorry.â
you make a small sound of confusion, tilting your head at him. âsorry about what? you didnât do anything wrongâŠâ
âno, i did. i havenât spoken to you since the party and i just⊠i donât know. i got stuck in my own head,â sungho explains softly as he peeks up at you. his leg is bouncing slightly with nervousness and you want to reach over and comfort him. âi thought that maybe you only kissed me because we were both drunk. or maybe you felt pressured to⊠i donât know. itâs stupid.â
he shakes his head before looking down at his lap, wringing his hands nervously. this time, you actually do reach a hand out, your fingers resting atop his. his hands immediately still as he lifts his head to find your eyes. theyâre completely vulnerable, all of his guards lowered around you.
âitâs not stupid. i didnât feel pressured to do anything. i kissed you because thatâs what iâve wanted to do for a whole year now.â
sunghoâs eyes widen at your words, his mouth dropping open a bit in shock. âa whole year?â
âsungho, i have liked you ever since that introductory art class in freshman year. i thought that you didnât like me,â you finally confess. sungho frowns at your words, his fingers calmly moving to lace with yours. his hands are as soft as his gaze on you and you feel yourself settle at his touch, relaxing a bit as his thumb brushes against the back of your hand.
âiâm sorry that i made you feel that way. i just get really nervous when youâre around, as you can see,â he laughs, looking down at his bouncing leg. âi donât know why it took me so long to say this, but iâm not going to wait any longer. my friend, taesan, kinda knocked some sense into me yesterday.â
you mentally thank kurt cobain, trying to conceal the sun-shaming smile threatening to appear on your face. sungho looks incredibly nervous as he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a secondâand when he opens them again, they drip with so much sincerity and affection, you feel all of the air leave your lungs.
ây/n, i like you. i like everything about you, and iâm sorry iâve been such a coward this whole time. i guess i just never thought that someone like you, someone so beautiful, and talented, and sweet, would like someone like me,â he speaks, laughing a bit at himself at the end. you quickly shake your head, squeezing his hand.
âyouâre also beautiful, talented, and sweet, thoughâŠâ you mutter through a pout becauseâhow could he ever think he was anything but all of the good things in the world!Â
âiâm also an idiot for waiting this long,â he adds and okay, that you can agree with, butâŠ
âi guess i am too, then,â you respond through a tiny smile. this moment is all you couldâve asked for. âsungho, can i kiss you?â
the words leave your slips before you can catch them, but sungho gives you no time to back track. with a small smile and a tiny nod, he reaches up to cup the side of your face and you get deja vu as soon as his skin touches yours.Â
âplease,â he whispers with pleading eyes.
you are so down bad, itâs insane.
this kiss feels like your first some reason; the your heart flutters as he delicately presses his lips to yours. now that youâre fully sober, youâre hyper aware of everything.his fingers tremble with nervousness and you smile into this kiss. thereâs no reason to rush as you take him in, all of him, from his vanilla cologne, to his careful hands.Â
his entire body melts as you rest a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the pads of your fingertips. you canât help but giggle a bit as you feel just how fast his heart is beating, somehow even faster than last time. sungho slowly pulls away, looking at you with pink dusted cheeks.
âwhy are you laughing?â he asks cutely, cocking his head like a curious kitten.
âyouâre just so cute. i canât help it,â you smile before quickly pecking his lips again. sunghoâs cheeks brighten at your words, reaching up to cover his face with his hands.
âyou canât just say things like that!â
âoh? i canât?â you ask teasingly. he drops his hands and shakes his head at you with a pout. âwhat about if i were your girlfriend? can i say it then?â
âonly if i get to be your boyfriend,â sungho says back, a tiny smile climbing onto his lips. you pretend to think for a second, tapping your finger on your chin.
âhm⊠sounds like a fair deal to me.â
âthen a deal it is.â
ïœĄâ§ËđââËđË Â· .
âguys. guys. it was so amazing. we confessed to each other, and then we took a walk together and held hands, and then we got lunch together before his class, and then weâŠâ you ramble on about your day with sungho as you sit with your best friends on a blanket in the field, sighing dreamily as you reminiscence about his soft lips and cute smiles. heâs so perfect, in every single way. you canât believe you can call yourself his girlfriend now.
âwere the flowers pretty?â yujin asks from where sheâs laying on her back, looking up at the multi-hued sky. jaehyun chuckles from his spot in between you guys, his arms folded behind his head as his eyes follow a passing bird.
âof course they were! and they evenâwait. wait⊠how did you know i was at the flower garden?â you ask, looking in between the both of them with accusation. they give each other another one of those classic communicating-with-eyes looks before turning to you with knowing smiles. âoh my god. you guys planned this, didnât you?â
âyup! i perfected it last night,â jaehyun smiles, throwing an arm over your shoulder. "phase three? let nature take its course. i managed to get some help from kurt âtaesanâ cobain yesterday.â
âyou are actually insane,â you speak dumbfoundedly. thereâs nothing else you can say though because at the end of the day, sungho is now yours and you are his. albeit, the way you got here was a little iffy.
âmyungstein, iâm telling you. the nationâs #1 matchmaker,â jaehyun speaks cockily, folding his hands behind his head as he turns to you with a cheeky smile.Â
ânope. still not calling you that.â you roll your eyes at his antics, but you canât stop the smile from slipping onto your lips as the three of you watch the sunset. youâre content, the soft breeze drifting across your cheeks, the scent of vanilla and blushed cheeks soothing your mind.
ïœĄâ§ËđââËđË Â· .
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blood soaked tears |mafia!eddie munson x reader|
prompt: eddie gets hurt, and continues to hurt himself. you're not staying around to watch.
bad description holy shit, but if you remember from the old blog (rip) this is the angst you wanted lol. also my first fic (not repost) since starting this blog!!! a long angsty one so buckle up!!!
contains: 18+ minors dni, mafia!eddie au, blood, guns, eddie is shot and hospitalized, language, fighting, mentions of eddie's dad (derogatory), angst, angst, ANGST
You knew.
You knew from the first shrill of the black landline on your desk. You knew from the quivering sigh on the other line. You knew from the rasp in Hopper's voice, the urgent tone that he desperately tried to mask as calm when he told you, "It's Eddie. He-He's... You need to get down here. He's in the hospital."
The twisting gut punched sensation that sent a shock through your nervous systems, senses tightened with fear and shaking with every fear-filled step of your strappy heels clacking fiercely against the pavement. You could barely grasp your key to turn the ignition, all quivering hands that fumbled, a white knuckled grip on the wheel of the Porsche, the car zipping and gliding through the streets of Hawkins with ease.
Eddie had bought it for you for the speed. Told you how pretty you looked in your little sports car, how much he loved watching you drive and go fast. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably, bile rising thick in your throat at the thought. You didn't want to see the state Eddie was in. You weren't sure you could bear it.
The drive to the hospital was filled with racing thoughts, consuming anxieties that whirred and raced through your mind. What happened? Are the other boys ok? Oh God, who's going to take care of the dogs? They're still at the house and need to be let out. Did anyone tell Wayne? Should I tell Wayne? I need to call him, maybe the hospital will let me use their phone.
What if he's dead?
That sickening, ringing question that only got louder and louder, deafening you with the cruelty of the words. The harsh reality that you very well could be facing your worst fears. You didn't want to think about life without Eddie. You couldn't.
You couldn't imagine not waking up next to him every day. Not feeling his sweet kisses in the morning. Never hearing him hum lowly in his chest, swaying with you in the kitchen. Being without that beautiful laugh that bubbled out of his chest, shook through his body and always left him with a dimpled smile that radiated over to you filling you with warmth. Never hearing him tell you he loved you, or holding him, or watching him throw toys in the backyard with the dogs.
You couldn't do it. You wouldn't.
The fluorescent lighting of the hospital did nothing to help the eery feeling that settled deep in the pit of your tummy.
Hopper's gruff voice stopped you, calling your name before you could get on the elevator, tunnel visioned and determined though you didn't know where you were going.
"Hop," You hated the way your voice shook, frail and wobbly; afraid. "What's going on? Where is he? I-Is he ok?"
Hopper sighed slow, heavy, a horrifying sign to you. "They've got the west wing on the second floor cleared for him." He said lowly, eyes scanning around. "We can talk up there."
"W-What happened?" You asked. The lights were getting brighter by the second, you were sure of it.
"He got hurt." Hopper said slowly, vaguely, nodding towards another officer while his eyes still scanned around. He was looking for a threat.
You passed two other men in the waiting room, inconspicuous waiting patients- but you'd seen them before. They worked for Eddie. They were here for backup, you knew enough to know that. The realization made you sick.
Hopper pushed back the restricted area, past the bustling nurses and doctors all scurrying with medical equipment, to the back elevator. The emergency elevator for staff only.
The elevator creaked, stopping with a low thud in front of you, craning open with an ominous groan. You could barely move, barely will your brain to tell your legs to get on, much too consumed with the terrorizing what-ifs.
Hopper looked ahead, spine straightening as the numbers climbed. The other officer moved his hand to his holster, gripping his gun as nonchalantly as he could, but you didn't miss it.
"Is he dead?" You asked, your own voice surprising yourself.
The other officer turned to Hopper, eyes cutting carefully to monitor his reaction. Hopper didn't turn, kept his head pointed forward, eyes trained on the doors. "No."
You could feel your shoulders fall in some sort of relief, muscles quaking at the release in pressure. The chime of the elevator accompanied the low groan of the doors parting for the three of you to step off.
The hallway ahead looked like something out of your worst nightmares. Dim and dark, flickering with lights and all together abandoned. There were men by the elevator, men by the doors, posted down the secluded halls. They all looked at you solemnly when you passed, eyes falling down in sorrow.
Gareth's mess of curls passed by the small, narrowed window of the closed door, once then twice, pacing furiously.
"Gareth?" His eyes flickered towards yours when you entered, wide and red-rimmed.
Jeff lifted his head, hands folded and placed between spread legs, head hung low with defeat. Max looked angry, furious, those steel eyes cutting and calculated; she was planning her revenge already. She was always so good at considering every step, carefully considering the best outcomes with optimal damages. It's why she was one of Eddie's closest 'goons'. He always laughed when he called her that.
Your chest ached at the thought, knowing you wouldn't hear his laugh today.
"What happened?" You asked, eyes darting from him to Jeff to Max. "I-Is he alright?"
"He got shot." Max snapped bitterly. You knew she didn't mean to be so biting, that she was angry and hurt; maybe even scared. "They got him in surgery right now."
You paled at the thought, lifeless and hopeless feeling leaving your frame and slithering down your body chillingly. The ringing in your ears returned, a dull screech that made your head spin.
Jeff called your name lightly, brown eyes drooped with pain. These were Eddie's closest friends. His most trusted friends that watched their friend get shot. He wasn't a boss to them, wasn't the mean scary mafia man who put a chilling fear into anyone with a look. To them, that was their friend; and they watched him get shot.
"He got shot in the chest." Jeff said slowly, a shaky exhale that he tried to hide, ducking his head back down.
You swallowed thickly, looking from Hopper back to Gareth, eyes begging for someone to say it wasn't true. To tell you he'd be ok. For Gareth to cackle and tell you, "Munson's had way worse, don't even sweat it," like he did when Eddie had to have stitches from a stabbing.
They didn't this time.
Instead, they all held the same solemn look in their eyes, scared and unknowing.
"They said they won't know if it hit his heart or-or a spinal chord until they open him up." Gareth swallowed, hands clenching to hide the shake in them. "He, uh, he lost a lot of blood."
You exhaled slowly, a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding, ribs feeling like they might cave in entirely, crushing your lungs- your heart.
"D-Do you think he'll be," You willed your voice out of your throat, shuddering breaths that threatened to escape with the tears you held back. "Is he going to be ok?"
No one answered you.
Downcast eyes that refused to meet yours, a thick, uncomfortable tension that lingered in the air, deafeningly loud over the buzz of the air conditioning in the small area.
***
The doctor came shortly after Wayne had arrived. Eddie's uncle sunk into the waiting room chair, knee bouncing furiously, those familiar brown eyes hard and trained on the wall.
No one spoke. No one knew what to say, what to do. That was the worst part, the waiting. Gareth paced, Jeff barely looked up, Max plotted, and Hopper tried to multitask- calling Rick and checking reports, huddled by the phone.
The anxious man still in powder blue scrubs stood before you, voice wavering while he told you Eddie's condition, throwing around the word critical and coma, two phrases that rung in your ears, piercing and loud.
Eddie laid lifelessly before you, a million beeping machines monitoring his condition, a wide tube shoved down his throat, ribcage expanding and falling sharply. Thick lashes that rested neatly on his cheeks. You were always so jealous of how long his lashes were, so beautiful framing those puddle eyes you adored. The dried blood around his mouth and nose, caked on crimson that made your stomach twist.
You'd never seen him so still. So flaccid and rigid, covered in a hospital gown, too colorful for anything Eddie would normally wear. He was never this idle, not even in his deepest sleep. His body twitched, lugged arms that weighed heavy on your body. He'd snore, drool, settle in his sleep; show some signs of life and movement. You used to whine and shove him off you, snap at him the next morning for hogging the blankets.
You wish you could take that back now. You'd let him have all the blankets, you'd let him drool in your hair, drop a heavy arm on you, snore in your ear all night; you'd do anything to have him be ok. Anything to be home in bed with him.
Wayne's shuddering breath startled you lightly, pulling you out of your fixated trance. "Boy," He grumbled, jaw clenched tightly. "What have you gone and done now?"
The doctor told you to be patient, that it would take time. It would be a slow recovery.
The silence crept back into the room, now filled with a background symphony of beeps and crinkling machines to lull out the sound of your dread and pain.
You and Wayne sat side by side, chairs huddled up by Eddie's bed watching him, the rise and fall of his chest, slow and calculated. Both of you scared to look away. Afraid if you did, it might stop.
***
"Missy, didn't I tell you to go home and get some sleep?" Wayne's gruff voice poured through the room, warm and grizzly, a nice contrast to the sharpness of the machines you'd grown used to.
You huffed playfully, folding up the blanket and tucking it in the chair next to your makeshift cot. "I wouldn't be able to sleep at home anyways." You muttered, rubbing at your eyes.
It had been a little over a week since you'd arrived, scared and skittish with that sinking feeling of impending doom. It still hadn't left, consumed your insides and left you queazy, but Eddie had started to improve. The doctors came in with positive reports daily, praises of his condition on the incline. The day before, you and Wayne watched Eddie start to twitch, eyelashes fluttering and moving a tiny bit in his induced sleep.
It made you grin. A little sliver of hope that was returning back to you. Wayne had laughed with you, pulling you close into his side in a comforting hug. "Y'know I always worry 'bout that boy not gettin' enough sleep. Guess on the bright side he'll be pretty well rested now."
You could make jokes now.
Now that Eddie was getting better. Now that they were taking the tube out and pulling him off the heavy sedatives. Now that his beautiful brown eyes were groggily staring into yours, letting you give him water on a sponge to wet his tongue.
"Hi, sweetheart," Eddie's slurred finally, voice cracking and rasping from the tube. The doctor told you he'd be sore from it for a while, a little foggy while the drugs wore off too, but even in his haze his eyes held that same warming light of adoration when they looked at you.
Lips trembling and chest tightening, you flung yourself carefully into his shoulder, heaving sobs that wracked through your whole body, muffled into the scratchy material of the gown. Eddie held you still, even in his loopy state, he comforted you lightly, calloused hands rubbing up and down your spine slowly.
"Don't ever scare me like that again, Eddie," You sniffled, watery and choking on your own sobs. "Thought I lost you forever."
"Can't get rid of me that easily, baby." Eddie droned, a lopsided dimpled grin and heavy lidded eyes that made you swoon. "I'm tougher than that."
And he was. He really was. You knew that he was, his friends did, Wayne did, Hopper did, the guys who did this to him certainly did; but you also knew the doctor's orders.
Dr. Montgomery had let Eddie go under one condition: rest.
Bed rest, sleep, antibiotics, and nothing extreme at least until the stitches healed.
You'd been absolutely buzzing with excitement when you brought him home, carefully commanding the dogs when you walked in, willing them down but letting them greet Eddie with excited wags. You'd set him up in the guest bedroom on the first floor, the stairs too strenuous for him now.
"Baby, I'm fine." Eddie moaned lightly, arm wrapped around you for support. "I wanna sleep in my own bed, please."
"The doctor said-"
"I'll be fine." Eddie sighed lightly. "Please? Just help me up the stairs. I'll go really slow and careful, ok? Just please, sweetheart, I wanna sleep in my own bed with you." Those brown eyes rounded, melting into you so sweetly, you couldn't possibly say no.
So you helped him up the stairs, Gareth and Jeff aiding you to make it as painless as possible. Eddie sunk into the silk sheets, freshly washed and scented with that detergent you loved so much. You hadn't let the housemaid clean the sheets until he was better, too scared to lose the scent of him that lingered on his pillows.
You slept better than you had in days, Eddie's hand grazing your hip, your waist, your cheek. Tearful whispers and shushed kisses shared under red bedsheets, promises of better days ahead, and you believed there would be.
Until the next day.
Heavy lids, still bleary with sleep, watched Eddie through blurry vision as he grunted softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "W-What are you doing, honey?" You muttered, rubbing the palm of your hand over your eyes. "Tell me what you need. I'll get it. Y'don't need to be moving a lot. You'll tear your stitches."
Eddie smiled softly back at you, dressed in his black button down, black tailored Armani slacks, chains and rings; his work attire.
"Go back to bed, sweetheart. I'll be back in a little bit." Eddie whispered, a normally soothing tone that left you rigid instead.
Spine straightening, eyes blinking you looked at him carefully. "Eddie," Your eyes scanned over his frame. "You-What do you think you're doing?"
Eddie paused, slowly looking over his shoulder at you. "Baby," He started, that same tone he used when he was trying to soothe you; when he was about to tell you something you wouldn't like. "I gotta go to work."
Your heart stilled in your chest, a fluttering stop that left you breathless. "Are you-Are you being serious?" You blinked. "Eddie, you just got fucking shot-"
"It's nothing strenuous, baby, I promise." Eddie's quick reply came with a heavy sigh. "Jeff and Gare will be with me, and Rick made sure I was doubled up with his guys-"
"-You just got out of a coma!" You screeched, sitting on your knees, fully awake and furious. "A coma! You're supposed to be resting!"
"I will be." Eddie replied, calm and smooth, like you were arguing about something minuscule. "It's just meetings. Just planning-"
"-Eddie, you almost died." You choked on the word, that constricting around tears and fury.
There was a chilling silence, thick and ominous that settled between the two of you. Eddie's jaw flexed, eyes piercing into yours with a familiar look of fear. It always came across like a challenge, but you knew better; knew him better.
"I'll take it easy, I promise." Eddie's response was nonchalant, brushing off any of your fear and discarding it meanly away. "I'll be back soon."
Your heart raced uncomfortably, that familiar rising panic that you felt days before running through the hospital. "If you leave, I won't be here when you get back." Your heart thumped in your ears, chills shaking down your body. Eddie's hand lingered on the knob, stilling but not turning towards you.
"I swear to God, Eddie, if you walk out that door, I won't be here anymore. I'm not letting you kill yourself. You can't go back now, it's too soon. You-You'll get hurt." Your voice cracked, lip wobbling. "You're hurting me."
Eddie whispered your name, defeated and tired, eyes pleading with you like you were in the wrong. "I'll be back soon." He whispered, those thick lashed framing his eyes.
You swallowed back a sob when he shut the door, the click of the lock far too loud and heavy in the silent room. Tears rimmed your eyes, blinding your vision and spilling down your cheeks. Your heart ached, even as you waited, determined he'd come back. Sure he'd come through the door and apologize, smother you in kisses and apologies, rest like you'd begged him to do- like he'd promised he would do.
But he didn't.
The room stayed silent and still, the dogs watching you carefully from their beds, your eyes unmoving from the frozen doorway.
Unlike Eddie, you were true on your word.
He'd only been gone an hour and a half, rushing through the meetings at the warehouse, securing plans and leads before barking orders and coming back home. His chest ached, stitches healing and stretching uncomfortably, and he was tired, head still foggy from the medication.
All Eddie wanted was to go back home, pop a pain pill, and curl back into bed with you. The guilt of leaving you was eating him alive, but he had to go. Sure, Jeff or Gareth or Max could have covered the plans, he knew they were more than capable, but Eddie needed to do it; had to, for himself. The fear of getting swapped out and replaced for another was festering and stirring in the pit of his stomach.
Eddie called your name, a little surprised that the dogs didn't greet him. Instead, they were seated outside the bedroom door, whinging and whimpering pathetically to get in.
"Baby?" Eddie's brow furrowed, lips pressing together. "Don't tell me you're still mad at me, kitten. I told you I'd be back soon, I just had to finish a few-"
He didn't find you in the sea of red sheets like he imagined. He didn't find you in the bathroom, or the closet, or the living room, or anywhere. He didn't find your car gone, clothes missing, nothing out of the ordinary, but yet, he didn't find you.
Instead, he found a letter, neatly tucked in an envelope by your bedside table, scribbled words in your handwriting on a tear soaked card that tore his heart out, filled him with dread and fear and anger- not at you, at himself.
"Gareth!" Eddie thundered, sending the dogs into a frantic frenzy, barking and growling viciously.
Gareth pounded up the stairs, eyes wide in fear and alert. Eddie's tear-filled eyes met his, jaw clenched in anger. "Find her." He muttered. "Find her right fucking now. That's everyone's top priority."
"Ed, what-what hap-"
"-I told you to find her!" Eddie roared, the vein in his neck thrumming and protruding out fiercely. "Right now! Fuck!" He hobbled towards the stairs, gripping the steel banister for support.
"Ed, wait, seriously, you can't be acting like this, alright? I'll find her, but if you tear your stitches she's gonna be so mad." Gareth said calmly. He was used to this kind of attitude, exploding and chaotic, but he hadn't seen this side of Eddie in years. Hadn't seen him this scared in years, not even days ago when he was bleeding out in his arms.
"You better fuckin' find her, Emerson, you fuckin' hear me?" Eddie growled, chest heaving and ringed finger jabbing towards Gareth.
"I will, Ed, I will." Gareth held his hands up, backing away from Eddie carefully. "I'll find her just-just relax, ok? I'll find her."
***
Two days.
It had been two days of Gareth, Jeff, Max, and everyone else on Eddie's payroll searching tirelessly to find you. It wasn't until a traced call by Hopper that Eddie had his answer.
The gravel of the Forest Hills Trailer Park flew out under the tires of the Bugatti, speeding towards the familiar back lot. Eddie gripped the wheel tight, barely throwing the gear into park before he was stepping out, bounding towards the steps.
Wayne was already at the doorway, holding the screen door open with a hard glare. "Thought that doctor told you to rest?"
"Where is she?" Eddie ignored him, eyes mirroring his uncle's in a rivaling gaze. "Huh? Where's she at, Wayne?"
You stood, hidden from your place in the kitchen, peeking around the corner carefully. You could barely see Eddie's curls, wild and frizzy, clearly mussed from his hands tugging and pulling at the locks- something he always did when he was stressed.
"Thought that doctor told you to rest." Wayne repeated, stepping out on the front step. "Thought your girl told you that too."
Eddie swallowed hard, desperate to keep his emotions contained. He'd worked so hard for so many years to train himself to maintain his composure, keep his cool. "Wayne, please, ok? Please let me see her-"
"-Ya know, I hoped she was lyin' to me, boy." Wayne continues, heavy work boots clacking against the creaking step, shifting his weight with a low groan. "Thought for sure you'd be followin' your doctor's orders. Thought you'd actually want to be gettin' better after all that, might be different from your Daddy."
Eddie stilled at the mention of his father, a cold chill running down his spine at the comparison. Wayne never spoke of his brother, especially never to relate his son to him.
"You know, that girl in there called me in hysterics twice." Wayne held up two fingers, eyes slotting towards his nephew. "Once to tell me I needed to come see you, that you'd been hurt. No one else thought to do that, only her." Eddie swallowed, guilt bubbling higher and higher into his chest.
"Then she calls me to tell me you're already back out. Won't listen to the doctor, won't listen to her, too stubborn to let yourself heal after you promised her you would." Wayne could see Eddie's eyes blinking, watery and red-rimmed yet wide and watching his every move.
"I can put up with you doin' a lot of shit. Pretend not to know what them skulls on your arm mean, not talk about the obvious; fine. But I didn't raise you to be a liar." Wayne bit, jaw grinding in fury. "'Specially not to the ones you love. The ones who dropped everything to be with you. That girl in there loves you. Didn't leave your side once in that damn hospital." His finger pointed back towards the trailer where you stood, gripping the counter, hidden from their view.
"I-I know." Eddie stuttered out, a deep breath releasing from his nostrils slowly. "I love her too-"
"-Do you?" Wayne snapped.
There was a chilling silence that hung between the two men, thick and heavy, you could feel it all the way inside the trailer. Your heart twisted at the question, squeezing even harder at the potential answer.
"Don't you dare," Eddie's voice was low and gravely in his chest, catching in his throat. "You know I love her, don't you dare-"
"Don't you." Wayne sneered. "I ain't the one who's hurt her, that's you, Ed." You could see Eddie flinch through your tear soaked vision, recoiling at the harshness of his uncle's words.
"I-I didn't mean to-" Eddie stuttered, labored breathing and trembling words falling from his lips. You'd never seen him so frazzled, so emotional this way. So scared.
"Don't give me that shit." Wayne snapped, shaking his head. "You walked out that day, and you knew she didn't want you to go. You know who that sounds a lot like?"
Eddie didn't answer, neither did Wayne, the answer clear on both their faces. Eddie's father was reckless, too, so careless it ended up with his mother dead. Eddie swore he'd never be that stupid, the selfish, yet here he was. Acting exactly like Clint.
Eddie could feel his chest constrict, heaving heavily at the thought. The familiar aching burn of tears squeezing his airway, filling his lungs and throat and nose in the most uncomfortable way. Tears filling his eyes that he tried to will back, knowing once they started they wouldn't stop.
"Please," Eddie rasped, voice too unsteady for his own liking. "Please let me see her."
You could feel your own breath hitched, catching in your throat with a strangled gasp. You moved closer, trying to see Eddie through your own watery vision.
Eddie's eyes caught onto the figure moving slowly towards the doorway, lips pressing together at the sight of you; red rimmed eyes and cheeks that shined wetly even in the cloudy, sunless skies. He did this to you, fuck, he was just like his dad.
"Fuck, 'm so sorry, baby, 'm sorry." Eddie's voice wavered, heels of his hands pressing into his eyes, desperate to keep his leaking tears hidden.
Wayne turned back to look at you, lips pressed together lightly. You wiped your own eyes with the back of your hand, looking at him gently. "Can you... just give us a moment?" You asked softly. Eddie had turned, shoulder stuttering, hands running down his face.
Wayne nodded, eyes cutting back towards his nephew. "I'll be inside if ya need me." He patted your shoulder lightly, comforting, the same squeal of the hinges on the tracks before the door fell with a heavy latch.
You padded carefully towards Eddie, watching him intently with his back still turned. "Ed," You cooed lightly, stopping behind him. "Eddie?"
"I'm so fucking sorry." Eddie breathed, still not turning towards you. "I-I was scared that Rick would have me replaced or-or that the guys might see me as weak, and I-I shouldn't have..." A strangled cry tore through the air, his shoulders dropping low and shaking, chocolate curls cascading to block his covered face.
"Eddie, calm down, honey." You said softly, hands running over the silk material of his shirt. He was still dressed from before when he left for work, a little crumpled.
"I-I'm sorry." His eyes flashed to yours, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, streaming down to his chin. "I'm so sorry."
You reached for him instinctively, holding him close to you, mindful of his stitches though he didn't seem to care. Eddie clung to you, head dropping into your neck, shuddering breaths and shaky sobs mixing with soft apologies and watery promises.
You found yourself huddled in Eddie's old bedroom, pressed into the poster covered wall so the two of you could fit comfortably on the twin bed. His mess of curls, wild and tickling your cheek and chin, his cheek rested on your chest while you ran your nails soothingly through his hair, scratching at his scalp. The two of you stayed there for the week, Wayne and you swapping off on cooking, cleaning Eddie's wounds, making sure he could heal properly.
Eddie promised you, tucked under the quilt in his old bedroom, that he'd do better, he'd take care of himself for you; he wouldn't be like his dad. You whispered back your own vows to not leave him again, silent apologies passed to each other in between loving kisses and longing stares.
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You know what I like about the name Curiosity?
It is a synonym of Oddity.
be honest with us. what would you want in a wiatt animatronic sona? what would would the fictional character's lore would be about? (like how the starlight character's backstory is he was a star in the sky)
OKAY. LET'S TRY THIS.
So first we need a species, for which I decided on a dog. What breed? Who knows. Figured the character would be curious and playful, both like a dog and also reflecting Wiatt being curious as well!
Then I tried designing them. Which went. Not well. First basic body, which I used this Picrew for:
just generic dog, tried to make him floofy as possible. Then I tried coloring. This was the best one I got:
Yeah. Color choices aren't my strong suit. I mainly based that color palette off of trying to identify a "main color" for Wiatt (I'll be honest I couldn't find it). So let's not talk about design to much okay-
Backstory would be simple. He was a normal dog who wandered to the facility to find a friend. Due to being so curious, he ended up accidentally transforming into this anthropomorphic dog, who now hangs out and helps however he can, in hopes to figure out everything going on and how people do things. It is definitely a coincidence this mimics Wiatt's life.
I think the animatronic would be like a tour guide/general helper, since I can't think of a good activity/floor theme that would coralate to Wiatt. He would help out lost kids, give directions, and maybe even help different animatronics (ex. Performing with Star, helping in the maze with Lolli and Pop, etc).
Finally, name. Now the animatronic names vary from "average name" (Glory, Lorenzo, Milly) to "sounds like a trans person /pos" (Rex, Lolli, Winnie) to "A Word" (Pop, Cheer, Gruff, Masquerade, Melody, Mimic) to "Two Words" (Ribbon Dancer, Star Light, Night Light). The most common type seems to be "A Word", so let's go with that.
...I'm taking the easy way out and naming him Curiosity-
So. I attempted to create an animatronic for Wiatt. Idk how well it went. Hopefully it's not to bad.
#welcome to dreamworld#wtdw#Curiosity AU#wobble dog and trapped dog are name siblings#reblogging this for writing reference#i mean...just reblogging. no reason
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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey
gn reader
Thinking about being a pretty little bunny caught in the claws of two big bad wolvesâŠ
They both cram themselves inside the same hole â fucking you rhythmically alongside each other with your smaller body pressed between theirs.
Sharp claws dent your flesh while canines fully split it open â imprinting on your fragile skin unforgivingly deep â leaving it to bruise and gush with blood the moment they spill the last of their big weighty balls inside you â both at the same time.
And after knots unknot and stiff thickness deflate â turning soft before slumping out of your abused hole â youâre finally allowed to rest in a mixture of bitter-sweet relief.Â
Gratefully accepting their long-awaited finish â you slump against the sweaty chest before you with the face of your cheek smushed tight against the soothing warmth â hole fluttering numbly around nothing with the ticklish feeling of hot cum slowly trickling out only to go cold in the air.
Their sounds turn soft with a loss of growls and sharp teeth, and the one behind you places a kiss on your cheek, telling you that heâs proud â his breaths heavy and damp against your skin while he rests his sweaty forehead and slick mane softly against you.Â
Both of them hug you gently â pressed tight between them â and slowly work on retrieving some semblance worth of strength while caught in the hefty crash of rapture â bodies ablaze yet steadily cooling with hearts halting in their sporadic run â dying down into slow thuds, draining until theyâre both just two heaps of unwound muscles.
A couple of minutes more just like that and one of them leaves you with a groan while other begins lazily kissing and licking you in aftercare â his warm tongue laving gently over the brutal lovebites theyâve left on your otherwise pretty skin â whispering soothingly that he only wants to clean them up, so you donât catch any unwanted infections.Â
But his efforts of comfort donât really help you keep from trembling or whimpering, nor do they help ease your erratic breath â where you sit between his legs, held tightly to his chest with both his thick arms wrapped effortlessly snug around your much smaller waist.
He's in charge of getting you cleaned up and dressed while his partner preps dinner â you hear the wolf downstairs with pots and pans while the one heâd left you with pulls you into a white babydoll â helping you stand where you wobble with hips aching upon every little move.Â
He tells you that you're the cutest, making you yelp when squeezing your cottontail before picking you up like a wounded animal â as though you're incapable of making it down the stairs alone.
The stench of dead animals oozing from the kitchen makes you queasy more than hungry â but your captors, on the other hand, easily work up an appetite with the taste of your blood still fresh on their teeth.Â
The thunderous sound of their stomach rumbling is all too much to keep you from crying â despite the warning youâd received the last time youâd created too much of a fuss for them â when one of them had forced bits of meat down your throat, making you chew and swallow it all one torturous bite at a time until youâd finally learned your lesson, willingly opening your mouth for him despite flinching and crying at the unnatural stomach-twisting taste.Â
He'd seemed somewhat sorry seeing you throw up for days from both disgust and indigestion â and had since tried making up for it by preparing proper meals catered to your diet.
You were happy to see the medley of leafy greens and baby carrots plated for you on the dinner table, averting your eyes from the massive medium rare steaks the two dogs loudly and hungrily started cutting into â lop ears flinching upon the clash of sharp knives crashing hungrily against ceramics â trying to withhold the whimper when seeing the mixture of blood and grease roll down their chins along with the unsightly view of their sharp teeth tearing through tendons as effortlessly as if it were nothing but the same grass on your plate.
Fruit for dessert is nearly enough to lift the nausea while the three of you snuggle on the couch after dinner. Or perhaps youâd just gotten used to it â they always get lazy after eating after all â and cuddly.
You lie on top of one of them, your back against his broad chest â lifting with the rise and fall of his beaths. The other lies on top of you again, on his belly. He tells you to scratch his ears, and you donât dare refuse him.
He moans when you rub on the tip between your small fingers â resting his head atop your heart before starting to drool, small growls ever-present in his snores. His tail lifts and slowly starts wagging in drowsiness as he gives the inside of your ear a ticklish lick â making you cringe and whine.
The one beneath you rests his chin atop your head, chuckling at the two of you â and you really wish you could get used to how the growl in their chests rock your ribs and how their mouths reek of death. Desperately, you try to focus on the smell of bleach and flowers â the ones theyâve bought and brought home to you when trying to distract you from the grocery bags held behind them â chock-full of bloody bits they stock the meat locker with.Â
That would be your worst nightmare, you unwillingly think, shuddering at the thought as if consumes you â to be locked up in that room â youâre only glad theyâve yet to think of it as a punishment.
Sometimes you wonder if theyâre planning to eat you at some point. Youâre certain they understand they canât successfully breed with you â so it wouldnât make sense for them to keep you forever, even though they swear to it when you sleep squished between their bodies in the middle of the bed with their massive paws and sturdy claws latched onto your supple flesh.
It's impossible for you to ignore what they are when the whole den has hints of rot lingering in the air, and you donât think youâll ever be able to let go of the fear. But at the same time⊠you canât really deny their love entirely either â not when they rub their snouts into your neck so lovingly, cuddling you tight as though protecting you from any harm, grooming you with their own tongues ticklish against your skin and fur, thoroughly leaving their print and scent on you, fully claiming you as theirs.
BNHA â BakuDeku, TodoBaku, KiriBaku, EndMight, EndHawks, DabiHawks, ShigaDabi
JJK â SatoSugu, Toji x Shiu
HQ â Miya twins
DS â DouAka
HxH â HisoIllu
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Or: a PJO AU
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Cellbit hasn't been a demigod since he was eight years old staring a snake woman in the eyes in downtown Manhattan. It's been almost ten years since then, and he hasn't bothered with the gods since. (Good riddance.)
But then, of course, Richarlyson.
And then, of course, the spiders.
Oh, the spiders...
So now Cellbit has Richarlyson in the back seat of a stolen car with Pac and Mike on either side of him, Felps riding shotgun and shouting insults at the dozen or so dog-sized spiders chasing them down the highway. They're just under five minutes away from where Cellbit vaguely remembers camp being, which means Richarlyson is just under five minutes away from what is going to be the worst day of his life.
(Cellbit never got claimed, thank the gods. Mike says that he doesn't believe in divine authority, so he won't recognize whoever his parent is. Pac is long-claimed by now, but this also isn't his camp or pantheon. And Felps is... Felps.)
Richarlsyon has his headphones on, and he's watching The Lorax on his tablet (also stolen.) This is probably why the spiders are chasing them, but Cellbit doesn't have the heart to take it away from them.
Spiders... eugh. Of course, it just had to be spiders.
Cellbit watches a spider lunge for the driver's side door via the side mirror.
With a grimace, he takes one hand off of the wheel and slams his door open with his free hand.
The spider goes flying, and it's immediately run over and squished into a spider-shaped mass of goo on the road.
"Ewwww," Pac complains.
Cellbit wrinkles his nose in agreement. He pulls his door shut and stabilizes the car and tries not to think about how the squished-up spider is going to reform in a second and come after him and probably, like, murder him in his sleep after he drops Richarlyson off.
(The downside of refusing to associate with the gods for a decade is a distinct lack of celestial bronze weaponry. Except for...)
"Keep an eye out for a sign," Cellbit tells the others. "It's... strawberries? Something about strawberries."
The car jerks as a couple of spiders leap onto the trunk and start hissing.
Cellbit swears and sharply turns the car to the left, sending the spiders- and Mike- flying.
Mike shouts, and then he screams as a spider jumps up onto the window next to him.
"What the fuck?" he yells. "Pac!"
"Got it!" Pac cheerily says.
With only a little hesitation, he unbuckles his seat belt, leans across both an unbothered Richarlyson and a freaked-out Mike, rolls the window down, and stabs the spider through with the blade of his gladius. The spider screeches and dissolves into dust.
One down, so many more to go.
Pac grins and sits back in his seat. He ruffles Richarlyson's hair as he does so, retracting his sword back into his watch and re-buckling his seat belt.
Cellbit turns his attention back to the road. No signs yet... but it's also been ten years since he's been in New York, let alone at camp. Things could have changed. Things probably did change, and probably not for the better. Maybe the campers lost the war. Maybe the Titans won (but probably not considering the world hasn't been destroyed in the years since 2009.) Maybe Bagi-
"Delphi Strawberry Service," Felps hums. He looks at Cellbit. "Is that it?"
Cellbit answers by jerking the car so hard to the right that everybody inside, himself included, is pulled to the side. He grits his teeth and tries to stay as upright as he can.
(Why is he the only one who can drive, again?)
The car pulls onto a familiar gravel road. There's a tall tree on the hill ahead of them. Even through the windows, Cellbit can smell the scent of sweet, fresh strawberries and bonfire smoke. There are people on the hill braiding flowers.
The spiders continue giving chase. One must manage to puncture one of the tires with its fangs, because one of the lights on the dashboard goes red, and the car starts to wobble and slow down.
Cellbit groans and presses his foot to the gas. "Nooo, come on!"
They're so close! He can see the Golden Fleece waving in the wind.
He can also see a very large statue of a woman towering above the treeline. She looks... familiar. In a bad way.
Cellbit shudders and tears his eyes away from the statue. It's none of his business, anyway; he's just dropping Richarlyson off, and then he and the others are leaving before they're noticed.
Another tire is popped. The car stops.
Finally, Richarlyson takes his headphones off.
"Where are we?" he asks.
Cellbit tries to smile at him through the rear-view mirror.
"We're going to summer camp, remember?" he attempts.
Richarlyson- six years old and too smart for his age- does not appear to be too happy about that statement. Makes sense, he didn't want to leave California in the first place. Cellbit doesn't blame him; the weather is much more tolerable there than it is in New York.
The car shakes as spiders start climbing it. They start trying to break through the windows using their evil little spider legs and their absolutely horrifying spider fangs: enormous pointy things oozing a purple liquid that bubbles as it hits the glass.
Cellbit bites back a whimper. They're so big...
Pac's mouth narrows. He presses the button on his watch and only flinches a little as his gladius pops out of it.
Mike steels himself. He clicks his seat belt off, and he picks his bag up off of the floor and puts it in his lap- ready to run.
Felps, though, smiles wide and turns around in his seat to look at Richarlyson.
"Are you ready to run again?" he asks.
Richarlyson is good at many things, but he's best at running away from his problems (just like everyone else in the car), and the killer spiders are definitely problems.
So Richarlyson nods and clutches his tablet to his chest. He should really leave it behind, but...
"On the count of three," Cellbit tells everybody.
He takes his seat belt off and gets his backpack from the floor by his feet. He checks his boot and lets out a tense breath. Okay. It's there.
"Um," Cellbit says.
The spiders manage to crack the back windshield. Richarlyson gasps and rushes to take his seat belt off.
"Dois."
Pac yanks his seat belt off and grabs the door handle. His eyes flicker between the spiders and Richarlyson and Mike and Cellbit and Felps, though they linger on Felps for just a moment too long to be normal.
(Oh, Pac...)
"TrĂȘs!"
Cellbit shoves the door open and jumps out of it, pulling his knife from his boot and stabbing it right into the abdomen of the closest spider.
"Wait, you meant on three!?" Pac screeches, tumbling out of the car and swinging his gladius at the nearest group of spiders.
"Yes!" Cellbit snaps. "What did you think I meant?"
He rips the knife out of the spider, panting heavily from both fear and exhilaration. The edges of his vision are red and dripping with blood, but the spider simple crumbles into dust at his hands.
Mike stumbles out of the car, Richarlyson in his arms and his bag on his back.
"I thought you meant after you counted to three!" Pac shouts.
He spins in a neat circle and manages to decapitate two spiders at once. They dissolve, but two more spiders take their places immediately.
Mike takes off down the road towards the hill, grumbling about Richarlyson's weight as he goes. Richarlyson starts talking about Mike's weight in return, and there are spiders.
There are spiders.
Oh fuck.
Knife's effects be damned, Cellbit screams and jerks backwards in sheer terror as a spider scrambles onto his side of the car. He falls onto his ass on the gravel and scoots away, eyes wide. His hands shake and his vision flickers back into something resembling normalcy and he can't breathe- fucking spiders, of course they're spiders! What else would they be? Fucking spiders, of course!
"Cellbit!" Pac cries.
"I've got him," Felps says, finally getting out of the car.
He calmly raises his arms above his head and stretches. As he does so, he walks around the side of the car and crouches by Cellbit's side.
"These things suck," he tells Cellbit, voice so low that Cellbit is convinced that only he can hear it. "Let's just run away."
There's just that smallest hint of magic in his voice, but Cellbit isn't worried about it. No, he's used to it. He's known Felps basically since he ran away, he's more than used to it.
His body stands. Cellbit only comes back to himself as he's approaching the hill, Felps and Pac close behind.
He skids to a stop just in front of the camp borders. He can seen Mike and Richarlyson already safe on the other side, and he can see a group of campers gathered around them and attending to Richarlyson, whose fake tears are convincing enough to get three or so campers to give him all of their flower crowns and chains.
Pac crosses the border and shivers. He immediately runs to Mike's side, clicking his gladius away and taking Richarlyson from him.
Felps stops next to Cellbit.
"Come on," he whispers. "The spiders, man."
Cellbit gulps. He feels all tingly; the statue of the woman stares angrily down at him, furious over his very existence.
A spider hisses, entirely too close to Cellbit for his comfort.
He yelps and rushes across the border, and it feels like his first breath of fresh air in a decade as he does so.
He hates it.
Felps follows, sticking close to Cellbit's side. He smiles and waves politely at the campers staring at the two of them.
Or, well. Staring at the air over Cellbit's head.
One of the campers, a taller boy with messy brown hair and a blue bandana loosely tied around his forehead, looks positively befuddled. Why?
"Don't get any bright ideas," Cellbit warns the campers. "I'm not staying. None of us are."
Richarlyson raises a dejected hand. "Except for me. They're abandoning me..."
He bursts into a fresh round of crocodile tears. Most of the campers coo and gather around him and Pac and Mike; Cellbit watches as Pac steals the watch off of a girl's wrist, and as Mike snags a solid handful of golden rings from several different campers. (Nothing ever changes.)
But the boy with the bandana keeps staring at Cellbit.
Slightly unnerved, Cellbit shuffles closer to Felps, who ignores him and looks up at the statue with his hand acting as a visor over his eyes.
"Oh, look. The Athena Parthenos," he comments. "When did that get here?"
Athena...
He nudges Cellbit in the side with a grin. "Look, Cellbit. It's your mom!"
...What?
"No," Cellbit firmly says, completely ignoring the various puzzle pieces clicking into place in his head. "I don't have a mom. Now, come on, we need to take care of the..."
He trails off as he turns around and sees the gaggle of spiders pressed up against the camp's barrier hissing and quivering and oozing.
His voice trails off into a whisper: "...spiders."
He can't help it. He drops his knife in shock, and, as he does so, an ice-cold needle jams itself into the side of his brain.
Cellbit immediately drops to his knees and scrambles to pick the knife up. He wipes it on his jeans, holds it, looks at it, loves it.
His reflection in the blade is clear. The glowing golden owl symbol floating above his head is even clearer.
"Told you," Felps says.
Cellbit reaches back and smacks his leg. Felps kicks at him. Cellbit smacks him again.
Richarlyson starts crying again. This time, he sounds serious. (He is only six...)
Cellbit sighs and stands, carefully tucking his knife back into his boot as he does so.
As he raises his head, he's met with the boy with the bandana standing only a foot or so away from him with his hands in his pockets.
"Hey," he says, "so if you don't want to stay, keep away from the training grounds. The Athena cabin is down there, and I... well, let's just say the head counselor is gonna want to see you."
He winks, and he walks off to join the other campers.
The Athena cabin's head counselor... who? If he's, then... oh, fuck.
Cellbit grabs Felps' arm and looks up at him desperately.
"Kill the spiders," he begs. "Please. We need to get out of here."
Felps pats the back of Cellbit's head reassuringly.
He smiles. "No."
And then he goes to squeeze through the campers to get to Richarlyson, who immediately brightens upon seeing him.
Cellbit looks at the spiders. He looks at the- what did Felps call it?- Athena Parthenos. He looks at the campers.
He looks at the hill as there's a scream from it, a screechy: "What the fuck? Are those spiders?"
The boy with the bandana looks up at the girl on the hill and offers a wave. "Bagi! Hey! I thought you were training?"
"I heard screaming," the girl explains. "I came to help."
She has a sword in one of her hands and a shield in the other. She's gotten her nose pierced in the last ten years. She looks... happy.
Quietly, Cellbit starts backing away. If he can make it into the woods and then run, he might be able to outsmart the spiders before they can catch him.
The girl looks at Richarlyson. She looks at Pac and Mike and Felps.
And then she looks at Cellbit, and she drops her sword.
Yeah, no.
Cellbit turns on his heel, and he books it into the forest.
He hasn't been a demigod in ten years, and he sure as hell isn't going to start again now.
#a.d.'s fics i suppose#a.d.'s fics i suppose.#qsmppjo au#<- that's it that's the tag#idk how happy i am with this? but i love writing these types of chase-action scenes
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Lately I've been watching some tiktok's and an Idea popped in my head for the brother AU for Itadori & Sukuna.
So the idea is that Little itadori and the reader decides to prank sukuna, having itadori saying "shut up" to the reader just to see how sukuna would react.
My man would either get up straight FAST..or glare at the poor boy to only find out it was a prank.. đ
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plsssssss'
i dont think reader would even do that trend, considering how....protective sukuna is at times.
buttttttt if you guys go through with the prank, yuujis little "shut up!" wouldn't even sound real. all mumbled and looking up at you with puppy dogs eyes to show he doesn't mean it.
but even so, Sukuna glares at him so intensely, mouth about to open to begin his harsh scolding, but yuuji is spluttering out apologizes, exclaiming, "j-joke! sorry sorry!" while crawling up to sukuna and pawing at him to try to convince his brother not to be mad at him. he hates being scolded :(
the elder just ruffles his hair, little too harshly that has yuuji whole body begin to wobble while he says, "not funny, brat."
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áŠPervert!teez: a collaboration within pirateeznet featuring @flurrys-creativity writing San @potatomountain writing Hongjoong @mingsolo writing Mingi @daddyfordaeddy writing Wooyoung @bunnliix writing Seonghwa, @skteezcursed writing Yunho and @desirehorizon writing Yeosang
áŠPairings: Cane Corso Hybrid! Jongho x Reader (f)Â
áŠGenre: smut
áŠAu: hybrid au, pervert au
áŠTrope: established relationship
áŠWord Count: 1,838
áŠRating: 18+, MINORS DNI
áŠSynopsis: you catch your boyfriend doing perverted hybrid activities and thereâs only one way to deal with it
áŠWarnings: dom! Reader, sub! Jongho, nicknames: Master (reader) & Pup (Jongho), perverted! Jongho, smelling underwear, using a stuffie as a fleshlight, spanking (m), degradation, slight manipulation on Jonghoâs end but reader goes along with it willing, aftercare
âIâm gonna take a shower!â You called out to your hybrid boyfriend.
Jongho, a Cane Corso breed, curiously meandered into your shared bedroom. You had already gathered your towel and robe and placed it in the bathroom. You began to disrobe in your walk-in closet when he found you.Â
âCan I join?â Jongho asked, a confident smile saying he expected you to answer yes. His tail thwapped against his pant leg in excitement.
âNo,â You replied simply. âI just want a quick wash.â
Jonghoâs ears drooped and he frowned cutely at you. âNo? But I want to join.â
You finish disrobing and putting your dirty clothes in your hamper. You raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend. âI said no,â You said firmly, using your forefinger to stress your point.Â
Jongho dejectedly followed you to the en-suite bathroom. âPlease?â He whined. âI missed you all day!â
You placed a hand on Jonghoâs chest to stop him from following you any further. Your other hand fondly rubs his ear between your fingers. Jonghoâs eyes close in happiness at the gesture. âI love you Jongho but I need just a few minutes alone.â
Jongho opened one eye balefully. âHow many minutes?â
You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. âIâm just showering. Get your head out of the gutter.â
âFine,â Jongho muttered and moved back into your bedroom.
The last thing you saw before you closed the bathroom door was Jonghoâs ear satelliting towards your walk-in closet and his nose snuffling.Â
You came out of your bathroom in your robe and sighed in annoyance. Although the view of Jongho's plump ass greeted you, his thick thighs spread slightly, butt cheeks clenching every so often, his activity meant that you had some work to do. Your fully naked boyfriend was humping the stuffed bunny that usually remained on your shelf, a gift from Jongho early on in your relationship.Â
As you rounded the bed, preparing to interrupt Jongho, you noticed the flash of black as Jongho pulled back his hips to thrust again against the poor bunny rabbit stuffie. That fucker had fished into your hamper and pulled out your used underwear to fuck. The black satin was currently wrapped around his dick.Â
âYou little pervert!â You said in a condescending tone.
Jongho visibly flinched. âI can explain.â
âExplain why my panties are around your dick, and you're humping Mr.Bunnykins?âÂ
Jongho shrunk in on himself, a big dog trying to make himself look smaller. âHe smells like you!â
âI bet you liked smearing your dirty, sticky seed all over his soft fur, didn't you?â You cooed mockingly.
You put a hand then a knee up and started crawling across the bed.Â
Jonghoâs face was red and his eyes wouldn't meet your gaze. "You don't understand.â
âHelp me understand, pup,â You purred.
Jonghoâs eyes snapped upwards, tears at the corners. His ears moved back and forth, as he whined in the back of his throat. âIt felt so good!â
âWhat felt good, Jongho?â You continued to coo mockingly. âThe part where you fucked poor Mr. Bunnykins tummy? Or the part when you smelled my underwear because don't think I don't know.â
Jonghoâs lower lip began to jut and wobble. âI wanted it to be you.â
You put one hand on his thigh. It flexed when your nails dug in lightly to his skin there. âWhy didn't you wait, pup?â
âBecause I waited all day already!â Jongho insisted.
Jongho had been banned from jerking off a few weeks ago due to the fact that he didnât leave anything for you when you were feeling in the mood. âAnd what happens when bad puppies break the rules, Jongho?â You whispered.
âBad puppies get spanked,â Jongho whispered back.
His entire demeanor changed. His eyes were alight with mischief. The little actor really knew how to play up his face. Jongho knew exactly what he wanted. In fact, he probably got off at the thought of you catching him doing his little taboo moment.Â
You leaned in and playfully bit his nose and then moved back to the edge of the bed. Your legs provided a perfect bench for Jongho to lean over on. The hybrid did exactly that, broad shoulders sliding over to one side while his ass jiggled on the other.Â
âHow many do you think you've earned, pup?â You demanded.
âI didn't come,â Jongho insisted. âI'm not that bad of a puppy.â
You sighed. âFive then. Count them out.â
Your palm smoothed over Jonghoâs bare ass cheek and then you suddenly slapped it.
âFuck! One!â Jongho said between pain-clenched teeth.
âTwo! Oh god.â
âThreeeeeeeee. Yeaaaaaaah.â
You could feel Jonghoâs cock rubbing against your thigh as your robe moved out of the way, and his cock was dripping. âDo you like when your master spanks you, pup?â
âFeels so good,â Jongho slurred.
âColor?â You snapped.
âEverything is green right now,â Jongho replied.Â
You slapped him on the opposite cheek and Jongho moaned as his dick slid against your soft legs. âFooourrr. I'm such a bad puppy.â
âYou're a perverted little--â You gasped in shock when you saw the flash of black against Jonghoâs face. âAre you sniffing my underwear still?!â
âNo.â The little shit lied, rutting his hips forward.
You gripped his hair harshly and yanked his head back. âYou keep those hips still or I will put a cock ring on you, so help me.â
âMaster,â Jongho whined. His Adam's apple bobbed beautifully with his strained neck. âI'm such a bad puppy. I should get more than five spanks.â
âNo,â You spat. âYou're getting off on it.â
You spanked him for the final time and then pushed him off your lap.
Jongho fell to the floor and rolled. His cock was angrily standing at attention and it was smeared with his precum. âFive,â He said with a gummy smile.
âWhat do we say, pup?â
âThank you, Master.â Jongho licked his lips and blinked slowly.
âWhat are we going to do with you?â You demanded, shoulders heaving with the physical exertion and your anger co-mingled.
âJerk me off until I whine with overstimulation and even then take me through as many orgasms as you can milk out of me since that's all I seem to care about: getting off.â Jongho put it so succinctly that you had nothing to add. Â
âWhat am I going to do with you when all your punishments seem to be rewards for you?â You sighed instead.
Jongho stood up, perhaps sensing that what he wanted was slowly sifting through his hands like trying to grasp at sand. âIf you leave me alone, Iâll just finish on poor Mr. Bunnykins tummy. You wouldnât subject him to that fate, would you?â
âFine,â You said coolly. You stood up and adjusted your robe. âFinish yourself on the stuffie like the pervert you are, Jongho.â
Jongho huffed sadly. âNo, I want you.â
You pointed a finger at Mr. Bunnykins. âThe stuffed animal can be run through the washer and dryer, pup. You, apparently, need to be taught a lesson.â
Jongho frowned and pouted heavily. âBut I wanted you!â He wailed.
âYes, well, you could have had me, all nice and clean smelling, if you had bothered to be patient, pup,â You scolded him.Â
âMaster!â
You hooked a finger under Jonghoâs collar, the only piece of clothing he still had on, and jerked him close to you. âYou fuck that stuffed animal right now, or so help me, I will put that cock ring on you, jerk you off through all that overstimulation, and you wonât be able to cum. Itâll be ten times worse, Jongho, believe you me.â
Jongho shuffled back to the bed, sending glances every now and then back at you, as if he was hoping that you would stop him. âAre you going to watch me?â
âI am,â You declared. âAnd Jongho? Give me my underwear right now.â
Jongho handed you your underwear. âYouâre no fun.â
You retained a bored expression as your hybrid boyfriend humped the stuffed animal he had once given to you after your first one hundred days together. It was important that you did not show that what you were âobservingâ didnât turn you on at all, or that it was a chore. Because if Jongho got even a whiff of you enjoying it, heâd do it again.
Jongho thrusted against Mr. Bunnykinsâ stomach in an attempt to get some friction but it was proving harder without your underwear. He whined, using one hand to hold up his body and the other to keep the stuffie in place.Â
âWhatâs wrong, pup?â You said condescendingly. âCanât get off now that youâve got an audience, you little pervert?â
âItâs hard!â Jongho panted.
You watched as his foreskin moved up and down his head, as he aggressively fucked the stuffed rabbit. His ass cheeks were still read from his spanking. He was a vision with his huge, muscled body, fucking the fragile and soft stuffed animal. It was most definitely doing things for you.
âCome on, Jongho. Canât get your big dumb cock to squirt on demand? Thatâs too bad you canât perform. I was going to cuddle you and everything afterwards,â You sighed dramatically.
âStupid Bunnykins,â Jongho growled suddenly, as if the stuffed rabbit was enemy number one.Â
A sudden loud rip had you realizing that Jongho had ripped a hole in Mr. Bunnykins stomach and then thrusted his cock inside the stuffie.
âChoi Jongho!â You admonished him. âAre you serious?!â
âIâm such a bad pup,â Jongho murmured to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. âFucking Mr.Bunnykins instead of my Master.â
âAre you going to get off inside a stuffie?â Your voice cracked through Jonghoâs lust-haze and then he was done for. Your boyfriend cried out, fists tight, as he thrusted inside Mr.Bunnykins and finished finally.
âYouâre such a perverted boy,â You tsked out loud.
Jongho smiled lazily, lying on his back now, the discarded stuffed rabbit oozing cum from its stomach. âI get cuddles now, right?â
âAfter I clean you up,â You mused. You needed to do something nice for Jongho after coming down from your domming.
âPlease be gentle with me,â Jongho begged.Â
You wet a soft washcloth and came back to the bedroom. âI wouldnât have to be gentle if you werenât such a goddamn brat, Jongho,â You mused.
Jongho watched with heavy-lidded eyes as you cleaned him up. You swiped along his pelvis and then carefully pulled back his foreskin to clean his head. Jongho was good for you, staying still, already satisfied and not greedy to push the envelope.Â
Once you discarded the washcloth, you cuddled up to Jongho on the bed. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck and sighed happily. âThis was all that I wanted when I came home.â
Jongho leaned over to give you a loud, smacking kiss on the crown of your head. âNext time, I want to do that scene though.â
You laughed under your breath. âYouâre such a bad pup.â
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