#yeah it's the fish goat

[wis-art]

fit heavily inspired by @edpanart jolyne drawing

ungifed clean version as an alt for fun

[hamburglar-yeahyeahwoooo]

more art from my twitter.. 😈

[cconfusedkat]

Wip :p Gotta line it

[blizzardsuplex]

The Undisputed Era being themselves from THE UNDISPUTED ERA “FACE” OFF WITH EACH OTHER - UUDD VS., 02/20/2020

[kasel-the-mightless]

[OCEAN DEITY AU: First meeting]

Same scene, but without ✨romantic lighting✨

Since in my AU Odysseus and Penelope are gods who briefly took on the form of mortals, it makes sense that all this "I came to Helen but— PENELOPE" is a farce. But how did they actually meet then? Well—

I like to think that Odysseus accidentally got caught in Penelope's net, and while she was pulling him out, he fell hopelessly in love with her. Because instead of making eyes at the attractive and young god of the sea, she teased him endlessly and caught him in verbal traps

Then there was EVEN MORE exposition which i too lazy to write, Odysseus asked Penelope to marry him, but she told him she would accept his proposal if he solved her challenge. What is the challenge?

Since I'm very bad at coming up with these things, please forgive me, but I'm going to take a page from an old folk tale and slightly change it

The words of her test of Odysseus sounds like this: "My challenge is as follows: Visit my house tomorrow in the morning. But not on horse, not on foot, not dressed, not undressed, without a gift, but with a gift."

Penelope's house was high in the cliffs, and when she went out to meet Odysseus in the morning, she saw him, tightly wrapped in a fishing net, in his halfhuman form, riding towards her on a mountain goat. He smiled smugly

"Where's the gift?" Penelope asked, barely holding back her laughter

"Here," said Odysseus, and showed her a sparrow clutched in his palms, "A gift"

But as soon as he opened his hand, the sparrow fluttered in his hand and flew away

"And there is no gift," Penelope laughed

And so, in fact, they got married

P.s — Today I woke up late, I was freezing, and I wanted to cry from no reason. So, i just— listened to "We'll Be Fine" on repeat and drew my favorite married couple??? Yeah, sounds right

When I've done everything I planned, I'll make some sketches for this AU where I explain the feud between Odysseus and Poseidon. If you guys only knew what kind of circus it is between them....

[miss-celestial-being]

jake peralta going on a blind date that boyle set up but she’s actually completely his type

literally the love of my life tysm for the request

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"No. No. No. No. No. No. No. And did I mention, no!" Jake says exasperatedly. "You see, I knew you would say that which is why I already set up the date with her." Charles rebuttals. He tells him your name as he taps rhythmically on Jake's desk. "She's thirty-two, she loves herself some Tay-Tay, and her favorite soup is crab bisque. I met her in my hot goat yoga class." "Ew, what." "Yeah, I'm hearing how that sounds now. But still, I think you'd like her. Who knows, by the end of the night you may just be smushing booties." Jake groans, "God, Boyle, don't say smushing booties." "Right, yeah, yep," He picks up the file from Jake's desk, turning to the man as he walks away, "Shaw's Bar, 8 o'clock."

Charles turns back around and bumps into Terry as he walks to his desk. He groans as he crushes his yogurt cup in his hand, "Damnnit, Boyle." "Sorry," He says as he backs toward the exit of the bullpen. He rapidly clicks the close button once inside the elevator, evading Terry's angry gaze. "Jake sighs as he looks back at his computer.

"So, hot date tonight, huh?" Amy asks as she leans around their computers to smirk smugly at him. "Uhm, no. I'm not going," He says, his eyes not leaving the screen as he types mindlessly. "What? Why not? Charles says she's perfect for you." "Exactly: Charles thinks she's perfect for me. Knowing him she's either some hot goat yoga-loving freak, or-" "Or actually perfect for you. I think you should give it a shot. I mean, you're constantly complaining about how horribly dull your love life is," Jake frowns, "Hey, now, I wouldn't say horrible dull-" "Yes you would, and you have. Now no more fighting, you have a date to get ready for." Jake looks at the time at the bottom right corner of his monitor and sighs, "All right, fine. But when this all goes to total shit, I'm blaming you." Amy rolls her eyes with a grin and opens the next file from her stack as Jake makes his way to the elevator.

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The bell rings as Jake opens the door to Shaw's Bar, his free hand shoved in his jacket pocket. The warm, boozy bar air fills his nostrils as he steps toward the bar, the glass door closing slowly behind him. He looks around the bar, hoping to instantly recognize the mystery woman, to no avail.

The bell rings again as Jake asks Hank for an orange soda on the rocks. The bartender sighs exhaustedly as he pulls the Crush can out of the mini fridge from behind the bar. "Jake?" A voice asks as someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns around, and his mouth opens and closes like a fish as his brain short-circuits. "Or not?" You laugh awkwardly, "I'm really sorry about this, I was told someone would be here, but it looks like he stood me up." You sit one chair over at the bartop, sighing as you rest your chin on your fist.

"Hi," Jake says as he hold out his hand, "I'm Jake." "Oh," You breathe, "Sorry. You didn't say anything and I just thought- Y'know what, never mind, I'm probably not what you were expecting." Jake smiles, "Well, you're right there. Charles told me he met you in a 'hot goat yoga class'." You cringe slightly, "I honestly didn't even know his name, I walked into the wrong building and he started talking to me about his friend Jake." "Sounds about right." You both laugh and he moves to the chair between you.

"So, my weird friend tells me you like Taylor Swift," Jake starts and the conversation lasts hours, the orange soda on the countertop left completely ignored. "All right, time to wrap it up. The bar's closing." Hank says as he wipes the counter. "Oh my god, how long have we been here?" Jake asks him, surprised. The bartender ignores him as he moves on to another part of the bar. You look around to find the bar completely empty.

You laugh quietly, "This was fun," You say softly as you exit the bar, "We should do this again-" You're cut off by a sudden surprising kiss, Jake's hands holding your cheeks gently to keep you close. Your eyes flutter closed and take the collar of his shirt in your fists. He pulls away, mumbling out a quick 'noice' before getting pulled back into a kiss that leaves him gasping for breath.

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ik this ended abruptly but its a school night and i have to go to bed so this is as good as we're getting today

i really hope you liked this bc jake has been on my mind for ages and i couldnt find many fics here sadly

dont hesitate to request more

[powdermelonkeg]

Trying to figure out TP Link's diet based on his environment.

Livestock-wise, we've got cuccos and goats. That means

Eggs

Milk

Butter

Cheese

Potentially meat, but I don't think they get eaten unless they're old. Too valuable otherwise | EDIT: Oh yeah you need to breed goats every couple years to get milk. Add in cabrito veal!

And we know for a fact that Ordon Goat Cheese specifically is a thing. Stamped wheel and everything.

There's also fish

And bees/hornets(? It's called bee larva, but the enemy is a Hylian Hornet)

Useful for bait, but Link can eat them.

Did some more research, and apparently in Japan they eat wasp larvae? Specifically in Kushihara. So I'm counting it.

Then plants-wise we have pumpkins

And...corn. Somehow. I've never seen corn growing, but Link has some hanging in his house, so it exists.

I'm choosing to believe it comes from these plants that grow in patches around Ordon.

That gives us a lot. We've got

Cornstarch

Cornmeal

Corn oil

Corn shoots

Pumpkin seeds

Pumpkin seed oil

Pumpkin flour

Pumpkin blossoms

No source of sugar, but depending on how the pumpkins in Ordon taste, they could be naturally sweet. Like pie pumpkins. Also corn syrup is a thing if it's a sweet corn. So corn syrup needs cream of tartar which comes from grapes and apples and such. It's a byproduct of wine. No corn syrup.

Edit: Malt sugar, though!

Now for hypothetical foods.

Ordon is surrounded by pine trees, so that adds pine needle tea and pine nuts to the mix. I was a little worried about species, but apparently there are a lot of pine trees that make edible seeds, so on the list it goes.

Then there are frogs near Rusl and Uli's house, wild songbirds on cliffs, and a squirrel that talks to Link directly, so those are huntable sources of meat.

Is horse grass a cattail? Maybe? Initially, I thought it was—the ends look like cattail seedpuffs, but the leaves are completely different.

I want to treat them like cattails. Cattails that also are probably the main food source for Epona and the goats.

If we do that, that means, on top of all the other uses cattails have like stuffing and tinder and antiseptic, we get

Roots

Shoots

Ground seeds

Can't find a good match for hawk grass though. Concluding that that's not edible. Equivalent exchange and all.

Side note, how do you think horse grass spreads? It's almost always in groups of two or more plants, so that suggests rhizomes, but the image of Link picking one up to blow and stuffing flying out the end of the horseshoe is hilarious to me.

Up next, there are ferns, primarily near trees. After very careful and way-too-deep analysis of a pixelated fern's leaves, I think it's bracken fern.

Which is mildly poisonous.

And also edible.

On the list it goes!

Then finally, Sera has some kind of herb hanging in her shop.

I don't know what it is. I'm calling it Ordon Spice. Congratulations, Ordon Pumpkin Spice is now a thing.

[ckret2]

In honor of the fact that this week we're back to present day, I present you a lovingly rendered illustration in which absolutely nothing of interest is happening.

Welcome back to that fic about human Bill Cipher being the Mystery Shack's prisoner, but like, it's a kinda chill prisoner situation now, chapter 79 (we updated the numbering). Nothing happens this chapter! They return from fishing, a goat bothers Bill, fish are deboned, Bill and Dipper experience a moment of common ground and hate it, Mabel misunderstands mermaid reproduction, Bill lies to Stan about Chinese philosophy, and Ford and Bill discuss the mysterious lack of pockets in women's pants.

I'm deliberately picking the most mundane parts of this chapter but seriously not a bunch happens this week. We're easing back into things after the roller coaster that was the Axolotl arc... and more importantly, we're setting up for next chapter.

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When they'd parked at the shack, the Ramirezes got out of the truck with no trouble; but as soon as Bill stepped foot on the ground, Gompers was butting into his leg and bleating.

"Hey, what—?"

Gompers shoved his nose into Bill's palm and licked his fingers.

He jerked his fingers out of range. "Whoa, hairy. A little personal space. I had one snack for you, that's it."

Gompers stared at him reproachfully.

Well, if he wanted more, the nutrition pill Bill fed him before the fishing trip must not have had any ill effects. The pills passed the poison test; Ford hadn't been trying to pull the old "wrap a drug in cheese to sneak it down the throat of a dog or recalcitrant psych ward patient" trick.

Either that, or the pills were laced with something a goat wouldn't readily notice. Or Ford had only poisoned a couple and was willing to wait for Bill to do himself in at some random point in the future.

Bill decided to add the nutrition pills to his emergency supplies anyway. There might be a day when he'd need that food badly enough to risk it.

"Do I look like your private chef?" He pushed Gompers's nose aside. "Get outta here."

Gompers bleated petulantly and sulked his way toward the forest.

"Bill!" Mabel shouted at him from over the roof of Stan's car. "Why didn't you tell me you have a birthmark!"

"A—? What, you mean this?" He gestured in a line from his left shoulder to his right hip, following the path of the fatal wound that had cracked his soul in half. "Nobody told me I was supposed to!" Right, she hadn't had a chance to see the mark until the fishing boat got back, and then they were all distracted by the circling threat of taxpayer-funded eagles. She'd better not get fixated on his rebirthmark. Just talking about it made the cracked edges of his death wound itch beneath his shirt.

"It's cool! It looks like the Milky Way!"

Bill considered that. "Huh! Whaddaya know! I guess it kinda does." Just the thought that the crack in his soul was full of stars made it itch less. He smiled.

"I guess it's something you have in common with Dipper."

He stopped smiling. He caught Dipper's eye, they mutually grimaced, and Dipper tugged his hat down lower over his forehead and hurried indoors.

Bill said, "If you start calling me 'Milky,' I'll—" Well, he couldn't threaten to kill her, she'd never believe that. "I'll uncap all your markers and leave them in the sun."

"What! I wasn't going to, jeez."

As Bill caught up with Mabel—waiting for him out on the porch after the other adults had filed in—he distracted her from his heinous threat by poking her in the arm and saying, "Hey, I saw you make the catch of the day! Nice work, Shooting Star."

Her face lit up. "Yeah, look!" As they walked inside, she pulled out all her photos and shuffled through them until she found the one showing off her catch. "Isn't he amazing? He'd make beautiful baby mermaids."

Bill had just received a fleeting glimpse into a fantastical world inside Mabel's mind where mermaid reproduction was much more fascinating than it was in reality. He decided it would be a crime to correct her. "Boy, you're telling me."

He was trying to figure out how to casually work the suggestion that the golden trout was sacred to the Masons into the conversation when Mabel gave him a mischievous grin and said, "And I saw yooou talking to Wendy's friends. About yourself."

Bill's heart leaped into his throat. "You what? No you didn't. What?"

"Yeah you diiid! Telling them all about how you met the 'triangle guy'?" Mabel gave him the biggest most obvious wink in the history of unsubtle subtle looks.

"How...?"

"Oh yeah, didn't I mention?" Mabel said casually, examining her nails. "I'm psychic now."

Bill gaped at her as he mentally ran through all the possible timelines he knew of where Mabel gained psychic powers and tried to figure out which one they'd veered into. Had she gotten a wish out of the golden trout after all—?

She burst out laughing. "You bought it!" She stuffed the photos away, dropped onto the sofa, and pulled out her phone. "No, I'm in a group chat with Tambry. She's my meme dealer."

"Oh." Well, now he felt stupid. He knew about that meme chat. He griped, "You're playing dirty."

In response to this dire accusation, Mabel blew a raspberry. She held her phone up to Bill. "Look!" He sat by her to look.

Tambry had sent a message that read "u & ur bro looked sooooo cool out there (lol not)" accompanied by the video she'd taken of Mabel and Dipper trying to arm wrestle Bigflipper. Faintly in the background of the audio, Bill could hear Nate and Robbie talking: "Hey Robbie, think I could beat him?" "Pfff, no," then Tambry's much clearer voice, "Bet Wendy could."

And then his own voice, obviously talking twice as loud as the teens even though he was farther from the mic than Tambry: "Buuut anyway, yeah, I might've talked to the triangle guy a couple, several times."

Mabel's snicker drowned out Nate's response.

Bill shoved her head. "Hey, they're the ones that started talking about me! They were dying to talk about me!"

"Sure, Bill." Mabel elbowed him. "Hey, want me to see if I can get them to invite you to hang out?"

"Hmm! Is Tambry the kind of teen that isn't too proud to take advice from a 13-year-old?" Not that he didn't like the offer, but Bill could hardly accept Mabel's help if it would lower his coolness in the eyes of his budding worshipers.

"Oh yeah, she's fine! She commissioned matching gothy friendship bracelets for her and Robbie."

Then Tambry would probably go along with it. "Great. You're officially my agent now." 

"Yesss!"

The harder question was whether Ford would go with it. "Buuut let's hold off on arranging anything. I don't think my reputation would ever recover if they invite me out and I have to tell them I can't come out to play because I'm still grounded." He supposed if the teens ever met up at night, he could sneak out; but eventually somebody in the shack would desperately need to talk to him at 3 a.m., and once they knew he had a way to escape unaided he'd have no choice but to bail on the town and move in with his cultists before the Pines could lock him up again. His cult would be far more accommodating hosts—but that would set his progress back significantly. Besides, the self-professed Cipherwives were desperately clingy in a way that was only sexy for the first week or two before it started to get grating. He'd prefer to deal with them in short bursts.

"Right," Mabel groaned. "If you don't get out soon, it'll mess up all my plans!"

"Oh, yeah?" He was pleasantly surprised to hear she was up to some sort of mischief that needed his unique capabilities. "What kind of plans?"

"No kind until you're free." She frowned, chin in her hands. "How do we get them to okay you going outside more...?"

Bill could feel the muscles in one cheek work as his mouth twisted into a rueful half smile. "If I think of anything, you'll be the first to know."

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"Heya, St—"

"Stay outta the kitchen," Stan snapped.

Bill froze with one foot through the doorway. "Whoa, you're really ramping up my food restrictions."

"No! I'm using a knife, I don't want you near it." He waved the knife demonstratively. He was currently deboning the fish they'd caught at the lake.

"Aww, so thoughtful of you! But you don't need to worry about me, I know how to handle myself around a knife."

"Uh-huh, that's what I'm afraid of."

Bill sighed loudly, leaned in the doorway, and crossed his ankles.

He watched Stan work for a couple of minutes. "Wow. You're so slow at this."

"Shut up," Stan said, squinting as he tried to pick the ribs out of his current fish.

"I'm falling asleep watching you."

"I'd like to see you do better!"

"I could do better! I could debone a guy in seconds."

"Ha."

"No knife. Just my bare hands."

"Ha!"

"Zhuang Zi wrote about the technique." Loftily, Bill added, "That's a Chinese philosopher, by the way, since I know  you don't know. See the trick is you've got to slide your fingernails into the gaps between the meat and the bone—"

Stan smacked down the half-deboned fish, gestured at it, and said, "All right. Then let's see you do it." He stared expectantly at Bill.

Bill stared back.

Stan kept on staring. He spread his hands. Well?

Bill said, "All right, get over here."

"Why?"

"So I can debone you, genius."

Stan paused, debating whether he was willing to call Bill's bluff and risk the possibility that he did know some kind of deboning magic; then he marched up to Bill, crossed his arms, and said, "All right. Do your worst."

Bill eyed him warily. "Fine. Hold on." He stuck the tip of his thumb between his teeth.

"What—what are you doing?"

Between gritted teeth, Bill said, "What do you think, Goofus? Getting a fingernail I can slide between your meat and bones." He pulled out his thumb to give it an irritated look. "Wow, this one's stuck on tight." Back to biting.

"Forget it." Knowing Bill, he really would bite off his own thumbnail just to prove a point.

"Too scared to risk it, coward?"

"No, I just need my bones today." Stan returned to the fish and resumed deboning. "Whaddaya want, anyway. Trying to get in the fridge?"

"No, I'm here about the fish." Bill pointed at the pile of discarded bits growing by Stan's elbow. "If you're not using the heads and spines, I want them."

Stan looked at him suspiciously. "What for?"

"Funsies."

"What?"

"Fun," Bill said, "sies."

"That's not a word."

"Fine. Secret esoteric demon purposes."

"Why would I let you take them for demon purposes!"

Maybe that hadn't been the best excuse he could have pulled out. He decided to double down on it. "Oh, so suddenly this household is prejudiced against demons?"

Stan could sense a looming stupid argument. He decided he wanted nothing to do with it. "Are you gonna use them to stink up the place?"

"Not deliberately."

"Are they for some... curse or hex or something?"

"Nope!"

"Are you gonna injure or kill anyone."

"I feel like I'm letting you down, Stanley! Tell you what, give me three minutes and I'm sure I can think of a way to murder you with a fish head."

"Just take the dumb things."

"So generous of you." Bill swooped in to scoop up the heads and spines (while Stan held the filet knife well out of Bill's reach) and, rather than ask Stan to open one of the cabinets for him, grabbed a couple of dirty bowls from the sink and a bottle of dish soap so he could scrub them himself. "Enjoy your fish mutilation! I know I will!"

He washed the bowls in the bathroom and half filled one with water—as much as it infuriated him, it really wasconvenient to be able to access the main bathroom without having to ask—and returned to his room. He tugged the console table from the wall to beside his sofa, set the bowls on it, and started picking the meat Stan had missed off the spines. (He wished he could still debone a man in seconds.)

He'd hardly cleaned a few ribs when he saw Ford ducking into the room a few minutes in the future. He sighed. Really? What did Ford want. Bill kept working as he awaited the arrival, but now he was irritated about it.

Footsteps trudged up the stairs; and Ford pulled open the curtain. "Bill—" Ford yanked shut the curtain. "Why! Aren't you wearing a top!"

"To make sure you never forget to knock before barging into my room again!" Bill pulled his t-shirt back on and called sweetly, "Come in."

Ford peeked through the curtain to make sure Bill had replaced his shirt and hadn't done something like remove his bikini bottom. Bill pretended he wasn't paying attention to Ford's reaction. He kept picking off meat as he said, "I'm still better dressed than you, at least." (Ford had pulled on the coat he'd retrieved from Bigflipper without washing it, and was wearing the one brown boot he'd fished out of the lake with one black boot.) "You smell like five different gallons of stink in a two ounce cologne bottle."

"Don't act like you care." Ford apparently concluded it was safe to re-enter. His face was bright red and twice as stern-looking as it had been the first time. Hilarious how humans' capillaries did that. His eyes caught on the bowl of fish bits, and he asked warily, "What do you have those for?"

Bill picked up one of the fish heads, made direct eye contact with Ford, popped out one of its eyeballs, and ate it.

"Oh." If Bill didn't know better, he would have thought Ford looked disappointed. (What, because he couldn't yell at Bill about using magic in the shack?)

"If that's all you wanted to know..." Bill gestured toward the stairs.

"No, actually. Just—got distracted."

"By what?" Bill batted his eyelashes. "Saw something you liked?"

Witheringly, Ford said, "You know I didn't." (Bill barked a laughed. Yeah, he did know.) "No, I uh..." He grimaced. "I needed to... ask for—information."

The smirk faded from Bill's face. "Oh. Did you." He returned his attention to picking flesh from fish bones. "Well, isn't that a shame! Because I'm not holding office hours. The professor's retired."

"It could affect you, too."

Bill rolled his eye spectacularly. "Fine." He flicked a needle-thin rib bone toward Ford. "State your case."

"Those government agents who were at the beach," Ford said. "The same ones that were here last summer. What do they want? Where are they from?"

Oh, them. No surprise that the humans were worried, though. Bill himself didn't know what could possibly have brought the eagles to town unless it was Trembley (which didn't seem likely to take them to the lake) or the portal (which Bill did not want them to meddle with).

Truth be told, seeing them made Bill nervous, too. "All right," he said. "I can tell you something about them."

"What?"

"You're wrong: they don't affect me too!" Bill waved cheerily at Ford. "Byyye! Leave." Truth be told be damned, who wanted to tell the truth?

"Oh, come on, you have to give me something," Ford said. "That's what you do. You—you taunt! Drop hints!"

"And look where that got me!" He gestured theatrically at his surroundings. "Stuck in a sack of meat on Earth's ugliest couch! When's the last time that giving you my knowledge benefitted me?"

Coldly, Ford said, "I believe it was when you conned me into building your portal so you could invade my universe."

"Yeah, see?" Bill said. "It's been over thirty years since I got anything in return for teaching you! Everything I've told you since then has been used against me."

Ford took in a deep breath, held it for a moment as he thought, and let a long, frustrated sigh out his nostrils. Humans breathed so expressively. "The last time you didn't share what you knew, you almost got us all killed by an invisible axolotl."

Bill fixed Ford with a sharp look. "Oh! So if I don't tell you what you want to know, you're planning to drag me on another forced march!"

Ford winced. Oh good, his conscience had finally kicked in. "No. I'm not."

"Great! Because I've decided if you ever do that again, I'd rather die and take my chances with the afterlife. And then we both get to find out whether I get my real form back."

"Noted."

"Got any better offers?"

Ford thought. He rummaged around in his pockets. "I haaave... Bigflipper's wallet?"

"Ooh." Bill eyed it. "Real leather?"

Ford flipped it open. "There's a stamp that says 'Vera Pelle'."

"Oooh, Italian leather," Bill said. "You speak Italian with a bad Latin accent, by the way."

"I didn't ask. Is this good enough?"

"Wallet with its contents?"

"Just the wallet, for starters." He flipped through the wallet's contents as he said, "We discuss the rest for more information." He saw something he apparently liked, made a little impressed noise, and took one of Bigflipper's cards to slip into his pocket.

Bill was loath to give Ford anything. But now that they were hopefully past the point where Ford felt like he had the moral high ground if he refused Bill's terms by dropping him in an ice cold bath tub, it might be to Bill's benefit if he could finally train Ford to expect favors for favors. "I can give you their department's name."

"If I have their name, is that enough information to find out anything useful about them?"

Probably not! "That's your problem, not mine."

Ford shut the wallet. "Either increase your offer or no deal."

Oh, the little snot thought he got to negotiate? "Eh." Bill shrugged. "What do I need a wallet for anyway? It's not like women's clothing has pockets to keep it in."

Ford sighed in frustration. "Do you even know who they are?"

"Do I know who they are?! Do you know who you're talking to? I've taken control of their secretary while she was getting her appendix out! I... Oh! Nope, you're not tricking me into that!" Bill waved Ford away. "Get out of here. I'm not giving you anything."

"Fine. Sorry I asked." Ford pushed through the curtain and left.

And was back a moment later. Bill stared at him expectantly.

Tentatively, Ford asked, "Does women's clothing really not have pockets?"

"They're either tiny or decorative."

"Really? Why?"

"So Big Fashion can sell 'em purses."

"Huh." Ford considered that as he let the curtain fall shut again.

There went Bill again, showing off how much he knew. "Hey—you owe me two bucks for that pearl of wisdom!" Well, he'd just refuse to tell Ford anything next time until he'd paid for the pocket thing.

He turned back to his fish bones. Now that Ford was gone and he wouldn't be interrupted for a while, he could actually get to work.

He cracked open the four fish skulls and carefully scraped their brains into the empty bowl; and then took the first of the spines he'd cleaned off, cracked open the vertebrae along the neural canal, and scraped the spinal cord into the bowl as well. He got to work cleaning the next spine off enough to retrieve its spinal cord.

In his true, proper, triangular form, when he was a being of pure energy unencumbered by mortal flesh and bone, he could invade and control anything with neurons. (Potentially, anyway. If someone else was already using those neurons, Bill had to get their soul out of the way before he could fully take over—but that didn't apply to four dead fish.) He'd had a little book made some centuries ago, in fact, that operated on the same principle: a book whose pages were made out of pulped and pureed human brains, so that Bill could remotely control the pages, see through them, and change their very contents. It was a masterpiece of necromantic magic; a human body disassembled and rebuilt—brain, spine, skin, eyes, blood, teeth—into an awful awesome tome; a miraculous product of interdimensional enchantments and alchemical science; and far and away the coolest coffee table book Bill had ever owned.

It had also been less than worthless. What a waste of perfectly good pulped brains. If he'd used them to print postcards to solicit mail-in political donations they wouldn't have been half as useless. He wasn't even sure what dimension the dumb book had ended up in.

Still. He kinda missed his cool, useless coffee table book. And even though a book of neurons couldn't do anything for him now, if he ever got back his possession powers (when, he reminded himself—when, when, when, not "if," when), it might be useful to have a book designed for that purpose already prepared. Maybe gifted to his cultists, so he could keep in contact with them?

And it would be really satisfying to turn one of Ford's own precious journals into another of Bill's puppets.

Once he'd retrieved all the spinal cords, he poured a little water at a time from the other bowl, mashing the brains and cords and mixing them into a thinner and thinner slurry. He had to make enough of this stuff to let him spread it across every page in Journal 4, but he wasn't sure how much he could dilute the neurons before there wouldn't be enough per page to let Bill control them. Usually he could just check by slipping right into the neurons and seeing if he had enough there to work with, but that wasn't exactly an option right now.

There'd be more brains later. For now, he'd just do what he could.

As he retrieved Journal 4 from its hiding spot, he mused to himself that things really were starting to turn around. A month ago, if he'd tried to drive Ford out of the room by doing something as simple as taking a layer of fabric off his torso, he had no doubt that Ford not only would have refused to leave, but might even have found some way to punish Bill for daring to try to weaponize his own body and the humans' taboos around it. But no—he'd immediately backed out of the room, and hadn't even tried to spout any tedious nonsense about not being able to trust Bill with as basic a privilege as privacy in his own room. Bill hadn't expected Ford not to argue.

Good news: it meant that the Pines were starting to subconsciously treat him like a person instead of like an animal, if they were now including him in their nudity taboo.

Bad news: it meant they were seeing him as human.

Well—take any silver linings you can find and ignore the clouds. The more they saw him as a human, the less they'd try to prevent him from escaping his human body.

Bill popped another fish eye in his mouth, glanced toward the future to make sure nobody would come by for a while, and started painting brains onto Journal 4's pages.

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Thanks for reading, looking forward to hearing y'all's comments! Next chapter is the start of the arc y'all have been waiting for since like April last year: Bill Cipher seduces a government agent.

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(Author's Notes)

Panel 1: Evening. Imogen and Laudna head home from the library, carrying some new books. Laudna points out a tavern as a prospective place for dinner, attracted by the sign of The Gloating Goat.

Panel 2: They settle into the common room of the tavern. As usual in public, Laudna is wearing a hood to hide her face. A few patrons are present, some playing dominoes. But the room is filling up faster than expected and the unaccustomed crush of minds is wearing on Imogen. Scraps of other people's thoughts are starting to crowd around her.

Other People's Thoughts: Should I get the chicken 'n' dumplings -- purple hair! there's somethin' you don't see every day -- lamb tagine maybe they don't make it here like in Ank'harel though -- don't like the look of those strangers especially that ghoulish-looking one is that outlandish purple girl a necromancer the youth these days -- catch a skyship in Jrusar -- the witch from Gelvaan -- check out the rack on that —

Laudna: Are you all right, darling? Is it getting too crowded in here?

Imogen: I'm fine. Just a minute, did you hear . . .?

Panel 3: Focusing, she tries to listen more closely and isolate the particular thread of thought.

Someone's Thoughts: heck yeah it's her all right, purple hair with a dead girl just like they said it's the witch from Gelvaan don't let her get away bounty's gonna be ours

Imogen: Oh, no. . .

Panel 4: And then her mental defenses crumble and the entire room's thoughts come rushing in, resulting in a nosebleed. She leans against Laudna, holding her head.

Cacophony of Thoughts: I wonder if the Stratos Throne can -- 'n' dumplings better stick with the classics -- three silver two copper for the -- that top button on her blouse -- never been to Wildemount -- Imogen! Imogen, darling -- tryna cheat me -- is she all right -- fa-LA-fel? Fa-la-FEL? -- illegal here -- okay okay just gotta get rid of this double-six -- it's all right, I've got you, just breathe -- someone oughtta report -- should I leave a tip do they do that here -- hot stuff comin' through --

Imogen: We -- we gotta get out of here . . .

Panel 5: Laudna tries to guide her outside to find respite from the torrent of voices, many thinking uncharitable things about her.

Continuing Cacophony: what's wrong with that girl -- where's she going we gotta move -- drunkards at this hour what is this town coming to -- what's her problem -- hey watch it -- don't stare don't make eye contact -- really good pecan pie here -- is that girl okay

Laudna: Get out of the way!

Imogen: I'm fine, I'm fine --

Panel 6: Seeking refuge in the alley, she braces herself against the wall and tries to compose herself, breathing heavily. Laudna hovers nearby anxiously. A few thoughts from passersby are still pushing in, although they're quieter now.

Slightly Less Cacophonous Thoughts: -- dinner here or at the Falling Fish -- ugh students on holiday this isn't some party town -- gotcha

[scificrows]

#and the song references the greek shield on the album cover which shows justice leading a soldier #saying I will bring this man back and he will have his city and move freely in his father's halls (op how could you leave this in the tags!!!)

the mountain goats’ new song fresh tattoo is soooo breq/seivarden coded like

very “picking up a half-dead soldier off the street and dragging her along on your quest for justice” core

[trashogram]

He Chose You (Pt. 13.5)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.

(So, this is a quick update because chapter 14 keeps getting more complicated but I promised a continuation last weekend and couldn’t get it out due to health concerns. I hope y’all can forgive me for such a short chapter piece, but thank you for reading regardless!)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

“You’re here.” 

You paused, hands already wrapped around Lucifer’s as the words spilled from both his and your mouth. In spite of everything, you giggled semi-hysterically and the stalled expression on Lucifer’s face relaxed as well. 

He looked at you between the bars of the gate, eyes shining to the point of tears. You pressed harder against the bars of your cage as if to slip through, one hand raised to cup his cheek and thumb the cherubic blush there. 

        “I didn’t think I’d get to see you again.” He admitted, surrendering to your touch. 

It hurt to smile but you couldn’t help yourself. You grinned through your own tears, dripping down your cheeks before falling to the clouds beneath. You were struck by his admiring gaze, even with the blurring of your vision. It reminded you of the many times he’d looked at you when you were a mere mortal and not privy to the knowledge you had now. 

      You had tried so hard to fight against what that look meant, stupidly thinking you wouldn’t fall prey to it if you feigned ignorance. 

      The King sniffled, hand intertwined with your own as you explored the planes of his face once more. He closed in on the bars that kept you from each other, slumping forward to press his forehead to yours. He inhaled deeply, trying to absorb everything that was You without heeding what lay behind him or beyond. His wings had expanded to their full glory, acting as a screen between you and the less than welcoming retinue that had just attacked him. Lucifer couldn’t provide full privacy from the throng of nosy citizens gathered behind you. But at least you were shielded from Gabriel and his goons for the time being.

“It’s alright.” You soothed, fingertips fleeced through his blond hair. “We’re together now.” 

      The noise he made was more a sob than a laugh as he intended, but your heart swelled at the sound. For a moment you soaked in the touch of his face against your own, in all of its cold, marblesque glory. If you closed your eyes, you could convince yourself that you were back home, spending another lazy afternoon trussed up with Lucifer in your bedsheets. 

                Your eyes opened again, suddenly. 

“Lucifer, where’s Charlotte?” You asked. 

      The father of your child seemed out of sorts at the question. His mouth opened and closed like a gaping fish’s before enlightenment brightened his features. 

“She’s fine!” He replied. “She’s all tucked in her crib, fast asleep.” 

“Her crib… at the Farrows?” You gulped down the shot of bile that raced up your throat. 

“Well… yeah,” Lucifer’s smile wilted at the hysteria building behind your eyes like a tsunami wave. “I couldn’t very well bring her with me!”

“So you left our daughter with those people?!” You couldn’t help the shrill accusation from leaving your mouth when a million and one horrible possibilities ran through your head. 

“No! I would never!” Lucifer denied, head shaking vigorously. “She’s being watched over by the goats!”

Your eyebrows rose, rearing back. “What?”

“The goats! The ones with little wings and tails that I made? I showed them to you right before you… well, you know!” Lucifer caroled. “Remember?”

You stared at him blankly until the metaphorical lightbulb in your brain flicked on. Incredulity bodied you.

“You left… our baby… with stuffed animals…?” 

Lucifer stilled for an instant before reanimating until his body resembled less a sturdy human’s and more a flexible jello mold as his arms pinwheeled at his sides. The Devil’s wings flapped and shuddered with his anxiety.

He matched your hysteria with a frenzied laugh. “Oh! No! Not— I wouldn’t! I-I-I gave them sentience! Th-that-that was the plan! I was gonna tell you before but — I-I guess it slipped my mind after you started glowing!” 

Lucifer attempted to steady himself after the sudden burst of emotion as you stared in alarm, though he was panting when he leaned forward. 

“They were made for Charlotte. To cater to her every need! And if anything happens, they know to get me right away!” 

His eyes went wide and earnest. “I would never, ever, ever put our baby in danger. I swear to you. Never. I-if I could’ve brought her with me, a-and been sure that no one would try to take her, I’d —”

Your fingers brushed over his lips as soon as he was within range again. 

“Okay.” You interrupted.

 Lucifer blinked.

“Okay?” He asked. 

You nodded, taking his hand once more to press a kiss to his knuckles. “I believe you.” 

Your kiss had the desired effect. Lucifer melted into a daze, smiling almost shyly at the gesture before you looked into his eyes again. You tried to communicate your sincerity without words, for it would take far too long to tell him everything you’d discovered upon arriving in Heaven. 

     You sighed softly, feeling his warm breath on your face. Lucifer gravitated toward you, close enough to kiss between the infernal bars holding you back… 

“Lucifer, I…” Your words came out shakily, the heartbeat you shouldn’t have ringing in your ears. 

His lips were a hair’s breadth away. Too distracting. Your eyes fell shut. “I… lov-”

“I fucking told you this would happen!” 

You froze. 

A harsh voice rose above the din and fray, bringing reality with it to jolt you upright. 

Lucifer’s expression fell, warped by shock and horror as you were ripped away from his grasp and pulled back from the gate as if it were on fire. You gasped as your back collided with another’s chest and an arm wrapped around your midsection. 

      Your head snapped up to see Adam’s ghoulish mask hung above you, glaring over your head at Lucifer. He continued to squeeze the life out of you as he flew back and stopped a good meter away from where you’d been standing. 

       “Let go of me!” You shouted, squirming in the man’s grip. You dug your nails into his forearm, trying to pry him off of you. An unusual feeling lanced up your spine, something that was not quite pain but uncomfortable and indescribable. It further disoriented you as you were dragged back.  

A force of wind blasted over you and Adam, stopping the latter in his tracks with a curse. The gale blew back your extremities, forcing you to cover your face to block the brunt of it. You squinted through it to catch another glimpse of Lucifer. 

       The Devil’s wings pumped through the air in his rage as he stood ablaze in red, ivory and gold. He looked much like he had before your death: a fiery comet promising destruction to anything in its path. Pure energy radiated off of him from all sides as his horns protracted from the crown of his head. Fire bloomed between them to match the blood red that had overtaken his eyes, and the jagged stripes rippling over his porcelain face. 

His fangs gnashed and once delicate hands contracted into long claws that grappled with the gate panels until they bowed and bent under the pressure. 

Gasps and screams filled the air all around you.

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[wis-art]

fish goat but like if she was a human instead of a furry

[the-froschamethyst4]

Saddle Up and Shut Up

𖤐Pairing: Cowboy! Soap x Cowgirl! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: she/her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, fluff, language, married couple, P in V, pussy slapping, fingering, some dirty talk, kissing/making out, eating out, groping, nipple play, pinching,

𖤐Summary: Soap is obsessed with his wife, his wife is just as such a good cowgirl and helps him on the farm.

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After leaving the Military John Soap MacTavish had bought farmland in Yorkshire, England. He built a farmhouse and bought farm animals such as goats, sheep, cows, horses, pigs and chickens.

Soap then got married to his wife Y/n. Y/n was as good as him at being a cowgirl. She liked to go do farm chores with Soap like getting the eggs from the chickens, milking the goats and cows, shaving the sheep, and feeding the pigs and horses.

Y/n and Soap were in the field on the back of their horses, they were gonna wrangle up some calves and tag them. Soap sits walks over to her and stood next to her and saw the cows start running towards them, they got their lassos ready.

Y/n through her rope and got one of the calves and took it down, she tied it's legs and tagged the baby, she let's the calf go and got another along with Soap.

They've tagged around 10 calves.

"All done," Y/n says.

"Yep," Soap says popping the p.

Soap watches as sweat rolls down her neck. She looked so sexy right now. In Soap's eyes she looked so sexy.

"John."

"Huh?" He says, looking at her.

"Are you hungry?"

"Oh yeah, I am," he says with a smirk.

Soap and Y/n headed back to the farmhouse, they got off their horses and let them eat the grass in the front yard. She kicked her boots off at the door and Soap does too.

Soap watched her make some ham sandwiches and Soap picked which chips he wanted for his sandwich. Soap placed the chips next to the plate, Soap then placed his hand into Y/n's back pocket pulling her close to him.

"John."

"What? I'm not doing anything," he says, kissing her temple.

"Well...are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry for something else," he finally says.

He picks her up and places her on the island in the middle of the kitchen, he stood between her legs, he kisses her lips, hands cupping her cheeks and they started to have a heavy make out session.

Soap's hands going under her small white tank top, groping her breasts, they fit perfectly in his hands as she let's out a soft moan. Her fingers combing through his hair.

"S-Soap," she moans.

Soap then pins Y/n on her back, her arms going over her head as his lips were hot and wet. His tongue drags down her neck, she moans again and her finger clench in his hair slightly tugging at the strains.

"Fuck," he moans.

He sits up, he starts unbuckling his belt and removing his nasty gray shirt. He fishes his dick out of his boxers and gives himself a few pumps before, removing Y/n's belt and pulling her jeans off, her cute panties on full display for him. He smirks kissing her inner thighs, and sucking just above her panties.

He starts pulling them down and tossed them on the floor. He licks his lips before taking his hand and gently slapping it against her sloppy wet pussy.

She moans grabbing his wrist and trying to make him stop but she also didn't want him to stop. He slaps it again, she moans and squeezed her thighs around his hand.

"God, you look so cute like this, Bonnie." he says.

"K-Keep going," Y/n moans. He smirks and one the last slap he shoves two fingers inside of her. She moans, she squeezes around his fingers.

"God, you're so fucking tight baby," he says.

"Ah!" She moans indicating that he should go faster and he did. He pushes his fingers in and out of her lower half. His fingers were thick and calloused, she moans and held his wrist.

She could feel herself close to coming. She looks at him and he smirks pulling his fingers out, she whines and then he pumps himself a few more times again, before pushing himself inside of her.

She put her head back hitting the wooden counter top. She moans from the pain but ignored it because she was feeling so good. Soap smirks when seeing her face become red and tears wanting to fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. He puts his finger under her eyes and wiped them away from her eyes.

He leans down kissing the salty tears away from her face. He smiles down at her, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs wrap around his waist.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he smirks, kissing her neck and sucking on her neck leaving small purple bruises. His thrusts were becoming sloppy. He starts groaning as his tip hits against her spot. Y/n moans tossing her head back.

Soap sat down holding Y/n against his chest, he starts moving his hands from her back down to her hips, helping her bounce up and down, his tip hitting her spot, over and over.

Her head then went to his shoulder muffling her moans and biting his shoulder, he groans and taps her ass a few times earning light moans from her.

"Fuck, fuck," Y/n curses and felt herself squeeze around him. He groans and gives one more sloppy thrust and felt himself coming. Y/n let's out one more moan before coming as well.

Y/n was panting as Soap pulls out, feeling his tip and feeling his sticky cum. He moves Y/n on her back, he goes down and sees cum leaking from her. He smirks and licks his lips and licks the mixed cum.

Y/n moans her thighs wanting to squeeze around his head but they were being forced open by Soap. He looks up at her, her right arm over her eyes, her mouth slightly opened with moans coming from her lips. Her left hand squeezing the the edge of the counter top.

Her nipples were hard due to the cold counter on her back when her tank top raised up. His hand goes up Y/n's tank top squeezing her breasts and pinching at her hard nipples.

She moans her small hands holding his hand through her tank top.

"S-Soap, I'm-I'm gonna cum again," she moans.

"Do it, bonnie," he groans as he kept licking her and sucking on her clit.

She moans fighting against his hand holding her open, she finally squeezed his head as he moving his tongue faster and the wet sounds filled the kitchen.

"Ah!" She moans before finally coming again.

Soap sits up looking down at Y/n, she was sweaty and her hair sticking to her forehead along with Soap's hair sticky to his own forehead.

"Fucking hell," he cusses.

Soap pulls Y/n off the counter top and takes her to their shared bathroom. He placed her on the sinks counter taking off her tank top and turning on the shower. He watches as she gets off the counter and gets into the shower.

Soap strips from his clothes and hops in the shower with Y/n. He starts cleaning her up before himself. He pours shampoo in his hands rubbing it in and massaging it into her hair. Rinsing it out of her hair and then using her conditioner.

He grabs her loofa and puts her body wash on it and rubs it gently into her skin, she smelled like strawberries and vanilla.

"You smell so good," he says, kissing her neck and her shoulder.

"I better, you're cleaning me," she says.

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Y/n laid on the couch in one of Soap's shirts, he comes out of the shower in sweatpants and no shirt like usual. He sits next to her moving her feet to his lap.

"You tired?" He asks.

"A bit," she moves to cuddle up to his side now.

"I can tell, don't worry, bonnie," he kisses the top of her head, her eyes started to close, and light snores came from her. Soap smiles down at her kissing the top of her head and rubbed her side.

"You're such a sexy cowgirl," he mumbles, he taps her hips and gave her hip a gentle squeeze. "Sleep tight, bonnie," he says.

[itstimetojellyfish]

Fanning the flames of affection (Jiaoqiu x reader)

Angst/Fluff/Smut. This is gonna be a long one so please don’t complain if you lose track of time reading this.

this is my first smut post so yeah.

Btw , you can request a male version of the smut if you’d like .

MDNI

Contains: Oral(Fem!reader receiving) , penetration, basically pretty vanilla , tail stroking , tail cuddling , tail humping .

It’s too fucking spicy .

When you first came to the Xianzhou Yaoqing , you heard of the amazing Jiaoqiu , known for his extraordinary culinary and medical skills . The praises of him were practically as high as the stars above!

So , your first mission was to find his restaurant and beg him for some of his special noodles , seeing that everyone praised the wonderful and magnificent flavors it had and how healthy it was .

You wandered along the streets of the Yaoqing , talking to many of the locals questioning them where the famous Jiaoqiu was so you could eat his wonderful food .

They just chuckled and said he’s a stall vendor and that you should prepare your spice tolerance , you have a pretty good one since you grew up on the Luofu so you have nothing to worry about!

Or so you thought.

You were always a foodie , picky on how you wanted the dishes to be made and how they were supposed to be cooked , this was mainly because your taste buds were particularly sensitive .

One time your mother just handed you grilled fish and you almost cried because of how bland the flavor was compared to the other dishes your mother made for you .

You never considered the fact that she was getting tired of you and was actually leaning towards the option of putting tapeworms in your food…

But anyways !

You walked along the streets and when it became dark you would go to a nearby inn and rest there for the night .

Soon , after a whole 2 weeks of dutifully tracking down the pink-haired foxian , you finally found the stall that he lead and plopped your butt down and ordered some of the famous noodles.

He smiled at you sweetly , but it had an undertone of something dangerous that wasn’t exactly something you feared but was a bit concerning to the point you checked your food for poison and tapeworms.

You looked over them before taking a tentative sip of the broth and then devouring the noodles immediately, you couldn’t help it! But then you felt something was wrong .

Now , you did say that you had a pretty good spice tolerance, but the people failed to mention and describe how fucking spicy the food he created was .

Not even two minutes in the spice started burning your throat like a thousand wasps stinging the tender flesh of your throat and you realized that your lips and tongue were starting to go numb .

You forgot how sensitive your taste buds were after countless mornings of eating bland porridge….

The pink - haired foxian just stared at you with a cunning smile as he watched you wheeze for your life before narrowing his eyes and realizing something was terribly wrong .

He rushed over to the refrigerator and pulled out a chilled bottle of puffer goat milk before running to your side and prying your jaw open , noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks .

He coaxed your throat to relax by petting your throat where the windpipe would be and then poured the thick , sweet creamy milk down your throat.

He capped the bottle before bending over the counter and brought out a bag of ice before taking the scooper and placing a few ice cubes on your tongue and rubbing your back.

After a few minutes , your coughing fit eased and you opened your eyes a crack to see the Foxian gently pet your cheek before asking ,” Are you alright?”

You took a deep breath before telling him ,” Yeah… I’m okay now, if you’re wondering why I had such a strong reaction that was because I have some pretty sensitive taste buds.. but your food is really good!”

He eyes you up and down , his tail swaying side to side and then gently laying itself on your thigh .” That’s good to hear , thank you”

You looked at his fluffy pink tail resting itself on your leg before looking back up and the male towering over you and smiling .” You’re welcome!”

While you did find the tail on your thigh a little bit affectionate, you just thought of it as some resting time for it since it always has to rely on the foxian’s spine . You wonder whether or not it painful for their spinal cord.

You didn’t know that this was a sign of interest in you .

Then something stared to cramp in your stomach…. Did you not get rid of all the tapeworms yet?…

You quickly placed a hand in your stomach as you closed your eyes, resisting the urge to cling onto Jiaoqiu’s fluffy tail for dear life as your stomach started cramping really bad.

In the mist of pain , you could vaguely feel someone’s arms gently wrap around your shoulders and underneath your knees and lift you up into the air .

Soon you were being carried around the ship in Jiaoqiu’s arms as he rushed to his house for some herbs to treat your condition .

Soon , soft buttery linens caressed your form as you felt a warm sturdy hand rub your stomach gently as a cold sharp object cut through your flesh and a pair of tweezers gently picks through your fragile flesh and takes out things one by one.

Soon , something pierces your skin again as it sews your flesh closed again and a large warm hand rubs your stomach and pets your head as you soon begin to fall asleep.

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The warm sunlight pierces your eyes as you groggily get up and rub your face as you attempt to recall last night.

As you sit up in bed , a warm hand gently pets your naked back and rubs your spine gently as you feel something soft and warm curl around your waist and rub against the flesh .

You tense up before looking down and seeing a pale pink tail rubbing against you , you immediately turn pink as you whip your head around and see the Foxian drape a soft white robe around you while giving you that signature smile.

He fully clothed behind you and you look down noticing the stitches in your stomach , his tail avoiding the spot .

You’re stunned speechless as he picks up a spoon from the table next to you and dips it into some sort of pale white pudding and then holding the spoon to your mouth .

“Open up ,” Jiaoqiu says as he gently parts your lips with the spoon , waiting for you to open your jaw and allow the somehow healthy gelatinous dessert into your mouth.

You chew for a bit , relishing the cool sensation of the pudding in your tongue as his eyes soften and his hands place the spoon down after you’re done eating .

He gives you some of his shirts , quite large actually , and then heads off to the living room proclaiming,” Take it easy for today , if you need me just yell , you wouldn’t want your stitches coming loose would you?”

You look down as he leaves and then realize, he’s the one who helped you when your cramps got bad.

Soon you end up somehow changing into the clothes he gave you and shakily walk your way into the living room where he’s lounging at looking at a recipe book.

He smiles at you and invites you over , and so , this is the start of your domestic life together for the next two weeks .

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It’s been quite awhile since you’ve been living together , he’s helped you a lot since your flesh has yet to heal and adjust, while he has taken out the stitches , your nerves still need to mend together .

You can’t move much because of that so when you need something , Jiaoqiu either gets the item for you , or he carries you .

During this time , you’ve gotten to know each other better , like how high his spice tolerance is , and he’s learned about your preferences.

Also , you’ve noticed he has favored you quite often these past few weeks .

You don’t like this pepper? Never seen in his kitchen again .

The mint is too much for you ? Thrown out the window immediately.

Too spicy? Immediately lowered while other customers still complain .

There’s also another reason, foxian ears and tails are very sensitive , and they don’t just let anyone touch it , but bring the ill-informed person you are , you ask to pet them .

He stares at you before chuckling and tilts his head towards you and sways his tail , allowing you to touch them to your heart’s content.

Now , you only realized this when you went to the library for some new recipe books ,Your wound has gotten better so Jiaoqiu allowed you to go out , when you were searching the shelves you stumbled upon an open book about Foxian customs .

Next thing you know you rush out of the library with two recipe books underneath your arm and as red as a tomato .

When you get home you quickly plop the books on the kitchen counter for Jiaoqiu to read after he’s done cooking for others .

After a few hours he’s back from work and has started to cook some stir fry for you , the spices overflowing the room with their scent .

You aren’t gonna lie , the man is extremely handsome and you wouldn’t mind if he had his way with you , but you aren’t sure if he felt the same way .

He’s been quite the lovely guy and he’s been very hospitable, so you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give in and indulge in your fantasies…

Right?

You were brought out of your thoughts when the man you’ve been thinking of walked over to you and gently lifted your chin ,” A credit for your thoughts? I haven’t gotten the name of the woman who I’ll be working with “

You stare at him before asking ,” Wait… working with? “

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, you flushed red to the point you would’ve looked like an actual tomato . You didn’t think you could’ve gotten any redder .

You didn’t know he was courting you all this time!

Before you know it he has you pinned to a wall and is caressing your cheek ,” Oh Y/N …. My sweet darling … have you finally noticed my affections for you ?”

You look away before nodding slightly , making a wide smirk appear on his face , a chuckle escaping his lips .

“ It’s about time .” A soft tail curled loosely around your ankle and he gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You stare at him for a few seconds before pressing your lips together and saying ,” Oh fuck it….”

He smiles at you before tugging at the hem of the shirt he let you borrow and asking ,” So you’re consenting to this?”

You nod your head before tipping his head towards you and pressing your lips to his frantically , wishing for more even though you don’t know how to get it .

You’re a bit inexperienced so you’re hoping he knows what to do …. However you do know the basics of what happens .

He gently swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips as he kisses you back with just as much force you put in , asking for your permission.

You gladly part your lips allowing him entry as he immediately thrusts his tongue into you mouth and starts to explore your mouth , caressing your tongue with his .

Mean while , his hands are busying unbuttoning your shirt while yours are clinging onto his shoulders for dear life while he ravishes your mouth .

A burning warmth is pooling in your stomach as he finally undoes the last button and starts to fondle your waist , one hand creeping up to your bra to unclasp it while the other continues to grasp at your flesh .

He pulls away from your mouth and narrows his eyes as he struggles to unclasp your bra , pouting slightly .

You giggle before reaching back and help him take your bra off , handing it to him after it’s been unclasped .

He looks at the lacy white material before throwing it to some unknown corner and lifting you up and starts walking towards the bedroom kissing you fervently while you tangle your fingers into his soft pink hair .

He gently puts you down into the bed and sits down with you , immediately fondling your breasts and pinching your cute nipples until they turn stiff , making you moan .

As he continues that his mouth is sucking your supple skin and he’s straddling your thigh and grinding his crotch against it , making you soak your panties at the scene in front of you .

He trails a line of kisses down to your midsection as his hand creeps lower and pulls down your shorts slightly to fondle your womanhood , making you squeal .

“ Hey!…” You gently pushed his hand away before curling in and flopping onto the bed .

Jiaoqiu stares at you before smiling and asks ,” Too fast my darling girl?“

You blush before nodding , before you can say anything , he gently brushes his pink tail against the fabric of your panties and the tip of it teasingly pulls on the fabric before resting against it .

He leans forward and then kisses you passionately before telling you ,” I can take it slow if you’d like…”

Before you can respond he rubs his tail against you and before you know it , your straddling his tail and humping against it as both of you moan out loud.

Your hands are tangled in the soft fur of his tail as he marks your collarbone and neck all over , your slick leaking through your panties and soaking his tail a bit.

You whine as he starts fondling your chest and whimper out ,” Jiaoqiu…. I’m close…”

He chuckles before kissing the nape of your neck and says ,” Don’t worry…. Let go , I’ll get my reward later …”

As soon as he said that , the glass broke as you came , drenching the middle of his tail with translucent liquid, slicking it up while you kept grinding against it .

After your pleasure high, you slump onto him and take deep breaths as his hand pets your back.

While you’re in a daze, you don’t realize that Jiaoqiu has lowered himself to your crotch and has pulled off your panties , you only do realize when you feel cool air against your wet folds .

You push your upper body up immediately only to find the one bedding you face to face with your fold looking like he’s ready to devour them.

“ Hey… what are you doing?…” You reach for his head but before you can pull him off , he blows warm air on your cunt and his tongue peeks out of his mouth and licks a warm, wet stripe against it while pushing your legs apart so he can get better access .

Soon you’re writhing around as Jiaoqiu thrusts his tongue into your sweet ,tight ,and warm hole as you complain ,” Jiaoqiu! It’s dirty down there! Don’t lick it- Oh!!”

Your hands tangle in his hair as you moan out loud , brushing against his long ears , making him moan against your cunt sending pleasurable vibrations against your cunt.

Your feet kick out as he starts sucking on your clit , you don’t realize he’s picked through the drawers to find some lube until you feel a cool , wet finger gently part your folds and find your small little hole and gently prod at it .

You flinch a bit and he asks , “ Is this okay with you?” His amber eyes pierce through your skin , as you press your lips together .

You nod your head and he gives you a light hum before continuing to suck on your clot and prods at your hole .” This might feel a little weird but it’s going to feel good okay?”

“ Okay…” You lied down as he gently inserted his finger in , making your fingers in his hair grip tighter .

He smiles at you before kissing your clit and holding it in his mouth as he wriggles his finger around in you , stretching you out .

As soon as you loosen up a bit and relax around his finger , he presses another finger in and sucks on your clit hard in order to distract you from the pain .

You squeal and flinch as he does that and writhe around when he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you , pressing against your insides.

Soon enough you’re taking four of his fingers , and he starts to push around to find that one spot that would make you see stars .

It didn’t take long before you start fidgeting around , moaning out constantly, and then his fingers feel a rough patch and you yell out .

He smirked and then took out his fingers , pulled down his boxers , revealing his length , which was a pretty considerable size…

He lubed it up , making him hiss a bit , and placed the head of it against your cunt, the precum on it smearing .

You held your breath as he slowly breached your hole and your warm , wet insides spasms around the length penetrating your most delicate parts.He notices this and brings his tail up to your hands and gently tangles his fur into your hands while his have a firm grip on your waist

Once Jiaoqiu felt you relax , he asked you ,” Are you ready?” In an affectionate yet strained tone.Is was very clear that he was trying to hold back from rutting into you and making you a brainless mess.

You sigh before clinging onto his tail and telling him ,” Yeah… I’m ready.”

He smiles at you softly before pulling out a bit , and then thrusting in gently, making you moan out.

His smile turns into a smirk as he pulls out a few inches, and then thrusts in a little bit harder , making your walls spasm and tighten which made his grip on your hips tighter .

You looked up to see his pretty face have sweat beading on the side of it and his amber eyes clouded with determination as he continue to gently thrust in and out , patiently waiting for you to say that he could go faster .

After you get used to the intrusion, you take a deep breath and tell him ,” Alright…. You can go faster.”

His head immediately looks up and stares at you before raising an eyebrow and asking you ,” Are you sure?”

You nod , and some enough he’s pounding into you mercilessly as you writhe around , moaning and whimpering .

You can feel the burning sensation in your stomach get hotter and hotter until it finally snaps and you attempt to warn your partner ,” Jiaoqiu!.. I’m-… Gonna cu-!”

However you only manage to get out most of the sentence before your cum seeps out of your cunt even with the object plugging it up .

The foxian feels your wall tighten and relax sporadically which leads him to thrust into your warm welcoming heat and fuck you through your orgasm .

Soon enough , he’s pulling out and hot white ropes of semen latch onto your skin , after he gets down from his pleasure high , he collapses onto you , grabs the edge of the blanket with one hand , and pulls it over you two as his other hand latches onto your waist .

You fall asleep in his arms when he gently pets you head and tangles his hands into you hair , kissing your fore head and whispering sweet nothings.

You don’t hear what exactly he says though .

You didn’t react when he said ,

“ You’re such a lovely bunny…”

[whore-ibly-hot]

Hello and Happy Holidays to you! I've been a lurker of this blog and I just gotta say that your Boarding School Series heals me, my crops are thriving, skin cleared, grades immaculate, all that- /pos

I hope asking for some info about the teaching staff would be okay? Regardless of if its general or a little more specific, what are each of the staff member's envisioned future with the reader? (Staring [dis]respectfully at all of them)

LETS GOOOOO! The crops are looking good, my anons won't starve! Now let's see....

Mr. Burton: As far as what he sees for him and the reader, he wants to get back into the art scene. Maybe not through his own work, but as a dealer or even a critic. He doesn't want a huge mansion, to much upkeep, but a nice studio in a big city sounds just perfect. He wants you sitting pretty by his side, his muse for paintings and photos. Of course, he'd never display or seel that art, it's a personal passion project. He wouldn't necessarily want kids, but would be 'meh' if not a little annoyed if some came along. Still, the idea of raising a prodigy... He's also the kind of guy to refuse to get a pet but gets very attached to whatever animal you move in with. A kitten? He's using its paws to make those dumb little cat paw paintings online? A dog? He's training it to bring him the brushes and gouache.

Coach Koslov: He loves coaching, the schools athletics department is thriving, and he's happy working with star athletes. However, he wants you away from here. It's simply not healthy, all these boys. You need a man, him. He's got a big home, from his days of being an athlete and olympian, for galas and parties. However, it's long empty now. He'd love to bring life into the home again, get you, and two big ass dogs. He goes for runs frequently, and he would love a pair of bruisers to take on walks but cuddle and love all the same. Children? He worries he's too old for them, but if you insist, he'd get through it and realize how much he wants them. An orthodox Russian wedding, even though he's not religious it's a cultural thing. He'd be a doting dad, the kind to strap the baby to his chest before a run. He's also one of the dad who insist on swim training for the babies safety but sobsnwhen the instructor pushes them in the pool. Little league? Hell yeah.

Critch: He's a simple man, he likes quiet nights of reading at home, and a clean home with a cup of warm tea. He'd want to be traditional, marrying you in a pretty white dress, regardless of your gender, carrying you over that threshold and making you his. Hes expect you to cook and clean, again, regardless of gender, but in return he'd spoil you with travel to luxury places and home upgrades. Experiences, not pointless material items, as he explains to you. He has no pets of his own, but he's a frequent bird feeder oddly enough. Finds it relaxing. He's far to old to want to have a child with you, but he is one for discipline and creating a better, 'proper', future for someone, so he wouldn't be against adopting someone, just older than a toddler.

Kory Koffman: I made a post about Kory already, but to summarize he wants a nice home with plenty of kids, who he can teach and nuture. He's very focused on giving them a life he didn't have, one where he was lonely and outcasted from other kids. Luckily, he always had his mother's love, and he wants his kids to experience that too. He'd be a great dad, saving up the moment you even mention kids to get a bigger home. He'd love a cat, someone snuggle to curl up on his lap while he reads. Or a fish tank with native fish, he loves the sound of running water.

Mr. Murphy: He's the kind of guy who wants a big ol' house outside of city limits, a farmhouse with land for a couple chickens, maybe goats, and a forest nearby for good hunting and fishing. He comes from a big happy family, all boys, and he wants a huge wedding despite not being one for pageantry. You're special, you've made an impact on him and you deserve a grand wedding. Once your married, he'd want a housewife to; like his mama. Cooking and cleaning while he works, coming home and kissing you while helping you finish a stew. Then laying in bed, maybe taking a roll in the hay. Sounds perfect. He'd go to the shelter with you for a big dog, but somehow leave with the oldest, crustiest senior dog they had. He knows what it's like to feel insecure about being past your prime, seen as gruff and not worth someone's time. It hurts him, so know you've got a rickety little yelper scurrying around the house and laying on his daddy's lap. He wants kids, as many as possible to fill up that farm house of his, but i can sense he's a bit of a girl dad. Family camping trips are frequent, he wants his kiddos as interested in nature as he is, not just how to hunt and kill, but to appreciate it.

[soombee]

ଳ⋆｡˚𖦹 caught in the current of you — 05 , 𝓲 𝓯𝔀 𝔂𝓱𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝔂

warnings ! lowk slight angst + ummm slighty freaky

wordcount , 2291 / 2.2k (sorryLOL)

u r pink, leehan is green (for thoughts)

11:30 am — your house

leehan shot you a quick text and leaned back in his seat, idly scrolling through his phone until the front door swung open

he stepped out of the car as you peeked out, waving him over. your hair was a bit messy, and you were still your pajamas—a cropped long-sleeve top and matching short shorts with little teddy bears printed on it

“omg hi,” she greeted, holding the door open for him, “sorry, i’m still in pjs, come quick it’s cold”

leehan closes the front door, letting the warmth of the heater cover his frosted skin

“i need a second opinion,” you clarified, leading him towards your room

leehan looked around, noticing the soft sage green that matched her personality perfectly

he noticed your bean bag and crashed on it, the walls are adorned with a mix of posters, photos, and decorations, adding a personal touch

“so,” turning toward him, “what do i wear?”

leehan glanced at your pajamas, then at the outfits on the bed, “i mean u could just go like that,” he joked, a small smirk tugging at his lips

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “SERIOUSLY, sangwon’s almost there!! we’re gonna be lateee!”

“i’m serious, it’s cute,” he said, shrugging casually “but if u insist, let’s see”

“Hello. DID I HEAR HIM CORRECTLY???.!.?” your eyes wide open, “omg. He’s so. Freaking Oblivious. AHAHHHHHAHAHAHHH!!!”

he got up from the bean bag and walked over to your bed, picking up a fitted white tee

“what about this?” he holds it up to your body, “looks nice on you”

you nodded, picking at your own hands as you try your best not to squeal in front of him, “mmm alright, what about my jeans?”

leehan grabbed the washed jeans that were folded neatly and held them against the crop top

“omg wait, i’m literally so goated at this wtf” he nods his head in disbelief, “it matches ur proportions perfectly, you’re welcome”

you laughed at his praise “don’t get too ahead of urself buddy… it’s literally just a basic tee w baggy jeans”

“always hating for what?” he chuckles, setting the clothes down

you scoff, heading towards the bathroom, “let me get changed real quick”

leehan nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he glanced around your room and his eyes landed on your bed side table, a polaroid of you and your friends at some social event. his eyes lingered on you,

“cute..” — leehan

when you returned, dressed in the outfit he picked, he blinked at LEAST 10 times, he was caught a little off guard. the cropped shirt hugged your figure just right,

“what’s this feeling…?” he could hear his heart beat, “whatever.. must be cus it’s my first time in a girls room.. yeah.. sure..”

“so?” you asked, doing a little spin

“uh..” he paused, trying to find the right words as he looks you up and down, “i— uh, you’re welcome, is all i can say”

“your ego is too high for your own good, hannie” you grab your bag from the dining room table and head towards the door, not noticing your nickname slip up “let’s gooo”

he looks down at you, getting a strange feeling in his stomach, “haha, let’s go” he fixes his hair

“damn it’s getting hot in here.” he smirks

12:38 pm — almost there (sorry not sorry sangwon)

the drive was quiet at first, considering you two just stared getting to know each other, there was only the low hum of the music playing in the background.

leehan, was always one to fill silences, started rambling about some new fish he saw at the aquarium the other day..

“it was huge, yn. like, i thought it was going to jump out the glass and bite me or something!!” he said, his eyes lighting up as he gestured wildly with one hand

you chuckled at his words, nodding along, though your mind wasn’t on the fish. you were too busy noticing the small things about him—

you noticed how his fingers tapped against the steering wheel in time with the beat, how his side profile looked unfairly perfect in the sunlight streaming through the rolled down window, how his beauty marks were spread perfectly across his face… oh how lovely he was!!

“how can someone be so perfect?!” you flash a soft smile, feeling your heart beating out of your chest, thank god for the loud freeway & background music..

when you two finally arrived, leehan was quick to jump out and jog around the car to open your door

you blinked at him as he held it open with a small bow, smirking like it was the most natural thing in the world

“you didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, putting away your makeup as you finish touching your blush up (u didn’t even have to do that with leehan there hehe #NaturalBlush)

“i know,” he replied easily, like it was no big deal, how oblivious of him!!

you tried to ignore the way your chest tightened at the gesture. he was like this with everyone, wasn’t he? always kind, always thoughtful, right..?

as you two walked down the sidewalk towards the café, you found yourself hyper-aware of your surroundings—the crunch of leaves underfoot, the faint chill in the air, and most of all, the proximity between you and leehan. your arms swung lightly at your sides, occasionally brushing against each other

his fingers grazed yours, so brief it could’ve been nothing, but it felt like everything to you. you froze for a fraction of a second, your heart skipping a beat, but he didn’t seem to notice. he kept walking, completely unfazed, rambling about some band Sangwon had recommended to him last week

“how is he this oblivious?!” your cheeks heating up as you stared down at your shoes. so obviously distracted by the phantom feeling of his hand brushing yours that you barely heard what he was saying

“yn?” he stopped in his tracks to check up on you

you blinked, looking up, “h-huh what??”

he gave you a curious look, tilting his head slightly, “u good? u look…uhh..troubled?”

“uh, yeah! totes fine!!” you say quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving him a little smile

“hm” leehan squinted at you, not believing you one bit

for a moment, you let herself hope—just for a moment—that maybe he had felt it too.

but then, as the day went on, you watched him being his usual self, holding doors open for strangers, offering a smile to anyone and everyone, and you realized it was just him,

you weren’t so special, he was just nice to everyone!

you can’t believe you thought you might’ve been special to him —maybe those smiles meant something extra when he gave them to you?

but now, as the day went on and you watched him be just as sweet to sangwon— well, maybe even sweeter— but you realized it wasn’t the case

your heart sank a little, becoming a lot quieter, not really in the mood to laugh along with their jokes anymore

sangwon, who was surprisingly observant, noticed almost immediately. when your huzz wandered off to grab drinks, he nudged you

“what’s up with you”

“nothing” you lied, continuing to scroll on your phone

he rolled his eyes, “you’re so annoying, you’ve been weird all day.” he scoffed, “does it have to do with him?”

you silence was enough to answer his suspicions, how’s his dumbass so emotionally aware.

sangwon sighed, glancing over at where leehan was fiddling with a vending machine, “look, he’s dumb. like, reaaalllyyy dumb.. he probably doesn’t even realize he’s making you feel this way”

“i’m fine,” you muttered, voice cracking slightly. you don’t even know why you cared so much!! it’s not like you two were ever anything?!

sangwon stared at your frown for a moment before clicking his teeth,

“what’s up w him…”

by the time leehan returned, you noticed sangwon had a smirk on his face

“yo, hasn’t she been kind of quiet today?” sangwon said casually, sipping his drink

leehan frowned, his eyes flicking to your figure, “really? are you okay?”

you forced a small laugh, “fine, just tired”

he didn’t seem convinced, spending the rest of the day trying to cheer you up. he tried everything, telling you the most ridiculous stories, made faces that would have embarrassed anyone else just to make you smile — even just a little bit

6:49 pm — leehan’s car

by the time he was driving you home, the sadness that had been weighing on your chest had mostly lifted, thanks to his silly little self

“thank you for today,” you said softly as he pulled up to the driveway

“anytime,” he replied, looking at your face intently

you tried to play it off, shifting your weight slightly, but the way his eyes studied you made it impossible to move naturally

“fuck.” lub-dub , lub-dub

“FUCKCKCKCKKK” your heart screams

leehan wasnt saying anything else, just looking. his expression was calm, unreadable, but there was something about the way he wasnt blinking—like he couldn’t, like he didn’t want to miss a single detail

“what?” you asked, your voice quieter than you intended

“nothing,” he said, eyes refusing to waver

your heart thudded against your ribs, your skin heating under the intensity of it all. you forced yourself to glance away, breaking the invisible thread pulling you toward him. but even when you weren’t looking, you could feel it—his eyes lingering on you, the weight of his silence, the strange electricity hanging between you two

“youre staring,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant

“am i?” he smirked, as though he hadnt even realized. but the slight shift in his posture betrayed him—his fingers flexed against his jeans, and he took the smallest step back, like he was trying to compose himself?

“yes, yes you are,” you muttered with a nervous heart, still avoiding his gaze

“didnt mean to” his voice softened, and when you glanced back at him, you noticed how his jaw tightened, like he was holding himself back. he looked away quickly, messing with his hair in that casual way he always did when he was nervous, but his fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing grounding him

“holy shit he’s so.”

it was silent for a moment, the kind of silence that made your skin tingle. you were certain he was just zoning out, that his obliviousness was working overtime today. after all, he was leehan—the guy who never seemed to notice how much you cared

even though you just met the guy.

but what you didn’t see was the way his chest rose and fell unevenly as he tried to look anywhere but at you.. how he swallowed hard to push down the lump in his throat.. how he wanted nothing more than to close the distance between you but stopped himself every. single. time.

because in leehan’s mind, you didnt feel the same. you couldnt, not when you were so effortlessly you, and he was just… him.

how you never returned his subtle glances in chemistry. how you never listen to the songs he writes for you. how you never noticed him.

“next time…”

“lets go,” you said finally, breaking the moment as you grabbed your bag

“right,” he said, clearing his throat as he turned toward the door. but his hand twitched at his side, and for a fleeting second, he almost reached out to you. almost.

instead, he held the door open, waiting as you walked past, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor now

you didnt notice the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the car door or the way his lips pressed into a thin line to keep from saying the one thing he wanted most

and as you brushed past him, your shoulders accidentally bumping, you felt a spark, faint but impossible to ignore

“thank you,” you mumbled, brushing your hair behind your ear as you hurried toward the front door

“anytime,” he said again, his voice quieter this time, almost like a promise he wasnt sure he was allowed to keep

but then, in the corner of your eyes, you noticed the packages stacked outside the door—big, heavy furniture boxes that you completely forgotten were supposed to arrive today

“uuuugghhhhhh,” already dreading the idea of dragging them inside

“hm? whats wrong?”

“nothign, just…those” you motioned towards the boxes

leehan followed your gaze, “oh, let me help”

“nonono, you dont have to—”

“too late,” cutting you off, racing you towards the front door

you worked together to carry the boxes inside, though you struggled with yours almost immediately….. #weak

before you could protest for the nth time, leehan reached over to help, his hand brushing yours as he took over the box for you

something suddenly knocking the air out of you. you glanced at him, cheeks burning but he didn’t seem to notice at first

he looked up, catching the flustered expression in your eyes

“wait are you blushing?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement

“what? no!!!” you defended, punching him slightly, “you wish.”

“yes i do.”

he grinned, and then—he giggled. actually giggled. it was soft and boyish, the kind of sound that sent anyone’s heart into overdrive

“riiighhhttt,” he teased, “must be the heat or something!!”

you glared at him, the effect was ruined by your reddish cheeks, “just shut up and carry the box”

leehan’s laughter followed you into the house, and even after he left, the sound lingered, echoing in your mind long into the night

maybe sangwon actually put u on… hm.. nah

i giggled writing the last part hehehehehehe , user writemyeyes isn’t leehan beeteedubs

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