#cuz i don't own two same glasses

[mangocustard16]

like y'all won't believe what happened rn

i'm shaking as i type, i literally have tears in my eyes. just background info, i have prescription glasses, and the powers in my right and left eye are different and they both have both cylindrical and spherical lenses. and most of the prescription glasses that i have seen, have either cylindrical or spherical lenses(spherical being more common)

so i hope you understand my surprise.

i went to a local cafe with my friends today yk to have some fun after exams and to enjoy the holidays. we order some snacks and my friend A suggests that we like take some pictures before the food arrives. now, we take some pictures, I vividly remember wearing my glasses for some of the pictures. after we looked at the pictures we found out that my glasses were reflecting the light making me look somewhat like yk that anime light up glass person(i'm sorry idk the name for those)

So after we laughed about it, I TOOK OFF MY GLASSES AND PUT IT ON THE TABLE RIGHT NEXT TO MY WATER (MY FRIENDS SAW ME DOING THIS ISTG), and we took some more pictures we came back to our table and i took my glasses and put them on, as i'm putting them on i slide the frame behind my ear like every normal person, so imagine my surprise when i feel the frame touching something. and i like check my hair incase something was stuck on it. and. AND I FIND MY EXACT SMAE GLASSES RESTING ON TOP OF MY HEAD. omg im so scared that i'm about to cry. my friends and i were so scared that we canceled our order and left(that's how ik that they didn't prank me cuz there's no way we would have paid money and not eaten the food)

like we checked all the pictures and sure enough, the glasses were on my head (ISTG EVERY PERSON WITHOUT GLASSES CAN'T RELATE BUT I PROMISE I NEVER NEVER PUT MY GLASSES ON TOP OF MY HEAD, ITS JUST NOT AN HABIT)

and now i have two absolutely identical spectacles, with the same frame and the same power, i am so scared like idk what to do

is this my experience about the glitch in the matrix

#im scared #y'all need to help me calm down #make up some theories cuz i don't wanna accept this #cuz i don't own two same glasses #i do have a backup one but its a completely diff frame #don't mind my english my brain.exe has stopped working #glitch in the matrix #glitch #glitch in the system

[seijorhi]

Tendou and Ushijima are such scary yanderes! Tendou cause he's already kinda insane and Ushijima is like a brick wall when he puts his mind to something.  

i feel like ushiwaka's the type of guy that could pretty easily convince you to start a relationship with him. cuz let's face it he's stupidly attractive, a crazy talented volleyballer and an olympic medalist (to me) to boot, and he's not actually a dick, he's just a little intense. blunt. some might say slightly awkward.

but at the start of it all, you don't see the red flags. you like ushijima. he's surprisingly attentive for an athlete playing at his level, which you weren't really expecting but it makes you feel special. wanted.

and then you meet his friends. tendou, specifically.

the thing is, wakatoshi's kind of a possessive guy. not jealous, exactly. he's not glaring down every guy that dares to look at you that's just his face and throwing punches, he's not even that big on PDA, he just likes it when you're close, when he's got his hand wrapped in yours or resting on your thigh. he enjoys that physical touch, a tangible reminder that you're there, you're his.

he doesn't take it well when other people try it.

tendou, apparently, is an exception to that rule.

while you've been walking around with rose tinted glasses this whole time, ushiwaka's got full on blinders on – at least where his high school bestie's concerned. he almost growled the other night when eita went in for a hug hello, but he's sitting right next to you, seemingly unbothered by the redhead practically draping himself over you, the long fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

you'd knocked his hand away – he keeps sliding it back.

not wanting to make a fuss, you'd kept your mouth shut, only bringing it up with wakatoshi later, when it was just the two of you. but he shrugs, like it's no big deal – no, like he doesn't understand what the issue is to begin with. why you're uncomfortable with tendou being friendly.

and so you drop it. maybe you are reading too much into it. tendou's an odd guy, maybe that's just how he is and you haven't known him long enough to get accustomed to it.

except it gets worse. it's uncomfortable and a little creepy. you're out for drinks one night at a bar, and when you come out of the bathroom, tendou's right there, almost caging you in. it's always a joke, or you think that's what he's aiming for, because he wears that same too wide, glittering grin and laughs when you get flustered and uncomfortable.

he shows up at your job to drive you home when wakatoshi's held up with training. lets himself into your place to 'hang out' while you wait for your boyfriend to get home. always staring. amused, apparently, by the six feet of distance you seem determined to keep between you and him.

the next time you go to one of wakatoshi's games, he's got tickets too, his seat right next to yours, and spends the match with his arm slung over the back of your seat, playing with your hair and asking whether you let your boyfriend cum inside you before the game started. y'know, for good luck.

it's too much. you've tried to talk to ushijima about it but you might as well be talking to a brick wall. in the end, you make a choice.

you like ushijima, you even think there might've been a future there, but if being with him means letting yourself be subjected to tendou's friendliness, then it's not worth it.

when you explain this to him, however, trying to break it gently, you see an odd stoniness cross over his features. the hand enveloping yours tightens for a beat, bordering on painful, before he exhales. 'you want to break up with me?'

swallowing, you nod. it's not what you want, really, but you're not going to keep putting yourself in this position. you're not going to be uncomfortable in your own relationship – and you're not going to have a third party involved at all.

'yeah.'

he breathes in, a muscle in his jaw ticking, and when he speaks, when he looks at you with dark, flinty eyes, there's nothing but iron determination, 'no.'

#rhi answers #hoo this one got away from me #it was gonna be two sentences i swear

[euijoosorangeslice]

hiii <3 how are you? hehe

skdjsks help my midterms are starting tomorrow, i’m super nervous… so, could i please request &team members’ reaction to when their s/o is stressed out about exams (maybe, even to the point of crying and isolating) 🥹

just something cute, cuz i think i’ve been reading smut a little too much lately😭

- 🦋

Haiii 🦋i gotchu (i think i sorta need a break from smut too😖)

warnings: a lil angsty, mostly fluff, (nicho is a lil suggestive tho)!

&team Reactions When Their S/o's Are Stressed Out

K

Would get really concerned. He's been in the same position as you before, so he knows how it feels.

"Babe?" He'd turn the corner, seeing you curled underneath your desk. Investigating the scene, he would see your textbooks all over the desk, open with writing notes all over it. Then, his ears would would pick up on your soft sniffles. "Oh, baby. Come here." Kei would pick you up from under the table and place you onto your bed. He would rock you back and forth, even if you try to escape his grasp. Would kiss your face all over and whisper praises in your ears.

Fuma

Doesn't really get why your stressed because he didn't struggle in school but will try his best to comfort you.

He would be cooking in the kitchen and ask you to grab him a glass cup. Of course you'd drop it onto the ground, watching it shatter over the floor. "Fuma...I'm so sorry." He'd see the tears well in your eyes, a little confused because it was his cup, not yours. "It's okay babe. I'll clean it up." He'd watch you fall apart, sobbing and falling to your knees. He would catch you before you fall onto the glass, lifting you up and placing you onto the couch. Kissing you softly and reassuring you. "Shit, I forgot to turn of the stove!"

Nicholas

Tries his best but will convince you to go with his...own solution.

Upon walking into his room, he'd look at your sad face. "You okay?" he'd ask, immediately making you burst into tears. Panicking, he'd get up from his bed and make you sit down next to him. Kissing your tears away, holding your face and putting your foreheads together. "Hey, don't stress about that school shit, ok? You can always ask me for help." He would softly kiss your neck and your collar, playing with the edge of your shirt. "I can distract you for about an hour if you need it."

Euijoo

Would comfort you and end up doing some studying with you, very patient.

When he comes into your room he'd see you hunched over your desk and crying, he would pick you up. "Hey baby. Hm, sit on my lap." You'd let him place you on his lap, hugging you tightly. "I know this is hard, but we have to get this done. How about I help you?" You two would spend the rest off the night studying, and you'd fall asleep on his lap.

Jo

Is probably actually in the same boat as you so you two can vent to each other.

You'd flop onto his bed while he's taking notes, making him look over at you. "Oh, hey y/n. What's up?" Starting to cry out of nowhere, he'd be a little concerned. But he gets it. He's stressed out too. You two would just sit on the bed together and cry in each other's embrace.

Yuma

Is the type to not stress over these things, but will hug it out.

"Babe? Are you seriously crying over this dumb stuff?" He teased, seeing your angered expression. "Yes, Yuma! This 'dumb stuff' can make or break the rest of my life." You scolded, Yuma's smile fading into a more compassionate one. "It's gonna be okay, my love. Just come here." Hugging you so tight you can barely, breathe, you'll start to think you might just be okay.

Harua

will stress out with you, make it a little worse but eventually make it better.

You would be working over your desk, panicking and your eyes wetting. Harua's eyes would go wide. "It's exam week? Oh crap! B-but you shouldn't worry. I know it's stressful but just take a deep breath." Hugging you from behind, you two would sit there for a second. "I'll head to the store and buy us some snacks, okay?"

Taki

knows about it already, planned something for you in advance.

Taki would come in while your studying, in an excited mood. You'd turn around, seeing tears well in your eyes. "Hey darling! Come see what I did." He'd grab your hand, taking you into the living room. You were too busy doing your work to even notice that Taki had set up a fort and some fairy lights. "Dinner and a movie?" He'd suggest, hearing the doorbell ring.

Maki

tries his hardest to be compassionate.

He'd bake you cookies and brownies and anything he can learn. In and out of your room all day while baking you treats. By the end of the day, you'd have piles of sweets waiting for you. He would hang out with you, holding you while you guys stuffed down all your sweets.

#&team imagines #&team #&team x reader #&team nicholas #&team harua #&team fuma #&team taki #&team ej #&team k #&team yuma #&team maki #&team fluff #&team soft hours #&team angst

[cissyenthusiast010155]

don't know if you're doing reqs but Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader with prompt 32?

Heyyyy anon! I DO take and love requests, so thank you for asking 🥰 I’d love to write this!!

Drunk on You ~Leonora Lesso xFem Reader

Link to Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

#32. “Drink if you’ve masturbated to anyone at the table”.

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol, drinking, mentions of sex, implied sex, smut, etc.

Medium fic

Enjoy (;

Clarissa had decided that a girls night was needed. She said that she wanted to “unify the girls” of both sides of the school, whatever that meant.

Turns out, what that meant was drinking games in the school library after hours.

“Alright! We’re all here, perfect! Now, we can bond as females and not just Ever versus Never teachers!” Clarissa excitedly exclaimed.

Leonora sighed, as if she was already over Clarissa’s antics. The groups consisted of Clarissa and Anemone, two female Ever professors, and you and Lady Lesso, two female Never professors.

Soon, everyone was in some stage of tipsy, Clarissa being the most drunk already.

“Can’t hold your alcohol?” Lesso chuckled, sipping her glass of straight vodka.

“Enough of this!” Clarissa exclaimed, “Let’s play… Never have I Ever! Get it, cuz it have the words “Never” and “Ever” in it?” Clarissa desperately and drunkenly laughed at her own joke, but then became very serious about playing.

“Just take a Shot if you’ve done what the prompt is. Ok I’ll start.” She began, “Never have I ever… Stolen a book from the library!”

“Really…?” Lesso said unamused as she drained her magically filled shot glass in an instant.

You quickly took your shot, followed by Anemone.

“Anemone, really??” Clarissa exclaimed with surprise, “I mean I get those guys, but you?”

Anemone nodded with a sly smirk on her face.

“Whatever I guess…” Clarissa shrugged her shoulders, “Your turn Anemone.”

Anemone had a look on her face which made your stomach churn, she had something up her sleeve you could tell…

With that sly smirk she spoke, “Drink if you’ve masturbated to anyone at the table”.

Your heart dropped.

Shit. Fuck.

“No wait Anemone!!” Clarissa drunkenly groaned, “You need to say ‘Never have I Ever’ first!”

Anemone shrugged her shoulders, “Same thing.”

By now you were blushing. You couldn’t avoid this. They would know you where lying if you didn’t, wouldn’t they?

Regardless, you just took the shot.

And then silence ensued.

For a bout three seconds before Clarissa was bouncing up in down, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!!!” she squealed, “Who is it?? Now you just have to tell us!!”

You’re face grew even redder…

You couldn’t say… She would never reciprocate… True Love wasn’t possible for Nevers, was it?

“Uh… I don’t believe, according to the rules, I need to answer that question…” you managed to get out.

“New rules!” Clarissa exclaimed, “You have to tell us! There, there’s a rule, now.”

Leonora chuckled as she leaned back and watched the show.

Your face grew hot and your thoughts instinctually squeezed together. You couldn’t say. You wouldn’t say.

But your drunken mind got the better of you…

“It was Leonora..” you chocked out in a slight whimper.

Leonora’s eyes widened a bit and her back straightened at your words. Clarissa and Anemone we’re at a loss for words. You had just admitted to touching yourself to the fucking dean of evil…

Lesso leaned in, “How many times?”, she tauntingly played.

You gulped.

“Many…” you whispered.

“What was that?” Lesso raised her voice, torturing you in this humiliating moment.

“At least three times a week…” you clarified, instantly regretting that decision, because now you had admitted to getting off on the idea of your boss on a almost daily occurrence.

Leonora hummed in delight. “Wonderful. But wouldn’t it be even better if it were my fingers inside you instead of yours?” she suggestively toyed with you.

Your breath fled your body. You couldn’t move or think or breath.

“Yes…” you whimpered and almost mewled.

“Well then beg me for it. Beg me for it and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll see stars and not remember your own name…” she growled, “Beg me and I’ll fuck you dumb…”

You gulped again.

“I think this is our cue to leave…” Anemone said, hurriedly rushing a drunken Clarissa out of the library.

“Fuck please… please fuck me, Leonora…” you begged.

Lesso hummed in delight again.

She came over to you, vodka on her breath and growled into your ear, “My room, 10 minutes.”

pt. 2 out now😏

#lady leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso smut #leonora lesso smut #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #lady lesso smut #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? #the school for good and evil smut #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil smut #school for good and evil fanfic #school for good and evil #professor lesso #dean of evil #professor lesso smut

[emerald-star-productions]

My Thoughts on James Somerton [RANT]

Before I begin this post, I highly recommend watching Hbomberguy's new video about Plagiarism. It's the main reason I'm discussing James right now & it provides a more detailed breakdown of what he did.

So for those of you unaware, Queer YouTuber James Somerton has recently been revealed to be a full on plagiarist, having done so for SEVERAL of his videos and isn't exactly the nicest to other queer creatives in the same video essay field as him. Got it? Good. Again, watch the vid.

Upon watching the video and learning about what James did, I was in such shock. My eyes widened. I had begun to see other essayists I follow "feel vindicated" about him being called out. Unbeknownst to me, it's the second part of the video where he's called out.

Having finished the video, I'm not angry. No, I'm PISSED. When one of my best/trusted friends recommended James' videos to me back in 2021, I was immediately hooked. I was inspired by him to further my own craft as a queer video essayist at the time.

To now learn that James is nothing more than a plagiarist who steals other people's content and doesn't even have an original thought to begin with? I'm hurt by this. In my rant video about queer rep, I referenced & linked one of his videos.

I can't even look at this video anymore. I don't even make essays anymore but I can't even look at one of my favorite essays in good faith anymore cuz the man I referenced may have plagiarized in said video I referenced. Do you have any idea how angry I am about this??

In a time where it's getting harder to be openly queer and to not feel scared by literally everything around me, James was that light in darkness that gave me hope. A queer creator who seem to be well-spoken and knew his shit. Come to find out that was never the case. I feel betrayed. He was the sole reason I kept making video essays in 2022. I almost stopped after The Glass Scientist vid but kept going cuz his vids inspired me to keep pushing to be a better creator. I donated money to his fucking production company. I was even one of his patrons for a short period of time. I left the patreon after he got into two different conflicts that pushed me away for the second half of 2022. He made some...not so great comments about Beyonce and her place as a queer icon.

And then he made a whole stink about not being a creator on Nebula. These two reasons, among other minor things, are what pushed me away from James for a good 6-8 months. I only returned to his content literally last month. Last. Fucking. Month. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could give him one more chance. His video on Red, White & Royal Blue was great...and then we get to Hbomber's vid...where apparently he plagiarized in that one too. I was suffering from second-hand embarrassment as Hbomber clocked everything James plagiarized and all of them happen to be videos I watched or took a look at. I felt cheated, betrayed and hurt. Cuz I thought James, at the very least, came up with his own shit. And as someone who works very fucking hard to write/rewrite their own works to near perfection & and takes writing very seriously, I was pissed off. I'm still pissed off now. I got sleep but struggled to stay awake cuz this was weighing on my brain. To now know that James is nothing more than thief who can't write his own shit, I'm disappointed. I pointed to him as one of my inspirations to push for more queer rep. No, he's not the reason I made Roomies...thank fuck for that. He didn't taint my one good thing. On the topic of Roomies, which has a lot of queer POC, I now question if he actually gave a fuck about other queer poc that didn't benefit him for a video. Cuz if we're gonna keep it a buck, most of his queer analysis has been mostly about yt folks. And let's not forget how this man regularly shat on women, both queer & straight. I know there's a discussion to be had about gay men being fetishized, but looking at it now, his views on women in general seem to be very...narrow-minded.

To wrap this up, I no longer support nor stand by James Somerton. Easy thing to do since I barely got back into his shit last month. To say I'm disappointed in you is a fucking understatement. No amount of apologizing is gonna fix this shit.

Good riddance.

#james somerton #hbomberguy #need to vent #queer #bi artist #queer artist #Youtube

[guavagyu]

untitled - c.yj

synopsis: in your school, yeonjun’s kind of a loser. but when u decide to talk to him and be his first real friend (#saviorreader), how could he not be in absolute love w u?

wc: 8,597

content: i used the word pretty too much but it's ok cuz it fits, both yj and reader r college students (i dont think i specifically mentioned college tho, i only used school), jun steals tiny things from u (little trinkets that were collecting dust), tbh the whole fic's a mess cuz im a mess for yeonjun, not proofread, mentions of alcohol consumption (yj and reader stay sober cuz they don't like alcohol), virgin!yeonjun, loser!yeonjun, tall!f!reader (basically same height as him), perv!yeonjun, honestly perv!reader too, yeonjun is rlly rlly down bad like so embarrassingly obsessed cuz i like my men like that, reader just wants to please junnie <3, hardcore mutual pining, ngl reader is kinda that girl, smut (mdni!), sub!yeonjun, oral (f receiving), jun LOVES ur boobs, possessive!jun (guy hits on u at one point, he becomes a whole new person cuz of u LOL), yeonjun is a sweetie i love him, yeonjun has that stroke game!!, jun jerks off while ur sleeping (ur not sleeping ur wide awake lmfao), hand n oral fixation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding kink, mommy kink, dacryphilia, fingering (f receiving), nicknames (pretty boy, baby, junnie, kitty, whore, pervert), handjob, big dick!jun, dumbification, edging, marking, cum eating, spitting, hair pulling, praise kink, brief degradation, jun n reader r so obsessed n in love w each other it's crazy, so fluffy u want to knock urself out /pos, choking, aftercare, swearing, lmk if there's more!

it all started when you saw him sitting in the corner during lunch at school all by himself, doing something on his phone. you noticed him (well, everyone did. but you were the only one that really paid any attention to it), wondering why he was always on his own. on the fourth day of this, you decided to finally sit down next to him,

"hey, yeonjun, right? i hope you don't mind me sitting with you," and the moment you gave him the prettiest smile he'd ever seen, he was hooked. he'd given you the cutest little nod before diverting his attention back to his phone, trying not to make it obvious that his heartbeat had quickened dramatically, he swore anybody could see it pumping out of his chest. his messy long black hair and thin-framed round glasses fit so well with his face and were probably one of the prettiest things you've seen since..ever. this cycle continued for days, just you being there, no conversations shared, simply you two sitting there in silence as you both refueled for the day. eventually, he wanted more. he really wanted to talk to you, hear your pretty voice, see your pretty face, and really really wanted to sneak subtle glances at your chest. call him a weirdo, but you can't blame him, the only ones he's seen were ones in porn as he tried to get himself off to the thought of you. he hasn't even known you for 2 weeks and he's already cummed all over his hand and sheets whimpering your name as he shuddered at the pleasure. of course, he'd never admit that to you, no matter what..maybe. in the slightest chance you two do get together (a/n: u do.) he might just tell you. underneath his fantasies and perverted nature, he was just a shy boy who wanted to love you, and he made that his ultimate goal. once he finally gathered up the courage to say something to you, he wanted to make it meaningful,

"um..y/n..thank you for, you know, sitting with me everyday," yeonjun couldn't maintain eye contact with you if his life depended on it, you were just so hot, and you let out a small giggle at how adorable he was,

"no problem junnie," you put your hand on top of his for what he thought was the shortest time ever, and oh..the nickname. he felt his dick twitch when it fell out of your mouth, all he could do was flash you the sweetest grin and turn his attention back to his phone as always. you'd always wondered what he did on there, you had some ideas, but you never brought it upon yourself to peek, you felt that was too invading. and he's so glad you never did, that you maintained your perfect nature and never snooped, because if you did, he would've dug his own grave and gave himself a closed-casket burial. the things he wrote about you in his notes app..absolutely horrendous. the things he wanted you to do to him. yeonjun would always imagine those things when he jerked off in the shower, making him cum faster than ever, the steam making his head fuzzy as he whined. after he'd leave the shower, he'd put his shorts on and then fall asleep palming himself, desperately wishing one day his hand would be replaced with yours (a/n: it does). the day semesters ended and he got placed into not one, not two, but three classes with him, he could feel his spine tingle and his fingers quiver with excitement, more time to see you, he'd tell himself, internally leaping for joy. you simply thought it was a happy coincidence at the time, but nonetheless glad to see the boy who was slowly becoming your favorite. the boy who you always tried to sit next to in class, the boy who was in your mind when you wished the teacher to let you pick project partners. the day the teacher finally did, you never felt your eyes flick to him so fast, his gaze already on you. yeonjun smiled so brightly when you gave him your number, and you wished you'd given it to him earlier. when he came to your house to work on the project, he was enamored. you'd brought him to your room, simple, organized. yeonjun immediately noticed the cutest stuffed cat, the eyes in a ^^ shape and the faux fur fluffy and black by your pillow. he'd also noticed the tiny trinkets you left on your dresser, small polaroid photos and little things you'd bought. he took the smallest ones, the ones in the back that were slowly collecting dust, hoping that you wouldn't notice as he wanted more things from you. he focused as hard as he could on helping you with the project, wishing that you'd continue to invite him over even though you had no more work to do. the moment you took a quick break to leave for the bathroom, he scrambled to your bed, even though he'd sat on it before, he never got the chance to really sink into the soft mattress..oh. and that was it, the smell of your shampoo from your pillows filled his lungs, and it immediately became his favorite smell of all time. once he noticed you finished and were washing your hands, he immediately tidied up the sheets as best as he could, trying to make it seem like he didn't just shove his face into your pillows for the past 40 seconds,

"sorry..hope you don't mind me sitting on your bed," he'd mumbled a quick apology, hoping you wouldn't be too upset,

"hm? oh no not at all feel free, do you want something to eat? i can order takeout if you'd like, it's getting late," yeonjun felt his heartbeat pick up the pace once again when he saw your eyelashes flutter,

"uhh, sure. if it isn't too much trouble," he said softly, his voice slightly raspy making your stomach do tumbles before you let out a quick "it's really no problem at all" and ordered food. 20 minutes later, the doorbell was rung, and you raced downstairs to grab it, yeonjun following shortly behind you, trying not to stare at your ass and thighs as you ran down the stairs, you quickly thanked the person who delivered your food, before gesturing him over to the table as you laid all the stuff out. once he sat down, he felt his mouth water for two, very different reasons. yeonjun tried to distract himself by shoving his face full of food the moment you reminded him to help himself, eliciting a small laugh from you. halfway through you two eating, thunder boomed throughout the area, shaking your house ever so slightly (a/n: this has happened to me before), lightning flashing throughout the sky. usually, you loved rain, but you had company over, company that was yeonjun. not that you minded having him over, but you weren't sure if you could keep your relationship with him strictly in the friend zone if his pretty lips kept moving like that as he chewed. at that point, you were zoning out, staring at his perfect face until..uh oh. the power went out. (a/n: how coincidental...),

"are you sure you wanna head home in this type of weather? my phone says we have a tornado watch too," you asked, voice laced with concern, secretly wishing he'd stay. just the slightest bit. right?

"oh, is it really alright if i stay the night? i don't wanna trouble you more, you've already done so much," he mentally punched himself for not immediately agreeing to stay, but of course he didn't want to overstep his boundaries,

"junnie just look outside i don't want you walking home through that shit," you insisted on him staying for his safety, but on the inside wanted him to stay just so you could be with him longer, how selfish,

"i.." that nickname again, slipping off your tongue like second-nature, making his heart skip a beat, "fine," he gave in, wishing he'd given up earlier, but that would've made it too obvious,

"good. i shouldn't have even asked, i'll get you something to change into. i should have a spare toothbrush somewhere," you mumbled to yourself as you cleaned up everything, using your phone's flashlight to guide you through the darkness, before heading back upstairs to get the spare toothbrush and a change of clothes. after digging through your closet you found an oversized t-shirt and knee-length shorts, and finally found a toothbrush that you ended up getting from the dentist. after calling yeonjun up to make sure everything was okay, he caught himself before saying why can't i just use your toothbrush? once he finished changing, he found it so hot that your clothes fit him so well, loving how perfect you truly were. how you were just as tall as him, how you had the prettiest eyes, the most perfect lips, all of it was absolutely amazing to him. to stay polite, he opted for sleeping on the couch in your room, it was big enough, and he could sleep comfortably knowing you weren't even 5 feet away, although he wished there wasn't any space between the two of you. the rain continued to pour down, hitting your window like rocks, thunder cracking down like a whip. he found comfort in the sound, just like you always did. of course, when he tried to truly relax and fall asleep, he couldn't. the smell of you from your clothes enveloped him like a blanket, constricting him tight, giving him no room to breathe. he felt his mind grow hazy and his senses dull as he slowly runs his hand down to his pants, hips bucking up as he bites his lip to muffle his moans, hearing you shift quietly spurring him on, trying to finish as quickly as he could. eventually, he had to cover his mouth with his hand (a/n: his hands r so fucking pretty wth) to keep himself from being too loud, bucking his hips up even faster into his other hand, wishing you would wake up and finish the job. but he couldn't let you do that, especially with how you thought of him right now. what he didn't realize was that you were wide awake, hearing him moan and whimper into his hand..before hearing him whimper one last thing you couldn't catch. you couldn't catch him whimpering your name in front of you. you tried to play it off as hearing things, as the rain was still battering against your window like hell, but it was just..so clear. you could feel your panties slowly stick to you as your wetness slipped out of you. the noises that came out of him were so pretty just like he was. as you slipped back into sleep, you made a mental note that he really was your favorite pervy pretty boy.

---

when you awoke, saturday sunshine gleamed through your window, the rain finally ending during the night. you tried to see if the power was back, and luckily it was. as you sat up, you remembered last nights events, feeling your slick still there. however, when you looked to your couch, yeonjun wasn't there. fuck, did he leave early? but, your thoughts were quickly shut down as you heard sizzling downstairs and a waft of bacon hit your nose. oh my god. how much better could he get? you slink out of bed, drawn to the smell like a zombie, trudging down the stairs before rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up,

"sorry junnie, but you didn't have to cook," i smiled softly, noticing how he jumped slightly at your sudden appearance. but, it was your morning voice that really got to him. he really didn't think you could get any hotter. but here you were, doing just that,

"oh, it's really no problem. think of it as me repaying you for, everything. i can't thank you enough for letting me stay over," he smiled at you, his hair even messier than usual, glasses hung low on his nose, the sight making you have to bite back a groan. you simply watched as he cooked, how he effortlessly flipped the bacon on the pan, plated it, then cracked two eggs, one in each hand. walking. fucking. green. flag. in your eyes, he couldn't get much hotter either, especially in your clothes. you found it so adorable how he was acting like nothing happened during the night, how he was totally oblivious to the fact that you were awake, while he was jerking off 5 feet away from you. how he simply gazed at you with the sweetest smile as he passed you your plate,

"thanks, junnie," you said as you ate your bacon and eggs. goddamn, he was a good cook, making the simplest breakfast taste gourmet. loving how he used the most basic seasonings could give something a whole new flavor. yeonjun had to chew even harder to keep himself from visibly giving a reaction to the nickname you used so frequently, relishing in the fact that even now it still had the same effect, "how'd you learn to cook so well?" you mumbled, mouth full of egg,

"i taught myself," he laughed, finding how you talked with your mouth full (with a hand covering your mouth of course, you're no barbarian) adorable, making your eyes widen,

"really? i swear if you open a restaurant i'll be your top customer," you promised, spilling out your true feelings about his cooking, making him blush and give a small "thank you" which made your heart melt. once you both finished eating you ushered him out of the kitchen rambling about how he'd done enough and to let you do the dishes, making him chuckle and lean on the counter nearby, watching you do the dishes with the cutest smile. of course, the moment you were done and turned back toward him he immediately averted his gaze, hoping that he wasn't obvious. thankfully, this time, you actually didn't notice, making him breathe a small sigh of relief,

"hey junnie? wanna finish up our project? we don't have much left to do and if we finish now we can relax for the next week until the due date," you asked, leaning against the counter, yeonjun taking in how good you look even at what you would call your worst, before giving the cutest little nod and a "sure!". so, you headed upstairs once again, yeonjun snickering when you almost trip, before letting out a yelp when you flick him on the forehead,

"you're so mean," he pouted, bottom lip jutting out, and boy, did you want to kiss him to make him shut up, but instead you made a face at him before running to your room. when yeonjun caught up you both agreed to start focusing on the project, while still sneaking glances at your chest, even though your breasts weren't as noticeable under your oversized t-shirt, he still marveled in the subtle outline of them. yeonjun was so glad you were focused on the project, telling him that you could finish this part and that he should just relax, your eyes darting back and forth between the textbook, your computer, and the paper as you scribbled down notes and wrote things down on the actual project. you had also started playing some music but not too loud or else you'd get distracted. yeonjun felt his ears perk up as he heard one of his favorite songs, then you turning towards him flashing another one of your pretty smiles, saying "you like this song too?" and he'd just looked into your eyes, nodding softly. you two simply sat there, making eye contact as the song played, after a while you smirked slightly before turning back to work on the project, sneaking one last glance in his direction. yeonjun just sat there in disbelief, eyes wide, tongue glazing over his lips as he wish he would've just leaned forward and show you how he felt. by the time you finished your part and he opted to do some more work for his section, you simply got up and sat on your bed, scrolling on your phone, wearing your blue light glasses. yeonjun tried to focus so hard, and eventually, he pushed through and got his work done. he spun around on your swivel chair, giving you the cutest grin,

"i finished!" and you high-fived each other, only one part left to do: finalize. that part was easy. all you had to do was organize all of your work and make it look nice. you decided to get a head start on that, and found some poster paper and an extra sheet of normal paper to sketch. you organized each part by topic, and the moment you finished formatting you got to work, writing things down, drawing, outlining, all the works. yeonjun just watched in awe, admiring your handwriting and fuck, your hands. how they almost covered the whole pen as you wrote, how your fingers traced over your writing to make sure everything was right. how you made sure everything was level with a ruler, he found your perfectionism so cute. everything about you was simply cute. yeonjun watched for so long, before mentally smacking himself, asking if you needed any help. you quickly turned him down saying "no, don't worry! i got this you just chill." and he couldn't help but smile at your response. after 50 minutes of non-stop work and songs put on repeat, you finally leaned back, and pumped your fists in the air, "woo..hoo," you said, but not nearly as energetic as it normally is. work was tiring. yeonjun laughed at that, before getting up and gently taking your hand, softly shaking your arm,

"good job y/n, you're gonna be the reason we get an a," he smiled down at you, you sighed softly and smiled at him, before letting out a quiet "thanks". he set your hand down and then asked, "wanna do something for the time being? or just do nothing for the next year?" making you laugh,

"i'd really prefer doing nothing, school is ass," your back is pressed against the chair still, and with yeonjun murmuring his agreement, you two just sat there, you on your chair, yeonjun on your bed, just enveloping yourselves in the quiet music, and before long, he'd actually leaned back, body sinking into the mattress, soon falling asleep. you heard him slightly snore, making you smile at the sight, then getting up to gently remove his glasses, setting them on your nightstand. then, you took a glance outside, noticed it was getting dark, and checked the time, holy shit! it's already 5? almost as if on cue, your stomach rumbled, hunger panging through your body. that was when you quietly walked downstairs again, digging through your fridge, deciding what to cook for dinner. after a bit, you settled on some stir-fried noodles with vegetables, trying to clean out some of the slightly older ingredients in your fridge. then, you got to cooking (literally). vegetables? washed. then? chopped. water? boiled. noodles? shoved in the boiling water. after a good 4 minutes of cooking the noodles, you heated up your wok, giving it plenty of oil, then tossing in your vegetables, stirring slightly before heading to drain the noodles, saving some of the water for later. you threw in some soy sauce, garlic powder, chicken bouillon powder (it's a sacred ingredient), and black pepper. soon, you put the noodles into the mix, tossing the noodles and the vegetables, then pouring in the pasta water, letting it mix with the soy sauce so it can bind with everything. lastly, you threw in some chopped green onion. another successful meal. cooking 101 with y/n. after turning the heat off, plating the noodles, and setting them on the table, you noticed that yeonjun still hadn't woken up. did he not sleep at all last night? honestly, it was possible. he didn't sleep very well, unlike his assumption, no thanks to the overwhelming smell of you. by now, it was 5:42. damn, that took longer than i thought it would. oh well. you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer, and finished your own serving, before grabbing a little bit more (a/n: eat your meals!!). now, it was 6:08. you walked back up the stairs, and yeonjun was still there. sleeping. like an angel. messy black hair over his eyes, fucking pretty boy. you tapped on his shoulder lightly, trying not to startle him. he peeked one eye open and hummed a little in acknowledgement of your presence,

"junnie, i made dinner, you want some?" you said softly,

"hm? oh yeah, sorry," he sat up, rubbing his eyes, before looking around for his glasses, then putting them on once he noticed where they were. he loved the fact that you took the time to take them off for him,

"no it's okay! i wanted to let you sleep longer but i don't want the food to get cold," you said, yeonjun nodding along as he followed you downstairs, mouth watering at the sight,

"y/n you really didn't have to you've already done so much," he said right before starting to eat, eyes widening at the flavor before hastily eating more,

"slow down! i don't want you to choke, and seriously don't worry about it, it helped me clean out my fridge so it's a win-win," you shrugged, before gently patting him on the back, receiving a small nod as he returned to a normal eating pace,

"its really good," he mumbled out, mouth muffled by food just as yours was that same morning, making you laugh softly,

"thanks junnie," you smiled at him too,

"maybe we should open a restaurant together, we'd make a shit ton of money," yeonjun chewed, looking at you with his pretty eyes, making you laugh softly again,

"sure. if all else fails, your the first person i'm calling. then, we get rich," yeonjun wished you would call him regardless, but that's a worry for another time. soon, he finished, and just as you did, he had a little bit more, finishing what was left in the wok. of course, he also insisted that he wash the dishes this time, trying his best to repay you for what you've done. you argued that you didn't need to be repaid, and that it was something you would've done either way. he blushed at that statement, how could you treat him so well? he finally gave up with a series of okay's and set all the dishes on the drying rack, drying the wok manually and opening the cabinet under your stove and putting it back with the rest of the pots and pans. and he knows where to put stuff? i am not the strongest soldier. to your dismay, he soon said,

"y/n i really should get going i don't need to have you do more stuff for me," he wished he didn't say that either, god did he want to live here with you forever, but he really needs to maintain his image, and seem like a normal guy who stayed over at his best friend's house who he's not absolutely in love with because of a fortunate unfortunate storm. but of course, you couldn't make him stay (you could), so you sighed, said okay, and went up to grab his stuff. you soon came down with his clothes and the toothbrush he used last night all in a bag. he thanked you again, before putting his shoes on and heading out the door,

"bye junnie! see you monday!" you smiled and waved at him, yeonjun shooting you a smile as well and returning your wave, and when you closed your door, you leaned your head against it. desperately wishing monday would come, missing him already. so, you decide to text him like any other normal person would.

y/n:

miss u already junnie &lt;;/3 seen 6:53 pm

junnie!!

aw i miss u too y/n :( seen 6:54 pm

junnie!!

dw i'll see u super soon &lt;;33 seen 6:54 pm

y/n:

i hope so, my house is so quiet without u :(( seen 6:55 pm

junnie!!

it's gonna be ok! monday will come before you know it! don't sleep too late ok? seen 6:55 pm

y/n:

thanks junnie, u too! see u monday :) seen 6:56 pm

you smile wide, kicking your feet as he hearted your message. you really couldn't wait until you saw your pretty boy again.

---

yeonjun was right. monday really did come before you knew it. sunday slipped by so quickly, filled with excitement at seeing him again. you met at your usual spot, right between your lockers, with you holding your project, making sure both of your names were on the attached rubric and on the back of the project itself. you had to hold yourself back from giving him the biggest, tightest hug ever, to both of your disappointment. school that day went by quickly too, filled with you two laughing and having conversations with each other as much as you could, whether it was during your shared classes, lunch, or passing time. of course, you both also stressed together about upcoming finals, but ended with hyping each other up about how you're both absolute geniuses and you'll pass easily as long as you study together. easy. no problem right? and right after finals was homecoming, and yeonjun really wanted to be your date. neither of you really gave a shit about the parade nor the football game, since it didn't fit either of your interests, which was fine. more time to hang out. once the school day was over you met at the library, wanting to study together for finals for the extra 2 hours the school kept it open for students,

"hey junnie! got everything you need?" you smile at him, holding your books and all your other materials. he nodded, smiling at you, walking with you in step as you two headed to the library. you headed in, then found a spot surrounded by books where there weren't too many people, and sat down. you opened the first textbook and started to quiz each other. after making sure that both of you were proficient on that topic, you moved on to the next section. this cycle of events continued for the entirety of the two hours you were allowed to stay in the school after all classes had ended. as you two said goodbye to the librarian, you started laughing as yeonjun made a joke. the librarian smiled at the sight of you two, muttering “to be young and in love”. yeonjun heard this, and so did you, making you two laugh just a bit harder, with neither of you noticing why. today was a great day, filled with laughter, studying, and smiles as your favorite pretty boy made it all so much better.

---

fuck. the day before..finals. you had no idea how the three weeks had passed by so quickly, but it was all the same. thankfully, you and yeonjun studied plenty every day. this time you went over to his place, textbooks, reviews, and notes scattered all over the floor as you prepared like hell. you also made flashcards for both of you, studying terminologies, formulas, and other basic questions on the exam. several of your teachers had also passed out reviews that were practice tests, which helped both of you a bunch. several hours had already gone by, and you were getting tired,

"junnie, it's like 7 i think we've studied enough for today. we started at like 2 didn't we?" you yawned, rubbing your eyes that had been reading for the past 5 hours,

"i guess so, yeah. sure we can stop. i think we're both ready anyway," he laughed softly, finding your yawn so cute. he starts to clean everything up, separating which stuff is his and what isn't. he still had those trinkets he'd stolen from you a week prior, they were hiding in his nightstand drawer, waiting for him to take them out like every night, to fiddle and examine them. there was no real reason he did this, by now he'd already memorized every little thing about them, but he did it every night like a ritual because they were yours. well. originally. he always made sure to give them a goodnight kiss before he went to sleep. he might give them back, but only if you asked. yeonjun had spaced out now, thinking about exactly that,

"hey. jun?" you waved a hand in his face, and he blinked his pretty eyes once, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose, making him scrunch his nose for a quick second which was fucking adorable,

"yeah? sorry i zoned out for a second," yeonjun blushed softly, wishing he'd taken your hand and kissed it like he's always wanted to,

"i know," you laughed briefly, "want me to make something? i'm getting kinda hungry,"

"me too but you don't have to cook," he quickly pushed you back down on the floor gently, insisting that he cook for you. you smiled at his eagerness and didn't budge. the moment he got to his kitchen though, he wished he'd taken you with him. you were still in the same house but he already missed you. your laugh, your hair, your face, your lips, everything. you missed him too, you always missed your favorite pretty boy. you decided to go back on your word, and go down the stairs. thankfully he wouldn't be mad about that, smiling when he saw your face, "what'd you come down for?"

"got bored, missed you," you returned his smile, being totally honest,

"really? i'm gone for not even 5 minutes and you already miss me?" he raised an eyebrow, slightly smirking as he focuses on cooking dinner,

"mhmmm," you hummed, making yeonjun smile even wider, grinning at how much he affected you. soon, he finished cooking and set both of your plates on the counter, not bothering to take them to the dining table. you two ate happily, chatting away and making jokes. if someone saw you, they'd probably assume you were a couple. which honestly, was true. you two were pretty much a couple, minus the pet names, the kissing, and hand holding. your hangouts and study sessions would fit as dates pretty well, you often shared deep conversations about the most random things, and you both spent basically all of your time together. yeonjun loved that about your friendship, he could wait a little bit longer than he already has to finally be able to call you his, hold your hand, and kiss you. of course, you took a half-step forward for the both of you when you thanked him for the meal, gathered your stuff, and gave him a kiss on the cheek when you walked out his door, asking him to text you when he's free. he blushed so hard the moment your pretty lips made contact with his face, stuttering out an "okay", you found him so fucking cute. when you got home, you two texted for hours. up until you had to unwillingly urge him to sleep because you two needed to sleep well to do well on the finals. he gave in, but only after you said no to his pleas multiple times to stay up a little while longer (he just missed you too much). that night, he kissed your his little trinkets an extra few times, hugging his pillow, desperately wishing for it to be you someday.

---

when both of you woke up, you grumbled about finals and ended up texting to complain to each other the whole time as you two got ready. you surprised him by showing up at his door to walk to school together. he was so excited when he peeked through the curtains and saw you approaching through his bedroom window, rushing to finish getting ready to meet you. as he locked his door and you started walking together, falling in step, he was so close to grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles like he always wanted. if he did, you obviously wouldn't complain, the entire time, you wanted to pin him against a nearby wall and make out with him until sunset, and his messy hair slightly covering his eyes didn't help. and the glasses? oh my god you swore he did that just to torture you, his pretty lips glossed over by his tongue as he talked to you, absolutely no words making it through your ears to be processed by your brain since it was all filled with yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun. he had to wave a hand in your face to get you to zone back in because all you were doing was staring into his eyes as he rambled about physics, which he found an understandable topic to space out about. but what really got him was that you decided to space out..staring at him. out of all things, even if it was an accident (it wasn't), the chances were slim, but you still zoned out on him. god, he loved you, if only he'd say it out loud so you could say it too and the two of you would be happy for the rest of your lives together. when you arrived at school, both of you were disappointed that your conversation had to end, but you promised to sit together for lunch (you didn't need to promise, you always did regardless) and dread all the exams, the horrible teachers, and your shitty classmates. thankfully, time passed by quickly and you two were freed from the binds of hell school once again,

"junnie! how'd you do?" you ran up to him, gently touching his arm, making him stumble on his words,

"i did g-good, what about y-you?"

"me too! i think our studying really paid off," and you just had to squeeze his arm as you finished your sentence, making him have to stifle a whimper at the feeling of your perfect fingers around his bicep, the ones that he's worked on just for you. at this point, everything he did was for you. studying, doing his work, hell even breathing, eating, sleeping, drinking was all for you. he knew that you'd want him to, regardless if you explicitly said it or not,

"yeah, i t-think so too," he smiled so brightly at you, so happy to finally be done with finals, excited to take you to homecoming, "oh yeah, you wanna come to homecoming with me? unless you already have someone,"

"of course i don't, why would i need someone else when i have you?" you smile back at him, your words making his stomach do so many flips and his heart go completely arrhythmic from skipping so many beats, all he could do was just blush softly and continue to smile so prettily at you. as you walked out together, easily starting to make conversation again, you couldn't stop smiling due to the fact that yeonjun was one step closer to being yours forever.

---

oh my god oh my god oh. my. god. homecoming was in 2 hours and you haven't started getting ready. you checked the time, and jumped out of bed, scrambling to pick out your outfit before running to take a shower, almost slipping in the process. you slid out of the bathroom after doing your skincare and drying your hair, and you noticed you still had an hour and a half. plenty of time, right? that's what you told yourself, as you collapsed on your bed for a bit, letting yourself sink into the comforter. that was, until you heard your phone buzz on your nightstand, and you smacked your hand around until you found it, staring at the screen until you noticed it was a text from yeonjun.

junnie!:

is it ok if i come over a little early? maybe at 7:15 or so? u still get 45-ish minutes to get ready :) seen 6:34 pm

y/n:

yeah sure! i'll let u know if u can come earlier seen 6:34 pm

junnie!:

okay! see u soon :) seen 6:34 pm

you smiled to yourself as you hearted his message, eager to have him come over as soon as possible. you focused on getting ready, putting your outfit on, making sure there wasn't anything wrong with the ensemble, quickly texting yeonjun to come over now. you finished getting ready by spritzing your favorite perfume on to top off everything, and right when you put the bottle down, yeonjun arrived. when you opened the door, he choked on his own breath,

"wow, you..you..wow," he was at a loss for words, making you laugh softly, beckoning him in. you felt your body melt when you fully took him in, holy shit. his hair was neat yet messy at the same time, and him in a suit? you were hooked, wanting to take him right then and there. you also notice him linger his gaze on you just the slightest bit longer than someone normally would, he really seemed to like how you looked,

"you don't look so bad yourself," you smiled, making his cheeks flush as he mumbled out a 'thank you', quickly rubbing his nose to prevent him from letting anything inappropriate slip out (not that you would care). soon, it was time to leave, and you both opted to walk as always, only wanting to have more time together just by yourselves. once you arrived at the party, it was horrendous. people were already wasted, there were drink spills, pieces of clothing on the floor, and people were making out..everywhere. if only those people were you and yeonjun right now, but first you two headed to a quieter area, both picking up some mocktails since neither of you enjoyed actual alcohol. you two were just sipping away at your drinks, joking with each other like you always did. of course, at one point yeonjun had to go to the bathroom, and one guy that had his eye on you the entire time walked over, taking advantage of the opportunity that had been plated so nicely in front of him,

"hey, now that he's gone, can i get your number missy?" he seemed drunk, but could still barely pass as sober, not that it mattered, you already didn't like him regardless,

"no thank you," you politely refused, hoping that he would just take the hint, but due to the alcohol, something didn't click. he kept insisting that he could be better, and that'd he'd never leave you alone like this. of course, yeonjun saw, he saw it all the moment he left the bathroom, and had just been peeking from the sidelines during the whole encounter, seething with so much anger you could almost see steam coming off him. his breaking point was when he tried to touch you, trying to steal you away, from him. he easily, and quite elegantly slipped through the crowd, catching the guy's wrist as he tried to grab you and lead you away,

"she told you no didn't she? if you can't take the hint from her, take it from me. fuck off," that was probably the hottest thing you've ever seen him do. you could already feel your panties getting sticky at the sight of him leaning down to match the guy's level, spitting insults about how he could never be enough for you, how he wasn't even close to your height, and that he couldn't provide for you like he could. like..he could. like he could. those three words confirmed everything you've been speculating about ever since you started talking to each other. now, with this newfound conclusion, you couldn't hold yourself back any longer. the moment the guy scurried away you got up, and as he turned to you, you gently took his face in your hands and kissed him. it was so much better than he imagined, him putting his pretty hands on your waist, pulling you closer. he immediately gave in when you nibbled on his lower lip, opening his mouth just for you. the way he gave you control without hesitation was one of the cutest things about him, and that only made your panties even more soaked,

"let's leave, yeah?" you said against his lips as you pressed small kisses on them, him nodding eagerly, so happy you feel the same way he does. you led him out of the party, and walked home together, holding hands and pressing kisses on each other's face,

"how long, junnie?" you asked, tone quiet, your eyes loving as you looked at him,

"honestly? the moment you sat next to me," he sheepishly said, looking down at the ground, blush tinting his pretty face,

"junnie don't be embarrassed, not gonna lie i started liking you around then too," which made him perk up, letting out the cutest 'really?' which you laughed at softly and pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, "really," making him give u the biggest, prettiest smile you've ever seen. he was so giddy for the rest of the way back, practically bouncing with happiness, he was just so relieved to finally know. once you reached your house, you both really, really let go. the moment the door was shut you two threw off your shoes, and made out all the way up to your room, you ending up straddling him on your bed, "you good to continue junnie?"

"mhm, i am," he nodded eagerly against your lips, never wanting to seperate from them, and you felt the same,

"good boy," you smiled against his lips, making his fingers squeeze your own slightly, clearly happy you thought so well of him,

"mph, mommy," yeonjun mumbled against your lips as you made out, grabbing your attention with the name, and making you pause,

"yes junnie?" you pressed soft kisses into his jaw,

"can i um," he trailed off, blushing out of embarrassment,

"don't get distracted pretty boy, tell me what you want," this time you took his hand and pressed kisses all over, making him groan,

"please, please let me eat you out, i've wanted to for so long," he whined out, now grabbing at your arm and pawing at your chest, making you smile, leaning down to kiss him again,

"of course, anything for you baby," you kissed his forehead as you said that, making yeonjun almost jump up in excitement, but remembering you were still on top of him, he let you shift off and he eagerly tugged his and your clothes off, forming a pile on the floor. the first thing he focused on was your boobs, latching his mouth onto one, kneading the other. the feeling of his tongue on your nipple made you groan out, running your fingers through his hair as he made eye contact with you, he was just so pretty. he moaned against you at the feeling of your nails lightly scratching at his scalp and brushing through his soft hair, making you jolt. it caught you by surprise when he reached down towards your cunt, mumbling a "this ok?" and only continuing once you gave him a verbal "yes", sliding two of his perfect fingers into you, your slick making it easy,

"sorry mommy, wanna eat you out after you cum," he peppered kisses all over your chest before latching back onto your nipple, you petting his hair briefly to let him know it was no big deal,

"'s okay kitty, no worries. you're making mommy feel so good, yeah? being a good boy for me?"

"mhm mhm," he nodded vigorously against your chest, you laughing breathily, muttering a "so cute", loving how quickly he slid into subspace for you. soon, he added a third, then a fourth. the stretch was delicious, he was so good, so good for you,

"junnie, you're so good at this," you laughed softly as he moved up to kiss you,

"really? i thought i would be doing horribly," he mumbled against your neck as he stilled his hand for a moment,

"why would you think that kitty?" you held his face as he looked up at you, melting into your touch,

"cuz this is my..first," he said the last word much quieter, and you almost didn't catch what he said,

"really? why didn't you tell me junnie," you brushed some stray hairs out of his pretty face as he nuzzled into your neck to hide his face, flushed red,

"i didn't know if you'd think i was weird for that, there was a couple times where i almost lost it, but i wanted to save myself for you. i only wanted to be yours, wanted to be good f'you" he pouted up at you when you moved his face out of your neck, yelping when you harshly pulled him up to you, kissing him hard, but easing down quickly so you wouldn't hurt him,

"i'd never think of you like that, junnie that's probably the sweetest thing i've ever heard. 'm sorry you had to wait so long," he smiled at your words, and smiled even wider when you kissed his nose, but then shuffled down, and pulled his fingers out,

"it's okay mommy, i would've waited as long as you needed me to," that statement made your heart swell, and then he kissed your thighs while apologizing for changing his mind again about what he wanted to do, but, of course, you told him it was okay. how could you be mad at him when he looked so pretty? with his lips covered in your juices already, going down on you like a madman, his long hair disheveled and messy, you almost came at the sight. when he spread your pussy lips wider with his thumbs and shook his head to get even deeper, it didn't take very long for you to figure out where he'd learned all this from (porn.) just so he could be prepared for the possibility of getting to be in the exact scenario he was in right now. he really was your good boy, wasn't he? learning all this just for you, just so he could be your favorite kitty. that made you so happy, hell, made you love him more, something you didn't think could happen. you felt yourself get closer and closer to cumming as he continued to lap at you and rub your clit with his nose. what sent you tumbling over the edge was when he moaned, loud. at first, you didn't know why, but then you felt yourself tugging at his hair, pulling him even deeper into you, the knot finally snapping, and a warm wave of pleasure washed over you. you let go of his hair, and rubbed the area softly as an apology. once your cum seeped out, he made sure not to waste any of it. once he finished,

"mommy, i really liked when you pulled on my hair, do it again please," he whispered, lips slightly parted and glistening in the moonlight, making you bite back a moan,

"of course baby," you caressed his cheek, him leaning into you as he pressed more kisses into your thighs. you pat your stomach softly, gesturing him to come over, "take your boxers off junnie," which he complied to without hesitation, now sitting completely bare in front of you, as you were to him. small beads of precum had already begun to slide down his pretty dick, dripping off his thighs onto your own. now that you'd sat yourself up more to be more comfortable, you pulled him into yet another kiss, this one soft, loving. although, halfway through, you wrapped your hand around his dick, slowly pumping, "still good junnie?"

"yes mommy," he nodded, "feels good,"

"yeah? you like this? tell me junnie, what were you thinking about that first night when you stayed the night?"

"w-what?" yeonjun blushed, hard. even though he'd thought to himself about possibly telling you if the time came, he had no idea that you were actually awake the whole time,

"you heard me baby, answer my question," you picked up the pace, pumping quicker and squeezing more, making his hips jerk,

"mommy, i-i'm sorry, your shirt just smelled so much like you, i couldn't s-stop myself," he whimpered when you pumped even faster, tears starting to flow down his face at the feeling, his tip red and angry, precum still dribbling down and pooling at your stomach,

"hmm, my junnie's a little pervert, isn't he? couldn't stop himself from beating his own dick like a whore cuz he wore my shirt?" now your pace was almost torturous, yeonjun whining almost every second, increasing in volume as well,

"y-yes mommy, i'm a pervert only for you. i'm y-your whore," yeonjun whimpered out, his hips bucking up into your hand as you kissed his tears away,

"mhm, you are, pretty boy," you leaned forward and bit down on his collarbone, lightly sinking your teeth into his pretty skin and leaving a red mark. you continued to leave behind countless hickeys and love bites on his neck, kissing them all afterward,

"s-so close mommy, kitty's so close," yeonjun mumbled out, hips still jerking,

"it's ok babyboy, let go i'm here," almost as if on command, he cummed all over your hand as he cried into your shoulder out of pleasure, legs shaking. you dramatically slowed down to help him ride out his orgasm still letting out small spurts of cum, "junnie you okay?" yeonjun let out small sniffles as he nodded into your shoulder, nose red as you held his face again, "i need a verbal yes, kitty,"

"yes, mommy, i'm okay. thank you," he kissed you, tear stains on his cheeks,

"good boy, wanna keep going or stop for tonight?" once you finished your question yeonjun let out a small yawn, making you smile and kiss his nose,

"can we sleep, please? we still have tomorrow, and all the other days," he looked up at you innocently, but what you saw was far from it. hair tousled, lips swollen, neck and chest littered with red marks, it was something you'd never get tired of seeing. you pressed several more kisses on his forehead, brushed his hair with your fingers, and led him to your bathroom to clean up. you turned on the shower, yeonjun leaning on you the entire time, yawning as you tested the temperature. once you concluded that the heat level was okay, and got in. he began to doze off on your shoulder as you washed his hair, waking up when you turned the water off and started to dry him gently. he giggled as you rubbed moisturizer into his skin, mumbling about how well you took care of him, and how much he loved you. you kissed his damp hair when you heard him say that, whispering "i love you too junnie" when you put another one of your shirts on him, put his boxers back on, slipped into pajamas yourself, and brought him to bed. with your favorite pretty boy fast asleep on your chest, you could happily sleep yourself.

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[nekoannie-chan]

We can learn to love again

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 684 words.

Summary: After separating for a few years to flee the Accords, you and Steve see each other again.

Warnings: Angst, but happy ending.

A/N: This is my entry to @caplanbuckybarnes’ Cappy’s Decade Challenge with the song ‘10s:

“Just give me a reason – P!nk”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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You left the glass on the table when you heard the doorbell ring. No one used to visit you apart from the neighbor, who was an old lady. Your eyes widened very wide at the sight of who was outside.

"Steve?!" You exclaimed in surprise.

It's been a long time. I'm sorry. "I need to get in," he said, as he quickly passed inside.

"How do you find me?" You asked, you couldn't believe it. You hoped it wasn't a dream.

"It was simple. Do you know what happened? "

"No, I haven't been here all day." You replied by shaking your head at the same time.

Does anyone know? He didn't dare finish the question. If there was anyone else in your life, he would just leave. He wasn't going to stop you from being happy.

If you mean, if I'm in a relationship, I'm not. What do you mean by "what happened ?" You answered quickly. However, you were more interested in knowing what happened; you didn't even hear the news.

"Thanos eliminated half of the living things."

"What? Is that possible? By the way who is Thanos?" you asked. Since you separated, you had not done a single mission. You spent the first few weeks escaping until you found that place.

"The only good thing is that somehow you exempted us from... well, you know, what happened."

"Are we free? Do we no longer have to hide? "

"We are free. We can go home. "

"To our house?"

"Yes, well, if you want..."

"I have to pack my bags and you will carry them. And I will also let my neighbor know; she is very kind to me and I don't want her to worry. "

The entire journey back was deafeningly quiet. It had been two years since the last time you saw each other. You had to separate because of what happened in the Civil War. You knew it was very dangerous to be together, especially as fugitives. In addition to discovering that your neighbor had been one of the victims of the Snap, you chose to also take your pets. You would never allow anything to happen to them. You would take care of them as she had taken care of you.

However, what you did not know is that Steve was always taking care of you, even if it was from afar. He was not going to allow anything bad to happen to you, coupled with the fact that he was aware of the danger you were in if someone came to see them together, and he was not willing to take you to the raft because of him.

Your farewell had not been the most romantic; you had implicitly made a promise that you would be back together when you could when conditions were favourable.

You didn't know how to ask him if he had decided to go on and rebuild his life. You didn't even know what happened to the others.

When you arrived, you stood on the sidewalk. You didn't dare enter. You didn't know what you were going to find in there... maybe Steve... maybe there was someone else.

"Are you okay?" "Steve asked you with concern."

"I don't know. Should I come in? Is there anything else you should tell me? " You inquired cautiously. Steve watched you and then understood what you meant.

Let's go in. "There's nothing else, other than to tell you that I love you and I want us to make up for all the time we've lost, all that time we couldn't be together," he replied, holding your hand to guide you to the entrance of what had been his house.

Everything was the same as you had left it when you had to flee. I didn't even know how it had been preserved in that way during all that time. Several times, you wondered what your lives would be like if the Accords had never existed. You sighed. Maybe Steve was right, and you could get back everything you lost.

"Steve, I missed you."

#cappysdecadeschallenge #Steve rogers x reader #Youtube

[hangmanbradshaw]

guess this is the first time I send you an ask so HIIIII STEPH!

gonna go for the song 52 on your spotify wrapped for hangster 🩷

p.s.: your christmas stories are giving christmas movie-watching tradition vibes! still gotta read them but my heart always gets warm when a new notification arrives on my email

xoxo

Omg HI!!!!! Welcome, welcome :D

(omg I hope you love them when you read. they're definitely warming my heart writing them....enjoying it way too much)

Oooh 52 omg excellent choice. It's Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift soooo this was too much fun.

“Seresin.”

Jake froze where he was leaning against the bar as a warm body pressed against his side. He didn’t have to look to know who the voice belonged to- it was a sound that haunted his every thought, both waking and dreamed. He didn’t bother turning, hardly even flinched a muscle on the outside even as his heart pounded hard in his chest, turning his ears to cotton.

“Mickey, I’ll have another.” He said to the bartender, signaling at his empty glass. “Top shelf, on him.”

Mickey nodded and swiped the most expensive bottle from the shelf, pouring the amber liquid into his glass and sliding it over. Bradley didn’t argue it, he never did.

“Heard you were back in town. Take care of that business in LA?”

Jake hummed as he ran his finger over the edge of the glass. He kept his eyes focused there as he replied, “You know I did.”

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

“I didn’t.”

It was a lie. They both knew it.

Bradley didn’t signal for a drink, but that wasn’t surprising. He liked to be in control, hyper aware of everything despite how cool he always played it. He leaned his elbows back against the bar and looked out at the crowd as he said, “Rumor is something big is going down. FBI’s been raiding your places. They’re saying your dad’s lost his touch.”

“Are they now?”

“Sure are. A couple of your people have come to us, asked to pledge new loyalty.”

He finally turned and faced him, leaning on his own elbow as he stared at the deep brown that was focused on him. Bradley looked the same as he always did- short curls pushed back, dressed down in jeans and a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt compared to Jake’s perfectly pressed three piece suit. Two sides of the same coin, he’d always thought. The son of power always dressed like it verses the son who dressed it in his own way. If anyone else had tried to wear an outfit like that, they’d be laughed at. Bradley was revered. 

“Any chance you’re gonna tell me those names?”

Bradley smirked, those eyes warming. “No way in hell, Hangman.”

“Mm. I’ll find them my own way.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will.” Bradley replied, lips curling smugly. “They’re scared, you know.”

“We’re dealing with it. You might as well hold off on dancing on our graves, cuz we ain’t dead yet. We still run this city.”

“Half of it. For now.”

He hummed again and shot his drink back in one go. Mickey raised the bottle in question, but he shook his head and tapped the bar as he stepped away. The crowd was thick, but they parted as easily as the red sea as he walked, waving his men off. He didn’t have to look back to know Bradley was throwing some bills on the bar and following, the sea staying clear for him as well, his own men hanging back.

The cold air of the city winter burned his skin as he pushed out the back door into the alleyway. He barely had two seconds to feel it before he was being turned and pushed back against the brick wall. A hand cupped the back of his head, protective and possessive as lips pressed against his. He let Bradley kiss him, let him have his fill just enough to quench his thirst before he pulled back. Bradley blinked at him, eyes wide and dark and still so thirsty, those massive hands of his scalding on his hips. 

“How bad are things, really?” 

“I told you, we’re handling it.”

One of Bradley’s hands moved to cup his cheek instead. He ran his thumb over his lip and said, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. If the infamous James Seresin finally falls, I’m getting you out.”

“Good luck with that.”

“We’ve already crossed every other line, what’s one more?”

He pulled back a bit and studied him for a moment. He was sure the surprise had to show when he said, “You’re serious. Fucking around with your rival’s one thing, you can’t seriously think-“

“My dad’s offered yours a deal.”

It stopped him dead in his tracks. Bradley’s words were rushed, serious. “What deal?”

“The bureau’s on your asses. What’s to say we won’t be next? You have half the city, we have the other…it’s time we remind them who’s in charge here.”

“You’re talking about joining forces?” He asked with a blink. “They’re never gonna go for that. No way in hell is he gonna trust that, not when you didn’t ask for anything.”

“We did though, and he agreed.”

“And what’s that?”

“You.” Bradley replied as he kissed him again. He pulled back and whispered against his lips. “The youngest son of James Seresin for the heir in waiting of the Bradshaw empire.”

His heart damn near froze in his chest. He pushed him back so he could look into his eyes when he said, “You traded for me.”

“I did. It’s you and me, baby.” Bradley said as he cupped his cheeks and ran his thumbs over the skin there. “We’re gonna run this fucking city."

#anyone else wanna play send 'em in! #thanks friend this was way too fun #asks #my fics

[signedkoko]

Hihihihi! Can I get a parental/platonic parent matchup for hazbin hotel?

Im a cancer, around 14-15 years of age, and have short brown hair. I'm around 4'9-5'6 ft.

Around people I don't know I'm super nice and kind, usually complimenting my my way into a friendship with most people. I like to draw and read horror book, (I.E coraline, the man in the basement, dread end, etc).

I am mostly known around school as a kid who gives most of the time, buying goods for kids who can't at lunch, sitting with lonely kids, etc. I try my best to stay out of fights, and most times I don't initiate them.

At home, however, I can be loud and tired at the same time. I'll be like: "SO GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AT SC- I'm tired ima go nap" and I'm also the peacemaker of the family, being the youngest.

My fashion usually varies from vampire goth to grunge. I mostly wear vampire goth outside of home, but at school I wear grunge cuz if I wear vampire goth I'll get bullied.

Thats all! I'm sorry if I didn't provide enough info! Make sure to take care of yourself ♡

You got…Emily | Carmilla | Vox!

Your best friend is Emily! Ever since the two of you met, you've always gotten along. She really likes your drawings and tries to read what you read, but she finds them a bit scary and will usually depend on you summarizing things for her so she doesn't have to go through any of the gruesome parts. She is probably very scared and very intrigued with Coraline.

Emily agrees that you are one of the sweetest people she's ever met; she never feels judged around you and always gets her thirst for adventure quenched with all the media you show her. Your style is so cool to her, she might even ask if you can help her do some gothy vampire looks.

Expect quite serene days spent having fun without worry. Emily will always be there to defend you, and she probably has a billion questions to ask you at all times.

X

One figure who would take you in is Carmilla Carmine. She already has two daughters whom she adores deeply, and so she has a lot of experience with teens and teaches them all they need to know.

Your fashion probably just matches her looks, and she is more than happy to help you pick out a proper, well-rounded wardrobe that not only suits exactly what you like but also matches her a little bit. Lots of red and grayscale clothing.

Carmilla reads a lot, usually with a glass of red wine, and she makes certain to keep a section of her bookshelf for you, full of books she thinks you might like. She's the type to read all of them in advance, so when you finish, you can talk to her about them to your heart's desire.

Expect a protective but free household; you and her other daughters are held to her highest standard, and anything your heart wishes, she will do her best to achieve. You are always welcome to join the family business, too.

X

Another parental figure you may have is Vox! Vox never planned to have kids or take any in; no, he probably thinks he hates kids! But there's an exception for everything.

He probably sneaks you into the V's tower after finding you alone, and he's already committed to getting you cleaned up and warm because, man, what is this kid doing all alone in hell? He can't just—well, he can't just leave you out there, can he?

The more time you spend together, the more he considers you his daughter. You have your own room that he's always bringing things into. He's the type to just knock until you let him in and then give you some random thing he got you. Single slice of pizza, hot chocolate—hey, look how fast he can solve a Rubics cube. Wanna play with this new drone I'm prototyping? I found the book you wanted!

Oh yeah, the fridge is covered in your drawings. Even if they're digital, he has a little digital screen that has a slideshow of your work, and he does his best to show interest in any hobby you pick up.

If he ever hears you say you won't do something because you'd be bullied, he would probably hand you a taser and money to go indulge in what you like and zap the shit out of anyone who pokes fun at you.

He's not a very good parent in terms of morals, but he won't let anyone hurt you or shame you. He would get Velvette herself to help you find your style and would probably bar Valentino from ever EVER meeting you.

Expect a lot of movie nights together, trying all his new technology first, and getting every ounce of support. You'll never be alone, and you'll always be safe because, unless you ask him not to, he's always checking in on you.

Author’s Note - I actually could not pick, I had so many ideas!! So I went for one friend and two (separate) parental figures! I hope thats okay, I was literally ranting to my friends all night about the indeas I got lmaooo

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva boss matchups #hazbin hotel matchups

[secretagentsociety]

yandere arch mage X reader

A/N : uuh... it's kinda yandere if you squint hard enough?but honestly I just wrote this cuz of the song I was listening

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so imagine this world is set in a fantasy world with magic and mythical creatures,in the middle of this chaotic world is Callisto the feared arch mage,someone who goes beyond the word prodigy and genius he alone reinvent magic into something more useful,powerful,destructive and dangerous than ever

And then there's you,the fifth royal Princess who's said to be neglected by your own father and is unloved by your own mother

being born to a sickly body,you couldn't walk properly often needing a cane or a help from a servant to steady yourself,and because of your body you couldn't even do basic magic,in a simpler terms the world decides that you'll be it's most hated creature even worse than those 'beasts' in the forest

but as Callisto looked Infront of him,a confident girl staring back at him,despite your sickness your eyes held no such miserable thoughts for yourself,he often wondered how did such a weak girl became so powerful at the same time?

"I'd like to propose a deal with you" you said extending the contract papers you'd meticulously created in the past weeks,it covers all the basics and ground rules even the ones that most scholars even smartest ones didn't think about

Callisto stared at it,then averted his eyes back at you,he let's out a cheeky smile his body leaning over towards you as he rest his head on his palm "how amusing"

that was the first meetings you've ever had with him,a dangerous man akin to a devil but you're willing do deal with even the devil if it meant your survival

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now fast forwarding two years later,Callisto finds himself subconsciously extending his arm towards you whenever you needed help walking,he finds himself giving you piggy back rides to carriages and he finds himself often worrying about your every little movements,he treated you like a fragile glass that'll disappear if he were ever careless,yet he never overstep his boundaries

He remained uninvolved when he thinks you can take care of it,he often just observed and finds himself admiring how even with your sickness and challenges you never made it an obstacle

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It was midnight,no carriages was available and you were planning on walking home,but you find yourself hanging onto Callisto's neck as he gave you a piggy back ride

"heh,look at you giving a weak girl piggy back rides in the middle of the night no less" you said hugging him tighter,he would be lying to say your actions didn't made his heart flutter

"what? you're my client, it's only natural I made sure you get the utmost care" he reasoned a cheeky grin appeared on his face,oh that cute little grin of his,it never fails to make you feel flustered

"hm?so you're telling me if it were any other person you'd give them the same treatment too?" You questioned,somehow a tint of jealously appeared in your heart

you'd hoped he didn't notice the slight difference in your tone,but oh he noticed it he noticed everything about you,your cute laugh,your eyes,how brightly they shined everytime you saw him,that beautiful grin of yours, seeing you half asleep as he carried you across town back to your mansion he couldn't help but wished this would last forever

"ofcourse not, don't be so jealous now little dove" he said,'little dove' one of his many nicknames he gave you,yet no matter how many times you've heard it,it never fails to made you feel special

You wondered if it were any other guy,would you feel the same?,is it just him?is he special?did you like him?oh god are you inlove?!

The realisation struck you like lightning striking the ground,your heart hammered between your ribcage as everything about him became more and more...noticeable

His shining black hair,his beautiful purple eyes,and his cute little smile,wait..cute? it's never cute before sure he's annoying...and....well...oh god...

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If we go back three years prior to say you fell in love with Callisto the man you're planning on using and leaving behind as soon as possible, you'd be laughing until your coughed up blood,but here you were having a nice warm tea party in the winter somehow Callisto had casted a spell causing the parameter of your mansion to feel warm and breezy

A perfect temperature

"say have anything interesting happens this evening?" Callisto asked,hmm ofcourse it's that exact reason you invited him for a tea today,you assume he already knew about it too, considering his smile is no longer visible he looked like he's thirsty for blood, your father's blood to be exact

"my father-"

"yes the emperor"

"well, he'd decided to forward my wedding with the viscount"

you sighed sipping your tea,you thought you'd have more time but it seems like always the world isn't on your side

"when?" He asked,you couldn't help but notice how incredibly dark his voice had gotten,looking at your surroundings you could tell he was ..... Angry maybe it's because this will be putting the plan back for months,any wrong words will get you killed

Afterall the only reason he'd ever put up with you is because you're his 'client' which meant you're useful to him,but if you were to ever be the Viscount's wife.....

"tommorow." You answered truthfully suddenly strands of your hair flewed back you felt an incredible mana surge,the plants withered as if winter had finally caught onto your mansion yet you've never felt cold, it's still warm

"w-well I'm sure I can work something out so yo-you don't have to worry about anyt-"

as you rambled on,you hadn't realised how Callisto had changed his position,no longer was he sitting infront of you,he instead stood behind you,with your cane at hand,he leaned forward his long hair perfectly fall onto your shoulder,as your back was pressed onto his chest

his arm slithered around your waist...hes...hugging you...his face was pressed against your head,he took a deep breath smelling your scent,slowly he starts calming down but his hugs became tighter he felt as if once he let go he'll lose you forever

No...he can't have that,from that moment you sighed that contract you're his,how dare that bastard Viscount decide to take HIS future wife and without realising it Callisto had made the plants completely withered

you noticed how rigged he's becoming,but you never once complained about how tight he's hugging you,because frankly even at this state he's still gentle as ever he made sure to held you so softly you almost fell for him all over again

"I'll handle it" he whispered,this time he burried his face on your neck leaving butterfly kisses all over it,"wa-wait calisto you can't-"

"please" he begged

ah....that face of his is truly dangerous...anything he wants if he just asked you'd give him your life no questions asked,sighing you smiled softly leaning your head againts his "go ahead" you whispered

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if someone were to say to another that the weak and sickly fifth princess will one day rule the kingdom they'll surely laughed and say the other person was crazy

if someone were to say the arch mage would willingly kneel for someone they'd also laughed

But here, Infront of everyone in the kingdom,Callisto and everyone else witnessed the fifth princess sat ontop of the golden throne overlooking everyone

Callisto stepped forward,you smiled at him as he did at you,a soft and loving gaze in his eyes he kneeled willingly and proudly at his now wife "her majesty the Queen of thalisiam empire" Callisto said he couldn't help but felt proud of you,oh how far you've come

"raise your head,my love" you said

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if his old self were to be in his position he'd be writling with rage,how could they be subdued by a royal dog?!no less the weakest one?!

yet as calisto watched you snuggling up onto him,your cheeky smile plastered on your face "hello my lovely" you whispered,he stared at you his stare remained unreadable

if he wanted too,he could've killed you here and now he could execute his original plan,seize the throne and made sure his blood line stay dominating the world for years and generations to come,afterall you're just a weak queen who couldn't even walk properly without needing a help from servants or a cane yet he find himself at his weakest around you

honestly if you asked him too he'd gladly took his own life,"what did you do to me women?" He said,hearing this you raised an eyebrow,"weirdo" you said sticking your tongue out with that same firery look in your eyes

The one's he fell for in the first place

"we should have children" he whispered

"all of a sudden?"

"yeah,I would love a little daughter or a son,with your stubborn heart or even your temper,give them your beautiful sparkling eyes or your enchanted smile,so that when we're gone,the world will find all the reasons i loved you within them" he declared

you couldn't help but laughed "you're such a romantic you know that?"

"I'm not hearing a no,for the children part" he said as his arm held onto your waist,you rolled your eyes flicking his forehead

"I'm tired idiot"

"but you're not rejecting it right?"

".... no maybe one day,but for now this queen need some sleep,will you remove the lights for me"

"I'll remove anything and anyone for you"

#oc x reader #yandere x willing reader #Yandere mage X reader #x y/n #female reader #yandere oc imagine #Soft yandere #fantasy fiction

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

my take on Reverse!Omens :D

okay so before i share anything, I'd just like to say that it was my friend @leoontheair's idea to make the entire universe swapped instead of just the two! so thank you for working on this with me and letting me bounce ideas off of ya! ^^

so in the beginning, everything is the same, uNTIL the rebellion part- so in this universe, Lucifer actually won, so God is just kinda in Hell seething- so all the angels kicked God and Her supporters out. Aziraphale was a moth angel who attempted to defend God, anddd..yeah, he fell, taking the name Azarien. but, he still has a lilll bit of angel in him (cuz he just like. rejects the fact he's a demon shgjdj i mean whatever works-!) A: his eyes never change, so he made them look that way around demons, but eventually just started wraring contacts when they were invented, and B: whenever he gets stressed tF OUT, he tends to chew on the knuckles of his fingerless gloves, and two lil strands of his hair stick up like moth antenna! :D he also has shiny blue/black eyes, oooh, aaah ✨️

he wears paisley ("Paisley is stylish >:(") and thinks he looks quite dapper in his little moth bowtie! he also owns a crystal shop, with crystals in the front and forbidden tomes and cursed artifacts in the back (including all the same forbidden bibles from the original book/show, just...rewritten-), much like a cursed/haunted museum. (calls Barry "Bare" and "Deary")

I LOVE HIM DEARLY. PROTECT.

now, Crowley on the other hand, is the archangel Baraqiel, Archangel of lightning and iii think stars? I'll look that up again* I just can't remember rn ajghshg anygays, he goes by Barry A. ("it's just an A, really" but..it isn't- it actually stands for Asterope, which is greek for "starry-faced" and "lightning") Raquel! they're an axolotl angel, and the actual fins appear in his hair when he is stressed as well. his eyes shine a burst of gold weaved through brown irises, and black scelera, so he wears orange-brown tinted glasses. they're still our stimmy adhd-filled star boy(gn), just tired from everyone's bullshit...and bro would absolutely say "bUt i DoN't wAnNaaAa-!" if one more nerve is plucked-

he wears a crystal tree of life necklace that Azarien gifted him, and wears a bit of a refined grunge, neutral-toned indie style. I have yet to draw out an outfit that I love on them, but until then here's the sketches he has so far!

he drives a yellow original Volkswagen Beetle with black trim that turns everything into ABBA (it still has the James Bond window transfers)

(they call Azarian Zari, fiend[former], my friend[former], and darling ajfhd) and let's just say finding out Azarien's eyes were normal crystal clear blue-into-green was...a bit of a conversation-

more to come!!

#the sparrow drawzzz #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #reverse omens #reverse au

[safetycar-restart]

hi!!! ive sent all the Logan asks but i have more thoughts to add after thinking some more. so logan and oscar have known each other their like entire youth racing career and i had this idea in my head that logan and oscar sub together sometimes. you also said in one of ur posts that logan has been with his dom the longest so on that note what do you think their routine is, bc we’ve established that charles is a subby little thing and Pierre is more of a “let me do my own thing”, so what do you think logan is cuz i kind of see him being like attached but in like a possessive way yk? anyways have a wonderful rest of your day/night. Xx

*deep breath* LOGAN AND OSCAR!!! I’m obsessed. I have so many thoughts.

So yeah even with this, you and Logan have been together for a very long time. Oscar genuinely can't remember a time where you weren't with Logan. Logically he knows he's known Logan since before you two got together, but it doesn't feel like there's ever been a time where you and Logan weren't a couple, where you weren't Logan's dom.

Logan hates going out without you, will spend the whole evening grumbling about how much he misses you and he quite literally threw a drink at a poor dom who dared to ask him to dance one time. So yeah, needless to say you're always with them when they go out because Logan will be straight up insufferable if you aren't.

Oscar never really minded it, because you and Logan have never been overly coupley. Even when Logan is literally sitting on your lap, you still don't make anyone feel left out.

However, I think Oscar sometimes felt bad around you and Logan, not because of anything the two of you did. But more because he had been trying to find something like what you and Logan have for years and he's been unsuccessful?

He's never had a dom for more than a weeks aside from a team dom, and he's never had a team dom that he really connected with. And then he's faced with you and Logan who have been together for so long that you're practically glued together at this point and Oscar wants that so fucking bad.

Oscar never asks to join you and logan in a scene, because he knows the way you two are. He knows it's not unheard of for friends to scene together, especially if one or both of them are lacking a scening partner. In fact many of his friends had offered before.

But he never imagined he would get an offer from you and Logan, because you two are so obviously made for each other that the mere thought of someone else joining you two is ridiculous.

Maybe Logan finds Oscar in subdrop? Oscar cancels on dinner with him and Logan goes to check on him. He finds Oscar curled up on the floor of his apartment, crying his eyes out and wrapped in a blanket, convinced he's the worse sub ever and completely unlovable. Logan helps him, looks after him as best he can.

And right before he leaves, he makes Oscar promise to come to him if he needs to submit and not go to the dom who did this to him. Oscar is confused, because Logan is a sub too. Logan explains that he means him and his dom, that you and Logan will help Oscar.

Oscar is shocked, both at the fact that Logan is offering this and at the fact that Logan seems confident you'll agree to it.

Logan knows you'll agree because he's discussed it with you many times, toying with the idea of offering Oscar a place in scenes with you because he knows Oscar needs stability. If it were anyone else, Logan would never agree to it. The idea of anyone submitting to you makes his skin crawl, except for Oscar. Oscar can do it.

You're convinced Oscar will never agree to it, until one night a few months later when you are out with Logan and some friends, including Oscar. You and Logan are cuddling in the booth, sharing a gin and tonic (as in, drinking from the same glass because you got one and Logan wanted one but didnt want to move) when Logan spots Oscar dancing with a dom. Which is fine, he's a grown man. He can do that.

But then the dom starts kissing Oscar right on the dance floor, kissing him hard, wrapping a hand around his throat. Instantly you and Logan are both on alert, because no dom should do that without discussing it first and Oscar clearly just met this guy.

Oscar comes back to the booth a few minutes later, looking very disheveled and Logan relaxes, thinking that now he's back and safe. Except he only came to grab his phone and keys and tells you both he's going home with a dom he met.

Logan grabs his wrist, standing up from your lap and pulling him closer.

"Come with us," Logan tells him, "don't go with that dom, we both know it's dangerous. We'll help you, please."

To your surprise, Oscar agrees and you end up with two subs that night.

After that, Oscar joining you and Logan happens more and more. He never says much, never explains why he needs this or whether he has a new dom or not.

But there's this unwritten agreement that you and Logan are his most permanent scene partners, even as he bounces from dom to dom outside of that.

#d/s au #sub!logan #sub!oscar #oscarp #lsargeant #nsfw. #gn!reader #poly!Logan/oscar

[hwanchaesong]

hi! this my first time requesting hehe can I request a mingi with cheating on you by charlie puth pls make it super angsty but with a fluffy ending^^ tysm<3

a/n: thank you so much for requesting~ this one really challenged me ksks hope you like it tho ✨💚

👤: ATEEZ Song Mingi

📼: Cheating On You - Charlie Puth

genre & warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of alcohol, clubs, break-up

word count: 908

Checklist for tonight's fun:

Step 1: Find a girl in the club

Mingi scanned the whole setting, eyes squinting like a hawk looking for its next prey.

His gaze stopped on a girl who is wearing a tight velvet dress that perfectly shows all her curves.

Blonde hair, large bust and ass, kind of tipsy.

Yes, an easy target for the day.

Step 2: Approach and sweet talk that girl

He trudged towards the her confidently, sitting next to her with a smug look on his face.

"Good evening, m'lady. Care to be accompanied by me?" he asked, a smile forming on his face when the girl agreed without any hesitancy.

He bought her more drinks, flirted his way into her heart until she completely opened up to his advances.

Step 3: Bring her home and let's get it on

It didn't take long for Mingi and his buddy to enter his car, driving a few miles to his so-called house.

Thirty minutes later, he was so ready to be free and get all happy.

That was until the girl kissed him, he did reciprocate the kiss, he even went as far as back her down the sofa of his living room but the problem was...

You.

It feels wrong, so wrong on his side that he's kissing an another person's lips that aren't yours.

It feels different that he's touching an another person's skin that isn't yours.

In the same couch that the both of you used to cuddle and rewatch your favorite movies.

How come that every time he does this, everything just leads back to you?

It's weird, that whenever he's with someone else, his consciousness would always drift to you.

Your bright smile, sparkly eyes, silky hair and yeah, he needs to stop for his own sanity.

You two have already separated for about two weeks now, so basically, he's a single man who is about ready to mingle without any worries of cheating.

So why the fuck is hooking up with a stranger so difficult?

No strings attached? Maybe because he's still attached to you.

He can't be intimate with anyone else? Maybe because he's still loyal to you.

Oh to hell with this bullshit.

Mingi pushed the confused girl away from him, apologizing to her before leaving her alone. (which she should take as a sign to leave cuz she ain't wetting anyone's dick for tonight.)

He ran to your house, keen on having you back in his arms, in his life, shit, he just wants to see you again so bad.

You were ripped off from the comforts of your bed when loud knocks erupted from your front door.

Grumbling and pausing the show that you're watching on netflix to tell the person to go away.

"Wooyoung, I said I don't wanna... go" your words trailed off when you opened the door, an unexpected, sweaty person showing up in ungodly hours like this.

"Y/N."

You really didn't have any much of a choice but to let him in, fetch him some water and give him a towel.

If you're going to be honest, you didn't want to go to parties because they reminded you of Mingi.

You two met at a party, things happened and it all led to the both of you dating like you're in a fairytale. Which turned into a horror story when time and communication weren't given any consideration.

You sat right across him, scrutinizing his disheveled appearance and fidgeting figure.

"Why did you even run? You have a car, right?"

Mingi face-palmed at that, he totally forgot about his vehicle.

"Yeah, well. My mind was so full of you, that information flew away. Sorry." he lowered his head, focusing on the glass of water settled down on your table.

"You're stupid." you chuckled a bit, finding him endearing like you usually did.

Seriously, why did the two of you even break up over such a petty thing?

Argument over a blueberry cheesecake? Really?

Given that the storm was already brewing before that fight, pent-up annoyance and tension caused something so small to boom like a nuclear bomb.

"Listen, Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"What?"

You glanced at him, only to see that he's already kneeling in front of you.

"I know that we've already talked about this, we've already said our goodbyes but can we please take those back?"

He craned his neck to peer into your orbs, seeking for any hint of hope, "Can you please take me back?"

Mingi is so ready to put everything on the line, even his bloated up pride that he could't let go when your relationship was being torn apart before.

How he wished to go back in the past, moments where he could kiss you like there's no tomorrow and conversations that lead to your future plans.

He was brought out of his thoughts when your warm hands cupped his face. A sensation that he missed dearly.

"I was waiting for you to say that, Mingi." you said with a voice full of love.

He feels like crying, his own hands clutching yours as he tilted his head a little to give your left palm a small kiss, "Thank you so much. I promise, I will never, ever let this second chance go to waste."

Okay, there's the assurance you both needed.

No more running away, no more taking each other for granted, just you and him for forever.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez reactions #ateez angst #ateez song mingi #ateez mingi #song mingi #mingi #mingi imagines #mingi smut #mingi fluff #mingi angst #mingi scenarios #mingi x reader #song mingi imagines #song mingi smut #song mingi fluff #hongjoong imagines #seonghwa imagines #yunho imagines #yeosang imagines #san imagines #wooyoung imagines #jongho imagines

[donniesexceptionalmind]

hi hey hello how's the purple genuis doing?

also do u think it would be possible to create a "healing scanner" of some sort like the kinda iron man has in this day and age?

like obviously i know x-rays and MRIs exist but those are big machines thst take an hour or so to tell you what's wrong with a specific body part

im talking a short, two second scanner in like idk glasses (for subtleness) that tells you a person's heart rate, broken bones, any internal bleeding etc etc and tells you how to deal with it with the stuff we have nowadays. cuz i see things like that in the future but do u think we could do it now????

I'm currently not really doing well by definition, that's why the lack of content, but I am trying.

To answer your question:

There exists an app!! (It's still in the piloting stage, but it exists!)

Developed by Healthy.io, the Minuteful for Wound app is able to use the device’s camera as a diagnostic scanner to accurately measure the size of a patient’s wound.

Yes, okay, it's not quite the same as the healing scanner, but it's a step in this direction!

Each image captured is then logged via a digital portal, so medical personnel can look back at previous images & compare them to see if it is improving. The portal gives the team full visibility of the status of each wound, helping to track their healing rates and identify any trends, while deteriorating wounds are highlighted for early intervention. It also means each wound is measured more accurately as the app eliminates the potential for nurses to interpret & record measurements differently. Being able to assess wounds accurately and consistently & track healing progress can reduce the healing time for patients.

More information about the app: [⚕️]

Since glasses with integrated technology, aka smart glasses, are going to be common in the future, I don't see why such an app wouldn't be able to be integrated into glasses.

And I have my own prototypes in progress!

#cool ask /g #donnie speaks #donnies exceptional mind #turtle net #rottmnt

[echantedtoon]

Demon Bride Ch55 Douma's Dilemma

(Douma and Enmu ARE their own warnings. Possibly some innuendos. Mentioning of Douma getting poisoned by wysteria. Mentioning of attempted murder. Enmu draws a bit of Douma's blood. Mentioning of death.

The flower meanings are also now revealed.The meanings of all the flowers are from all kinds of random sources in Google not everything may be 100% accurate.

Also Douma tail reveal!! Credit of the design goes to flanelltees on Tumblr. Link to art of Douma with tail down below

www.tumblr.com/flanelltees/694082545792450560/i-forgot-i-didnt-post-this-cuz-i-think-i-didnt?source=share)

A rainbow iris moved about under the magnifying glass. Up. Down. And then back to the light being partially held at it.

"It's just as I feared. His senses have greatly dulled due to the poison in his system. Look. His eyes are partially clouded and they aren't reactive to light being shined in them like how they usually would."

Two fingers let go of Douma's eyelids and Upper Moon Two blinked as his eye was finally freed. A magnifying glass held by Enmu was also put away and you pulled back the lantern Enmu had you hold close to his eyes. Leaving you both to stare down at Douma whom was resting in your Futon propped up by tons of fluffy pillows servants brought in and wrapped in at least three thick blankets.  Funny. Other than the purple veins sprouts on his body and the slightly cloudy eyes and shaking of his limbs, he looked completely fine. He was still smiling and..Well being Douma. 

"Are you sure? He can still see us clearly."

Enmu looked back up at you and pointed a leather gloved hand at you. "Of course!" His mouth was muffled by the thick cloth wrapped around his nose and mouth. It seemed he wanted to protect himself pretty well. "Upper Moons have greater senses than anyone else. His senses now however have dulled down to the level of a human's. He's still able to see and hear but not on the same level as he previously did."

Nakime had come through thank goodness. Enmu seemed rather surprised to be summoned to the middle of the Infinity Castle but even more shocked when you literally picked him up and carried him down to where you had laid Douma. Which lead to now as he continued to examine the poisoned demon while protected.

"Pray tell exactly how did this happen?" Enmu asked you raising a brow voice still slightly muffled by the mask. "I wasn't very much informed other than he was poisoned."

"I don't know. He just smelled some flowers and then fell over."

His brows rose interested. "Flowers huh? Do you still have them?"

"Yeah! I put them over here." Teal eyes watched as you placed down the lantern on the floor and was quick to get a small box from the corner of the room. "I thought it would be better if I put them inside a box just in case." You stood there holding up a leftover box from a gift you've been given and stayed away from Douma.

Enmu nodded standing up and heading towards you. "That's a good idea. It'd be best to contain the object from contamination or harming someone else." He grabbed the lid of the box and opened it just enough to look inside and rose a brow. "Hmm. Well those are certainly not wysteria."

"Yeah. So I don't understand why he was poisoned by wysteria when these flowers obviously aren't wysteria."

After a moment Enmu closed the box and sighed. "I'll have to borrow Master's lab equipment and take a closer look at it to understand why. For now we need to follow a few procedures to prevent everyone else from catching it." He gestured to your room. "This entire room and the hallway outside needs to be cleaned thoroughly and quickly in case there's anymore trace of. Douma will also need to be bathed in order to cleanse his body of any poison resting on his body." He then pointed at you. "As you came into contact as well, it'd be best if you also took a bath and changed clothing. If there's any poison on your body then there'll be a chance you'll put others in danger."

"Ooh ~ How intimate- *COUGH COUGH HACK-*"

Douma was cut off as his body was sent into a violent coughing fit and you shot him a glare. "LIKE HELL I WOULD!!" You pressed the box into Enmu's arms. "I think I'll go do that right now. I'll let you handle the clean up and Douma."

"But darling. Aren't you the least bit interested in the intimacy that comes with a relationship?~"

You gave Douma the harshest glare you could muster. "I'd rather dive first in a pile of knives! Excuse me, Enmu."

Both men watch as you left slamming your door behind you before Douma looked at Enmu. "Do you think it was too early to offer to bathe together?"

Enmu chuckled again and reached into a pocket, only to pull out a syringe. "I do believe so. Perhaps wait until you're at least in her good graces. For now please extend your arm. I'd rather like a good blood sample to study from you."

You decided to go bathe in that bathroom you once hid from Douma in. That should be far enough from the blonde moron. By the time you got back, which was around an hour later as you wanted to be thorough in scrubbing off and traces of poison, there was already a HEAVY amount of cleaning supplies filling the air and at least thirty servants scrubbing down everything inside your room and the hallway outside your door. At least ten servants were walking out of your room with bags stuffed with the pillows, blankets, and what was once your futon to be destroyed by fire. And each and every one of the servants wore some kind of tight mask covering their mouths and noses and leather gloves covering their hands. Something told you you'd have to order a new futon. By the time they were done, your entire room and hallway smelt much too heavily of artificial perfumes from the cleaning supplies and you coughed from the heavy smells. Yep. This needed to be aired out for a while. At least Douma wasn't in here now. You did wonder where the servants carried him off to. You did end up asking one servant whom informed you that at least five male employees had to be called out to help lug Douma's heavy and tall body out of your room and to the nearest bath to get him cleansed of anymore poison that might've been still clinging to his body. 

IT TOOK FIVE MEN TO MOVE HIM?!

... Actually that did make sense. Douma was easily six feet tall! And very heavy from his heavily muscular frame and build. You couldn't even pick him up and had to resort to dragging him painfully slowly one foot at a time from under his shoulders!! So it was a really it wasn't surprising the more you thought about it. But at least you-

"Oh Darling Y/n!~" You froze as you stood in front of your room. A muffled voice coming from the room just in front of YOUR room across the hall. "I know it's you! I smell lotus blossoms and that's what I smell whenever you're around here. Why don't you come have lunch with me?"

...You groaned before facepalming yourself and inhaling. "What the hell are you even doing here!?" Turning you marched across the hall and grabbed the door. "I thought your room was on the other side of the first floor!" You threw open the door. "What are you do-"

You froze in the middle of pointing at him. Your jaw hanging open and purple eyes nearly popped out of your skull. Two rainbow irises stared back at you as Douma laid on an exquisite futon, fluffy blankets covering him mostly, and a MASSIVE piles of silk pillows piled up to allow him to sit up without even trying. Candlelight was the only thing lighting the otherwise dark room, but you could clearly see-

"W-WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU WEARING A SHIRT?!" 

Douma sat there with a smile on his face and wore a robe on his body. The front open enough to expose at least half his chest and half the toned abs and biceps underneath. His arms propped up on the pile of pillows like a soft throne and a bold brow rose high on his face. Your face immediately went red and your head snapped away a hand smacking over your eyes. Douma gave a deep chu- His throats and chest heaved and hacked a few coughs that made your body wince hearing such an unusual sound from the otherwise looming presence of Douma. After a moment the coughing stopped and he gave a few deep breaths before smiling again.

"Are you alright?," you asked without looking at him.

"A-As alright as I can be given t-the situation."

"Oh good. NOW WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"

He blinked.  "Oh? But I'm not. You see they took my old clothes to be burnt and I haven't been able to get any changes from my room yet, so I'm stuck with this for now. But I'm certainly not naked.  You seem to be overreacting."

"WHY AREN'T IN YOUR OWN ROOM THEN?!" 

"OH! Enmu said it would be best if I was near someone who could help me if something happened!"

"WHAT?!" You finally perked back at (his chest-) him-..You shook your head and looked at his face. "What the hell do you mean by that?!"

"Oh. Isn't it obvious?" He gestured to you. "You're immune to wysteria poison." You looked surprised. "All members of the Kizuki know you are a Tamayo dear. It's not a secret that her entire bloodline was immune to the wysteria plant. If I need help, then you'd be the perfect candidate for it."

You scowled. "Well I'll need to have a little talk with Enmu then! Where is he?"

Douma shrugged, coughed a few times into his shoulder, and smiled again. "In the M-Master's lab I assume. He left A-An hour or two ago and took some of my blood with him." He shrugged again, making his chest flex, and your eyes watched as it did. "You'll f-find him there."

"Uh huh...Well Ill have to talk to him then."

His brow rose higher. "Lotus blossom."

"Hm?"

"My eyes are up here.~"

You immediately snapped your head up and stared at his smirk. Your face bloomed a red as you sputtered. "I-I WAS LOOKING AT YOUR VEINS Y-YOU ASS!!"

"Of course, Dear!" A hand of his went to what small chest was exposed. "Would you like to examine me further? I can show more if you-"

"GODS NO!!" You shrieked as he chuckled- Coughed again. And growled. "You are a giant pervert, you know that?!" He continued coughing...and you sighed letting your arms drop. "Seriously though.. Your condition warrents some concern. How are you feeling? Obviously not ok but still.."

He waved a hand. "W-Well my throat and lungs burn, and my body feels heavy and my head feels light..." He hummed. "And I also have a headache on top of that. It feels like I hit my head."

"You did." He looked at you as you nodded. "When you first got poisoned. Your body just fell hitting the wall before hitting the floor. You completely passed out for a few seconds before regaining consciousness."

He nodded. "Oh yes. I do remember that part c-clearly. I woke up just as you were dragging me to your bed."

"Yes. You're very heavy by the way."

He chuckled again. "I-I suppose so. Oh. Akaza should also be here much sooner! I was able to call him before the wysteria poison blocked my ability to do that."

You perked up at the thought. "Akaza's coming here sooner?"

"You seem happy to hear that. I'm also happy my best friend is coming to stay!" He clapped 'happily' before coughing loudly again.

You winced as he continued coughing... before making the difficult choice to approach him but stopped at his feet and sighed. "Well I guess the situation is desperate. Is there anything I can get you?" He perked up. "That doesn't involve spending time with me or anything perverse. Remember your side of the bargain, Douma." 

"Oh I remember perfectly. L-Let me think." He hummed a blue nail tapping his chin. "Well...S-Some food would be nice. No one has delivered me any yet A-And I'm quite famished. And maybe a book to pass the time." 

"Some food and a book? Sure. I can do that for you." You nodded and he smiled again.

"W-Why *cough* thank you, Lotus. But if I may ask o-one more thing." He made a shoo motion with his hand. "Can you take a step in any direction please? Y-You happen to be stepping on me."

You looked confused and looked at the bottom of the futon. You weren't standing on his feet or the futon. You jumped feeling something wriggle under your feet and looked down only to help and really jump back a few feet. Immediately something long twisted upwards free from your body weight. You stared at the appendage as it wriggled like a snake. It was a long tan slender thing that poked out from the blankets and ended in a big shiny tuft of platinum blonde hair. You blinked and it took you a full moment to realize thaT Douma-

HAD. A. TAIL!!

"You have a tail?!" You continued to stare at it gobsmacked. Before he could say anything you grabbed it and brought it up to your face. It had the same hair as Douma's head and the demon tilted his head curiously at you. "How could you have a tail?!"

"Oh I've always had it, from the moment I was born." He clarified with a smile. "It's more convenient to absorb it into my body and make my appearance look more human. However my b-body is currently to-too weak to keep it absorbed-"

He shut up as he heard something from your throat that he never heard before in his presence. A giggle. You giggled holding up the silky blonde locked tail like it was the most ridiculous and hilarious thing in the world.

"Are you kidding me? You're parading around proud like a narsassic peacock and all this time YOU of all people have a cute fluffy tail?!" You couldn't help but burst out laughing at the mental image of the proud douma yelling Everytime someone stepped on his 'majestic' tail. Your gut busted out as a chorus of laughter escaped your throat. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Douma blinked again and tilted his head as you continued to laugh leaning over and one arm holding your stomach. He .. slowly blinked. Slowly his eyes trailed from where his tail was poking out of the blanket and to your hand holding the tip where the platinum blonde tuft was..Then back to your laughing face. The rusty gears slowly turning in his head...The end you held suddenly wagged quickly sashaying the hair around. You burst out in louder laughter dropping his tail and to your knees. Both arms wrapped around your middle now and bursting in high pitched laughter at something he didn't understand but...

HE made you do that. HE made you laugh. That was FINALLY a step in the right direction! He smiled wider watching as you laughed and laughed and LAUGHED until you slowed down gasping for air and pulling yourself together. Almost crying from how hard you had laughed rubbing your eyes.

"Now T-This is.. something I can stand about you." 

He smiled. "Well I do look forward to seeing having it out for a while if it means I can see you smile. I'm not lying when I say you look beautiful when you smile."

You knew he didn't really mean it, he never had feelings behind most things he said but you still lit up a light pink. "Thanks for that but I think I'd better-"

THUD

You froze as the familiar sound of footsteps approached you both. You turned to the door.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD-

They stopped outside Douma's door and your eyes widened. Uh oh. You knew those footsteps-

SLAM!!

Without warning the sliding door to Douma's room SLAMMED open with enough force to rattle the doorframe. And standing there was a VERY angry looking golden -blue eyed demon with soft pink lashes and veins popped up all over his body.

"AKAZA-DONO!!" Douma cheered before abruptly starting another coughing fit which made you jump.

"YOU!!," Akaza raged pointing right at Douma. If looks could kill Douma would instantly be dead. "HOW COULD YOU LET THE ENTIRE INFINITY CASTLE GO TO PIECES?!" His voice echoed off the walls and he stomped inside-

"HEY, HEY, HEY!!" You were quick to jump up and press your hands against Akaza's stomach and pushed back making him stop but BOY was he angry. "Stop right there!"

"YOU MESSED UP THE ENTIRE SYSTEM AROUND HERE!!", He bellowed out at Douma followed by a snarl and lashing of his tail. "The medical research society has had half their grants taken to be donated instead to the fishing division and process of new medical procedures have slown down!!"

"Oh. But we could always use more food for the growing population."

"NOT IF IT MEANS CUTTING OFF FUNDS FOR IMPORTANT MEDICAL DEVELOPMENT THAT CAN SAVE LIVES YOU DIMWIT!!"

"Oh?" Douma hummed before tapping his chin again. "I thought dividing the funds equally would be equally beneficial. Both could progress evenly even if slowly."

You looked over your shoulder raising a brow. "Actually...that doesn't sound like a bad compromise."

Akaza gave you a dumbfounded look. "Wha- Y/N!! You can't be serious!"

You groaned and continued to push him back without much luck. "Look. He's having a bad enough time for now, and you are NOT going to pummel him while he's unwell. I don't care how much you hate him!" You then slammed your shoulder into Akaza's middle and still attempted to move him backwards to no avail. How strong  WERE these demons?! "Akaza, come on! There's other things to worry about here!"

"I agree." A hand was gently pressed against your back as his look softened. "Y/n." You blinked up at him when another hand tilted your head head gently by the chin. "You couldn't know how much worry I was in knowing that you were alone for so long with so many perverse minds. I've heard about everything."

"Everything?" Uh oh- "uh...Define everything." You smiled nervously as he rose a brow.

"Well do you mean the time you knocked Douma into the most?" You froze up as he smirked amused. "Or maybe when you were walking around the Dwell all dirty carrying the game from your hunts around your neck? Or maybe all the complaints I've heard about your untraditional ladylike behaviors?"

You just stared at nothing. "So...You mean everything everything?"

"EVERYTHING everything." He chuckled again making you turn red especially when he chuckled deeply. "Now I wasn't expecting you to break the mold on every tradition possible. Although I'm not complaining. It just makes me feel more compelled to be by your side."

You flushed a deeper red staring into his eyes-

"Do I get a hello too, Akaza?!"

 And the moment was ruined by Douma's voice. Akaza instantly turned to him raged once again and opened his mouth but paused eyes widening before he gave a loud gasp and pulled you too him suddenly and you felt your face go redder being flushed against his exposed chiseled chest. 

"WHY ARE YOU EXPOSED?!"

"You too now? I already said I was covered up. See? Only a bit of my chest is exposed."

"BUT WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH A PROVOCATIVE POSE?! YOU NASTY PERVERT!! THERE'S A LADY PRESENT FOR FUCKS SAKES!! COVER YOURSELF UP AND SIT UP STRAIGHT!!"

"I literally cannot. My body is poisoned as  I told you and these pillows are literally propping me up. I'm too weak to even sit up by myself. But you are blatantly missing something, Akaza-dono."

"WHAT?!"

"YOUR chest is MUCH more exposed than mine is. Also you seem to be suffocating our darling between your biceps."

Akaza froze, looked down at you, and instantly shrieked high pitched like a lady almost. You were instantly released and a THUD  sounded out as Akaza dropped to his hands and knees in a deep bow. 

"I HAVE CROSSED A SACRED BOUNDARY!! IM SO SORRY!! PUNISH ME AS YOU SEE FIT FOR ME TO MAKE UP FOR SUCH A STUPID MOVE ON MY PART!!"

You stood red faced for a long moment before shaking your head and holding up your hands. "A-Akaza, no! Really it's ok! I-It was an accident!! Don't take it so hard!"

"If he wants to make it up, why not spend time with us? After all we both find you quite... attractive.~"

"SHUT UP!!," Akaza snapped to him redder than the red parts of Douma's irises.

Douma blinked, coughed again a few times, before looking at you genuinely confused. "Was it something I said?" You facepalmed. "Hmmm....I'll take that as a maybe."

You somehow managed to get Akaza out of the room without murdering Douma, and closed the door to Douma's room behind you for good measure. At least no one got pummeled this time around. However you did had to distract Akaza from going back to pummel Douma by doing one thing you'd feel guilty about later-

"A-Akaza! I-I can still walk fine!"

"You were almost poisoned!! You need to rest your body."

You appealed to his more gentleman nature and pretending to be MUCH more tired than you were kicking in his protective instincts and trading them out for the rage earlier. However you probably should've expected it when he took it VERY seriously and picked you up bridal style and literally carried you to your-

He blinked pausing and looking around the room before raising a brow. "Where's your bed?"

"Oh. It was taken away to be burnt along with everything else."

 He looked back to you. "What?! Where are you expected to sleep tonight then?"

You shrugged. "I can just bunk with Rui tonight. We've done it before."

"Oh nononono!!" You were gently placed down on your floor and he crossed his arms firmly. "Rui's growing up and needs his own privacy and space And a lady shouldn't have to be forced to sleep without her own bed!" His eyes turned over. "And...And.." his pink brows slowly rose as he stared at a sleeping form in the corner. "Is that..a dog?"

You sighed. "Yes. Someone gifted her to Rui."

"Ah! That might be a good thing! It'll teach him responsibility! But for now sit tight and don't force yourself up! I'm going to take over for a while and the first thing Im going to do is order someone to get you a new futon. The second thing is undoing everything."

"Undoing what?"

"Everything Douma fucked up!"

You had to wait for Akaza to fully leave you alone before you got back up and grabbed a few books from your stack to gift back to Douma and locate a nearby servant to get Douma some food. His body would probably feel better with a full stomach anyways. He was 'happy' to get the small stack of books and food from you and offered to have you join him and you politely buy firmly refused. You just left when he wouldn't stop insisting.  That was the good part of this whole thing. Douma couldn't just get up and follow you around anymore until he felt better. Which you didn't know how long that would take. You'd have to wait for Enmu's diagnosis from whatever tests he decided to run.

Wwwwhhhiiiiich wasn't until three days later.

You got your new futon that day Akaza showed up but you had to endure Douma's constant muffled voice being yelled at you through both walls separating you two as well as his constant loud coughing. 

"Y/N DARLING!! COME READ WITH ME!!" "YYYYYYY/NNNNN!! IM LLLOOOONELLLLYY!! COME KEEP ME COMPANNNNYYYYY!!" "DID YOU KNOW THAT THE KILLER WAS THE COOK'S LOVER ALL ALONE?! I SAW IT COMING WHEN SHE TRIED TO FRAME THE CHEF USING HIS OWN KNIFE THAT WASN'T HIS KNIFE!!"

And on and on and ON from him. You had to sneakily exit your room and walk away in order to get peace in a different part of the Dwell. Sometimes that didn't work however.

"DEAR I CAN HEAR YOUR FOOTSTEPS!! COME HAVE BREAKFAST WITH ME!!"

Muzan dam it all. You tried to ignore him. Really you did but...you felt back about what happened to him. So you'd often give in to his pleas and join him either just listen to him ramble on and ON or more often than not you'd offer to read to him to get a break from him own voice. He seemed content by that and you just squirmed a bit under his gaze. The servants whom dealt with him all wore gloves and masks to  protect themselves and even then sometimes  you'd have to be the one to bring in Douma's food because they would be too afraid to. Sigh. Rui also was very annoyed by the whole thing.

"Why is the blonde pervert not shutting up?! And why is he across the hall now?!"

Sigh. You were SO happy to see not only Enmu but also Akaza entering Douma's room as you were giving him breakfast one day. They didn't even knock, just walk right in startling you. Enmu was still wearing a thick mask and leather gloves but now also dawned on some strange goggles that covered his entire eyes. 

"Enmu, is that you playing dress up?"

His muffled but familiar sounding chuckles escaped him. "Naturally, Begonia.~" his voice was still muffled by the mask and Akaza groaned rolling his eyes. "I've made a thorough comb through of all the things provided to me and have made some incredible discoveries."

"Oh really?" Both yourself and Douma looked interested. "What did you find out?"

Enmu held up a finger. "Douma is poisoned by wysteria."

...You exchanged looks with Akaza. "Um... Obviously? But HOW was he poisoned is what I mean?"

"Oh that's easy. He inhaled large amounts of wysteria flower pollen and tree bark shavings!"

You froze brows nearly shooting off your face. "What?!"

Enmu's answer was to open the suitcase and reach inside. You stood up to try to peer inside and a moment later he pulled out a small round glass container that was completely see through. "Take a look for yourself." He said holding it out. "It's really truly fascinating."

You blinked but leaned closer to examine the inside. Against the glass looked to be yellow pollen and black pepper mixed in with it. "...What am I looking at?"

"The yellow substance is orange lily pollen mixed up with the pollen of the wysteria flower. The black powder in finely crushed bark from the wysteria flower also. You see wysteria flowers grow on trees and the ENTIRE plant is poisonous to demons. Not just the flower or nectar." He held it up to his protected eyes. "It's truly rather fascinating really. Someone extracted the pollen of the wysteria bloom and grounded the bark into a fine powder just to mix them into the anthers of the lilies. Any demon whom inhaled it wouldn't know what hit them as the smell of the lilies over powered any trace of the wysteria. A killer poison for anyone." His covered eyes then looked at you all crinkled in a smile. "What you all have here Lady and gentlemen...Is a killer whom knows how to think."

Again everyone exchanged glances and that bad feeling in your gut came back. 

"Who would want to kill Douma?" Akaza paused.... before scowling. "Ok. A lot of people probably would, but who would've been stupid enough to actually try it?"

"No idea. But whomever they are, they were very clever."

"Ok..But if it's THAT poisonous then why wasn't anyone else but Douma affected by it?"

"That's why I said they were clever. The shavings and pollen was put directly INTO the flower where the lillies' pollen was. It would only be contacted if someone literally smelt the flowers or touched the inside of the petals. I have a physical to both the servant girl who brought these to you and the mail demon whom delivered them. Both tested negative for the poison. Whoever it was targeting you didn't want to arose suspicion."

You froze..Staring at Enmu before slowly blinking at what Enmu just said. "I'm...sorry. Did you say that someone is targeting..ME?"

He nodded bluntly. "Yes. After all those flowers were obviously intended FOR YOU. Someone wanted to die away with you but it wouldn't have worked even if you inhaled the wysteria. After all you are immune to it.'' He hummed. "I'm fact...It was probably a GOOD thing Douma got poisoned."

"Excuse me?" "Come again?" Both you and Akaza looked at Enmu like he suddenly went crazier.

"Think about it. The target was Y/n and Douma even by accident intercepted her assassination attempt and exposed it to the open. If he hadn't and their attempt had failed...Then it's highly likely that whoever did this would've tried something else. However now their interactions ARE exposed...Well it's really only a matter of time until they're found out."

"But why would someone want to try and kill me?"

"Well..I have a theory! I decided to try and do research on the specific breed of lily and found something interesting. Did you know that the orange lily symbolizes hatred?" Enmu tilted his head at you. "I was beginning to wonder why you smelt strongly of lillies when you got angry enough and now we know why. I believe whoever sent those flowers knew exactly that too and thus we are looking for someone whom hates you with a passion."

"Who could that even be?" You shook your head. You hadn't gone of your way to harm anyone or make anyone angry. You tried treating all the servants and other demons you saw with a decent politeness. "I can only think of one and she's already in prison. She couldn't possibly have done this from prison could she?"

"No." You jumped and the three of you finally looked at Douma whom after all this time FINALLY decided to talk. His eyes narrowed despite his smile. "But I think I have A-A *COUGH* A very good idea for who it might be...Oh Akaza! C-Could I have talk to you in private p-please?"

Akaza just stared at him with anger narrowing his eyes. "...Fine. Y/n, please leave the room. Enmu, get out!!"

"Oh. Nuh uh!" You scowled and pointed at Akaza. "I'm not letting you alone with Douma unless you promise me you won't lay a hand on him! I know you and you'll try to punch him as soon as I leave and he annoys you. So PROMISE me you won't hurt him!" Akaza slowly inhaled his fists balling tightly popping his knuckles. "AKAZA!!"

"I... Promise. But only because you asked me not too," he grumbled through gritted fangs veins popping all over his body.

You nodded. "Good. And don't think I'll be too far either. Douma's an ass but right now he doesn't need to be hurt." 

Douma opened his mouth to coo something bbbbuuutt only dove into another coughing fit. You just sighed and followed Enmu after he motioned for you to follow him outside. Which you did and Akaza closed the door behind you both. Both of you just stood there outside of the rooms for a moment before you gave a concerned look at Enmu.

"Hey. I know this is a cliche ask ..But is he going to be ok?"

"Oh absolutely! Douma is the third most powerful demon in existence just under Kokushibo and the Master himself.  It'll take more than wysteria poisoning to kill him, and he has the Master's blood in his veins. That'll help filter out the poison soon."

You sighed in relief. "Oh good. When can you give him the antidote?"

"Oh. There is no antidote."

Your eyes popped out. "WHAT?!"

"All demons are weak to wysteria poison, other than you of course. Any amount is deadly to us." He nodded towards the door. "Douma inhaled enough wysteria to kill at least twenty five low ranking noble demons. He's going to be alright but there isn't any 'antidote'. He has to wait until all the poison naturally flushed out of his body before he gets better."

"Alright then. How long will that take?"

He hummed thinking. "Well considering that Douma is the third most powerful demon.. calculating Master's blood cells...and how fast his regeneration rate is... I would confidentally estimate his recovery would be around two months." He held up a hand. ''BUT he'll need plenty of sleep and no stress. So no visitors."

"No visitors. Got it!"

"And he needs as much rest as he needs. So no Kizuki work until he recovers and that includes his cult work. He'll need plenty of water and double his usual amounts of food for every meal. Food will provide energy and fluids are important. I'll give you a medicine that'll help his white blood cells target the poison in his systems but other than that we'll have to wait until it passes."

Around two months.. Alright. That wasn't too bad. You could handle Douma for that amount of time. It was Akaza who you had to worry about. "I can do that."

"Good. Oh. Speaking of the subject of flowers.." Again his eyes crinkled up in a smile. "I believe I've figured out why and how everyone is smelling different scents of flowers from you!"

You paused shocked. "Wait. Really?!" He nodded. "Oh thank the Gods! FINALLY SOME ANSWERS!!"

He chuckled again. "Well..As you know, all demons are able to smell a floral scent from you but no one but a select few people like myself can actually smell a SPECIFIC type of flower. I asked around and all the regular demons agreed that you smell like no specific flower however you come off as very calm and pleasant. The Tamayo bloodline has always been strongly associated with flowers. So I deduced that your body must naturally give off a scent that induces a calm or pleasant feeling in other demons as a defense mechanism! A blood demon art passed down from your mother's bloodline that we weren't aware of until now! It could also explain why you smell like orange lilies and wysteria when you're angry! It gives off those scents as a sort of warning to others. Like how a skunk sprays a foul oder in self defense."

Your eyes widened more and more and MORE the more Enmu spoke. You slowly nodded. "That... actually makes so much sense."

"There's more! When I decided to look up the meaning of those orange lilies the idea hit me to look up the meanings of those specific flowers we select few can smell from you, and I've made quite the break through!"

You grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Tell me!! This is the best news I've had in months!!"

He chuckled again. "Then I will! I decided to start with the first few people who smelt a specific flower. Little Rui smells carnations yes? Well carnations just so happen to be the universal flower of motherhood. So you're relationship checks out perfectly! And then there's Kyogai of course! Rose's are a symbol of love and passion! He's a passionate writer and he loves you. So that makes sense as well!"

"Keep talking buddy!"

"Then there's myself. Begonias mean 'deep thinking' and as we discussed before you agreed suits me perfectly. And I couldn't agree more." He giggled maniacally muffled by the mask. "Then there's the Hantengu family. The entire family agrees you smell like Aster flowers which is a symbol of patience and you have been VERY patient with all of them especially Karaku from what I've heard.  Gyutaro and Daki were a bit tricky, but I narrowed down peonies to be a symbol of compassion and you showed them both great compassion."

"And the others? What about Akaza?"

He waved a hand. "Oh Akaza was easy. Amaryllis flowers symbolizes strength and he sees you as a strong woman. Kokushibo is a bit interesting. Hydrangeas usually expresses a deep thank you for understanding or other deep heartfelt emotions. I'm not sure of his reasoning but it's a good sign!" He then hummed again. "However Douma and Kaigaku...they didn't make much sense at first."

You rose a brow confused. "Why would that be confusing?"

"Well you smell like peach blossoms to Kaigaku and Lotus blossoms to Douma. However when I looked up their meanings I couldn't find any meaning that fits your relationship with either of them." He shrugged. "For a moment I thought that my findings were duds after all but then I realized something. There is actually TWO reasons for us to smell a specific flower from you!"

"What?!"

"The first reason is simple. We either smell a specific flower on you for one of two reasons. The first reason is because the flower symbolizes the different relationship you have with us. But the SECOND reason is because we find you attractive and you smell like something we're also fond of!!" You stared gobsmacked as he smiled. "Think about it! That's why Douma and Kaigaku are able to smell specific flowers on you without the flowers symbolizes anything about their relationship with you! Kaigaku adore you, he adores peaches therefore the peach blossom smell. Douma on some level must find you attractive enough for his senses to associate you with his favorite flower which is the lotus flower."

It was all finally starting to come together now!! This answered so, SO MANY questions!! You smiled at him.

"HHHAAA!!" Enmu squealed out as you grabbed him around the waist, lifted him up, and twirled him.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU!! I SWEAR I COULD KISS YOU IF AKAZA WASN'T READY TO BEAT YOUR ASS!!"

"My darling this is is absolutely all the thanks I want having you hold me in your arms!" 

He swooned making you giggle but stopped when Akaza opened the door and silently stepped out however he paused staring at the two of you... before GLARING at Enmu-

"Don't even think about it, Akaza." You gently set Enmu back down and looked at Akaza. "Any word on Kokushibo arriving?"

He inhaled before slowly nodding. "Yes. He'll be here by tomorrow noon. However that's not my main concern. Tell me. How much do you know about a demoness by the name of Jade?"

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As much as I don’t like #MBFW Finn, what redeeming features did Clarke see in him that pulled her into accepting the first date and eventually saying yes to marriage? What was Clarke’s head space like, being confronted with someone who clearly wants her enough to make a lifetime commitment vs. Lexa who muddies the water between the two of them long enough that Clarke lost all hope?

Oof ok I gotta answer this carefully 😅

Finn has redeeming qualities in that he really can be a sweet guy. It doesn't seem like it now, but he is and you will see it. The problem mainly is just that... they've only known each other for like 3 months 🥴 i.e. they don't know each other that well at all. So they're still in that attraction fueled rose-colored glasses stage of their relationship where even annoying stuff can be written off or seem cute because they haven't had time to really evaluate how well they work together, much less if they want the same things in life. It's absolutely a whirlwind engagement, I need everybody to keep that in mind! This is not, and never has been, a situation that screams "oh yeah Clarke thought this out really hard and it's a totally rational decision she's made" cuz it Is Not

As for Clarke, she's going to explain her own mindset eventually. But vaguely speaking, she's going off of 9 years of continuously thinking that they were going to get back together, only to finally come to a decision about them, to being determined to prove to herself and everyone else that she is fine. So headspace wise? She is just a bit of a mess lol

#anon #MBFW