#flat color cause i'm in a rush

[cowboycoups]

What a perv.

Pairing: fem!reader x Dino

Wc. 1.5k

Summary: Your clothes begin to go missing and you go to ask Chan about them - Just to find out that he's been stealing them for his own pleasure.

Warnings: smut!, porn no plot, afab reader, pet names, gendered terms, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, teasing, oral, slight fingering, mention of god (“oh my god”)

Author note: Disappeared for a bit but I'm back!! I've had a fat crush on Dino for a while but the subby Chan fic drought is REAL. I literally can't find any fics for him?! Something about Chan being needy and stuff just gets me kjdfkjs so I decided to just write it myself LOLOL

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You hop out of bed with the plan of heading out for a cup of coffee and hopefully some breakfast and quickly rush to throw your clothes on to leave before breakfast hours are over. Rummaging through your closet, you look for your favorite sweatshirt.

Over the past few days, you’ve noticed that your clothes have slowly gone missing. First, a sock, which was followed by your shirt shortly, then your favorite sweatshirt, and lastly, your panties.

You didn’t pay much mind to the sudden disappearance of your clothing until your favorite sweatshirt went missing but didn’t begin looking for it until now. You found it odd but just assumed that the washing machine fairy stole them or something.

Five minutes pass and your room becomes a colorful mess of clothes that you’ve thrown around in search of your sweatshirt. Now that you were on the hunt for your missing clothing, it was the only goal you were focused on and completely forgot about why you were even looking to wear it.

After going through your entire closet, you decided that maybe you left it outside on the couch or table and scurried out of your room. You quickly run around your house still in search of your sweatshirt before you stop to grab your hair out of frustration. Where’d it go? You remember washing it, but it wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Hey! Channie! Have you seen my sweatshirt?” You shout out as you slowly walk toward Chan’s room. “Ya know, my favorite o-” You stop in your tracks. Your words are cut off out of surprise by the low grunts and soft moans coming out of his room. Steadily, you walk toward his door which was cracked open. “Chan…?”

His moans begin to get louder as you get closer to his room and you peek in. Your eyes widen and your hands are quick to cover your mouth as you look inside to find Chan holding your missing sweatshirt up to his nose in one hand and your panties wrapped around his cock, which he jerked at in his other. “So that's where they went.” you lean in closer to the door.

You watch as he falls back onto his bed while sniffing your clothing and begins to thrust his hips up and into the air lightly while moaning. “Please… Y/N… please-” he breathily begs out with his body still moving. “Oh, god, I’m gonna, oh my god-” his voice spikes up as you watch him begin to shake. His feet run up and down his sheets before laying flat and curling while he continues to jerk himself off.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His body tenses up and he freezes at your words. He springs up and throws his blanket over himself in a failed attempt to hide what he's been doing and you watch as his face immediately becomes flushed with red out of embarrassment.

“Hey- I- I can explain!” He stutters out before worriedly gritting his teeth together. “This- This isn’t what it looks like I swea-”

You rush toward him and grab him by the jaw with one hand, causing him to almost go limp in your grasp. He felt his heart begin to race further as his body was still stuck frozen. He could feel himself getting harder just from you being so close to him. “What do you think you’re doing?” You shove your thumb into his mouth.

“Nnnghhh!" He gagged as you pushed your thumb down his throat. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking pre-cum onto the floor. He continued to gag as you played with his tongue, moving your thumb around and teasing him mercilessly. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and you smirked as he let out small moans.

The sight of Chan looking so desperate in your grasp caused you to feel yourself get wet, his eyes widening as he looked up and into yours. He couldn't believe he got caught, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that he was experiencing. His cock throbbed, begging for release. “How badly do you want me?” you removed your hand and leaned in closer for a kiss.

He gasped as your hand left him, his body craving more of you. As your lips met him in a forceful kiss, he couldn't help but moan into the kiss. “So, so bad. Please- I need you.” he cried out.

“Oh fuck.." He groaned as you got down on the floor and started sucking him off. It felt amazing, better than anything he'd ever experienced. His hands ran through your hair, pulling gently as he lost himself in the sensation.

You take him in deeper, nearing his base. "God, that feels- so-" His voice was ragged as he tried to catch his breath between pants. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how good you felt, and the way you were taking him deeper with each passing moment.

"Oh fuck- you're amazing..." He arched his back, pushing more of his length into your mouth as he lost control entirely. His hips began to thrust slowly, meeting your sucking motions with force.

You lift your head and hear a pop come from you removing the suction of your mouth from his cock. "No... don't stop… please.." He moaned, his voice muffled slightly by the pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets as he tried to steady himself, his cock still throbbing for release.

“Finish yourself.” You stared up at him.

"I... can't.." He gasped, his body tensing up as he felt the rush of his climax approaching. Heat spread throughout his veins, and he couldn't hold back any longer. You watched as his hips began to thrust into the empty air again.

"Fuck..." With a groan, Chan finally let go, his cum shooting onto his blanket. His body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm, leaving him panting and weak-kneed.

“Good boy.” You praised with a light smile at the sight of him.

“Thank you..." He whispered, his voice hoarse from pleasure.

“What about you return the favor? You should put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Please…" he panted out, switching places with you unsteadily, and kneeling between your legs. His hands gently parted your folds, revealing your slick entrance. He looked up at you with eagerness before lowering his head to taste you.

With his tongue, he began to explore your folds, tasting every inch of you. His hands gently massaged your thighs, spreading your legs further apart to grant him better access. “Oh my god, you taste so-” he exclaimed with each hurried breath.

You moaned as he continued, causing him to take it as encouragement and push his tongue deeper inside you, finding your sensitive spot and teasing it relentlessly. His fingers found their way back to your clit, rolling it gently between his thumb and middle finger while he continued.

Hearing your moans grow louder and more intense, he knew he was doing all the right things. His movements became faster and more determined, his fingers working in perfect sync with his tongue. “You- You don’t know how bad I needed you-” He continued as he used his other hand to jerk at himself again.

As you neared your climax, he increased the pressure on your sensitive spots. Determined to make you cum, His tongue flicked against your G-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body.

Finally, with a loud moan, you climaxed. Your juices flooded his mouth, and he continued to lap at your entrance, savoring the taste of your cum.

As your orgasm subsided, he pulled back gently and stood up before you grabbed his cock and led him back inside.

Biting his lip, he positioned his cock at your entrance and thrust inside you. The feeling of him filling you up sent shivers down your spine as you were still sensitive. “Keep.. keep going..”

“I’ve been thinking about you all week…" he moaned, complying with your request. His hips moved in perfect rhythm with your demands, his cock sliding in and out of your wetness with each thrust.

His thrusts grew harder and faster, pushing deeper into you each time. His hands found their way onto your hips, holding you tightly to move you onto his cock faster. With a moan, he picked up the pace even more, pushing himself deeper into you, his cock stretching you to your limits.

Sweat beaded on your forehead as he continued to pound into you, his breathing ragged in your ear. You could feel the anticipation building once more in the both of you. “Just like that baby…”

“Oh no- Think I'm gonna-" he moaned out with his jaw still hanging. His hips jerked violently against yours as he came inside you, filling you up with his heated cum.

His thrusts grew weak, his orgasm subsiding as he released the last of his cum inside you. He leaned down, kissing you before laying next to you and nuzzling against you gently. “Thank you… so, so much…”

Feeling his cooling cum inside you, you continued to rub yourself with a smirk, the sensation causing you to twitch from the sensitivity as you recovered from the experience. “Whatever pervert.”

#kpop #seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt #svt smut #svt imagines #seventeen lee chan #seventeen dino #seventeen imagines #sub!leechan #sub!dino #sub!chan #dino x reader #dino smut

[moonlight-prose]

✧ QUIERO SENTIRME BIEN✧

a/n: as always jake lockley has be going feral. even if this fic is short, i went off the rails simply because he's husband material. i'm very happy with how it turned out, mainly due to how soft i constantly make this man with each fic. the title is based off the kali uchis song. i hope y'all enjoy!

dedicated to: @stargazingcarol because it's your birthday and nothing says birthday like smut with jake. enjoy babes!

day ten - thigh riding | kinktober 2023

summary: "it had been a long week, barely any time spent with him. which made this night special—your heart aching for the closeness you usually got with him. the tenderness in his touch, in his kisses."

word count: 1k+

pairing: jake lockley x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, fluff, soft!jake, the inherent romance of spending time with your lover, thigh riding, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation, tenderness.

The record player in the corner of the flat played a soft tune you could barely hear over the humming in your ears. The blood rushing through your veins was loud—echoing to its own tune as he held you close. Pressed against his chest, lips sliding down your neck and teeth nipping against your warm skin. Your discarded glass of wine was behind you on the coffee table, dinner long forgotten in favor of this.

“Missed this,” he mumbled against your jaw, hands spreading down to your ass, cupping you and pressing you down against his broad thigh. The same one that was between your legs, practically begging you to grind against it.

“Mmm,” you hummed, kissing against his shoulder, hands tangling in the curls at the back of his head. “Missed you.”

It had been a long week, barely any time spent with him. Which made this night special—your heart aching for the closeness you usually got with him. The tenderness in his touch, in his kisses. You were wrapped around him, pressing him into the couch, but that didn’t stop him from dragging you even closer. Wanting to feel as much of you as the small space would allow.

“You wet for me mi vida?”

The words struck through you, causing a needy wet moan to fall from your lips. You nodded, grasping onto the collar of his button down, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss. He tasted the wine on your tongue, the heady mixture of that bittersweet desire you pressed into him. The same emotion that coursed through him, causing his cock to harden against your knee.

“Been thinkin’ about you all week,” you mumbled, chest heaving with the breaths he seemed to be stealing. “‘M so wet.”

He groaned, hands pressing you down even further, until the soaked fabric of your panties clung to your pussy. Creating a wet spot on his black pants, marking the fabric with your essence. Jake wanted to lick it from you, wanted to discover what the wine tasted like mixed with you. But the sight of you grinding your hips slowly against his thigh shoved that thought to the back of his mind.

A high whine tore from your throat, head tipping back when the rough fabric of his pants dragged perfectly along your clit. He pulled the skirt you were wearing up around your waist, eyes drinking in the sight of you shamelessly humping his thigh. The light blue color of your panties had turned dark, slick pouring into the fabric as you continued. Small whimpers echoing in the room.

“Hermosa,” he rumbled, fingers dragging down to your clit, pressing the fabric down until you cried out.

“J-Jake!”

He grinned, guiding your stuttering hips across his thigh, relishing in how his pants go wet with you, clinging to his thigh. Flexing the muscle, he watched when your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. There was something about seeing you take your pleasure that made his mouth go dry. His cock throbbing in his pants, leaking precum.

You were a goddess perched in his lap. A muse come to life and somewhere in the world an artist was cursing Jake Lockley’s name because…he had you.

Dragging the top of your dress down, your breasts spilled free and Jake moaned at the sight. Your skin glowing with the slight sheen of sweat as you sped up your jerky movements. He pressed his thumb down harder when he leaned forward, lips attaching to your peaked nipple. It was nearly too much for him to keep a hold of. You moaning his name wantonly, hand tugging on his hair, knee grinding perfectly against his cock.

Yet then you shifted the angle of your hips, his finger sliding even further until he was pressing against your opening, the thin fabric the only thing barring him from sinking into you. A guttural cry caught in your throat, body pitching forward as your release splintered across your body. A white hot rush of intense bliss washed over you, his name a broken cry on your lips.

“Soak my thigh hermosa,” he grunted, hips pitching forward into your knee. “Wanna feel it on my skin.”

“Ah!” Your head fell back, teeth digging into your bottom lip when he shoved your panties to the side, letting your pussy spread along his thigh.

“C’mon.” He dragged you forward, the overstimulation nearly too much. “Soak me.”

Something pulled painfully at your abdomen, a feeling you’d only ever experienced once before, but there was no denying what this was. What Jake was about to make you do. He bit down on the side of your breast, sliding a hand behind you until a finger slipped into your sensitive pussy. The angle was so different. Sharp and slightly painful as he pressed right up against the spongy part on your walls.

“Wanna lick it from you,” he murmured, pumping his finger as he dragged you against his thigh even faster. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

And you felt it break. Felt your entire body fall to pieces there on his lap. Something wet gushed from you, drenching his pants and dripping into the couch as you screamed. Sunk your teeth into his neck and ripped at his hair as your body jerked in his hold, tears streaming down your face.

He buried his face into your neck, teeth setting into your shoulder as he felt his balls draw up—the familiar heat now crashing through him. His cock spurting into his pants, soaking the remaining fabric that wasn’t covered in your cum. It snapped something in his brain. Broke him from the inside out. Yet he savored it. Drank it down like a delicious glass of wine—keeping the sensation on his tongue.

“Did so good for me mi amor,” he mumbled into your hair, hands running up and down your back.

“M—fuck—” Your mind was hazy, body limp with pleasure, but Jake didn’t mind.

He simply gathered you in his arms, looping your legs around his waist as he stood from the couch. Heading straight for the bathroom in the back of the flat. Soft words of praise were pressed to your hair. Kisses dragged along your throat, and it made you smile. Had your heart fluttering as he took care of you; kept you safe in his arms, because at the end of the day…this was all you wanted.

Time spent with the man you loved.

#jake lockley x f!reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley #jake lockley smut #moon knight smut #my writing #kinktober 2023

[softlyspector]

13 with Marc 🥰

"you've worn orange every day of the week." + Marc Spector

Marc notices the change in your wardrobe on the first day, but he doesn't comment on it until the fourth.

On the first day, you wrap a bright bronze colored scarf around your throat before you leave for work. It’s a scarf he’s never seen and is out of the wheelhouse of your usual palette of cool toned greens and blues and grays.

He watches you get dressed on the second day, to see if it will happen again. You are twirling around the flat as you get ready, singing as you dress, as you make breakfast. Marc lies in bed and watches you, trying not to smile.

When you shuck on the squash colored chunky knit sweater, he lifts a brow but says nothing.

He can't really recall you ever wearing anything orange, and now you've worn it twice in a row.

But he doesn't comment on it, you look too cute as you turn to the side in the mirror, wriggling your jeans up your legs. He doesn't comment on it because the color looks nice on you, and because you smile when you kiss him goodbye, your hands on either side of his face as you lean over him in bed, squishing his cheeks between your palms before you leave in a rush of cinnamon and bergamot.

On the third day, he still doesn't mention it. Three is the start of a pattern, but it could still be a coincidence.

You're swinging around the flat again, a whirlwind of positive energy and open arms lately. Your mood has been bright and Marc will not question your happiness, just delighted he gets to witness it. You bump into him, the swing of your rust colored dress tangling around his legs when he catches you, tilting you back to kiss you, a steadying hand on your thigh before he rights you.

There's a buoyancy to you, a light happiness, that Marc is starting to suspect has something to do with your new choice in clothing. It’s an infectious energy, he doesn’t mind it at all. Marc dips his head to kiss the side of your nose. "You look nice,” he murmurs into your skin.

"Bloody gorgeous, you mean," Steven chimes in.

"Gorgeous," Marc repeats.

You smile wider, press your thumb to the center of his chin. "Thank you, Steven."

Marc rolls his eyes, "I said the same thing with less syllables."

"Gorgeous carries a certain gravitas though, Spector,” you says, false in your loftiness. “Like I'm regal or something."

"Okay," Marc says, sliding his hands down your back, digging his thumbs into your hips. "You look divinely perfect. Wonderful in every way."

You pout, "Now you're just making fun of me."

Steven snorts and Marc groans and you laugh and he would do anything to keep hearing you laugh, to keep watching you toss your head back, the long line of your throat mesmerizing.

You smell like apple cider, like the crisp fall of leaves. It’s only slightly intoxicating. “I’ll say thank you anyways, ‘cause I know you mean it,” you quip.

“I do,” he says, earnest about it.

“I love you too,” you answer, pinching his arm and scrunching your nose and then you’re moving away again, picking up your bag and flitting out the door.

On the fourth day, it’s a Saturday.

And still, you’re in orange.

You’re standing at the kitchen counter in a flannel he’s never seen you in before. Gold mixes with maple mixes with pumpkin, a mesh of fall colors that look all the brighter in the sunshine filtering in the window.

A yawn passes your lips, your foot pressed to the inside of your thigh as you balance on one leg.

You look a bit tired, the evidence of the late night you had with Jake scattered around the room, low ball glasses and a pack of playing cards and the lingering smell of cigarettes or a cigar that’s going to royally piss Steven off when he gets a whiff.

“You’ve worn orange every day of the week,” he says, leaning on the counter next to you.

“Good morning to you too,” you say, voice a bit gruff.

“Why?”

You tilt your head at him, lift your the mug in your hands which is shaped like a pumpkin, and then point outside where the trees are a riot of color. “It’s fall.”

It’s so goddamned simple.

It’s fall.

The change of a turning season again.

He hadn’t really noticed, but he’d noticed you. The changing leaves hadn’t registered to him, but your choice in clothing color had.

“Looks good on you,” he says, glancing back into your eyes, away from the trees outside. “Orange. It’s a good color on you.”

You hum and lean into him, tilting your chin into his shoulder. “Makes me happy. It’s my favorite time of year.”

Marc decides, as he sips at your cinnamon infused coffee, and admires the shades of autumn against your skin, that it’s his favorite time of the year too.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector drabble #moon knight #moon knight drabble

[neobubz]

PREVIEW - full story coming soon! ★ The Tutor (SFW version XP) ★

this is the first 7k of an over 23k story. i'm finishing this up but wanted to give everyone interested a preview. this is the sfw (safe for work) version of the story. nothing too scandalous going on... yet : ) so i hope you enjoy this and come back for the full release <3333

Word Count: approx. 7.1k

Pairing(s): fem reader x johnny (dad and high school math teacher) feat. jaehyun (as her math teacher)

Warnings: explicit language

Note: in this story Johnny and Jaehyun are the same age ^^

It wasn’t as if you didn’t try. You did everything humanly possible to turn your grades around. Studying to all hours of the night; going to the tutors on campus for help — all of which ran for the hills when they saw you coming. Even asking your bestie, Doyoung, for help, knowing full well what a pickle you were in he ‘volunteered as tribute.’ However, when he saw how truly helpless you were he forfeited and told you to change career paths.

Currently in your second year at Neo University, you were acing every class except one. One single class in which you were warned about. No one passed with flying colors, even Doyoung struggled. Doyoung, the Valedictorian when the two of you were in High School — acing his classes with flying colors in Elementary and Middle school, but when it came to this class — barely passing with a D+. This class was a different beast all together. Some girls in your dormitory actually cried when their final grades came in. Only sending shivers down your spine for the following semester where you too would find yourself in tears time and time again. 

Sadly, all of your feeble attempts only resounded in a giant letter in blood red ink, F. Again! This has been your fifth F of the semester. Thankfully completing all of the homework assignments, even the extra problems was keeping your head above water. But still, an F was not what you wanted to see. Not only that, your teacher decided to emphasize the triumph with a thick red circle. And to top it off he scribbled underneath, ‘stay after class,’ written in beautiful cursive. This was it. The talk. You were dreading this moment. Every year, every teacher from primary school to secondary has given you the talk. 

‘What is wrong?’ ‘What aren’t you understanding?’ ‘If you were struggling this much you should have asked for help!’ ‘Have you tried a private tutor?’ Groaning you let your head fall flat onto your desk. Mr. Jeong wasn’t going to be any different. He was going to say the same things you’ve heard all your life. 

At this point you were sure that Math was just a big douche who loved to shit on you time and time again – your personal kryptonite in the world. All of the functions, equations, a million fucking ways to do one single problem because some sick twisted asshole came around and said ‘hey, I’ve discovered a new method,’ only adding to everyone’s frustrations! Yeah, Math hated you and you hated it. Case closed.

When the bell rang and everyone scattered out of the classroom all too eager to leave, you stayed back, as instructed. Raising his arm and slicking back his dark brown hair — a habit Mr. Jeong had that made all the girls swoon, yourself included, he made his approach. Eyes dead set on you. Lips in a hard line, he pulled out the chair in front of you sitting down. 

“I’m guessing you know why I’ve asked you to stay back,” he starts a long tired sigh leaving him.

“I swear I’m trying!” You rush to get everything out before he even has a chance to ask you the same questions every other teacher has asked you. “I went down to the tutoring classroom. They all have decided I’m a lost cause. I even asked my friend who took your class last semester! He only looked at me like I’m stupid. I’m not stupid by the way,” you hiss surprising Mr. Jeong. A tiny smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. “I’ve struggled with Math my whole life. No matter how hard I try to study I just can’t seem to grasp any of the concepts. At this point I’m pretty sure it’s my arch nemesis!”

“Why didn’t you seek my help from the very beginning?” He asks calmly.

“I don’t want to look like an idiot right off the bat! I hate being peoples’ ‘little project.’” You roll your eyes at the label you’ve been placed with since childhood.

Turning his head away Mr. Jeong covers his growing smile with the back of his hand disguising it as a cough. “Well, I for one don’t think you’re stupid.” 

“Eh?!”

“I just think you need some guidance. May I see your test?” Nodding you grab the paper from your folder sliding it to him. “Right here, you used the right equation, but made the tiniest error here,” he points with a blue pen circling the area of your mistake. Thank heavens it wasn’t a red pen. By the end of your college days red is going to be a color you would never want to see again.

Looking up at Mr. Jeong stunned you shake your head in disbelief. “S-So I just goofed?”

“Well, yes and no. Do you go over your work and double…triple check your answers?”

“I never know if I’m right or wrong and I get freaked out and second guess myself. So I just think it is what it is and hand in my paper. I promise I’ll triple, no! Quadruple check my work next time!”

“Checking your work is only half the problem. You still aren’t understanding all the equations.” He points to the problems on the second page. “These equations are all wrong. You mixed the second page equation setup with the third page. So, ultimately, they’re wrong.”

Groaning you slam your head on your desk. Mr. Jeong moving his hands away just in time before you made another blunder and crushed his fingers. “Maybe I am stupid. I’m sorry, Mr. Jeong.” 

“You’re not stupid. Please don’t call yourself that and please don’t slam your head down that hard. You’ll hurt yourself. Now, sadly, I myself am booked up solid with tutoring some of my other students. But, I do have a friend who I know can help you.”

“Really?!” You practically spring up from your seat.

“Y-Yes,” he moves away from you. “His name is Johnny Suh. He teaches Mathematics at a high school not far from here. If you don’t mind I can give him a call and see if he’s available to help you.”

“Yes! Please, Mr. Jeong! My mom is going to kill me if my grades don’t start taking a turn for the better.”

And with that you stand outside of Mr. Suh’s house, or mansion? Your head tilts to the side wondering how in the hell a high school teacher is able to live in a home that can be used in itself as a small school for kids. Checking down at the address Mr. Jeong gave you, you check to make sure you’re in the right spot. 7716 Zennie Drive. 

Shrugging you ring the doorbell and place a gentle knock on the door. After your talk with Mr. Jeong, the next day you had his class he pulled you to the side when you walked in. Having said he talked to Mr. Suh, and he was more than willing to help. 

Apparently the two went way back to their early high school days as best friends. You were told you’d be well taken care of but the only time Mr. Suh’s schedule was free was Wednesday, Friday and Saturday from 4PM to 7PM. Thankfully, you scheduled all your classes in the morning hours — your last class ending around 12PM each time, giving you ample time to eat and rest up before going to hopefully your saving grace. 

But the door remains closed. No movement. No sounds coming from inside. Checking your phone you make sure that today was in fact, Wednesday. Yep. And it is 4:14PM. Having trouble locating the home at first put you behind schedule. Yet, you’re still standing outside the massive door. 

“Mr. Suh!” You knock on the door calling his name this time. 

Stepping back you wait. Shuffling back and forth you try to focus on any signs of life coming from behind the door when a blood curdling scream comes from the other side of the house.

Jumping at the sound your hand goes to your heart. “What the —” Looking around hoping you weren’t the only one who heard the scream you find yourself alone. Great…

Reaching into your pocket you grab your keys which hold not only a rape whistle – provided so kindly of the females on campus, but a fresh new canister of pepper spray. Gripping the spray tightly in your hand you slowly make your way around the side of the house. 

“M-Mr. Suh…” you whisper. No answer. Sticking yourself to the wall of the home you make your way around the first corner only to see something you didn’t expect.

“No!” Another high-pitched scream pierces your ears.

“I’m going to get you!” An older gentleman chases after a small girl in a tutu around a massive backyard.

“No! The evil troll king!” The little girl wails. 

“Get back here with my gold!”

Blinking a few times you hope your mind is making up the scene in front of you. This is Mr. Suh?! The man in front of you appears to be around the same age as Mr. Jeong, but he is much more…he lets out such a light hearted laugh that you step away from the scene before you… handsome. 

“Fuck…” you whisper to yourself.

Mr. Jeong was already the hottest teacher on campus. Granted, not exactly your type. He held some kind of mystery behind his eyes that unsettled you the numerous times you’ve made eye contact with him. Perhaps it was a look of pity he had knowing you were bombing his class, but there was something darker and mysterious. Something in his gaze that made your stomach twist and turn. 

Many girls would gawk and stare when he’d walk across campus after his classes ended before his break. Admittedly so have you. Every time he walked it seemed as if there was a red carpet or some type of runway he was strutting down. The man was a living breathing luxury brand model! Definitely up there with the Versace or Prada models. 

Mr. Suh, gulping the saliva that was threatening to pour from your parted lips — he was a different type of handsome, and absolutely your type. Short jet black hair sticks to his forehead the longer he plays with the little girl. A loose fitted white button down shirt, with three buttons undone revealing a glimpse of his chest. Despite the loose shirt, he definitely has a broad chest and just the thought of what he looks like shirtless has your heart beating faster. You were entering dangerous waters with your gawking but you continued. Loose fitted trousers that didn’t give way to the shape of his legs but with the overall size of Mr. Suh, his physique overall just screams toned.

“U-Uh,” you try to find your voice holding up your hand. “E-Excuse me,” you manage to squeak out.

Freezing, the little girl and who you assume is Mr. Suh turn in your direction. 

“Daddy!” The little girl clings to him, her gaze peeking out from behind his long legs.

Daddy? You stare wide-eyed. He’s a father, already?!

“I’m sorry,” you start to back away. “I don’t mean to intrude. I heard a scream and —”

“It’s fine,” a chuckle comes from the man. “You’re the student Jaehyun sent over, right?”

“Jaehyun?” Your head tilts. “M-Mr. Jeong?” 

Nodding, Mr. Suh walks forward, his daughter clinging to him for dear life. “Sorry, yes. Mr. Jeong,” Johnny towers over you. “I’m Johnny Suh, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reaches out his hand.

Saying your name quickly, you enclose your hand around his only to gasp at the size difference. “N-Nice to meet you too…” you say in awe.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long. I lost track of time. This is my daughter, Lily.” He gestures to the girl glaring at you from behind him.

Bending down to her level you try to give her your sweetest smile. “Hi, Lily. It’s nice to meet you.”

“No!” She shouts running away from you and into the house.

“U-Uhhh…” a sliver of sweat rolls down the side of your face. 

“Lily!” Mr. Suh shouts. “I’m sorry, for her behavior. I think she’s a little shy.” He brushes his hair out of his face. “Please, come inside. So, Jaehyun told me you’re having trouble in his class,” he starts off the conversation.

“Y-Yes,” you follow behind him. “No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to understand a single thing he’s teaching. I’ve tried asking for help on campus but no one seems to want to deal with me. It’s sad to say that you too may fall prey to my idiocy and drop me as well.”

Chuckling Mr. Suh slides open the glass door leading straight into the kitchen. “I’m sure we can figure out what the problem is.”

“I hope so. My mom’s going to kill me if my grades don’t improve soon.”

Taking off your shoes at the door you’re led to a small table in front of a window. “Please, have a seat and I’ll be right back. Would you like anything to drink while you wait?”

“A glass of water would be lovely.”

Heading over to his cupboard he grabs down a glass, goes to the fridge and pours you some water. Thinking he would do what your father always does when you ask for a glass of water and get it from the tap — this was definitely an act of kindness. 

“I’m just going to go check on Lily, and then I’ll be right back.”

“I can leave and come back some other time if this is an inconvenience for you. I don’t want to take your time away from your daughter.”

“Nonsense. She’s just a little crabby today,” he rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Why don’t you get your book out and start on your assignment and I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, sir,” you scramble to take out your book and binder.

When Mr. Suh was out of earshot you exhale a long deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. This is terrible. Absolutely terrible! Taking out your phone you shoot a round of texts to your best friend Jennifer.

I’m in deep shit!  My tutor is soooo hot! Like fucking hot!  And he’s sooo tall! What do I do Jen?!!!!

Hiding your phone under your leg you wait for her reply. Having seen the time she should be getting out of soccer practice soon and heading for the lockers. Twiddling your pencil in your hand you try to focus on the problem staring back at you.

This was going to be grueling. How is it that for the last year and a half you haven’t stepped foot in front of a man you thought was handsome — but when you need help because you’re a dumbass, the Universe places a walking Greek God before you? 

Then again, you scoff. “He’s married, you idiot. And he’s a dad! Focus!!”

Finding a smidge of peace from your rampant thoughts you get to work. The homework seemed easy when Mr. Jeong was explaining it. All you had to do was follow the equation that you just learned. Simple enough.

Or so you thought... An eon went by and you were still staring at the first problem. Pencil snagged between your teeth, bite marks up and down the piece of wood. A personal habit you picked up specifically from Mr. Jeong’s class.

“You use this, to solve this.” You start talking to yourself quietly. “Then why is it so damn hard to solve this problem?!” 

“Stuck already?” A voice whispers next to your ear.

Jumping back, your phone crashing to the floor you stare wide-eyed at Mr. Suh. With a small cat-like grin he takes a seat next to you, picking up your phone in the process.

“Didn’t mean to startle you. You were just hyper focused and I couldn’t resist.”

“Uh, y-yeah,” you reach for your phone only for it to slip out of your hands. “Shit,” you curse.

“About the language,” Mr. Suh clears his throat.

“Oh no!” You pop your head up from under the table. “Yes. No. I’m sorry. I know you have a child. I’m just nervous I guess. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again.”

Nodding he leans back in his chair. “Why are you nervous? Is Jaehyun stressing you out with all the work?”

“No!” You shout. “I mean,” you try to speak calmly. “I’m just nervous that you’ll find out I’m unteachable.”

“No one is unteachable. I’m sure Jaehyun will tell you the same thing. He’s given me a heads up on what you’re having trouble with, but if you don’t mind me asking, may I see your tests?”

Horror befalls you. He can’t be serious. He doesn’t actually want to see that travesty. Surely Mr. Jeong told him how much of a dumbass you are. He has to know that you’re in desperate need of help.

“My-My tests?” 

“Yes. I want to see exactly where you’re struggling. This tutoring is going to be in regards to your Final. For the next two and a half months I’m going to try my best to bring your grade up so you can pass and put this class and Jaehyun behind you. In order to do that, I need to see everything that you’re struggling with.”

Begrudgingly you sigh opening up your binder. “Fine…” Fishing out all of your tests and quizzes, every proof of your failure – you hand them to Mr. Suh one by one. “I’ll understand if you want to quit while you’re ahead.”

“Oh stop it can’t be —” he pauses mid-sentence his mouth falling open. “Oh, wow…” he mumbles.

“Yep. Told you. I’m stupid. Still want to take on this walking nightmare?”

“I mean he told me you were really struggling but I didn’t think this badly.” He glances up at you for a second to see the pout on your lips and in your eyes. “I’m not going to run away. I’m just shocked he waited until you were this deep in the hole to do something.” 

“Maybe he thought I would magically get better.”

“He said his schedule is booked solid with tutoring other students?” 

“Yep.”

“He’s so blind,” Mr. Suh shakes his head. “Okay, how about today I help you with your homework for Monday, and by tomorrow I’ll have a study plan and a guide all made up for you!” 

“Eh?! You still want to help me? Are you sure? I won’t be upset if you say no. Even my best friend abandoned me.”

Laughing he waves a dismissive hand. “Believe it or not, Jaehyun wasn’t the Math genius he is today. Even when he was back in college he struggled a little. Everyone needs help every now and then.”

“Thank you, Mr. Suh! I won’t let you down!”

Just like he promised, he helped you with your homework. Shockingly only looking at you incredulously a few times when he needed to dumb everything down for you to the point his daughter would be able to understand. Feeling a little better after your first tutoring session, you head back to your dorm with your head held high. Maybe this is going to be your second wind. A power up to keep you in the game!

You were sure of one thing. You would not let Mr. Suh down. 

When you got to your dorm room your best friend, Jennifer taps her foot impatiently outside your door, her fingers being gnawed by her teeth. “Where the hell have you been? I was worried about you. I tried calling and texting back.”

“Eh?” You grab your phone. “My phone was on the whole —” you press the home button but it doesn’t turn on. “This can’t be. I charged it before I left. I had a full battery.”

Pressing the small button on the side you find your phone had been turned off completely. A cold shiver rakes over you. Did Mr. Suh turn off your phone when he picked it up? Your Lock Screen appearing, a text from your friend the only thing displayed.

A hot tutor?! How hot is he? A scale of 0-10? Take a picture I want to see!

Gulping you show her your phone. “I-I think Mr. Suh turned off my phone. Jen! What do I do? What if he saw your message?! How can I show my face around him again? He probably thinks I’m disgusting! He’s a married man with a child! What do I do?!” You stomp around like a kid as you open your door.

“Don’t freak. Maybe he just turned it off. He could have a no phone policy.”

“You think?”

Nodding she ushers you to your bed where she plops down beside you. “So, tell me everything! Seriously! How hot is he?”

x - - - - - - - - - - - x

Giving his daughter one last kiss, Johnny wishes her a goodnight and sweet dreams. Today was a day like no other. Little did he know when he would take on the job of being your tutor would he find out you needed a savior. Sighing he reaches into his pocket for his phone. 

Jaehyun had a lot of explaining to do. Why didn’t he tell him you were so far behind in your studies? When he said one of his students needs help and he’s booked solid he assumed it was just a normal case of an over achieving student. Seeing your grades brought on a whole other problem. You would need to get at least a B+ on your final to even have a passing grade. Why would he let you get so far behind, and how does Jaehyun expect you to get your grades up in such a short period of time?

It didn’t make sense. Jaehyun has always been active in the Math Lab, as well as private tutoring jobs on the weekends. During his breaks he helps any student who can’t meet up with him after his usual working hours. Something had to be up. There is no way he would let you slip through the cracks like this.

Holding the phone to his ear, Johnny steps away from his daughters’ room.

“Hey!” Jaehyun says on the other end. “How did it go?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Johnny hisses quietly. “Why did you let her get to this point? When I saw her grades I thought I was seeing things! Seriously, Jaehyun…what the hell is going on?”

“I didn’t intend for this to happen.” Jaehyun snaps defensively. “I’ve been booked solid since the semester started. She was doing poor in the beginning but so were a lot of other students. This course is one of the hardest courses to teach and learn. I figured if she was really having trouble she would ask me for help or go to the Math Lab.”

“She’s in deep trouble, you know that, right?”

“Of course I know that! Which is why I sent her to you... Plus,” Jaehyun pauses alarming Johnny. “I wouldn’t have been a good tutor for her anyway.”

“Why not? You’re her teacher! You know all the answers. Everything! How would you not be a good tutor?” Johnny heads for his study.

Mumbling into the phone Jaehyun confesses. “A conflict of interest.”

Stopping dead in his tracks Johnny stares out into the empty hallway. Jaehyun had to be kidding. He couldn’t have possibly — “For fuck’s sake, man…”

“I know. I didn’t intend for this to happen. I don’t even know when it happened. But it did. That’s why I sent her to you. You are the only person who can help her. I talked to those in the Math Lab and they can barely help the students who understand the basic concepts of what I’m teaching. She was never going to get help from them. I would help her but I can’t.” 

“No shit!” Johnny rubs his forehead feeling a migraine slowly creeping up. “I’ll handle things here. She seems to need a lot of one-on-one guidance. What you’re teaching her isn’t hard but at the same time it is. Exactly what major is she in?”

“Well, this class is for those who are education majors. Primarily those who want to teach either Elementary or Middle School. Sorry for all this. I really wish I could help.”

“Yeah, I know. I may need to push some things around,” Johnny opens the door to his study. Off to the side a liquor cabinet rests with his favorite brands of wine, brandy and vodka. Putting his phone on speaker he pours himself a glass of vodka. The tension leaving his body. “If I’m to help her get a B, she’ll need help every day.” He chugs down the hard liquor wincing as it burns the back of his throat.

“What about Lily?”

Laughing, Johnny plops down into his chair. Your face when Lily ran away from you resurfacing. “Lily got scared of her and ran away. She asked me who she was and then asked if she would be around a lot more,” he smiles gently. “She had such a sour face it was hilarious.”

“So, Lily’s staying strong?” Jaehyun asks gently. 

Swirling the small amount of liquid left in his glass Johnny exhales. “As good as can be expected. She still doesn’t understand what’s going on. Hell, neither do I.”

“Have you heard from —”

Johnny quickly stops him. “No! And I don’t want to talk about her,” he glares at the snug silver ring wrapped around his finger. A daily reminder of the love of his life’s betrayal. “I’m done with her.” He touches the ring, fiddling with it. “I’ve given up. It’s been two years. I need to focus on Lily.” He slides the ring up his finger but pushes it back down. 

“I really am sorry man. I thought she was the one.”

“Me too…”

x - - - - - - - - - - - x

Looking at the problems you do exactly what Mr. Suh told you to do. Breathe. Take your time. Go through each step slowly. There is no need to rush when it comes to homework. It’s all about understanding the basic fundamentals and building confidence. Solve the problem and get an answer. Check so that you don’t miss anything and especially check to see if you made a mistake and got the answer wrong. Everything seemed to be going great. For once your confidence seemed like it was soaring. Then again…

“Only three right?!” You slam your pencil down onto your small desk in your room. This was useless. For the past two hours you worked hard to try to figure out the problems. Doing exactly as instructed only to end up with three out of seven answers right!

The worst part is that you don’t understand where you got the problems wrong. Which part did you hiccup on and why didn’t you see it and how you can avoid it for next time. You did everything right. Triple checked to see if you missed a step or did something wrong and yet, the same thing happens. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

Closing your book for the night you trudge to your bed plopping down. Tomorrow you’ll ask Mr. Suh where you made a mistake and hopefully he can help you.

Mr. Suh, you try to hold back the smile creeping on your face. After having talked with Jennifer you were for sure going to love and dread spending time with him. Love, getting help and finally seeing your grades turn around for the better — at least that’s what you’re hoping, but also for the eye candy factor. His whole presence just made you feel weak in the knees. The dreadful part, actually having to learn all this bullshit your University was calling Math and the fact that Mr. Suh is a married man with a cute adorable little girl. 

“His wife,” you whisper. “Why wasn’t she home too?”

Shrugging, you tear your thoughts away from her unknown whereabouts. Whoever she is she’s most likely beautiful. To find a man as handsome as Mr. Suh, and have a cute daughter like Lily, she’s bound to be a gorgeous woman. Someone who works to help others just like Mr. Suh a power couple and their precious angel.

Rolling over onto your back aggressively, you kick your legs like a child. If only you could find your one true love too. To have what Mr. Suh has. Actually, first, you need to get through Mr. Jeong’s class, and then find yourself a job, and then you can worry about finding a man. Just as your eyes start to close your phone dings startling you. An unknown number and a message sits on your Lock Screen, making you spring up.

Next time the cellphone gets turned off when the lesson begins. No distractions while you’re under my tutelage. You can swing by tomorrow around 1PM. We’ll have more time to work. Sleep well. You’ll need it. J.Suh

And boy was he serious when he said you would need sleep. Actually, for the past three weeks he’s been working you like a dog. Having put together an entire binder of what to expect on the Final and of what you didn’t understand from all of your quizzes, tests, and the Midterm. A Bible of information completely personalized to suit your needs. Every day you went over to Mr. Suh’s house to get help. When you showed up on Saturday after your first study session, he stated he thinks you should come by every day. Monday through Friday your lessons were from 3PM- 7PM. On Saturday’s, secretly the worst day out of the week, you spent six grueling hours being tutored. 

Honestly, how a man who teaches all day can have the energy to help your dumbass self is beyond you. But, there was a silver lining. At the end of each day, Mr. Suh would create a tiny three question pop quiz talking about the main concepts he helped you with. And after the first week, a complete bombshell, you actually started to grow in confidence. The problems were making sense and with this last pop quiz, you got all the answers right! 

His method of madness was actually working. He taught you something! After that small victory you were positive you could end up learning what Mr. Jeong was teaching and you would find a way to turn your grades around. On the topic of grades, that is one thing Mr. Suh never talked to you about. On three separate occasions you asked him what grade you needed to get on your Final in order to pass. He would brush the question off by saying,

‘The final is a long ways from now. Let’s focus on your upcoming test.’ 

However, today is the day you’re getting back your first test since you started getting tutored. When you were taking it, you heart started to beat quickly. The numbers and questions becoming blurred and spiraling out of control but thinking about everything you’ve learned you took a deep breath and focused. The whole class was empty by the time you finished. Mr. Jeong waiting patiently as you took up until the bell to complete it. 

Now, you will see whether or not your efforts were in vain — that is as soon as Mr. Jeong shuts up and hands you back your damn test! 

“Okay, you can start packing up,” Mr. Jeong places the whiteboard marker down onto his desk. “I’ll be handing back your tests from last week. Please if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to ask me.”

Your leg starts to shake. Your pencil rammed into your mouth. This was it. He makes his way across the first row. One by one you see your classmate’s expressions. Some surprised, some angry, some…well; you know that look all too well. Defeated. As you stare at each of your classmates your nerves start to take over you. Your whole body tingling with anticipation. Mr. Suh would be in the middle of teaching his second class by now and told you to send him a message about how you did around lunchtime. 

Mr. Jeong stops in front of you, his eyes unreadable, lips in a hard line. He grabs the corner of your paper flipping it over onto the back before moving onto the next student. Saying a quick prayer you turn the paper over. 

Your whole body becomes numb. A cold sweat spreading over your skin like wildfire. This can’t be happening. Flipping through the pages of your test you go over everything with a fine tooth comb. But it was happening. In very bold and almost threatening letters, ‘stay after,’ was bleeding through the first page onto the second. 

The bell rings and everyone leaves except for you. Again. Not even bothering to pack up your belongings until after Mr. Jeong had a word with you, you wait until the last student leaves his classroom. He wishes them well and closes the door. Gulping you sit up straight. 

“I think we should talk about your test,” Mr. Jeong starts.

“Y-Yes, sir…”

He saunters up to you, once again seeming like the ground is his runway — pulls out the chair in front of you and sits down. Combing his fingers through his hair he shows you something you never expected to see. A huge smile with his dimples on display. 

“Congrats!” He leans back into the chair. “You did a wonderful job!”

“Wonderful?!” You scoff. “I got a C- practically a D! How is that wonderful?!” You point to the paper. “After all this work I thought I would for sure get an A this time.”

Laughing, Mr. Jeong turns his face to hide his beautiful smile. Wow. Something else you would have never expected to see from him. 

“Trust me. You did a wonderful job. You can’t expect in such a short time to see massive results. You should feel proud of yourself.” He rests his hands on your desk. “Seriously, this is making me feel that you won’t have to take this course again next semester.”

“That would be a gift from God himself,” you mumble only to realize what you said. “Ah! S-Sorry Mr. Jeong, it’s just —”

“I understand. When I had to learn how to teach this course I wanted to run away myself. It’s not easy and I know it’s hard to learn. I’m just glad you’re doing better.”

“Well, it’s thanks to you and Mr. Suh. I owe everything to the two of you.”

“Speaking of Mr. Suh, how is everything?”

“Great!” You beam. “Mr. Suh went through all of my old tests and quizzes and pointed out where I made mistakes. How to solve the problems and how to find my errors,” you bring out the binder he created for you. “He’s gone above and beyond anything I’ve ever experienced and I’m so grateful for that.”

Mr. Jeong takes a look at the binder his eyes widening. You were right. This was going above and beyond the call of duty. Scanning over the little quizzes he’s even given you, Mr. Jeong’s happy demeanor starts to fade. He was happy you were doing better, but at the same time he knows full well he would have never thought of doing this for you or any of his students. 

“Impressive,” he clears his throat. “I’ll have to treat Johnny to a beer or two for his help.” He hands you back the binder. “So, everything is okay? He’s treating you nicely?”

“Oh, yes! He’s very nice!”

Nodding Mr. Jeong leans forward. “I’m happy for you. I do want to apologize for not trying to do something to help you sooner.”

“No. It’s totally fine. It was my fault. I should have asked for help, or asked questions in class something so that my grades didn’t fall to this point. Oh! Mr. Jeong, I’ve been wondering, exactly what grade do I need to get on my Final in order to pass your class? Mr. Suh keeps avoiding the question which is making me a little nervous.”

“Oh, uh,” Mr. Jeong turns from you his eyes trembling. “I think if Mr. Suh wants you to focus on your studies that’s what you need to worry about. The Final is still some time away.”

Pouting you glare at him. “It’s going to be impossible for me to pass this class isn’t it?”

“No, it’s just going to take a lot of work,” he rubs the back of his neck. “If you want, we can get a better look at your grades and what you need to do in order to pass this class.”

“Yes, please!”

“Well, I’m free for this break period unless you have a class.”

“Nope. My next class doesn’t start until 11.” 

“Great, follow me.”

Quickly you pack your backpack and follow Mr. Jeong through the hallway where people were coming and going to their classes. As you make your way through the halls you notice that people are staring your way with strange gazes. They weren’t shocked, or angry, more like perplexed with a dash of spite. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. 

Jeong Jaehyun, Mr. Jeong, the campus hottie. The Professor every girl and woman wishes to have but only those in the Education department ever get. Walking beside him you glance up to see his side profile. He is extremely handsome. Eyes laser focused on the path he’s walking. Shoulders straight and broad, his body has a natural sway that shows nothing but confidence. Upon further inspection he dresses nicely as well. 

On most occasions he wears a button down white shirt, black slacks, with black shoes – a simple style but on him, luxurious. The only person you think that can compete with such a simple style is Mr. Suh. Laughing to yourself you see how they became friends. They have a similar aura about them but Mr. Suh is a lot easier to be around. Then again, it’s probably because he’s not your Professor and you’re not terrified of failing his class.

“Exactly how long are you going to stare at me?” Mr. Jeong asks you a playful tone in his voice. 

“E-Eh?! Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” 

Keeping your eyes down at your feet you walk a few steps behind him ashamed of your ogling. It wasn’t like you to stare at someone so shamelessly. Then to be caught red handed, the embarrassment sweeping over you is all consuming. 

“I don’t mind the staring,” Mr. Jeong continues. “I get stared at all the time.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I really didn’t mean to stare.”

“Please, class is over. You can call me Jaehyun.”

Stopping dead in your tracks you stare at your Professor. There is no way in hell you can call him, Jaehyun. You are his student and he the teacher. It would be improper. 

“I don’t think I can,” you chuckle nervously.

“When you’re with Johnny, what do you call him?”

“Mr. Suh.”

“All the time?”

Nodding you smile. “He is my tutor after all. He’s there to help me. Not to be my friend. Plus, he’s already taking a good chunk of his time to help me instead of spending it with his wife and daughter.”

“His wife?” Mr. Jeong walks up to you. “What do you mean his wife?” He grabs you by your shoulders.

Looking down at his hands you see them tighten onto you. “U-Uh, well I haven’t seen her at all, but he has a wedding band.”

Sighing in relief Mr. Jeong releases you. “Oh, okay. Sorry about that.” He scratches the back of his neck. “Has Johnny talked to you about his wife?”

“No, Mrs. Suh’s never come up in conversation. Actually, nothing personal has come up at all. It’s strictly school work and studying.”

Nodding Mr. Jeong starts walking again, heading down the stairs. The light atmosphere surrounding the two of you long gone the moment you mentioned Mr. Suh’s wife. Was she a sensitive topic? For the last three weeks you’ve wondered why each night you never saw her. Why she wasn’t in the kitchen getting dinner ready for Mr. Suh and Lily. By the time your tutoring sessions ended it was 7PM, she would have at least started cooking by then. 

A thought strikes across your mind. What if she’s sick? What if she can’t get out of bed and that’s the reason you’ve never seen her. Slowly your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. Mr. Suh’s wife lying in bed ill. Not able to play with her precious daughter, or spend time with her husband in their beautiful home — at least what you’ve seen of it. Smiling brightly you plan out something just for her. A gift that will hopefully brighten her day. 

Holding open the door to the side of the building, Mr. Jeong allows you to walk outside first. “Mr. Jeong,” you keep up with his pace. “What type of woman is Mr. Suh’s wife?”

“She, uh,” he starts fumbling over his words. A strange sight for the suave Professor everyone adores. “Wh-Why do you want to know?”

“I want to get her something. I can only assume that since I’ve never seen her she must be sick, right? I can’t imagine what Mr. Suh must be going through having to juggle teaching, Lily, taking care of his wife, and now tutoring me. He truly is a saint.”

“No. You’ve got it all wrong,” he grabs your wrist stopping you. “Johnny, his wife, she’s not sick.”

Your heart that was wading in the dark depths of your stomach instantly bounces back to its proper place. “Well that’s wonderful news! I still want to thank her for sharing her husband. I know all this tutoring must be an inconvenience for her. I was thinking of getting her chocolates and flowers. Does that sound like a good idea?”

Shaking his head Mr. Jeong runs a stressful hand through his hair. “No. It doesn’t. She won’t get them.”

“Why won’t she?”

“She left. She’s gone. Don’t ever bring her up in front of Johnny or Lily.”

Gasping you cover your mouth with your hands. “Sh-She died?!”

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11. That's why I'm lying to my therapist

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Chapter soundtrack: Tornado Warning - Sabrina Carpenter

She had never dreaded and been excited to be home. But there was always a first time for everything. Ethan organized a birthday party to which she was of course invited. There would only be his closest friends, as well as Romy. They were supposed to meet later, in front of the nightclub, but for now Julia was occupied, trying to find a birthday gift for Ethan. She was completely lost, not knowing what she could get him that he had not already. Because after all, she still didn’t know him. That's when it hit her. She knew about his fears and his relationship with his dad, something she was sure not a lot of people knew about, but she didn’t know his favorite color or his favorite season. Basic things that friends knew about each other and even more, people that were in a relationship together. She mentally put a note in the back of her head to talk to Ethan about all of this.

But there she was browsing the alleys of her favorite bookstore, in the search of a new comic book for her brother. She felt so bad about lying to him that she hoped spoiling him a little would appease her mind and help her get rid of the guilt. As she was absentmindedly walking down the alleys, her eyes caught a book that made her smile. How to stop being a dick to people for Dummies. It would make a fun gift for sure, very on brand for them she thought. She picked it up and put it along Louis’ book under her arm. Before going to pay, her feet took her to the notebooks sections. She loved pretty notebooks. She had many at home, most of them were not even used. She loved to collect them more than writing in them. As she was looking at the new arrivals, she saw a poor little cactus, in a corner and once again her mind went back to Ethan and his flat. A cactus would bring a little color to the space and would make it a little more personal. And a cactus didn’t require a lot of attention and care. Perfect she thought.

Her new belongings under her arm, she went back home. The house was unusually quiet. Whenever Julia was back home, she would at least be welcomed by the happy barks of Bailey. She called out for her mom but nothing, not even Louis answered her. They must have been out.But her dad was also nowhere to be seen. The door of his office was opened, something rare when he was not working in it. His laptop was opened on a few tabs showing datas that Julia recognised quickly. She was looking at the same results every race weekend. She was definitely not supposed to see that and she couldn’t help but feel worried about the quietness of the house. There was no way her dad would have left the datas in plain sight if something hadn’t happened that caused everyone to leave in a rush. But still, she had a lot of her unanswered questions that could be solved a few centimeters away from her. It was tempting. So tempting. It was a one time only type of situation. She wasn’t sure she would use them but in any case, she still snapped a few pictures of the results with her phone before quickly leaving the office as if nothing happened.

Back in her room she retrieved the USB drive from the box she put it in and transferred her pictures on it before deleting them quickly, as if it would make her phone explode. Then, she stared at the new added files, not knowing what to do with them. She didn’t have much time to think as she heard noises in the entrance. She closed her laptop before getting downstairs and saw Louis, his left ankle in a cast looking visibly distraught.

“Oh gosh what happened?” she exclaimed.

“Your brother thought he was a monkey for some minutes. The reality check was a bit brutal.” explained Lyanna, ruffling her son’s hair.

“But I told you, it was a rare bird! And I wanted to see it closely. It’s not my fault if the branch was unstable.”

“Thank God, dad heard the noise it made and reacted fast.”

As if he heard his name being mentioned, Charles appeared with Bailey and Louis’ crutches.

“I had an eye on him ever since he had gone out and was trying to climb. I could see the incident happening from miles away.”

“And you didn’t try to stop him?”

“Lya, love, I don’t know one kid that had not tried climbing in a tree before. I used to hide in them with a book when I was Louis age to have some peace and quiet. Falling is part of life, look he is okay. It’s just the ankle, it will be fine.”

“But it could have been worse! You should have said something the minute he started climbing.”

Julia saw her brother putting his headphone on his ears and closing his eyes. The argument that was starting between their parents was triggering him, she could see it.

“I went to the bookstore today to find something for Ethan. I’m going out tonight to celebrate.”

It had the effect she hoped for. Ethan’s mention made both of her parents stop arguing to focus on her.

“Nice, where are you going?” asked Lyanna.

“Restaurant with Romy before joining the boys downtown.”

“And what did you pick for lover boy?” snorted Charles, earning a side glance from his wife.

“I found a cute cactus and a book for him. I didn’t know what I could get him that would be useful.”

“A cactus?” repeated Charles.

“Yeah… you know, to symbolize our relationship. The hope it will last for a long time since you can’t kill a cactus that easily and the prickles are a nice metaphor of us throwing shade at each other but just like they are here to protect the plant, our banter is us showing that we care about one another.”

That was so cheesy she wanted to gag. She was not the only one, her dad looked at her weirdly as her mom sighed in content.

“That’s very cute, Ju’. I’m sure he will love it.”

“Did you know that a cactus actually symbolizes endurance and strength in the face of adversity, because they thrive in harsh and arid environments?” said Louis.

“I… didn’t. But you know what, Louis? I think it sums up our relationship pretty well.”

“When will we meet him? When is he going to come home to see us?”

“He will be allowed to come when he beats me on a track, Louis.” said Charles.

“When he what?” asked Lyanna, completely unaware about the trial her husband set for Ethan.

“Dad wants to play male Alpha with Ethan, he wants to organize a karting race between him and Ethan.” explained Julia, clearly annoyed.

“Well, in that case, why not invite Kat and Max as well? Max could race too, it could be fun. And it would be a good occasion to have a nice reunion, it’s been a while.”

“I’ll talk to Ethan about it, but for now, I have to get ready. I’m meeting Romy downtown.”

It was always easy to find Romy in a crowd, her confidence made her stand out in a crowd. She was always the one laughing the loudest, talking to everyone in an attempt to make them feel at ease. With Julia, they couldn’t be more different, but that’s why she loved Romy. They spent a little time catching up before Romy looked her dead in the eyes.

“You and Ethan. How? When? Why? I have so many questions and I’ve never seen it coming. You’ve never told me that you liked him. It was always quite the opposite.”

“Yeah, it just happened. It still surprises me but, you were right, he is not that bad.”

“I bet he is not.” said Romy with a suggestive wink making Julia blush.

“But enough about me! Tell me more about Kyle and you!”

The blonde shrugged it off, sipping on her drink and avoiding Julia’s gaze.

“It’s not serious. I know that, he knows that and we are fine with it. We have fun. There is nothing else to say.”

Julia didn’t insist, knowing very well that if her friend wanted to talk to her about her relationship she would, when she would feel ready. Trying to get something out of her would only result in Romy closing off. They finally left the restaurant to meet Ludwig, Kyle and Ethan in front of the nightclub. They were soon escorted to the VIP sections where drinks were already waiting for them. Ethan didn’t want a big party, with many people whom half of them were unknown to him. He wanted to keep it lowkey with only his closest friends. They chatted and laughed altogether and his gaze fell on Julia. She was having fun and even let Romy drag her to dance along with her.  He liked seeing her so carefree and at ease around him and his friends, as she had always belonged here. It left a bittersweet taste in his mouth and couldn’t help but wonder how would have been their relationship if they had grown up as friends and not as enemies. Would they be strangers? Would they be friends? Best friends, maybe? More? Did he even want to be something with her? As he was still watching her, he didn’t notice his two best friends getting closer to him.

“So… how is the fake dating going?” asked Ludwig with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Better than expected, to be honest. She is not what I thought she would be. She is not the insufferable girl that I remember. I think we could be great friends, if she wanted to.”

“Oh, look at you being sweet. You are cute.” Ludwig laughed.

“ Shut up.”

“I’m glad you guys are getting along well but I have to admit that I’m still skeptical about all of that. I hope that lying to everyone is worth it. Especially to your parents.”  said Kyle with calm.

“We are invited by my parents for my birthday tomorrow. We will have to act as a couple and I have to admit that it’s stressing me out. My mom can smell bullshit from miles away and I know that it will be hard to convince her.”

They enjoyed the rest of the night and it was late when they finally exited the club. Julia hugged a very drunk Romy that was clinging to Kyle as he tried his best to not let her fall on his ass and Julia joined Ethan near his car.

“You didn’t drink?” she asked.

“Nope. Didn’t feel like it.” he simply answered.

“Why? It’s your birthday.”

“I have a lot on my mind and we are meeting my parents tomorrow, I don’t want to look like a mess.”

She nodded and opened the door of the car before sitting on the passenger seat, as if she had always belonged there. He took his place behind the wheel and drove back to her place in silence. Monaco by night was quiet and it was always something he enjoyed. It allowed him to hear his thoughts. But lately Julia seemed to occupy a huge place in them and he doesn’t know how to describe it. When he closed his eyes, before falling asleep, sometimes he could swear that he could hear her laugh or see her eyes. And he couldn’t explain why it helped him relax. They finally arrived at her house. He expected her to jump out of it to avoid being near him longer than what she had to, but was surprised to see her rummaging through her bag and taking out two small packages that she handed to him.

“You didn’t have to, but thank you.”

“Look at what I bought before saying thanks.”

Ethan couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the book and the small cactus. He looked at her and saw a playful gleam in her eyes. She was trying her best to refrain from laughing too and was biting her lips.

“Well… I will have to top my game for your birthday. You set the expectations very high.”

“I hope we won’t be together anymore by then!” she replied, laughing.

“Maybe… we can still be friends, right? I don’t want to go back to hating you. I can’t.” he told her, very seriously.

“Maybe. We can learn how to be, at least.”

They were surprised to see the lights on in the Leclerc’s household and a silhouette lurking behind the living-room window. Ethans quickly recognised Charles that was more than likely looking at them. Julia noticed him too and turned to Ethan.

“Lean in. Pretend you are kissing me.” she said, almost ordering him.

“What?”

“We have to make it believable! Put your hand on my face and lean in!”

He didn’t know why but he panicked. He had his fair share of girls asking him to kiss him. But never in a million years would he have ever thought that he would hear that from Julia. Suddenly, his palms were sweating and his clothes felt too tight and Julia was too close. He could almost see the light sparkles of gold in her green eyes. If he was focusing on them hard enough he swore that he could count them. She had freckles. He didn’t know about them, he never paid enough attention to notice them. His throat was dry and he didn’t know why. He found her beautiful and he didn’t know why. And it terrified him. He would have run away if her two cold hands didn’t suddenly grab his face and she put her forehead against his. He could feel her breath mixing with his and if he moved, even an inch, he could bump her nose with his. And he would have to if two knocks against the passenger’s window didn’t wake him out of his transe. He was quick to leave the car, as Julia took her bag and opened her door. Charles was in his sweatpants and was clearly waiting for Julia to come back before going to bed.

“Thank you Ethan for bringing her back safe and sound. You didn’t drink, right? Because if you took the wheel while having drinks in your system…”

“I’m totally sober, Cha… Mr. Leclerc. You can test me, if you want.”

“It’s okay. You are not irresponsible. I trust you on this. But just on this. If you want me to trust you more, let’s meet the day after tomorrow, on a karting track, so you can show me your worth. And bring your family along, Lya would love to see your mom and I wouldn’t mind racing against your dad, like back then.”

“You know me, I’m always up for a challenge, you can count me in. Especially if it’s to beat you. I’ve alway dreamed of that! And I’ll talk to my dad. Speaking of, is it okay for you if I come to pick you up around six, tomorrow?”

Julia nodded and as if it was natural for him, Ethan smiled and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. Totally unbothered, he went to shake Charles’ hand, before squeezing one last time the young woman waist who thanked the stars that it was so dark so no one could see her blushing.

The next day, before dressing up for dinner at Ethan’s parents, she decided to work on Ferrari’s car. She didn’t know where it all would go, if she even wanted it to go somewhere. She opened her notebooks and started to watch some onboards from the drivers, as well as the data she wrongfully collected. But without knowing what the data represented it was tough to extract anything from it. But still she gathered some info. Against her will, her thoughts drifted to Martin. She would need to know the feelings of someone who was actually driving the car, it would help her so much. But it felt wrong, especially after the birthday party and what happened in the car. She had felt the atmosphere changing and she didn’t know what could have happened if her father had not interrupted them. And she was grateful that he did, something she never thought she would say. But part of her still wondered… would they have kissed? Would she have let him kiss her? Or would she have been the one to kiss him first? Did she want to kiss him? She shook her head. She didn’t want to think about this. Not now, not ever.

Her gaze fell on her notes and the endless scribbling that was not going anywhere. She knew she had all the information in the palm of her hands if she wanted to open the files that were on the USB plugged in on her laptop. She felt sick. This whole USB drive made her sick. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t help but think that it was still cheating and the consequences could only lead to disaster. But she was curious, so curious. So she opened the file and started to browse the documents, paying more attention to them than the first time. She quickly understood that they could and would help her but, a wave of nausea got a hold of her and she closed the tabs quickly. It was too much and she couldn’t brace herself to add another lie to the list. She unplugged it and threw her in a box that she hid far away from her, as if it could erase the temptation.

Finally it was time for her to get dressed and a part of her was thankful for it. It would get her mind out of the bomb that was in her room. Ethan was on her way to pick her up and she felt stressed out. She didn’t know how she was supposed to act or how she should behave. Did Ethan expect her to be clingy? Or did he want to keep the physical interactions to the bare minimum? She had never been in a situation like that before, she had never met in-laws, even fake ones. She felt stupid. She knew Max and Kat. She knew them very well and not once had she ever felt uncomfortable at the idea of eating with them. Was she supposed to dress fancy? She looked at her clothes and sighed before setting her mind on a jean and a blouse.

As she was finishing applying her makeup she heard a car parking in front of the house and the door opening. She breathed in and breathed out one last time, took her bag and went down to see Louis ambushing Ethan in the entrance.

“You’re my sister’s boyfriend.” said Louis as a matter of fact.

“I…am?” replied Ethan.

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

“You fancy her. She is my sister. It’s weird.”

“Louis, please, don’t bother Ethan.” stepped in Julia.

“No, please, Louis keep going, I also want to know why.” Charles came out of his office, a half-smile on his face.

“You guys are embarrassing.” complained Julia.

“I just want to know why. You didn’t like him a few weeks ago. It’s just weird.”

“Hum, well… Julia is… well she is Julia. She is not as unlikable as I thought she was.”

“Thanks…” gritted the young Leclerc between her teeth.

“What I mean is… I had the occasion to properly get to know her and besides her sarcastic comments, the fact that she always wants to be right, how she has boring ice-cream tastes, she is not so bad. She is actually very caring. She talks a lot about you, Louis and I hope that I can be your friend, someday. And I admire her work ethic. She always wants to do the right thing and most importantly, she didn’t judge me when the whole scandal blew up. She actually agreed to keep talking to me and explore our connection. She quickly became one of the most trustworthy people that are around me. But I clearly can see that she got all of that from her dad.”

“No need to rub me in the right way, Ethan. It won’t work.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit too much.” added Julia.

They finally managed to leave and soon they were finally alone, on their way to Ethan’s parents.

“You didn’t have to pretend in front of my parents, you know.”

“Maybe I went a little overboard with the compliments, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t mean all that I said.”

When they finally arrived, Kat almost jumped on Julia, asking her how she was doing and saying how happy she was to have her. Julia felt so overwhelmed that Ethan intervened to tell his mom to calm down. He was not surprised to see that his mom had already thought about who would sit where. Julia found her seat next to Ethan as Max and Kat sat opposite of them. The conversation was pleasant and far from what Ethan had imagined. They didn’t talk about their relationship, his parents preferring to focus on Julia and getting to know her as a person and not as Ethan’s girlfriend. For once he was not the center of attention and he could watch her talking about what she was most passionate about and he found that endearing. He watched her talking about engineering with his dad and he had to admit that he was completely lost and didn’t understand half of what they were talking about, but still, he didn’t want to look away. As he was going for another glass of wine he found his mom looking at him with a soft smile on his face.

Soon, the conversation resumed around the season. Ethan was actually proud of his results and it’s with confidence that he started talking about them, thinking that his dad would be happy for him and that maybe he would get praise.

“Yeah, you were good. You had nice moments and some I really thought you could get close to the podium but you still make some mistakes that you shouldn’t make three years into F1. Not anymore. You are not a rookie anymore. But if you want we can find some time to watch some moments that I recorded so we could watch and work on them together.”

It made Ethan angry.

“Can’t you just for once, say something nice about the way I race. Can’t you just acknowledge that I don’t alway mess everything up? That I’m doing a good job?”

“I just want you to improve so you can achieve your dream. And you will never do that if you don’t listen to advice.”

Julia jumped when she felt Ethan abruptly stand up.

“Stop pretending that you care about my dreams. You don’t and you know what? I would trade them for a dad that actually cares about me. Me! And not the driver that I can be!”

And just like that he left the table as his dad was calling out to him. Without thinking twice, Julia stood up as well and excused herself as she went after Ethan. She found him outside, on the patio, sitting on the floor behind his mother’s flowers. He only noticed her when she sat down next to him.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that.” Ethan whispered.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“To say what? There is nothing to say. It’s like that. My dad doesn’t understand. How could he anyway? He is Max Verstappen and I’m only his son, just a copy. And not the best copy. No matter how hard I try, it will not be enough. I’m not enough.”

“That’s not true. You wouldn’t be here if you were not. Ask my dad, he always had good things to say about you as a driver. Surely, that doesn’t not mean nothing . You know how my dad is.”

“I just… I want my dad to act as a dad and not a fucking coach. I want his advice but I also want to hear him say, I’m proud of you son, you were great out there. Not how I should have taken a corner or how the overtake would have been more effective if I had done this or that. He doesn’t understand. He never did.”

“That’s the thing when we grew up with dads like ours. The pressure, the expectations… It's tough. I don’t think Max wants to hurt you, he just wants to push you.”

“Easy for you to say. You are your dad’s little princess. He would do anything for you.”

“Doesn’t mean that it made me happier. It brought a lot of other problems. Parents and teachers reunions ? It was always my mom who would go. I can’t even count the number of birthdays he missed because of races. Or how people looked at me and constantly judged me when they would learn about him.”

“He loves you, Julia.”

“And your dad loves you too.”

Ethan paused and looked to the ground. Julia saw Adam's apple bobbing before he spoke again, but this time with a strangled voice.

“He never said it. My dad never told me that he loved me. I know, he does. But… We were never ones to talk about feelings, I know that. I just wish that he would say it. Just once. I would love to have him come on a race to support me. Just be there, and be happy for me.”

“I’m sorry Ethan. Maybe you should talk to him. About your feelings, it would do good. Surely, it’s not healthy to keep that bottled up inside.”

Ethan shrugged before getting up. Sadness replaced anger and Julia could swear that tears were threatening to fall. She had never seen him looking so vulnerable and she didn’t know what to do. If they had been friends, she would have hugged him. But they were not, or barely were. She didn’t know where they were standing. They were not enemies anymore, but she wouldn’t go as far as saying friends. They were just two people linked to each other by a lie. So she stood up as well and waited for him to move or say something.

“I’m sorry I ruined your night. And you were not supposed to see me like this either.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, don’t worry. And seeing you vulnerable reminds me that you are human, with feelings, something I’ve never thought I would see happening.” she joked.

“You sure know how to make me feel better, Joolsie.” he said with a half-smile on his face.

“Always there to help.”

It was not a surprise when Ethan said that he was leaving. He didn’t want to stay there longer than necessary and so he brought Julia back home. The car ride was silent and a little awkward. When they were finally back, Julia didn’t waste much time before saying her goodbyes. They would see each other the next day, but for now she just needed to be alone. And Ethan did too. He hated how she had seen him like that. She was not supposed to. He was not sure, he wanted her to be. But still, it felt nice to be able to talk about his relationship with his dad. She understood him. But part of him couldn’t help but think that involving her too much into his very private life would do more bad than good. He didn’t react much when she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly before leaving him, deep in his thoughts.

When she opened the door, she was not surprised to see that her dad was waiting for her.

“How was it?” he asked.

“Weird. I witnessed Max and Ethan fighting… They don’t have the best relationship, I wasn’t expecting it. I always thought that Max was supportive of Ethan’s career. Turns out it is not what I expected… I feel bad for Ethan. I know I can’t do anything but…” she explained sitting down next to her dad.

“Do you want me to try and talk to Max tomorrow? See if I can do something…”

“We shouldn’t get involved…”

“I know but if Ethan is important to you then I guess that he is important to me as well. And I won’t repeat it twice so you better hold onto that only time I will say it because if you ask me to repeat it I will play dumb.”

She sighed. It made her feel better to know that her dad would not be too big of a problem in her relationship. She kissed him on the cheek before going back to her room. She quickly got rid of her clothes and threw her blanket over her head. As she was tossing and turning in her bed, replaying the conversation she had with Ethan, she grabbed her phone to text him.

For what it’s worth, I think you are amazing on tracks.

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Hello there! 🎁 and 🤔 for the fanfic writer game. Also, congratulations on your last fic! It was a sweet sappiness one.

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Thank you anon!

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

That'd be too scary! XD I would constantly worry about writign characters in-character and wanting to make sure everythign si tied up by the end.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

This comes from a fic I've been working on on-and-off.

Recently I have thought to leave for a while/take a break from, as I've come to feel it contains themes I'm not really qualified to tackle (in this case, how those who are in helping positions deal with feelings of failure towards those they're supposed to help), or maybe I'm just overthinking it. Even so, I'd like to share a part of it with you all and see what you think:

“Our house is gone.” The woman’s voice cracked, the flatness edging closer to something raw.

Momo can’t look away as Tomohito’s mother finally raises her head to her. Stands of dirt caked hair fall from what’s left of her bun, landing on her torn yukata. Her lips are part and quiver with a repressed sob. Momo’s clamors to say something, anything to reassure this woman. “I--”

“It’s all gone.” Her sorrow simmers to an anger that makes Momo’s gut churn and the blood drain from her face. The woman’s eyes are ablaze as they leak tears, and her lips are drawn into an ugly grimace. “How could you let this happen?”

 “I—”

“Why did this happen? Seiko-san warned the officers about these monsters days ago, but you ignored her, and now she’s dying!”

By now, heads were turning in the direction of Momo and Tomohito’s mother. This didn’t deter her in the slightest as she continued. “You have the power to protect all us! Why didn’t you come sooner? Why did Tomohito have to be like this? Why did any of us have to be like this? We’re not a lower district, we should’ve been protected!”

Momo’s eyes burn with the threat of tears and her throat constricts. The world spins around her, tumbling all the thoughts rushing through her mind. The kido beneath her hands stutters, almost completely vanishing at one point. She bows her head. “I-I’m sorry, I really am. We tried to --”

The woman cuts her off with sound between a scoff and a choked-up gasp. “That’s all you have? An apology?! Our homes are gone, but you get to go back to behind the walls and sleep well tonight, don’t you?” She raises her son’s hand, her grip so tight she may leave bruises on his knuckles. “You’re supposed to save all of us! Why didn’t you?!”

“Oi.”

They both startle at the interjection. Momo blinks, trying to regain her senses, barely able to let out breaths from her parted lips. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or worried that Toshiro had come over to them.

What little color is in the mother’s face drains at seeing a captain standing before her. Her lips remain open as if to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Is there a problem here?” Toshiro asks.

Momo finds her voice. “E-Everything’s fine, Captain.”

Her childhood friend ignores her, staring at the mother. Momo’s surprised by the severity in his glare, looking as though a blizzard raged through them. He's as imposing as some Soul make Shinigami out to be, beings that stood above them and were a force to be reckoned with.

“I-I didn’t mean to cause o-offense,” the woman stammers out.

Toshiro maintains his gaze for a moment longer before sliding it to Momo. She could almost crumble at their eyes finally meeting, but not from the anger behind his. He looks her over, from her head to her quivering hands, and his fleeting concern sends a pang through her chest.

After a beat, he sighs through his nose and softens his gaze as he turns back to the mother. While not glaring anymore, he remains stoic. “I’m certain you didn’t.” He bows. “I'm sorry we did not arrive sooner. Our Fourth Division are excellent healers, they will be able to restore your son and all those injured today back to full health. I have also made an urgent request to have a team sent here to help assist with the repairs"

Other Shinigami look on in surprise. It's not often a captain acts as Toshiro had, admitting fault and apologising to the Souls.

The mother can only mutely bow her head in response. Toshiro straightens, gives Momo a subtle nod, then returns to the group of Shinigami he'd been with.

Both Momo and the mother are unable able to look away, dumbfounded. Watching Toshiro's back, an unease remains in Momo. She wants to think it's his words that had ceased this confrontation, but it wasn't, and he's likely aware of that fact too.

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Hello, hi, sorry to bother you. Can I ask you a few questions about edge marbling? Cause I'm wanting to do a suminagashiarble on the edges of a book I'm doing and also it sounds terrifying. What I understand so far is that you get two boards and two c clamps, clamp the shit out of the edge of your book, and then dip. Do I round the book before I dip the fore edge? Will clamping the shit out of it prevent water damage? Do I have to dip relatively quickly? Does speed matter?

Thank you for your time

No problem at all!!!! So, disclaimer up front that I am just ad-libbing wildly based on vibes and instincts, and my instincts often skew in the direction of shortcuts and forgetting steps. So I'm not the MOST reliable resource, if something I say sounds iffy to you, please go ahead and question it and test it on your own and prove me wrong! Edge marbling takes place at a point in the process where failure would be HEARTBREAKING, so take whatever precautions you feel like you need! I tested some thrifted books I didn't care about before moving to books I had made.

The rounding is a hard question. I haven't marbled any rounded books, so I'm speculating here, but as you marble, having sides that trimmed and sanded at is CRITICAL. it isn't as finicky as for like, gilding, but you don't want to get bubbles trapped under your edge because that will leave a blank space in your color. it's less obtrusive in suminagashi than other marbling styles, but still a damn shame. When I round, I usually trim the fore edge flat afterwards. I like the look, some people don't. I would definitely be willing to marble an edge like that. If you want the concave look, you'll need to marble before rounding. And that's going to be... hard, because your edges need to be as flat as possible and your spine won't be fully glued yet. You might be able to get it good enough, but I would worry about bubbles. This is something you can't really test on a thrifted book, but I would sew a blank book or something to test on before doing it for real. Maybe clamping, sanding, marbling, and drying each edge separately before proceeding? I'm not sure, sorry.

Now, overall... When I do this, speed is definitely key, but rushing isn't good either, because some of the actions do need to be precise. It's a tricky balance to walk, but I would prioritize speed myself, rather than risk the integrity of the book. If I was being REALLY careful, I would use boards cut to be the exact size of my text block so I could clamp in one go, then dunk my sides one-two-three and get it out and leave it to press and dry. I don't, I use board scraps and move them between sides of the text block as I go. To facilitate that, I use these clamps specifically for this task:

These are spring loaded nylon clamps. They ratchet down with hand pressure, and when you trigger a switch in the handle, they SPRING open. It's much faster than a nice clamp, and gives me enough pressure for this task. I'm not trying to hold the text block in place while I hammer it. I'm just trying to stop water from soaking into the text block. And if I do this right, I'll be barely touching my text block to the water anyways.

I mentioned bubbles under your text block up above, but even more than that, I try to be careful about not letting the the boards overlap the edge of the book. I sometimes let them recess by a smidge, but overhang will DEFINITRLY guarantee a space where a bubble could be trapped. I try to keep a clean flat surface nearby where I can dip an edge, unclamp, move everything to a new side, and get it all freshly clamped, aligned with the new surface. Usually I'll just need to do the reclamping process twice max before I have to reset my marbling vessel anyways, so I usually just move fast and get a corner of my table wet, and wipe it dry later.

Then, the actual dunk. I usually go with a slight rolling motion along the length of the edge, from one corner to the other. This is another chance for bubbles to escape. But I also don't want to let the book go too deep. The clamps will help with water soaking in, but you still don't want to tempt fate too badly, and you don't need DEPTH to get the ink to take. I.... forget if I'm supposed to let it linger for a moment or not, but I usually don't. I take just long enough to be sure I've gotten the whole surface of the edge. Then I lift. I also don't remember if I blot it at all, but if I do, it's just a gentle touch against paper towels to make it stop dripping so bad, then I move to clamp the next edge.

Even if you move fast, by the end, you'll notice your first edges starting to swell up and maybe ripple a bit. That's just paper reacting to water. But also, no, bad, that needs to stop asap. As soon as I'm done. I press the text block HARD. I put paper towels and such on both sides, and then I put a LOT of weight on top of it. I want to get this as flat as possible and eliminate as much swell and ripple as I can. I usually end up with a *little* left over, but I can tell because I knew how flat it was before, it's not something I'm embarrassed to put in a binding.

I hope that helps!!!! I just kind of fudged my way through the process based on one short class on suminagashi I took and what little info I could find about other types of edge marbling. It's worked well for me, and was more forgiving than I was afraid at first. But it's still nervewracking! Best of luck with your efforts, I hope some of this is useful for you!

#spock replies #bookbinding #edge marbling

[cartoonmadness2230]

One day in mid summer my foster parents, with who I was living with at the time had called over a medium (someone who works with the supernatural) to look at our house and to speak to deceased loved ones.

I, age 11 at the time had just lost my own mother not even 2 years back was slightly touched by this offer of getting to speak with my mother again, even if it was for one last time. But I however didn't like the fact about talking to a complete stranger about my mother's passing.

I hesitately sat on the front porch and watched as the medium stepped out of her car.

I don't remember much about her except she was drivering a black car that was probably give or take 6 maybe seven years old, it definitely wasn't new on any means. But I do remember she was wear a leather jacket and a wight button up top with blue skinny jeans and brown flats. I don't remember her face but she had gold ball earrings and blond neck length hair. I think it was dyed cause at the top it looked somewhat black or gray.

My foster parents weighted eagerly on the front porch for the medium to come up the 4 stairs up to the porch.

The medium sat down and smiled, she placed her bag on the side of her chair, readjusted her hair and sighed happily before asking names. (I'm not going to state names of the foster parents because of bad relations I had with them, but I'll call them mother and daughter since the were a family that had adopted me. Side note mother is 62 around this time and daughter is 27.) I didn't even get a chance to say my name or even speak before it was said for me.

I looked down slightly sadden by this and I think the medium could tell to but never said anything. (I can't remember what the mediums name is so I'm just going to call her the medium like I have been.) The medium goes on with speaking before asking about the house and us.

We had nothing strange or weird happen with the house so I don't know why my foster parents were so eager to talk about the house to see if anything was in the house with us. Maybe because the house was built in 1910, but so is the house I live in now.

The mother says that we just moved I that year and are making a garden in the back for my deceased mother. The daughter chimes in and says that they have been digging and going to plant flowers in the back right up against the fence.

This medium stops smiling and looks at the mother and daughter in fear, she glups and says.

**"Don't dig any deeper."**

Everyone goes silent and the daughter simply says "what?"

The medium swallow's hard and grabs her purse, putting it on her lap clutching it hard.

"Don't dig any deeper. For your own good I suggest stopping now unless you want to waken something."

All color drians from my face as the medium says this, my foster parents on the other hand just shrug it off and continue asking about their deceased loved ones. I don't even remember what happened next, I was so zoned put to even recall.

All I remember though is slowly sitting up " I'm going to my room." I say in a panicked voice as I hurry to my room. My foster parents don't say anything probably in assumption that I was going to my room because I was upset about talking about my dead mother.

I close the door and slowly look out the window to the ' garden ' we are making for my mother. As I stare at it my heart sinks and I feel this fear I never felt before. If I already didn't feel as scared as I was I would've been okay. But no, my head hurt, my stomach hurt. I didn't know what was going on, so I turned on my Playstation and turned on Spotify. I listened to some of my music to calm me down, but out of the corner of my eye I see my foster parents start to head to the backyard.

**They start digging**

Again my heats drops and I rush to the window, I can't tell them to stop, I would get in trouble for doing so, I woukd get grounded. I just stare at them as they start to dig, **they find something.**

They call my name and I run downstairs, sliding my flip-flops on and running out the back-door and into the yard.

" Hey Bailey check this out." The mother says " Daughter found some really old kids toys hidden in the ground. " I pause and look at the Daughter, in her hands she's holding a hand full of toys. Some rubber ducks, Donald duck toys, rubber bouncy balls and a singular jack.

I chuckle a bit at the singular jack, but I still feel uneasy. They head inside to wash the toys off.

The toys were so dirty, the must of been there for at least 2 to 3 decades.

It's bedtime and I get into bed, the uneqst feeling already had left me by now and I can sleep easy...

I wake up, room completely dark. My nightlight off, I go to sit up to turn it on, but I can't. I can't move, I'm completely pearlized to the bed. I can feel myself trying to move but no luck. I can still move my head slightly from side to side and up and down. I go to speak, nothing.

Nothing comes out, I look around. Nothing but a muffle. The same uneasiness coming back to me as I finally see it...see **her.**

I look right in front of me to see a girl hiding in the corner of my room, we're my shelf is, she reaches the top of my room. Her neck and upper back hitting the ceiling, the row of shape teeth, matted hair, dirty clothes, yellowed bloody teeth, dirty and brused skin, jetting out bones.

I go to scream, nothing. Tears form in my eyes as I look at her. She stares at me with a inhuman frown, her bones, her limbs. It's like her bones couldn't fit inside of her own body, like she was growing to fast.

Eventually I wake up, tears falling from my eyes as I just stare at the corner she was just in for 10 minutes straight before a name pops into my head.

Janedoe

Janedoe was the onky fitting name, since there was nothing on her to tell me who she was and what she wanted, but rest assured that I wasn't getting any sleep that night.

The next few dreams or nightmares I had with her were relatively the same, except she was now smiling. I had around maybe 3 more dreams over her in this house before we moved to a newer house.

I had around 4 dreams with Janedoe in them, the first at this new house playing out the exact same, the second one was the same but Janedoe slowly came closer to me and either bite my neck or head , i cant really tell. But I could tell in this dream when she bite me she had red eyes, the third dream...

I wake up, not in my own home, but my old home, in my old room. It's daylight outside and I look around confused, not knowing what's going on, the room looks nothing like I used to. Completely white walls, and dirty wood planks coming up from there floorboards.

The only things that were in the room were a bed and I mirror. The bed had lavender purple bedsheets on them with a singular pillow with nothing else. I turn to face the mirror, the wall around it cracking from age.

But when I look in the mirror it's not me, it's Janedoe. I look at her in the mirror, bones jetting out in disgusting ways that would make anyone puke, but she can somehow still stand.

This is when I realize I not me, I'm her. This is a memory of Janedoes.

I believe in the supernatural and withcraft and all that fun jazz since I'm an Atheist. And I'm more spiritual then anything, but this got to me since now I was 12.

She looks out the window pulling back the white curtains that have little embroidered lavender flowers on them, the backyard is filled with lavender flowers, two women in all wight dresses and big floppy hats stand in the yard talking to each other. Janedoe seems puzzled by this until banging can be heard, she goes to open the door but it's locked. She jiggles the doorknob but nothing happens.

This is when I get a good look at the door, I'm no longer in Janedoes point of view. The door is covered in lockes from the bottom to the top of the door, there was at least 30 or more different types of locks. Sliding locks, key locks, it didn't matter.

Soon a man can be heard yelling from downstairs, he stroms uo the stairs angerly with a bekt in his hand. He looks like a priest but everything that's black is white and everything that white is black except his shoes being brown. His hair is slicked back with a permanent cow lick.

Soft whimpering can be heard from inside the room, the man grunts in anger before unlocking all the locks.

" YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH, YOUR GONNA GET IT NOW!" The man yells as he slams the door shut. Whipping noises can be heard along side with wails and screams.

I wake up, not in the middle of the night but around 10 in the morning. I start thinking about this dream I just had. I researche some of the things I saw in the dream and I now know that this dream most likely took place around 1950 to 1952. I also have a feeling, by how the man acts, and how Janedoe acts that she's most likely 12. She's still just a child. And from what I can make out from my dreams of her and the toys that were barred I the backyard of my old house. Janedoe really liked ducks and jacks.

The last dream I had with her played out like any other, but this time she was smiling a genuine smile at me while waving. Again I woke up in daylight and not in the middle of the night like the other dreams. But now I'm 15 and till this day I've never had another dream about Janedoe.

I think her sprite finally found peace, that she protects me in some way. I think that's a good thought to have dint you think?

Sorry this is so long, my coworker and I were talking and I brought up this. She said to write it into the CreepyPasta website/page. I don't know we're that is so im writing it here.

Here's a drawing of Janedoe

If you guys want to make fanart of her go ahead, just credit me and @ me so I can see your lovely creations! 😊

@t4t-hantunia @max-the-silly-guy @horrorartist23

#art #artists on tumblr #fanart #creepy art #creepypasta #horror art #horror #twigger warning #janegoe #Janedoe CartoonMadness2230 #my art #my artwork

[storyofnya]

Hey how are you? I love your style. I was planning on starting commissions some day. So I came here to ask to one of my favourite artists what advice do they have on commissions? Is there actually mistakes that I could commit or is there a certain path to follow? Thank you! Have a great weekend, and keep creating your art is awesome!!! 💗

OMG Hi!! First of all Thank you so so much for your kind words ❤️❤️ Here it goes:

The most important is to always ask for some of the payment upfront (Usually it's 50%), cause you never know who are you dealing with. And even when you finish the job, I usually always send the client low quality files until I get paid the full amount. It sounds awful talking about money first but let's be honest, that the reason we artist open comms in the first place hahah You can trust the people that request you (I myself never had a bad experience with a client and had dealt with truly lovely people) but it's important to alway be a bit careful.

Write yourself a list of conditions you find necessary to send the client when you agree on drawing their request. If it helps, mine is explaining the process to the client, half the payment upfront, my paying methods, how many unpaid changes they can ask for and how much do I charge per change after... These type of things.

Don't rush yourself too much. Unless the client give you a specific deadline, people are usually patient. I understood that after stressing with several comms in my first times hahah Even so, I try to keep in touch and update them from time to time, just to reassure them I didn't forget about it, just busy.

When I'm drawing a com, I usually send the customers every crucial part of the process, I think it's important for them to take part in the decision making of every step. I usually send them the first sketch (With only the idea, to see if we agree), the final sketch (that's usually when they get to do their modifications), the line art, the flat colors (To see if they like the palette) and the final version. That works for my style, but you decide which step seems important enough to update it to them depending on your own working process and technique.

Try not to underestimate your work when pricing. If you're not in a desperate need for money, value your art for what it's worth. It's easier said than done, and I know that most artists don't do it cause they want to, but because they have no choice; but me myself I try not to price too low my work, and even tho I got a lot of rejections because of it, I end up getting enough clients to keep opening comms from time to time and not giving up.

Find which social media is best for you to get attention and find clients. I personally recommend reddit, but every artist has their own experience and preferences.

I know it sounds obvious but always be kind. Not all clients'll respond with the same affections, but in my experience, when they do, it makes the job so much easier and fun. And you might even get yourself a regular customer.

Ok I got so carried away writing this!! I don't get that many questions here on tumblr and I was so excited fr, sorry in advance hahahah

Hope this helps you! Those are all my opinions and experiences, you'll have your own soon enough. I wish you the best of luck with your commissions!!! And have a fantastic weekend too ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[anime-owo-kage-san]

Phoenix as a Housewife/Bride

I'm not sexist or stereotypical. This was drawn for fun. And I love crossdressing Phoenix. (I like seeing him in feminine/frilly/cute clothing after "Recipe for a Turnabout".)

I also posted this on my Amino. I said this, in case someone from the Phoenix Wright Amino, sees this:

Link: http://aminoapps.com/p/zyknqe8

Proof these drawings are mine:

I didn't color them in, 'cause I was lazy.

The one where he's wearing an apron; the apron's design is supposed to be Pink Princess themed.

And the second one. I just wanted to see him in a veil.

Housewfe!Phoenix:

Narumitsu relationship HC: Edgeworth has a Steel Samurai themed night robe. And Maya bought Phoenix a Pink Princess apron to go with it. (Cuz, y'know...? Breakfast in bed?) Edgeworth probably falls right back to sleep, when he sees him.

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Edgeworth: *walks in on Phoenix cooking*

Phoenix: Good evening Miles! You're early. How was work?

Edgeworth: .....

Phoenix: I made porridge. And bought some wine to go with it. I hope it tastes good!

Edgeworth: Oh I assure you, I'm looking at the most exquisite delicacy....

Phoenix: .....?

Phoenix: *sighs* Come on, Miles! This is the 10th time! I wear this almost everyday now!

Edgeworth: Th-That's the problem, my Himesaman....! *passes out from a nosebleed*

Phoenix: AGAIN!? REALLY!?

Shh!🤫 I want him to call Phoenix 'His Himesaman'....

Bride!Phoenix:

To explain the coloring with his hair; at first I was coloring the front. Then, I suddenly realized, 'Why the heck, am I using my pen...?' So, I colored the rest in with my 'going-flat' black color pencil. (I have a sharpener. I'm just that lazy...)

Trust me... If I ever draw this digitally, I will put more effort into the design on the rest of the suit.... 'Cause right now, I'm only proud of the veil.... (Also, I'm going to write a one shot, of Phoenix finding this suit one day...)

The 3 people who are in this picture are, 2 I ship Phoenix with (Edgeworth & Kristoph). And 1 I accept the relationship of, but don't really ship it (Iris).

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Phoenix: *comes out of the dressing room*

Kristoph, Edgeworth, Iris: .....

Phoenix: I.... Look stupid.... Don't I...? *brushes veil like it's hair*

Edgeworth: 'I. WANT. TO. MARRY. HIM.'

Kristoph: 'Instead of framing him of murder, why didn't trick him into marrying me instead....!?'

Iris: 'If I was given a second chance.... I'd insist on being the one to wear a black suit, instead. I want him to wear this...!'

Phoenix: W-Why are you all staring at me like that!? I-I'll change back, okay!? We'll forget this ever happened! *tries to rush back into the dressing room, but gets pulled back*

Kristoph, Edgeworth, Iris: NO!

*Iris took an excessive amount of pictures. While Kristoph and Edgeworth fought over who should pay for the suit. Phoenix stays in the same place, blushing, both confused and embarrassed, while he's being pictured.*

#art #ace attorney #phoenix wright #Feenie #Feenris #KiriNaru #Narumitsu #Phoenix x Iris #Phoenix x Edgeworth #Phoenix x Kristoph #Housewife!Phoenix #Bride!Phoenix #cute #Phoenix Wright simping

[bbraefairy]

[ice cream]

a short i wrote a while back. simply returning something sweet to my nation.

// PAIRING: garfield logan and raven roth

// SYNOPSIS: he couldn't believe how good her bowl of ice cream tasted

// WARNINGS: SMUT! safe, sane, consensual. 18+ characters. swearing, oral sex, teasing, food play.

“Look at you, a mess. I open my legs and you're scatterbrained." she said with her classic, cunning smirk.

she leans her body on the cool kitchen counter. the fridge whirs. a bowl of sweet, vanilla ice cream rests on the surface.

he traces his textured hand upwards on the back of her thigh, then gradually moves his hand to her stomach. he hikes up her oversized tee, loving the sensation of her delicate skin. her feminine perfume— faint, floral, fragile. his olfactory senses couldn't help but be immersed in it.

god, it was like he was taking a trip. he was smelling scents and seeing colors he would have never imagined. the world around him was in deep distortion. shapes and sounds smeared together like paint blending on a canvas. he was seeing stars, feelin' a lil tipsy, real weak in his knees. his motor skills were shot. drunk on every kiss she gave, high off of every word she spoke.

this woman made him forget who he was.

she just wouldn't understand.

his breath, a tremble against her blossom-pink lips, "Sweet Christ,"

the smooth curves of her tattoos yield to his touch. her face was woven in moonlight. the shadows and fluorescence contrast perfectly with her persona. her dark hair, in a messy updo, waiting to get undone in the best way possible.

she takes the metal spoon from the serving of ice cream, and eats a spoonful. her eyes are hooded in pleasure as she maintains her gaze on her lover.

he nearly snaps when he watches her lips part from the spoon.

oh, how he was ready to do her. her legs will part by instinct, and welcome him home. she'll pull him in like she always does, 'cause she loves, needs, him. to feel her back arch into the bridge that held their intimacy together. the explorations, the swelling, the enveloping, the submission. steady strokes, sharp hisses, bruised lips from kissing too damn hard.

to hear her cry out his name like it was a magic word.

to venture into her hidden flesh, read every sodden corner like a book. read it fluently. thoroughly. carefully. intensely. leave every page within her thumbed and turned. her ending will please him. every cliffhanger will be resolved, every question will be answered.

he's ready.

to make the entire street look out their windows to see what's all the ruckus is about

to confuse the fire trucks, and know they won't know if there needs to be a rescue or distinguishing

from the heat they're about to kindle in

she's gonna smile.

laugh

whimper

beg

arch

throw her head back.

her epilogue will come to his mouth like how the tides rush to meet the sand

he's gonna pull language out of her, extract her most unruly, carnal character

it'll be demonic.

he positions her on all fours. he assesses her from the rear view.

"Don't finish until the ice cream melts," she commands.

he plays a series of circles and kisses on her skin before he gives her a flat-tongued lick from hell.

she writhes, and a tender melody tumbles from her mouth. sex with her was never like the last time. it was remixed and refined. each time came with more depth and discovery. more passion and power.

he was about to eat her out as if she were a delectable essence of vanilla ice cream. lick her, swirl her, make her melt.

"Thatta girlie."

with love,

dee💌

i love and miss you all a lot. i've thought it over, and maybe shorts like these can work best for us right now. writing is something i tend to lose touch with, but i never lose it completely. even when it feels like it. i'm sure there's a reason for that, though i haven't quite figured it out yet. who knows. i hope my absence is just as accepted as my return.

#bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #beastboy #raven #beastboyandraven #teentitans

[celestialmango]

Something I thought about last night, Subnautica and below zero leviathan boys gonna be two entirely things. Subnautica they're literally all related. Below zero Eclipse adopted them. That means in one they're all the same species with coloration and appearance mutations while in the other they're not. To clarify Sun and Moon are related but Eclipse is the adoptive older sibling for below zero.

But going with this train of thought, you remember how I mentioned below zero Sun plays with cuddle fish alot? Well that means the minute he sees a reader playing with a cuddle fish he's like "I want to play too! Can I play too?" Rushes over, startles human who runs which make Sun sad because "oh no, they're a prey creature arn't they, they got scared I was gonna eat them." Then proceeds to follow reader home to apologize for the spook.

Let's say this reader has their base underwater with a few multipurpose rooms that have glass ceilings. So they look up and the leviathan who was chasing them is just watching reader through them, gives them what he thinks is a friendly smile but only scares them further (because sharp ass carnivore teeth) causing them to go into one of their reinforced tunnels to hide which makes him sadder be "oh no, they're really scared of me, don't be scared, I wanna be your friend" like he has no idea what reader is but if the cuddle fish like reader than Sun does too.

So he's going to keep following reader around constantly trying to get them to understand "I'm not going to eat you, I just wanna play and be your friend" on day reader actually gets it when they're basically stranded on some ice Sun could easily tip over but he doesn't, reader knows he could tip it over so he could eat them but he doesn't. He's just circling below, accidentally bumping it now and then then popping out of the water to check on them.

So you ignore him to check your data pad only to find you've actually dropped it somewhere, so now your lost and starting to freeze. Sun notices you having calmed down about his presence like "yay, you're starting to understand I won't hurt you" sees you look around your pockets then looking around in a panic, he quickly realizes you're lost, comes to the conclusion that this is very much his fault because he's seen you glancing at that flat glowing this then change direction before, that must be how you navigate and find your way home but he accidentally made you drop it a bit earlier.

Sees a snowstorm rolling in, knows he's probably going to wreck his progress but you need shelter, doesn't have hands to grab you like Eclipse, so just uses his sickle appendages (don't know what else to call the mantis like arms) to tip the ice you are on sending you sliding straight into his waiting mouth and proceeds to nom, swallowing you whole then going back into the water to look for where you dropped your glowing flat thing, you are completely panicked and squirmy and as much as he'd like to keep you longer after he finds it, knows to do so would be bad for friendship progress so he half regurgitates you, you're partially in his throat still and squirming but he's opened his mouth.

It take a moment but you eventually notice your data pad just outside his mouth on the ground while he just continues to keep you pinned till you calm down. Then just let's confused reader slip out of his mouth completely after a minute of reader not struggling allowing reader to retrieve thier pad while Sun just floats behind them. He's right in their face when they turn around and he's giving them his friendly grin again before doing the friendly hello/goodbye body language Eclipse taught him and bunts reader gently.

He can see how confused reader is, they really thought he was eating them, he doesn't take it to heart when they start swimming away especially since they aren't trying to get away from him asap as he slowly swims after them, reader pretty much has not been noticing that Sun had been basically guarding them since he first interacted with them but they realize it now after comparing how many predators they usually saw while swimming alone before they met Sun to now when Sun is following them around.

They finally understand everything once they see Sun playing with some cuddle fish above their base, see him rush at the cuddle fish the same way he rushed at them when they first meet and reader is like "oh, he wasn't trying to eat me, he was being playful. Well I feel silly now." Reader gives him a few lantern fruit as a peace offering which Sun gladly accepts because he loves lantern fruit but it rarely falls into the water. Friendship solidified.

Moon would probably eventually see his bro follow this small odd creature and be like "what is that?" Reader being wary of Moon but not running off because Sun is right there and could nom them to take them to safty while Sun happily replies to Moon, "I have no idea but I love them and we're friends now."

#mango updates #mango speaks #☀️🌕 #💡☀️🌕🌑☀️👾💧

[simiansmoke]

@citizensofeggton cont.

His expression is flat at her reminder that he'd gone tunnel vision away from his task at hand, albeit seasoned grumpy with an occasional twist of features thanks to a flurry of small hands occasionally grabbing and pulling at whatever could be grabbed, patted and slapped on his face. Kong children weren't exactly docile...especially not when promised ice cream. "Yeah, weeeell...what kinda warrior would I be if I backed down from every little altercation? I'm not a PACIFIST, oh-kayyy? I'm a pass-a-fist-on kinda dude."

"FIST PASS-" Screamed a child near his lower back. His fur flinching is indicative of the kid's knuckles bopping his spine...plus the chorus of any other rider that wanted to participate in the 'fist pass', which seemed to be a sort of game if not invented and taught to them by DK, then was a Kong staple when it came to playing rough. Either or, a couple of kiddie punches has him shaking himself out slightly afterwards, which gives the kids riding the DK bus a reason to scream in delight because he pulls no punches either and actively tries to wag them off like a dog with wet, flea-infested fur.

The straggler seemed to be having fun regardless of catching the tail, giving a few desperate swats before spinning around in a circle mid-walk and with a dizzy giggle - kept swatting more and more inefficiently the dizzier they got themselves.

"...well for your sake, I hope so. At this age, they could deeeefinitely tear it off." Whether that's true or not, the look on his face is clear that he wants to mess with her. And verbally is the only way now that he's scooping up smaller Kongs that are spilling off him as his walks like water, and sliding them back onto the 'bus' in a motion so practiced it was like he was just fixing his hair as usual. One got away from him and darted ahead to happily bop up at a low-hanging power-up block, managing to hit out a growshroom.

"Kid-don't-!" But it was like trying to convince a starving animal (currently starving for ice cream) to ignore the first food it came across. After biting into the shroom viciously, the runt of the bunch grew...to about a size or two under DK. Nothing major, really-...until she rejoined her peers on his back, which caused him to sink a bit LOW into his knuckles as he crawled forward with a huff and puff. "Y'know...I'm...startin' to think...the power-ups in a vendor is-...the way t'go!" Teeth gritting, he pauses to take a shuddering breath.

"Ugh. Let's just call it charity work. Our uh...education system isn't so solid. But I mean...you can't expect a strong and highly energetic group like us to do well without a little time in the day to collectively lose our minds, sooo ~ I help out where I can. Dad sends a guardsman sometimes too. Those dudes can take all the biting and clawing-"

As the straggler continues their game of catch the tail or spin 25 times in place, they don't seem to notice how close to the edge of the dock they're spinning until they lose one leg over the side and drop, chest and arms slamming against the dockside with while shocked fingers dig in and scratch the wood frantically. The water below might be shallow, but all the colorful coral beds would surely leave anyone taking a walk down there a nasty cut or two.

The movement of the struggle eventually catches the corner of the Kong prince's eye and he quickly forces himself up under the new weight holding him down, prepared to bolt over as soon as he caught his balance so as to not overcalculate a rough rush over that might send them all toppling over the edge in his haste. "Crap!"

#//dk chaotically babysitting is a vibe #//also if there's ever a beach day funky gotta be on life guard duty #//cuz dk ain't about to save anyone drowning as in he'd try but just drown too lol #citizensofeggton #long post

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1 - Rebellious Teenager

Part 2

Kenobi's Future

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1 year later

"Padme, where's your sister?" I called out crossing my arms over my chest. She sits her book down laying on her bed shrugging her shoulders. Her hair is straightend and falling over her shoulders. Throwing my head back I groaned in annoyance. Padme is a good seven year old daughter. The one who actually listened to Obi and I when we say that the sands are dangerous. That we still should be on alert of the Empire possibly send more people to hunt Jedi. Spinning on my heels my boots hit the ground floor harshly and my husband takes notice from the kitchen. He stops making dinner, sitting the spoon on the countertop. "Darling, you alright?" He rests his hands on my shoulders, feeling that I'm stressed through the Force. For years Kiera has become a little bit of a pain.

I don't ever remember being a rebellious teenager growing up. But then again I think it was actually my sister who was the troublemaker. She would have us skip our lessons to go running down the beaches back home. The only thing mom ever caught me doing was reading book about the different planets when I should have been focusing on math. Becoming a Jedi gave me the chance to explore the galaxy. A big thud is heard from the girls room causing Obi-wan and I to grab our lightsabers rushing inside. Lowering my weapon I see Kiera rubbing her back with the window wide open like she was trying to sneak back in. "Kiera Kenobi!" I barked stomping my foot on the ground of the house. She slowly pulled her hood off her head revealing that her hair was no longer the Aburn color like her father's but in fact bright blonde. "Where in the galaxy have you been. And what made you think this was alright?" I pick up stands of her new colored hair but she pushed my hand down.

Kiera's POV

Opening the window to mine and my sisters room I climbed through but my left boot got hooked on a plant outside making me fall inside with a load thud. Padme leans up on the bed when our parents bursts in holding their lightsabers. Dad eyes me while mom started going off. I have been sneaking out because I like to watch the pilots leaving the town. Even today I saw one large ship land and a guy with a Wookie walked out. Dad hates flying but somehow I dream about it. Getting to my feet I pushed past mom where she shouted my name. Once I'm outside I climbed on the roof of the doorway just letting the hair blow in the wind. "Kiera, Kiera!" My ears picked up my father's voice this time. He grunts sitting down beside me still wearing his old Jedi robes.

"Mom's not happy with me is she?" I questioned resting my head on my arms crossed over my legs. He rests his hand on one knee with his other leg laying flat on the ground. "No babygirl she's not. You know she doesn't  - we don't like you sneaking out." Throwing my head back I groaned into the air. Ever since I got captured years ago with little princess Leia. I have gotten the edge to explore since a few years ago. Resting my hand on my belt I feel my lightsaber still there. Mom said I can wear it as long as I'm careful. "I'm sorry I'm not like innocent Padme anymore, dad. I just want to see what's out there." I throw my hands up then dropping them with a heavy sigh. Dad scratches at his beard which is when he's in thought. "Lisen, honey. Just be careful. You're mom and I don't want you getting with the wrong crowd."

Hours later mom and dad are asleep. Padme is coloring some drawings before I hear a small beeping on my tracker. Climbing out of the bed I hit play seeing the guy and the Wookie from earlier appear. "Hey, I saw you checked out our ship. If you ever want a ride. Come by the ship yard tomorrow night." The called ends quickly where I run a hand through my hair. Whoever the pilot was he just offered me a way to explore the world. Grabbing my green cloak and tying my boots I creak open the bedroom door. I tip toe through the house as best as I can. Swiping some credits from the table by the door I closed it slowly. "Dangerous you are, Young Kiera." I nearly scream at the sound of a sudden voice. Drawing my lightsaber out I waved it around seeing a small figure sitting at my feet. "Yoda...what are you doing here?" I asked lowering my weapon a little. The little green man stares at me glowing blue. "Keeping an eye on you I am. Worry your mother feels for your future."

"My mom doesn't understand. I - I want to leave this place." He waved his hand in disagreement. My parents looked up to the little green Jedi Master. I don't understand everything about them but they look to him for guidance. "Look to the future you shouldn't. Dangerous the galaxy is. Protecting you, your family is." Shrugging my shoulders I rest my chin in the palm of my hand, sitting on the ground. "They still want me to be that sweet eight year old daughter. Be like Padme forever. But that's not the case, Master. I want adventure and I want a love...I don't think I can get that if I remain here." The former Jedi walked over placing a hand on my shoulder, closing his eyes taking a breath. "Clear your future will be in time. Learn to control your emotions, you must...Young Kiera." Before I could say another word he disappeared into thin air where I bend my face in my knees sighing heavily.

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I'm being mean to Duzts in my brain oops, brain says he had a kind of traumatic experience at daycare nursery small baby school idk at some point because some other kid decided to take it really personally that his tone was flat and didn't show enthusiasm for something they did/had done so kicked up a stink about it complaining to the teacher that Duzts was bullying them as Duzts sat happily putting different colored building blocks in lines sorting them by color then into shape subsections because that is fun this is what fun is about lmao, so Teacher over like hey I heard you're bullying x. While Duzts is confused and they demand Duzts to say they're glad for this other student like he means it and Duzts is just??? Cause he DID mean it before what you mean but he tries but his voice like he can't manage the right tone for it and the teacher just goes on an absolute power rush because some teachers fucking suck like RIGHT. Go to the time out corner. Now.

And Duzt again is??? He doesn't understand why he's in trouble he hasn't been even told why the teacher is mad at him he just got told to repeat something then right into corner, genuinely doesn't get why he's in trouble and tries to be like "but??" unfortunately teacher is on a mad one and is just like oh! Oh but? BUT? Right that's it you're going to the Principal for this disobedient behaviour. Like ffs he's like 6?? Get the fuck outta here.

So he's hella distressed because what is going on he's being shouted at teacher is raising their voice it's really scary he's never been in trouble cause he's a good kid and he doesn't know why he's being yelled at its it's very very overstimulating and distressing and they're trying to get him to move to go to principal office and he's getting stressed at the threat of being touched and they're just riding this horrid power rush and telling his off for crying because no you're in trouble don't you try to manipulate me with tears I know they're fake. (He's LIKE 6 JESUS CHRIST)

It ultimately results in Duzts accidentally creating a psychic emp blast and knocking out the power while also cry screaming in his head a call for his mom as he just has a breakdown meltdown and May is just elsewhere when she hears her baby screaming for her and lmao she is Gone. Mega evolved and fucking ZOOMING. Has to stop herself bursting through the building slamming the front doors open to fly inside absolutely fuming because her kitten is crying for her. Some other teacher tries to be like oh ur needed in the principals office this is really bad and serious but she ignores going right past them to find her baby carefully checking him over that he's not hurt and holding him in her arms as he whimpers and hics and struggles to breathe for crying so much and she is absolutely fuming like what did you do to upset my child this bad. And she absolutely does not take the bullshit of oh he was bullying and arguing like nah I will forcefully extract the memories and truth from your mind and vaporise your brain. Just very fucking angry not letting them keep her back she doesn't give a shit he knocked the power off he's literally having a meltdown cause he's so upset they deserved it probably, she just gets Racopa and leave telling them coldly that if the powers off you should call the other parents to get their kids.

Later when Duzts is calm she's able to see his memories and she gets mad all over again because this some BULL sHIT but is calm for him and just tells the kids they're not going back to school tomorrow because she's not sending her kids somewhere where they're treated like that and she is absolutely filing a report against the teacher and school in general she's fuming. Monochrome probably watches her angrily do paperwork writing up her complaint and lmao is glad she's handling it (and probably stopping him marching up their angrily)

Unfortunately because it was so bad for Duzts he probably goes though a non verbal stage because he's internalised "talking bad" because he doesn't understand what he did wrong it just snowballed and the only thing he recalls doing was talking. Even if May tried to talk to him about it I don't think it's help, he'd just be unable to talk because he just gets so scared and stressed at the idea of talking that he loses his ability to. They probably end up learning sign and such to get around this

Which leads nicely into the thought I had of Racopas drummer being only semi verbal and communicating through sign most of the time and so Racopa likely already knows it and they feel significantly less isolated when she starts signing back to them

Y'know what would be funny? If i were to give Duzt a part of me i know and want to improve on.

Let's begin...

Duzt wasn't ever a bad kid, in fact he couldn't, he's too obedient, listening, chill, quiet, too good of a kid to do bad things... Well, he was bad a bit... Maybe more than usual.

One day, in school, when he was 15, someone decided it'd be funny if he went through a near identical situation to that of the childhood one, when he went nonverbal.

What they thought was going to happen was the usual bullshit: school is happy, everyone laughs, dickhead gets three hoes and various friends and becomes rich, yadda yadda yadda yadda...

What happened was this...

He tried the thing, framed Duzt for something he didn't do, and because the teacher is a fucking idiot, the plan worked.

He didn't get everything he wanted in life, instead...

"I'M DONE BEING THE VICTIM OF YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT RULES!!!"

...he lost something called bones, they were broken AND dislocated, along with the teacher sent against the wall REALLY HARD causing the spine to break, paralyzing him.

Duzt had, for a lack of a better word, gone insane.

He developed an angry personality, he became more violent towards everyone except those he trusts (family, friends, his best friend Alphenia, and that's IT) and started to get loose with his actions, doing horrible things and then saying "if i have to be hurt constantly to live on this planet, SOMEONE'S GOTTA PAY TOO"

I'm giving him both my anger and a little bit of canon REDACTED's malice, where he'll do anything to make you specifically pay the right price, so you better use up as little of your money as possible...

Because when he's nearby, you'll be judged and treated accordingly.

He's fucking pissed, he had enough.

#Fungal Spooks Studios

[niv-the-drawing-writer]

Kingdom Hearts 3D: Dream Drop Distance From the Perspective of a Series Newcomer

So to explain, I've never played a Kingdom Hearts game before until now, I picked up 3D cause it was kinda my only option since with the power of 3DS Hacking and hShop it's completely free. I played it to the completion of the main story on Standard Mode and then put it down, haven't 100% the game or done any secret bosses or anything extra aside from hunting for most of the treasure chests. So with all that out of the way time to talk about the game. First

Gameplay

To start I think it's very solid and I like how customizable everything is. The basic controls feel alright. Flowmotion is really fun to just run around the overworld with and has some good utility in combat although it can be a bit annoying if you happen to accidentally trigger it when you didn't mean to, especially during a boss fight.

I honestly really like the Command Deck, I enjoy the customizability and being able to order how it scrolls for sorta quick combos, (Zero Gravity into Circle Raid or Quick Blitz into Aerial Slam for example). Admittedly it does have it's small issues, mainly not having a quick cycle or hotkey as far as I'm aware meaning it can sometimes be a bit panicky when you're on low health and need to scroll to Cure or a potion really fast. Still an enjoyable system none the less

Next the big part of this game's combat, Spirits. To start I really like most of the designs, they're all pretty adorable in their own ways for the most part and they're surprisingly important too, being able to grant you powerful spells and keyblade attacks earlier than you'd normally get them and the abilities come in really important. Plus their own unique abilities in combat are really helpful from Wheeflower's healing coming in clutch, big bodies like Zolephant blocking shots for you, or Jestabocky just flat out removing enemies from the field for a short time. They all became surprisingly more important and useful then I expected and tbh I honestly kinda grew attached to the ones I used the most.

Dive Sections. These are pretty alright, I at first kinda thought they were just gonna get annoying but in my options they quickly solidified themselves as just natural parts of the progression and they're a nice little gameplay mix up when traveling to new worlds with some fun visuals that in some cases add more to the worlds aesthetic and charm.

Also I guess I could talk a bit about the Flick Rush minigame? Eh, a nice little distraction but it really feels like you need to bring the exact right spirits to win any of the higher level cups, Which can mean a lot of grinding for materials. That's all.

Worlds

These are gonna have to be brief for each on what I think about their aesthetics, difficulty, and level design. The story comes later.

Traverse Town: a strong start, pretty good layout that allows for a lot of Flowmotion usage for fun ways to traverse(see what I did there) the area. I like the peaceful nighttime look and feel to the place and every room is very distinct so you're not going to get lost. For your introduction it's a good difficulty balance and the revisit is fine too although the boss rush is a bit annoying.

La Cité des Cloches(The Hunchback of Notre Dame): the place looks really good. Bright colors but still feels very downtrodden and somber, especially thanks to the music. Difficulty is overall solid although Riku's version of the boss fight can be tough for with it's ridiculously massive hitboxes.

Pranksters Paradise(Pinocchio): I'm not quite sure about this one. For what(in Sora's version) is supposed to be a massive carnival the place feels completely abandoned and devoid of any real sense of life. I like the circus aesthetic so it's a shame to see it fall flat. The inside of Monstro(Riku's version) meanwhile works pretty well, the walls and textures all slightly pulsate if you pay close attention and all the gunk make the whole Inside another creature thing work well. Difficulty is perfectly fine, nothing to comment on.

The Grid(Tron Legacy): I don't like the aesthetic here. The music is good but it sucks that everything looks exactly the same so if you're not using a map it is really easy to get lost. Difficulty is fine if the Guard dudes do present a slight jump with their bomb spam and long combos that feel inescapable. The Rinzler boss fight is really fun and I feel it deserves some recognition.

Country of the Musketeers(Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers): by far my favorite world. Every room is very distinct from the castle to the canyon and dungeon. It all works together quite nicely and it has my favorite music too. The difficulty here is a very smooth transition from the Traverse Revisit to here and all the boss fights are great.

Symphony of Sorcery(Fantasia 1940): this world is probably the one I dislike the most. This is the world where they start putting in enemies that can really easily stunlock you or run up to you in a split second so you have no time to breathe and barely any time to cast any version of cure let alone use a potion. Also everything here is just.. too bright, whether it's flashes of lighting acting like a flash bomb or pure white clouds making my eyes sore. And the constant classical music gets really annoying fast. Also you basically Require Collision Magnet for the boss fight if you want it over before your drop timer runs out.

The World That Never Was(Kingdom Hearts): this world presents a pretty sharp difficulty spike and you basically need to be level 30 or higher going in if you want to stand a chance. The mixed aesthetic of an ethereal city and some futuristic lab/liminal space or something works pretty well together, music is nice too. Also this world throws like 3 bosses back to back at you. You better have a good boss fighting deck and spirits.

The Story

I can understand why my friends warned me that this was a weird starting point for a total newbie, the story apparently reveals a lot of stuff that was set up in previous games, mainly what the Organization's actual purpose was, how the events of KH1 all started, and how Xehanort travels through time. Admittedly I think I followed along really well, I'm not gonna do a big story recap but I really like how the world's factor into Rikus character arc. Sora's version of The Grid made me actually emotional and I found Riku's little "all for one and one for all" moment touching. I understand better that ok the Organization was basically going to take all the people in them and turn them in Xehanorts by replacing their hearts with pieces of his own and it's part of a bigger plot to bring 13 Darknesses and 7 Lights together to reforge the Ki Blade because that's how it's fragments were split up way back when. I'll wholeheartedly agree the story is... A lot. I liken it to wires. You can follow one along but occasionally it's going to cross with other wires or tie into knots. But really just tackle em one cross and one knot at a time and you'll understand. It helps that the game itself contains a glossary of key words or things to help you better understand that you unlock at a steady pace as more things get revealed, as well as the essay long summaries of previous games (admittedly I didn't read those). But yeah. The story really does have it's moments, the worlds add up to have their own particular impact on the story even if the final world is where all the more important stuff happens, I love cute moments like Lea swooping in to save Sora from Xehanort announcing his name to the entire room and then 10 seconds later Riku calls him Axel anyways. But yeah like... When I went in here I didn't expect to have like the best writing, I expected to just laugh at it and have a good time so I was pleasantly surprised by what I got.

Conclusion

Overall I thoroughly enjoyed this game. The combat was fun, the story held up better than I expected it to and everything works out very nicely. Soooo congratulations Dream Drop Distance, you've gotten me into the series, can't wait to try out more games in the franchise. Soooo that's all.

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