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#i made this for run anniversary and IT'S BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR TWO YEARS
byuljoonie · 7 months
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moonlight // knj
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I’m sorry baby I’m just really hot…
pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: one shot, slight angst, fluff, growing tension, boyfriend material, extreme smut, desperation, succubus intentions…
word count: 5k+ (sorry)
warnings: mentions of mature topics, spit, namjoon driving lmao, thigh humping bcs desperate, throat goat, dom!sub, dom rm!sub reader, alcohol consumption, probably a good amount of swearing, post-gym namjoon, grocery store activities, slight car play, teasing, oral, summer night, riding, overstimulation, a little masochism
summary: namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym (extended ending on ao3)
note: just had what cody ko and noel would call a “power thought.” I literally just had a spark of inspiration bcs it’s really hot in the south right now and Namjoon’s vogue cover is to die for. enjoy and feel free to check out any of my playlists while reading. Sorry for any little mistakes. gonna make a tag list after I post 10 works! -ash (wrote this draft a few months ago so it might be slightly more extreme than expected.)
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My reflection stared back at me, tracing the movement of the cloth against my skin. The long slit of the black fabric starts by the left knee and leaves an opening at the bottom of the dress. My manicured feet sat firmly against the hardwood bedroom floor, grounding me away from my persistent thoughts. I grabbed my sunglasses from the stand mounted on the cream walls and turned swiftly on my heels. Abandoning the mirror with a grimace on my face.
I loved this dress very much, the long sleeves light and airy protecting me from the harsh summer rays. The way it hugs my figure is like someone familiar. The same someone that bought this dress for me. He crossed my mind once more sending another surge of anger through me.
Namjoon promised to come along to the grocery store with me today but he’s been at the gym for almost 2 hours now. He said he’d only be gone an hour but an hour quickly turned to two, now I’m dressed and past ready to go. I hated going to crowded stores, at this rate we’ll never beat the after-work rush.
I sat on the bed putting on my anklet he gifted me for our 3 year anniversary. Yet another gift that I’m wearing today, being spoiled ruining my plans of holding a grudge tonight on our date. I slipped on some black socks and made my way towards the door. Listening as the front door swings open with a beep of the automatic keypad.
I excitedly descend the stairs, my black dress sweeping the floor behind me beautifully like a wedding gown flowing in the summer breeze. The second step I’ve already failed at trying to be mad at him.
“Baby! Where you at?” He says deep voice roaring through our apartment. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs almost running into his chest. He smiled at me taking in all of my body, returning to my eyes after his brief but thorough inspection.
“Right here NAMjoon,” I stated putting extra emphasis on his surname. I watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his skin glistened with sweat. Tan skin accentuating his muscular frame, my mouth parted slightly at the sight. He looked heavenly I almost lost my composure.
“I’m sorry I took so long Y/N my trainer wouldn’t let me leave until the workout was complete,” he said walking towards me. Smirking at the way my eyes followed his every movement.
“You look so gorgeous Princess, this dress is perfect for you,” he said pulling me into a tight embrace. Grabbing a handful of my ass as he reached over to rest his chin on my shoulder. I yelp in surprise at the sudden groping, melting into his body and giving up on being angry. I wanted to take him right now but first, we need food or we’ll be eating out for another week before we have time to shop again.
“Whatever Joon go shower we have to leave as soon as possible and you’re stinky,” I said pulling away from him and then standing on my tippy toes to kiss him quickly. He kissed me back beginning to deepen it before I push him away again. I give him a knowing look and bid him goodbye as I walk to the kitchen to make him a snack to eat in the car. The store was about a 25 minute drive from us but it was worth it for the produce.
I grab a few ingredients from the fridge to make him a nice sandwich with an everything bagel. I prepared everything quickly and put it in a small ziplock bag next to my purse. I heard Namjoon exiting our bedroom 15 minutes later, humming a sweet tune in his beautiful vibrato.
“Come on babe I already have the car warming up,” he said grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me next to him. He’s wearing a light brown shirt with a pair of distressed blue jeans. Looking as handsome as always I drink in his appearance for eternity. We walked to the elevator quietly, Namjoon tapping away on his phone until the elevator doors opened to be let us out.
As we walk towards our car I begin to sweat a little, the setting Sun still scorching my skin like its’ noonday twin. I started to speed up a little pulling Namjoon along so I could feel the relief of the A/C sooner than later. He swung the door open for me making sure my dress wasn’t in the way before shutting the door.
Namjoon jumps in quickly closing the door before the heat could penetrate the closed air. It still wasn’t cool enough in here, with the sun beaming directly on our vehicle the A/C felt like lukewarm hell. I let down the window hastily fanning myself as we pulled out of the parking lot.
After I few minutes of fanning and desperation, I looked over and behold a sight that would make any woman yearn in an instant. A head of sweat moved swiftly down the expanse of Namjoons golden jaw. Resting at the base before dropping down onto his slightly exposed shoulder. His lips rose colored from his unconscious biting. I wanted to reach over and swallow him whole, I crave him so bad I can’t help but squeeze my legs together at the thought.
I was so caught up in my sinful thoughts I didn’t notice him glance over at me. A twinkle in his eye set off the indication of a torturous idea. Namjoon placed his large hand on my thigh, causing me to tense up instantly. Before I could utter a word he reached over my leg and grabbed his sandwich from my lap.
His smile turning into a stifled laugh as he continued to stare straight ahead. I must have let out the small noise I was holding in because he seemed to know exactly what would tick me off right now. I turned my attention towards the windshield trying to focus on the passing cars and people watching. Then an idea popped into my head.
I pull out my phone and open the group chat I have with our 6 best friends. I stop and think of what to type before another brilliant idea is brought to me. I pose provocatively making sure my cleavage was “present,” in my photo. I took a couple of pictures, some with sunglasses and some staring at Namjoon. He patiently drove, oblivious to my sly intentions. He hummed along to one of his favorite songs looking over at me to shoot me a wink.
I giggled and looked away almost feeling bad for what I’m going to do. Yet not bad enough because I went ahead and sent the photos with a message. “Should I post these on my close friends? I don’t know if I look good enough today…” I said ending with a sad face. It didn’t take long for our phones to simultaneously vibrate. Secretly glancing over at Namjoon, I unlock my phone knowing he can’t check his until we’re in the lot.
Hobi ddaeng: You look great !! Of course, you should post it, Namjoon talk some sense into her.
Me: He’s driving right now. I didn’t ask for his opinion yet I want to hear you guys first :)
Park Chanel: ooooh…I see…
Park Chanel: If you don’t post the pictures I will! Wow wow you look beautiful. Nice..dress and necklace.
I looked down at my neck realizing I didn’t wear a necklace today. Oh Jimin you’re evil Namjoon is going to kill me and you. I laughed a little at his crude behavior and read the next incoming message.
Yoongi: You’re gonna get hit Jimin *laughing emojis*
Me: mmm just because you guys said so I will post it hehe
Before I could read the next response I felt the car shake as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I quickly went on my sns and posted two of the pictures on my close friends. Picking the two the boys liked the most. I was starting to get nervous, I know how possessive he is with me and I’m the same but I want revenge for making me frustrated.
Namjoon pulls into an open parking spot almost near the front of the bustling building. I take off my seatbelt with a click grabbing my purse from my lap and swinging the door open. I wanted to beat Namjoon inside before he could read the texts and catch me. As I hurriedly closed the door I saw him reading the messages, jaw tensing with rage.
I hear him call my name from the car and a slam of a car door followed behind the sound of his sexy voice. His long legs easily closing the space between us as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it while looking at me. I put my shades on ignoring his questions. Stroking the back of his hand as I never break eye contact with the automatic sliding doors.
“Can you get us a cart pet?” I froze at the nickname. He knows what he’s doing, and I don’t plan on breaking that fast. I let go of his hand briefly going to grab the first cart I saw. Cleaning the handle before strutting back over to my boyfriend as he eyed me intensely.
I let him grab the cart from me but not before pulling him down to whisper in his ear. “Anything for you Daddy..” I say in a hushed tone. Making sure to leave a kiss on his sensitive earlobe as I pull away.
I walk forward trying not to laugh at the silly nickname I used to get him riled up. He trailed behind me, failing to hide his blatant staring at my ass. We make our way down the aisles trying to speed up the process as people begin piling into the store.
“Joonie baby I can’t reach this,” I said struggling to reach the box of goldfish on the top shelf. He moved over to me in a flash, pressing his front flush against my back. I heard his breathing stop as I purposely pushed my ass against him.
“This one, this one, this one, or this one…” He trailed off purposely picking the wrong boxes to tease me. He finally grabbed the correct item and tossed it in the cart. Walking away as if he didn’t leave me speechless and flustered on the cracker aisle.
I follow him to the snack aisle after grabbing a few bottles of wine and champagne for our date tonight. The empty aisle presents another opportunity for me to assert my dominance. I walk over to the chips looking at them inquisitively as if I’m mocking a character.
“Honey do you want this kind or this kind?” I said while bending over. Making sure to sway slowly as I wait for an answer. “Babe? Which-“ I was cut short as a hand firmly grabbed my ass causing me to yelp in surprise and sit up straight.
“I want this one right here,” he growled in my ear. I turned around and looked at him, watching his eyes darken with hunger. “Let’s get outta here yeah?” He questioned looking into my eyes. I nodded furiously ready to exit this hell and get home to what’s waiting.
We race to the self-checkout line, scanning and bagging groceries like a 5000-dollar prize is awaiting the winner. Namjoon grabbed my hand after he paid and pulled me along with him as he pushed the basket with his other hand. He was so warm, skin clear and kissable. I wanted to pull him aside and cover him in kisses, not caring about the people around us.
Namjoon unlocks the car as we stop beside it. I move to walk around the cart but he stops me in my tracks. “Let me help you get the groceries in the car love,” I say looking confused at his sudden maneuver.
Unexpectedly, he opened the car door and motioned for me to get inside. I insisted again that I help but he gave me a look that I know better than to disobey. I got inside praying I didn’t anger him too much. I set myself up for this one, didn’t I? It’ll be worth it in the end right? Maybe I went a little too far with the texts but I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. I pull out my phone to text Jimin about my bad decisions.
Me: I think I fucked up lol
Park Chanel: you’re welcome ;)
Namjoon slams the trunk shut causing me to jump in surprise. I close my phone sitting it in the cup holder beside me. He gets in the car, jaw still tense as he turns the key in the ignition. I thought about breaking the silence but the tension was so thick a knife would recoil at the slight pressure of penetration. Namjoon puts on his seatbelt then proceeds to look at me.
“ I don’t want to hear another peep from you Y/N..” he starts lowly not breaking eye contact for a second. “You’ve done enough for tonight, if you do anything stupid I swear I will pull the car over and take you on the side of the road. I promise you wouldn’t want that.” He deadpans and looks away from me, pulling out of the parking spot. I utter a soft okay and prepare to behave the rest of the way home.
I slide my palm over to his free hand resting on his thigh. I stare firmly at him, giving my best puppy eyes in return. He doesn’t look away from the road but I watch as his lip twitches into a small smile. He grabs my hand, rubbing his large thumb over the back of my hand. In love can’t begin to describe how I truly feel about this man.
I laugh as he tries to sing along to Smoke Sprite, raspy voice blending well with Soyoon. I rap along to his part of the song, stealing the spotlight and making him bop his head in excitement. The song finishes and we’re about 10 minutes from our place. I check my phone and see a text from our group chat, making the recent grocery store escapades flash through my mind. I want him to touch me again, I like it when he’s desperate and needy for me.
Another terrible idea floods my brain accompanied by a mound of outcomes. I suddenly let go of Namjoons hand causing him to spare me a confused expression. A smile graced my face as I turned my body forward, grabbing the slit of my dress and opening it over my legs. I let my left hand run down the front of my dress, stopping at my panties hesitating even.
I slide my hand under the fabric immediately coming in contact with the soft skin. I dip my fingers and get to work. I began letting out dramatized moans and grunts. I moan Namjoon's name and furiously let my hand lose control. I looked over and saw Namjoon gripping the steering wheel in frustration. Sweat adorned his angelic face, veins prominent in his hands. I let this go on until we reached the last stop light near our apartment building. I sat up and closed my legs acting like I didn’t just masturbate next to my boyfriend in a moving car.
We pull into the lot entering our designated spot. Namjoon quietly turned off the engine and released a sigh that he seemed to have been holding in. He looks absolutely pissed and it’s so sexy. His erratic breathing only made me wetter by the second.
“You’re going to follow my instructions carefully. I don’t want to hear a word from you or tonight will be your worst fucking nightmare got it?” He questioned angrily letting his eyes trail over my body once more. I nodded too scared to move an inch more.
“Go upstairs, get undressed, wait in the middle of the bed. If you’re not in that spot when I come up there in 15 minutes, you better pray you can stop time.” He seethes hotly. “Yes sir,” I say scared and ready for more. He gets out of the car walks around and opens my door. He grabs my purse from my lap holding eye contact, his brown almond eyes dark and predatory.
“Go.” He states motioning for me to exit the vehicle. I get out swiftly, grabbing my purse from his hand and sprinting towards the entrance of the building. The elevator took an eternity to bring me to our floor. I ran to the door and shakily put in the passcode, messing up a few times before it finally let me in.
My shoes are off in a flash, I leave my purse by the door as well abandoning my shades on the counter as I run past to the stairs. I burst into our room, slipping my dress off. Almost fell as I grabbed my silk lavender robe hanging on the wall. I threw it on and climbed onto the bed. My anklet glowed in the natural light seeping through the parted curtains. The front door swung open slamming against the wall.
I heard shuffling, cabinets opening and closing for 10 more minutes before his heavy footsteps echoed through our hallway. He walked into the room eyeing me before raising an eyebrow. I started to sweat nervously hoping I did what I was told.
“Who told you to put on your robe Y/N?” He questioned in amusement. He slowly walked over to me, grabbing each side of the robe and ripping it open. He discarded it onto the floor and stalked around the bed, he stood at the front motionless. “On your knees in front of me, now.” He said and I immediately left the bed. I swung my legs over the side and dropped to my knees.
Namjoon watched me through lidded eyes as I crawled over to him on my knees, stopping directly in front of his growing bulge. I was quick to unlatch the hook of his buckle, the metal of the belt clinging as it hit the hardwood floors.
“I’ll excuse the robe mishap since you’re so eager to taste me doll face,” he said reaching down to grab my chin. A loud moan echoed through the room as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He looked down at me, motioning his head back as if telling me to open up. I did as I was told and watched as he spit in my mouth and closed it back. He pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side.
“Good girl, now eat.” He said intensely. He hummed in satisfaction, eyes never leaving the way I wrapped my fingers around his cock and finally engulfed his length into the warmth of my mouth. I took him in slowly inch by inch, his girth heavy against my tongue as I extended my jaw wider and wider. I choked a little as he hit the back of my throat.
“You look so fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around me, pet,” his fingers tightened into my hair, his gaze stoic and heavy on me. Pet. The pet name earned a moan from me as I began a steady rhythm of sucking. My fingers were coated in a thick layer of saliva, Namjoon’s cock easily sliding against my pressured grip as my cheeks hollowed, jaw growing sore from my strenuous movements.
He groaned loudly, fucking my throat faster until I could no longer take it. I let my jaw go slack so he could use me as his personal toy. He grabbed my face and fucked it harder until I was seeing stars. A beautiful repetition of my name strung from his tongue, stilling as he came into my mouth. I happily swallowed every drop, coughing around his cock one last time, sending a shiver through his body.
“Good job, get on the bed I want to taste you. I can see you dripping on the floor,” he smirks as he picks me up and helps me onto the bed. He walks around and gets in the middle of the bed, watching me as I sit patiently waiting for instructions.
“Come here baby, sit on my face,” he motioned for me to come to him. I slowly crawled towards him, bracing myself on his lap. He kissed me roughly, tasting himself on my tongue, running his hand down to play with my chest. Nipples sensitive to the touch, he pulls away from me, taking my right breast in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on me, teasing me. He pulled off with a pop, scooting further down the bed and then lifting me so I could move towards his face.
I place my hands on the headboard hovering over his face in anticipation. He suddenly grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I scream out in pleasure as he dives into my center. Feverishly lapping his tongue at my pussy like it’s the last time he’ll have me. His moans send intense vibrations through my body, making me scream his name. We’ll have a noise complaint tomorrow.
I felt my orgasm coming on, riding his tongue until my legs were sore. He let go of my left thigh to slap my ass hard, signaling me to cum on his tongue. I came with a loud groan of his name. Shaking and twitching as I came down from my high.
Namjoon grabbed my hips, gently guiding me down to his lap. His face was covered in my essence, from nose to chin, he glistened like an Angel. He smiled and rubbed circles on my tummy as he watched me shake.
“Don’t think we’re done darling, I’m not finished until I see my cum dripping down your pretty legs.” He gave me one last smile before his eyes darkened once more. He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, sticking his girth fully inside me. I sank slowly, letting him fill me to the brim. Tears streamed down my cheeks loving the painful stretch in my core.
“Ride me until I say stop.” He deadpanned motioning for me to move or else. I started to ride him painfully slow, not being able to take much more. This was my opportunity to finally seize control. I picked up the pace, rhythmic grunts and sounds of skin slapping filled the room. I put my hands on his chest and let my hips do the talking.
I ground down harder, spelling his name with every swift motion of my hips. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, indicating he was close already. Now that I have control I’m going to make him feel everything he did to me. I moved faster, causing the bed to shake and tremble with every shout of his name.
He grabbed my hips trying to make me slow down but I only grind down harder. Clenching and tightening around him to send me him over the edge. I watched as his orgasm roared through him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I kept moving, milking everything from him. Getting closer to my orgasm, I let myself go with one last yell of his name.
Squeezing my eyes shut as I finally stilled. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, the bed creaking as I rolled off of him. Shivering as the empty feeling overtakes me when he’s not inside of me. “I hope I didn’t get too carried away,” I started while looking over at my completely wrecked boyfriend.
“That was perfect.” He said smiling over at me. He slowly stood up, going to our bathroom to retrieve a towel. He returned momentarily, cleaning me off and then cleaning himself. Throwing the towel in the hamper against the wall. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I got under our giant duvet, getting comfortable fairly quickly.
Namjoon glanced at me, nestled under the warm blankets, my eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. He promised me a special date night and he was determined to make it happen, even if he just put me to sleep. With a gentle smile, his aftercare continued.
“Hey, babe,” he whispered softly, brushing a strand of loose hair from my face. “I know you’re tired but I don’t want our date night to go to waste.”
I yawned in response and mumbled sleepily, “Joonie I’m so comfy right here.” Earning a chuckle from him, my reluctance seeped through the atmosphere. “I know, but trust me, you won’t regret it. I’ve got something in the living room set up for us.”
That caused me to sit up, curiosity overcoming my fatigue. “Oh? What is it?” I said carefully. “It’s a surprise, but I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said leaning in to plant a kiss on my forehead.
With his gentle encouragement, I reluctantly pushed the covers aside and allowed Namjoon to help me out of bed. He passed me the discarded robe and my slippers, and together we made our way to the living room.
Where soft candlelight flickered with a movie on the screen waiting to be played. As I settled onto the couch I couldn’t help but smile at the effort Namjoon had put into creating this romantic haven. A charcuterie board with our favorite snacks and 2 bottles of the wine we purchased earlier were on the coffee table.
Namjoon plopped down beside me, taking my hand in his. “See princess? Our date night in the living room isn’t so bad, is it?” He said grinning like he won the lottery. My fatigue began to dissipate as I basked in the warmth of Namjoon's love and effort. “Not bad at all,” I said, feeling grateful for his consistency and thoughtfulness.
“Let’s start the movie I’m so excited!” I exclaimed pumping my fist in the air embarrassingly hard. Namjoon laughed and mimicked me, making me laugh even harder than before. The first half of the movie went by as we stuffed our faces with food and downed wine like it was our last supper. I was starting to feel tipsy and before I knew it my thoughts started wandering again.
“Mmm, these snacks are-“ Namjoon started as he reached for the charcuterie board. I interrupted his thought by grabbing his hand. Namjoon looked at me puzzled, “huh?” He says in surprise. I move closer and settle onto his lap. “I want to be closer to you,” I said, hands resting on his toned chest.
Namjoon blinked at me, a tipsy smile forming on his lips, “Well I can’t argue with that pet.” I look into his eyes exploring the galaxies I can reach within them. “You know, I love nights like these, just you and me, a movie, some wine…” I rambled to him.
“Yeah, me too. It’s moments like this when I realize how lucky I am to have you in my life baby.” He said while lost in my eyes. Searching for something, something that he knows I have. I leaned in slowly, our lips almost touching, “I love you Namjoon.” I kissed him before he could respond. Feeling his emotions spill into our kiss. He pulled us apart gently, rubbing his hand on my cheek. “I love you too Y/N.”
He grabbed my face and captured my lips again. A thief that could do no wrong in my eyes, I deepened the kiss craving more of him. Needing to feel something more. I slowly began moving my hips on his thigh, grinding down onto the exposed skin, earning a guttural groan from his throat.
His hands moved down the side of my body, exploring every curve, touching every mark he left on me this evening. He landed on my hips, guiding me to my last orgasm with his strong hands. The air was hot once more, soft moans and sweet nothings penetrated the quiet.
The movie is long forgotten, the candlelight coating the walls in a beautiful golden glow. I felt my orgasm building quickly, still sensitive from the earlier assault on my clit. Namjoon began bouncing his leg, adding more pressure on my center, and sending me over the edge.
I kiss him one last time before I fall fast asleep on him.
The end.
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gimmeyourlovepls · 9 months
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Trapped
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paring: earth 42! miles morales x reader
warning: cheating, gaslighting, basically not a cute fic
summary: you find out miles is cheating on you, and with a heavy heart, decide to leave him, but he's not letting you go.
a/n: hey! sorry this is the first thing im contributing to this fandom, i have a really long story in my drafts that im still working onnnnn this piece of work is inspired by a fic i either saw on here or ao3, pls tell me if u find it so i can credit them ;-;
Cariño = Honey
¿Entiendo? = Got it?
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"Thanks for coming, have a nice day!" The cahier said as you walked out of a bakery with a box full of cupcakes, along with some chocolates and other snacks you bought earlier. You were basically bouncing with joy, a massive grin present on your face.
Today was you and Miles' 2 year anniversary, and although there had been a couple of bumps on the way, you were happy that both of you were still together. You looked at your phone to check the time and saw that Miles texted you back.
Mi amor <3
You: happy anniversary!
You: i have a surprise for you but its not ready yet
You: I'll text you when its done then you can come over <3
Mi amor <3: aight see you soon princessa
Giggling, you walked over to Miles' apartment building and walked through the hallway towards his room, already searching through your pocket for the extra key he gave you in your bag. As soon as you found it, you opened the door as quiet as you possible could, which was hard as hell with all the stuff you were holding.
You pushed the door open with your feet and walked slowly, and it seemed like Miles didn't hear, you, because you heard no footsteps coming for you. Putting your stuff down on a couch, you walked around trying to find him.
As you neared his room, you started to hear noises that sounded like Miles and something else, you couldn't really tell. You still wanted to surprise him through, so you slowly pulled open the door.
"Miles please..." A girl who had never seen before was on YOUR man's lap, pressing kisses on his face and slightly grinding against him. "Calm down, cariño, I'll take good care of you soon," he said as he held that girl's hips and grinded her hips down with a groan.
You didn't even realize you were crying until you brought your hands over your mouth. You slowly walked backwards and slammed his door, knowing he would be able to tell he got caught, grabbing all your stuff, leaving his extra key that he gave you on a table and running.
Your legs carried you all the way home, though it was a far distance. You couldn't even feel the burn with how sad you were. As soon as you got to your house, you locked all the windows and doors, knowing Miles would try and get in. You just wanted to lay in bed and cry, but you knew you had one more thing to do.
Mi amor <3
You: dont fucking text me anymore, be happy with that girl.
You: by the way, happy anniversary :)
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Scrolling on your phone, feeling sorry for yourself, and eating the snacks meant for you and your now ex was not how you thought your night would go, but the occasional funny video made up for it. You changed out of your nice outfit and wore your most comfortable pajamas (apart from Miles' shirts), stuffing chips into your mouth when you heard banging on your window. Your mom was home and asleep, but she wasn't that heavy of a sleeper, so you went to your window and pulled back the curtains.
"Ugh," you groaned as you saw who was standing behind the glass-pane. "I'm gonna keep knocking if you don't let me in." His voice was muffled, but you understood enough to unlock and open the window for him.
"Hey look-" He started, but you were NOT listening to his BS. "No Miles, you look. I have dealt with you for the past TWO years. Every time you have stared, flirted, or even made out with another girl, I have ignored it and forgiven you. I have NEVER cheated on you, I have even ignored all my male friends for you because you get so jealous. I'm tired Miles, and I can't with you. Please leave."
"Cariño-" Miles pleaded with you. "Don't call me that. That's what you called that girl you were smooching earlier. Go back to her and never talk to me again." You started pushing him towards the window, desperate for him to leave before you either started crying or beating the crap out of him.
"No, we aren't doing this shit." He pushed you backward until your back was against the bedroom door. "Miles, don't-" Your insults dissolved into air as he started to kiss you, the way he did at the beginning of your relationship, when you thought he still loved you. "I ain't leaving you, and there is no way your leaving me, ¿entiendo?"
You wanted to say no, but your heart still longed for him desperately, so you melted into his touch. He noticed your response and pulled back to pull you into a passionate kiss.
It didn't matter what you did, you were trapped, and Miles certainy wasn't letting go.
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hey yall i was feeling silly and decided to writeeeeee hope u at least semi enjoyed it and that u have a good day/night :))))
(also if ur waiting for a part two, dont hold your breath, im literally having the worst writers block ever and can not. HOWEVER, if you have requests, please send them in so i can write thank youuuuuuuuu!)
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thedo0zyslider · 1 month
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ITS MY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF WRITING FANFIC!!! Thought I would celebrate by dusting off some of my old rottmnt drafts! Today and tomorrow are turtle story days <3
So for the anniversary, I present to you:
Overtime - 5k Words
After the battle with the Kraang, Donnie finds himself feeling very overwhelmed and out of it. Leo has no problem helping him through it, thankfully.
A03 Link
Donnie sat on the broken ground, slumped in a pile together with his brothers. The Kraang were defeated now, after who knows how many hours of fighting and a pretty big number of near death experiences. Raph had just finished giving them all the most bone crushing hug, which was okay by Donnie this time, not by all his injuries. Now the three of them sat there, recovering, and trying to summon the will to move.
Mikey was still holding on to Raph, as if scared he would leave them again. Which, valid fear after today. Leo was smushed into between the latter and Donnie, somehow still conscious after the final fight. At some point their hands had found each other, as the adrenaline started to wear off, and Donnie was gripping onto his sibling like a lifeline.
As the adrenaline started to wear off, and Donnie slowly came back to his senses, he felt two things. The first was pain, and a lot of it. Everything on him hurt, and it was excruciating . All of his limbs, his shell, his sides, absolutely everything . While Leo and Raph had taken more of a beating than their younger brothers, Donnie and Mikey’s wounds weren’t anything to be scoffed at. He had a good amount of cuts, most still bleeding, and probably some internal injuries as well. If he had to bet on it.
The second thing Donnie felt was the lingering, yet still there, sensation of the Kraang. How their tentacles felt against his skin, the sliminess of it. How squishy it was and how it felt around his arms. The feeling of being mind-melded with those foul beasts.The tentacles pulling him from the ship and the horror of it all. It made the turtle want to lose what little lunch he had left in him.
He suppressed a shudder, and gripped onto Leo's hand tighter.
There were….a lot of emotions running through him right now. Fear of the Kraang, for his brothers, for himself. Still lingering and now displaced grief for Leo. The fear of losing his twin, someone so close to him. The worry for Mikey when the leader Kraang sent them flying down to earth, surely to their deaths if Raph hadn't been there. Every single bad emotion he'd felt in the past twelve hours was there too, all piled and stacked on top of each other like a torture device.
But mostly it was still grief for Leo. Which is why he'd reached for His brother in the first place, and held his hand tight. To make sure he was real, and that this wasn't some cruel dream or hallucination. Please don't be a stress-induced hallucination.
“Donnie?” Leo mumbled after a moment, looking over at his twin. “You okay?” He squeezed his twins hand experimentally, slightly worried gaze boring into the other's skin. He was still worried for his siblings, even though he was probably dazed as hell and just as out of it as they all were. The idiot. He should focus on himself first, not his twin.
Donnie didn't respond verbally, because he couldn't, but he did squeeze his brother's hand back. He buried his head further into Leo's side as well, and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Oh.” Leonardo mumbled, going a little soft. “Yeah, I think I wanna do that too.” He tightened his grip on his brother's hand a little more, hoping the action was as grounding as he wanted it to be.
“Can I keep touching you?” He asked quietly, Raph and Mikey being forgotten for a moment. The other two were still nearby, and were aware of Donnie’s condition, they were just making sure not to crowd him right now.
Donatello nodded once for yes , as they always did when one of them got like this. Two nods meant no , and three meant that you were unsure of whatever you were being asked. The system had been devised years ago, when they were much smaller, and had worked pretty well. If one of them couldn't nod, they would tap or blink or do something else instead.
“Okay…is it the noise?” He asked, brows furrowing. He moved, so Donnie was more in his lap, even if simply existing hurt like a bitch right now, let alone moving . But it let his twin curl better, without retreating into his possibly damaged shell, and hide further away from any light or noise. Oh, Leo had forgotten to ask if it was light bothering him! Dangit
His brother nodded no again, and Leonardo moved onto the next option, other than the light sensitivity one. Donnie was also breathing normally, as far as he could tell. Which was good. So he wasn't having any kind of attack like Leo silently feared, something had just pushed him over the edge and finally overwhelmed him after all. “Do you need silence? Or is it the light?”
It took Donnie a moment to think, to really listen to see if the sound is bothering him. He doesn't open his eyes to test the light, so it's probably not that. Even if Leo couldn't have done anything about the sun, except for hiding him or getting him indoors quickly. After a minute, Donnie shakes his head no once more, and Leo yet again moves onto the next option. Which he will keep doing until he finds the reason for this.
And if there's no clear reason, he'll sit on this stupid island with his twin until he starts to feel better.
“Pain? Something else?” He hums, taking a quick glance of the wounds he could see on Donnie; the medic side of his brain already starting to fire up. Donnie nods twice for yes, and Leo gets his answer. And thankfully it's something that can be solved, relatively soon too if they're lucky.
“Mmm, okay.” Leo chirped, wondering if the pain was in his shell. He had heard something about it being exposed at one point, so it was a possibility. Hopefully, if it was, it wasn’t too bad of an injury. That was probably the case, considering how sensitive that part of him was. “Can you walk?”
Donnie does three nods, saying he doesn’t know, and probably doesn’t want to find out. Or leave his twin’s side. In response Leo just makes his voice sound as reassuring as possible, and promises something that’s pretty impossible right now. “We'll just carry you back to the medbay then!”
“Leo, you're too injured to even walk! You can't carry Dee too!” Raph protests, taking his eyes away from Mikey; who has now gone to inspect the oldest brother’s injuries in return. The Raph Cassum is already starting to form at the thought of the very injured Leo carrying his brother, and the leader can do nothing but sigh at the overprotectiveness. At least it wasn’t misplaced this time.
“One problem with that, hermano , he’s stuck himself to me.” Leonardo huffs, ghosting his free hand over Donnie’s battle shell. He knows it was replaced mid fight, and is now checking for breaks in the material. And if there was a break or two, he would check for any blood and cuts that might be exposed with it.
“Guess Raph’ll just have to carry you both.” The oldest grumbled, already looking prepared to scoop half his siblings into his arms. Mikey looked like he wanted to help as well, and then seemed to remember the state of his hands with a rather large pout. Poor little guy.
“Woah Woah! Are you sure you can handle that? You just had Kraang inside you!” Leo protested, finishing checking the battle shell. There was nothing wrong with it, but Donnie surely had injuries elsewhere. Not that he could see them, nor would he move his brother to do so, but Leo was pretty sure that some blood had been dripping on him slowly for the past few minutes. Blood that wasn’t his own. Fuck.
Raph snorted, and shook his head all determined like. What a big teddy bear he was, truly, especially for the three of them. Though he would never be quick to admit it.. “I've carried you guys home through worse!”
“If you say so….” Leonardo murmurs, narrowing his eyes. He was sure Raph hadn't carried them home through worse, even on the worst days of their childhoods. But arguing with his younger brother was not worth it, especially when they're both injured. That's something Leo has come to realize as of late.
Mikey interrupts their conversation with a loud noise. He bumps shoulders with Raph best he can, all excited over something. “Guys! April's texting me!” He nearly yells out, fumbling with the buzzing phone now in his hand.
“Your phone's still intact!?” Leo exclaimed, a slight smile starting to form on his face. His phone was absolutely broken, even despite Donnie’s expert tech, and had no idea what their other siblings' phones looked like. Probably not in good condition, if he had to bet, and didn't think that Mikey's was any better. “It's like, indestructible or something!”
“Yeah it is!” Mikey says, a smile faltering as his gaze moves back down to his phone. It looks almost…painful to hold it, with all the cuts and scrapes lining his skin. “I can't really…use my hands though.”
“Gimme the phone!” Leo said, making grabby hands the best he could. Well, more like a grabby hand , since Donnie was gonna be holding his right one for the foreseeable future. He was sure Raph could've typed to April just as well, but he was the leader now. And he didn’t want to worry Raph with the responsibility of arranging a meetup, not anymore then he'd burdened his brother already.
“M’kay!” Mikey said, reaching over Raph to hand it to him. The oldest brother let Leo handle the rest of their family, and turned to Mikey instead. Raph went to look at Mikey’s damaged hands, while Leo opened the phone and the messages that had been sent. It was a lot of April yelling at them in worry, so he chose to read only a few that he could give a concrete response to. And ones that would get them all home faster.
Apes: MIKEY!!! ARE YOU GUYS OKAY!?? WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!?
Mikey: HI APRIL this is Leo!! We're all alive. Micheal can't use his hands and Donnie’s a little overwhelmed, plus my whole body hurts and Raph’s like half blind rn.
Mikey: we're on staten island (ew) and Donnie’s clinging to me like a koala. And also we might not be able to walk
Apes: me and splints will come get you in the van
Mikey: thanks. Where's future boy?
Apes: he found us dw
Mikey: okay tyy. See you when u get heree <3
“She said her, Dad and Casey will come pick us up!” Leo said, looking up from the screen. He distantly saw April reply with a <3 of her own, but his focus was already away from the screen for the next little while. “You don’t have to carry us after all Raph!” He went to throw Mikey’s phone back to him, but then remembered the hand problem. Instead he gave his little brother a sympathetic look, and pocketed it himself instead. Mikey just gave a nod, and glared sourly down at his injured limbs.
“Uh good,” Raph mumbled, a little sheepish. “Because I wasn't sure I could do it.” He rubbed the back of his head, and Leo just snorted with light amusement. Good to see Raph back to his typical overprotective brother stuff, even after they had all almost died.
Leo gave an eye roll at that, and looked back down to Donnie. He would let Mikey respond to that for now, he had a younger twin to take care of. “You hear that, Dee?” He muttered, noting how his brother seemed to be listening in, despite his state. “April's coming to get us. And dad.”
Donnie hummed in acknowledgement, and lifted his head up. He was tired of hiding it like a baby. This also meant he had to open his eyes, and readjust to the dying daylight around them. But it wasn’t as bad as the aches and pain and the gross feeling that’s still all over him. He doesn’t really move from where he sits in Leo’s lap, nor does he speak, but he does look around while they wait for April and the other two. Mikey ends up sitting in front of all of them, looking for any matching scars they had from opening the portal. Well, all but Leo, who used to look on with an indescribable look on his voice. Donnie made the mental note to pick his twin’s stupid brain later, because they were all going to have to talk about it eventually. Even if none of them really wanted to…
It’s not long before the Turtle Tank has made its way onto the island, no doubt having to move carefully around all the rubble. It’s really impressive how fast it got there from town, actually, considering Leo had texted April less than twenty minutes ago. But regardless, three familiar figures step out of the massive van; Splinter ends up with Mikey and Raph, while April crouches in front of the wins after basically beelining for them. Casey just stands away, unsure what to do with himself for the next few minutes.
“Is Donnie okay!?” April asks, crouching on the ground next to the boys. She gives all of them a worried look, but especially Donnie, who is still hiding his face in Leo’s plastron. It probably makes him seem more injured than he appears, even to someone as close to him as April. Heh, if she only knew the beating Leo had taken just before this, girl would lose her mind.
“Yeah. Just overwhelmed.” Leo says, making no move to shift the other off of him, not yet anyways. Donnie gives her a wave, and she returns the greeting with a small grin and a wave of her own.
“Oh, okay.” April sounds a little relieved, before quickly turning to go and bark orders at the future boy. “Casey! Help the others, will you?”
“Yes ma'am!” The boy in question responded, doing so with a salute. The gesture looked like it was how he always talked to April, like it was muscle memory for when she told him anything. Another weird future habit they’d have to slowly beat out of him over time, Leo supposed. If he even stayed with them after this in the first place.
Leo and Casey exchanged a quick glance before the latter walks off, and well…it was sure something. He seemed familiar with what was happening, and with the way he never got too close to Donnie; like someone who’d never seen him like this might. He had to wonder if the future version of his brother had these moments in the apocalypse, and how frequent they might’ve been on top of that. He wonders if there was anyone that could help him like they’re helping Donnie right now. Leo really hopes that there was.
“Do we have any medical supplies in the van?” April asked, probably because of the state all of them were in. Nevermind what injuries her and the other two possibly had. Though they surely weren't as severe as Leo or Mikey’s, the wounds were still bound to be pretty bad regardless.
“I think D put an emergency first aid kit in the back.” Leo mumbled, shifting a bit. He sensed April was ready to get them all inside the tank and off this island. To be honest, he was ready for that as well. Also, Donnie was kinda heavy and laying on injured limbs, no offense to him of course.
April nods, and prods Donnie lightly in the leg. The latter rolls his eyes, and pokes her back playfully. “Okay, let’s get him in there then.”
Leo hums in agreement, near relieved to maybe finally have another person’s weight off his fucked up legs. Even though he would do all that again in a heartbeat if he had to, almost dying was just a real bitch. “Are you okay with being picked up, or can you walk?”
Instead of nodding, Donnie just decided to get it over with. He took a deep breath, before forcing himself to his feet. April jumped in surprise, and made sure he was steady on his feet. Though Donnie did have to lean on her shoulder just a little. When he was all good, April reached down to help Leo up.
The other twin took her hand gratefully, knowing he couldn’t really walk more than a few feet. All that stuff about carrying Donnie earlier had been fake bravado, mostly for his siblings sake. So they wouldn’t worry as much, so they wouldn’t know how much of a beating the Kraang leader had given him. That all seemed stupid now, because they could all see the way he was practically carried into the turtle tank like a child.
Once they’re inside, Donnie points to where that supposed medpack is. April nods, and sets both the boys down beside them. She halves whatever medical supplies are hanging around with Casey, and the two of them get to treating the injured turtles. Splinter drives, because other than April, he’s the only one who knows the route home. Donatello goes to curl in on his brother again, still having a rather tough time, despite the now dimmer light of the turtle tank. Though he doesn’t get to stay there for long, as April crouches in front of both the twins expectantly, first aid supplies in her hand. Ones that will have to do it for now, before they can get back to the lair’s medbay and properly treat their wounds.
“Can April patch you up?” Leo asked, moving so April had more room to sit in front of Donnie, but not enough to let go of his twin’s hand. The other still didn’t say anything, just nodded furiously and made a noise in the back of his throat. A very clear yes, considering it was the sensations that were overwhelming him in the first place. “Okay!” April said, her voice calm and steady. Like a real nurse or something like that. Something she’d be good at. “This’ll only take a minute okay? Just uncurl yourself?”
“….ine.” Donnie mumbled. He meant to say fine instead of whatever he’d muttered out, but the f sound had not come out. The turtle was still a little overwhelmed it seemed, even if it was slowly getting better. And by slowly he meant very, very slowly. He was hoping the first aid would help speed that process up.
“Hey, he’s back.” Leo teased, nudging him very softly in the side.
Donnie rolled his eyes and huffed, all his words coming out properly this time. Thankfully, them not doing so made him sound stupid. He hated sounding stupid. “Can it, Nardo.”
“You know you love me!” His twin shot back, a cocky look on his face. If Leonardo wasn’t in pain, he would probably be throwing an arm around the others shoulder, to be even more obnoxious. It was his specialty, after all. “I’m still mad at you, for the record Leo.” April pipes up, having carefully wrapped one of the larger cuts on Donnie’s arm already. She’d taken it without asking, well used to patching up her boy's dumb wounds. The disinfect stung as it always did, but it was better than leaving it open. Donnie knew that, though he still hated the extra flash of pain it brought to him in the moment.
Leo looked down at the tank’s floor, maybe a little sheepish, or guilty. Key word being maybe . If Donnie knew his twin, and he liked to think that he did, he probably didn’t regret that self sacrifice much at all. The dumb-dumb. “Yeah, I figured.”
“I gotta patch you up as well?” April sighed, scanning over Leo’s wounds. The external ones anyways. The tank goes over a bump, probably a piece of debris or something, as April moves onto the several cuts on Donnie’s arms. All either from the falling glass, concrete or whatever else. The others are having a quiet conversation, just like their own, on the other side of the van. Donnie is enjoying the reactive silence a lot more than he probably should, heart still aching from earlier.
“Heh, probably.” Leo hums. Donnie’s hand never leaves his, and hasn’t this whole time, even when he squeezes it hard in pain. Enough to hurt his twin. Yet they both sit there in silent companionship, as they are healed and driven home, surrounded by their big dumb family.
A few hours later, they’re all home and rested. The turtles are all hauled up in the medbay for who knows how long, injuries and broken parts of them being fussed over. April doesn’t leave, standing over Casey’s side as he treats them all. It makes sense the kid is so good at this stuff, since he survived the apocalypse and all. Though eventually Donnie, who’s still not done winding down, requests a separate room. Or at the very least his bed be put further away. He doesn't want to inconvenience anyone while they’re properly treating Mikey and drugging up Leo so he’ll sleep for once, but he doesn’t want the noise to upset him even further. But no one seems to think it’s an inconvenience, and April moves him away from the worst of it, as far as she can.
They sit together for a while, just sitting and laying together, before April has to go home. Her mom is worried sick about her after the recent attacks, and is blowing up what remains of her phone. Three of them do have to basically shove her out the door, threatening to sic Draxum on her, but she does eventually leave. Not without giving all her boys the biggest hug though.
About thirty minutes later, Mikey pops his head in. Donnie is sitting on his bed, humming and drumming his fingers against the sheets when he enters. He knows he needs to sit here to get better, and that logically doing so would get him back to inventing faster. But on the other hand, he hates sitting there with nothing to do or nothing to play with. It was driving him more mad than the lingering sticky feeling was, one that didn’t go away with most of his pain.
“Oh, Donnie! You’re better!” Mikey says, his usual cheerful demeanor a little dulled. Donnie looks over in surprise, not having anticipated a visitor. But he will use this new opportunity to his advantage, because he currently cannot walk very far. And there is nothing within reaching distance that will get the sticky feeling off of him.
He hates asking Mikey a favor immediately like this, but he thinks the other gets it. The youngest brother has his moments too, where the sensations get too much and he needs to scrub them away. Donnie would know, they both found out their least favorite textures through a lot of trial and error over the years. Like, a lot a lot. “Hi, I need hand sanitizer. Please. And something to fiddle with?”
“I gotchu!” Mikey said, and dashed behind the medbay’s curtain just as quickly as he had appeared. Maybe three or five minutes later, he was popping back in. It was impressive how fast the little guy moved sometimes. In Mikey’s arm was Donnie's preferred brand of hand sanitizer, probably straight from his room if he had to guess. There was also a chinese finger trap, probably also from his bedroom, and two stuffed animals as well.
“Where Raph?” He asked, taking the hand sanitizer and finger trap from Mikey as he spoke. He sat the fiddle toy down on the bed, and frantically opened the bottle as quickly as he could. Hand sanitizer, his sweet, sweet savior.
The younger hummed, holding both of the stuffed toys closer to his chest, probably to comfort him, if Donatello had to guess. “Resting!”
“And Leo?” Donnie scrubbed the gel-like substances into his hand, a lot harder than he should. But he didn’t care. It was making the bad and gross sensations go away after hours of suffering, which was all he cared about. As long as he didn’t rub his hands so hard he bled, the turtle would be fine .
“Knocked out on painkillers, behind that curtain.” Mikey said, moving one stuffed animal so he could point. The mere mention of Leo made his brows furrowed in worry, and Donnie filed that away for later. He would have to do a one over on his twins status as soon as he got the chance, if it was worrying Mikey that much. “He’s pretty roughed up, but Casey said he’d pull through.”
“Good.” Donnie hummed, now satfisted with his amount of scrubbing and hand sanitizer applied. He sets the bottle to the wayside as well, and turns hi attention to the toys his brother is clutching still. “Is that one of your stuffies?”
“Yeah, It’s Mr. Snuggles!” Mikey says, holding up an off-colored brown teddy bear the Donnie recognized from their childhood. It was so old the brown was turning a yellowish-orange, and its fur had to be unsoft now, but anyone could tell Mikey still loved it dearly. He holds out the other stuffed toy next, one that isn’t quite as old. It’s a purple rabbit with wiry looking fur, a pink nose, white markings and small beady, black eyes. “I thought you would like Bunbun, because he’s purple.”
“That is objectively the best color…” Donnie hums playfully, as if considering the gift. As if he would ever decline such a wondrous gift from his dearest Micheal. But he does accept eventually. “I’ll be very careful with him.”
“I know!” Mikey smiled, letting his older brother gently take the stuffed animals from him. “Mayhem tried to eat him.” He snorted affectionately, evidently having run into the little dog-mutant-pet thing on the way here. Because April had left her whole dog at the lair again, somehow. Or maybe the weirdo had wanted to stay with them, who knows. “Of course.” Donnie snorted, placing the stuffed rabbit in his lap. It was more soft and less wiry feeling than it looked, which was a pleasant surprise. He hugged the thing closer to his plastron, glad to finally have something softer than the crappy, horrible-feeling medbay blankets underneath him.
“Can I stay with you for a bit?”Mikey asked, shuffling even closer to the bed, and hugging Mr. Snuggles even tighter. “Everyone else is sleeping and I don’t wanna be alone.”
Donnie patted the spot next to him on the bed, feeling a fond smile slip past his lips. “Hop up here, Micheal.” He said, and his brother did just that, getting cozy right next to him, stuffed animal still firmly in his arms.
Mikey leaves, after a few hours of dozing off and goofing around, the best that two injured turtles can. When he does leave, it is to go help Raph and Papa with something. He says he’ll try very hard, even if his hands are clumsy and bandaged. Micheal scurries out, clearly glad to be helpful, and leaves Mr. Snuggles under Donnie’s protection for a little while.
An hour later, Leo is awake. And walking for some reason. Donatello finds out his twin is awake when he’s the next to pull their curtain back, and saunters towards Donnie’s bed like he wasn’t in the prison dimension less than twenty four hours ago. At least he thinks it’s been less than a day, the turtle lost track of time once the invasion started, and had stopped trying to track it towards the middle of their fight.
“Greetings Nardo.” Donnie says, taking in the state of his brother. This is the most injured he’s ever been, period, if the ungodly amount of bandages indicted anything. Holy moly that was…. a lot of bandages. He distantly hoped none of them were dirty, because of how hard they would all be to change. “Sorry for clinging to you earlier.”
“It's fine.” Leo shrugged, Donnie watching as his twin leaned against the side of the hospital bed. “I think I need that, something touching me that wasn't Kraang.”
“Well, I'm glad I could be of service.” He mumbles, and dangles a hand off the edge of the bed. Just like they used to do, when they were kids and one of them had a really bad nightmare. Leo puts his arm in the most comfortable position he can, and takes it wordlessly with a squeeze. “How’re Raph and Mikey? And the others?”
Leo recited their family members' conditions with a hum, telling his twin all the medical stuff he knew the other really wanted to know. “Raph has some eye and internal stuff, just needs rest and time. It's fifty-fifty on if he can use that eye again. Mikey is pretty upset about his hands, and he’ll have to relearn how to use them, but other than that he's okay physically. Casey said he had a lot worse before and that he can recover quickly, Dad just broke, like, most of his old-ass ribs, and April is in the best condition of all of us. Draxum and Cassie haven’t contacted us yet, so I have no idea how they are.”
Donnie took a second to process all of that, committing all those details to his memory for later reference and worry opportunities when something inevitability went wrong, then nodded. “How about you?”
“I shouldn’t be outta bed, but I hate laying there by myself.” Leo says, predictably not telling Donnie about his own condition and injuries. Which was fine, he’d find them out one way or another eventually. Someone needed to make this idiot rest, and Mikey and Raph didn’t have the bullshit wrangling skills you develop by being twins with Leonardo Hamato.
Donnie sits up with a huff, one of annoyance at his brother's carelessness. He’s covered head to toe and bandages, two of his limbs are in a splint, and he’s walking around like nothing happened. Does he want to not heal!? “Dumb-Dumb.”
“I know.” Leo snorted, leaning his head up to get a better glance at his sibling. “How do you feel?”
“Like shit. When're my injuries healing, dear medic.” He responded, looking down at his brother. He went to grab for the chinese finger trap Mikey had brought, knowing he’d need to stim with something to get through this conversation.
“Two or three weeks, give or take.” Donnie lets out a pained grown at hearing that, and Leo cracks an amused grin in response. Enjoying his twin’s suffering, how dare he, truly. What a cruel man he was. “At least you don't have to wait a month like me!”
“Yet you're still out of bed.” Donnie quipped back, giving the other a pointed look. He really wanted his brother to go back to bed, but knew that was a rare thing normally, and probably would be unlikely for the foreseeable future, until he was healed that is.
Leo cracks a smile, one not from joy, but something else. Something that shouldn’t be in his smile, and it hurts that it is. “Painkillers are a hell of a drug.”
“Idiot.” He mumbled, affection buried under the layers and layers of annoyance.
“I know.” Leo’s smiled faltered, and the frown that crossed his face was almost worse.
“Congrats on saving the world, by the way.” Donnie said, but the words sounded dead, even to him. He did mean it earnestly, a little bit. But he thinks the rest of him is still recovering from the…the everything and the feelings he will never know how to put into words. Because he’s bad with feelings.
Yeah. that .
“You're being nice, what's wrong?” Leo says, somewhat teasingly. He knows Donnie is upset, and is attempting the feelings talk. That’s why his tone is light, to make the process easier for his brother. For both of them. Donatello appreciates when he does that, more than he will ever, ever admit.
“I'm tired and thought you almost died, that's why.” Donnie snorted, his grip tightening on his brother's hand again. He didn’t want to ever let go, not after today, not after the prison dimension, not ever. He wanted to keep this dumb-dumb close and never let go, not until he knew they were all okay again.
Leo let a chirping sound escape from the back of his throat, as if he was trying to be soothing. It only somewhat worked, but both twins probably expected that anyways. “Ya know what, that's fair.”
“Stay?” Donnie mumbled, suddenly understanding how Mikey had felt just hours ago. He very much did not want to be alone anymore. He was finding he hated it actually, and probably would for the next little while. Without his family beside him, lord knows where they could possibly be, or if they were okay. Especially Leo.
“I think Raph would kill me if I left.” Leo giggled, pulling his one good leg up to his chest, so he could rest more comfortably. Donnie would let him on the bed if he didn’t have two splints and a scary amount of bandages that needed to be left undisturbed. “So yeah, I'll stay.”
“Thanks.” Donnie said, handing his twin Mr. Snuggles. He couldn’t keep two fluffy companions all to himself, now could he? And their owner certainly wouldn’t want that either!
“Don't mention it.” Leo took the old bear with a bond smile, and hugged it to his plastron, just like Mikey had done. Donnie did the same with Bunbun, and let the now comfortable silence fill the medbay once again, for what had to be the fifth time that day. Normally, he would hate having no sound, but some days, like today, it is nice to just hear nothing. To just be .
Donatello squeezed his hand once more, and Leonardo squeezed it back, just like he always did.
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maple story and syrup mornings | ksj
a morning with your fiancé, the week he's finally home for good after two long years
tags: jin x reader (f) / ~2.5k words / fluff / slightly suggestive / established relationship, they're engaged! / slice of life / banter! / idol!jin but all it has is mentions of hybe, namjoon, jin returning from the military, a mention of his promise to live stream for army the day he comes back - nothing about "idol life" and it isn't mentioned if yn is an idol or not / also includes: naked seokjin, mentions of his new bulked up physique, swear words, mention of yn gaining weight in the past and that she had been nervous to have sex with jin but it's just a mention, she's pretty confident and happy here :)
note: this was originally supposed to be a very short drabble of only a few hundred words, but.... i got carried away :3 i might post the original one day / i can't believe this is my first jin fic in a while, so many just stay in the drafts and he's always on my mind. i actually have a couple i thought i posted but they're sitting there waiting to be uploaded!!! this can basically be considered a jin version of comfortable, bare, and hungry. i miss jin so much, i'm at a low place rn and thinking of him is bringing me so much comfort. imagining this made me smile when i first thought of it so i hope it does the same for you!! i hope you guys enjoy!! as always, feedback is always welcome! <3
It’d only been a week, but you’d already gotten used to waking up next to Jin again, as you always had. The empty space beside you shook you to your core for half a second as your half-asleep and delirious self feared the worst - that he’d still been in service - and that the past few days were, in fact, a dream. But the faint, familiar sound of his favorite video game, coming from somewhere in your reality, brought you back. He was home.
It’s only when you crawl out of the covers that you realize that you’d still been naked and sweaty from the night before, even aching all over as a result of the hours of passionate lovemaking after so long apart, as well as Jin’s new, bulked up physique. Both the regular sex and his new body would take long to readjust to, especially considering neither of you could keep your hands off of each other, forgetting you weren’t still running on limited time instead of just another day in the rest of your lives together. It brought you comfort to see that, even after spending so much time away from home, Jin was just as he always was and definitely still the man you were more than ready to marry.... even with his typical hobby of gaming, hours before the sun had fully risen. It didn’t make too much of a difference if it happened before or after sleep. Awake too early and still on military time, Jin’s already-enthusiastic gaming commentary was loud and clear, and you listened closely and happily as you slipped into a silky pink pyjama set - one of the many new lingerie and nightwear sets you’d been too naked to wear the past few days...
The early dawn light crept through from below the curtains, lighting the way as you make your way to the living room where your fiancee crouched in the dark facing the television with the controller in his hands and, unmistakably, the same damn sweatsuit he’d been wearing for seven days straight.
“You’re up!” he exclaims before biting his lip for a moment and once again facing the screen in concentration. “My pretty girl. Just a turn, a second,  and… BAH! Okay, I can pause this for a moment. How are you, my love?”
“Jin…. you need to stop wearing Namjoon’s clothes.”
The day he was discharged from the military, Jin had gone straight to Hybe and livestreamed a prepared special celebration for ARMYs on the group’s eleventh anniversary, as he’d promised, before finally returning home to you in clothes that weren’t his own.
“What are you wearing?” you asked him the next morning over breakfast, only realizing his outfit when he re-wore it then... considering you discarded his clothes with close to superhuman speed the second he got home the day before.
“Namjoonie’s clothes. I, uh… didn’t fit into the clothes the stylist prepared for me, so they just gave me this set. It was the only thing left at Hybe that fit him right before he enlisted, considering he'd been bulking up for so long then, too. Nothing in my closet fits either, so….”
Your fiancee had gone red at his explanation, and first vocal admission that he’d obviously gotten much, much bigger while he'd been in service…. He'd always denied it and acted more humble than he should, so you showed him just how much you loved it by taking the clothes off of him in an instant yet again, and spent many, many hours together. The sight and feel of his new body were incredible, to say the least.... but it's been days, and he really didn’t have anything else to wear.
“We already bought new clothes online! It’s not my fault they haven’t arrived yet!” he protests. “And the rest of Namjoon's clothes at Hybe are too small for me - wow, I never thought I'd say that. I can still kinda smell his cologne on it, which is nice, considering how much I miss him, you know?”
“I know, Jin. I can smell it too! And considering you’d been away for so long, I’d rather my fiancée smell like himself instead of his best friend.” You cross your arms over your chest, stepping towards Jin and bending down to bring your face up against the fabric. Not bad, but not your man. A wince was clearly on your face, followed by a pout to match the one on his.
“Honey, I bet you could fit into one of my t-shirts or sweaters and smell like me, the love of your life, instead,” you snark, wondering if he’d ever missed you and your scent all the time you’d been away from one another.
“My love… I tried. Nothing… nothing fits. Besides,” Jin shakes his head, standing up and towering above you before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m devouring you as much as I can.”
Jin's kisses brought you immense pleasure... but the smell was all too distracting. “I love you, honey, but I'm starting to get jealous of you and Namjoon’s shared boyfriend sweater…. Plus, it's beginning to reek.”
Jin wastes no time pulling the sweater off his torso, chucking it somewhere behind you. “Problem solved.”
Your hand quickly finds his nape, pulling at his hair there and almost losing yourself to his touch once again. “Jin… baby, let's shower."
"Mmm," he quietly grumbles against your skin. "I already did, boo, sorry."
"I told you I was looking forward to shower sex with you, Jin!" you protest, pulling away and pouting.
"I'm sorry, my love! I just got so used to working out and showering first thing... Next time," he smiles, pulling your head towards his chest. Feeling his buff chest against your head, you suddenly have no complaints if you had to wait a little longer... it might be nice that Jin is trying to maintain this physique.
"Tell you what," he says, pulling away. "You go shower and, since this is bothering you so much, I'll get the laundry going and throw Namjoon's clothes in. Not only that, I'll make breakfast too. Our signature choco-chip and banana pancakes. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good," you say, smiling and rolling your eyes as you give in.
"Go," he laughs, slapping your ass when you finally pull away.
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"Honey, is that you? Breakfast's ready!" you hear him call.
Done with your shower and haircare, you forego your pyjamas or any other item of clothing, merely wrapping yourself up in a silk robe. Jin had looked too delectable already - you'd be naked with him again in no time.
You didn't expect it to be this soon.
Walking into the living room, you find your fiance, once again, crouched in front of the television and playing his game intently... naked.
"Oh, hey gorgeous," he says upon looking at you. "Let’s eat.”
“Jin.... fucking hell, why are you naked?!" you yelp, taking in the way the streaming sunlight highlighted his body.
"What?" he yelps. "I told you I don't have any other clothes! Let's eat, honey - I'm starving."
"I'm starving too! And I will not be able to eat if you're naked."
“What? A man can’t be naked in his own home?” Jin questions, genuinely confused.
"Not if he's you, looking like that!"
"Honey, I was just as naked hours ago in bed with you. We were both naked right there in the kitchen after lunch yesterday."
"And that was the last time we ate, Jin! Go wear… something. Let’s eat something besides each other, please I'm fucking starving, and you look like a whole ass feast. Jin your...," you stop, licking your salivating lips and proving your point. "There's one thing I want in my mouth right now."
“Baby,” he laughs with a flushed face, almost choking on the bite he’d taken of the banana that had adorned the dish. “I can’t be dressed, and I can’t be naked? Those are a person’s only two options! You’ve seen and felt… all of this…so many times. It’ll likely happen again very soon, and nothing fits! Can’t I just-”
“Are you hungry? Or can we fuck?” you interrupt him angrily, unwrapping your robe and letting it fall to the floor.
“Oh,” Jin moans, melting at the sight of you. “Oh, let me eat you out - that’ll fulfill me.”
“And what about me?” you say with raised brows and a hand on his chest when he wraps his arm around you.
“There’s sixt-“
Before Jin can finish, a loud rumble echoes from his abdomen. Your stomach lets out a similar noise in turn. 
“I’ll get dressed. We’re fucking later.”
“Good. Go." you teasingly push Jin away from you, catching the smile on his face as he reluctantly walks away and towards the bedroom... where he stays for far longer than expected.
“Seokjin-ah?” you call out from the kitchen, dressed in your robe again. “You okay?”
“Don’t you dare laugh.”
The door to your bedroom swings open, and Jin stands by the doorway in a floral skirt of yours paired with one of his regular old Disney t-shirts, so snug on his body like a Y2K babydoll tee and cropped right across his abs.
It was impossible to fulfill Jin's command, and you howl right on cue.
"No. No, you do not get to laugh. You said I had to change. I told you barely anything fits," he says, walking straight up to the dining table while holding back a smile behind his pout, and he finally lets it appear on his face when you inadvertently let out a snort. "Let’s just eat, you dorky, beautiful brat."
The cutlery clangs as you and Jin eat from the same plate, your preferred toppings messily intermixing around the plate. The pancakes were as good as you expected them to be, but it didn’t quite fulfill your appetite. Judging by Seokjin’s silence as he ate, you wondered if the same could be said for him. It was hard to savor any bite you'd taken, as it was just as hard to push away the thought that though he sure looked goofy in his mismatched, oddly fitting clothes... the Kim Seokjin magic was too damn real. With his growing hair sticking to his forehead, abs peeking beneath the shirt, and concentrated expression... he looked delectable as he licked off the fork in his hands. His plump lips are covered in chocolate.... and all you want to do is lick and kiss it off.
“What do you want to do today, Jin?” You'd asked him this question every day, checking in to see if he ever wanted to see anyone else or do anything different. Besides a quick family reunion, he hadn't left the apartment. After years of living on borrowed time, the lifetime you had in front of you together as husband and wife suddenly felt too short. You remember selfishly hoping to spend almost every waking minute with the love of your life while knowing his hobbies, friends, and commitments... and here he stayed.
“Today? Well, I worked out and showered already - might repeat that this evening for your sake, princess. I'll game. Watch a movie with you later? One of the ones I missed in cinemas while in the service. Dinner. You know... I want to do 'at-home-with-my-future-wife things' and continue this domestic bliss.. forever...” he says, finally looking at you. “Is that okay? Anything you want to do?”
“You,” you smirk, and Jin almost chokes on the bite he’d taken. You’d resisted licking that glimpse of his abs all throughout the meal. No more. "I'm disappointed not to hear the same on your list."
"Honey, sex and kisses were a given, but... even now?" he giggles, pointing to the clothes he had on.
"Even now, Mr. Worldwide Handsome.... This is unforgettable, hilarious and still adorable.... but you probably could've just stayed naked."
“I told you. Come here, baby,” he finally chuckles, and you listen, taking the two necessary baby steps to get to him and quickly help take off the clothes he had on. Ignoring the returning ache in your legs in the process, you straddle his naked body on the chair and loosen your robe to give him a full view of your chest and stomach before placing the plate between your two bodies, taking turns feeding one another the final bites of breakfast. 
When the plate is empty save for the disgustingly sweet combination of all your toppings, Jin calls your name to ensure he has your attention as he dips his three fingers into the untouched, decorative mountain of whipped cream before licking it off in one fell swoop, his eyes staring into yours all the way through. Quickly, you wrap your arms around his neck and finally begin to nibble at Jin's chocolatey lips, guiding his hand to your breast while the other is at the small of your back. The forgotten plate between you loses its balance and drops of the syrupy liquid make their way onto your thighs. Jin jerks as you, and he's quick to set the plate back on the table and wipe away the syrup. Though simple, the action makes your legs twitch, and the ache returns.
“Honey… Does it still hurt? I caught you limping." Jin quickly licks his finger clean before gently grazing your thighs as he begins thinking aloud. "If it hurts... should we start taking it easy? I want you, but if you're in pain... Maybe I should skip my morning workouts. If it’s making me rougher-”
You interrupt Jin with a kiss, tugging at his lower lip hard when he tries to pull away.
“Mmm, ow,” he mumbles.
“Want me to stop doing that?”
“Fuck no,” he says, licking his lips. "But it's different, I-"
“It'll just take getting used to, is all," you say, grazing Jin's chest.
"Do you remember what you told me when I gained weight? And I was scared to have sex with you? You told me that if I hurt you, you'd tell me. And you told me you loved my body no matter how it looked like. That's still true, right?"
You confidently ask the question with Jin's head in your hands, knowing the answer.
"Of course, my love. What are you saying?"
"The same goes for you, honey. Don't keep up or get rid of this physique for my benefit. If you want to skip your workouts, skip it. If you want to keep it up, that's fine too. If it hurts too much, if you’re too rough, I’ll tell you… And we keep promises in this relationship, right?"
Jin nods, his gaze fixated on your lips.
"As you said, we can always find another way, too,” you whisper, brushing the hair away from his forehead to place a kiss upon it and pushing your body closer to his. Feeling his length harden underneath you, you kiss him on the lips once more and undo your robe entirely, letting the silk fall down your back and rest bunched up over his thighs. Jin takes in the sight before quickly discarding the silky garment.
“Oh, my love,” he exhales with a tightening grip on your hips. “I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you... just like this."
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gren-arlio · 5 months
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CAUTION: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CRIMINAL?
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(Image made by @kirstenonic05. Huge help on this, so thank you.)
Hello, one and all, it's Gren here. Today is Witch's birthday as well as Halloween, and to celebrate such a momentous occasion for the girl who appears in oh so many of my posts, I'm gonna to do two things besides say happy birthday to her.
An in-depth look on what The Witch has committed, her devious crimes.
How to handle/deal with/tolerate her if you're a random person, or you're a special guy.
Possible prosecution of her. Keyword "Possible".
I basically became Schezo's Private Investigator for a solid few months and today, I'm here to drop it all out for the press to see. Puyo fans are gonna be in shambles tonight.
This will be a detailed tutorial on what happens if you see The Witch, how to deal with her, and what happens if she approaches you. Hope you enjoy this overly elaborate shitpost.
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What IS The Witch?
For those blissfully unaware, The Witch is a wanted criminal, a young 15 year old felon who often resides in the realms of Madou Monogatari and Puyo Puyo, owned formerly by COMPILE, now by SEGA.
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(A rough draft of what the suspect looks like. Be careful. Actual draft of her from Madou Monogatari Saturn.)
She seems harmless, but that's how she gets you. Never trust teenage girls who can brew potions, I learned that the hard way.
Commonly, she's a blonde haired, blue eye teenage girl, about 5'2 (158 CM) and 99 pounds (45KG), seen with a blue robe with tints of white and red, a blue hat and some of the worst shoe game I've ever seen.
However, she has been seen in a green robe with a red amulet, a steampunk outfit, and even cosplay as either Arale Norimaki from Dr. Slump, a literal cat, and Emilia from Re:Zero. (Besides the cat one, all really good alts in Quest design wise and Puyo-N just has good designs.)
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(Video recording of The Witch cooking something malevolent)
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What? Crimes?
You heard me right good folks, as the guy who has documented her misdeeds for weeks on end, (AKA I've been casually researching other games and she appears,) I have found many of her criminal acts, some worse than others, and some shit I definitely made up. Here are a few cases, some of which are somewhat stretching the definition, but it's alright:
Attempted Murder:
Most notably committed in Madou Monogatari Saturn, where whilst getting kidnapped by Incubus, she absolutely torched the man. Could claim self defense but still.
Harassment:
Mostly to Schezo, when you stretch the definition long enough, it can be considered verbal harassment. If you count 4Komas and Compile Club Underground Edition, visual harassment is...certainly on the table.
(Attempted) Petty Theft:
More notable in Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon, where she tries many-a-times to get Schezo's robes, even threatening assault if he didn't.
Assault:
Threatened Schezo with it for his clothes in Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon, saying she'll rip them off.
You may ask, "Aren't Puyo matches assault cases?" And to that, I say...no. Usually, it's a joint agreement. The same goes for Waku Puyo, it's part of the attraction itself, the person somewhat signed up for it. However, I don't think personally trying to rip someone's clothes was part of the rules.
Drugging:
Most noticeable in the Tottemo Puyo Puyo Manga, where she drugged Arle with a love potion to make her fall in love with them, but it failed. Badly.
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(Not many people know this one too much, so I thought I'd show the time where the crime occurred.)
Possession/Distribution of Alcohol to and as a Minor:
In Puyo 20th Anniversary, she just so happened to have something that made our boy Klug feel a tad unwise. Apparently happened to Lagnus too in Quest, but we're unsure, since it came from a 2nd source.
(Also, I know she didn't mean to give Klug it, but...why did she have it anyways?)
Crimes Against Schezo Wegey:
Along with almost every crime here, during the run of Compile, she's committed the worst one of them all: Being a Simp.
Easily the most notable for me, In Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon, she's normal to almost everyone else (she has beef with Rulue for some reason,) but the minute Schezo is in a 2 mile radius, she "forgets" to take her normal pills.
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(Image recording of her harassing Mr. Wegey. She's just saying "it" looks super cool, leaving Schezo confused on whatever she meant, and yes. It's about his clothes.)
Second most notable (for me) is PuyoLympics, where the SECOND he takes off his robe to show the uniform he got, she starts acting a little unwise, to put it bluntly.
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(Prelude image seconds before The Witch commits her worst crime yet. Being a Simp. Also the NicoNico video I saw for this had some of the most down bad dudes ever, don't become them please)
We also must speak about her acting unwise when she saw Madou Saturn Schezo, asking to touch the man.
And how could we forget when she got possessed by Marle, who totally gave her back her Madou conscious after laying dormant for God knows how many years and began her quest of simping yet again?
Saying submit to me, saying that she doesn't know why she feels so desperate for him all of a sudden, and then prolongs the word fun? Marle was scheming that day...
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(First off, somehow I got this with both her eyes closed. Didn't expect that. Second, why does it look like Schezo is grabbing his own name box?)
We can forgive many of her crimes. But we can't forgive this crime specifically.
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What Do You Do When You See The Witch?
Now, most likely, you'd want to report her to the feds, the police if you will. But her world doesn't have police somehow, and that's rough buddy. However, The Witch is a very social person, and might want to talk to you.
This will be a step by step guide on what to do if you're a normal person near The Witch or if you're Schezo. Gotta look out for everyone.
However, for all:
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The Witch is incredibly dangerous, and unless you're a relative, odds are, something malicious WILL be brewing.
Willingly going near her is dangerous as well, but if you live for danger, ignore this section.
For the Everyday Guy:
Keep your distance. The easiest thing to do, thankfully. If you don't approach her, odds are, she won't interact with you unless she wants something.
Don't own a Meteor Grimoire. She can sense that.
If she decides to go near you, do not panic, nor run yet. She has magic, you don't most likely, so unless you want a fireball or a Meteor hitting you, don't run.
Keep the talk short and brief. Prolonged exposure can be detrimental to your health in the long run.
If she asks for something, there's two ways to go around it. You can either give it to her quickly, or be the innocent victim of her next robbery/crime.
Don't try anything she gives you. Ever.
This is a split path. If she tries to take something from you, you can either choose to finally run or fight. Thankfully, she's pretty average at Puyo, so a good player can fend her off.
If everything goes well, she will leave you alone. And if you run, she probably won't chase you that much since you're just kinda a random dude to her.
For Schezo Wegey: (Or People in a Similar Scenario)
Before you even go out, don't wear cool-looking robes.
Don't own a Meteor Grimoire. She will sense that, especially if you're Schezo.
Same with the everyday man, keep your distance. If she spots you, it's absolutely over. Schezover, even.
If she spots you, everything changes now from the everyday man. She wants to approach you, she wants you...r items, or actually legit you. Don't show visible panic. Pretend she's not coming.
There's no shot you're going to be able to keep conversations short, she probably knows that you're trying to leave fast. However, try to keep your responses short enough, but not short to the point that she catches on.
If she asks for You, do NOT panic externally, which is easier said than done. Try to ask to elaborate. If she doesn't, you're fucked. If she does, give the thing to her...unless it's your clothes.
If you run, she's will very much chase you. There's several pieces of evidence for that, and unless you can run 100 meters in maybe 12 seconds, she will catch up to you with her broom. Even then, stamina issues for people, and she flies. Don't risk it unless you're absolutely confident.
This is a situation where you want her to leave first. If you noticed with some of the times Schezo gets harassed, she tended to leave first (Puyo 20th, Waku Puyo,) while in some cases, Schezo got out first (Madou Saturn, PuyoLympics but that went poorly), so try to make her leave first by doing...God know what.
If she tries to fight you, fight back. Self-defense is always good, and if you're Schezo or have a body similar to his, odds are her Meteor will hit you, but you'll survive. He's survived worse, you probably can too.
If everything goes well, you're free. Least for a little longer.
If you lose the fight, and everything else failed, FUCKING RUN. If Schezo can do it upon losing to her in Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon, you can too. Probably. Maybe.
Proof you can probably survive a Meteor:
(The Witch uses her spell...for 66 damage.)
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Let's Say, Theoretically, She Gets Arrested. What Happens?
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(Old image my girlfriend made years ago. Little did we know how it'd end.)
Prosecuting her will very much be a challenge because simply put, there's no damn police in Madou/Primp. Well, good ones at least.
For you see, there ARE police in Primp or Madou as a whole. But in Quest, there's police in Intral City, the place Atari's from, but unfortunately, even in there, they don't exactly do much.
Call up Miles Edgeworth and teleport him here, then we got a shot, or even some other stupid good lawyer.
I'm no Laywer, but I think she'd go to jail for her crimes.
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Conclusion:
The Witch is a very dangerous felon. Armed and Dangerous, it's best to stay as far away as possible, especially if your name is Schezo Wegey or occasionally Arle Nadja. If you see her...well, you have the steps, or you can say fuck it and ball. Your choice.
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And Now, Actual Updates:
I enjoyed writing this, it was fun. With this, I'll repeat myself from last posts.
I'll be taking a 2 week break from this. I'm experiencing minor burnout and I do need a break, I've been doing this consistently for a couple of months now.
I'll also be taking a break during Thanksgiving week, Christmas, and New Years week as well to spend time with family.
Thank you all for your support, it means an absolute ton to me and I'm grateful I have people who actually love my work. Hell, I've even made a few new friends from this, and I couldn't be any happier with the progress I made.
I began this stuff on the notion that no one will read these, but it'd be better to document these sorta things just for fun. Little did I know, a little over 35 followers later, that people would enjoy what I made and the info I share, even if some of it is... somewhat peculiar. The support I've gotten from the community is unreal, and it's genuinely appreciated that you guys care so much. Even you reading this means a lot to me.
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Thanks guys. Happy Halloween. Hope you enjoyed the show.
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writings-ofthe-heart · 7 months
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hello! may i request something where the reader is stargazing with ghost & they accidentally knock the telescope off the roof ?!
the way. i forgot. to save my draft and i was halfway finished. sorry this took a while anon, technical difficulties!!! thank you for requesting!! :3 xx
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader (GN)
Reader decides to surprise Simon with a special date night but.. wait, oops, they might've ruined it.
or
Simon had been with his partner for almost two years now. He never realized how romantic they could be, or how clumsy they could be.
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TW? ; None, just fluff
Side notes ; No use of y/n, this isn't wattpad, no beta we die like men, use of 'you' in place of y/n
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You were never quite the romantic type but today was special. It was your anniversary with Simon! After two years together, through thick and thin, you thought you might put in some extra effort tonight. It was all planned out in a grand scheme, starting with subtle hints.
"Si," You began, leaning on his shoulder as he was busy with paperwork.
"Yes?" He replied, Simon's mind went on autopilot whenever he did paperwork, so you made sure to get his attention by rubbing your cheek on his scruff for a couple seconds. When his blue eyes flickered to you, a ghost of a smile on his face, you knew.
"What's your opinion on stars?"
He looked back down to the stack of papers. "They're.. ok, I guess."
It was the perfect guise, Simon knew you liked to ask him random questions, out of the blue, when he asked you why, you would always just respond with, "'Cause it's fun."
You rolled your eyes at his uncertainty. "Just ok?"
"Yes, just ok."
With a deep, dramatic sigh, you stood. "Ok.. well remember our plan tonight! We're gonna go out on a drive. Dress nice and warm."
Simon shook his head at that.
The hours flew by and by the time the sun had began to fall, sweat was running down your face. Preparing everything had really been exhausting. The telescope had been stowed away but the most work was making the food. They were just snacks but you wanted them to look pretty. It didn't help that the house's AC broke.
Realizing the time, you put away the rest of the food in the basket and carried it to the front door. Running upstairs, you almost tripped on the stairs. A yelp of surprise made it's way to Simon and he got up, shouting out.
"Are you okay?!"
"Yes!! I'm fine!" With your reassured response, he promptly sat down and continued working.
You sighed, relieved. This day can't be ruined. As soon as you reached the room, you were hurriedly changing into the formal attire you had chosen.
When you finish, you walked down the stairs, shouting out, "Simon! Go get ready!"
He grunted in response, setting his pen down. Although his face didn't show it, he was a bit excited to see what you had planned.
You grinned, standing outside the house with everything packed up and ready to leave. Simon walked out of the house, quickly locking the door before turning to you with a ghost of a smile on his stubbled face.
"Ready to go, love?"
"Of course." You replied, heat rising to your cheeks. With that, you both got into the car and without more than a few words on how to get to the destination, he drove off. It took nearly an hour to which he began to ask, "How far away is this thing?"
"Not much longer, hun."
Once you had arrived, his breath was taken. The sun had fully set, a shade of purple filling the sky. You laughed softly, "Just wait, it gets better, come with me."
He grumbled something about how 'it's alright, I'm not impressed or whatever,' under his breath as he took your hand. You had reached a stray building, basically crumbling on the sides. It was very old, and Simon seemed a little shocked on how you even found this. So you explained after a couple raised eyebrows and inspecting the cracked, moss ridden walls.
"Well, me and my friends in college did this trip, we passed by here but everyone was curious about this building, it was in better condition back then, of course, but still. The view from the roof is probably the best thing I've ever seen."
He nodded, keeping quiet as you rambled, his heart expanding at the sound of your voice, the tone of remembrance. This while, walking up many flights of stairs. By the time you had arrived at the top, you were out of breath, a little giggly.
"... Ah.." You sighed, "They were really good friends, I miss them sometimes, but the life I chose is really good as well." Eyes stared up at Simon, love filling your chest. He only stared back, smiling softly.
"Well, let's go then, don't you have a surprise and what not?"
You broke the eye contact, nodding and opening the door. Quickly covering Simon's eyes, you chuckled. "Ok, let me set it up first then." He nodded.
"Do your thing, lovie."
It took about 25 minutes, to set up the blanket and food. Everything was going according to plan, the layout looked pleasant and wasn't cluttered. With a soft smile, you began to unpack the telescope. Simon groaned softly, "Are you still working on it?"
"Yes, just give me a few minutes, I'm almost done."
To that, he only could shake his head, exasperated.
Nearly finished, you put the telescope on the edge, and as you fished out the lens, you heard a 'woosh'
Crack! The sound echoed and you shrieked. "No! You've got to be kidding me." Already near tears, Simon uncovered his eyes scrambling to you. He dragged you away from looking over the edge.
"No,no,no, Simon! That was the whole point of this date! Oh my god, it was so expensive too and now we can't even look at the stars I didn't even bring my binoculars either aw fuck i'm so sorry hun I didn't mean-"
Simon put a finger on your lips. "Darling, listen," He wiped the stray tears from your face. "It's okay. Don't even worry about that. I'll replace it later, we'll see what happened to it after. You worked too damn hard on this for the night to be lost." Simon held you close, kissing the crown of your head.
"Are you sure? What are we even going to do?" You whimpered quietly.
"We can still see the stars, right?" He whispered, "Whatever we do, I'm just glad we're together."
Simon led you to sit down on the blanket, sharing the food you had made. The night was filled with laughs and soft kisses, promises made to fix the telescope and all in all, you enjoyed it.
When the sun began to rise, you and Simon had already taken everything and stashed it away, now you were just staring at the telescope. Its mirrors had all been shattered, the legs were contorted. It was just a big mess, your heart broke a little for it. Simon wrapped an arm around you, shaking you.
"It'll be alright. I told you I'll replace it."
You only nodded. And within a week, a brand new telescope appeared in your room.
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sailorspazz · 6 months
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Inouesatoh Exhibition 2023
In the summer of 2019, Vanilla Gallery in Tokyo hosted an exhibition for Inouesatoh featuring her 10 Dance art. In July 2023, they announced they would be running a second exhibition from September 7th to the 24th, this time additionally including her works from before 10 Dance, serving to also celebrate the 20th anniversary of her manga career. In addition, there would be new 10 Dance goods for sale, as well as some merch from earlier events. After attending the amazing Real 10 Dance event in February 2023, surely I couldn't justify going to Japan twice in one year for 10 Dance related things, could I...? Well, spoiler alert, I did, so below the cut you'll find my report on attending this special exhibition!
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After a rather long trip that included a one-hour technical delay of my first flight and a three-hour weather delay of my second flight due to a typhoon going through Tokyo, I made it to Japan on the evening of September 8th, with my exhibition ticket set for entry at noon on the 9th. After doing various things in the morning such as getting a nice bowl of fresh seafood at Tsukiji, walking around the Hama Rikyu gardens, and stopping by the large Uniqlo in Ginza (where I ended up buying a Magic Knight Rayearth shirt, one of my old fandoms from the 90s lol), I arrived at Vanilla Gallery about 10 minutes before noon, where I saw several other people lined up on the sidewalk. Once the doors opened, we were led down a couple flights of stairs, where the above poster was displayed on one of the landings. Then, after getting to the bottom of the stairs, there were two different rooms labeled A and B. The left side was A, which contained all of the 10 Dance pieces as well as the merch selling area, and the right side was B, which featured Inouesatoh's older works, as well as displays of 10 Dance art reproductions that were available for pre-order. Everyone headed into the A side first, where all of the walls featured either original drafts (for chapter 31 and earlier) or large digital copies (for chapter 32 onward) of manga pages, plus various illustrations such as volume covers and special colored pages. For the earlier chapters you could see things such as white out, corrections, and notes about which screentones should be used. For the later, digitally created chapters, the pages looked mostly the same as how they were printed, except some were larger and showed bits from the edges of pages that were originally cut off and hence not fully drawn in detail or screentoned. There were over 100 pieces on display in total; some of the scenes featured included chapter 11's flirting practice, chapter 15's subway makeout session, the entire farewell dance sequence from chapter 33, and Suzuki and Norman's *ahem* "arrangement" from chapter 38.
The absolute "wow" piece was the new artwork created specifically for this exhibition, featuring Suzuki being a devil and angel simultaneously (and Sugiki indulging people who are into feet lol). I had seen some pics of it on Twitter, but it still surprised me with how impressive (and big!) it was in person. It was the only piece that pictures were allowed to be taken of, so here're the shots I took (due to the lighting, I couldn't really get a shot without reflections, unfortunately):
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I'm absolutely o b s e s s e d with their expressions.
For a sense of scale, here's a picture Inouesatoh and Teacher shared on Twitter:
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In the middle of the room, there was a set-up that included a map of the Ginza area that showed locations used in the series (including their route to Tokyo station from chapter 33), a chair that included an artfully draped dance tuxedo, four sketches of merchandise ideas (one that was used for the stand, one that turned into the angel/devil piece, one that she colored and shared on Twitter before we even knew about the exhibition, and a fourth that hasn't yet been used anywhere, but I hope it will be since it shows a really cool and dynamic pose), several flower arrangements celebrating the exhibition/Inoue's 20th anniversary as a manga artist/her birthday (September 10th), and a guestbook for fans to leave messages. I was wary of writing anything at first, since I don't ever practice hand-writing Japanese, so I know my penmanship is sloppy and I have a hard time writing kanji from memory (I tried turning to my phone for assistance, but alas did not have a wifi connection in that underground level). But I thought I should still try anyway, so I just wrote a short and simple message congratulating her on the exhibition, saying that I'd come from America to see it and it was great.
Here's an image that Vanilla Gallery shared on Twitter that gives a good view of the center and a partial wall:
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I then headed over to the B room, where Inouesatoh's earlier works from 2003 to 2011 were featured. Many of the pages included sex scenes, which somewhat amusingly had bits of black tape covering the naughty bits (I saw a fan note on Twitter that if you looked at them from a slanted angle you could totally see under the tape lol). One of the walls also had information about the signed reproductions that could be pre-ordered for delivery in mid-December. This is an image from the online sales afterward showing the options and prices:
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I didn't place an order at the venue because I wasn't sure if they would deliver outside of Japan, and didn't know if my friends who live there would be available to receive the artwork in that timeframe. Instead, I waited until afterward and placed a proxy order for the new piece through Buyee.
There were other items available to purchase on site, so I indulged myself in a bunch of merch! On my first trip to the register, I picked up the tote bag, washi tape, art books for both this exhibition and the previous one, the acrylic stand, two blind pack keychains, and six blind pack art cards. The art cards included five regular designs and one rare special (the new angel/devil piece), and I hoped I could get all of them in one go. I tried to quietly open the packs to see if I'd gotten lucky, and while I did get all of the regular designs, no special was among them. So I bought a second round of six cards, plus two more keychains just because. Again I checked to see if I had gotten the one I wanted, but all I had was doubles/triples of the five regular designs. So I gave it one more shot, six more cards, and again ended up with duplicates. At that point, I figured I shouldn't let myself keep gambling since I'd probably just get more and more duplicates of the ones I already had, so I sadly accepted my fate lol. At least there's a beautiful print of the new art piece in the catalog book for me to stare at (plus the signed version that'll be coming my way in December!)
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After the event ended, they started selling the exhibition catalog and acrylic stand online, which can be found here. Also available is a separate catalog featuring her pre-10 Dance works (assuming the split is because her earlier series are owned by a different publisher). That book is sold here.
Though I had wanted to visit some more of the sites used in the series that I didn't get to see on my previous visit (when I had been racing against the clock as it got dark), ultimately I didn't end up having time to go on a full pilgrimage. However, on my last day just before heading to the airport, I wanted to at least visit one of the most important series locations and take a few photos with the adorable acrylic stand. So here I present to you, the Shinyas having a date in their favorite park!
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Overall, it was a short but fun trip! I'm glad I was able to go to this exhibition, to see the original drafts in person and admire the craft that went into them. Also to feed my need for merch; I'm so happy to indulge in a more direct form of support than the secondhand goods I've bought before. I hope that this event was considered a success and let Inouesatoh feel the love and encouragement from her fans, inspiring her to keep pushing onward in her now two-decade career in manga!
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wildfl0wer-meg · 1 year
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Tonight’s About You, Baby Boy - poly!cashton
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i made a similar fic to this a while ago called “Secrets” and it’s poly!cake. I also wrote this months ago and it's just sat in my drafts. Anyway....
warnings: oral (male giving/ male receiving, afab receiving), m/m, m/nb. cursing, semi-public sexual situations, unprotected sex in a relationship, light power dynamics, nicotine use, mentions of smoking weed.
Calum Hood x Ashton Irwin x nb!OC
word count: 2.6k
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Ashton’s eyes flash over to Calum for what seems like the thousandth time. Calum was lying back on the couch, his bass in hand as he lazily attempts to come up with his part for their newest WIP.
Ashton just couldn’t seem to focus on his work today. He wasn’t sure what it was but Calum was stealing all of his attention.
“Cal,” he calls over finally, his boyfriend looks at him questioningly, as does Luke and Michael. Ashton swallows trying to find what to say. “Uh— do you think you could help me with something real quick?” he asks, mouth going dry, and Calum raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk appearing on his lips.
“Sure,” Calum chuckles and sits up. Everyone looks at Ashton questioningly and he’s quick to figure himself out.
“It’s not related to the song, I just need to figure out what I’m doing for Eve for our anniversary coming up…” he says, “I have a couple ideas but can you help me real quick?”
Calum holds back a laugh, Ashton already had figured out what he was doing for his and Eve’s anniversary, him and Calum had stayed up all night a few weeks ago planning a short trip to the mountains, just the three of them, and they’d even went as far as to plan a fake trip for Calum so it wasn’t suspicious to anyone.
“Yeah but let’s not bother them,” Calum says and stands up, stretching his arms over his head and Ashton’s eyes flash to the section of Calum’s stomach and hip that’s revealed when his shirt rises.
Ashton leads the way out of the studio, Luke and Michael both awkwardly laughing in confusion as the two leave, and as soon as their out Calum turns to his boyfriend, eyes crinkling as he smiles.
“You’re so full of shit, you know that?“ he asks and leads them into the family bathroom, locking the door behind them.
“Im sorry but you just look so good today,” Ashton smirks, his hands gluing themselves to Calum’s arms that are exposed by his ripped muscle tee. Calum bites his lip and leans against the sink as Ashton pushes into him and connects their lips.
Their relationship had been official for almost a year. It started as a hookup, Ashton and his partner Eve had invited Calum over to hang out one night, as they did many times. After one too many drinks and some heavy flirting from the couple who (little to Calum’s knowledge) had discussed a threesome with Calum many times, Calum found himself in their bed, making out with both of them.
It took four more hookups for them to decide that they liked each other more than just friends with benefits and so their relationship began.
Calum’s hands sneak under Ashton’s shirt, holding onto his sides as he deepens the kiss and he lightly grinds up against his boyfriend who pulls away and smirks.
“How long do you think we have before they look for us?” Ashton asks, glancing at the closed door and Calum smiles, slowly sinking to his knees in front of him.
“Long enough for me to blow you,” he says, and Ashton lets out a shaky breath and switches their places so he can grip onto the sink for stability as Calum unzips his pants and pulls him out.
Calum quickly gets to work. His mouth wrapping around Ashton as he bobs his head and sucks lightly. He opens his eyes and looks up at the man who groans when he sees him.
Ashton reaches down to softly run his fingers through Calum’s hair, and when the man on his knees relaxes his throat to get Ashton down as far as he can, Ashton’s grip tightens as he lightly pulls and Calum moans, the vibrations rushing up Ashton.
“Cal–“ he moans, “I’m gonna…” He cuts himself off with a soft groan when Calum speeds up, wrapping his hand around the base of his older man’s cock as he focuses on the tip.
Ashton’s grip tightens once again when he releases, Head falling back and a groan leaving his mouth. Calum swallows his load and sits back his legs to catch his breath. Ashton does the same while leaning against the sink and when he finally recovers he reaches down to fix his boyfriend’s hair and help him up.
“You okay?” he asks, while pulling him in for a hug. Calum nods, leaning his head on Ashton’s shoulder for a moment before pulling away.
Ashton looks between them at Calum cock straining against his jeans and chuckles. “Want me to help?” he asks and Calum shakes his head,
“We need to get back in there,” he says, “Maybe you’ll be able to focus on the song now,” his teasing grin makes Ashton roll his eyes.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay?” he cups Calum’s face and Calum smiles and nods, he knows Ashton means it, and he also knows that means Eve will be there as well.
Ashton goes back first. “Calum stopped at the restroom,” he says and sits back down.
“Did you figure out the present?” Luke asks and Ashton nods,
“Yeah, I think i’m taking them on a trip,” Ashton says, “Now i just need to figure out when,”
Calum walks back in, sending Ashton a teasing grin before he sits down,
“Cal said he’s planning on going on a small trip the week of our anniversary so we might go then so that’s only a week we’re not all together,”
Luke and Michael both nod in agreement and the room goes back to silence, the only noise being their instruments and Luke’s occasional hum.
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Calum walks into the house first. He rubs his face as he enters, a smile filling his face when Duke runs over to him. “hey bubba,” he smiles and falls to his knees to pet his dog.
Eve hears the door open and hurries down the stairs to find their boyfriends. “hey!” they smile and Calum stands up to catch them in a hug.
“You have a long day today?” Eve asks and Calum nods with a small chuckle.
“Ask our boyfriend what we did today,” he says and as if on cue, Ashton walks in. Eve looks at their other boyfriend who raises an eyebrow,
“What?” he asks, eyes flashing to Calum, and Calum smirks.
“What did you guys do today?” Eve asks, completely lost as their boyfriends exchange a look and the tension in the room builds.
“Ash was being horny all day,” Calum chuckles, “made up an excuse for us to leave the studio so i could blow him,”
Eve laughs, looking at Ashton who just smiles at the acquisition and surrenders his hands in the air.
“I mean look at him,” he motions to Calum, “how am i supposed to focus on my work when this fucking god is sitting next to me,”
Calum blushes, and Eve just giggles. “So did you return the favor, Ash?” they ask and Ashton smirks,
“No, i was wanting some help with that,” he walks past his partners and into the kitchen where he gets a cup of water. Caulk steps back to admire Eve.
They were only wearing one of Calum’s oversized shirts, and he would bet on them not wearing shorts under it, they never were. His hand find their waist and they take a breath.
“You’re gonna be good for me?” he asks but it’s more of a command, Eve nods, eyes wide and innocent. Ashton watches them, and finally speaks up when they just stare at each other for a moment too long.
“What do you want, Cal?” he asks from across the room, and the man swallows as he processes the question in his head. His eyes flash to Ashton as he licks his lips.
“I wanna go to our room,” he says and Ashton nods, motioning for him to go, which he does after grabbing Eve’s hand to drag them along.
Ashton’s always in charge, even if he’s not actively taking part in the moment. Calum doesn’t always admit it, matter of fact it’s one of the biggest things him and Ashton tease each other over, but when it comes down to it, Calum needs Ashton to lead him and Ashton is happy to do it.
Ashton follows them upstairs and smiles when he sees Calum with Eve pinned under him. His lips are on their neck and their eyes are closed as Calum leaves a few marks.
Ashton watches them as he sheds his shirt and climbs onto the bed. He sits up on his knees and lets his hand wander under Calum’s shirt. he gently scrapes his nails on the man’s hot skin and Calum slowly sits up, letting Ashton take off his shirt before connecting their lips.
Eve opens their eyes to watch their boyfriends slowly make out. Ashton’s hand goes down Calum’s pants and gropes him, making the younger man moan into his mouth.
“Tonight’s all about you, baby boy,” Ashton says as he pulls away. Calum would normally pretend to hate the pet name, but he doesn’t fight it as he turns back to Eve and tug at their shirt before helping them sit up and take it off.
His eyes fall to look at the skinny silver bars going through their nipples, he bites his lips, that’s one thing he’ll never get tired of seeing.
His hands slowly trail down their body until they reach the band of their panties and he slowly takes them off, sliding them down their legs before getting between them. He smirks up at them after kissing their thighs, lips ghosting over where they need him the most.
Calum’s knows he’s good with his mouth. No matter what he knows that he can never let anyone down with head, and it’s just a bonus that he enjoys it.
Ashton sits back to watch as Calum dives in. Eve’s head rolls back and they moan out, hand shooting to the man’s hair.
After a moment they open their eyes and they make contact with Ashton who palms himself through his pants. “Tell Calum that he’s making you feel good,” Ashton demands, and Calum looks up at Eve as he slows.
“Fuck Cal,” Eve moans, “You feel so good, i’m gonna cum,”
Calum smirks as pulls up for just long enough to mumble, “want you to come on my tongue,” and he goes back in.
It’s not long before they are. They let out a loud moan of Calum’s name as they cum, eyes squeezing shut and toes curling. Calum continues to eat them out, waiting until they’re flinching at his touch before pulling away.
He sits up, out of breath and Ashton connects their lips again. He moans at the taste of Eve in Calum’s lips and reaches down to slowly stroke Calum.
“How do you want to get off?” he asks, and Calum glances at Eve.
“Can you handle me fucking you, baby?” he asks, and Eve nods quickly, eyes desperate.
“Please,” they beg and Calum turns to Ashton.
“Can i help you out?” he asks and Ashton rolls his eyes,
“Stop worrying about me,” he chuckles, “i what to see you cum in them,”
Ashton doesn’t have to ask twice and Calum is stripping off his pants and lining himself up with Eve, slowly pushing in.
Ashton takes off his own pants before stroking himself. He paces himself at Calum’s speed as he watches.
Calum moans when Eve tightens around him as he bottoms out. He leans forward, keeping himself propped up with his hands on either side of his partner. He connects their lips, taking advantage of their moans to explore they’re mouth. He doesn’t take long to feel his climax nearing and he quickens his pace.
“–gonna,” he’s cut off by his own pants and soon his releasing into Eve. He rests his head on their chest as he stills, breaths heavy as he recovers for a moment before pulling out.
Calum falls to the side just in time to watch Ashton cum into his hand and he smiles goofily.
Eve rolls over to cuddle into their boyfriend and Calum happily pulls them into his chest. Ashton goes into the connected bathroom and come back with a couple wash cloths for them to clean up.
“I need a smoke,” Calum mumbles to his partners after he’s cleaned up and puts on a pair of pajama pants,
He reaches into his jeans from earlier to pull out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. Ashton kisses his forehead as he passes by. “I can start on dinner,” he says and Eve lies in bed watching them.
“I’ll find a movie?” they suggest and Calum smirks,
“Pack a blunt for us?” he asks and they happily nod watching as their boyfriends leave the room.
Calum walks outside to the front porch and sits on the steps before lighting the smoke. He breathes in the nicotine and closes his eyes to enjoy the burn in his lungs.
“Calum?” the voice snaps him out of his head and he opens his eyes to see Michael. The blond haired man looks at him confused.
“Why’re you here?” he asks and Calum stutters,
“Uh– I’m just– Um Ash invited me over to go over a few other things,” he curses himself for the poor excuse as he stares at his friend. He takes a moment to look down at himself. His shirtless chest, and baggy pajamas pants, it’s obvious he’s not just hanging out.
Michael just stares at him, “What?” he asks as if he didn’t hear what he said and the front door opens, Ashton walking out looking in the same condition as Calum.
“Babe–“ Ashton starts but he freezes when he sees Michael and his heart drops.
His eyes flash to his boyfriend who looks like he’s about to cry as his cigarette burns out in his hand.
“What is happening?” Michael asks and Ashton sighs, opening the door wider,
“Just come in,” he says, defeated and Calum stands up as well, putting out his cigarette he barely smoke to follow them inside.
Eve is on the couch, a mango zipzag in hand doing as they were told. Their eyes go wide when they see Michael and quickly grabs the blanket on the back on the couch to make sure they’re covered since they’re only wearing Ashton’s shirt he had on earlier.
“You guys are having a smoke session together?” Michael asks confused and Calum bites his lips trying to figure out if they should lie or not as he glances over at Ashton,
“Maybe we should call Luke?” Ashton suggest and Michael nods his head slowly as he tries to connect the dots.
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“A year!?” Luke shouts and Calum chuckles awkwardly, “You’ve hid this for a year? Did you think we’d be mad?”
“We didn’t want you to think it’d affect the band,” Ashton tries to explain. Michael’s eyes bounce between the three of them before he shakes his head,
“How did you manage to keep it secret?” he asks finally,
“Lots of make out sessions in bathrooms,” Calum says and Ashton elbows him as the younger man laughs.
Michael raises an eyebrow, “So today….” he trails off and Ashton nods,
“Yeah…” he chuckles awkwardly.
“I wish you would of told us!” Luke sighs, “We’ve been teasing Calum for months when he shows up late with new hickies and sex hair, we would’ve made fun of you too if we knew you were part of that,”
Ashton rolls his eyes and glances at his boyfriend. Michael shakes his head in disbelief. “I’m happy for you,” he finally says and Luke nods in agreement.
They share a laugh before silence falls between them so they can take in the information.
“Wait,” Luke says, “Wildflower about this fucker?” he motions to Ashton and Calum’s cheeks turn red as he looks away.
“Oh my god!” Michael yells and they laugh harder as they continue to connect the dots for their relationship and how they’ve hid it for a year.
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A/N:
hi, i’m back
i’ve fell back into my 5sos phase for the 5835295th time
anyways send me requests and maybe i’ll get around to them sometime :)
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autumn-sweet-fae · 2 years
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Oh boy, I bet once Ingo gets a good hold of his memories once he's finally back home he's not going to like those particular memes that were targeting Emmet at all. Also, 'health scare' ?! Hello!?! What hammer is my boi Emmet 'bout to get hit with now?
The way I see it, there’s no way workaholic like Emmet isn’t going to try and keep going full steam ahead even when it feels like his world is falling apart. He just wants to keep on scheduale and keep the Battle Subway going, even if he has to run both the single line and the double line himself. (He can’t bring himself to step foot into the multi line)
This was during the first year of Ingo’s disappearance so he was also trying to find Ingo and spread the word of his disappearance while also doing his job as a subway boss and looking after both their teams alone. Eventually the physical and mental exhaustion got the better of him and caused an accident at the station.
Honestly, for the week that I’ve had this ask in my drafts, every time I try to write what happened that made Emmet step back/made others take notice he was spiraling, my brain just wanders to nartotheelar fantastic comics. The ones where Emmet faints from exhaustion and almost falls onto the tracks in front of an oncoming train. Those are some of my favorite comics and exactly how I imagine Emmet was dealing with Ingo’s disappearance in the first year. And the fact that the near death experience could easily have been misunderstood as a suicide attempt by and onlooker is so good! And then Emmets determination to stay alive so to be here to welcome Ingo home! Okokok I’m done gushing. Anyway, until such time I can think of something myself, that how I like to imaging it going.
Good news is that after (insert near death experience here) Elesa refused to leave his side and started dropping by a lot more and not letting him drown himself in work again. Same for Drayden and the others in his life like his co-workers.
I could also see him getting help beyond just friends and family, like seeing a therapist for a while. He told himself he had to get better for Ingo, so that when his brother returns he wont have to worry over Emmet.
He’s not moved on from Ingo’s disappearance, he doesn’t think he ever can, not without a body or some sign of what became of his brother. But he does learned to manage his grief, and when he can’t do that, how to recognize it at least or ask for help if he needs it. He still has bad days, like the third anniversary of Ingo’s disappearance. That one hit him especially hard due to Ingo officially being declared legally dead.
(And then, two months later, Emmets whole world get thrown upside down with his brothers sudden return, in Sinnoh of all places)
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Congratulations on the musical and good luck with the production! How much work was it? What was your previous hardest thing you've made?
Thank you! It's been years in the making, I'm excited to finally be at the finish line. Explaining how much work it is is kind of tough, because there's different levels to the answer. And the second question, well, we'll get to that.
I started a stopwatch when I started writing back in May, running it only while I was actively writing, and stopping when I finished the first draft of the words and music. That was just over 1,000 hours, almost to the minute. Since then, I haven't kept a stopwatch, but I've kept working, on things like reorchestration, formatting, bowings and suggested fingerings for difficult passages (like nearly a page worth of harmonics and artificial harmonics), not to mention logistical things like coordination with the director, recruiting actors (which involved a lot more rice than you'd think), and practicing my part since I'm playing Mary in the workshops.
However, the idea has existed for about 7 years. Just before the 200th anniversary of Frankenstein in 2016, my dad had this idea for a musical. I have done research sporadically over the years, written lines (the opening line of the 11 o'clock number was the first thing I wrote for the whole show, back in October of 2015), etc. My research file is about 120 pages of my writing, plus excerpts from about 20 different published works by about a dozen different authors.
I couldn't have done any of this without my training, though. I started composing back in 2000, before I even finished kindergarten. I used to write down melodies during naptime. I started actually writing full pieces in high school (often during computer programming class), in about 2009 I want to say. I didn't have formal instruction in composition until 2013, when I went to the Brevard Music Institute for it, studying with Robert Aldridge and David Dzubay. I then earned a Bachelor's of Music in Composition at Converse College, where I studied primarily with Dr Scott Robbins, in 2017.
I started studying music in general with the violin when I was 2 years old, with the Suzuki method. I started studying under the Galamian method in about 2008, and continued that through college, with either teachers trained by teachers trained by Galamian, or with first generation Galamian students like the wonderful Sarah Johnson, who taught me while I was at Converse. She was actually one of the big reasons I went there. I then returned home and ended up pursuing my graduate studies under the tutelage of primarily Lee Chin Siow and secondarily Yuriy Bekker, finishing during the pandemic, culminating in a solo recital consisting of Bach, Paganini, and Ysaye.
I first played in a pit orchestra for Singing in the Rain, in 2013. I have since played in I don't even know how many productions of both musical theatre and opera, at every level (amateur, community, college, and professional) and I can't help but blur the lines between the two. Honestly, playing in the pit gave me more awareness and experience than you could possibly imagine, that translated a lot to my composition of the show.
Sorry for such a long answer to your first question. Now the second!
Quantifying 'hardest' is, in a word, relative. I would say that the hardest thing I ever did objectively speaking was either learn to jump rope (it took little disabled 4 year old me a year of daily practice to learn), or to play twinkle (I was 2 when I started, it took me almost 2 years). But in retrospect, both of those things seem laughably trivial now.
Actually, every answer I could give seems laughably trivial now. College was fine, even my math degree, grad school was hard but I did it. Yeah I got kicked out of high school (that's a whole thing) but I was enrolled in a new school in a week and graduated with honors. I've written musicals before, but they fizzled into nothingness. I've learned pieces that were hard while I was learning them, but now they're in my back pocket.
This musical is just a whole new level for me. I wrote it after two things happened: one externally, and one internally. I suffered a great trauma that will impact my life for its paltry remainder, and in surviving that, I had a moment of clarity, or maturity, or something along those lines. I realized I was finally ready to write this, my magnum opus.
I didn't just write a musical. I wrote a musical while rebuilding my body, rebuilding my mind, and rebuilding my life. I'm still not whole. I may never be whole. I'm waiting on a settlement that, let's be honest, won't help fill the void no matter how much it is. My vision is permanently bad now, my concussion has left permanent marks on my brain in a very physical sense, I'm still in physical therapy, I struggle to eat solid foods because of the pain, I may never ride a bike again, etc.
So 'hardest' is a really, really high bar for me. Nothing in my life in the past seems nearly as difficult. The most difficult piece I ever learned is either Ysaye 2, Shosty violin concerto, or Paganini concerto 1, but all of those feel easy now that I know them. I have written three major musical projects before that involved musical theatre, but again, none of them were of this magnitude and they will never see the light of day. I've written drafts of books that will never be read, symphonies that will never be heard, painted portraits that will live in my attic until I die. Wow I have a lot of free time.
I'm sure that once this musical is done and I'm on to my next, my perception will change again. But for now, there's no comparison.
Thank you for the chance for introspection. I really appreciate it, you made me think!
Cash
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Genre: fluff Words: 2245 Prompt: Haneul x Miyoung
Warnings: none :]
A/N: For those who aren’t knee-deep into @flowerboykun’s and my Hybridverse lore: Haneul is Pupno’s son and Miyoung is Bunmin’s daughter. I thought I'd quickly whip something fluffy with Haneul and Miyoung up since Mia wasn't feeling well and it's suddenly 12:30 at night :]]] Mia, I hope you like this when you read this after work and it can make you smile!!
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It had been a while since Haneul had been on this side of campus. Smiling, he watched the students swarm out of the building Miyoung’s last class of the day was currently taking place. He used to pick her up often when he was still attending even if he had to run over from all the way from the other side of campus where his classes used to be. But after graduating and after accepting the job at an architectural office in the city center, he barely ever made it to pick her up again. But since today was a very special day, Haneul had asked his boss to leave a little earlier, explaining that it was his and Miyoung’s anniversary and he wanted to surprise her. Luckily, his boss had agreed since Haneul had already finalized the draft for one of their big projects that was coming up: A remodeling of an old building into a modern apartment complex. 
“Haneul?” “Hey baby bun,” he smiled when Miyoung tore him from his thoughts, “You look beautiful.” “Oh shut up, you saw me getting ready this morning,” she blushed, playfully slapping his chest. “Still beautiful,” he smiled, pulling her in by her waist to press a sweet kiss to her lips while his tail was wagging widely, hitting his pant leg over and over again. While that wasn’t uncommon, he still could feel Miyoung smiling into the kiss.  “What are you doing here?” Miyoung asked when they parted again, taking in how Haneul was still dressed in the suit he had worn to work, just missing the tie she had straightened out for him before he had hopped into his car. “Picking you up for dinner, of course,” he smiled, “We have a reservation.” “We do?” “Hmm,” he hummed, his ears twitching. “But. As lovely as you look right now, you have to change for me.” “Huh?” “Be quick, we still have to drive a little,” was all he gave as an explanation before taking off his backpack to hand it over to Miyoung. “You could have just told me to wear something different this morning,” she rolled her eyes, accepting the beat-up backpack Haneul had already used during high school and handing him over hers in return. “You’ll know why,” he just said sheepishly, gently patting her on the butt, “Off you go.” Narrowing her eyes at him, Miyoung let out a defeated sigh before she nodded and walked back into the building to find a bathroom to change it. “Love you!” She heard Haneul call after her and even after hearing it daily for two years, it still brought heat to her cheeks and made her heart flutter. 
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Quickly checking if all the stalls in the bathrooms were empty, Miyoung put Haneul’s backpack onto the sink so she could open the zipper to pull out the bag he had stuffed inside. It was from a store she really liked to shop at but she hadn’t been there in a while. Curiously, she pulled the bag out to look at the garment that was inside. Gasping audibly, she gawked at the beautiful red summer dress. Haneul must have bought it recently since she didn’t recognize it. Smiling to herself, she slipped out of her clothes and into the dress that fit her perfectly. Haneul had definitely sneaked through her clothes. There was no way he knew her size without it. When she was just about to stuff her clothes back into the backpack when she was something else stuffed into the bottom: The brush she always used to groom her fluffy hears and her makeup bag. Shaking her head with a fond smile, Miyoung quickly combed through the tangled bits of her ears and hair before only barely touching up her makeup, merely applying some of the lipstick Haneul had put in the little pouch. She quickly ran a hand through her hair again and cast one last look into that bathroom mirror before grabbing Haneul’s backpack to not make him wait any longer.
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Outside, Haneul had patiently been waiting for Miyoung to put on the dress he had bought last week in hope that she would like it at least half as much as he had liked it. When he spotted Miyoung again, his ears immediately perked up and he felt his tail starting to wag again. “Hey,” Miyoung greeted him, shyly toying with the ends of her ears how she always had done it when she was nervous ever since she was a child. “Hi,” Haneul replied dumbly, gently taking her hand into his to twirl her around in a little spin to hear her sweet giggle. “You like it?” He asked almost shyly, pulling the smaller bunny hybrid to his chest, both hoping she could and couldn’t feel his furiously beating heart. “It’s beautiful,” she smiled up at him, winding her arms around his shoulders, “Thank you.” “Happy anniversary.” “Happy anniversary,” she echoed before leaning in to kiss Haneul, not a care in the world what any students would think that came walking by.  “We should get going,” Haneul eventually whispered against Miyoungs lips. “We don’t wanna miss our reservation.” “No we don’t,” he giggled, pressing a last quick kiss to her forehead. “Wait,” she pulled him back with a smile on her lips, gently cupping his face, “I got my lipstick all over you.” As gently as she could, she rubbed away the stain, giggling when Haneul gently bit into her finger in the process. “Stupid puppy,” Miyoung jokingly scolded him. “You love this stupid puppy,” he teased, kissing the tip of the finger he had bitten before. “I do. I love you a lot,” she admitted, winding her arms around his middle to hug him close. “We really need to get going though,” Haneul mumbled, putting his chin on her head, only barely moving it to rub a little more of his scent onto her. “Let’s go then,” she smiled up at him. “Let’s go,” Haneul agreed, holding out his hand for Miyoung to take.
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Just as Haneul had hoped, Miyoung ended up loving the small italian restaurant in the neigborhood they had grown up in that he had chosen for their anniversary date. They spent the time reminiscing old memories and making fun of how stupid they had been during their teenage years and the first few years of college, dancing around each other and the fact that they were madly in love with each other. “We really were so stupid,” Miyoung giggled, taking another sip of her wine. “But we made it in the end,” Haneul smiled softly, grabbing her hand over the table to gently stroke the back of it. “It only took us a pregnancy scare to finally admit we’re in love,” she smiled lopsidedly, squeezing his hand. “Once we actually have kids, we gotta think of a better story to tell them.” “Don’t say that,” Miyoung whined, “I want to be a handful of years into my career before we’re even thinking about kids.” “Whenever you’re ready,” Haneul sighed dreamily. “Stop thinking with your knot, stupid,” she laughed, kicking his shin beneath the table. In lieu of an answer, he simply shot her a cheesy wink which only earned him another kick against the shin. “So no anniversary sex?” “Haneul!” Miyoung whisper-yelled at him, looking around the restaurant to see if anyone had heard him. “Sooo..?” “You’re ridicoulus,” she sighed, “I’m supposed to be the one with the high sex drive, not you.” “You’re just too pretty,” Haneul simply shrugged his shoulders, a wide grin on his lips. “Stooop,” Miyoung whined, playing with the ends of her ears again. “My pretty baby bun,” he kept going, always delighted by her reactions to his teasing and flirting. “Stoop, seriously,” she whined, hiding her heated face behind her fingers. 
“Can I get you anything else?” The waiter that had been tending to them all night suddenly materialized at their table. He probably had been respectfully approaching them but like so often when he was with Miyoung, Haneul only had eyes for her. “I don’t think so?” Haneul asked, looking toward his girlfriend. “No thank you,” she smiled politely, a lovely blush still coloring her cheeks. “But I’d like the check, please.” “Of course, I’ll be right back,” the waiter nodded, quickly hurrying back over to the cash register. 
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“Let’s go for a walk before we head home,” Haneul proposed when they stepped out of the restaurant and into the cool air of the late-summer night. “Oh?” Miyoung giggled, “You don’t want to get me into a bed the fastest way possible?” Narrowing his eyes at her, he playfully snapped his teeth at her, his ears pulled back. “I can control myself very well.” “Sure, Neul, sure,” she laughed, “Where to go?” “Down here,” Haneul gently pulled on her hand, leading her down the street they had walked so many times as kids. Miyoung’s hand clasped in his and running away from his sister for fun when they were supposed to all play together in the playground Haneul had planned to take her tonight. 
“You remember this place?” He asked lowly, afraid his voice would crack and show his nervousness when he’d talk any louder. “It’s the playground we used to go play in,” Miyoung smiled brightly, pulling him thorugh the creaking gate. “It all seems so much smaller,” she giggled when they walked past the jungle gym. “Remember when I had to lift you up so you could reach those bars?” “I was so jealous that Aerum could already reach them on her own and I couldn’t,” she smiled, “But you were so proud that you could boost me up.” “I was,” Haneul agreed, squeezing her hand to guide her over to the swings where the seats somehow seemed to have shrunk since the last time he had been here. “We always demanded that you should push us on there,” the bunny hybrid retold the story, letting go of Haneul’s hand to step into the sand so she could sit down on the swing. “I was always afraid I’d hurt you,” he chuckled, “You really were very small a kid.” “You and Aerum were just big,” she pouted, only barely swinging back and forth. 
“No, you’re just my baby bunny,” he smiled, fighting against his emotions that made tears spring to his eyes, “Will always be.” “Why do you look like you’re about to cry, baby?” Miyoung asked, clearly confused by his change in mood. “Miyoung... I-,” gathering all his courage, he took a deep breath before he reached into his pocket to pull out the small jewelry box that had felt as heavy as a piece of lead ever since they had stepped out of the restaurant. “Haneul what?” Before Miyoung could finish her question, Haneul had already gone down on one knee in front of her, opening the little mechanism that made the box spring open with shaking hands to show her the delicate golden band with a little heart-shaped diamond he had picked up from the jewelers the moment the money from his first paycheck had been transferred to his account. “Miyoung. I- I know this might be a little fast but I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can think and- And I- I just. You’re the most important person in my life and I never want to not be able to call you mine. So. Just.” He briefly interrupted himself to take a deep breath, gathering all his courage to meet Miyoung’s eyes which were also already brimming with tears. “Na Miyoung, will you marry me?” “Yes. Oh my god, yes,” she immediately answered, all but throwing herself off of the swing and into his arms, trusting that he would catch her how he had always caught her both physically and emotionally their whole lives, “Yes, I’ll marry you.” “I love you so much,” Haneul hiccuped, winding his arms tightly around Miyoung’s body to press her against his chest. “I love you more than anything else,” she echoed, her voice wet with tears. “Even more than those vegan tacos at the store down the street?” He tried to joke. “Of course, you idiot,” she laughed, wiggling out of his hug to cup his face instead, “I love you, you big stupid puppy. Have ever since I knew what love was.” Just before Haneul’s tears could finally spill, she leaned in to kiss him, rendering his mind blissfully numb. 
“Put it on me,” Miyoung whispered when she broke the kiss, holding out her hand to him. “Ye-Yeah,” Haneul stuttered, willing his hands to stop shaking so he wouldn’t drop the ring before he could even try to slip it onto her finger. “Lee Miyoung,” she smiled at him, admiring how the stone twinkled even in the low light a streetlamp was providing in the playground, “I’ll be a Lee.” “Yeah you will,” Haneul chuckled, “The first Lee bunny.”  “I can’t believe you proposed to me in our old playground,” Miyoung sighed, letting her weight sag against her now fiance. “I guess it’s extra special now,” he smiled, gently pressing a kiss to her hair. “It’s always been extra special,” she argued, nuzzling against where his scent was the strongest, just above the collar of his shirt. “You’re right baby bun.” “Say the other thing. I wanna hear it.” “Lee Miyoung.” “That’s right, I’ll be Lee Miyoung,” she giggled.
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Warrior’s Blues 2 Year Anniversary event is coming!
It is fast approaching the two year anniversary of the day when @stressedspidergirlsfandomblog triple dog dared me to post the first chapter of what I thought at the time was going to be a fairly short fic riffing on the theme of Pride. On June 25th 2020 I let Warrior’s Blues out into the wild. It is, in fact, the very first thing I posted to Tumblr, and let me tell you I was not expecting to get so emotionally involved with this story and these characters! But two years later Warrior’s Blues is going strong. It has evolved into a passion project for me, a place to explore the history of queerness, queer love, resistance, and revolution. It has become a gateway to so many new worlds for me as I have researched it, and a place to meditate on what Pride is and what it means. That is why, included in the #warriors blues tag on my blog, there are a number of posts and images about Pride, queer history, and the remarkable ancestors that helped us build the world that we live in today. There is also #warriors blues media stream where I occasionally post things I stumble on as I research, just in case one of you might like a peek into what’s going on behind the scenes. Warrior’s Blues started out as a story, but it has become a celebration and a love note to all the queers who made this world possible for us.
Thank you to those have followed me on this journey so far. I appreciate the comments, the likes, the reblogs, and overall the kindness that this story has been met with. Thank you all!
In honor of the anniversary I will be posting the fic one chapter a day starting on Saturday June 25th, with a new and improved posting format. Not only that, I will finish by posting a new and improved Warrior’s Blues masterpost. Thank you to @something-more for your help making it so much prettier, you are the best! 
I hope you all enjoy the re-runs. The next chapters have been drafted, and 15 is nearing completion and should be ready to post soon.
Until then,
Happy Pride everyone! Stay safe, stay hydrated, and stay wonderful!
Love,
@ahh-fxck
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~Happy Holidays!~ Finally, I am catching a break and I'm so happy to start chillin' with some DLC (downloadable content) in my room. I used DLC as a shitty gaming alternative to TLC (tender loving/love and care), but it's true! Before a few days before Christmas, I just could not remember the last time I played a videogame--the last time I even touched a joystick! I was going through a "withdrawal" period. I wasn't experiencing the actual symptoms of proper substance withdrawal, just this constant realization that every work day passing was another day in my life I was not gaming, another day without Sonic or Mario or Smash Bros., all my faves. But this also helped me realize that this is just where I am right now. Times have changed. My body and mind have changed, and I'm not the "Sonic-X-at-7AM-Saturday-Morning" kid I once was. And you bet I'd be playing Sonic games (SA2 mostly, if I recall) after watching the show that same morning until around noon. I'm thankful I was lucky to have that--HELL I'm thankful to be privileged to still have access to have that, I just have a bit less time now. AHEM but that was about a week ago, this is now! I wanna show you something!
You know "Supa Paypa Sistas", right? It was the best stop-motion animation video I've made in years. It was also the...only one of mine that have made it onto the internet... All the other ones I've made are either lost to/in time, or stowed away on my Windows 7 (the best one) laptop's hard drive. You can re/watch the film via the embed YouTube video, or the post link from the start of this paragraph.
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Below are the work-in-progress posts I put on Tumblr leading up to the completed film.
https://theclo4ked1.tumblr.com/post/703490039983800320/the-black-box-a-wip-stop-motion-animation-shot
https://theclo4ked1.tumblr.com/post/703689454131478528/supa-paypa-sistas-no-longer-the-black-box
There exists a third draft video that's not on Tumblr and has only ever been used for an outside purpose. Y'know, it's been about a year since I finished that film. I suppose this post is something of an anniversary, and that makes me proud. Without further ado, NOW! for the moment you've been waiting for: what I wanted to show you! Since Tumblr allows only one video per post, I've compiled the forgotten tests and extras I did just before working on "Supa Paypa Sistas", all in a neat Windows Movie Maker package for you :3 They're rough and run slower than the final film because I had initially underestimated the 3DS' ten frames/second animation runtime and did animation on twos instead of ones. Beneath the video I'll detail some things about each cut.
Music: Is That You or Are You You? - Chris Zabriskie
The camera easing test was probably done just as a test. Easing was a concept I've applied already in 2D animation, but in stop-motion, I needed this to create something of higher quality.
True, before the box, there was this bear thing that transformed in a kraken because a super pill went up its butt. I dunno what I was thinking last year, it was late at night.
All three of Veretta's animation tests were just ways of getting the film to start. Two of the cuts were based around the idea of her creation. You can see she was originally put together with just tape before I turned her and Nina into paper dolls using string to increase efficiency. There's one frame at the end of the third test where you can see the circle where Veretta's shoulder connects her arm to her body.
The bouncing box was another easing test to simulate physics with the box's reaction gravity and material. I never thought of what that material is.
Nina's only appearance before the film started was her sliding on the ground.
Veretta's final cut, also the final of the cutting room floor, is her just falling. This was probably a test put after a planned creation since that's what happens with Nina after her creation in the film.
The last thing I want to share are these two photos I captured of the two sisters on December 7, 2022, after I had drawn and cut out all of their limbs. Since the faces were drawn with pencil, I was able to erase and create new expressions when I needed, but Veretta's left facing face was harder to change because I pressed the pencil to hard, so she kinda had a "resting Donkey Kong face".
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In an email explaining my animation process, I told my recipient "Nina and Veretta are bristol board paper dolls I made using 8 limbs each: Head, torso, 2 pairs of full length arms, 2 pairs of thighs, and 2 pairs shins/foot parts, ALL painstakingly cut, and bonded by tape, glue and string to create two girls." I think that's all I wanted to say about my little film. I hope to make more things like that in the future, but maybe not with those puppets, they're relics now. I keep them in a drawer of other stuff I've made "by hand" in the last, maybe, eight years? They even have the same expressions I left them with after the film ended. Up for auction: never. Thanks for reading!
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PSX Picayune – Mid-Season Awards Edition
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Like crazed raccoons who fell into a barrel of fermented berries, PSX owners have been wheeling and dealing for an exciting stretch run. As we hit the All-Star Break, it’s time for the first-ever PSX Mid-Season Awards!
(By the way, this was written by the Commish, not a CBS Sports bot.)
“We Suck, but Not for Long” Award: October Knights
Nobody tanks better than the back-to-back-to-back defending champs. It’s hard to find a team that’s better prepared for another run of dominance than Rob’s motley crew of massively talented youngsters with affordable contracts. You have been warned.
“Man with a Plan?” Award: Scott’s Tot’s
In their second year in the league, the team with arguably the best name is still defining a winning strategy. Is it built around solid group of prospects? A hodge-podge of guys who outperform their contracts? A couple of core vets having career years? Only Scott Dub knows for sure. (Or maybe he’s just making it up as he goes along. It’s a coin clip, really.)
“Let’s Make a Deal” Award: Scotch & Water
Trader Dan has been working the phones, emails, faxes, landlines and carrier pigeons to offer any player with a pulse to the rest of the league. If history is any indication, S&W could be battling for the Fields Cup again in the near future. 
“I’d Give My Right Arm for an Arm” Award: Diamond Bumms
With savvy trades to net some top prospects, the Bumms GM has assembled the building blocks for a future contender. In the meantime, his pitching staff of $2.50 cast-offs would be the worst in the league, if it weren’t for the Knights’ deliberate ineptitude. Mark might be bummin’ in 2022, but maybe he rebounds next year. Or not.
“How Soon Is Now?” Award: Savage Ropes
Every year, the Ropes scour high school and college baseball fields to find uncut gems that will serve as the foundation for a run of championships. The guys with the stop watches and clip boards grabbed another young stud selected in the 2022 MLB Draft this week. Will the strategy pay off in 2023? 2024? When the earth is swallowed by the sun? Time will tell.
“We’re Still In This?” Award: Chin Music
The 2022 season has had an unusual number of teams who still have a chance to finish in the money. Andy saw the opportunity and made a bold move to give up a long-term keeper for players that will serve him well in his dash for cash. What’s that? The Nat’s closer is done for the year? Oh. Bummer.
“No Sleep ‘Til Autumn” Award: Roid Rage
How does he do it? He’s got a young family, business responsibilities, anniversary trips to Vegas and Cardinals games on 24/7. Yet, the Young Stacey consistently finds himself in the top half of the PSX standings almost every year. Don’t be surprised to see this sleep-deprived GM make a couple of additional moves before the end of the year. Unless he nods off into a jar of baby food.
“Inaugural Austin Slater” Award: Vamanos Pest
Regardless of how the Pests finish in the standings, the 2022 Draft Night highlight was the bonkers $5.50 contract the team awarded to Austin Slater. In honor of this mind-blowing buy, The Commish has announced an annual award will acknowledge the most WTF? bid on draft night. (But hey, excellent job with the pitching staff, Craig. Really!)
“Walking Wounded” Award: Kiss My Astros
Has there even been a pitching staff that’s been as snake bit as KMA’s? Elbows. Shoulders. Heart problems. COVID. I’m pretty sure one guy was put on the IL with scurvy. And yet, if the season ended today, Steve would be counting some cash, thanks to … ummm … I don’t know, actually. Let me get back to you on that.
“I Drink Your Milkshake” Award: Ugly Finders
The Uglies ripped a page out of the Savage Ropes playbook on draft night and picked a bunch of post-pubescent prospects. Did it work? One out of four ain’t bad, especially if the one is an 18-year-old who swings a mean stick. Still, if you’re going to try to pull a Daniel Plainview on someone, bring a longer straw, since Scott struck oil with two out of three. (Oh, and Mike’s having a nice year, too.)
“Catch Me If You Can” Award: Vicious and Delicious
Daryl was EXTREMELY thoughtful on Draft Night. How thoughtful? Let’s just say his final picks took roughly the same amount of time as a Mike Hargrove at-bat in the late 70’s. (There was a reason Grover was called the Human Rain Delay. You can look it up.) The strategy might pay off with a third championship for V&D. Unless…
“ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?” Award: Joltin’ Joe’s
Only one team has finished the PSX season with a Perfect 60 across Batting categories: Scotch & Water’s 2015 champs. Next in the record books with 58 Batting points: October Knights’ 2011 champs. How about 57 Batting points? There are your 2011 champs S&W AND your 2018 champs October Knights. Does the trend hold up for 56 Batting points? Yup. That would be October Knights’ first championship in 2004.
What’s my point? I swear to God, if the Jolts’ pitching staff doesn’t turn this damn thing around, I will feed Max Scherzer and Aaron Nola to a pack of meth-addicted zombies.
Enjoy the rest of the season.
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silv3rswirls · 2 years
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Promise?
@iibonniee asked: Hey girly, I saw your post and I’m dying for either a Hyungwon or Kihyun fluffy fic. I’m really bad when it comes to requesting so if you’d like maybe a day off type of thing? 🧡
Note: I went with Hyungwon since I have a Kihyun fluff request in my drafts as well. Hope you like it 💕
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“It’s odd, you know.” Your voice, hushed and still a bit heavy with sleep, stirred Hyungwon from his rest momentarily. He wasn’t sleeping and woken up alongside you about twenty minutes or so ago. But he remained snuggled in bed, eyes shut tight and body heavy as he listened to you talk. It was one of those days that he cherished most. One where he had nothing to do and so did you; no work or obligations. The two of you could just relax and sleep in, of course, once you were up Hyungwon had found himself unable to go back to sleep fully.
He liked listening to you talk anyways. Laying there cozy as can be with his eyes shut just listening to your voice was relaxing, ideal on a sunny morning like this. He had only partly been paying attention though, instead lost in how your voice sounded rather than what you were saying. “What’s odd?” He asked, not lifting his head or moving an inch.
You were quiet for a moment, fingertips running along the fluffy blanket and dancing shadows over where the sun beamed in through sheer curtains. “We’ve been dating for a few years now.”
“Almost four.”
You hummed, “So five years I’ve known you in total. It doesn’t feel like a very long time, does it? There was so much time before I met you.”
“Feels like an eternity looking back at it,” Hyungwon commented, a deep sigh relaxing his body as he stretched. “So, we’ve only known each other for five years of your lives, what’s so odd about that?”
“Why is it that I feel I’ve known you for so many more? It feels like I’ve known you my whole life, sometimes I forget I haven’t.”
That made Hyungwon stir, rolling over to face where you were sitting beside him. His eyes are now open, though still a bit heavy and blurry with sleep. It was true, the more he thought about it the more he felt the same. Five years was a long time, one spent just as friends and four spent in a relationship. Everything felt like it had begun so long ago.
“Why do you think that is?” You asked, moving to run your hand through his hair and push it away from his face.
“It’s a little early for such deep conversation” he chuckled, closing his eyes again at your touch. “I guess we’re just comfortable.” he sighed, his brain working in slow motion. “We’re comfortable and understand each other- it’s just our love I guess.”
You smile, head tilted slightly as you watch Hyungwon. You weren’t sure what brought this realization to you, it just hit one day. Randomly, while doing the simplest of things with him. Quietly making coffee in the morning, walking hand in hand down the street; every little moment had been pulling your heartstrings differently lately. It felt you had known him your whole life, that he knew every little secret and quirk of yours and vice versa. The way you could say a million words with just a little glance of touch, it all was so effortless now. Light and airy, like fluttering through the clouds. It was silly, you thought, but being with Hyungwon felt like home.
Maybe you were just feeling overly sentimental as your anniversary approached, but you couldn’t shake the wondrous feeling that you had known him long before meeting him. “I bet we were in love in a past life.” You commented.
“You’ve been watching too many movies” He smiled.
“Yeah, but you cried while watching them too.” You poked, “Seriously though, we must’ve been.”
“Well, I hope we fall in love in our next lives too.”
“Yeah” Hyungwon sighed, a smile adorning his features as he looked up at you. “We should meet in every life.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
As your dreamy morning slowly came to an end, sunshine cast soft rays across the room. You remained sitting up, head in the clouds as always while Hyungwon watched you with sleep long gone from his mind. He held your hand, thumb rolling over your knuckles slowly as he got lost in thought.
He couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he’d had this conversation before.
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