#the amount of adoring glances in this episode

[jinwoosungs]

{ 017 }

- when you fall asleep on them -

featuring: megumi, yuji, yuta

[ megumi 💤 ]

he will be the last to admit that he loves the way you fall asleep on him so casually; seeming to trust him and finding comfort in his presence as your head gently lands on his shoulder.

megumi convinces himself to head over to your place and study because he knew just how lazy you got each time you tried to study by yourself. there was an exam that was quickly approaching, and when he realized that you hadn't even begun to study when he last spoke to you-

he could feel the tension headache forming within his temple.

during the weekend, he stops by your house and invites himself inside, (your parents actually adored him and how he was such a positive influence for you), so it was actually pretty easy to catch you slacking off in such a casual manner.

he enters your room, seeing your eyes fixated on your computer screen as some cheesy drama was playing. your eyes were wide when you look up at him, with parted lips holding a piece of pocky in its corner, and megumi had to fight back his annoyance.

"oi, you need to study for this exam. come on, quit messing around." he slams your laptop shut and takes a hold of your pocky, chewing down on the treat with an unnecessary amount of force.

"aw, 'gumi, i-i was going to study! a-after one more episode."

he rolls his eyes at you, knowing you a little too well when he says, "sure, and then one episode turns into another, then another- and next thing you know, you're bingeing the entire season with your plans of studying becoming nonexistent."

your pout was all that he needed to know that he truly knew your intentions, reading through your lies like an open book.

after a bit of bickering, he convinces you to study with him, with the both of you settled on the hardwood flooring of your room, your backs pressed against your bed. megumi allows you to review his notes, since he remade them specifically for you, highlighting all of the important concepts in your favorite color while writing detailed, bulleted notes at the side.

he did a lot for you, for reasons he refuses to specify because he didn't think his heart could take it if and when he admitted to turning so soft for you and you alone.

megumi was caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize when you had become slumped over against him, your warmth suddenly radiating on his shoulder as he glances over at you. the syllables that make up your name were close to escaping from his lips, yet when he catches the familiar sounds of your soft breathing was when he allows himself to smile down at you.

"you dork..."

he brushes back your hair, smirking when he sees the tiniest bit of drool settled near the corner of your mouth. letting out a feign, exasperated sigh, he closes his notebook and textbooks, choosing instead to humor you as he picked you up and carried you in his arms. with a gentleness he reserves only for you, megumi places you on the bed before laying next to you.

brushing the back of his hand against your soft cheek, he sighs while whispering to himself.

"what am i gonna do with you?"

perhaps when you wake up, he'll promise to take you out on that date so long as you do well on this upcoming exam.

[ yuji 💤 ]

a literal puppy who will do anything to spend as much time with you that he possibly can. he was your best friend, and you often spent your weekends together, having slumber parties while pulling all-nighters playing your favorite video games.

"whoa! the zombies are insane on this level!"

surrounding the floor of his bedroom were empty snacks and half-eaten bags of chips along with bottles of your favorite sodas as the only light that illuminated the room came from the television screen. the volume was turned down to a minimum to avoid the risk of waking anyone up at this ungodly hour.

while yuji was enjoying his game, you were comfortably settled on his bed, watching his joy with amusement and love in your eyes. you loved this side of your boyfriend a lot; just seeing him enjoying his life as a young teenager should.

yuji was laser-focused on his game, being so caught up with beating the level that he doesn't catch your soft yawn. it became a struggle for you to keep your eyes open, seeming difficult to hang on to your consciousness.

maybe if i just...rest my eyes a little bit...

succumbing to your drowsiness, your body slumps against yuji's bed, your breathing becoming softer and more even as you fell into a peaceful slumber.

yuji continues to play his game for the next hour, unaware that you had fallen asleep. only when he clears the level of his game did he let out excited cries of your name.

"babe! did you see that?! i finally beat the level-"

he trails off and immediately covers his mouth with both of his hands. realizing that you were asleep, yuji makes a great effort not to disturb you. he picks up the candy wrappers that surround your sleeping form, along with all the trash that was littered on his floor. he tosses everything in the trash before tiptoeing his way closer to you.

for the first time ever, yuji actually makes an effort to quietly get into bed with you. his movements were slow, not even daring to breathe when he manages to hold you in his arms before pulling the blankets over both of your forms. a look of complete and utter adoration was seen in his gaze as he allows you to bury your face within his chest.

with a sigh of your name, yuji closes his eyes, knowing that he will be filled with dreams of you the moment he joins you within this peaceful slumber.

[ yuta 💤 ]

despite being a busy man, he deeply cherishes the time he is able to spend with you. those moments where he is truly able to breathe and just unwind with you- those moments were his greatest treasures.

yuta had agreed to take the day off, wanting nothing more than to spend it with you as you decided to have a movie marathon consisting of all your favorite films.

from romance to comedy, to even horror, no movies were left untouched. feeling like this was a much needed day off for him, yuta was able to spoil the both of you with delicious takeout for each meal, reassuring you that you didn't have to lift a single finger or cook anything.

as such, you and he were both settled on your plush couch, with your head resting against his lap for the entirety of the day, your eyes engrossed in the current movie that was playing. of course, you would let out a whine each time yuta had to stand from his seat and change movies, which often prompted him to play an even longer movie that would last at least 2 to 3 hours in duration.

night had long fallen across the skies, yet yuta couldn't bring himself to retire to bed with you in his arms. it was obvious that he didn't want this day to end, because he knew that when morning came, then he would have to leave you for his latest assignment.

and truly, was it wrong of him to wish to spend every waking moment with you?

so, he continues on with the movie marathon, surrounded by empty takeout boxes with his deep blue eyes focused on the television screen. his hand mindlessly runs through your hair, earning a content sigh from you as you end up burying your face within his abdomen.

admittedly, yuta was not paying a speck of attention to the movie, so focused on your warmth and the steady sound of your breathing. only when the movie ends does he softly call out to you.

"honey, did you-"

he cuts himself off, finally looking down to see that you had already fallen asleep, with your gentle breaths felt against his shirt. yuta huffs in response, silently berating himself for being such a bad boyfriend, forcing you to stay up so late due to his own selfish desires.

"what a selfish lover i am." he trails off, pressing a kiss against your skin before picking you up in his arms. the way your body slumps against him was a clear indication of how exhausted you were. "forgive me, my love. forgive me."

even when you were so tired, you didn't speak a word to him of it. he knew that the reason why you remained silent was solely because you wanted to be with him, too.

and as yuta carries you back to your shared bedroom, he supposes that he could ask for another day off- just for the sake of your happiness.

a.n. - i am finally on spring break, with having a full week of freedom from classes, so i apologize for my sporadic updates 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fushiguro fluff #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x you #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori fluff #yuji itadori x you #itadori yuji x you #itadori yuji x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta fluff #.stories

[pinchofhoney]

honey pie

dean winchester x reader

word count: 0.6k

warning: alternative ending of the fifteenth season, pure fluff

summary: Amidst autumn rain and a cozy cottage, a honey pie surprise kindles love and warmth in the perfect moment.

a/n: after ten years of being a supernatural fan, i finally decided to watch the last episodes of the final season, which i had shied away from so much, and guess what? it was an absolutely terrible idea; i'm all swollen up from the amount of tears i've spilled, and it's a bit embarrassing how i've been crying through most of the finale,, what you are about to read, is an expression of comfort addressed to myself, but i hope you will enjoy it as well

pages that may interest you: masterlist ♡ taglist ♡ who i write for

gif is not mine, credit to the owner

The soft patter of raindrops against the windowpane created a soothing melody that filled the cozy kitchen. Autumn had arrived, painting the world outside with warm hues of red and gold. Inside your not so big cottage, you stood in front of the old wooden counter, your hands dusted with flour, and a gentle smile on your face.

You had a delightful surprise in store for Dean, the rugged yet tender-hearted man who held your heart. He adored pies in all their forms, but your family's treasured honey pie recipe was something he hadn't yet experienced. The air was filled with the delightful scent of baking, and the promise of a sweet, comforting dessert hung in the air. Your apron bore little flour spots as you gently mixed the honey-infused filling, humming a gentle tune under your breath.

Your faithful companion, Miracle, lay curled up contentedly on the rug near the fireplace. His tail occasionally thumped against the floor, as if in sync with your humming. Now and then, his ears perked up, catching the delicious scents wafting from the oven.

With great care, you poured the honey filling into the awaiting pie crust, stealing a glance at Dean. Though he remained focused on his laptop screen, a subtle upward curl at the corners of his lips hinted at the warmth and love filling the kitchen.

The rain outside continued its soothing serenade, wrapping the cottage in a sense of coziness and security. You placed the pie in the oven, set the timer, and then joined your boyfriend at the table, cradling a steaming cup of tea in your hands.

Dean finally closed his laptop, stretching languidly and letting out a satisfied sigh. He turned his gaze to you, his eyes twinkling with contentment as he took in the sight of you sitting there with your tea.

“Something smells amazing in here,” he remarked, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You chuckled softly, leaning over to place a quick, affectionate kiss on his cheek. “It's a little something special I decided to whip up for dessert. Honey pie, just for you.”

Dean's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Honey pie? You're spoiling me, aren't you?”

You shrugged with a grin. “Maybe just a little.”

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Miracle stirred from his comfy spot by the fireplace and trotted over to join you both at the table. He nudged Dean's leg, hoping for a pat or perhaps a treat.

Dean obliged, showering Miracle with affectionate scratches behind the ears before turning his focus back to you. “I love this,” he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity and a deep sense of comfort. “These peaceful moments with you, the rain outside, and our little family here. It's all I could ever ask for.”

You couldn't help but smile, your heart swelling with love. “Me too, Dean. It's moments like these that make life truly special.”

As the rain outside continued its gentle performance, the warmth and love inside the cottage were more than enough to ward off the autumn chill. With each passing moment, your honey pie baked to perfection, filling the air with its tantalizing aroma, and your hearts swelled with the sweetness of the shared moment. It was a time of quiet contentment, where love and warmth flowed freely, enveloping you, Dean, and your cherished companion, Miracle, in a comforting embrace.

#fluff #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural x reader #supernatural fluff #dean winchester deserved better #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester scenario #dean winchester fluff #no use of y/n #jensen ackles #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles fluff

[moodymisty]

♦ Handling ♦

Author’s note: Episode 4 gave me ideas, need to write about my husband. Forgive any messiness, it was a very quickly made thing XD I am going to suck this man dry I swear to god-

Summary: Tech’s incredible driving skills get you hot and bothered.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, This is the definition of porn without plot, Unprotected sex, Sex in the Marauder, Tech being so unaware, tiny amount of fingering, pre-established relationship,

The races on Safa Toma were, an adventure; To say the least. That was how you’d put it when Omega was in earshot; As to avoid any, less than flowery language. Having to bite your tongue around a snobby, obnoxious droid and keep your pockets from being picked whenever you were standing still, the outing served to be more than it’s fair share of entertainment value. In every sense of the word.

Especially when Tech put himself up as a racer in TAY-0’s place after the droid got obliterated, for the second time, leaving Cid’s original plan in complete shambles.

You never lost faith in him, though that wasn’t to say you weren’t a bit worried for him at points until he safely passed the finish line.

But gods… You knew he was good at piloting the Marauder, very good, but to see him driving a speeder like that too now; Like it’s an extension of himself he can move at the flip of a credit has been…

Enlightening. To put it lightly.

When he gets out of the speeder and stands on his own two feet, you have trouble not just instantly pouncing on him, holding back and giving him a congratulatory hug instead. It took every ounce of sanity, but you manage to wait until all of your business on Safa Toma is concluded, before heading back to Ord Mantell. Once you do, it’s not long after you’ve all settled back down that you gently touch Tech’s arm; Enough to catch his attention while he sits at the bar.

“Mind if I talk to you for a moment?”

He looks away from whatever he was reading on his datapad, while Wrecker and Omega goof around somewhere in the back of the bar. You can almost see his brain attempting to figure out what this could be about, looking you in the eyes while his lips are ever so slightly parted.

“Very well. I have no immediate need to finish this as of this time.”

He turns fully in his seat as if giving you his attention, but his confusion quickly gains a level when you gesture towards the front door of the bar instead.

“In private? Please?”

Wrecker lets out a uproarious laugh just as Tech opens his mouth to speak, turning around to glance at him before looking back and nodding at you. Given his height he barely needs to slide off the bar stool for his boots to touch the ground, and you surprise him by grabbing his wrist and tugging him along.

Tech follows your lead, but he certainly isn’t silent about it. You drag him by his wrist out of the bar and back to the Marauder, while he raises his free index finger in the air before speaks.

“I must admit, I have no prior information that could inform my as to what you wish to speak about.” You keep walking, sending the ship’s gangplank falling down in front of you with a small puff of dust as it hits the dirt. Meanwhile, Tech continues to try and audibly run through this small mystery of his.

“Perhap it was something that happened on Safa Toma while I was a contestant in the speeder race?” He’s actually pretty close, but you don’t respond to him. You can feel his eyes on you, and when you turn it’s adorable the way his face his in his usual thinking expression. He doesn’t like not knowing the answer, so he’s going to figure it out. You walk up the gangplank and Tech follows, so deep in his thinking that he seems to be moving on autopilot.

“I know that during Hunter and Echo’s absence I was perhaps a bit preoccupied, but I assure you I-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because just as you finally pull him fully into the Marauder you slap the control panel to haul up the gangplank, before grabbing the collar of Tech’s chestplate and tugging him to you just as it clanks shut. In doing so he stumbles forward, bending over slightly and widening his stance to avoid falling onto you.

It puts him into the perfect position for you to smash your lips against his; Hands going from the collar of his armor to sliding back so your arms wrap around his neck. Tech’s hands grab at your sides while his eyes are wide with surprise, and you pull him with you until your back presses against a wall.

“I, presume you don’t actually wish to talk then?” Since he still won’t be quiet, you pull your lips away from his just enough to speak.

“You can talk, but fuck me while you do it.”

While your hands scramble to pull of any impeding pieces of his armor, and your own clothes, Tech attempts to assist while still trying to talk.

“And what has brought this on so suddenly?” Tech swallows a groan as your fingers gently tug on the hair at the nape of his neck, fingers smooth against his skin.

“Watching you in that race; You drove like a madman, I’ve never seen anything like it.” As soon as you finish speaking your lips are back against his, moaning in your mouth when you drag your tongue along his bottom lip.

“I did not expect you to find my piloting skills sexually attractive but I,” He halts speaking when you abruptly pull off your top in front of him, throwing it onto the ground before putting your hands all over him again.

“But I find it quite flattering.” Tech slowly moves you away from the wall and into the cockpit, where the lights from various buildings just barely bleed into the Marauder. With the ship turned off it’s quite dim inside, but you still have just enough light to make things not a blind fumble in the dark.

“Is this, perhaps related to why you wanted to sleep with me so soon after our mission on Ryloth?” Tech’s hands side down to grab your hips, pulling your body tighter against his own. You press a kiss to his neck and respond with a muffled but satisfied: “Maybe.” Tech pulls that thinking face of his again, as you look up at him with hooded eyes.

“I am, surprised I didn’t pick up on the connection between the two much sooner.”

“Probably because at the time, you were too busy putting your cock in my mouth.” You can hear the sound of metal clicking against each other, as Tech undoes the buckle of his thigh pouches. Once that and his codpiece are gone, there’s nothing standing in your way.

“Perhaps… I will not leave that variable out of my questioning.” He tries to play it off, but you can tell by the way his eyes dart away and his voice becomes a little unsure that he knows you’re right.

Stepping backwards Tech uses a hand to rotate his pilot’s seat until it’s facing both of you, and he settles down onto it. You locked the Marauder’s gangplank; No one could get in here even if they wanted, so you can afford the rare taste of actually having time to yourselves, as you admire he way Tech splays out casually in his usual seat.

Yet another thing you’ve always noticed; The way he sits with his legs spread so far apart like that, it’s like he’s just begging for you to slip underneath the control panel.

Though even if he doesn’t consciously know he’s doing that, you do know well he loves when you straddle him on his pilot’s chair; As you’ve done multiple times before. Thankfully you’ve already taken off any sort of armor or belts when you’d all returned from Safa Toma, so all you have to do push push down your trousers and kick them aside before you quickly crawl into his lap, now in only your underwear.

Within moments you can feel the fabric of his gloves against your bare thighs, drifting upward until they lay at your hips, before one begins to play with the top of your underwear. His fingers gently flutter against the edge as if he’s doing to slip inside of them; But he doesn’t, and instead he pulls the glove off with a smooth motion with his teeth, and slides to press his hand against your cunt through the fabric. Instantly he feels how the gusset of your panties slide wetly against your cunt, almost soaked through after so long of pressing your thighs together and waiting. Waiting until you could finally get Tech alone.

“I drag you out here alone and you’re going to tease me like this?” Tech hums, his fingers press harder against your clit, gasping as your body falls closer to him.

“I think you know quite well this is not what I would classify as teasing you.” He’s right, but it doesn’t mean you can’t whine to him anyways. You jerk your hips forward in an attempt to press his hand against against you, closing the small bit of distance between your lips. He groans in your mouth when you lightly bit his lip, while his fingers are soaked from rubbing against your covered cunt.

You just can’t get enough of him, and you’re all over him to such a degree Tech seems barely able to handle it. His face his hot and his eyes are dilated, taking deeper breathes as he manages to pull out his cock from the seam of his bodyglove.

“You are, Mmm- How long have you been waiting for this?” Sliding your knees just a little farther apart you press down until you can grind against his cock, hearing him almost choke on air. With no more space his hand slides way, moving back to your hip.

“Since you won the race.” That gets an audible reaction out of him, though he can’t exactly speak when you’re too busy trying to stick your tongue down his throat.

He still tries, however.

Both of his hands now grip the meat of your hips, rocking them the back and forth as the fabric of your underwear now is wet through and through. Which Tech can certainly feel, as his cock twitches against you.

“I, apologize for making you wait so long, love.”

Leaning forward you press your chest harder against his, a hand slipping down between both of your bodies. While your bra is still on it’s off kilter and one strap is sliding down your shoulder, moving down even more so as you grasp the gusset of your underwear and pull them aside. It makes your thighs tighten, just from the feeling of his cock against you without anything in-between.

“You’re lucky I didn’t just drag you into that tiny speeder on Safa Toma.”

Tech groans as you gently wrap your hand around him, lowering yourself slowly onto him until he’s buried to the hilt. The way he whines after is absolutely intoxicating, and you eat it up.

Slowly you bounce in his lap, hearing the sounds of the pilot’s seat creaking each time the two of you move. His hips keep twitching upwards to thrust into you, trying to press deeper into your tight heat.

It’s been a little while since you’ve both had time to yourselves; Not too long in hindsight, but being so close together but unable to be together forms a tension that is incredibly stuffy. During the travel to Safa Toma at one point you and Tech brushed hands, and it was like there was electricity between them.

So needless to say; You want him to fuck your brains out.

And with his hands gripping your hips and slamming them down onto his own, cock driving into you as deep as he possible can, he’s certainly doing so. Grabbing a hold of the headrest of the seat you hear a creak that was a decent bit louder than the others, moaning as Tech’s tongue brushes against your bottom lip.

“Tech, the seat…” He steals one more desperate kiss from you before speaking; It seems he’d wanted you just as bad, but needed to have a taste in order to realize.

“It can- It can more than handle this amount of weight.” Tech can feel the way your cunt is so wet it’s begun to slick the very tops of his thighs, and he always relishes in that feeling; That you’re so aroused for him. Even if his eyes keep trying to close he still watches the way you ride him, looking down to see glimpses of his cock sliding in and out of you. He groans each time your muscles tighten around him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His one hand manages to awkward dip between your bodies and press against your clit, causing you to clench around him and gasp in his ear. You’re body feels so tight, about to snap at any moment as his cock fills you.

“F-Fuck Tech, I’m close…” With his skilled fingers he keeps teasing you, pressing harder until you can’t take anymore; Moaning loud enough you feel the need to cover your mouth as you cum, Tech groans at the way your cunt clenches around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Even if he manages to fuck you through it, he can’t take much more as he chokes out a sentence through his clenched teeth.

“I... Love where would you like me to-” You’re not going to let him pull away from you, not for a moment, and so barely even let him speak before telling him to cum inside of you, grinding on his cock until you feel him whine, fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he suddenly finishes. The feeling makes you let out a soft, breathless moan, your body tired and hips sore as he fills you.

Your head lays against his shoulder, both of you tired and panting which echos in the cockpit of the Marauder. Normally there’s a cacophony of small sounds, but now it easy to hear ever little move you make as the engines are completely cold.

After catching your breath enough that you feel steady, you lift up your lower body just enough that Tech’s softening cock slips from you; It’s the feeling of some of his cum leaking from you that has you biting the inside of your cheek. A messy, fit of the moment is the perfect description of what you had both done, for sure. Though it’s not long before Tech pops that bubble with a momentary observation.

“I regret to bring it to our attention; However it is quite plausible that the others have noticed our extended absence.” That is, regrettably true. They haven’t gone looking yet at least, or haven’t narrowed it down to the Marauder being your little hiding spot away from everyone. Even if he’s brought attention to it however neither of you actually decide to move, and when you look up at him, the corners of his mouth are twinged ever so slightly upward.

“Should I be expecting more similar occasions such as this after I participate any high skill driving or piloting?” You smirk back at him, half bare chest pressing against his own.

“Mmm… If you look as hot as you did this last time? Absolutely.” Tech’s goggles bonk uncomfortably against your cheek bones, though you never mind. You’re so used to having to kiss around them, it would be weird if they weren’t there anymore.

After he pulls his lips away from yours, Tech glances towards the direction of the Marauder’s entrance for a moment.

“Am I correct in assuming you locked the Marauder shortly after we entered?”

You remember blindly slapping the controls to close and lock the gangplank shortly before you’d kissed him, so you nod. Suddenly, you feel Tech’s hands sliding to the small of your back, pressing your hips back close to his. The motion makes you gasp in surprise, and sputter out a sentence.

“Tech! You just said we should get back befo-” It seems like he’s changed his mind on the matter, making sure you grind against him, his cum still slick against your cunt.

“I believe we have a small amount more time still, I suggest we use it.”

#tech x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch tech x reader #the bad batch x reader #Tech/Reader #mywriting #reader insert #reader

[reidscaffeine]

A Horse With No Name • s.r

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*

inspired by this song and the jet scene at the end of episode 7 season 15!

content : fluff/pining lovers, friends in love - all that good stuff!

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*

Mindlessly bumping my foot against a very familiar Converse shoe underneath the jet table, almost out of instinct and comfort at this point - not even realizing I’m doing it till I feel the person across the table reciprocate the movements against my own comfortable and worn loafer. The movements of our feet mimicked the soft buzz of the jet engine, lifting my head sheepishly to look at the owner of the famous Converse, Spencer Reid.

Feeling the edges of my mouth immediately starting to lift up into a content smile once I met his gaze, suddenly getting swept into his irises that resemble rich honey pots; sticky and trapping my attention. I’m not sure how long I’ve been staring at the poor man sitting across from me, my heart thumping in my chest starting to feel all too similar to the engine sounds and the quiet thud of our shoes making contact. The one thing that breaks me out of my trance is my best friend himself, by awkwardly clearing his throat and raising his eyebrows in my direction.

I feel my cheeks immediately heat up and refocus my gaze on the book that sits comfortably in his hands - I never knew it was possible to envy an inanimate object so much, until all these years I’ve had to watch Reid carry these books with the utmost care, love and respect. Watching the way he caresses the spine and lightly traces the pages till he can envision the words in his mind without sneaking a second glance at the pages. Is it normal to be jealous of a book? I could only compare it to the world playing a cruel trick on me, everytime I watched Reid pick up a book from his satchel, the book mocking me in a way, gloating to me and how badly I could be the thing that Reid would carry with the same care and love, the exact way I wish I could carry and hold him.

After realizing my downfall, that is once again, staring at my best friend for an uncomfortable amount of time, I try to divert my attention back to the song playing in my ears and attempting to untangle my foot from his ankle. This seemed to become a ritual between us, sitting in the back of the jet away from the others, he would read whichever book had stolen his attention that day and I would sit and listen to music whilst stealing painful glances at my best friend.

“On the first part of the journey

I was looking at all the life

There were plants and birds and rocks and things

There was sand and hills and rings”

Trying to play my staring off as casually as possible, I started to flicker my eyes between the jet window and the suddenly very interesting table top, sitting between us and putting a very unwanted distance between us (at least on my part). I watched the clouds and the shades of blue and gray throughout the sky, feeling suspended in time and wishing I could always feel like this. I was soon broken from my train of thoughts by Reid’s fingers dancing across the table and into my eyeline, grasping for my attention. Eagerly lifting my head up and looking into his eyes with a flat smile, I removed one of my headphones and spoke in a voice that was only reserved for him, soft and full of adoration even if he didn’t realize.

“Yes, Reid? What can I do for you?”

He returned my smile and started speaking in a soft and quiet voice - a voice that I would listen to for the rest of my life instead of all the music in the world, “You seem quite lost in your thoughts today, care to share what’s on your mind?”. I had to bite my tongue there and then, the more rational part of my brain telling me that this isn’t him inviting me to spill my undying love for him that seems to fill my lungs every time I’m within his reach. Raising my eyebrows at his statement and giving him a soft reassuring shrug and gazing back out of the jet window “I’m just thinking... how different my life would be in a parallel universe and what I would be doing instead of being sat here” - It wasn’t a lie, it was something that circled my mind frequently, I just hoped that no matter what universe I was in, Reid would be sat across from me in the same way he is now.

He continued to gaze at me as I spoke, I watched as the corners of his mouth started to move upwards into an amused smile and he raised his eyebrows again and nodded for me to continue with sharing my train of thought. I looked down at the hands fidgeting in my lap and looked back at him, not wanting to spend a second longer not looking at him and I continued “Have you ever thought about it? In a different life, what would you be doing if you weren’t an FBI agent?”

His smile became more pronounced and a soft shade of pink crept onto his cheeks as he ever so carefully closed his book and moved it to the side, glancing over his shoulder as if he was going to reveal his deepest secret and he looked back at me and I swore for a second, his eyes reflected the same adoration that swims in my eyes whenever he enters my vision. He nodded, “You promise not to laugh?” It still amazed me how this man thought that his words and thoughts, even the silly and immature ones, were nothing but close to biblical scriptures and the only thing here that resembled anything of a joke was my undying love for the very oblivious man sitting across from me. All I could think to do without letting those thoughts slip off my tongue was an awkward encouraging smile and leaning forward to make sure I didn’t miss his next words.

“A cowboy...” he said in a soft voice whilst avoiding my gaze and all I could think of was the nervous and fumbling Spencer Reid I had met, back when he wore glasses and his hair slicked back. I echoed his words in a voice just as soft and I waited for further explanation.

“Mhm, you know.. I’d have some horses, a few cattle and be surrounded by nature” His face and posture suddenly relaxed as he put the idea into our current universe, I could only look on at him in fascination and pray to a God somewhere, that in his western world I could exist. Wanting to get more of an insight into his mind - “What would you do with cattle?” and if I thought his voice was the most melodic sound to my ears, the light chuckle that bounced from him soon became the most beautiful thing to fall upon my ears “I don’t know, look at ‘em, pet ‘em. I hadn’t really thought about that but I’ll figure it out.”

The only thing that made this conversation better besides his voice, was the song playing in my right ear as he spoke -

“I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain

In the desert you can't remember your name

'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain”

I immediately perked up and quickly motioned for him to take the seat next to me and pushed the words at such a fast pace I’m surprised he registered them “Oh my gosh Reid, you have to come and listen to this song!’ The look of confusion washed over his face as he clearly thought I’d abandoned his idea of a peaceful life but it was far from that. As he fidgeted around to get comfortable, our shoulders, arms and thighs brushed together and it felt more like home than ever before. I reached over and placed a headphone into his ear and left my hand suspended in the ear, my body and heart begging to let the rational side of my brain brush my hand against his cheek and hair but I painfully pulled away and watched his reaction to the lyrics.

“You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name It felt good to be out of the rain

In the desert you can't remember your name

'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain”

His face broke out into a smile and a soft laugh ricocheted from his chest and the familiar tinge of pink radiated on the soft skin of his cheeks and the tips of his ear. He gave a slight content hum and gazed down at my fidgeting hands in my lap. He reached over and enveloped one into one of his own - and they fitted together like pages being bound to a book. As always in the presence of Spencer, I was proven wrong because the light brushing of our thighs felt like home but the feeling of my hand enveloped in his, made me realize that’s what home actually felt like and I never wanted it to end. He leaned in closer to my ear and softly whispered amongst the tune of the song playing ‘’And you would be there, with me and the horses and the cattles of course...” the words trailed off but I heard them and I thought my rib cage would give way to the thumping of my heart in that exact moment and all I could muster back “Me? I would be there?” and all Spencer could do was shake his head and another soft laugh. As he peered past me and out of the window and into the clouds as if he was imagining this ranch lifestyle, with me, the cattle and the cows.

“Of course you would be there, I wouldn’t want any other life if you weren’t there...” and that confession was all I needed to finally come to an understanding that no matter what universe we were in, whether it was the one where we were sat on the jet or on a ranch, Spencer would always my heart and I would too always have a piece of his.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*

#cm fic #reidsloveletters #spencer reid #spencerreid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #criminalminds #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fic

[bunnakit]

taking this gif from my recent Bake Me Please set and talking about it bc every time i see it i feel so much.

like, i know Guy is doing some awful, petty, stupid shit right now but this is one of the moments in the show where it became obvious to me that he adores Peach. he loves Peach so fucking much. you can almost hear the hitch in his breath as he looks up.

he probably wondered if he'd ever see Peach again, if their paths would ever cross or if they said goodbye forever - if Peach condemned him just like Shin did. so he bumps into a stranger, looks up to apologize, and suddenly his heart is in his throat because it's Peach. Peach is here, in front of him, and he looks good, he looks happy and-

oh. Shin. Shin is here too. he spares the barest glance in Shin's direction before he looks back at Peach again, his affection overflowing from his eyes. he looks at Peach like Peach hung the moon and all the stars.

Poom Phuripan has made such a fan of me from the way he acts with his eyes, the amount of quiet emotion he conveys. i love quiet emotions, i love the character that's holding it together for as long as he can only to inevitably fall apart when it all becomes too much.

we see Guy go from this playful, teasing, but still endlessly comforting man, and then we watch his heart break in real time because even while Peach denies his affection towards Shin Guy knows the truth. how? because from the moment Peach walked through that bakery door he never stopped looking at him, never took his eyes off Peach.

and the thing is, he doesn't do it in a Nice Guy way. he truly befriends Peach, cares and listens to his concerns, offers advice, is there for him even when the subject at hand hurts him.

the complexity of Guy as a character and the narrative they've set up around him in just 4 episodes has made me fall so in love with him. i know Shin and Peach are end game, i know Guy isn't going to get his love, and honestly? i don't know that i want Guy to end up with anyone else (even Oab.) i love this picture of hopelessly devoted Guy, Guy who knows the truth but can't help but try because his love for Peach burns a hole in his chest and the pain of losing his best friend (all because he dared to strive for his dream) sits like a lead weight in his stomach.

and i think Guy needs to learn who he is. he's spent so long in Shin's shadow i don't think Guy knows who he is when he's on his own. i think he needs time to explore, branch out, discover more of the world around him, and figure out who Guy the Man is, rather than Guy the Baker, Guy: Shin's Shadow.

again, what he did is shit. what he's doing isn't great, but maybe Shin needs that reminder that what he has is precious, that what Peach has given him is something others would fight to have. and maybe he's lashing out in his hurt; he's lost so much in such a short span of time just because he wanted out from Shin's shadow.

idk. i just think Guy is a really interesting character, i'm obsessed with Poom's acting, and i cannot fucking WAIT for My Stand In.

#bake me please #bake me please the series #poom phuripan #bunn meta #absolutely making a poom/guy gifset when the show wraps up

[iznsfw]

Can you write Yena? I miss her already I keep rewatching the last episode of Animal Detective

The Last Day

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 4 - Choi Yena

Choi Yena x Male Reader Smut

Word Count: 5856 words

Tags: All of Us Are Dead AU, zombies, virgin_girlfriend!Yena, apocalypse sex, first-time, uniform sex, against the wall, squirting, mutual masturbation, fingering

T/W: POSSIBLE ALL OF US ARE DEAD SPOILERS, VIOLENCE, thoughts about death, graphic descriptions of death

I'm not sure if you guys will like this, but it came to mind while trying to think of a plot.

This one is for @sinswithpleasure. I hope you like this, Sins! I really like your writing and noticed that recently you've taken a liking to Yena, so I hope you enjoy this.

Your legs are aching. No amount of jogging or PE exercises could have prepared you for this, but then again, nobody had really expected this to happen. No one had expected such a strange onslaught of an apocalypse. Sure, there were jokes here and there as people do, but now that it has become an unwelcome reality, everyone is on the edges of their seat.

If they are still alive, that is.

It is needless to say that you and your friends are scared. No, more than scared. You are terrified. Yujin is one of the better athletes of the school; her confidence is automatic when it comes to running and dodging. However, the sweat from fear and exercise has become constant. It has slid down to the red gashes on her cheeks. She keeps throwing glances back at the greedy mass of zombies running towards your direction, and each one subtracts any hope inside of her.

As for your other friend, Jo Yuri is on Yujin's back, clinging onto her for dear life and crying in her ear. Both girls are scared to death as they hold onto each other.

And Yena? Her hand never leaves the clasp of yours. Her stocking-clad legs have not been through this much use and stress, but they manage to keep up with the pace Yujin has raced. You hate how it's the wrong moment to think about how beautiful your girlfriend looks—despite the wounds on her cheeks and legs, her adorable face still makes your heart melt. It is such a pity that you can't kiss her; you are being chased by zombies, and one wrong step or poorly timed pause can guarantee her death and yours.

"We have to go to the gym!" Yujin shouts breathily. Her voice strains from trying to keep at a volume high enough to be heard over the sounds of the zombies. While their sounds are disgusting groans and yawns, Yujin's voice is clear and smooth. It calms you down a little, but allows you to register what she said.

"The gym?" you ask. "I thought we were planning to go to the sound room!"

Yes, there had been a plan all of you had formulated to play a song in there in order to distract the zombies, hopefully long enough to get out of the school. Yujin has her tape record of the song she had produced and written with Wonyoung, the class president. It is called "LOVE DIVE." You've heard it before, and like it so much that you feel that its debut does not deserve to be in a wacky sound room, but instead on a famous show where it can reach heights in the music charts. But it has to be done if you want to live.

Turn the curve down the hall. Rapidly go down the winding staircases. It would have been more convenient to use the teachers' elevators, but one of your professors has turned into a zombie inside there, too. And you truly do not want to be killed or to see her face now that she is literally walking dead.

"We can't do it now or we're gonna die! Faster!" Yujin says. Even with Yuri on her back clinging onto her for dear life, she expertly jumps over the banister to get down early. Yena follows her lead. However, she stumbles just a little. In that moment, the cliché scenes of the main lead tripping while running and eventually getting captured by their predator flash through your mind. But you catch her before she falls, which she kisses you for gratefully.

"What if there are zombies in there?" asks Yena.

"There aren't. It's the last safe place."

Last safe place. The words remain in your mind as you continue keeping up with the girls. All the while, you are deep in thought. How long was it until all the other safe places became dangerous? What places were they? And, above all, how long will it take until the gym loses its safety, too?

Your fellow classmates and schoolmates have been in the same situation as you are: on the run in a place where they are supposed to be safe, looking for an escape. All of them have turned into zombies, just like your teachers. They are all ganging up on you, just dying to make you one of them. So, is there really a chance to wind up out of here unscathed? Or is a death really inevitable?

"Are we almost there?" a sobbing Yuri asks out loud. She is covering her ears, shutting her eyes in hopes of blocking the terrible world from being her reality. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't work. "Please say we're there already, please please please!"

"We are!" Yena shouts. The gym is slowly surfacing in your vision. The afternoon light is bright enough to show that it is free of zombies. It is—(or was)—used to hold pageants that Kim Minju, a senior like you and the girls, always wins and other activities. The little events your school holds used to have such little meaning to you, but now every part of you yearns for another boring conference, another senseless anti-bullying orientation. Anything except this, you keep praying. Anything.

Yujin gets in and holds the door open. Her observant eyes keep track of the steadily approaching crowds of zombies. "Get in, get in!" she rushes you, swaying her arm inwards in emphasis. "Come on!"

Yena jumps into the gym and so do you. At the last moment, Yujin shuts the door. The mass of corpses babble against it, seeking you out with blind eyes, not knowing why there is something blocking them from their food. But not for long for—

"Yujin!" Yuri screams. She falls off of her, and quickly becomes hysteric. "They got her, oppa, help me!"

You try to. Oh, you try to, you really do. Grasp Yujin's right arm to tug her away from the open bars, but it is too late. Somehow, the zombies have tugged your best friend from the door and have busied themselves with her. Her arm is steadily being devoured by more than five. Their teeth sink into her sun-kissed skin as if it were merely paper, drawing great amounts of blood.

"No, Yujin!" you reach for the knob to open the door. You have to save her! She can't become a zombie like them!

"Don't, fffuck!" Yujin cries out as the zombies tug her to the ground. There is skin hanging off her arm that a smaller zombie consumes, but now, almost all of them go for every part of her body. Her legs are being bitten through and so is her neck. "T-there's no use!"

Gone is the cute dimpled Yujin who playfully teases you about Yena. This Yujin—this one who is screaming for her life and begging you to leave her be because there was nothing you can do about her situation—has replaced her. Replaced the dimples with fine cry lines, the smile with a scream. Replaced her with a Yujin that is nothing more than food for the dead.

As the zombies tear and eat of Yujin, Yena screams, hands covering her mouth. Yuri has fallen to the floor and can do nothing but glance at the dying girl with wide-set, scared eyes.

You can't watch it either. But every part of you is frozen. Your mind screams at you to turn away and save yourself from the trauma, but you remain in place. Try to close your eyes, but just look on at the horrible scene that Yena, Yuri, and you are forced to watch: Yujin getting killed brutally before you. And there is nothing you can all do but mourn her, even if her new zombie form cares not for it.

Your heart sinks. It turns out that it did not, in fact, take long for the last safe place to stop living up to its name. The difference is that its dangers have only taken Yujin down with them.

-

All things adapt to change, whether they like it or not. It is a rare thing for a caterpillar to defy nature and not evolve into a butterfly despite the gooey and painful process. Children change to new time schedules for school without much bother as they grow up. Adults learn how to deal with overbraring coworkers and bosses.

It is a natural part of life. If things do not adapt, they die. Simple and clear.

Right now, you aren't sure if you want to live anymore. Yujin is dead. Your parents haven't texted you for over three days now. Almost all of the people you know and love haven't either. It doesn't take a high IQ to understand what has happened to them.

You have no reason to live, except for Yena, who loves you, and Yuri, who would die without you and Yena to care for her. You do not want to go on anymore, but they need you, and you need them. You have to continue living.

It's only seven in the evening, but everything is pitch black. There is barely any light in the sky except for scattered stars and a full moon. You have barely slept these past few days, so you feel yourself slowly giving in to sleep. Stop yourself; you have to eat dinner first with Yena and Yuri. You can't go run on an empty stomach.

The dinner is your school lunches left unconsumed. The sandwiches haven't reached expiry dates yet the last time you checked, so the three of you sullenly munch on the chocolate sandwiches your mother made you all those days ago. You remember how you snapped at her when she was telling you to eat breakfast, telling her that you have an exam to catch. You remember her disappointed face, her sweet smile, and her reminders that never pause: Don't hurt yourself, okay? Keep yourself safe!

The memories hurt your heart more than it should. You had become selfish. You'd taken for granted everyone you love. But you instead direct your focus on Yuri. Now, it is your job to apply the moral lessons your mom has taught you. "Are you okay, Yul?" you ask the quivering girl.

Yuri is hugging her legs and rocking herself back and forth. Her small body is shaking from head to toe under the green uniform. She is babbling, too, as if in a trance. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, is all you hear, but it is enough to haunt you.

"Leave me alone!" She breaks out of her trance temporarily to yell at you. She throws her sandwich to the floor and runs off for the bleachers. From there, her sobs reach max volume.

You back off a little despite your irritation. You have to let her become angry because who wouldn't be? You and the girls have cycled through so many days of running and trying to go on that you have failed to remember that this isn't normal. A high schooler, even if all of you are already in senior high and adults, should not be put through so many tolls like this. No high schooler should have to fight to live and look over their shoulder just to see if death has caught up. No one does.

"She's in shock," says Yena gently. She places a hand on your shoulder and gently pulls you away from the scene. She does not want you to see every bit of horror there is. "Let her be; she needs her rest. We all do."

You nod. You try hard not to let your tears flow. But they do, anyway. By the time you turn around to face Yena, they're freely streaming down your face like a river. The lantern beams down on your cries.

Yena hugs you tightly and kindly lets you sob into her shoulder. Your heart is heavy with grief; if the government had assisted the moment they knew your high school was the root of the apocalypse, Yujin and thousands of other young students wouldn't have had to die. You wouldn't have to go through this shitty fucking day.

You catch a glimpse of Yujin creeping along with the zombies at the door. Her eyes are bloodshot. Her lovely skin has turned as gray as the clouds tonight. She has become like all of them: a walking, lifeless corpse.

Yujin had a life ahead of her. She was going to become a singer, she had always said, with Wonyoung and Gaeul. She had had so much to live for, and now, one of these days, she is going to die another horrible death by someone who just wanted to stay safe from the zombie epidemic. She is going to die another horrible death that she does not deserve one bit, and the guilt from knowing that it is your fault is eating you up from the inside so painfully.

"I should have let her in," you say, wiping your face embarrassedly. "I should have let her in first. I was a fucking coward."

"There was nothing you could have done," says Yena softly. She kisses and cradles your wet cheek.

Despite the sweet gestures, her words sting more than any rough insult ever could, because it's the same old thing people say everytime for something that is completely your fault. They're senseless, the complete of opposite of reassuring. But you don't snap at her for that; Yena is only innocently trying to make you feel better. It isn't her fault that there is nothing to say.

You laugh a little. "Can't believe we lived through Yujin growing up and a zombie apocalypse together," you say, shaking your head.

Yena laughs, too. "It's a strange world we live in, isn't it? A strange, strange world."

It is, indeed. You sit with Yena at the gate to give Yuri space. There, you wonder. Has it already been five days ago when you were worrying about a social studies quiz Mr. Lee had, only to be greeted by an onslaught of zombies at the canteen? You ran with all you could that afternoon and found shelter in a junior classroom.

That was when all things went wrong. The world you knew went into wild directions: suddenly, your friends were dead. Not only dead, but zombies! You had initially believed that zombies were impossible, another silly thing made to entertain people in movies and comics. You had never wanted to be proven wrong, yet here you were.

You suddenly hear a whimper. Jerk your head in the direction you heard it and see that Yena is crying. Now, your heart feels as if it is being squeezed for every bit of blood it pumps. Nothing hurts you more than seeing her cry.

"And, and it's difficult, you know." Yena gives you a tearful smile. A sniffle betrays her nonchalant facąde, so she instead watches the black clouds in the night sky wisp through its atmosphere. Part of her wishes she can be with those she loves in that dark sky. That secret part of her is slowly infecting the other chambers of her hurting heart. "I know I should get used to it since it's gonna be like this for a while, but I just... can't. I can't stand it."

You hold Yena's hand and kiss its smooth palm. "You want to hear something funny?"

"Yeah?"

"Neither can I."

You and Yena are silent for a while, gazing at each other's young, tear-stricken faces, thinking of what could have been and what should have been. She breaks the deadness with another dialogue.

"This isn't how I planned my senior year at all. Or the rest of my life. We were supposed to go to that new mall in town with Chaewon, and go to Saipan, right? You said that, for our wedding."

You know that you and Yena are still young, so a marriage being talked about as early as nineteen years old seems ridiculous. But you have known her for seven years. The two of you have been each other's shoulders to cry and laugh on. And although you have had your fair share of romantic partners, Yena is the one you truly want to marry.

Some of her tears drape her lips. You wipe it away with your thumb. "You know what?" We can get married right now."

She gives you a surprised and cheerful look, dismissing it as one of your pranks, before she realizes you are serious.

"Y-you're for real?"

"Why not?" You shrug. "No one can say we are or we're not. Our parents are dead and it's most likely the old priest who's gonna officiate our wedding is dead out there, too. Let's get married here, right now. They can't stop us."

Yena wants to laugh, but she's starting to cry a little again, at the way it all makes sense and doesn't at the same time. You are sounding like you're kids again, like those little sandbox promises to stay friends forever or keep a secret.

She is thinking about how it isn't supposed to be like this is what she is thinking. She wants to marry you, but she is picturing it in a world where the zombies are nonexistent and Yujin isn't dead. In a world where you live on and become the grumpy old fucks you swore as kids you would not become, and laugh at each other's senselessness. In a world where you marry somewhere sacred. Not in a zombie-attacked high school, in which the two of you are wounded from head to toe and out of breath.

But she wants to marry you. She has ever since she became your friend when she was thirteen. She has wanted to marry you through your ups and downs, laughs and tears, and a fucking zombie apocalypse. If that isn't true love, then you do not know what is.

"I guess I'll take it," Yena says softly.

"Alright. Do you," assume a deep, haughty voice that cracks her up, "Choi Yena, take me as your beloved wedded husband?"

"It's 'lawfully,'" she corrects you feistily, flashing you an amusing raise of her brows.

"I don't know all the words, babe," you inform her jokingly. "I'm not a goddamned pastor. But will you still marry me then?"

"Yes," she laughs. "Do you take me as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Of course I do."

"Let's do it then. One last and first time."

She knows what she means, and you do, too. It isn't a slip of words to say that this might be the first and last day of you being married to her. There isn't a clear path to life for the two of you, with the zombies and all, and even if there is one, it is too foggy. You cannot live on running from death when it is literally knocking on your door.

"You mean...?" you ask tentatively.

"Yes," confirms Yena. "I want you to take me tonight. Make me yours."

"What if Yuri—"

"Yuri's asleep and we've all had a rough day. Let's go out with a bang, literally."

You would have laughed, but you are already kissing her. It always feels like the first time all over again when you kiss her because of the way her lips are full and soft in shape. It feels even more comforting to know that this is your first kiss as a married couple, and that only you will be able to kiss her like this.

Yena's tongue slips out from between them to take a lick from your own pink muscle. Soon, you have knocked her to the wall of the gym, still wildly making out with her.

Tear off her uniform vest and see her perfect body squirming against you under her school blouse. Smile, knowing that she wants you just as much as you want her, and kiss her neck and shoulders, too. Her head raises gracefully in response to the pleasure. You kiss every bit of her jaw and neck as if it were your last, and it might be. All the while, Yena's hands are curled into your fingers.

Never let me go.

"Please," she says, causing you to stop for a moment, "be gentle."

It is as if your jeans and underwear have magically disappeared. When you enter her, both of you gasp loudly. Yena has to place a palm over her mouth to keep quiet; she has just remembered that sound provokes the zombies. But now that she has felt you finally take her and make her a woman, all she wants to do is cry out and beg for more. It feels better than she ever imagined.

It is better for you, too, this way. Yena just looks so pretty. Her fringes perfectly make her round face look cuter, and her orgasmic O-rounded lips drive you crazier than you'd like to admit. Plus, she's so tight and wet around your cock. As if she were made for taking it.

"Are, are you okay?" you ask her. Although you want to keep pounding, your girlfriend still comes first. Her heavy panting is becoming concerning.

"Yes," Yena says meekly. She closes her eyes and hisses in a sharp breath. "Faster."

You buck accordingly into Yena's squirming, perfect body. Keep a busy hand on her ass to support her and steal a few squeezes on the round cheeks. Somehow, it's more enticing to fuck her when she is in her uniform. She looks good in anything, but this specific attire has you down to do anything for her.

So faster you go, faster you will. Yena hums happily, satisfied now with your pace. She lets you kiss her neck lovingly, but each of it on her inexperienced body makes her even more sensitive, in the best way possible. She holds you close the best she can to keep them at bay. One on her cheek and one on her pulse point... she absolutely arcs her body off the wall when you start to suck.

"H-ha!" Yena cries out. "That feels so good!"

Hot kisses are placed on her skin from there on after you discover what she likes. You are eager to make her and yourself feel good. You want to make this night one she will never forget, for all the good reasons.

"Seems like you're enjoying our honeymoon a lot, Yenari," you say mischievously. You have to laugh at yourself; you are just like a child playing pretend marriages. But you have to cut yourself some slack. Everyone was a child at some point, and, like Yena said, you have had a rough day.

But the marriage with her is something you believe in a hundred percent. You were married to her from the second she said "yes," even though now she says them because of something completely different: your cock penetrating her hole.

"Stop it," she giggles in the middle of a moan. "You're so embarrassing."

Remind her who she is calling embarrassing with a series of sharp thrusts. Her hole squeezes around you closer, if that were possible. Her eyes widen, too, and her jaw falls slack. Yena tries to say something again, but you have resumed your open-mouthed kisses on her jaw, and she is enjoying it too much to dream up another playful insult.

Her thighs squeeze the sides of your waist needily. They are a constant reminder that she wants this, and she wants you to do your all in fucking her against this wall. So, caress their soft deliciousness with straying fingers. Maybe, in a nearly impossible time when things get better, your head could have the opportunity to be trapped in between them instead of your hips. But you will take anything; Yena is simply too hot for there to be any complaints.

"Not so teasing now, huh, Yenari?"

Her hole was too tense at first. No matter the amount of insertions you have made in between their slick walls, they remain as knit together as possible. It is too much for your penis, which has little to no experience, but you have to keep pounding to let them relax. Now, they only squeeze every three seconds. Not a big change, but a welcome one for your virginal dick.

It isn't Yena's fault for it, however. It is not her fault that she is sensitive, loving every little touch you make on her figure, from the roams of your hand on her breasts and the jerk of your appendage. She's a little nervous, too, just like you, so you can never tell if the blush on her face is from the pleasure or the anxiety. No big matter, though. If it is the nervousness, you'll wash it away with tender kisses.

Tear her uniform lapels apart to see the best pair of breasts known to man: duck breast. They lie behind a white bra. Tear that off too, and proceed to lovingly caressing them. They are plump, but just big enough to fill most of your hand. You kiss them lovingly, and wonder what it would feel like to have them in your mouth.

Find out for yourself through a hands-on experiment. Your fingers linger on the action of squeezing her delectable ass under the green plaid skirt, but your mouth is somewhere else.

"Hmm, oh!" Yena whimpers quietly, full lips pulled down in an adorable pout. Your tongue slides on her perky nipples, which are pink in color, small and cute. Pinch the other gladly while the right enjoys your sucking. Yena's hot gasp hangs in the air for a long minute.

"Feels good, Yena?"

It's a rhetorical inquiry, but she answers anway. "Yes! So good! P-please, harder!"

Yena having a kink for her nipples being played with isn't something you knew you'd discover, but you are happy with the knowledge. Her gasps and pants are adorable, increasing in volume with the flicks of your tongue against the soft balls of her breasts. Add that your cock drilling her, and Yena is surely cumming, in accordance with your earlier mentioned quote:

Your girlfriend always comes first.

When Yena cums, it arrives unexpectedly. You are close yourself, but you do not expect the violent ride of her body on your cock, nor the needy scream she lets out. You are not prepared for the way she fills your vision and mouth with her breasts desperately. Neither for the cum she spurts on your uniform like a hose.

But that is just Yena: she is as unexpected as she is beautiful.

"Hnn, baby..." She bites her lip tightly at you pounding still. "So much. Too much. So... fucking... good! Nooo!"

Gaso as your cock exits her. You want to finish inside of her so bad and paint the tiny hole with your hot cum. But you have to pull out. You cannot risk Yena getting pregnant. You are not birthing a kid into this world right now. Besides, the two of you are only nineteen years old. It cannot be done.

"Yena, I'm sorry, but I had to—"

"Why did you stop?"

You are surprised to find out that Yena is crying. Full-on crying. Her brows are creased together in frustrarion, and she is covering her face, trying to control her emotions. But the disappointment is too great. The events of the whole week—Yujin's death, the gradual spread of the apocalypse, and the loss of everyone she holds dear—has finally overcome her. Yena sobs in between your arms, crying with all she can to let out all the pain.

"Hey, Yenari, it's alright." Hold her close. Rub the flat of her back up and down to cease the shivers it produces. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry."

"I wanted to cum again!" complains the sobbing Yena. "I wanted to cum again so bad, it felt so good, I don't want to stop! Please!"

"It's alright, we can do it again. I had to pull out, you know that right? We can't risk a kid. Do you want our kid to live fighting for their life everyday?"

"No," admits Yena tearfully. "But please, I wanted to cum so bad again! I need you, baby, please!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I got you with me. We can do it again. You like this?"

Fingers take the place of your cock and slip inside Yena's dripping orifice.

Yena's happy sigh is instant. "Yes, please!" The pout stays on her face, but barely muffled whimpers slip through the nonexistent space her lips make between each other. "That feels so nice!"

You settle for two fingers first. Yena's pussy takes them so well and adjusts to them faster than it did with your cock. Your fingertips brush over the textured pink walls, seeking the perfect spot. While you seek it out, Yena hums and whimpers, enjoying the depths your digits reaches.

She is still extremely wet from her last orgasm. She hasn't been touched like this before, so the dig of your fingers inside her causes a great squeeze to befall on them. It is a sign that she refuses to let them leave her insides without another high.

You are glad to give it to her. Work her up with slow yet blunt swirls on her glistening clitoris. It twitches with need, and your thumb presses on it more firmly to evoke greater reactions. It is a successful experiment; Yena moans a little louder. She allows you to lift her leg high in order to gain more access to her pussy.

"Hnnn, oh... I guess I should, um, jack you off, too?"

"T-that won't be necessary. I already came—oh fuck."

You don't mean to curse that loudly, especially since Yuri is asleep. However, it is impossible not to when Yena's tiny hand jerks off your cock so well. She does not bother to start off slow. She takes it by the base then yanks her way up and down. Your veins protrude against her smooth palm and is rubbed lovingly by them.

"This feels so hot," says Yena. Still on the tips of her toes because of your increased fingering, her fingers tighten around your shaft. "I don't know why... God, you're so good."

Your bodies squirm on each other's hands. Yena's nipples have erected again, looking more pinchable than ever. Give in to your desires. Take one of those adorable balls in between the digits of your free hand. Play with them. Rub them. Their stimulation sends urgent pulses on Yena's clit, which you rub more fervently. Then look up to see Yena's beautiful face contorted in pleasure: her open mouth, wide eyes that seal onto your observant ones, and her flushed cheeks.

How were you so lucky to steal this girl's heart? What did you do in your past life to be able to touch her like this? You have no idea, yet no complaint surfaces in your mind. You love all of Yena, and you will protect her until you die.

There's a beautiful wince on Yena's face. Learn that it's a foretold story of her nearing orgasm. She informs you of it, too. She looks at you urgently and whines: "Kiss me. I'm so close."

Do so with all the might left in your body. Most of it has been rendered out because of Yena's skillful masturbation. It doesn't disract you, though, from Yena's kiss. It's strangely strong—it is a little messy, due to her inexperience, but she sucks on your lip with determination, and opens her mouth wide to allow you to kiss her more. Or to let out the shrill cry that almost deafens you. Who knows? Who cares? You are too wrapped up in kissing her.

The warmth Yena feels gradually spreads from her clit to her whole body. The sight of your lengthy girth and the skilled pound of your fingers in between her wet lips are to credit for that, and also for her orgasm. She buries her mouth in your shoulder to scream out loudly. Yena vents out the euphoric feelings by madly jerking your cock, making you gasp, and effectively drawing the first rope of white cum from its thick tip.

Yena follows up with an orgasm of her own a bit afterwards. Her pussy quivers around your fingers, then clenches ever-so-tightly to wring out her climax. Waves and waves of pleasure rock Yena's body like a boat. You become her lifesaver; she clings onto you to keep sane, even if you are the one who administrates the thrusts.

In the end, there is only a mixture of white on the floor, two tired bodies, and the moon. It has become bright enough for you to see Yena's exhausted yet beautiful face smiling at you, the seductive bite of her plump lower lip, and—

An erect shadow?

No, look closer at it as you put on your jeans and underwear. It is dressed in the uniform skirt assigned to female students. How can that shadow be just a few yards away from you when all the zombie girls are outside?

"Yena," you say, the alarm clear in your voice.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, look!" you point to the shadow steadily arriving closer. "I can't be crazy, you see it, don't you?"

Yena raises a right eyebrow. "Yeah? And so? It's—ahhhh!"

You have no idea what she is screaming at, not until a pair of particularly sharp zombie fangs sink into your shoulder. The pain is immediate; you feel sickly, as if you are about to throw up. But your mind is racing wildly. How could this happen? Aren't the zombies outside?

Turn to look at your attacker. Finally recognize her. "What the fuck, Yuri?!"

"I'm sorry!" Yuri says. Her teeth are stained with red as she backs off. "I was afraid to tell you, and I got hungry so easily!"

Yena pulls you to her and glares at Yuri. People may see her as the bright cheerful duckling, but that is only because she becomes a different person when she is provoked. And right now, Yuri has made her very, very angry.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Yena screams.

Yuri shamefully raises her right arm. Your jaw and Yena's drop in sync. There, embedded in Yuri's skin, is a clear bite mark, fresh and new. Similar to the one on your shoulder.

On your shoulder...

Suddenly, the bile rises to your throat. You feel extremely ill. Your body temperature rises up and you feel your vision becoming gray.

Why does Yena look so delicious? She stands in the corner, yelling at Yuri, but Yuri hears none of it. Like you, her eyes are locked onto Yena's skin.

She can take the illness away. She will make you feel better instantly. Yena just looks like the prettiest and most delicious girl ever. But somehow, in the back of your mind, something is telling you to stop.

Too bad you have already taken a bite of her.

#kpop smut #kpop #smut #k pop smut #izone smut #iz*one smut #choi yena #choi yena smut #yena #yena smut #izone yena #izone yena smut #male reader #x reader #pov smut #reader insert #request #iz days of christmas #iz days of christmas day 4

[mudstoneabyss]

can you make a list of your top indie horror game recs ::3

yeah! so these wont be in order of what i like the most, they're just going to be here in whatever order I think of them. i'm also trying to go with what I think are more lesser-known ones, and if one is more popular it'll because I think it's one people write off that are actually good. as i'm writing this i'm going back up to say the descriptions for these will become less detailed because i got tired and cant keep repeating the art!! the atmosphere!!

Scarlet Hollow: A heavily choice-based horror mystery visual novel about going back to Scarlet Hollow- a small town in south historically ran by your family- for the funeral of your late aunt. its episodic and there are currently only 4 of the 7 episodes out. even with just them it is my favorite game. I love the writing and the art and the whole atmosphere of the game AND the soundtrack brought Brandon Boone (the composer) into my top 5 artists in my spotify wrapped last year

Slay the Princess: Another choice-based horror visual novel (and dating sim!) by the creators of Scarlet Hollow where you are tasked with, well, slaying the princess to prevent the destruction of the entire world. It's only a demo right now-releasing q3 of this year- but I'm excited for the whole game! my selling point for it with my followers is that the narrator (and some other characters) are voiced by Jonny Sims and hey podcast fans you like him check out this game

Endacopia: A click and point horror game inspired by Humongous Entertainment games such as Pajama Sam. Currently also a demo and set to release in October of 2024, I can not emphasize enough how excited I am for it. The game's style is so fun and there's lots of little details and the music??? There's two musical numbers in the demo alone. Some of the style and writing also reminds me of Undertale and even Homestuck somewhat (I say as someone who hasn't read homestuck)

FAITH: The Unholy Trinity: This is an 8-bit style horror game inspired by the 1980s Satanic Scare coming in 3 chapters with multiple endings, a very good example of games not needing high-end realistic graphics to be scary

Doki Doki Literature Club: Glances at my icon. who could've seen this one coming. I feel like most people know about ddlc by now, even if they don't know anything past "horror anime dating sim". It starts off for a long while a seemingly normal, if bland, visual novel dating sim until-seemingly suddenly- twisting into psychological horror. There's, however, a lot of foreshadowing once you see the beginning again after knowing what will happen. Honestly I think this games brilliant and its such a shame it somehow got lumped in with "cringe" mascot horror (its not even a mascot horror game?). For me a lot of the horror comes from the amount of scares left up to a random percentage- and how subtle a lot of them are. You can replay it and have a fairly different experience than you did the first time- and be scared by completely new things. There's also this existential and cosmic horror element that is less one you experience while playing it, i think, and more thinking about it afterwards. This isn't even touching on a lot of the secrets and easter eggs. a few years after the original game came out, Doki Doki Literature Club Plus was released, and it leaves the og game experience essentially untouched while adding a new vn experience the length of the og game (thats seemingly horror-less) as well as some more lore to the world, not of the game, but around the game, and builds more on the existential/cosmic horror. Needless to say from the length of this, I adore this game. also take the content warnings seriously, in the (free) og the game opens with warnings and a link to a page with specific tws, and in ddlc+ you are given the options to see those warnings listed before starting the game, as well as the ability to turn on tw pop-ups before game events

Home Safety Hotline: Also currently a demo, a horror game where you work for a home safety hotline, answering calls to help people deal with pests and other household problems. as the game progresses you get some more... off-putting calls and access to more unusual problems. I love games that put you into the role of someone who works a mundane job dealing with horrifying shit (similar reasoning to why I like the I'm On Observation Duty games, which I think are more popular rn than I want to put on this list)

NiGHT SIGNAL: By the same creator of Home Safety Hotline, this one's a short one about getting a new tv set and finding some strange channels during the night, inspired by The Twilight Zone and a 1995 game, The Dark Eye. A lot of the art in the game is done with clay which creates this really nice uncanny look and atmosphere- details about which you can see in an artbook you unlock after playing the game, which is REALLY cool I adore seeing the creativity behind and what goes into games like these.

and there's a bunch more I like, these are just the ones off the top of my head and I also dont feel like typing a bunch more dfnafnsk I'll also say if yall haves one you really like that I havent mentioned feel free to send an ask talking about them

#ask #anonymous #I'll ramble off a few more um #WATER WOMB WORLD is really good but I think a lot off ppl know Yames's games. Darkness Under My Bed I haven't played myself or seen too #too much of but I loved what I saw. Cooking Companions I played the demo and enjoyed but I havent played the full game though I plan on #doing so. Future Racer 2000. Cave Crawler. The Missing Parts of Maria Gwozdek. Out of Hands I've also only seen part of but I think slays #long post #I also have a BUNCH of itch horror game pages bookmarked to play

[kaisarionn]

Ok but like.

Papa 3 waking up seeing reader gone in the middle of the night eating in the kitchens in cute pjs because she gets bad cravings for ice cream in the middle of the night on her period

Reader is very babyish in that time of the month and papa 3 scolds her for not waking him to get it for her (he’s a gentleman we know this) reader gets all pouty and sad and papa immediately stops and holds his lil baby and takes her back to bed with her ice cream (BASICALLY FLUFF) I’m desperate😭

A/n: sorry this took so long! Thank You for the request!Word count: 546. Estimated read time: 1m 59s. Fluff w/ a microscopic amount of angst 

Baked Alaska and Papa ✨

Getting ready for bed you gently strip off your clothes and take a hot bath to ease your cramps, once out you carefully towel off, as to not aggravate your raging uterus and slowly put on your hello kitty pajamas.

You quickly climb into bed grabbing blankets and arranging them in to a cozy nest with your favorite stuffed animal in your arms as Terzo walks in. He chuckles and says “aww, il mi gattino~ you are positively adorable.” And that makes your tear up- your hormones making you emotional.

He struts across the room and gets changed, haphazardly throwing his clothes in the hamper, and grabs a random pair of sweat pants but he gingerly scoots next to you, he wraps his arms around you, careful as to not disturb your hard work and mindful of your abdomen.

You turn on the TV and flip trough the channels, finally landing on “Great British Bake Off.” This episode they’re making baked Alaska, you are thoroughly enjoying it but Terzo must’ve had a long day because when you glance over at him, he is fast asleep.

You decided not to wake him and continue watching the catastrophe unfold. By the end of the episode you are craving ice cream, so you hop out of bed, quietly as to not wake Terzo and sneak off to the kitchen.

But Terzo wakes up anyway when he feels the weight change in the bed and notices the lack of your body heat. Your feet padded across the cold stone floor all the way to the kitchen. You gently open the door, and shimmy through the small opening.

You practically ran across the kitchen to the fridge and open the freezer to find a pint of your favorite ice cream you had stashed away behind the bag of frozen chicken the week prior, already anticipating the horrible midnight cravings.

You grab the pint and walk over to drawer to grab a spoon, you pull yourself up onto the counter and open your ice cream. You begin to dig in and enjoy all the wonderful flavors, so much so that you don’t hear the footsteps coming down the hall or the door creak open to reveal Terzo until he is right in front of you.

“Mi tesoro, you should have asked me to get you ice cream, that’s what I am here for, no?” He says in a hushed tone as he glances back at the hallway to make sure you don’t get caught, especially since it’s after curfew.

He begins to speak again until he notices that you’ve stopped eating the ice cream and your eyes are downcast and tearful. “Amore mio, what is wrong?” He says in a worried tone as he walks over to you.

You pout as you look away from him as he gets closer to you. Once he has made it the counter your perched on he wraps his arms around you, chuckles and says “I did not mean to hurt your feelings la mia principessa, I only did that because I care about you.” You nod your head, and with that he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to your room to eat ice cream to your heart’s content.

#ghost bc #the band ghost #papa emeritus #ghost the band #papa copia #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band x reader #sodo ghoul #ghost bc fanart #the strugge is real #papa terzo #papa emeritus 3 #papa emeritus iii #papa 3 #papa 3 x reader #x reader #x y/n #terzo x reader

[xxsycamore]

—𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

► SYNOPSIS:

It's the anniversary of the day peace came to Cradle, and it's also the eve of the day Ray, Sirius and Alice started dating. Despite the rough start, they find a way to enjoy themselves.

▍sirius x alice x ray ▍rating: E ▍tags: Polyamory; Modern AU; Banter; Fluff; Humor; almost everyone else makes an appearance; Dressing Room Sex; Non-Explicit Sex; Public Sex; Language of Flowers; Alcohol ▍wordcount: 2,699

▍masterlist

▍written for Ikemen Revolution Gift Exchange, hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen ! Thank you for another amazing gift exchange ❤

▍a/n: @kashimalin-fanfiction , I had the pleasure of writing this gift for you! I decided to try and mash the ideas you provided into one (hopefully) beautiful mess, they were all amazing. Thank you for them and for giving me this lovely pairing to work with! I adore these three as a polyship. I had tons of fun making this gift for you - even if my sadness over ikerev's closing nudged me to add some additional sentimentality to it, haha :') It is partly inspired by ikerev's first anniversary event that recently had a rerun. Once again thank you and I hope you like this! ❤❤❤

"It makes me feel like I'm the only one making sacrifices for the sake of the group."

Ray is grumpy and still has his bedhair on that Alice only somewhat smoothed back into order. She'd given him the thumbs up while affirming that he has a "wild, liberated look on that suits him"... which got Ray at the last part. But still.

"It's not a group, it's a relationship!" She insists, lightly slapping his arm even if she continues to cling to it, making it harder for both of them to walk.

"…And it's not a sacrifice, you basically slept in. And now we're late."

Ray groans with what's remaining of his sleepiness coloring his voice hoarse. He thought he wouldn't need to explain this to Sirius, the one person who understands him at a glance alone otherwise. Well, as long as it resolves around managing the army, it seems.

"I slept in so you two don't call me a sleepyhead once the small hours come in." He has that trademark pissed-off look on his face that Alice (and maybe Sirius too) somehow finds hot. He's not exaggerating it on purpose, he swears - and goes on: "So that we could celebrate more."

Sirius can easily call out the inadequacy of that, but also, he knows his boyfriend. He just can't last long after midnight. He gets it.

That, plus, his temper has been greatly softened by a certain scene this morning - when barging into their shared room to finally wake up the sleepy King of Spades, he found him gloriously outstretched across the spacious bed, an alarm going off, likely for the nth time - and Ray sleeping unbothered through it.

A few seconds in it Sirius instantly recognized Alice's singing voice - it was a recording of him and Alice jokingly dueting for a clichéd love song while tipsy once at a black army banquet. Well, in Sirius' case, "tipsy" is an understatement. He didn't know Ray had this, much less that he used it as his alarm. He must've calculated that they both would be nowhere to be found by the time the alarm goes off, and subsequently, they won't hear. A miscalculation on his part being his actual waking up.

He fished out Ray's phone under the sheets successfully on the second loop of the song and turned it off before nudging his boyfriend awake - leaving him to think he himself turned it out between episodes of dozing off. Sirius' reason lies somewhere between being endeared to shyness and…blackmail material. He hasn't finalized his decision, and it highly depends on Ray's behavior today.

Today, the anniversary of the day the two armies got united.

And by great design, the eve of their own anniversary as a polyamorous couple. That would make twice the celebration, and consequently, twice the amount of chaos surrounding it.  

"Sirius, not everyone has long legs like yours… slow it down."

He snaps back into reality.

Alice refuses to let go of Ray's arm which would make significant acceleration to her walking speed. But still, Sirius slows down, remembering that the shop is not going to close down for good five more hours, remembering that Luka and the red army chefs are taking care of the catering, remembering that Seth and a red army unit are taking care of preparing the venue, remembering that Fenrir and Zero are taking care of the security…

Remembering how Lancelot had snatched the folder with enlisted duties and who is in charge of them right off his hands.

He sighs but not of exhaustion, for once, keeping a little smile on his face and wishing he could be a little more like Ray.

"Okay let's make this quick, Alice chooses a dress then we go grab two suits, pay, walk out the store. Roger that?"

Alice knows better than to let Sirius's (bad) personality traits (yes, even he has some!) rub on her, but she can't help but mirror his grimace. WHY must men have just ONE official outfit in their wardrobe? While living under one roof with Fenrir Godspeed and his crazy gun collection, at least twenty of which are spraying paint and other liquids and double as a "crazy party trick", at that? One should have a backup suit. Ah, but, a little anniversary day shopping trip can be a wonderful bonding experience, and Alice who has plenty of dresses to choose from is still talked into buying another. It's on them.

"Roger that… should I pick a black dress and make it easier for you two?"

"Hell no." Ray shakes his head, hands still in his pockets rather than browsing the store. "We're not attending a funeral."

"Ray."

Sirius decides it will be taking it too far if he says, 'with the way this is going, it's going to be mine', because…it's not that bad? He looks at his smart watch and it's just 2 PM, they'll drop the clothes at the dry cleaner's, go grab lunch right afterward...

"…Okay then, why don't you choose it for me? And we don't really have to match… or it can be subtle. Like your neckties with my jewelry, or-"

"Let's match socks. You can pick a short dress and pair it with stockings?"

"No."

Ray groans again, he was clearly asking Alice and not Sirius. "Why not?"

Sirius crosses his arms, somehow less forwards than usual with his criticism. "…I've seen your taste for socks."

"He's right, Ray…"

Feeling betrayed, Ray's eyes widen, giving the two a clear view of his beautiful forest-green irises with a hint of fire in them. It's a forest fire they would want to put out, though, because Ray's rage is throwing flames at Sirius now.

"And you wear grandpa socks! You're lucky I gifted you a kitty print pair last Christmas or you'd remain with the same five ugly argyle print ones for life."

"But they're provided as part of the black army uniform…" Alice tries to back up for Sirius, but to no avail. They are far worse than Ray's crazy sock collection.

"Does anyone even wear these?" Ray scoffs, but is interrupted by Sirius grabbing his hand along with Alice's.

"Okay, timeout."

Making sure that no one is looking at them, Sirius leads them into a fitting room, closing it shut from the inside. He believes this is the best decision, even if undiscussed beforehand. Had he discussed it with them, one of his partners surely would've warned him that the fitting room is far from spacious enough for three people to get in. But Sirius knows how to get tough situations to work in his favor, with the King of Spades practically forced to meet his eyes instead of sulking and gazing away. Getting Alice to cooperate is much, much easier. He highly suspects that the deeper their feelings run for each other, the more the other man acts like a brat. Deep inside, Sirius sees the endearment of it - but right now he could use some cooperation.

"Your socks matching idea has potential. But maybe for some other occasion. Like Belle's birthday for instance."

"Hey, I will hold you to that."

"Fine." Sirius says blankly, impatient to move on. "And I suggest white and dark blue for Alice's dress. White for peace and blue for the army."

"That’s actually great. I think I want to see you in these colors, Alice."

Both pairs of eyes are on her now, and she just nervously chuckles. Gosh, she must be careful not to choose a dress with too much white or she'll become a blushing bride in the face of the mirror in the fitting room, imagination always running a little wild around these two. In the sweetest way.

"I love the sound of that! Are we ready to go out now?"

She thinks she sees them briefly exchanging a knowing gaze. In the next moment, two identically sweet smooches land on her cheeks.

***

Mission New Outfit is a total success. Alice looks like the goddess of peace she is, a deity they're supposed to worship. So stealing a kiss or two amidst the cascade of compliments is a must! Forgetting about how inconveniently cramped the fitting room was, the two of them gladly go in in order to help Alice out of the dress. They're in luck that she is characteristically a little clumsy or else her affirmations that she can manage alone would hold too much ground for this.

Either way, they end up in there again. Dazzled by her beauty, once the expensive dress is securely put away they share their fascinations in a way they see fit. Where words fail them, they use kisses - when they fail too, they use more than that.

It's not the first time they've been up to no good in places that are no good for that. Once it gets too hot to breathe and palm-sealed mouths still find a way to produce illicit sounds, they know they should stop.

It's a celebration started early, one of them says.A good couple of seconds afterward, the mark of orgasm staining another's voice, it is added:

Those are the best celebrations.

***

All guests are in the venue by late sunset, chatting around and helping themselves at the buffet. Friends living east and west of the civic center unite for the bright occasion, the word "peace" dancing off their tongues every now and then like candy that someone gives away. They indulge in it, knowing no fear and no censure. People high in the ranks blend with common folks. Selfie sticks are being raised in the air as often as toasts of champagne are - sticking out like antennas catching the same radio frequency of jovial laughter all around.

With pats on his back, Ray is sent off to the stage by the black army officers as his turn to hold a speech comes. He dislikes the idea of him and Lancelot coming individually in front of the people, and welcomes the King of Hearts on stage with him instead. It comes easy to them to combine it into one speech, the unnecessary clichés are cut off in favor of some honest, heartfelt words; of gratitude and bright hope for the future. The army officers are one by one named for their contribution to the peace, and of course, Alice's name is not left out either - the following applause heating her cheeks that almost hurt by smiling now. In the next moment everyone's attention turns to a flower cart being pushed into view below the stage - it's introduced into the venue by the whole Oswald family - well, minus one member who is at the black army table, - a pink-haired young man with a cheshire grin and someone that rarely shows up in public but whose face the people used to know from posters hung around town. Not a wanted man anymore and with all misunderstandings clouding his reputation shooed away along with the dark clouds of looming war, the public applauds the bunch's entry albeit with curiosity. Sporting a pretty suit, Harr has no hood to pull down and hide his face behind, but he doesn't feel too intimidated by the attention. He has Loki. Reminiscent of a mischievous cat, Loki skips his way up on stage and confidently steals the microphone.

From the name of Canis Major, the Oswald family flower shop, he thanks the members of the two armies, their kings, and everyone else present tonight. Apparently, there is a surprise done with the help of the citizens of Cradle who volunteered by joining in the preparation process today at the central plaza.

Watching as a flower crown is placed on Lancelot's blonde head, Ray knows he's next in line and spots Sirius in the public to raise a brow at. The latter shrugs in a nonchalant manner, visibly amused by the current events. "Oh, so now you're not uptight?", thinks Ray, a flower crown placed on his own head not long after. Next are the two armies' officers, much to Sirius' surprise. And finally, Alice.

To everyone else present is handled a white poppy, which appears on the flower crowns as well. Sirius chimes in to let those who don't know that the flower symbolizes peace. After its short journey, the microphone is finally back in Ray's hands and he expresses his gratitude, genuine surprise still marking his features - and the red army king is the same.

***

Soon everyone's back at their tables, live music fills the venue and many let it be the background noise of their chatter with one another. Sirius is swamped with questions if he truly didn't know about all of this. So is Ray, who is thought to know about the celebration's organization process. So is Alice, as their self-proclaimed aide-du-camp. Just like the two men, Alice shrugs, looking extra tiny in Sirius' coat that she took when a gush of wind came out.

Mainly, they get asked "where have you been all day to miss that!", and they chuckle. A hint of a knowing gaze is exchanged between the three, with noone noticing.

As soon as their friends give them a breather, the trio excuses themselves and makes it out of the crowd.

 ***

Whoever chose the location of the venue, Alice needs to thank them personally tomorrow. It turns out to be close to Cradle's beach, and she excitingly leads her puzzled boyfriends there.  

"It's so nice to have two of you." She jokes, contently seated on Ray's coat on the sand as Sirius' one is dappled warmly around her shoulders at the same time. It's a mystery how none of their flower crowns fell off as she practically took them for a run towards here.

Seated next to her, Ray turns his attention to the polaroid camera hanging from his neck. Seth just couldn't help himself - he went ahead and gave them their anniversary gift way ahead of the others. He mentioned that there was a surprise in there.

"Tsk. It's the three of us on stage but I have that goofy surprised expression." Ray frowns as he pulls out the tiny photo that was last made. Seth had mentioned something about the three of them making some memories with it but this is in no way a good start.

"C'mon, come closer." Ray beckons, reaching to wrap his arm around Sirius on Alice's other side while holding the camera to face their way. They all smile and the shutter is clicked.

Alice holds the tiny polaroid photo with both hands like the prized possession it is, already back in their shared room in her mind and wondering where to put it. While admiring it, she misses the way Sirius and Ray lean in close to each other behind her back and meet their lips for a tiny kiss.

She hands back the camera to Ray and gains their attention again.

"I brought something, too."

They wait for the big reveal as she reaches inside the XL-sized dark blue coat. Another early gift?

"Ta-daah!" Alice exclaims, bringing into view…a bottle of champagne. Snatched from the buffet, most likely.

Ray and Sirius do another round of non-verbal communication put to test many a time during their years of knowing each other. It's the "no, I didn't see when this happened either".

Sirius is faster to crack into laughter than Ray this time, proceeding to open the bottle. The cork flies off with a loud 'pop' and to everyone's surprise, Sirius takes the first sip without being talked into this by his lovers. As if taking Ray's advice of letting loose, he even forgoes his own rule of avoiding alcohol - likely leaving himself in the hands of his trustworthy lovers to stop him before he becomes a different person.

Alice cheers on for him and he actually listens to her and chugs more. They’re a ridiculous but lovely sight. Their anniversary is not until a good hour or two, but Ray definitely feels like they started celebrating early.

"Wow. Alice steals a bottle and now you're drinking like no tomorrow. I'm clearly not the biggest troublemaker of the group."

"There he goes again!"

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[sanaserena]

Even though Episode 4 of the OPLA is one of the episodes in which an extensive amount has been changed from the original storyline, the core is still very much One Piece and the story of the characters we love.

It is also an episode I really love (granted, I love all the episodes, regardless of any flaws or changes from the manga I know and love)

SO, once again, more screenshots (finally).

What I really enjoyed most about Episode 4 is:

Zoro's backstory. The flow between past and present for Zoro reached emotional heights for me. I was a little surprised that the well was actually a well (when we see it for the first time in the previous episode), but it's a lovely piece of foreshadowing (to the Mihawk encounter) and as we watch Zoro struggle to climb up, we really feel the determination and angst of his past colliding with his present. (I really did enjoy the way the screenwriters brought the backstories and present stories together to introduce our favourite characters.)

I really love the sets for OPLA, they're amazing.

I love the interplay between characters. Even though I've heard some people say some of the dialogue is cringe...and it was something I thought at times at first...no matter how many times I've watched OPLA (5x now!) it just seems to feel more and more comfortable. It's like once I became used to the tone and feel of the OPLA, it became just me focussing on my favourite characters and adoring how they're brought to life (and focussing on characters I never expected to enjoy watching).

Helmeppo. I'll say it again, Aidan Scott does such a wonderful job bringing this guy to life. I mean look at all the faces he makes!

This episode also contained a few of my favourite moments throughout the series. Luffy's interaction with Helmeppo, and later Luffy's interaction with Nami!

Ah, so I also heard the critique about how did Luffy know to go straight for the mansion after vomiting. My personal theory is that Luffy was semi-unconscious, not entirely, and he'd heard the conversation, but with the soup in him giving him something like toxic indigestion, he was obviously not capable or able to move.

At first glance of Kuro's costume, I did raise a brow. Like hmm his hair is too dark and his costume looks a little too cosplay-y however, the man can act. And I was fully convinced on his Kuro that the flaws in his costume that caught my attention at first, no longer mattered. Besides, the more I look at him, the more I think his wig is perfectly fine.

Once again, I couldn't fit all the images in this post, so look for Part 2 here: Link

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece screenshots #One piece live action episode 4 #third impressions #opla #hopefully opla spoiler free #luffy #nami #roronoa zoro #helmeppo #buggy the clown #koby one piece #I still need to figure out how to make gifs from netflix work 🤔 #too much effort #part 1 #klahadore #Luffy being adorable #Luffy being Luffy #Helmeppo being helmeppo #Zoro needs a hug

[kinetic-drama]

Ep. 1 – Our Beloved Summer

Our Beloved Summer is a k-drama that should be savoured slowly, in those late August days full of laziness and cravings of the May breeze. The two leads, Choi Ung (Choi Woo-shik) and Kook Yeon-soo (Kim Da-mi), are ex-lovers who never want to meet again. They met in high-school through the shooting of a reality show, where the top student, Yeon-soon, sits besides the one with the worst grades, Choi Ung. Fate – or, actually, a second season of the show – will bring them back together.

The brilliant banter and script is carried out by the lead actors impeccably, making the show enjoyable and light. The drama depicts a complicated relationship of two people different to their very core, the difficulty of communicating openly with the person you love, and the harshness of a break-up and the sweetness of a second chance. The rest of the cast is pretty much perfect in my opinion, and the cinematography is one of a kind, with aesthetic camera angles and unforgettable scenes. Truly a gem of its genre, this k-drama made me want to rewatch it over and over again, just for the excitement of walking with the characters through their journey of discovery of love and themselves.

If you've seen this drama and want to know more of my thoughts, keep reading below!

And here we talk about the serious stuff. In all honesty, this is one of my favorite k-dramas. Not only for its characters, tropes, and message, but also the aesthetic. You know I'm a sucker for pretty coloring, rain kiss scenes, contrasts of lighting, photography and addicting soundtrack. We need more dramas like this one, high-quality shooting paired with cured acting and an abundant amount of chemistry, pettiness, glances, side stories and character development.

It's one of the first k-dramas I've watched and one of the few I've felt the need to start again as soon as it was over, so it definitely holds a special place in my heart. I'd be lying if I said I didn't first start it because of its cast (I knew Kim Sung-cheol from literally one episode of Vincenzo and he was just too pretty), but finding out the trope was ex-lovers to enemies to lovers again – oh god. I was in love.

I usually hate love triangles, but this one was perfect??? The second male lead, Kim Ji-woong, has the most likeable character I've ever seen in a supporting role. He knows Choi Ung and Kook Yeon-soo still have some unresolved stuff to deal with and never tries to force his own unrequited feelings into their relationship, but his role never feels too shallow, maybe because of his personal life story and his closeness to the leads. At the end of the day, he knows he's just an observer, like he himself says, and accepts gracefully enough the line that separates him from being happy with the person he loves.

The rest of the supporting roles are perfect, from the leads' friends, family and co-workers and their relation with said people. Even the role of NJ, the idol who takes interest in Choi Ung, never comes off as plain and useless. And the lack of unnecessary conflict and misunderstandings and excessive jealousy is exactly what I adore about this k-drama.

About our main characters, I have a lot to say and at the same time so little. Their childish interactions and messy relationship, on the border between hate and love, create the perfect game of push and pull, all adorned with a great amount of chemistry and comic moments. This drama doesn't just tell the story of two characters, but through them shares the incommunicability between people, so different but still so similar. Neither of them are good with words and expressing feelings out loud, and neither of them seem to understand what the other needs to hear. It deals with the mutual hurt, awkwardness and resentment of a hash break-up that happens when both are still in love, they are just unable to deal with it. All this in contrast with the silent understanding of the messages brought by thoughtful actions, private smiles and small touches. It's all about finding happiness and love in those little, short moments, showing a certain side of yourself to that person only, in the case of the cold Kook Yeon-soo, or letting your world be shaken to the core and feeling alive once that person comes around, in the case of the quiet Choi Ung. But as the k-drama demonstrates, most times only actions are not enough.

This view of love, in my opinion, is what sets this show apart and makes it a must-watch.

#our beloved summer #kdrama #kdrama blog #blog #choi ung #kook yeon soo #kdrama review #im too obsessed with this show #also pls get me delulu pills #all the male characters in this drama are so crushable help #yeon soo i want to be cool as you #thanks to this kdrama i also got into bts #check the ost out bc its literally chefs kiss #kinetic drama blog

[stargoosie]

New Beginnings ~ Kalluzeb

Chapter 2

The aftermath of Zeb taking Kallus to Lira San.

AO3

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Waking up the following morning and gazing upon the chrono, seeing it was most definitely late morning was nearly enough to give the strict routined Alexsandr Kallus a heart attack. He seized upward in bed with a start before taking in his surroundings and remembering where he was. Lira San. Lira San. He mouthed the planet’s name a few times before relaxing. He slowly laid back down, wiping the embarrassing panic from his brow. Honestly.. He shook his head at himself, closing his eyes. He opened them a moment later to peer over at where he expected to find Zeb. Green eyes were staring back and he frowned. Great. His little episode had woken him up. He felt him shift closer and place a hand on his arm. Such concern, he mused. He didn’t question why. The lasat had helped him through quite a few rough nights in the past. It was second nature by now. Kallus found it rather sweet, Zeb’s care for others.

“I’m alright..” He assured him, turning over on his side to give the other a sleepy but sincere smile. He placed a hand over his and went on to explain,raising his brows briefly. “The time. I lost track and forgot that was alright now.” Zeb chuckled and Kallus joined him, bringing up a knee and hooking his leg around one of Zeb’s. He enjoyed the tenderness of this. These moments were no longer something brief, needing to be set to the side for their higher priorities. Even with how set in his ways he was, this was something he could very quickly get used to. He grinned with a slow sigh.“But I suppose I’m awake now. Might as well start the morning..” He started to prop himself up on an elbow, but Zeb wasn’t having any of that.

“Oh, no you don’t…” He said with a gravelly tone conveying just how groggy he still was. But apparently he still had enough energy the keep Kallus from making any sudden movements. Kallus was cursing that brute strength of his, though you couldn’t tell by the way he seemed to melt into it. 

He chuckled, turning his head first into his neck and then pulled away so he could look at his face. His eyes were closed now, obviously trying to reclaim sleep and hopeful that Kallus would succumb as well. He would not deny it was tempting. “Zeb…” He reasoned, watching his brow ridges narrow a bit more. Kallus bit his lip. There was something so childish about him that was incredibly adorable. “We can’t just lay around…Come now…” Unfortunately, Zeb was the hard headed, stubborn sort. Kallus was sure he would be perfectly okay without budging from his spot for half the daylight. 

“I’m comfortable.”

“I noticed..” He gave him a sleepy smirk, later glancing around to find some way to escape the other’s vice grip. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure he’d be at ease being awake and walking around all by himself on a strange planet, let alone a planet with a strong resemblance to Lasan. However, he was far too awake now to consider getting more rest, even if Zeb and his radiating body heat were inviting. Honestly, if he were that easily swayed, they might just spent the next few years never leaving this room. So, he did his best to disentangle himself from the other, however he wasn’t prepared for the amount of resistance he’d receive.

“Zeb. Can you—

I’m try— 

UggggGh…" 

Okay. It was less adorable now…

He shoved and pulled and this lasat was really taking this serious, wasn’t he? He could not be that tired if he was using this much power in the first place. Kallus was two seconds from admitting defeat and pledging to kill him later but he got his arms free and gained new resolve. He huffed out a sigh. This should not be such an ordeal. Zeb could go back to sleep if he wanted once Kallus had moved. He was being ridiculous. The way Kallus attempted to free himself was a bit more so. Zeb was strong. He pressed forcefully on his shoulders and at one point shoved the side of his face. Kallus became a bit more irritated than merely playfully amused.

”Garazeb Orrelios. You will let me go this instant…!“

And he did.

The momentum had Kallus falling out of the bed backwards with a loud thud. It took him a second to figure out what had just happened. When the stars left his eyes, he was gazing up at a very smug lasat, laying on his side with his head propped up on a hand. Kallus stared at him hard, wearing a look of disbelief. He was thoroughly pleased with himself. "I’m sorry, did you want to get up…?” The teasing tone was enough to earn him a glare. He did love to mess with him. “What? You said let go..” He chewed on a claw.

Kallus was so very tempted to pull the aggravating lasat out of bed and make him kiss the floor. His mouth tightened. “…I’ve decided your death will be slow.” Zeb began laughing and Kallus found the sound was making him blush. He was determined not to let it turn the tide, because he was supposed to be upset with him. He should be! Not only did he knock him out of bed. He was laughing at him. The nerve! “You are insufferable. I want new lodgings..” He got up and dusted himself off, making a mental note of them needing to clean this place. He observed their surroundings, having been too tired yesterday to really take it in. His gaze shifted when he heard the creak of the mattress. He felt a rough hand ruffle his already messy hair.

“Sure. I’ll get right on that..” Zeb promised with transparency. He could likely tell Kallus wasn’t serious. He’d always been pretty good at reading him…and getting him flustered. That seemed to be his specialty. 

Kallus did not hold onto his bitter mood for long, not for more than a few scoffs and indignant looks, perhaps a half hearted punch or two. Zeb was very difficult to stay mad at.  He was so….so….Kallus didn’t even have a word for it. Was it possible to feel so much for someone who could drive you mad on a constant basis..? Sometimes he still felt like he didn’t understand what this was between them. He supposed there was never enough time to focus on your feelings when most of your life was dedicated to a job. A purpose. 

Still, even through all of that, they had come to a mutual understanding of their importance to one another, as well as their interest… But they had never quite elaborated on just what that meant. War had their lives so hectic and how awkward they both were with emotions certainly hadn’t offered any favors. He had no idea why he was suddenly thinking about this… Maybe it was because everything felt so real. It was so fresh. Absorbing that the war was over has a hard one. Even though he had always hoped to see it, he honestly never thought he’d live long enough. And now, here he was; free. And he was with Zeb whom, of his own accord, invited him to the world he now called home. A place he wanted Kallus to call home. It did not feel real to him. That was what had kept him awake last night. He was so certain all of this would burn away and he’d wake up with a start, alone. It was stupid. He knew that.

He watched Zeb work through his morning routine, knowing he could reach out and touch him if he wanted to. He felt the warmth of the boyish grins he tossed his way. His chest felt light and he felt almost floating, which was a ridiculous feeling for such a serious man to have. But it was real. He knew it was. He needed to stop living inside of his fears. They held him back. They always had. Zeb had taught him that the only way to find peace and have a sense of fulfillment was by taking risks. It was what had brought them together, wasn’t it…? Preparing for the worst case scenario would always leave a part of him closed off. He did not want to be that way. Not with Zeb. He wanted to give all of himself, as scary as that was.

Suddenly his arms were locked around Zeb’s neck and his lips were brushing his and Kallus had barely been aware he’d crossed the room. His body had moved all on its own. Reality was slow to come back to him. This was slow and satisfying but not bearly long enough. He pulled back to give him some distance, not because he seemed unwilling in the least but because he was feeling a little embarrassed for acting so impulsively.

Especially when the first words from Zeb’s mouth were. “…What was that for…?” Kallus wanted to hide his red face but there weren’t many places he wouldn’t be able to tell when they were this close. Zeb raised his head but Kallus could still feel his eyes on him. “Barely ten minutes ago, didn’t you say you were going to kill me…?” He snickered, “Unless that is what you’re doing..”

“You know, I should kill you…. You ever pull something like that again and I just might..” Kallus said firmly but he was far too distracted by the view of the other���s lips to be taken very seriously. Zeb also knew better. The very apparent blush on his cheeks helped with that. He was still so shy.

“Ooh, you really got me shaking over here…You know, your threats have gotten increasingly weaker over the years..” Zeb gave him a smile that made him weak. It was also a bit contagious.

“Don’t tell me you’re dissatisfied with that fact…?” Kallus tilted his head with a raised brow, reaching up to stroke the back of one of Zeb’s ears. His bangs slid slightly over his eyes. He almost moved to swipe them out of the way but Zeb got there before he had the chance. His eyes widened at that but softened quickly after. He received Zeb’s silent answer loud and clear. He lowered his head, hiding the wide grin. He felt Zeb’s hands find his waist and he paused for a moment before glancing upward.

There were far too many thoughts he wanted to convey. To even try right now would come out a bit of a ramble, especially considering he’d not even had his morning caf. There was no oncoming battle to prepare for. They would have all the time in the galaxy…

“Finish getting ready…” He mumbled into his cheek, stroking his thick sideburn and ruffling the purple strands. He gave him one last look before disappearing into the refresher. Hopefully when he inevitably asked him questions later, he’d have answers..

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[millennialgrandma]

15 Questions/15 People

Rules: answer these 15 questions and tag 15 people

Thanks for the tag, @schmem14! This seems like an excellent way to put off the last few tasks of my work day 🙃

Are you named after anyone? Nope! My name has no familial significance. My parents just liked the names together.

When was the last time you cried? Two nights ago when I finally watched the third season of Derry Girls - those last two episodes took me the fuck out. WAIT. This is actually a lie. I cried last night watching Vir Das' covid comedy special on Netflix.

Do you have kids? No, but I have no shortage of little humans in my life that leave their smudgy little fingerprints on my heart 💗

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Honestly, yes. Though incrementally less as the years pass.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Oooohhh this is a thinker. Now I'm going "oh my god, when was the last time we saw people? Do we? See people?" 😂😂 I'm thinking back to a meeting I had a couple days ago, and I'd say the first thing I noticed when I walked in the room was what color of clothing people were wearing (there was an inexplicable amount of red in that room). This makes it easier to find them again after the initial noticing 😆 I'd say this is typically followed by their facial expressions/mood, so that I can vary my approach to how I interact to put the other person most at ease.

What's your eye color? Listen, this is actually a very big point of contention for me. At first glance, they appear brown. Just regular, run-of-the-mill brown. But CLOSE UP and IN THE LIGHT it becomes evident that around my pupil is a ring of honeyed brown, and then a lighter golden green, and then a darker green around the outside. The point is, there is GREEN in my eyes, and my entire family has been playing a game the last decade where they refuse to acknowledge the existence of any bit of green in my eyes and they are EVIL FOR IT.

Scary movies or happy endings? Give me a happy ending, but make me suffer so hard for it. I categorically do not like to be scared. That being said, I once went to a showing of Jaws where you float in tubes on a giant lake at night with the movie projected on a screen on the shore. Legs dangling, not touching the bottom, in the dark while watching a shark movie. There is only one explanation for the decisions that led me to that moment and that explanation is demon possession.

Any special talents? Yes, and that is my ability to make a disaster out of literally every kitchen I've ever set foot in. If I make something, I also make a mess. Those are the rules.

Where were you born? In the heart of the U.S. Midwest.

What are your hobbies? Does collecting hobbies count as a hobby? I'm actually so good at getting really interested in something, going balls to the wall, and then losing interest for 6-72 business months because something else caught my attention (see knitting, creative journaling, paper crafts). Reading is the one constant, and I guess writing belongs on this list now.

Do you have any pets? I like other people's pets, but I just don't think I'm a pet person myself, you know? We never had inside pets growing up. And I travel for work, so it doesn't really seem practical.

What sports do you play/have you played? I'm far more creatively than athletically inclined. Growing up I played softball and volleyball. I was a social tennis player (read: ya girl was Not Good™️). But I was more of a band/choir/theater/speech kid, and carried the choir and theater aspects forward into college.

How tall are you? I am 5 ft + 4.75 inches (or about 164.5 cm). Shortest one in my family. The only reason my mom and I are the same height now is because she started shrinking.

Favorite subject in school? Honestly, I loved every subject. I just loved to learn. Even in college, I don't think I could give an answer. I loved taking history courses. And I loved my finance and accounting courses because I adore financial analysis.

Dream job? I'm living it: a job where I get to interact with coworkers and the public; where I get to constantly learn new things; where assignments and teammates rotate; where I can apply for special assignments; that pays me a comfortable salary; that has great health and fringe benefits; that keeps me from getting bored.

Tagging 15 people feels exhausting, so let's go with a smaller multiple of 5 and say 10. Please feel free to ignore or participate as you are able (or please join in if you'd like to and weren't tagged): @akorah @eveningstruggle @whimsymanaged @echoesofmyfootsteps @juls99 @roseharpermaxwell @pia-bartolini @petalsfordraco @they-call-me-megs @sunlightdaydream

#tag game #get to know me

[irlkisukeurahara]

Ok more serious post about episode 5 of TYBW now lmaooo. Imma be honest I adore almost everything about how the anime handled Byakuya vs Äs Nödt but one thing that bothered me a bit is how they downplayed the gore a bit.

We have the panel, here.

If you squint, you can see Byakuya's ribs peeking through the blood. You see more blood out than in. The whole brutality of the moment is just there. The impact is strong as hell. The one thing that really takes away from original manga panels is how Kubo doesn't do backgrounds at all. The baby blue void and bright colors does mess with the tone, but then again the massive amount of blood currently outside of Byakuya's body speaks for itself.

I think the anime does the opposite.

The colors used sets the tone very well. But one gripe I have is how the shading hides just about all of the gore?? It's so dark you can't see most of the blood. His torn open chest is literally a black void. Censorship or an oversight?? The anime wasn't supposed to be censored. Might've been an oversight then? There's also less blood coming from his now nonexistent arm, which seems a little weird. Guess it makes it easier to tell at first glance that his arm is just entirely gone. His pants are entirely in tact too, so you can't see the blood draining down his legs. That just seems... Off. Up until now they've been making the anime slightly bloodier than the manga. But this bit here almost seems blatantly censored. I might be tripping but it just, seems weird?

Other than that I enjoyed the adaptation and I'm excited for the anime to continue.

#tybw spoilers #bleach tybw #bleach tybw spoilers #tybw #bleach #bleach anime #anime #byakuya kuchiki #kuchiki byakuya #gore tw #tw gore #tw blood #blood tw #rambles with miles

[dapper-shipping-forever]

YOU. tell me the most scary gillvash moment, where they were terrified they were going to lose each other. why’s THAT the moment that sticks out to you? what makes it more dire than any other moment? is it THE climax or is it jst another moment of drama??

ALRIGHT HERE WE GO BBY ! There's two that come to mind right away, each with the other feeling the HORROR of thinking that like the person they adore might not have made it lol

First, it is after a climax, it's spoilers for episode 12 of season 1 of T.rigun S.tampede and I'm going to try to be kinda vague to not spoil the show. Anyway it's like, Vash has just had his boss battle versus Knives, and in the destruction that fight left his friends aren't sure if he survived. When Gill saw Vash seemingly about to basically sacrifice himself she SCREAMED; the most fucking throat tearing guttural sob of just his name and Wolfwood had to hold her back from trying SOMEHOW and SOMEWAY to help him. Then after that fight she REFUSES to believe he hadn't survived, she is immediately searching for him. She is frantic, and she insists she knows he's alive, she can just feel it that's he's alive, while her breathing is erratic and her eyes are wide; when their friends start to believe he can't be found, she continues to search for hours upon hours. Then she finally, finally, finds him, injured and unconscious, but alive. She kneels at his head and holds him and just sobs from relief. It's like, she's seen him get hurt many times, but it's the first time to the pit of her stomach she worried he might not survive. Her belief in Vash the Stampede is unshakable, but she'd never been scared for him like that. She's just glad he's good.

Later in the Canon, I imagine another scene. The reveal that Gill is a plant involves fighting Knives. The team like finds him somewhere, and basically Gill tries fighting him and he just like grabs her in his knife appendages and lifts her into the air. He remarks how soft Vash is and how he seems to have not an insignificant amount of weakness is centered on this girl, "just look at your face right now. Are you that invested in someone this insignificant, Vash?" And he knows she's a plant and he would like her involved in his plan, but if she is insisting on interfering and disrupting his ability to get at and have Vash in his plans, then she's simply nothing more than an inconvenience to get rid of. He slices her body to ribbons. His blades constrict and slash everywhere surrounding her where they are holding her. Vash watches her fall to a bloody pile on the ground. She's not moving, and there's blood pooling everywhere fast all around her. He's scared. He can't stop staring at her form laying on the dark floor. He screams, and he screams at Knives, they argue and begin fighting. He's just got a roaring in his mind and he's caught between glancing at her and not wanting to look because she hasn't moved but he can't believe she hadn't survived. Then basically, she faintly hears Vash fighting, and she unconsciously uses her plant abilities. She weakly says for Knives to stop. The fighting stops as they turn to her, Knives surprised and Vash frozen. She starts to stand, telling Knives to stop again, and to not hurt him. Her body begins to glow with plant markings. Her wounds seal. She's a plant. It's obvious to everyone, as obvious as the sand inhabiting the desert. Then she like fights Knives, he leaves. But then Vash is relieved, but he's confused. Then he sees the absolute confusion, no deeper, the pure panic in her eyes as her whole identity is shattered and memories are returning and she can't see them fully because she's seeing memories breaking into her present, and babbling names and places that aren't near them and she can't recognize or understand what's real and where she is currently. He WANTS to help her but FUCK what can he DO right then? She's obviously panicking in confusion, but he can't think of anything to help her. Then, Lyric appears. He grabs Gill, and Vash raises his gun, but Lyric says only he can save Gill from her memories as she SCREAMS. Her fear just gores his chest it feels like, and he's afraid. He's afraid he can't help her, and he won't just let Lyric take her but what if there isn't a way they can save her themselves. Lyric holds her in his arms princess style while Vash feels just helpless. Then he takes her. And he's afraid he failed her and won't be able to reconcile that mistake. It's the initial fear of thinking his own brother murdered his best friend and then the fear that he's going to let her slip from his grasp as Lyric told them he's going to wash away her memories and make her not the Gillisn they've known again.

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OUGH /pos, the touch starved reader with Don is absolutely adorable, but now I’m wondering what a version with everyone’s favorite hothead would look like, if you wouldn’t mind, of course!

Hi there, and thanks for sending in another request! I know you had sent in a seperate ask to ignore this one since my ask box was closed at the time, but I genuinely enjoyed writing the Donnie request and I'm not about to pass up the chance to write some good ol' fluff. I'm glad you like the Donnie request, so I hope you enjoy this one as well!

Warnings: Some slight themes of stress and anxiety, but only if you squint

Word count: 588

A Good Hugger

Raph doesn't really do emotions.

He knows he can't process his own emotions very well and he really isn't the best at comforting people. "Just not that kinda guy," he says. But deep down he knows that he's scared of opening up to people and losing his tough guy act. He's got an image to uphold, y'know?

But all that started to change when he entered his current relationship.

The turtles had met s/o on accident. He was one of April's friends from school and as they were walking home from a late night study session at the library they were jumped by some Foot Clan goons. It didn't take them long to get to April's location after she had called Leo's T-Phone for help.

S/o was wonderful. Honestly, he was the best person Raph had ever met. He was always so kind towards him and was always patient when the red clad turtle's temper would flare up. They were both honest with each other about everything. How they felt, what they had done that day, chatting about the people in their lives that just drove them crazy. Raph always appreciated honestly from s/o because he could understand what was on their mind.

This time wasn't any different. It was towards the evning when s/o had come into the lair. Leo was busy watching yet another rerun episode of Space Heroes with Mikey loudly muching on some popcorn next to him, Donnie was busy welding something in his lab, and Raph had been nose deep in a comic.

He could tell that it was s/o from the sound of his shoes against the cement cement floor. Raph moved over a bit, allowing s/o to plop down next to him with a sigh. "What's up?" he asked, glancing over at his partner from the comic he was reading. The look on his face said more than enough however.

S/o's hair was a bit messier than usual. He usually kept it nice and tidy. He also had some dark circles under his eyes. Well, dark circles that were darker than usual. He reminded the red clad turtle of when Donnie would walk out of his lab after pulling an all-nighter. And most of all his eyebrows were creased as if something was bothering him. Raph set down his comic beside him.

"Do you... wanna talk about it?" he asked. A delayed response from s/o gave him his answer.

"I could just... really, really use a hug right now."

"Well I just so happen to be pretty decent at giving hugs." With that, Raph wrapped his arms and gave them a tight squeeze. He could feel all of his partner's muscles relax as he melted into a puddle in his arms. It was just the right amount of pressure to make all of his worries melt away.

Raph knew better than to pry. He never tried to force an answer out of anyone unless they were one of the many villains he and his brothers faught. However, since s/o has been in his life Raph has learned some very valuable lessons about patience, especially towards his brothers and even himself.

Laying his head on Raph's shoulder, s/o let out a quiet sigh and mumbled with a laugh, "Thanks Raph... You are a pretty good hugger" He couldn't see it, but Raph had the softest, sweetest smile plastered on his face. He can't help that s/o made him so soft.

"Anytime."

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