#this pose failed me but eh

[catiuskaa]

my knight in comforting armour

bc changbin just changbin changbin and like this was meant to be a small drabble but nothing can be small when changbin is the topic, only binnie. smol binnie. my binnie.

@evermourning hope you like this one, darling!

wc: 1.6k

tw: harassment, swearing

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You let out a soft grunt, eyeing at the black screen of your phone, squinting at the sight of small dents and cracks.

You had been in the plane for what probably was two hours, which made you sigh due to the lack of anything to do for the remaining 6 or 7 hours left. You were sat directly on the side of the corridor, making looking at the window a hard task considering not only the distance but the fact that the woman there had closed the window so she could sleep. If you could, you would’ve whined, but it was your choice to stop using the phone after it reached the 20%, so it was more of a you problem really for keeping your charger out of reach and being overall lazy to just stand up and get it.

You kept staring at the kids in the seats in front of you, listening to how they were decorating their Animal Crossing island, whether they should kick out “that ugly cow” or not when you suddenly felt a shiver ran through your spine, and you had to hold back the urge to look around in an anxious matter, the feeling of being stared at creeping in your body. Instead of acting like a total maniac, you calmly pretended to strech yourself until you spotted the culprit.

There he was, just a few rows behind you, his stare burning into your skin, almost making you flinch. It was a random guy you’d bumped into when trying to put your suitcase into the compartment and failed miserably, and even though he felt a bit too close to you for your liking, he had been nice and helped you with your stuff. Aside that, he was a complete stranger. You couldn’t help but move uncomfortably on your place, his gaze almost lingering on your skin. In a burst of awkwardness, you left your place and zoomed your way to the back of the plane and locked yourself in the bathroom.

What the hell was going on? Was he going to kiddnapp you or something? Getting you into the international drug dealing world? Steal from you? You didn’t know but it was sure fucked up, reason why you jumped when you got out of the bathroom and Creepy Guy was in front of you, his eyes trailing all over you— more like at your body. You shifted you pose and grinned politely, reminding yourself the definition of manners: smiling even though you’d rather punch the bitch in the face and run away.

“Excuse me,” you mentioned, hoping that the clusterfuck that was going on in your mind would just fade away, a scenery sort of like that meme with all the little Sponge Bobs running around in Sponge Bob’s brain as it was burning down.

“No, eh, excuse me. I noticed you earlier in the plane, I was wondering whether I had met you before…”

Oh my god, were you just paranoid all this time? For a second you felt bad, it wasn’t his fault that several men behaved like total shitheads.

“No, sorry, I don’t think so…” You tried going back to your seat, but he grabbed your forearm, his sweaty palms making you shiver in contrast of the AC that had been blasting at you for the past half an hour. Your whole body tensed up as his expression changed into a smile, one different from the sheepish smile from a second ago, this one felt dark and really, really creepy.

Changbin was heading back home with the rest of the members. Due to scheduling problems regarding the time they would spent out of the country, the agency had managed to get them sits for the plane, but separated from each other, unlike the usual three rows close they used to book, the lack of other services or departures that day being a bit at fault, although there was really no one to blame. Arriving was far more important than sitting close to eachother, so they’d decided to take the plane, thinking it wasn’t that big of a deal anyways.

He was sitting on the left side of the corridor, last row, with the only company of a cute old lady that fell asleep almost as soon as the plane took off.

He hadn’t seen you speed your way to the toilets, it had been Jisung who noticed your poor act of running away. He was sitting a few rows ahead, in alley sit, and turned around to look at him, head motion pointing towards your direction. Changbin shrugged, he hadn’t really paid attention to the situation until a man went behind you, in quite a brute way, as if he didn’t remember he was in public.

And that behaviour was… weirdly off putting.

Jisung and him stared at eachother for a second, Han’s eyebrows arched in confusion.

“No, stay here for a second.” The man had said to you in a rough tone.

Seo tensed up, eyes big, and slightly shook his head sideways towards Jisung, who immediatly turned towards the other side of the corridor, looking for a way to call the flight attendants’ attention.

“Let go of me, sir.” You were still scared, yet you hadn’t paid self-defence classes for nothing. “I won’t repeat myself a third time. Let. Go. Of. Me.”

Changbin was frozen in shock. He looked towards Han’s direction, in hopes that his silent cry for help could be noticed by someone on the fucking metal bird they were on, but it wasn’t being really helpful.

“Oh, you’re a strong woman, yeah, that’s why I had to help you with your suitcase.” He had laughed, as if what you had said had been a joke.

“Get over yourself, pretty legs.”

Seo flinched and frowned. He was waiting, waiting for a signal that could tell him if you were actually fine on your own or if he had to launch himself to help.

Because no doubt on it.

He would.

You were surprisingly calm, although your heart was racing due to the adrenaline in your body. You moved your arm away and tried getting into the toilet again, yet barely managed to enter when Creepy Guy pushed you out of the cubicule.

“You’re getting on my nerves, bitch.” He murmured.

“Get off me, you fucking pervert!” You tried to push him, and repeated what you’d learned before. You turned your arm inwards, making his bend in an uncomfortable position and then grabbed his wrist, twisted it again until he was at your mercy, and finished it by stepping on his foot.

Changbin looked at you, mouth partially

opened in surprise, then smiled slightly. He shook his head, ‘sometimes people are their own heroes’ he thought, but just when he was about to sit back, Creepy Guy had tried to elbow you when your attempted escape hadn’t quite worked.

“I am going to beat you up.”

You turned pale. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How to get out of this one? You were running out of patience and ideas.

“Everything alright here?”

You looked at the shredded man in front of you, dressed fully in black, curly hair making him look quite cute, yet his expression would make anyone at least a bit wary of their actions.

A note must be cleared, because on one hand, you could have gotten out of the problem just fine. Most likely. But you on the other hand, did what every sane human being would do in danger, and greeted the helping —and beautiful— man with a warm embrace, literally, because you yeeted yourself to his arms, whispering at least four ‘thank yous’ when he hugged you back slightly.

“Changbin.” He mentioned, what you supposed was his name. “Pretend with me for a second, ok?”

You nodded and turned around, facing the man.

“Any issues with my girl that I would need to know of?”

You held back a shiver that creeped from the deeperst parts of your body, unable to understand exactly why, because it had been just a nickname. Creepy Guy almost groaned, huffing in response as he fixed his shirt.

“Your girl? This bitch was almost on her knees for me not even two hours ago, dude. Teach her some fucking manners then.”

You noticed Changbin’s hand lying on the small of your back, at the exact spot where it could look like he was gropping you, but the skinship just felt quite comfortable, him almost barely touching your lower back.

“Excuse you, you absolute delusional freak. There’s only bitch in this conversation, and its not me.” You fumed, adrenaline still rushing through your body.

“It’s ok, babe.” Seo held you sofly by your waist, and you leaned into the touch, at first purely by instinct, which surprised you.

Creepy Guy tried heading outside, when Changbin grabbed him just like he had grabbed you minutes ago.

“By the way, I’ve got the whole thing on video. Good luck getting out of this one, champ.” He smiled, and your insides twisted.

“You bast-“

“Is everything ok, sir?”

Changbin recognized Jisung waving in his place, sending him thumbs up with a smile, mouthing what he got as “sorry”, as well as Chan, who was directly behind the flight attendant that stood in front of both of you, a woman that looked fierce as hell, and clearly wasn’t having any of this situation, despite the apparent sweetness of her tone.

She called for other flight attendant who guided the man to his seat, then directed herself to you, her whole facade wearing off and looking at you in a mix of proudness and a bit of pity, understanding your awkward position.

“Is your seat close to his?” You nodded.

She pinched her nose, visibly holding herself back from behaving violently. “Are you traveling with these gentlemen? I could try and search for a seat closer to them” She pointed to the other men that looked at you.

You noticed again the somewhat soft palm in the curve of your back, which brought you back to reality.

“No, but I still would want to change. Is that a problem… Changbin?” He smiled, cheeks softly turning pink.

“Oh no, its ok. We’re a group of eight scrambled through the airplane, I don’t think it’ll be an issue to find a spare seat.”

Ten minutes later, you were giggling next to him, using his phone while you charged yours with his cable as you both kept loosing at the same game, failing to find more words for the crossword.

You hoped you could keep the contact with all the group after you met them when the airplane landed. And something made you think you would, noticing a hand drawing soft circles on the palm of your hand as you all tried to get out of the crowds.

~Kats, a fluff Changbin enthusiast who is being deeply affected by cuffing season and binnie in a compression shirt.

#respectfully drooling #seo changbin fluff #my fluffy baby #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #soft hours #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz seo changbin #seo changbin scenarios #seo changbin stray kids #seo changbin #skz changbin #stray kids changbin #seo changbin imagines

[lunaroserites]

Art and Ice

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: This might a 2 or 3 parter. College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that troupe and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing I think, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Derogatory use of the word puck bunny. Bucky is a playboy. There is not interaction be MC and Bucky quite yet.

Word Court: 1935

Likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

“I don’t know what to do,” you groaned as you threw your head back against the worn couch. 

“I want the project to focus on movement, but lifelike movement. Human movement.” You mocked your professor. It not being nature themed had to be a jab just for you. All your projects were nature related or still motion. 

“Professor Grace wasn’t targeting you,” Wanda said, letting out a chuckle at your dramatics. 

“Are you sure you’re not a drama major?” Pietro laughed as he threw a butter packet at you. 

“You two are the worst,” you sighed as you threw your arm over your eyes. Twins, why did my best friends have to be twins. The world is cruel, your thoughts drift.

“Why don’t you come to the track and draw me?” Pietro wiggled his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes in response.  

“Eh,” you sighed. You didn’t want a solution at the moment. You just wanted to complain. 

“She just wants to vent guys,” Natasha said as she came through the door holding a couple bags of takeout and a box of wine. “And I doubt she wants to see you and the rest of the track team in those tiny little running shorts you call clothing,” she sassed at Pietro. He just laughed, and stuck a pose with his leg up on the bar stool next to the island counter causing you all to laugh with him. 

“Thank you,” you exclaimed as she handed you your food. You threw a 10 at her and settled back down into the couch. 

“You know, you could come by the rink and draw a couple of the guys,” Nat mentioned. Her long term boyfriend was on the hockey team, Clint, a sharpshooting winger nicknamed Hawkeye. 

“Pfft,” you scoffed. “I’m not going to have them think I’m one of those, puck kitties, or whatever they’re called.” 

“Puck bunny,” Wanda chimed in, you pointed your chopstick at her and smiled. 

Natasha let out a loud laugh, one of those full bodied ones, “god they won’t think that.” You raised your eyebrow at her and gave her an incredulous look. 

“I can’t have them showing off because I’m there. I need to get them in their element. Not focused on what I’m doing,” you groaned again. “Biggest issue is I will need permission from the person or people. So they’ll have to know.” 

“Like I said Princessa, draw me. You have my permission,” Pietro winked, you rolled your eyes at him. 

“You’re too obvious of a choice. And as much as Wanda insists that Professor Grace doesn’t have a personal vendetta against me, she’ll love pointing out I picked the safe option,” you whined. 

“Wanda, you haven’t seen Grace in class. She will take any chance to criticize her pieces. Nitpicking to the extreme.” Natasha chimed in, “if it wasn’t for Dr. Rain I think our resident artist would've failed out of this course by now.” Dr. Rain was the head of the art department and after a wholly undergraded piece you submitted last semester Prof. Grace was on thin ice. So she graded you fairly but took every chance to tear you apart in front of the class. 

“I’ll think about the hockey team. It would be the least expected from me anyway,” you signed and got up from the couch taking everyone’s garbage and throwing it out. Football season was over, but the hockey season was in full swing right now and our team was top of the league. 

“They have practice tomorrow night, you should come by and look at it,” Nat said, giving you a knowing look. 

~The Next Day~

That's how you ended up in the rink. Underdressed because you didn’t realize how cold an ice rink would be in the stands. You were right though, about the type of girls that hung out there, they were scantily dressed and leaning over the tunnel that the players exited and entered from. How they weren’t frozen baffled you. 

Nat was sitting reading a chemistry book across from you near the bench, as you didn’t want the team knowing you knew her. Well everyone but Clint. You’ve hung out quite a few times over the past couple years. You took a seat a few rows up opposite the bench near what Nat called the Sin bin (penalty box.) It gave an excellent undisrupted view of the rink and the players as they practiced. 

The sounds of skates gliding over fresh ice and sticks bouncing off it was an almost soothing sound. The puck skittered across the ice as it was passed between teammates and shot toward the empty net. The goalie, a guy named Quill, was performing some kind of ritual at the opposite end of the rink. Nat mentioned he was a bit of an odd duck. But according to her all goalies were odd in their own ways. 

The movement was fluid and easy to follow. How these giant men moved so weightlessly across the ice left you in awe. The Captain of the team was a blonde center named Steve Rogers, better known as Cap. Most of the school knew him, he was in a few of your art classes over the semesters. His girlfriend Peggy, was the student union president. 

The star of the team was his blurry best friend James “Bucky” Barnes. He was a “winger,” with good prospects for the NHL according to Nat as she gave you a lowdown of the team as you guys went there just after practice started. He was nicknamed the White Wolf. How a man of his size moved that easily was mesmerizing, he almost floated over the ice and it looked like he was dancing. He was sinfully handsome as well. Every other week he had a new girl hanging off his arm. Undoubtedly one of those puck bunnies as they were called. He was the talk of the school after the football season concluded. 

It made you dislike him on principle. The sports were definitely more priority in the school and the art department lacked thanks to these overgrown toddlers on skates. But you couldn’t deny his natural handsomeness, he looked effortlessly handsome and it was almost unfair. 

You looked down at your sketch pad that you had been absently scratching at. Bucky seemed to be your muse because you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he effortlessly skated around the rink. You were in danger and you knew it. You gulped and closed the book before quickly gathering your things and leaving. 

It didn’t take Nat long to text you and ask where you went. You sent her a quick message back saying you were cold. Not that Bucky, the school's playboy, had quickly become the muse of your piece. 

“Nat, I thought you said your friend was coming by,” Clint asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. 

“She did, she left because she was cold,” Nat chuckled. 

“Anyone know the pretty one watching by the sin bin?” She overheard Wilson ask. “And what she was doing?” 

“I think I was in a couple art classes with her,” Steve mentioned missing your name. 

“I won’t complain if she comes by again,” Barnes said. Wilson raised a brow at him. 

“What, so you can break her heart well?” 

“Look doll, it’s not you,” 

“It’s me.” Wilson and Stark said together. Barnes shot both men a glare. Then the high pitched whine of Barnes newest fling squealed his name and that was Clint and Nat’s queue to hightail it out of there. The collective groans from the rest of the team matched her thoughts. 

~A couple days later~

“Loki, I don’t know what I’m going to do, this project is worth too much for me to go safe,” you sighed as you laid your head on his lap. He was reading some classic novel for his English class in the student commons. His fingers nimbly moved through your hair as he held the book in the other hand. 

“Darling, just go back to the ice rink,” he knew almost immediately when something was up when you were walking together a couple days later. The perspective bastard. Loki was your best friend since middle school, his brother Thor was the star quarterback for the football team in both high school and here. 

“Why would I do that,” you pouted. 

“Because you clearly want to draw this man, and it will ruin you for months just like that piece you did of Helena,” he said shortly. Helena or Hela was his big sister and she was absolutely stunning. You had pined over drawing her for a piece for months before Loki forced you to ask her. It fixed everything and life back to normal after you painted the piece. 

“I hate when you do that,” you whined, his eyes flicking down to your face. 

“Hate what darling,” he mused. 

“That, being reasonable and knowing what I need before I admit what I need to do.” He laughed and ruffled your hair affectionately. 

“Comes with years of experience,” he sighed and placed his book down next to his leg. “Do bundle up this time will you,” he called as you walked away, you quickly flipped him the bird as you rounded the corner. 

And there you were back at the rink again. Although tonight was a game night and the rink was packed. “20 dollars,” a nasally boy said as he pushed his glasses up, he looked bored out of his mind. 

“Pardon?” You asked, looking at him. 

“It’s 20 dollars to get in the game,” he said in an annoyed tone. 

“Oh, I’m a student,” you showed your ID card, he rolled his eyes, “5 dollars.” You nodded and placed the five down. Only partners of the team got in free. Perk of fucking one of the team members you guessed, that must have outweighed the fear of them cheating or getting bored. You knew that wasn’t fair. At least two of the guys were in committed relationships and one was in an on again off again relationship. The rest though you weren’t sure, you shock your head at the thought. 

You caught the flaming red hair of Nat in her reserved seat next to the bench, Peggy was next to her. There were a few open seats at the top of the rink, not great from getting a good view of what you needed to draw. But it would have to do. Instantly your eyes were drawn to Barnes, number 17, flying up the ice leaving the opposing team in the dust, snow? With a quick flick of his wrist the puck was shot sideways and Barton scored. The crowd stood and cheered loudly. You wished you had ear plugs now. The buzzer was insanely loud and made your ears ring. How Nat enjoyed this you’d never understand. Barton. You thought, Nat wasn’t big on sports, but she was big on her sweet boyfriend. 

You focused on Barnes as he showboated around the rink, celebrating his assist. He moved so fluidly, you were mesmerized. You drew many little pieces focusing on the movement trying to capture the effortlessness of him skating. You were startled from your drawing when the buzzer screeched again the crowd roared in applause. The team scored again and it seemed to be Barnes that scored this time. Hats flew onto the ice as he skated around. That was odd, you squinted at the action. His eyes caught yours for a split second as he rushed past and it felt like eternity. 

Read Chapter 2 here

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#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #marvel imagine #college!bucky #college au #loki #natasha x clint #bucky fanfic #white wolf #hockey fic #artist fic #hockeyplayer!bucky x artist!reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x female reader

[beuatifulbuttercup]

og counselors incorrect quotes

Silena: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

Beckandorf: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible? Pollux: I gotta give you credit, Connor. You make it look easy. Connor: Years of practice.

Percy: Stop failing. Travis: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now! Travis: Succeeds Travis: Dang it!

Silena: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Clarisse: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Katie: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Katie is such a nice person, Katie is so happy-go-lucky! Katie can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Katie CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Katie IS be in a bad mood.

Travis: Punch me in the face. Katie: …Punch you? Travis: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? Katie: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

Percy: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

Lee: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!? Annabeth: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Annabeth: Don't go to the kitchen. Silena: Why? Annabeth: I saw a spider. Silena: Well, did you kill it? Annabeth: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair…

Annabeth, ordering Starbucks: Hey, I just got my heart broken, what do you recommend? Castor, who’s running the drive thru: … Castor: Tequila.

The Squad: walking at the mall Castor: Hey, have any of you guys seen Katie? They’ve been gone for a while.. Clarisse: Eh, nope. Lee: No, I haven’t… Annabeth: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something. Katie: Hey. Pollux: Ooh, there you are- Clarisse: What the fu- Annabeth: I- where were you?! Katie: Walking right behind you guys.

Clarisse: So what’s for dinner? Percy: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Clarisse: … Clarisse: Is it soup? Percy: I soup-pose it could be! winks Clarisse: Please, enough with the soup puns! Percy: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Clarisse: STOP! one hour later Clarisse: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

Connor: When you've been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin. Annabeth: Navy blue isn't your color. Connor: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! Chases after Annabeth

Percy: I have a problem. Travis: If it's harder than 2+2, I can't help.

Katie: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t “fit in” and I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.

#pjo #pjo incorrect quotes #percy jackson #annabeth chase #katie gardner #clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #charlie beckendorf #travis stoll #connor stoll #lee fletcher #castor pjo #pollux pjo #don't think about how 4 of them die #just don't okay

[chrysbibi]

Pairing: Art Student!Asahi Hamada x fem!Reader

Genre: College AU, friends to lovers, smut, fluff

Summary: Friends help each other and what better help could you possibly offer than posing nude for Asahi when he can't find a model for his nude painting project?

Word count: 8.8k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, nudity, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, Asahi and reader are crackheads, Asahi and his longer hair being a threat to humanity

As soon as Asahi walks into the cafe, you can tell that something is wrong. He spots you the moment he pushes open the heavy glass door and immediately heads to your table. You watch him as he rushes towards you, flopping down in the chair in front of you and letting his shoulder bag fall to the floor. You bring your mug of hot chocolate to your lips and carefully sip the thick liquid as Asahi rubs his face with both hands, causing his glasses to be pushed upwards.

"Can I get you something?"

Asahi removes his face from his palms, his glasses falling back into their place as he turns to look at the waitress that was quick to come to his aid.

"Iced Americano please!" Asahi's drawls and the waitress nods, giving him a small smile before leaving.

Your eyes follow the waitress as she gives his order to the barista, only to turn and see Asahi massaging his eyes. He sighs again and pushes his hair back and out of his eyes. You find the action extremely attractive and you mentally thank his morning drowsiness for probably being the cause of his forgotten headband.

"So…" you begin saying as you let your mug down, "...let me guess. Late night painting or Jeongwoo's and Haruto's loud asses kept you up all night." you grin as you rest your chin on your palm.

"Neither!" he groans and leans on his chair, "I have to hand in a painting in three days and I still don't know what to draw!"

"You still don't have a theme?"

At that, Asahi pauses and looks at you before averting his eyes, one hand scratching the back of his neck, "That's not exactly the problem…"

You titl your head and pick up your mug again taking small sips, "Then what is it?"

"Eh…"

This could be the most awkward you have seen Asahi act in a while and Asahi rarely acts awkward. Weird, yes! But, awkward? Not really. You can't help but be curious of what caused him to be so uneasy in front of you as you watch him fidget in his seat.

"I have to draw nude…"

You choke on a mouthful of hot chocolate and quickly set your cup on the table not to spill any of the drink as you are violently coughing. You are gulping down a glass of water and Asahi is furiously blushing when the waitress returns with his coffee.

"One Iced Americano!" she says brightly before reading the room, hastily leaving.

Asahi takes a swallow of coffee as you finally manage to calm down and look at him. A red tint is still visible in his cheeks even though he tries to seem unbothered.

"Nude?"

"Well not nude as in me being nude but yeah…" Asahi finally turns to face you, "Basically, I am having real trouble finding my model."

You stare at him, still unsure of what is the right thing to reply to that and Asahi scratches his neck, tension building up once again. You drum your fingers on your mug and focuse on the cars passing outside the window.

"Did you ask any of the boys?"

"Well, yes and no!" Asahi seems to relax a bit at the slight change of topic as he leans back on his chair, "Jaehyuk would probably agree, but he is visiting his parents this week and I don't think we can videocall this! Then there was an attempt with Haruto and Jeongwoo…"

"An attempt?" you giggle, raising an eyebrow at him now that the mood has lightened.

"Yeah…They said no! A definite no. No second thoughts, no reconsidering. They said that only over their dead bodies they would pose for a nude painting that would be displayed in front of the whole class!" Asahi laughes but then his expression turns a bit bitter, "So, I guess I am failing it."

He shrugs and drinks a bit of coffee, silence falling once more between the two of you. You are whirling the remaing of your hot chocolate with your spoon when the words come out of your mouth.

"I can do it."

Asahi stops moving, his straw still hanging from his lips as he stares at you wide-eyed. You keep swirling your drink, seemingly calm but inside your head there is only chaos. Your heart is beating hard against your chest to the point you think that not only Asahi, but also the people nearby your table can clearly hear it.

Why would you say that? you scream inside your head, barely holding back from hitting yourself or face planting the table.

You raise your eyes and look at him sitting utterly dumbfounded across the table, staring at you like you grew a second head. Well, fuck it now you said it, you can't go back.

"I can model for you."

Oh, God that sounded so wrong!

You just want to hide your face in your hands and stay like that forever. Instead of doing that though, you keep still, waiting for him to turn down your proposal and then you can say that it was just a joke and laugh about it.

"You would do that?"

"Uh…" you are lost for words as Asahi actually sounds excited.

"Are you free tomorrow afternoon?" he asks and you feel like your brain is failing at comprehending what is happening.

"Wait!" you raise your hands in front of you and look at him dead in the eye, "Are we really doing that?"

Now Asahi seems to be the confused one, "Yes?" he furrows his eyebrows, "...No?"

You hesitate and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"If you don't want to do it it's fine, you don't have to-"

"No, sorry, I just-" you wave your hand in front of you, "I just-" not going back now, "I will do it, there is no problem." you manage to smile despite the chaos in your mind.

Asahi doesn't seem conviced, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, don't worry. I will pose for you, you will pass your class and everyone will be happy!" you play the laid back card as you lean on your chair and grin at him.

Asahi is still furowing his eyebrows, but seeing you so persistent, he relaxes his muscles and takes a sip of his coffee; his eyes scanning your face for even a hint of regret. But, at this point you have convinced yourself that this is not such a bad idea as you thought of it at first.

This was a terrible idea.

You are sitting alone in Asahi's room wearing only a white robe; his white robe. It isn't the fact that you are in his room that makes you uneasy, nor is the fact that you are mostly naked apart from the robe.

Not that this makes the situation any easier!

It is more the reason why you are in his room, wearing his robe, waiting for him to come inside.

At any moment now, Asahi will come inside and you will remove the robe, letting him paint you naked for one of his classes. Not what you would call an everyday interraction between friends!

You close your eyes, take a deep inhale and then you exhale from the mouth, trying to ease your nerves. Opening your eyes, you attempt to find comfort in the familiar paintings hanging on the wall in front of you, as you have seen them a million times by now. Most of them are Asahi's paintings for some of his university classes, but others were drawn by him in his spare time. You were there for most of the part to see him create these, while others were hanging on his walls way before you two became friends.

Somehow staring at them and the dark blue walls you know so well, makes you forget the reason you are here today and instead you reminisce about the happy times you have spent with Asahi between these four walls. That is until the door opens with a click and Asahi walks in hesitantly; at first not looking at you, but after noticing you are still wearing the robe, he raises his eyes from the floor. He leaves his brushes next to his tall canva and turns to you.

"I am ready."

The words echoe in your ears and you gulp. You wish that he doesn't notice that your hands tremble slightly as you grab the rope of the garment, ready to untie it.

"Uh I-" he tenses and takes a step backwards, averting his stare from you, "I will wait outside. When you are ready call me in!" he basically runs out of the room, banging the door behind him and you are left staring at the closed door wide eyed.

Even in the empty room, your heart keeps pounding against your chest as you let the robe fall to the floor. You quietly fold it and put it aside. You stare at his bed for a moment before gathering the courage and climbing on top of it. His bedsheets are soft and they are smelling exactly like him. You let your hands wander, feeling the smooth fabric, before you mentally slap yourself.

What are you doing?

You retrieve your hand and move around trying to decide on the best pose. You have agreed with Asahi that you will pose in a way that will pretty much cover your intimate parts, so that you won't have to expose yourself to him or his class. Although, you can't deny that as you are trying to find the ideal position, the thought of posing more seductively crosses your mind.

The thought is gone as quickly as it came, considering that Asahi would probably have a heart attack and your friendship would never be able to recover from that! And also because you don't have the guts to try something bold like that.

In the end, you settle with a sitting position; your legs laying on your right side, one thigh slightly higher than the other to cover your genital area while one arm supports your weight and the other hides your breasts. You nervously inhale, easing your breathing as you try to appear calm and collected. You can hear Asahi pacing up and down on ther other side of the door, which makes a new wave of distress wash over you.

"C-Come in."

You curse under your breath for not sounding determined enough, but every thought quickly empties your head as the door opens and Asahi steps in. Even before coming inside the room, his cheeks are painted a light red, his eyes scanning the floor as if he is meticulously searching for something; fortunately missing the way you gulp. He reaches his canva and only then he lifts his eyes to look at you.

If his face had a light blush before, now the blush turns to a vivid red color as blood instantly rushes to his face. You feel your own cheeks heat up, betting that their color matched that of a tomato. Asahi clears his throat and dips a brush in the water next to him, selecting a few paint tubes from his stash.

"We will start now…" he says quietly and begins drawing a rough sketch of you with his pencil.

You stay still as Asahi starts drawing, trying to be as helpful as you can. But every time Asahi leans away from his canva to look at you, taking measurements with the head of his pencil, you feel your throat becoming dry and goosebumps appearing on your skin. That lasts for about 8 hours -short breaks included- and you definitely count them as some of the hardest 8 hours of your life.

You spent all these hours in silence, with a few exceptions while the tension could easily be cut by a knife. Every time you took a break, Asahi would leave the room, letting you stretch and walk around before returning without a word and continuing the painting. Even when you did a lunch break, Asahi and you ate silently, in contrast to your usual bubbly conversations over food.

At some point Asahi set down his brush and looked at you, telling you that he had finished and that you should get dressed. He still wanted to add a few details on the painting, but he said he could do those on himself, eager to end this day. You had quickly gotten dressed and muttered a quiet goodbye to Asahi as you practically run towards the door of his apartment, bumping into Haruto on your way out, but you were too stressed to apologize or even greet him.

As you walk further away from Asahi's shared flat, you recall again the events of the day, getting more and more embarrashed by the minute. You hide your burning cheeks with your hands, feeling how hot they became while wishing that Asahi would pass his class and you would both forget about it.

You stare wide eyed at your cellphone that is ringing; the name of the caller overly familiar. It has been two days since you went to Asahi's place to pose for him and since then you two haven't talked or even texted each other.

But, now he is calling you. And you are freaking out!

"H-Hey…" you pick up the phone and immediately regret it. Maybe you can just end the call and maybe he will think that you actually never answered?

The other line is silent for a bit and for a moment you wonder if you have really accepted the call. Just then, Asahi's voice rings through your ears.

"I got an F."

You freeze. What?

"What?!"

"The professor said that the painting was too constrained…"

What?!

"But…isn't he the one always praising your paintings for their boldness?" you pace up and down on the campus, your moves becoming more nervous as a sinking feeling settles in your chest.

"What are you going to do?" you ask before he has the chance to reply to your previous question.

"I need to make another painting if I don't want to fail the class."

You abruptly stop moving. There you are, standing still in the middle of the campus grounds, gaping like a fish.

"And I need to submit it by the end of the week."

"That's why I called…" you never react and Asahi takes that opportunity to continue, "I need you to pose for me again."

"...If you would like." he adds when he still gets no answer.

"Uh…" you are still processing the situation when he bombards you with the offer and your brain just seems to shut down for a moment.

How would you do this?

Yes, Asahi needs your help, but things were so awkward last time! You hadn't even talked or seen each other for two days because of how absurd the situation was. And now he needs you to do that again!?

You bite your lip and look around you in frustration, as if one of the passing students can save you from this mess.

"Isn't there anybody else who…" you slowly cut your sentence in half, knowing that he wouldn't be asking you this if he had any other choice. You can hear Asahi's nervous breathing from the other side of the line and you feel your throat dry and your heart sink.

You close your eyes and sigh, "Is tomorrow fine with you?"

Once again, you find yourself sitting on Asahi's bed, wearing his robe, waiting for him. You close your eyes and take deep breaths to calm your nerves. How did things turn out like that?!

You shake your head to make the thought go away. You have done this before; you can do it again! You snap your eyes open, determined to make this work this time.

Muffled voices echo behind the door and you recognize them before the door swings open, revealing Jaehyuk and a very flushed Asahi. You bring your hands closer to your body, suddenly feeling a bit exposed as you were not expecting to encounter Jaehyuk.

Jaehyuk however doesn't roam his eyes over your form or act weird upon seeing you. Instead he smiles brightly and tilts his head, happy to see you.

"Hey! I was just telling Asahi that I am heading out, so he should better behave!" he glances at Asahi, who is holding the doorknob and is having the worst time of his life, "If you need anything call me!"

"Yes, okay, bye." Asahi mutters hurriedly, closing the door on Jaehyuk's face.

"Have fun! Bye!" Jaehyuk manages to utter before the door slams shut.

Asahi stands beside it for a moment, his ears red from embarrassment, before he walks behind his canva. He chooses his brushes and colors for the painting, hands slightly shaking from his distress. He rubs his face with one hand, pushing his glasses upwards before they fall back in place and sighs dramatically.

He raises his head to look at you and his eyes widen, "S-Sorry I forgot you have to take off the robe!"

He takes a few steps towards the door, "I will go outside!"

"No, wait!"

Your hands fly in front of you as in to stop him and Asahi halts. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at you baffled. You feel the tension leaving your shoulders as you lower your hands back to your lap.

"I think…" you start, fingers fiddling among them, "...that you should be here while I undress."

Asahi's eyes widen and you panic.

Wrong phrasing you idiot!

"Not in a- I mean that-" you stumble on your words, feeling heat rising to your face and neck.

You take a deep breath and lock your eyes with his, "That sounded very bad."

Asahi nods, "It totally did."

You sigh and scratch your neck nervously, "I meant that, last time you failed exactly because of this!"

Asahi tilts his head to the side, like he is trying to understand your point.

"We were so afraid of facing each other and the situation and- and we just acted so childish!" you run your mouth and now that you started it seems impossible to stop, "It's not like we haven''t seen a naked body before! And you are an artist! You will see hundreds more naked bodies in your life! And- and it's not like I haven't seen myself naked before!"

Okay, maybe you were a bit getting out of hand.

"So, why can't we act like adults and strip naked?! Huh? It doesn't make sense!" you take a breath and point a finger at him, "I will take this robe off and you will decide on the pose and I don't care if I have to model with my legs open or my anus showing, I will do it and you will draw the fuck out of me! Because that's what real friends do!" you finish your mess of a speech, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

Asahi looks at you and blinks once, twice, before he bursts out laughing. You feel your cheeks flush, yet scowl at him and cross your arms over your chest.

"What's so funny?"

Asahi has almost doubled over from laughter as he grabs his knees for support. He makes eye contact as his laughter slowly dies out and he straightens up.

"You are right. If we are doing this, we should do it properly."

All of a sudden, he is serious again and that doesn't help with your nerves. At least, the atmosphere has undeniably lighten up.

"Right."

You gulp and hop off the bed, standing before him, with only a few meters separating the two of you. You grab the ends of the rope and pull, untying the robe. Suddenly, all of your previous confidence evaporates in thin air and you feel vulnerable again.

Asahi is watching you with pursed lips, his eyes following your every move. You haven't done anything similar to this before and especially not with Asahi! You have been close since the beginning of your friendship two years ago, but never like that!

Too late to back off now you remind yourself and with a deep breath you push the robe over your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Your face is burning up, but you don't stray your gaze from Asahi. He takes a sharp breath and you notice the light tremble in his hands before he closes them in tight fists. You stare at each other for about half a minute, his eyes taking in all of you while yours stay mostly focused on his face. Asahi's face has turned red and he gulps audibly before he looks down.

We should do it properly.

"How should I pose?"

You are surprised at yourself for sounding so calm and Asahi snaps his head towards you, He looks around him then at his canva and then back at you. He is certainly not as unbothered as you.

"Eh…"

He steps behind his canva and stares at it, lost in his thoughts. You wait till he snaps out of it before shyly making his way to you. His face is still red and his eyes are focusing everywhere but on you.

"Lay down so that your head faces the canva and your legs are close to the wall."

You do as he says, lying down on the bed from the side and bending your knees, as there isn't enough space for your legs in this angle. You throw your head back, at the edge of the mattress and look straight at the canva.

"Like that?"

"Uh, kind of, yes." Asahi seems hesitant as he inspects you, "Your knees are nice like that. Can you open them a bit more? And place your left hand at the edge of the bed next to your head?"

You move around, following his instructions and bite your lips as cold air hits your vagina. You can't deny that you feel overexposed; you never imagined you would pose like this, even if you claimed to be comfortable with your legs open. Asahi looks like the confident one now as he guides you and you submit to his requests.

"Uh, can I...?" Asahi cuts his question in half, but you understand what he wants from the way his hands reach towards your body.

"Don't worry. You can touch me."

You look into his eyes as you utter the words and try to keep your blush to a minimum.

"Change whatever you don't like."

Asahi nods after a moment and moves next to you. You watch him as he fixes the position of your hand and then grabs your chin, pushing it a bit higher. His touch is gentle and your eyes meet as he moves your head a bit.

You stare at each other and for a second it feels like there is more to the light touches and long stares. But, then Asahi turns his head away and leans forward to reach your legs.

And it is at that exact moment, when Asahi's lower body is close enough to your face and visible from the angle you are placed, that you notice it. That you notice the bulge in his cotton pants.

Asahi is hard.

Asahi is hard!

Asahi is hard because of you!

You gulp and take deep breaths, but it doesn't stop you from staring at his boner. You feel his hands spread your legs even wider and your pussy clenches around nothing. Your legs slip away from his hold and press together, in an attempt to hide your glistening folds from him. Asahi, thinking you moved out of sole instinct, grabs your knees and pulls your legs apart.

"N-No, wait-" your voice is hoarse, but you are too late.

Asahi's gaze locks with your cunt and he immediately notices the thick liquid oozing of it. His head whirls to face yours and you gape at each other, both of your chests heaving as you breathe hard.

He studies your face and his eyes widen when you glance at his hard on, realization hitting him. You slowly raise your head from the mattress while you mantain eye contact, hundred of thoughts swirling in your head. Now that it came to this, maybe it is finally time to be a bit bold!

You slide your hands over his and slowly, as if testing the waters, you guide them from your knees, towards your pussy. Asahi doesn't resist you, but maybe he is just too stunned to actually react. His eyes just follow your hands, lips pursed and Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows his own saliva. When you pass your mid-thigh though, he pulls slightly away, like he is unsure of what you are about to do.

And for a second you are worried that you took it too far, that you ruined your friendship -or whatever it was that you were having right now- and everything that came with it. But, when you look into his eyes, you see that they have dilated with nothing but lust. You recognize the flicker of worry that passes by them and you squeeze his hands in reassurance.

"I told you. You can touch me."

Asahi's eyes widen and he takes a sharp breath from the mouth. You give him a nod and a small smile and Asahi closes his gaping mouth, clenching his teeth.

That was all Asahi needed to hear.

His eyes are back on the lower part of your body and his hands glide all the way down to your pussy; long fingers catching your inner folds and parting them open. He turns to look at you as two of his fingers massage your pussy, gathering some of your fluids and smoothly move them on top of your clit.

Your mouth opens and a loud moan slips past your lips, as you feel his fingers circle your sensitive bud. The feeling is unreal; the fact that Asahi is the one touching you is unreal! You honestly can't believe this is really happening and it's not just another fantasy of yours, like all the others that you have had these past few months.

Suddenly, two slender fingers slip inside you and you immediately clench around them. His thumb stays on your clit as his fingers lazily fuck you. This time you can't help but throw your head back on the mattress, his hard-on coming into your view again.

In between your moans, you manage to raise your hand and palm him over his pants. The fabric is relatively thin and you can feel all of him under your palm. Asahi let's out a low groan and he curls his fingers inside you, his long digits hitting your walls, making you squirm.

Your hands fly to his belt and try to unbuckle it; a bit of a struggle with your face staring at his crotch upside down. You whine and Asahi actually chuckles. You stop and raise your eyes to look at him, only to find him smiling down at you with that stupid, closed-mouth grin of his.

You furrow your eyebrows in annoyance and tug him towards you by his still-intact-belt. Asahi stumbles forward and you place your lips over his clothed bulge, kissing it softly. His dick twitches against your lips and you grin, your hands lowering to grab his hips as you peck his length.

Asahi's fingers loose speed till they go completely numb inside of you as he stares at you, mind blank of logical thoughts. His left hand moves from your thighs to your neck and then at the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair, but not attempting to pull at it. Yet.

You give him a quick glance, lips curling into a smirk as you leave another kiss over his pants, this time an open mouth one. You can feel Asahi loose his footing for a second before he recovers and slightly massages your head with his thump. Your hands go back to his belt and this time you manage to unbuckle it, without separating your lips from his lower body.

With one swift move you pull his belt and drop it to the floor. Excitement arises inside you and you pull away to unbutton his cotton pants with ease. Your lips are back on him the moment his pants fall lower, revealing his underwear. There is a wet stain where Asahi's tip is located and you push your tongue against it, eyes locking with Asahi's as you tease him.

His eyebrow twitches but he doesn't give you the satisfaction of a grand reaction. Instead, the fingers between your folds start moving again; slowly sliding in and out of you.

You guess two can play this game and Asahi is not handing you the victory that easily.

Fine. If he wants to play, you will play with him.

You yank down his underwear and his dick springs free, hitting his lower belly. Having been friends with Asahi for a while now, you find it a bit weird to be looking at his erected dick while you lie on his bed in the nude. But, maybe weird is just the upside down angle that you are forced to stare at it from!

Asahi's fingers are still moving inside of you, but slower now as not to distract you from the decision up ahead. You strain your neck and tilt your head a bit in order to take a better look at his cock. You don't touch it though.

"You can touch me."

Asahi's voice is hoarse and it makes you look up at him. It's the first time he talked since you started getting handsy.

His cheeks are flushed, a rare sight on his pale skin, while he is gaping at you. His long, black hair is falling messily in front of his eyes and his glasses have fallen a bit lower on his nose as he hasn't bothered pushing them up.

Not breaking eye contact, you push yourself off your current position and stand on his bed with your knees. His hands fall limply by his sides and he doesn't reach out to you, waiting for your next move. You can see the curiosity in Asahi's eyes as you grab the sides of his glasses and put them back on the root of his nose.

You beam with pleasure and Asahi is left staring at you, before his eyes flicker to your lips. Your smile fades as you follow his gaze, lips parting open as you stare at his own mouth. He slightly leans forward, but he doesn't close the distance between you.

You are both still so nervous, it is ridiculous!

You tilt you head to the side and touch his lips with yours in a light peck. None of you move your lips; you just stay still, lips touching each other in a shy peck. You pull back and open your eyes. Asahi keeps his own closed for a bit more, savouring the kiss, before they flutter open.

You look at him and the only thought swirling in your mind is how soft his lips were and how much you want to kiss him again!

You wish he is thinking the same as your hands rise from your sides and you place them on his shoulder. Your touch is gentle, almost feather-light as if you are afraid that if you put more pressure you might scare him away. You tilt your head again and connect your lips with his as tenderly as the first time.

Asahi inhales in your kiss and his palms brush your sides before settling on your love handles. You break the kiss and look at him while mantaining your hold on his shoulders. His fingertips press a bit in your sides and he holds your gaze.

You bite your lip and lean to kiss him again, pushing harder against him. Asahi is taken by surprise and you take advantage of his open mouth to flick your tongue over his bottom lip. You pull back again and it is Asahi's time to surprise you by making the first move. The grip on your love handles tightens and he pulls you closer as he captures your lips.

You become breathless as the kiss becomes more and more heated. You don't expect Asahi to be the kind of guy that bites your lip to make you open your mouth wider for his tongue to slip inside, but today is full of surprises! You nails claw at his shoulder blades while he tugs you tighter against him, nipples pressed hard against his clothed chest.

His glasses slip lower again and when you feel them hit the bridge of your nose, you laugh. You move your face back and try to put them back to their place when he stops you.

"Wait!" he grabs them and places them aside on his nightstand, before turning back to you, "I don't want them to break."

You raise your eyebrows at him and giggle, "Are you afraid I will break them?" you say as you tug at his t-shirt for more emphasis.

"I don't want them getting in the way."

"What way?" you say breathless and tug at his t-shirt again.

You pull harder this time and Asahi tries to steady himself by putting one knee on the bed. But, his pants, that are still pooling on his ankles, make him stumble and fall forward. He manages to put his hands on the mattress and not fall entirely on top of you as you fall with him; hand still gripping his t-shirt.

You stare at each other, chests heaving as the position you find yourselves slowly dawns on you. A deep red blush spreads across Asahi's face and by the heat rising to your face, you are sure you aren't in a better situation.

You open your palm and let go of his blouse, placing your arm back on the bed for better balance. You don't break eye contact with Asahi as you are lifting yourself on your elbows under him, anticipating his reaction. His eyes seem to follow your every move and the atmosphere has changed again.

You wet your lips and you are pleased to see that the gesture has caught Asahi's attention. Slowly, you crawl backwards on the bed, turning towards the headboard and Asahi trails after you. He pushes off his slippers and lets his cotton pants fall to the floor before he gets on the bed, as to prevent another clumsy incident happening.

When your back hits the headboard you bite your lip and wait until Asahi is within reach. You are about to grab his t-shirt and bring his lips to yours when you notice his eyes taking in your form, from head to toe. And just like that, all the confidence inside of you evaporates, leaving you embarrassed again!

You snap your legs closed as his eyes wander between them and you take a sharp breath, "I-"

You don't get to finish your sentence as you rise to your knees, ready to jump off the bed. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe you shouldn't be doing this! You start doubting the situation and yourself again as your need of flee gets more prominent.

You want this, but why do you keep backing down?!

You have fucking wanted this for so long so why are you now-

Asahi's arms snake around your thighs the moment you attempt to get on your feet and force you back on your knees. You gasp and look down at him, holding you in place and staring at you with a blank look before he turns to look ahead of him. Straight to your pussy!

Your eyes widen and you press your thighs together, harder than before. Asahi looks up at you again and you feel mushy upon seeing his big, dark eyes and red cheeks.

"If you don't want to do this-"

Oh no.

"-then we can stop."

You shake your head. Oh no!

"You don't have to-"

"I want this!" it comes out of your mouth before you can filter it, but as you stare into his surprised expression that slowly turns to a happy one, you don't feel regret.

You realize he also wants this oh so bad and looking at the situation, it's obvious that it's the only thing on your minds right now. So, you stop yourself from hesitating any further and just… give in.

You take a deep breath and relax your shoulders. You slip your hand over his right one and close your fingers around it, steadily guiding it to your cunt. Asahi's gaze follows the movement of your hands before he locks eyes with you.

You think it's cute that he double checks you so many times as you press his palm against your core. Even subtle, you don't fail to notice the sharp inhale he takes the moment he feels your juices run on his hand, making you needier than before.

You seem to not be the only one that is done with hesitating, as Asahi dips his head towards your entrance, lips wrapping around your clit, giving it a soft kiss. You gasp and your whole body shudders from pleasure as one of Asahi's fingers slips past your folds and enters you.

"Asahi!" his name leaves your lips and instantly his eyes run to your face as he moves back to have a better look at you.

You slowly open your eyes and lower your head as you feel the absence of his lips on your clit. Your gaze meets his own as he keeps pumping his finger inside of you, curving it every time he is knuckles-deep inside of you.

Your mouth hangs open in a quiet moan and Asahi's pupils dilate as he slowly speeds up his movements. The change in pace make you take in a sharp breath and open your mouth wider as your hand flies to Asahi's hair, grabbing it for some kind of stability. He keeps his eyes on you even when he inserts a second finger in you and you pull hard at his hair.

You tug his hair back, exposing his neck as his mouth falls open and he pants in ecstacy. For a moment you look into each others eyes while Asahi's fingers keep moving in and out of you and the room is silent apart from your wet sounds.

That is before he slowly moves his head towards your pussy; his eyes still boring on you, your hand still tangled on his black locks. You watch as his mouth opens, tongue darting out, connecting with your clit and you moan his name again; loud and clear as the first time.

This time though, Asahi doesn't let your cry distract him. His free hand rises and grabs on your hip, yanking you closer to his mouth as he flicks your clit with his tongue. The two fingers that are thrusting in and out of your pussy suddenly stop, as he starts curving them inside you, pushing them as deep as he can.

Broken moans and whimpers of his name escape your lips as your grip on his hair tightens. Your thighs start to shake as he keeps hitting that sensitive spot with his fingers. You are sure you are going to cum any minute now and you shut your eyes as you try to concentrate on your release.

A small whine gets caught in the back of your throat as Asahi's mouth leaves your clit for a second time this afternoon, but it is quickly replaced by his thumb. You are not sure what he is trying to do but your mind clears of any thoughts the moment you feel his lips on yours.

You gasp surprised and open your eyes. The sight you find facing you is one you could only have dreamt about; Asahi's face is tinted in a light pink as his soft lips move against yours, his eyes fluttered shut and his eyelids casting long shadows on his upper cheeks. Your eyes remain open as you admire him for the first time up close. But as his hand on your hip raises to cup your cheek gently and his head dips to the side to deepen the kiss, you realize you can't keep your eyelids open any longer.

Your hands wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into the locks at his nape and you drown all of your moans inside his mouth. Asahi can feel every vibration, move and sound you make as his fingers keep fucking you faster and faster till your thighs are trembling violently and your walls are tightening around him.

You are so close now. So close to finally cumming. When he suddenly brings his movements almost to a stop!

You choke on your own saliva at the change of pace as his fingers lazily move inside of you. You buckle your hips in an obvious attempt at stimulation, but Asahi doesn't pick up the speed. Instead he breaks the kiss, getting a good look at your displeased pout and furrowed eyebrows.

You whine and grab his hand in between your legs, trying to make it move when Asahi lowers himself on the bed. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you down along with him until he is sitting on the bed and you are hovering a few centimeters over him.

You stare at him wide eyed as he pulls you a bit closer. You look down and gasp when you realize he is guiding you so that you are hovering over his erected dick. You look back at him as you breath deeply; this is happening. This is happening!

He ever so slowly lowers you towards him and you shift your knees on either side of him as you move your body down. You halt when the tip of his dick touches your folds and you look at him, only to see his Adam's apple bob and his lips quiver. You don't break eye contact as you start moving again; his dick sliding into your vagina easily with how wet you are.

You sigh and throw your head back when his length is all the way inside of you. You bring your hands to his shoulders when you realize he is still wearing that damn t-shirt while you have been naked for all this time. You fist his t-shirt and tug at it, but Asahi doesn't seem to understand what you are trying to tell him.

"Asahi!" you whine as you tug at his clothing again and he chuckles as he realizes what you are expecting him to do.

You manage to pull his t-shirt over his head with a bit of help from him, but as you do so, you shift your weight as you straddle his hips. You choke a moan as you feel his dick shift inside you and you try to stay still as you toss his blouse across the room.

Asahi notices the way your face crinkles when your hips move forward and he caresses your cheek with his knuckles. You lean on his touch before his other hand finds your face and he cups it with both hands, bringing you closer for a soft kiss. He plants a second kiss to your lips and then a third as his hands leave your cheeks and move down your body, gently brushing your neck, your collarbones, the curve of your breasts, until they settle on your hips again.

You moan against Asahi's mouth as he roll your hips on his before he begins lifting your body up and down. Asahi isn't too big, but that doens't mean he isn't stretching you out nicely; his dick brushing against your walls as he fucks you gently. You take deep breaths from your mouth as you keep your hands on his shoulders, leaning on him for support.

With your eyes tighly shut, you don't notice the hand that heads to your clit until it's too late. You shriek and jump as you are taken by surprise, which results in you dropping on his dick more abruptly than before. Asahi groans loudly as his fingers rub your clit and more blood rushes to your face and neck.

You bring your hips up and sink on his lap roughly, causing another loud groan to leave his lips. Your face breaks into a sly grin as you stare at Asahi, with his head thrown slightly back, eyes closed firmly and mouth gaped before you repeat the vicious movement. When you replicate the movement for a third time, Asahi opens his eyes and stares into your own mischievous ones as you carry on with that pace.

You are both exhaling deeply as you continue fucking him faster and Asahi helps you not lose speed but grabbing your sides and applying more force. You pant harder by every passing minute, but you still refuse to break eye contact with each other. One of your hands speeds to your clit, finally putting some pressure on it after Asahi became busy with helping you at jumping on his dick.

You grimace as you circle your clit and discover it feels more sensitive than before. You press down Asahi's shoulder with your other hand, trying to keep stable and focus more on your clit; the rest of your movements becoming sloppy, letting Asahi take over. He guides you nicely as his gaze lowers to watch the way his dick goes in and out of your tight hole while your fingers stroke your sensitive bud.

"God…" you slightly open your eyes as your attention snaps back to Asahi who mutters more to himself, "...you are beautiful!"

At that, your eyes fully open and Asahi raises his gaze to look at you. Your whole face is burning up from embarrassment and you bite your lips in an attempt to keep your expressions under control. You are expecting Asahi to change the pace or the position you are into or even stop, but instead of doing any of that, he burries his face in the crook of your neck.

Your face is burning as Asahi trails sloppy, wet kisses on your neck; at some spots even pausing and biting your soft flesh. You gasp for air when in combination with the neck kisses, he slips his hands from your hips to your ass, grabbing the skin there and kneading it. You moan and rub your clit faster, as you feel your high coming closer and closer.

Asahi becomes aware of how your walls clasp around his dick and gives your butt cheeks a tight squeeze, triggering a mewl from you. His left hand glides over yours and starts rubbing at your clit vigorously, like a man desperate, while his right arm snakes around your waist. His grip is firm and he leans you a bit backwards as he uses only one arm to move you on his cock, his hips pounding onto yours.

You cry out loud and intertwine your fingers with his hair. Your mouth falls open and you close your eyes as you feel your walls tightening, that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Asahi's mouth drops to your breasts, kissing the area around your nipples before giving them each a quick bite; pulling with his teeth the second nipple he gets in his mouth.

"Asahi!" you gasp his name as your muscles relax and a warm liquid flows out of your vagina.

You sigh and close your eyes and Asahi lets go of your nipple. He kisses it better and minimizes his movements, loosening up his hold on you and leaving you enough space to calm down from your high.

He pulls out and you glance down between your bodies, where his dick, still red and erected, is standing. You soothe your breathing and wet your lips; and keeping one hand at his nape, you reach down with your other hand, grabbing his shaft and pumping it.

You turn to stare at him as you jerk him off; watching how his expression changes every time you squeeze him a bit more or move slightly faster. It doesn't take long before Asahi's calm demeanor breaks and you feel a thick liquid run down your fingers.

His dick softens in your hand and you close the gap between your faces as you kiss him one more time. The kiss is short yet slow and as you separate you smile sleepishly at him. Asahi stares into your eyes as he moves back a lock of your hair with his fingers. You blush and look down, realizing that you are still sitting on his lap before you crawl back and sit on the bed instead, right in front of him.

Your knees are almost touching his and you fiddle with your fingers, staring at them like they are the most interesting thing in the world. Now that your sexual intercourse came to an end, it's like it finally downs on you what you actually just did with Asahi. What that actually means!

You bring your legs closer to you and bite your thumb nervously as you raise your eyes to meet his. But, to your surprise, Asahi is staring blankly at you like he just had a revelation before he raises his eyes to meet yours and smiles widely.

"That's it!" he exclaims happily and leans forward to give you a chaste kiss.

"Stay here!" he jumps out of the bed and grabs his underwear, hastily putting it on as he runs out of the room.

You stare dumbfounded as the door bangs closed after Asahi and you stay still like he told you to do. On the other side of the door, you can hear noises as well as Haruto's disgusted screech, probably the moment he encounted Asahi at some point in the corridor. You blink and the corners of your mouth tug slightly upwards as you try to stiffle a giggle.

Asahi runs back into the room, bringing a wet towel with him. He takes a seat next to you on the bed and bites his lip, hesitating before he motions to the towel.

"Can I...?"

You raise your eyebrows as his intentions sink in and you smile at him, "I thought that I made it clear that you can touch me."

Asahi blushes at your choice of words before he nods and starts wiping your thighs, cleaning them from any sticky liquids that are staining them. He tries to be as gentle as he can and when he finishes, he looks at you, dark bangs falling over his eyes.

You blush under his stare and he moves his hair out of his line of vision as he looks at you. He opens his mouth, takes a deep breath and closes it immediately after, like he has trouble finding the right words.

He shakes his head and turns to you again, "Will you… pose for me?"

You tilt your head to the side, a bit confused.

"I think I found a pose I like."

"Oh." is all you say, remebering why you came here in the first place.

"Of course!" you give him a toothy grin, "That's why I am here!"

Asahi chuckles and pushes his hair back as he looks the other way. None of you have fully recovered from what just happened between you and that is very much obvious.

He gets up and without putting on any more clothing, he moves to stand behind his canva, glancing at you from time to time as he rearranges his brushes. You smile at him every time your eyes meet and every time he averts his eyes to the floor shyly.

"Can you move to the center of the bed?" Asahi asks you as he points to the center with one of his brushes.

You nod and do as he said, settling in the center and waiting for further instructions. Your eyes meet Asahi's and you hold the gaze for a moment as you smile shyly at each other before Asahi focuses on sharpening his pencil and you look at your open palms on your lap.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea in the end you think as you raise your gaze again and meet Asahi's. He blushes and looks at the canva, pretending to be busy with figuring the arrangement of the painting before his gaze locks with yours inevitably.

And he smiles big. And you smile back. And you both avert your eyes.

#treasure asahi #asahi hamada #asahi x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #yg treasure #asahi imagines #hamada asahi #hamada asahi x reader #treasure scenarios #treasure x reader #treasure imagines #treasure oneshots #treasure smut #asahi scenarios #asahi smut #kpop smut #kpop x reader #treasure fanfic #treasure fics #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop treasure #treasure hard hours #treasure

[enigmatist17]

Kind of a sequel to this post based off AU art done by @chiliger

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"...nearly made him jump 20 feet into the air. He was not amused."

The laughter that filled the air was loud enough to cover the snort of amusement that Cody let out as he sipped his drink.

"I hope you got a vid of that, Kenobi never gets scared as far as I know." Wolffe sat forward with a grin, his elongated canines startling some nearby natborns that were passing by 79's. It wasn't often a lot of the commanders were on Coruscant at the same time, and in honor they were gifted the expansive table that overlooked the street and hyperlane outside the bar.

"Oh yea, copied it the second he stalked off to his quarters." Cody chuckled, sitting back with a crack of his neck.

"So, he still talk to you like a nervous shiny when he sees your teeth?" Bly smirked, stealing the last of the bar food that Fox had ordered some time ago.

"Not as much, but if he thinks I don't feel the way he watches me all the time, he's mistaken."

"So...are you going to take your shot?" Fox took a swig of his drink, quite firmly in the drunk-but-not-overly-so department. "Because if not..."

"Don't..." Cody growled, and bares his teeth at Fox as the others giggle and laugh at the display.

"Please, Foxy here has his own prey." Rex snickered from his corner of the table, using Ponds as a support to stay upright. He may or may not have had more than a few drinks, and may or may not be finding this entire situation hilarious. "More than one I've heard too?" Rex is sent into some proper laughter when Fox's much louder growl and bared teeth silences a few nearby tables, officers and various troopers freezing as they seemingly await some sort of standoff before realizing it had nothing to do to them. A quick glanced shows that Fox is focused on someone at his table and not on any of them, and slowly conversation resumes save the occasional look their way.

It was never wise to be around a higher ranked officer when they're facing off over someone they had feelings for.

"Careful Rex, might end up arrested until you're sober." Bly snickered, and Fox snorts in amusement as he relaxes back into his seat.

"I am just Fox right now, and I am going to keep drinking until I forget what the GAR is." Fox waved for a fresh round, Cody patting his shoulder with a nod.

"Then let's keep the stories coming eh? Maybe scare some of the others again. Should get you plenty drunk eh?"

Fox grinned, and raised his glass with a hum.

By the end of the night they're the last ones in 79's, so drunk and unaware the music had died down and people had left they failed to see a group of amused men sitting at the main bar.

"How much longer do you think it'll take?" Anakin Skywalker grinned, sipping a water as he watched the commanders burst into laughter about something.

"A few minutes, Ponds appears to be slowly falling asleep." Plo Koon hummed, using the bar as a seat in his meditation pose.

"I do hope so." Obi-Wan Kenobi was trying very hard not to blush as he listened to Cody talk about an encounter they had shared a few weeks ago. Mace Windu was staring at him, and he was going to be damned if he let the man have a single inch of blackmail material via his reaction.

"What, all the glittering teeth over there setting you off?" Anakin snorted into his drink, jumping out of the way when a bar stool is thrown in his direction. The noise attracted the attention of the drunken crew, who finally seemed to realize that there were Jetti in a very empty bar, and attempt to stand at attention.

Instead, Bly and Wolffe trip over their own feet, and without Fox and Rex grabbing them, they would have fallen flat on their faces.

"At ease, at ease." Plo chuckled, moving to stand as the group stumble their way down towards the bar. "We thought you may want some assistance, you all are quite inebriated."

"That means drunk." Bly snickered, and everyone but Wolffe starts giggling as their Jetti watch on with some soft chuckles among them.

"Come, you can stay in the Temple tonight, it's much closer than your barracks." Windu waved his hand to start turning off the last of the lighting the owners had left on, Plo and Anakin becoming some support for the drunk men to remain upright. Cody suspiciously was the closest to Obi-Wan, hugging the man from behind and all but melding them together.

"Hello sir." Obi-Wan is very aware that Cody is dragging his feet, the others already out the door by the time the two of them had made it even halfway across the room. "Didn't see you waiting for us."

"It's quite alright." Obi-Wan coughed, nearly jumping again when Cody presses his face against his neck. "Cody?"

"Mhm?"

"May I ask why you're uh, so close to my neck?" Obi-Wan bites his tongue when he feels Cody hum, the noise rumbling in his chest.

"No reason." The clone purred, and mumbles something Obi-Wan can't catch.

"Come, there should be a vehicle for us to use." Obi-Wan knows the others have already gone, and is grateful that Mace in particular isn't there to tease him. He goes to say something else, but whatever words that were forming in his mind are suddenly scattered when Cody presses a kiss to his neck. The man is letting his canines purposefully drag as he kisses a trail along Obi-Wan's shoulder, pushing away thoughts of wanting to do more as he finally pulls away from his flustered general.

"Coming general?" The drunken man grinned, stepping around so he could get a look at the wide-eyed Jetti.

"....you are an absolute bastard." Obi-Wan's voice is strained as the two finally leave the bar, Obi-Wan locking the door as Cody stumbles to the nearby speeder. "Passenger seat Comm-dear."

Now it was his turn to see the way Cody looked back, reminding him of a fresh-faced solider the way he stumbles into the passenger side of the speeder.

Obi-Wan is grinning the entire ride to the Temple, and Cody has his face in his hands at being the one to be an embarrassed mess upon their arrival.

Oh well, there's always next time.

#personal #star wars #clone wars #bigger teeth clone au #bigger teeth au #chiliger #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #commander fox #commander wolffe #captain rex #commander ponds #commander bly #master windu #anakin skywalker #plo koon #just having fun with this AU

[glitchtricks94]

Demon Slayer Drabbles!: Upper Moons 5 and 6 with a Darling That Draws Them!

I KNOW I HAVE A SMUT IN THE WORKS BUT Y'ALL ARE GONNA BE ON HOLD. I got this idea while talking with @vampcubus, lovely person btw, love them lots, so here we are. Also Gyutaro brainrot is real. We got two men, just finished writing them, gonna post and pass out, please enjoy the fluff. Read beneath the cut, because it's late and my usual style is escaping me at the moment. Anyways, with that out of the way, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

Gyutaro

He doesn't understand why you were stealing so many glances at him while scribbling in that blank book he stole for you to use, the scratching of the pencil lead against the paper filling the room, drawing Gyutaro from his meditation to focus on your tinier frame. Amber eyes lock with yours and Gyutaro raises a brow seeing you blush brightly and shyly look back at what you're working on, the scraping sounds intensifying in the silence of the demon's den. He got to his feet, dragging himself to your side. You were awfully weird for a human, a lot unlike the traditional artists of the land, you worked more with lead and that book rather than paint. It was odd, but Gyutaro figured he wasn't in any position to judge, you did decide to be his after all. "Oi, what're you doin', human, eh?" The demon croaked out, trying to look over your shoulder to see just what you were scribbling, his carved eyes catching sight of what looked to be a tuft of hair before you yanked the book to your chest. "Hey, let me see that!" The demon growled. "I-It's embarrassing!" You whined, Gyutaro rolling his eyes at you. "Aren't we partners or lovers or somethin'? The fuck you hidin' that's so bad? Can't be worse than me." "Don't talk about yourself like that." "Just gimme the damn book." Gyutaro growled, snatching you sketchbook from you as you let out a yelp. The upper moon didn't care much for your protests as he started flicking through the pages, flowers, people, and buildings of all sorts filling the pages, until he noticed a pattern emerging, little sketches of himself beginning to appear in the buildings; imagery of his hunts with Daki, him grinning maniacally while clutching his flesh laden kama in his hands, and then full pages of just him making various expressions, the most frequent being of him smiling, little hearts doodled next to the carefully made portraits of him. Gyutaro was quick to fall silent, his heart clenching in his chest as he shoved the book back into your hands, not wanting to believe what he just saw. You meekly looked up at him, face dusted red. "Uhm...I-" "Why am I in there?" "Wha-" "You heard me." Gyutaro growled, baring his teeth threateningly. "Why the fuck am I in there?!" "Because I like to draw you..." You murmured, feeling disappointment bubble in your chest. "You look so incredible, and unique, a-and since we love each other I thought you would mind?" "I-I don't- I just- I can't- Ugh, fuckin' damn it..." Gyutaro let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging more than normal. "Do...do you want me to pose or some shit...?" You perked up, looking at your beloved with those sparkling eyes that never failed to make his heart pound. "Would you mind...?" You asked hopefully, you demonic darling shaking his head no and getting to his feet. "Just tell me what to do, 'kay?" Fuck, you loved this man.

Gyokko

Gyokko adored that you were like him, an artist, a visionary, and all while being a sublime beauty in and of yourself; a muse of unprecedented measures! And oh, how cutely you scrawl away in that little sketchbook he had gifted you, Gyokko practically buzzed in delight. You were perched in the center of his coiled, serpentine tail, his smooth fish like scales scraping your skin comfortingly as you worked away at another portrait of your eccentric lover. Gyokko adored watching you sketch, especially depictions of him, the demon letting out excited chitters seeing your beautiful pencilwork. He'd model for you, pose, be the muse you adored so much. He'd also offer surprisingly excellent critiques for you to use and incorporate into your work. He expected the same from you, of course! He was an artist as well, and since you were one like him, he held you opinions far higher than anyone else's. That took a little getting used to for you, as his...art was often rather grotesque and stomach churning, the screams of his victims nor the fact that they seemed stitched together helped the matter. You powered through though, making Gyokko the happiest demon alive with your praises and suggestions, always making use of them for inspiration. "Oh, my muse, you captured me so well in this!" Gyokko cooed to you, a blush creeping up to your cheeks seeing how pleased your beloved was. "Ah, I'm glad you think so, I've been trying to practice with more lighting techniques." You replied softly, the lead of your pencil scraping soothingly against the rough paper, Gyokko's hand soon enveloping your own to guide you. "Care to let me help, my sweet muse?" He asked softly, grinning wide when you nodded. Gyokko was always eager to indulge in his craft, and always hungry to indulge in yours. Fuckin' hell I can't quite characterize I need to watch Swordsmith Village.

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer gyutaro #demon slayer gyokko #gyutaro x reader #gyokko x reader #upper moons #glitchwrites.notepad #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fluff

[your-divine-ribs]

The Devil Next Door Part 3

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Warnings: SMUT! Sexually frustrated characters, everyone’s wanking (I’m so sorry) Why do I write this stuff and then feel the need to apologise for it ha ha 🫣 There’s some of Van’s POV too… ❤️‍🔥

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You stand on Van's front doorstep, finger poised hovering over the doorbell, trying to psyche yourself up. You've just provoked him into an angry state and now you've actually got to swallow your pride and be nice to him. Well... you don't actually have to be nice you suppose, as long as you're 'civil'. That's what he said wasn't it? You're not giving him any more than that...

There's a scuffling sound behind the door and then it starts to swing open, slowly at first but then it's opening wide, Van's tall, slim frame filling the space. His face cycles from curiosity to surprise then settles on that smug grin of his that you're so used to seeing. Irritation already starts bristling inside but you try to dampen it down, crossing your arms across your chest in a defensive pose. Van mirrors you, but in contrast to your stiffened stance he's much more relaxed, leaning casually against the frame, his head cocked back as he gives you the once over.

"Well, well, this is a surprise. Can't keep away eh? Or maybe you've come round to apologise? Is that it?"

His voice raises questioningly but you ignore his ask, keeping your tone steady and flat as you speak. "Actually I've just come to pick up a parcel. It was delivered today whilst I was at work. Do you have it?"

Your cheeks start to warm immediately and you try in vain to think of something else... anything else but the contents of your package to distract you but it's futile. You're sure your shame and humiliation is written all over your face as clear as day and Van can work out exactly what's running through your mind. But that's just impossible... isn't it?

The corners of his lips twitch into a wider smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "A parcel?"

"Yes, you heard me," you say, anxious to get away. "Do you have it?"

He shrugs, lazily, looking thoughtful. "Hmmm... Might do... I'd have to check. You coming in?"

"I can wait h..." you start to say but Van reacts before you can get your words out, stepping forward and draping an arm over your shoulder, ushering you inside. You shuffle forwards against your better judgement, cursing silently as your body involuntarily tingles under his touch.

"So... this parcel then? It's something important, right?"

"Does it matter what it is?" You snap, failing to keep your composure.

"It's just that you seem very keen to get it..."

Why the hell is nothing straightforward with him? You follow him into the living room, glancing around quickly, trying to be surreptitious like you're not really interested at all in how he lives. It's not unclean but it's a little untidy. There's a guitar propped up against the coffee table where a messy sheaf of paperwork's been strewn, a jacket slung in a heap on the sofa. A few mugs with half drunk cups of tea that look like they've been forgotten about and an ashtray on the table with a smouldering cigarette propped on it's edge. For saying two young lads live here you're actually pleasantly surprised. You were expecting a slovenly mess, maybe the remnants of a recent party littering the space and takeaway packaging still soiled with last night's dinner. There's none of that.

"Just give me the bloody parcel Van... without the interrogation if that's alright?"

"Okay! Okay!" He says defensively, hands raised up. "Just making conversation, that's all. No need to get your knickers in a twist!"

He starts sniggering then as he turns to reach for a large box which sits on the bookshelf behind him. Your eyes follow his movements, your irritation giving way to a shocked kind of horror when he picks it up and you see the flimsy plastic covering gaping open around a huge gash in the side. Black lace spills out as he holds it out to you, a wicked delight dancing in his eyes as he takes in your surprise and embarrassment.

"Talking of knickers I'd say you ought to put in a complaint to wherever you ordered this lot from," he grins. "The packaging's shocking. You might wanna check it to see if everything's still there. Postman might've run off with a pair of your panties or something!"

It's not often you're rendered speechless but this is one of those times. It's obvious that not only has Van seen the skimpy lingerie that you've ordered, but he's also noticed the vibrator. You can see it now as he holds the box out to you in his outstretched hand, an image of the toy clearly displayed on the side of the box where the packaging's hanging open. You dart forward to take the box from him, keeping your eyes cast downwards so you don't have to look directly at him.

"Errr... thanks.... I'd better errr... get going then," you mumble, ferocious heat painting your cheeks scarlet. It's excruciating knowing that Van's probably judging you, and knowing him it's probably with some misguided macho bullshit theory that you're somehow lacking because you're seeking pleasure in this way. His next line confirms this.

"Oh don't be embarrassed," he says as he steps towards you, still firmly holding the package even though your fingers are curled around it. "We all get a little sexually frustrated from time to time. There's no shame in it."

You want to slap him. God, how you'd like to wipe that smug, knowing smile off that smirking face of his. You can imagine it now. How good it would feel to unleash on him, how he'd try to restrain and subdue you. To your surprise the thought of provoking him like this sets an unexpected heat flooding between your legs. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Stop it Y/N! Don't let him wind you up! Just turn around and walk away!

Fortunately the rational part of your mind that's urging you to retreat and keep your dignity wins over your improper thoughts. You snatch the parcel away out of his hands with force.

"Actually I'm certainly not sexually frustrated!" You mutter.

Van nods slowly, eyes glowing with playful mischief. "If ya say so love!"

"Not that my sex life's any of your business anyway!"

You whirl around quickly, making for the hallway and the front door which is still ajar, opening it and stepping through. All the time you can hear Van's footsteps slapping heavily behind you on the floor as he follows you closely but you don't look back, even when he shouts out a sarcastic farewell.

"Bye Y/N... it's been a pleasure to talk to you... as always!"

You slam your front door and lean heavily against it, cursing yourself for letting Van get to you. You never normally let people affect you in this way, and especially not guys. You contend with worse at work, much, much worse... and you deal with them calmly and professionally without even raising your pulse. In contrast now your heart's thudding in your chest and every nerve in your body's bristling. The worst thing is it's not even an unpleasant feeling. A curious kind of energy flickers through you every time you go up against Van and you're strangely missing it already even though a moment ago you were desperate to get away from him.

You try to push the thoughts away, trudging up your stairs and throwing the damaged package down on to the bed before cranking the windows open wide to let in some much needed fresh air. You quickly strip off your uniform, flexing your weary muscles and heading for the bathroom, letting the shower run to heat up as you unhook your bra and slide your panties down your legs, kicking them off.

The warm water feels amazing cascading down on you and you tip your head back, humming a tune to yourself as you massage shampoo into your hair. There's something so therapeutic about a shower, after a hard day at work you feel like the water's washing away all the stresses and the negativity. You can practically feel all the bad stuff trickling away in rivulets down your body and swirling around the plug-hole. It feels good. You can clear your mind... almost.

As you squirt shower gel into your hand and start to lather it up over your body your thoughts start to wander down darker paths. An image flicks through your mind suddenly of Van in the shower, the water gushing down over his naked form, his body slick and glistening under the spray. Fuck... one of your hands skims over your nipples which pucker under your touch and the other strays down between your thighs. A small sigh escapes you as you close your eyes and indulge yourself. Now you're imagining that Van's in here with you and it's his hands caressing you instead of your own. How good his lean, naked body would feel pressing yours up against the cool tiles, trapping you there, his lips sucking bruises on to your neck.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you don't try to stop them this time. You're too far gone... and what's more it feels too good. You quickly rinse the lather from your body and step out of the shower, not even bothering to dry yourself down as you rush back to your bedroom and sit down on the bed, dripping wet.

You're completely inexperienced when it comes to sex toys so you're a little daunted when you've ripped your new vibrator out of its packaging and it's lying there thickly in your outstretched palm. You probably should have gone for something a little more understated instead of this larger than life model but you imagine how it will feel stretching you out and you can't help but rub your thighs together in anticipation. You know you're on your own and no one has any way of seeing what you're up to but you just feel so naughty... so wicked... that you can't hold back a giggle of delight. Just imagine if Van could see you now. He has the nerve to call you 'uptight'? He probably thinks you're sexually repressed. Well, you'd soon show him that's very far from the truth.

You lie back on the bed, spreading your legs and switching the vibrator on at the lowest setting. It hums gently in your hand and you take a deep breath, running it lightly up your inner thigh to test the sensation. It feels nice, a little ticklish in a way that makes you squirm pleasantly, so you take it a little higher, sucking in a sharp inhale as it brushes over your clit. Feeling emboldened you flick it up a notch and slide it over again, this time letting it linger there. Oh... that's good. Really good. You sigh deeply, moving it downwards and pushing it through your folds, collecting the wetness that's gathered there from your arousal. The slickness just enhances the sensation all the more, and this time you moan out loud. It feels good to let yourself go, liberating in fact... and it's not like anyone can hear you...

❤️‍🔥 Van's POV ❤️‍🔥

"There's always something to hide, there's always someone to lead on with you... FUCK!"

I hiss out a curse as my finger slips off the string, a sharp twanging sound emanating from the guitar. This is ridiculous. I was in a perfectly good mood before Y/N went and fucking ruined it... again. Now I can't even play the new song we're supposed to be debuting at the gig on Friday night without messing up. Once again she's got my head in a spin.

I don't know what it is about her but since we moved in next door last week she's completely got under my skin. It was plainly obvious she'd taken a dislike to me on first sighting without even giving me a chance, but I was used to that. People were quick to judge on appearance, especially when they found out I was a musician. One look at my ripped jeans and threadbare jumpers they probably figured I was just a work-shy waster, spending my days getting stoned and writing inane lyrics to songs that'd never be recorded, destined to a life waiting for the next benefit payment to clear. That was complete bullshit of course. I worked bloody hard to get this band off the ground, all the lads did. We'd had plenty of knock backs and disappointments along the way but I was nothing if not determined and my tenacity was starting to pay off. We were booking more and more gigs, turning heads, getting noticed. We were gonna be big, I just knew it. I just had to keep my head straight, stick to the plan, keep focussed... no distractions.

Hold on... what the fuck was that?

I'm sitting outside on the bench by the back door, cradling my acoustic guitar. It's peaceful out here on this quiet estate, the only sounds the occasional dog barking and the muted sounds of cars passing by infrequently on the adjoining road. Now I can hear a new sound, a soft kind of moan which instantly makes my ears prick up. I sit stock still, fingers splayed on the strings, listening intently but there's silence.

It's probably nothing, I might have even imagined it. Either that or Y/N's watching some crap on the tele.

I glance up and see her bedroom windows flung wide open. I figured it's her bedroom because I've heard her moving about in there late at night and my bedroom's right next door. It's not like I'm a creep or anything, I'm not in there with my ear pressed to the wall... the walls are just paper-thin so I can't help it. I can hear her singing and stuff sometimes. She's actually got a really pretty voice despite the way that she's always hissing angrily at me like a wildcat.

I look back down at the frets, positioning my fingers, ready to play.

There it is again! This time it's louder, and it's definitely a moan, and a fucking sexy one at that...and it's definitely coming from Y/N's bedroom window!

What the fuck? Is she watching a porno up there?

My heart immediately picks up a pace and my throat goes dry as I slide the guitar off my lap and stand up.

Just ignore it Van! Just go inside, put the kettle on, have a cuppa. Quick tea and ciggie break and then you can go back to practising for the gig.

I go to step inside but then I hear it again. It hits me then. The parcel I took in for Y/N with the ripped packaging. The contents. That's what she's up to! I'd tried to just be the helpful neighbour, I really did, but when I saw the black lace hanging out the side I couldn't resist a peek.

Christ sake... images of her lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, naked and pleasuring herself fill my head. Another drawn out groan drifts down from above and I can actually feel my dick stirring in my pants.

Go inside Van! You really shouldn't be listening! Go inside and shut the door. Occupy yourself and forget about what's going on next door!

I do step inside, but I ignore my inner voice of moral reason. I'm too invested now and too fucking turned on to do the right thing. I take the stairs two at a time, my mind racing as I picture Y/N writhing on the bed just a few feet away, my jeans getting tighter by the second. By the time I'm bursting into my room and quietly tip-toeing across the floor, carefully easing my bedroom window open my heart's pounding out of my chest. I quickly unfasten my jeans and slide them down my hips with my boxers. I wrap my fingers around my stiffened cock, sighing with relief as I start to pump myself hard and fast, bracing myself with my hand against the wall.

It's wrong, I know it's wrong. Poor Y/N's got no idea I'm getting myself off on the other side of the wall to her impassioned moans. She'd be disgusted if she found out, absolutely horrified. That doesn't stop me though. I close my eyes, focussing on the whimpers and the sighs as they build in intensity, imagining them falling from those pretty pink lips of hers. In my mind's eye it's her slender fingers wrapped around my cock rather than my own.

Fucking hell... she must be getting close now. It sounds like she's having the time of her life with that bloody vibrator. I've never been so jealous of an inanimate object in all my 22 years! I wonder what my name would sound like moaned in the throes of passion whilst I picked her up and fucked her hard up against the bedroom wall, her legs wrapped around my hips whilst I pounded her into oblivion.

She's so loud now, but why would she care? She has no idea that anyone's listening. I quicken my pace, sliding my hand up and down my throbbing length. It feels so good. Any second now I'm gonna fucking blow.

"Oh yes... oh god yes... oh fuck... Van... Van... yes..."

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

My climax hits me like a freight train, the sound of my own name pushing me over the edge in an explosion of white hot pleasure, thick ropes of cum splattering all over my shirt and spilling over my fisted knuckles. I'm biting my lip hard to suppress my own moans as I curl my body in on itself, riding out my high.

There's silence now from next door as I reach down for a discarded sock from off the floor and wipe myself down.

Did I really hear my name? Surely not! Y/N acts like she hates me, always sniping at me and spoiling for a fight. I must be mistaken. There's just no way.

It sounded exactly like my name though. And if it was it means that she was getting herself off thinking about me... whilst I was getting myself off thinking about her...

I know then that I'm fucked. Proper fucked. I want her... I really want her. I've got to have her...

#the devil next door #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #van mccann x reader #vanfic #smut

[giggly-squiggily]

I'd like to participate in the sentence requests

Pokemon

Lee!Red and ler!blue

* Come on. Give me a smile!*

{Puffs are officially CLOSED}

OOO A CLASSIC SHIP! I love these two so much, and it's been a hot minute since I've written for them! I've gotcha covered, friend!

“You don’t smile alot.” The comment wasn’t passive or rude, but it still brought a furrowed brow to Red’s forehead. “Yes I do.”

Blue clicked his tongue, turning his phone towards his boyfriend. “No? See, look- you look so serious in these.”

Picture after picture showed them, Blue with the biggest of grins while Red looked neutral if not at times somber. You’d think someone had him at gunpoint to take these pictures.

Okay. Maybe Blue had a point…

“Sorry.” Red bowed his head, shame coloring his face as Blue huffed out a laugh, putting his phone away.

“Don’t worry about it- it’s fine. That said, it would be nice to have at least one picture of you smiling…” Something new entered his voice. Without any warning, he shot his hands out, digging into Red’s sides. “Come on, give me a smile!”

“Heeh!” Red gasped out, his wheeze of surprise quickly melting into a fit of low sounding laughter as he pressed his arms tightly against himself, trying and failing to block out his boyfriend. “Hehehehy! Nohoohoho tiihihihickling!”

“Yes tickling! Come on now, I’m not stopping until you give me a good one!” Blue snickered, encouraged by the flush creeping up Red’s neck, his flat lips twitching with the urge to smile. “Don’t hold it in- it’s not healthy!”

“Ehe! Ehehehehehehehhehahahahhahaha!” The dam broke- soon Red was laughing helplessly beneath Blue’s gentle tickles. “Blhuuuhuhuhue! Blhuuhuuhuhe enohohohohough! Iihihih’m smihihiihihling!”

“Just a sec!” The other boy was fast, whipping out his rotom phone and striking a pose with his free hand. “Say cheese!”

“Chehehehehehehehheheese!”

Only after the picture was made did Blue stop his tickling. Red gasped for air as Blue admired the photo, giggling softly to himself. “Look at that- now that’s a nice smile!” His brow furrowed some upon further inspection. “It’s kinda blurry though. Should we do it again?”

“Sure- let me!” Red tackled him around the waist, pulling Blue down for the tickling of a lifetime soon after.

#Puffs #sentence starters #tickle #tickle dabble #pokemon #red and blue #red #blue #originalshipping

[gonzo-rella]

The Queer Best Friends of Steve Harrington | Robin Buckley (ft. Steve Harrington) (pt. 1)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

PART ONE | PART TWO (COMING SOON)

Relationship(s): Robin Buckley x gn!reader (romantic), Steve Harrington x gn!reader (platonic), Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley (platonic)

Summary: Whilst coming out to Steve, Robin reveals something equally shocking to the revelation of her sexuality.

Warnings: Coming out scene. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.4k

(A/N: This has been an idea I’ve wanted to write for literal years. I found this as a semi-finished draft of my old plus-size-reader-insert blog from back in the day (by that I mean, a few years ago). I haven’t yet finished Stranger Things season 4 (I’m hoping to rewatch the show in its entirety soon, possibly after I’ve finished Yellowjackets), but I still really wanted to write this. Also, as a nonbinary person, I really want to write more gender neutral reader-inserts for Robin, so let me know if there’s anything you’d like for me to write. Also, ignore the fact that Steve uses gender neutral pronouns for you but fails to immediately comprehend Robin’s queerness.)

Cheating death was sure to bond two people, and that’s how you and Steve- a pair of reluctant babysitters- were able to put your differences aside and keep a group of misfit kids out of harm’s way. He didn’t care that hanging out with you meant he was no longer cool, and you didn’t mind that a few girls were insanely envious of you. If anything, it inflated your ego, even if they did whisper about you behind your back.

Over the summer, you saw Steve as much as possible. After all, you were too broke to go on vacation, you didn’t want to hitchhike around the country and you had no one else to hang out with. So, you decided just to hang out with your best friend as much as possible. And, what are friends for if not for allowing their friends to abuse their friends and family discount at their place of work? After all, he abused your 7/11 discount over the past year, so of course you abused his Scoops Ahoy discount. Every. Single. Shift. Hell, you only ever really showed any interest in his work when you were asking when his next shift was. Then you’d make sure to go and pay him a visit, like the good friend you were.

You were often so busy talking to Steve at the campy ice cream parlour that you didn’t notice the curious, gazing eyes of the beautiful girl behind the counter. You remembered Robin from many of your shared classes. You exchanged the occasional comment in class, earning quiet laughs from one another. Little did you know, she’d found her gaze wandering to you long before she started working with your best friend. In fact, other than the fact that she was in the school marching band, you knew very little about her.

That was until the end of the second week of summer, when Steve was in the back room of Scoops Ahoy.

“Hey, Robin,” you greeted casually, as though you were good friends rather than just barely acquaintances.

“Oh...um...hey, Y/N,” she greeted awkwardly, straightening herself into a nonchalant-looking pose rather than her bored, hunched-over position at the counter. “H-how’s it going?”

“Eh. Could be better, could be worse, y’know?” you shrugged. “What about you?”

“Um... I’m fine, I guess. Well, as fine as you can be when you leave the house dressed like this,” Robin answered with a small gesture to her outfit, earning a laugh and smile from you that made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Your uniform looks better on you than Steve’s looks on him,” you shrugged, the compliment heating up Robin’s cheeks. “To think he was once the king of Hawkins High.”

Robin smiled a little and chuckled. 

“Speaking of the king of Hawkins High, do you want me to get his highness from the backroom?” she asked. 

Luckily for her, you hadn’t noticed the way she was staring at you, because you had been too busy flicking through and counting dollar bills in your wallet.

You glanced up at her and flashed her a smile.

“Yeah, thanks.”

After that day, you spoke to Robin a lot more often. In fact, you asked her if she wanted to go to your house and watch the copy of A Nightmare on Elm Street that you’d finally been able to rent. Following that, you hung out with one another far more often, be it at the movie theatre, somewhere else in the mall or at one another’s houses. Steve was definitely a little jealous that his best friend was being stolen, something that you and Robin most definitely noticed and most definitely teased him for.

It was shaping up to be a normal summer, but that’s just not what you get in Hawkins. At least after you’ve been roped into the town’s self-appointed team of defenders.

Of course, it wasn’t long before you were in charge of a very drugged-up Steve and Robin, as well as Robin and Erica. You clearly weren’t as good a babysitter as you’d thought when you lost the elder two of the four, who you would later discover were now sat in the bathroom. 

Whilst you were rushing around the mall like a frantic parent in search of their children, they were having a surprisingly emotional conversation.

“Do you remember what I said about you and Y/N always being so close? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” Robin asked.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, curious to see where this was going.

“It isn’t because I had a crush on you,” Robin confessed and bit her lip gently. “It’s because... they don’t stop laughing at the stuff you say. They look at you like you’re the greatest guy in the world.”

“Huh? Y/N?” he said.

Robin chuckled lowly. 

“Yeah. Y/N.” She paused. “I want them to laugh at the things I said and I want them to look at me as much as they look as you... but they’re always with you, laughing at the stupid things you say and looking at you and your stupid hair. And, I don’t understand because you-you picked on them about everything since you were kids until you guys just suddenly became best friends. And, you’ve always been way stupider than them. And, you’re a douchebag. And-and you don’t even like them like I always did even though they were always the funniest and coolest person and...I’d just go home and just scream into my pillow.”

“But Y/N’s-” Steve responded, confused.

“Steve,” she said softly, tilting her head a little in mild frustration at the fact it hadn’t clicked in his mind quite yet.

“Yeah?” he asked, breathing out a confused laugh.

She looked at him, and then it hit him. His eyes widened a little, but he never looked disgusted, which she’d feared.

“Oh,” is all he could say.

“Oh,” she mimicked softly.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed out, leaning back in disbelief.

“Yeah. Holy shit,” Robin repeated half-heartedly, also leaning back as she looked to the ceiling. She then looked down at her thighs, sighing a little at the silence they now found themselves in. Filled with nerves and slight relief, Robin looked up at Steve. 

“Steve...” she said softly. “Did you OD over there?”

“No, I just, uh...” Steve said almost breathlessly. “Just thinking.”

“Okay,” Robin whispered, scratching her neck awkwardly.

“I mean, yeah,” Steve said. “Y/N’s cool and all, but...I mean, they’re a total dork.”

“So what?” Robin asked.

“They’re in the chess club and they watch Star Trek,” Steve answered.

“They have passions. It’s cute,” Robin defended.

“Look, they’re my best friend, but... if you ever wanna be more than that with them, I gotta be sure that you’re prepared to handle all of their nerdy...ness. Like, we saw the Karate Kid 7 times when it came out because ‘it was the coolest movie since Return of the Jedi’. We saw the Breakfast Club 10 times because ‘it’s, like, the best movie made since the Karate Kid’,” he said, imitating you with an unflattering voice.

“They don’t talk like that!” Robin laughed.

“That was a great impersonation,” Steve responded. “Oh, and when they’re listening to music, they try to sing the words and the instruments.”

“I think it’s cute!” Robin exclaimed in protest, laughing even harder when Steve started singing some Rush song you’d sung to yourself several times, whilst also vocalising the guitar, bass and drums in intervals, not unlike someone trying to do all the parts to Bohemian Rhapsody on their own. Steve laughed just as hard as Robin when she joined in, with the both of them knowing it solely from your renditions of it. Eventually, they were just both laughing with one another, making Robin feel accepted by her friend. When the laughter faded away, and they were both smiling.

“For what it’s worth...I think you should ask them out,” Steve told Robin. “They’ve spent so much time with me and they don’t seem interested, so they must be into girls. And, looking back on it I think they have a crush on Princess Leia.”

Robin chuckled and sighed. “I’m not... you. I can’t just go up to them and ask them out.”

“Well, luckily for you, you’ve got a totally awesome wingman.” Steve said.

Robin rolled her eyes. 

“I’ll tell them when we’re not in dange-”

She was interrupted by the door slamming open, and you were standing in front of Dustin and Erica. 

“Okay, I’m really mad at you guys right now, but I’ll be pissed at you when our asses aren’t on the line. Let’s go.”

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x gn!reader #robin buckley x gn reader #robin buckley x gender neutral!reader #robin buckley x gender neutral reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gn reader #steve harrington x gender neutral!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #stranger things #x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader

[earthly-apples]

So while the 1976/1977 French stage/film adaptation of Dorian Gray is very faithful to the original book in the general tone, there are a few deviations (some I feel a slight shame some I enjoy immensely and overall the results are magnificent)

(SPOILERS BELOW)

In chapter 19 of the 1891 version of tpodg, Dorian has a conversation with Henry. The following dialogue is an excerpt of it.

This is a part that didn’t exist in the 1890 novella version, but was kept in the French production.

-Que diriez-vous, Harry, si je vous assurais que j’ai assassiné Basil? -Je penserais, mon cher, que vous prenez une pose qui ne vous va pas. Tout crime est vulgaire, de même que toute vulgarité est criminelle. Ce n’est pas vous qui commettriez un tel crime, Dorian. Le crime est l’apanage des plus basses classes. Je ne les en blâme pas d’ailleurs. J’imagine que le crime est pour elles ce que l’art est pour nous: une manière de se donner des sensations rares.

In the original book, it is then followed by:

In the play however, it is continued by these lines:

-Le crime se promène dans toute les couches sociales, mon cher. Quant aux sensations rares qu’il procure, permettez-moi d’en douter. Je vous répète qu’il se peut fort bien que je sois l’assassin de Basil. -Vous n’arriverez pas à me convaincre, Dorian. Et pourquoi l’auriez-vous tue? Je vous le demande. -Eh bien, je ne sais pas, par jalousie pour ses dons artistiques, par exemple.

(which roughly translates as: "Crime runs through all social classes, my dear. As for the rare sensations it creates, allow me to doubt it. I repeat to you that I may very well be Basil's murderer." "You won't be able to convince me, Dorian. And why would you have killed him? I ask you." "Well, I don't know, out of jealousy for his artistic gifts, for example." )

Dorian being jealous of Basil is an extremely interesting idea, and is immediately pointed out by Henry in the play:

-Dorian! Il y a 20 ans, à la rigueur j’aurais pu vous croire. Mais aujourd-hui! Sa peinture avait bien faibli, convenes-en, elle était en pleine décadence. Quelque chose semblait l’avoir quitté, vous ne trouvez pas? Elle avait perdu son idéal…Quel a été la raison de votre rupture? Basil vous ennuyait sans doute? …

(Dorian! Twenty years ago I could have believed you; but today! His painting has gone off, we must admit, it was in full decline. Something seemed to have left him, don't you think so? It had lost its ideal... What was the reason of your falling apart? Supposedly Basil bored you?) The latter parts of the dialogue allows us to return back to the book, but the question remains, what is Dorian jealous of? Let us return to the book, as it hints through Henry's lines:

Life was Dorian's art, and his results were ugly, as reflected in his portrait hidden behind the attic drapes. He would enjoy all the beauty he radiated in the eyes of a worshipper and forever be jealous that he failed to create something of similar nature. As Henry says, Dorian on a pedestal had never crafted anything. While he tried to give himself an independent life, he was always under either the influence of Henry or the shadow of Basil. If Henry represented all the sins Dorian never had the courage to commit, Basil was all the virtues that Dorian never had the courage to dedicate himself to. Dorian wants and wants: he wants to hold everything, and so jealously engulfs him when he is reminded of the lost virtues through his confrontation with Basil, when Basil falls upon his knees and begs for him to seek redemption, when Basil gives, without hesitation, forgiveness. All his differences with Basil and all his want for his innocence drives his blade. There is a want in Dorian to be recognized beyond a pretty visage, a youthful miracle. But he has killed that potential himself, to the point that he has no evidence to prove his crime, no ears to listen to his confession, and no voice to speak a word. His death marks the final blow of a tragedy: that he will always remain a pretty visage, a youthful miracle, with a frame and canvas as his coffin.

#the picture of dorian gray #im very normal it is obvious #this is like. a small part of my tpodg thoughts #i'll probably check the writing tomorrow atm i'm too tired

[varianandhugodonotgetrawed]

Easter One Shot!

Desc: Varian and Hugo are getting ready for Easter Sunday service. Cw: one (1) small curse word.

Have a happy Easter (or just a regular Sunday)!

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"That's too tight, Hairstripe." Hugo commented, voice tight.

"Hm? Oh, sorry." Varian loosened his boyfriend's tie, the lime green one with rabbits on it. Hugo had gotten it specifically to wear on Easter Sundays. "How is that? Suitably loose for seducing the old ladies who serve communion?"

"I suppose," Hugo struck a dramatic pose. "How's that?"

"Well, they might fall over laughing and then you could help them up." Varian remarked, looking away so he wouldn't snicker. "A little meet-cute."

"That's what I thought," Hugo straightened his tie in the bathroom mirror. "There's a stain on my pants, dammit."

Varian fake-gasped. "A curse word? In this apartment?" He shook his head. "God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit do not care about... a gravy stain on your pants. Calm down." He straightened his own tie in the mirror, the one with teal and burgundy stripes.

"Should I let my hair down? Or leave it up?" Hugo fretted.

"I don't believe anyone would recognize you if you left it down. I think it'd be like exposing your ankles. Scandalous." When Hugo continued to fail to laugh at Varian's sarcastic remarks, he knew something was up. Varian turned away from the mirror, and with his hands on Hugo's shoulders, turned his boyfriend toward him. "Hey. What's up? You're stressed."

Hugo sighed. "It's nothing-" he stopped when he saw Varian's glare. "I just. Kind of feel like a mess. I've been in a weird place recently, you know that. And my clothes, my hair, aren't quite right. I just don't feel ready to be in church. Like maybe I should figure things out before I do."

Varian pulled Hugo into a tight hug. "That might be the stupidest thing you've ever said, Beanpole." He leaned back, looking his boyfriend in the eyes. "You know, like, the whole point of Easter is that our sins are, like, forgiven and crap? You remember that thing in... eh, what verse is it? Whatever, doesn't matter. 'It isn't the healthy who need a doctor'. That thing?"

Hugo rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"You're fine. By, like, definition. Look, we don't even have to talk to anyone. We'll go, get through service, grab a donut, then go home and watch Jesus Christ Superstar and VeggieTales while eating spiral ham. Sound alright?"

Hugo laughed a bit. "You and your ham. Fine, you win. Let's just go so we're not late, yeah?"

"Yeah." Varian grinned, then grabbed the keys. "I'm driving, the way you drive scares me. Jesus came back from the dead, but we will not if we die in a crash."

"Hey, I only ran two red lights last time," Hugo protested, though smiling as he followed Varian.

#btw this is the same au as my last little one shot #tts varian #hugo vat7k #varian tangled #varigo #vat7k #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #my writing #happy easter

[mellowwillowy]

Greetings, I have something to ask of you dear friend,

I am here from my piqued curiosity which stemmed, today's recommend is quite a treat, how would Castiel handle his spouse reader's 'remarried'?

Poor dear little thing, fallen into the hands of masculine fiend's sweet words (Male XL). After being wiped away from the mortal record (wiped memory).

-𝕻𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎'𝖒𝖚

(ps: surprise me, lol. Take your time and plan however you want, and customize it how you will.)

Castiel is not pleased with the idea of his beloved specimen stolen from him, at all. And on top of that? It is some otherworldly entity that he has never seen.

Something was wrong that day. In the morning when he'd usually wake you up soothingly, he was taken aback by how a stalwart man has infiltrated into his abode. His attire was... unique at the very least, or would he say, foreign.

But, what surprised him was you cradled in his arms, laying limp but still maintaining a steady breath which meant you were still alive.

Castiel wasted no time pulling out his electrical baton in one hand while the other focused on sending a signal with the device that he created himself.

"What do you want?" He snarled toward the stranger. The long pink-haired man grinned at his question while opting to stay quiet.

"Who sent you here? Are those stupid researchers ordering you to mess with me again? If so, my spouse has nothing to do with this."

The pink-haired fellow showed various expressions to Castiel, from baffled, thinking to a rather... unsightly smirk.

"This your spouse eh? I like them, they look so pretty that I think I want to throw them into a cage." The time spent to propose this idea allowed Castiel to lunge forward and face them head to head. While both of their hands were occupied by your limp figure, they could only opt to evade his attacks graciously as though they were dancing.

"Wow! Rude! And I haven't even introduced myself!" They tried to trip the angered scientist but failed to due to how fast he recovered. "Let's keep it short, pal'. The name's A-Li, and your name is Castiel right?" A swing to the left was dodged by hair.

"Look, I have nothing to do with your LIfE Project, I'm just a tourist okay?" Despite how heavy the tension was, they still managed to cackle in humor before leaping at least 5 meters away from Castiel.

From then on, the man shifted one of his arms to take off his hairpin, his other arm holding you still like a sack of flour. "You are in a world of hurt buddy." The beautiful hairpin glowed and turned into a pristine white sword.

Surely Castiel has no chance of winning against an otherworldly creature. And he had no choice but to clench his flesh wound. A-Li was ruthless, contrary to the rather bright image they posed.

"Pebbles shouldn't uphold themselves so high. Surely this would be a valuable lesson for you, scientist."

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Yet another mistake in adjusting the tubes' temperature resulted in yet another failure. He would not be hearing the end from his fellow scientists for wasting yet another resource.

Castiel had never regarded himself to be a man who was capable of loving but your absence had certainly shaken him. That day, he was saved by the rushing scientists who found him lying on the ground, bleeding. There was no trace of the fight he had shared earlier and there was no trace of any ruined wall in which they opened a portal and left this world for good with you.

"Seriously, get a hold of yourself, Cas. Since when have you softened for a mere specimen?" The woman scowled as she inputted yet another failure into the data.

"... You ought to help me than reprimand me, Diana." Diana rolled her eyes and gestured to the other man to console Castiel. The man was hesitant but patted his shoulder, "... you'd find someone else soon." Wow, really consoling, Diederich.

But then, from the edge of his eyes, he saw something that was not originally there. An envelope.

"Who placed it there?" "None of us did, perhaps it had always been there." "You are joking, you know I have a photographic memory, right?"

Diederich brought the envelope to Castiel, allowing him to inspect it. The wax seal was beautifully adorned with a flower crest, and on the corner was a foreign name.

XL.

Was it someone's code name? If so, he had no memories of who he had worked with using this name. He opened the envelope and was greeted with a handful of photos and a letter.

It was momentary silence that made Diana question him, "Well? What's in it? Another empty threat or another invitation for a collaboration?"

He had hoped it was yet another threat but no. You were there in the photos. Happily cradled by the pink-haired fellow. In fact, fellows. And he recognized one of them, A-Li.

The letter was not helping either, rubbing salt on his open wound. Castiel's jaw was clenched tightly as his hands crumpled the letter instinctively. A confession of how you were sealed into some sort of... romanticized pact with all the vessels.

The one who wrote the letter was not A-Li but rather, XL themself. They praised Castiel for allowing you to be taken into their world to humor their vessels.

"Looking back, I'm sure you understand what I mean by the world, Catiel. You are the head researcher for the project that is meant to unveil the secret of this life no? I suppose this is the price for the forbidden knowledge you are seeking in the Garden of Eden. For I am the apple in the 'Project Eden' you are leading.

Ah, why of course, this knowledge has been compensated by your beloved specimen, or should I say, spouse. Rest easy, child of man, for now, you are a step closer to achieving a greater truth.

Sincerely, XL."

And crumpled was the letter, thrown into a box of acid that left no trace of his disdain. Even so, his heart was incapable of destroying the evidence of your existence, even if you were smiling for someone else.

Even if you were no longer devoted to him. Even if you were no longer in love with him. Even if you were no longer in this world with him. Even if you were no longer in this life with him.

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And folks! This is why CatboX and LIfE Project casts shouldn't be placed together in a story (xixixixi) because of the world differences.

#CatboX #LIfE Project #Theatric Guest #Castiel the Scientist #XL the Capricious

[madhogthymaster]

Down The Cabbit Hole: The Weird World of Klonoa Literature - An Archive (Part 2)

[PART 1]

22 July 2022

As I slowly work my way towards Klonoa media completionism (pending), I find myself drawn to Dream Crusaders, a fan-made continuation to the cancelled Dream Traveller of Noctis Sol webcomic, written and illustrated by Esteban Girolami.

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As you know, my opinions about that officially licensed material are overwhelmingly negative, nevertheless I am curious as to what this adventure may yield under a new direction and vision - which is automatically better than having neither direction nor vision at all.

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To be perfectly blunt, there is absolutely no chance of redemption for that comic. It was a doomed enterprise the second Huepow showed up out of nowhere. Its mere existence is offensive. That said, I'm glad this "sequel" starts off with these two. I'm keenly aware of the hypocrisy.

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Nightmare Klonoa's face game appears to be in top shape, which is swell since the original story did not give me any reason whatsoever to care about this doofus. I only now notice the cute detail of the Pac-Man's ghost hat.

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Actually using loosely established lore from Lunatea's Veil to inform your narrative? Alright, Dream Crusaders, you have my attention.

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Ah, I see. You are using your story as a thinly-veiled excuse to bring back iconic series antagonists for fan-service purposes. I can respect that. At least, you are providing something that your audience might want to see.

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This is how you are choosing to characterize the Goddess Claire, eh? Go on.

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Thou shalt not make Nightmare Klonoa likeable.

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Hurray!

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Honestly, that's a power move on the writer's part.

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Excuse me? How dare you come at me with that expression!? I don't appreciate being specifically targeted!

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Oh no, I love her.

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As far as fanfictions go, this is giving me exactly the kind of inanity I would enjoy from the medium. It is not a good Klonoa story but it's clearly having fun with its dumb premise. Goddess Claire, in full anime super villain mode, is the unquestionable MVP.

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I get the feeling this author does not particularly care about Guntz, which the only acceptable behaviour when it comes to Guntz.

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"Oh don't mind me, I'm just going to Naruto pose in the background of this exposition panel."

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Gasp! It's the bandana-wearing Moo! Legally distinct from the bandana-wearing Waddle Dee!

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"I promise not to obliterate the elderly, metaphorically or otherwise."

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It's Trauma Bunny!

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Ah, an appropriate pairing. Trash belong together, after all.

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"Hyuck!"

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Original Character. Do Not Steal.

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I am a man of simple pleasures.

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He looks just right.

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Well, this is awkward.

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As of this date, that was the last currently available page for Dream Crusaders. I am enjoying this fan-interpretation of a failed project quite a bit. It might be just a load of fan-service and entirely self-indulgent but it's the passionate, dedicated sort of fan-service driven fanfiction.

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It is everything Noctis Sol was not: the exact opposite of a soulless, dull, visionless drivel, one that actually takes the time and care to properly write sufficiently-defined characters and consistent story beats. I will continue to read it in the future.

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Conclusively, it's a fun read and the artwork is high quality, more professionally sequenced and framed than the *official* webcomic series. Unfortunately, you would have to go through that abomination in order to get to the good part.

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With this dream firmly behind us, like a distant memory of childhood, it is time to burrow ourselves down, deeper and deeper, into the Cabbit Hole in order to unearth older, much more obscure materials. Next time, we enter the positively drizzling underworld of Klonoa's "scanlations" and any remaining miscellanea, thus finally bringing my archive up to speed. Stay drowsy, fellow Phantomilians.

[PART 3]

#archive #klonoa #fluffy boy literature #madhog thy master #down the cabbit hole #webcomic #comics #literature #bandai namco #dream crusaders

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3

Chapter Summary: Determined to finally get the Queen of the end plate spot, Jen tries her hardest to achieve that goal. During one of the exams, she reveals her admiration for Suga.

Words: 3,000+

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'Chuseok Special'

'Bangtan State Merit Exams'

All 8 members of BTS wore Hanboks, while Jennie wore a light pink Hanbok. She was reluctant at first to even put it on since she wasn't even from South Korea, and didn't want to disrespect anyone. But after some reassurance from everyone, she finally decided to put it on. 

A bell is rung by Eunuch who hosted the exams for BTS. "Gather bachelors and bachelorette!"

Once they all gathered around, Eunuch sighed at their goofiness. "Everyone who has come to Bangtan State Merit Exams, welcome."

'3 Liberal arts exams and 3 military service exams to distinguish BTS' true merit scholar! During each exam, first place will get three points. And last place will get 1 point. The bachelor or bachelorette with the most points will receive a department store gift card and a king/queen's rights during End-plate king/queen'

Once inside, everyone is seated, sitting pretzel style, applauding for what's to come in excitement. Jennie had to admit she was nervous. She wasn't used to this yet and had no idea what to expect. She might as well forfeit right here. But she really wanted that Queen's right for the End-Plate King/Queen.

"Chuseok special Bangtan State Merit Exam please meet our seven bachelors and our bachelorette who are here for the liberal arts exam." Eunuch read from a card, while Bangtan greeted him. "I'll tell you about the first subject coming up!" He revealed a scroll, that opens down to say, 'Write lyrics bragging about yourself'

Jennie 'Hopeless Bangtan Girl' (GAH! I have A LOT to work on with myself. I can't write lyrics in like ten minutes!)

"We'll start now!" Eunuch banged on the bell as everyone started to write.

Jennie sat there, looking at the blank paper in front of her. "This is not going to end well." She chuckled nervously to the camera in front of her.

'Exam time end'

"And now we'll go into time for publication!" Eunuch announced

Once all the guys had gone, singing their goofy lyrics, it was finally Jen's turn as she nervously stood before everyone.

"Oh boy." She cleared her throat. "Who is that girl over there? Oh, it must be BTS' adorable female maknae. With nice smelling hair and the prettiest smile, no one can compare to me~" She sang in a cute voice.

"Whoa~" The guys look on in wonder as she feels her face heat up.

Jennie 'Embarrassed Bangtan Girl' (That was so embarrassing! I promise I won't make corny lyrics like that for our songs! J-just bear with me here! Ahh I hope my sisters aren't watching this! *Covers face in shame*)

After the judges judge their performances, they go to the results. 

"Bangtan state merit exam, liberal arts first exam, second class....Jimin! In this exam, there are two people awarded second class. Another second class is Bachelor Jin. The owner of honor of first class? Golden Makane Jungkook!"

"Hah hah hah!" Jennie laughed with the guys as Jungkook started doing his victory dance, standing on top of his head, and doing a pose.

"What are you doing?" Jin questioned.

"Bangtan state merit exam, liberal arts second exam!" Eunuch revealed the next scroll.

'BTS 5 Elements'

'Complete your 5 elements with BangTanSoNyeonDan. Time limit of three minutes'

While the guys were writing, Jennie sat there, staring at her blank paper yet again. 

"I am seriously having a brain fart." She murmured, shaking her head as the time ran out.

"Jennie, why is your paper blank?" Jungkook pointed out.

"I didn't write anything~" She admitted and put her head down while the guys laughed.

"She's disqualified!" Jimin yelled while the guys agreed.

"Looks like Smartie isn't so smart today, huh?" Suga teased.

"Yah! Give me a break!" She waved them away.

Jennie 'Failing all exams' (Eh heh heh...I am not off to a good start, huh? I dunno what's wrong. Why I am not writing and trying to win this? My brain just wouldn't come up with anything. I ate breakfast...I had some smarties...I wonder what's the problem. But I will be coming back with a vengeance. Just a matter of when. I'm staying optimistic. Don't give up on me, just yet!)

Once Eunuch announces Jin as the second class winner and J-Hope as the first class winner, they transition to the next exam. "Bangtan State Merit Exam, before we start with the 3rd liberal arts exam, I'll let you know of the mid-way results."

So far, Jungkook and J-Hope have three points, Jin has two, and Jimin has one. Jennie, Suga, Rap Monster and V have zero points.

Jennie 'Triggered Bangtan Girl' (ZERO! Zero POINTS!! ZERO! This is UN-Acceptable! I need to get my act together.)

"Liberal art's 3rd exam." He reveals the next scroll.

'Draw the member's faces'

'Get to know the seven bachelors and bachelorette's drawing skills! Liberal arts 3rd exam! Draw the member's faces!'

'Time limit of 10 minutes. Draw the face of the member you love the most'

'Expressing of the key point details in the face and creating a masterpiece to be awarded first class!'

'Judging criteria 1. Grasp the member's specialties with sharp eyes'

'2. Quality more than quantity a masterpiece!'

Jennie 'Optimistic Bangtan Girl' (Let's see what I remember in art class!)

Suga and V drew J-Hope, Rap Monster and J-Hope drew Jimin, while Jin chose Rap Monster, Jimin chose Suga and Jungkook chose Rap Monster's loss of color face.

"Who did Miss Bangtan draw?" J-Hope looked on in anticipation.

"I...drew Suga." She revealed her drawing with a smile. The drawing she drew was of Suga rapping in his No More Dream outfit. She put a lot of detail into his face, showing his gummy smile, which really caught everyone's eye.

Suga looked on in surprise. "M-me?" He looked at her drawing in awe. She really nailed his gummy smile. He had to stand up and take a good look.

Suga 'Shocked' (I wasn't expecting her to pick me. I'm really surprised and touched that she really likes me the most. I wonder why.)

Jennie 'Inspired by Suga' (Why did I choose Suga? I really admire him. I love his passion for music and his rapping. Even though we do bicker and I'm still not over him drawing on my face, I still think he's awesome and a great person. I hope to rap like him, one day. He has inspired me to learn about rapping. I...wanted to ask him if maybe he could teach me, but I'm so nervous, I decided that I'm not ready to ask him for that request yet. I hope he doesn't see this confession. Soon I'll tell him how much I admire him, face to face! Don't show it!)

"Can you imitate him?" Rap Monster requested

"Yeah, I can imitate him." She cleared her throat, changing her demeanor to look more serious. "I wanna big house, big cars & big rings. But sasireun I dun have any big dreams. Haha nan cham pyeonhage sareo. ggum ddawi an ggwodo amudo mwora an hajanheo!" She rapped successfully, moving just like Suga on stage with attitude as everyone applauded.

"That was pretty good." Suga nodded in approval.

"The second class goes to Jungkook and Suga." Eunuch announced. 

Suga was shocked and didn't hold back on the complaints. "Shouldn't I get first class? This is a fraud! It's the writer's conspiracy! What else have you to say? It's a fraud by the writers!"

"The highly anticipated first class goes to...Bachelorette Jennie!" Eunuch points to her as she looks up in shock.

"That doesn't make senseeee~" Jimin whined in a loud voice as she started to jump around, cheering.

"Yeah! I'm back with a vengeance! Let's go!" She cheered

Jennie 'Making a comeback' (Perseverance! I hope I'll able to be the Queen of the plate this time. Watch out boys! This Bangtan Girl is about to claim that throne! Woo hoo!)

After the liberal arts exams, have been finalized, it was now time for the military service exams. Results so far are Jungkook with 4 points, J-Hope and Jennie with Three points, Jin with 2 points, Rap Monster and V with no points, Jimin and Suga with 1 point.

Standing outside, the group changed their clothes as they prepared for their next exam which was archery. Suga vs J-Hope was first. J-Hope kept missing the target and ended up getting beaten by Suga.

With V vs Jimin, V hit the bullseye but it fell off, not sticking enough. V ended up winning the battle anyway. Once it was time for Jin vs Rap Monster, they both kept missing the target, making everyone laugh. It took forever and they had to change the rules. Whoever hit inside the red circle would win. Finally, Rap Monster prevailed.

'Jennie vs Jungkook.'

'Battle between the Maknaes. Who will triumph?'

"This is going to be good." Jimin looked on.

"The battle between our two babies! I wonder who will win." Jin wondered, proud of his children.

Jungkook faced off with Jennie, as they stared each other down. He crossed his arms while she put her hands on her hips.

"Jennie, I hope you know what your fate is. You're going down." He teased.

"All I gotta say is that you're going down and I am not backing down. So be prepared."

"I'm the golden Maknae for a reason."

"Not for long." She smiled

"Jungkook is good at everything but not archery." Rap Monster mentioned.

Jungkook draws his arrow back first and releases it quickly. However, the arrow ends up hitting the floor as the guys laugh hysterically.

"That was...pretty golden Kookie." V teased as the Golden Maknae looked on in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Jennie got her bow and arrow ready, slowly drawing the arrow back. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the target. 

'One...two...release!' She released the arrow hitting it close to the bullseye.

"Yes!" She shouted with excitement

"Oh~" The guys yell, getting hyped.

Jungkook just stares at her arrow and back to her. She sticks her tongue out at him, making him glare playfully. This was the start of a competitive friendship. He attempts to hit the target again but fails as Jimin laughs at him. "Shut up, hyung!"

Back to the female member of BTS, she managed to hit the target in the bullseye but it fell off.

"YO! Unbelievable!" She shouted over the hollering guys who were saying how close it was.

Jungkook failed yet again to hit the target and once Jennie hit her arrow near the bullseye, it became clear that she was the winner as he accepted his defeat.

"WOO!" She started jumping up and down, spinning around. "That was pure luck!"

'Semi Finals'

'Suga vs V.'

Suga's bow and arrow skills were impressive as he kept hitting the same place while V couldn't hit the spot. When it was Jennie's turn against her leader, Rap Monster, she won quickly thanks to him missing each time.

Jennie 'Elated Competitor' (I'm finally getting the hang of this!)

"Wha~ why am I defeated!?" Rap Monster squinted his eyes shut, clenching his fists in despair.

'Finals'

'Jennie vs Suga'

This was an intense battle as both continued to hit the target near the bullseye. But it wasn't until Suga finally hit the bullseye, that he was declared the winner. The members playfully question why he chose rapping when he's so good at archery.

"The winner of the first Military Service exam goes to...Suga!" Eunuch announced as everyone enthusiastically applauded his win.

Jennie obtains 1 point so now she has 4 while Suga and Jungkook also have 4 points.

Jennie 'Cool and Calm' (I'm tied for first place with two other guys. As long as I keep trying to at least get a second place spot to gain more points, I should be A-OK.)

'Together with the flying tinker bells. Second exam, horse-riding! Two bachelors will ride their own ponies. First person to go one round and return back, wins!'

Jennie 'Determined' (I really want to be the Queen this time. I NEED to win this. Do you know how cool that'll be? No more punishments like drinking that disgusting beet juice!? I need a break!)

"That's easy!" Jimin pointed out.

The first battle consisted of Jimin and J-Hope. The intense bout was close but then Jimin decided to stand up and run the horse to the finish line after J-Hope created a big gap, taking the lead. Nonetheless, J-hope was declared the winner.

Next was Suga vs Jin. Jin started with a fast start but Suga quickly caught up and took the lead. The oldest member decided to stop while Suga took the finish line, and a roar of laughter escaped the members' mouths.

'Jennie vs Jungkook'

Jennie adjusted herself on the white plastic toy horse. "This is too goofy." She admitted while Jungkook sat on his horse next to her.

As soon as they get the OK to go, adrenaline goes around Jen's body as both she and Jungkook quickly move their feet to accelerate. Both equally take a fast pace, neck and neck.

"I don't even know who's winning!" J-Hope said with excitement in his voice.

Rap Monster (I definitely see a fire in Jennifer's eyes. She really wants that Queen of the End-Plate privilege.)

Once Jennie and Jungkook circle around the post, Jennie's heart starts to race as Jungkook gets a little bit ahead of her. The atmosphere was loud with the members watching, cheering and yelling out goofy commentary.

"Who shall win this battle?" J-Hope spoke in a dramatic tone

"Will it be the beautiful Miss Bangtan? Or will it be our handsome Golden Maknae!?" Jimin added to the fun.

Their goofy banter almost got her distracted because she was close to laughing. But getting back on track and focused, she increases her speed despite the pain on her behind from the tiny horse. Her efforts are rewarded when she ends up going ahead, with Jungkook high on her tail.

"OOOHHHHHHH!"

The loud, goofy voices of the members stand up, jumping up and down.

Jennie let out a sigh of relief when she made it to the finish line a second before Jungkook.

"BOOYAH!" She celebrated, throwing her arms up in the air.

"Again?" Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back.

Jungkook 'Mindboggled' (How? She was behind me!)

"Sorry Kookie. I just really want to win that end-plate position." She grinned sheepishly. "No hard feelings?"

"Don't talk to me." He playfully brushed her off while she chuckled lightly at him.

Jennie 'Behind really hurts' (Y'know those tiny horses really take a number on your butt. My butt hurts.)

When V goes up against Rap Monster, V wins by a landslide, making the leader throw his horse.

"Ahhh! He threw the horse!" Jennie laughed out loud.

Jennie (RIP Horse 2013-2013!)

"If I wore better pants, I'll win!" Rap Monster blames.

'Semi-finals'

'J-Hope vs Suga'

"J-Horse and rapid speed' vs 'Getting merit 2 times consecutive'

When they both were on their horses, Eunuch requested that they say something to each other.

"Honestly, since he's J-Horse and he even looks like it too, I feel burdened, I'll try my best." Suga said.

"I'll win this coolly," J-Hope responded with a bright smile.

When it was time to go, J-Hope quickly dashes away, leaving Suga in the dust while everyone whoops and cheers. Suga laughed it off, taken aback by his speed.

'V vs Jennie'

"Do you have anything to say to each other?" Eunuch asked

"Let's have a good match, best friend!" V happily smiled at her as she gave him a big high five.

"You bet! Let's do this!" She responded ecstatically.

Once they were ready, V continued to waddle and gain speed on his horse, with Jennie right behind him. But as soon as they circle the post, Jennie gains her speed and dashes forward. 

"Ah! She caught up!" Jimin acknowledged, clapping his hands.

"No~ Jennie!" V laughed as he tried to catch up with her and ended up losing.

'Bachelorette Jennie enters finals!'

'Finals'

'J-Hope vs Jennie'

"Right now, my legs are hurting so much. I don't know what to do about it." J-Hope admited.

"Hey, my butt hurts." She replied, making him giggle.

Once the sound of the gong is heard, both parties dash forward but J-Hope quickly leaves her in the dust. 

"Bro!" She exclaimed with a laugh as she circled the post, with J-Hope way ahead. He wins after going through the finish line.

"How can he be so fast!?" She laughed, arriving at the finish line.

"That was not even humanely possible." Jungkook addressed.

At the end of the exam, J-Hope obtains three points while Jennie obtains 1. So now Jennie has five points.

BTS and Jennie stand in between Eunuch and his gong as they applaud. 

"Finally it's the last!" Suga looked relieved.

"Last exam! A traditional game played by all ethnics. Chicken fight!" Eunuch announced.

'Bangtan State Merit exam Military Service last exam!'

'Traditional game played by all ethnics chicken fight!'

'All eight bachelors and bachelorette will start together in a single match'

'The last bachelor or bachelorette standing wins'

"Our seven bachelors and bachelorette please step forward and get prepared." Eunuch announced as they get into the chicken fight ring

Jennie 'Asking for Strength' (My tiny behind is in a chicken fight ring with seven guys. SEVEN. I need ALL the strength I can get for this. I WANT that Queen of the End-Plate position!)

The guys stretch and Jennie follows suit by stretching out her arms and then her legs. Once Eunuch says go, Jennie tries to keep her distance from everyone as she holds her crossed leg by the ankle, standing on one leg.

Jungkook and Jin meet in the middle, while Jennie stands in a corner, watching the show.

Jennie 'Keeping Distance' (I think I know how to win this. Let me let the guys fight, and then I can think of a plan from there. I just need to keep my distance and wait it out. My strategy is patience and defense. I'm more of a defensive person when it comes to competitions like this. Offense, not so much.)

Hopping forward, Jungkook attempts to attack Jin with his strength but Jin maintains his balance. All of a sudden, Jungkook does an aerial flying attack with his knee, surprising Jin.

"Rapmon! I choose you!" Jin pointed as Rap Monster and Jimin began to battle it out. It was hilarious watching everyone hop and jump all over the place.

Jennie watched as Rap Monster bumped into Jungkook and Jimin while Jin hopped right over to V. She quickly hopped away since she was right near V. Out of nowhere, she shrieked when Suga roughly bumped into her on purpose.

"Cut it out!" She swiftly hopped away from him as he laughed. He almost knocked the wind out of her. Any harder, she would've been eliminated.

V bumps Jin, resulting in the oldest member putting his leg down, eliminating him. Suga tries to bump everyone since he was alone and it ends up backfiring when he gets bumped three times. For his fate, he's bumped by V and falls out of the ring, making everyone laugh.

"Jennie! Whose team are you on? Join me and Jungkook! We'll protect you!" Jimin called out.

"I'm Switzerland!" She called out, trying to escape the drama.

Jungkook ended up slipping and falling down when he tried to hit J-Hope when he countered it.

"How could you do that to our Jungkookie!" Jimin yelled and tried to attack him but got hit and fell down.

'Jungkook's Pokemon Bachelor Jimin eliminated!'

After managing to hide for so long, Jennie goes full defense mode as J-Hope starts to go after her.

"Oh come on! I was doing so good!" She started hopping all over the ring, with him following her.

"Nope!" She evaded his bump and lightly bumped him back.

"I got your back!" V comes to her rescue, bumping into J-Hope, but ends up falling on his butt in the process.

"Awe man, V!" She laughed.

Staying away from Rap Monster and J-Hope's battle, Jennie watches as Rapmon's powerful hit, causes J-Hope to twirl around and falls down.

"HIII-YA!" She yelled, bumping Rap Monster with all her might, making him stumble from behind, once he recovered, he remained unfazed. "Are you-are you serious!? That didn't work!?"

Jennie 'Shocked' (HOW!? *Throws her arms up in the air*)

"Any last words, Jennie?" He teased, hopping up to her.

Hopping back for her life, she shakes her head. "Wait! Wait! I want a redo! AH!" Swiftly moving to the side, she escapes Rapmon's strike. "Let's talk about this!"

No matter how many times Rapmon would strike her, she would manage to avoid any type of contact.

Rap Monster 'In Charge of Destroying' (Jennie is small and quick. But soon I'll catch her. She can't avoid my attacks forever.)

"Wow~ she's really good at her defense!" Jimin praises with a big smile. "Go Jennie~"

Jennie 'Defensive Bangtan Member' (Obviously Rap Monster is stronger than me, so I had no choice but to go on a defensive route until I could find a way to make him lose his balance. I can smell the Queen of the end-plate prize already. I won't back down now! I have to win this!)

Noticing Rapmon getting a bit tired from putting all his strength into attempting to bump her, she finally takes advantage. When he attempts to strike her again, she finally counters, making him lose his balance.

"WHAAAAA~" The boys yell, getting hyped up.

While he was wobbling to stay on his foot, she bumped him on the shoulder and he fell on the ground.

"AHHHHHHH~" The guys start cheering.

"YES! YES! YES! YES!" She jumped up and down after putting her leg down.

"Aish...so close." Rap Monster sighed. 

He takes Jennie's hand and gets helped up by her. After receiving three more points, she had 8 points in total, declaring her the winner.

'Miss Bangtan has come back with a vengeance and won the battle!'

'Welcome the Queen of the end-plate!'

At the end of the exams, she gets carried easily by V and Jimin as she wears a hat with Sakura flowers on top. While being carried, Jungkook and Jin toss sakura blossoms at her while J-Hope, Suga and Rapmon dance and sing around.

"Y'know I can really get used to this. I feel like a princess." She laughed, goofing off with the guys.

Jennie 'Queen of the end-plate' (Girl power! Don't ever give up! You can always bounce back and come back to win! I am so anticipating the end-plate. No punishments for me!)

#bts #bangtan boys #bts 8th member #bts additional member #jungkook x oc #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts added member #bangtan gal #rookie king

[kouxbe]

SR MEDIA CALLBACK AUDITION

or: in an attempt to pass a class, kou's professor suggests he audition for a company as part of his first person research. kou somehow makes it in. cover: utada hikaru - first love

he hadn't expected a call back. honestly, kou had thought the message he received was a scam, almost immediately hitting the 'report' button - only to stop short when he realized that it was indeed official. "holy shit."

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it wasn't like kou needed to go for the second audition. after all, he'd already submitted his paper a few days back and according to his professor, no longer needed to worry about whether he was going to horribly fail or barely pass.

still, this wasn't exactly the sort of opportunity he thought he could pass up. sure, kou might not deem himself as the most ... idol-like person out there; he's clumsy, and silly and quite honestly can barely follow a schedule, but it does intrigue him enough to follow through with the process.

"it won't hurt."

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so it does kind of hurt. literally. kou is making his way to the sr media building, guitar in hand when he bumps into a pole on the way there. in his defense though, he'd been busy looking up the directions to the building on his phone, and had simply been distracted.

thankfully, the pole he'd hit wasn't too far from the building, and with a deep breath, he takes a step inside. alright. he thinks he's got this. maybe. or maybe he doesn't, in which case – meh. what can he do.

he arrives in a muted outfit ( thankfully, kou's closet is filled with nothing but muted outfits ), and he's never really been the type to wear makeup anyway – so he doesn't worry too much about that. he follows the staff up, and looks around the building. fancy, he thinks.

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they take him to a room and ask him to pose. pose. what the fuck is this, korea's next top model?

kou scratches his head at first as he thinks of what to do – but the camera man mistakes that as his first pose and kou blinks in surprise when the flash goes off. oh okay, he thinks, too awkward to correct the man behind the camera.

they'd already sort of told him before hand that they would be taking pictures though, and kou had ( embarrassingly ) tried out a few simple poses in front of his mirror at home. and so he mimics just that, whatever sort of pose he'd practiced before hand, before he's brought to another room to perform.

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"hello, my name is sato kou," he bows. "today i'll be doing an acoustic cover of utada hikaru's first love. thank you," he bows again and picks up his guitar. he tunes it for a quick moment before he clears his throat and begins.

he strums his guitar and the familiar intro begins to fill the room. quite honestly, he feels much more comfortable like this – singing in japanese, as though he's able to understand the lyrics a little better.

ashita no imagoro ni wa anata wa doko ni iru n' darou dare wo omotte 'ru n' darou ( tomorrow, at this time where will you be? who will you be thinking about? )

he sings, strumming his guitar before the chords shift to the chorus.

you are always gonna be my love itsu ka dare ka to mata koi ni ochite mo i'll remember to love you taught me how you are always gonna be the one ima wa mada kanashii love song atarashii uta utaeru made ( you are always gonna be my love i'll remember to love you taught me how you are always gonna be the one love song now and forever ... )

the song comes to an end and kou strums the guitar once more, before he looks at the panel. "thank you."

it should end there. it should've ended there. but things never quite go as kou plans, and instead of "goodbye" he's hit with a question.

“please reflect on your time during the next gen audition process and tell us what you would like to do differently, should you be invited to participate in a second season.”

eh, he thinks to himself, slightly surprised. next gen? the thing he'd been on months ago? that next gen?

i wouldn't participate, he wants to say. next gen – as interesting as it had been – was too troublesome for someone like kou. the thought of having to put on different performances almost every week, of dancing, of taking time away from his cats. that next gen. but as stupid as kou can be, he doesn't actually say that out loud.

"i'd be more interesting," he says instead. which probably isn't the sort of normal response one would be expecting. "i think i was pretty boring the first season – uhm, maybe that's why i didn't get a lot of interesting shots." now that he thinks back on it, kou had been pretty ... normal throughout next gen, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but his friends in school had told him that korean varieties loved a good story and interesting people. which kou admittedly, felt like he wasn't.

"oh, i don't mean like i'd cause controversies," he continues, shaking his hands. "i mean, i would've caught people's attention by taking on a character. probably a leader-like role," not that kou thinks he has it in him to be a leader, but he did once lead a group project in uni, "or have a good storyline. i would work harder on having those if i got invited the another season. i heard that the audience likes a good story and an interesting person, it gives them someone to root for."

the audition comes to an end, and kou once again, bows for what must be the umpteenth time, before he leaves the building.

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on the way home, he receives an email with the score of his research paper.

"SATO KOU RESEARCH PAPER - 70% Comments: Interesting topic. In-depth with first-hand experience."

he's glad he won't fail the class at least.

#kou:srmedia #be:jointhesrfamily #( babe wake up kou did something stupid again #was so excited to post this and now i can #congrats kou youre a trainee

[atanx]

Just finished Yakuza 3 so here's some of my thoughts:

BEAUTIFUL EYES

Richardson and Kiryu talking at each other in different languages was so funny to me. Like they don't understand each other yet stubbornly keep talking as if they did XD

RIKIYA DYING WAS SO UNNECESSARY FOR THE PLOT WHYY like Kiryu has GOT to get rid of his stupid habit of leaving defeated enemies to their devices around various lethal objects (especially guns). Because they always, ALWAYS get back up. I'm not saying he should kill them. But like secure them in SOME way. Start carrying around some rope or something. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried.

Damn, Mine, babygirl, you are so beyond fucked up you need therapy BAD

Poor Daigo like imagine getting shot, being in a coma and you wake up on a rooftop in fucking december, toes freezing off, falling off of a hospital bed and immediately being greeted with the sight of several gun wielding assholes. You shoot them, still confused about what's going on (why tf is your father-figure of sorts there? Why is the dude u wished was ir boyfriend there? WHY ARE THEY SHIRTLESS AND BLOODY). Then ur crush starts spouting cryptic shit, the dude you shot somehow still has fight in him and to save you, your crush charges at him, getting shot multiple times and then tells you that he doesnt deserve to live before throwing himself off the roof. You've been awake for three minutes.

Also Haruka slapping Mine was EPIC. She should have kept going, kicked Mine in the shin, bitten his arm etc all feral foaming-at-the-mouth chihuahua mode

Also Mine feeling good about himself for having slapped a teen back. A grown ass adult. Like damn dude has issues

I'm stilk very upset about Rikiya. Like one moment I would run away from him in the Kamurocho streets and giggle with a warm feeling in my chest when he'd scream "ANIKII!!" and then the next he fell victim to this stupid gimmick of defeated opponents not being taken care of properly

I honestly feel like that gimmick is so overdone at this point

I think I did something wrong during the final boss battle because Mine was constantly going into this Jojo's bizarre adventure pose and regenerating health AND I had to do like the exact same QTE cutscene like four times even though I never failed it (besides the first time)

RIGHT I ALMOST FORGOT my steam screenshot folder is prob like 90% just various Majima facial expressions because I enjoyed them so much. Reminds me of that post going like "while older character models are kinda eh Majima's crowfeet in them slap!" and I really agree. I'm playing the games chronologically and when I got to YK2 something about Majima just looked extremely off but I couldn't put my finger on it. I think that's it tho they ironed him out and took away his wrinkles :(. Like obvs the model is still good it was just a weird change that I'm not sure why they implemented it. Anyway the Y3 Majima expressions are fucking precious especially the grins

Also pink truck scene probably best scene in the game it was so cute the way Majima was worried that he accidentally ran over Kiryu <3

I took way too long to finish this game because the old graphics are kind of jarring especially considering I played Judgement and Lost Judgement at the same time, but it was still a pretty good game. (another contributing factor was that for some reason the game doesn't allow me to do anything else on my PC besides access the taskbar while I'm playing it so taking short breaks is harder. The game literally does not allow for any apps to show up on screen) I'd really like a YK3 I think that would be epic especially to get an updated Rikiya model (I think there's an updated Mine model in Ishin? Idk anyway just more modern graphics would be really cool)

I can continue with Y4 now, which I'm really excited for because I've hears quite a bit of stuff about Akiyama and Saejima and this will be like the first proper contact with them and their storylines. I've actually started Y4 already and Akiyama has major cat energy to me

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