#but I’m already. rambling quite a bit here. which while it is the point of having a blog is also making my thumbs Ache. so ! enough of that

[counselor-elijah]

Frog! Most likely common water frogs (Pelophylax kl. esculentus)

[graciedollie]

Humorous

pairs: ambessa medara x wife!reader

summary: It was a pretty hectic you had to endure and you didn’t have the best attitude—it especially didn’t help that you’re wife pestered on about asking what was your deal. She watched with amusement as you practically snapped at her—already knowing what she had in store with you.

warning(s): lots, LOTS OF DIRTY TALK, some praises, spanking 😛, hair pulling, fingering, use of the hexstrap, pussy slaps (OMLLLL), and just ambessa being mean tbh, she’s chill at first but…YOU’LL SEE, also brief mention of edging :p

A/N: i love women. that is all.

Today was a shitty day for you. It was utterly hectic and things were NOT going for you. Let’s just say, you’re weren’t a happy camper. First, you woke up with a headache that did not go away—even after you ate, then you were constantly being followed around by soldiers that your wife ordered to do so, and overall, you just had a bad, bad attitude.

But anywho, you were now in the bedroom and straightening a few things as you found that cleaning helped you relax a bit, but not even that was helping. Your ears picked up heavy footsteps of your wife, feeling her strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Hello, My Sweet..”

A small sigh fell from your lips as her lips trailed down your neck, slowly pulling away from her as you grumbled, “Hi honey..”

She raised a brow at your distant behavior, wondering what could be troubling her dear wife. She settled down on a nearby chair, manspreading comfortably as she leaned back with an amused expression while she continued to poke you—wanting to see what was really the matter.

And, boy did she.

Your body tensed as your head snapped at her, pointing a finger at her with a scowl written on your face; absolutely snapping at her with your irritated tone. Your face was scrunched up, brows furrowed, and voice strained with irritation and frustration—which Ambessa found humorous, especially with the fact you just snapped at her.

She sat there, patiently and leisurely, listening to you rant and fuss at her as you rambled on about your shit day that you’ve terribly endured. She was honestly so quiet that you wondered if she was even listening to you.

“Are you even listening to me, Ambessa?” You snarled at her as your eyes flashed with annoyance, placing your hands on your hips.

“Oh, of course I am, sweetheart, but you know how I am with the attitudes, My Dear….you know that. I suggest—“

“I don’t have an attitude.” You interrupted her with a stern voice as your face scrunched up with irritation at her words, only adding gasoline to the fire.

Her brows raised in slight amusement, leaning back in the chair with a calm expression as she nodded a swift nod, “Oh really?”

You knew that tone of voice. Yeah, you were in for one..

You definitely fucked up. Internally cursing yourself for snapping at her with your attitude—knowing how she felt strongly about attitudes. So here you were now. Completely naked. Completely sprawled out. Face messed with tears as her hand came down on your soaked cunt with a slap, causing you to jerk your thighs closed.

Your wife shot you a warning glare, quickly opening your legs back up before she said anything—letting her resume her torture. Her hooded eyes gaze down at the sticky mess between your thighs, chuckling at the downright pathetic sight, “This is quite the sight..”

A whine bubble in your throat at her words, looking up at her with pleading eyes as chest rise and fell quickly with each heavy pant—causing your tits to jiggle. Another slap after another, another, and another—causing you to be a complete sobbing mess.

“What’s with the tears now, little one? Where’s that fiery bite you had earlier?” When her question wasn’t answered, a particular firm slap landed on your clit, making you jolt.

“When I ask a question, I expect an answer. Do not. Make me repeat myself.”

“I’m sorry! Please, baby, ‘m sorry…so sorry…didn’t mean to, I swear..” Your voice was whiny and shaky with tears, sniffling and whimper as your hips bucked up to her touch.

She could only let out an unamused chuckle at your desperation, only finding it humorous to her. Her eyes gazed down at you before grasping your cheeks, making your lips pucker together in a pout. “Mm…you’re sorry? You’re sorry, My Love?”

Her voice was uncharacteristically soft and gentle—as if she wasn’t just slapping your cunt just while ago. Her eyes stared into your teary ones, taking notice of the slow nod of your head. “Yes…’m sorry, please..”

Her thumb grazed over you bottom lip, cooing softly at the sight of her precious wife in such a state before a slap came back down on your cunt—crying out in pain before she grasped your cheeks firmly.

“I’ll show you sorry.”

And boy, did she?

You were on all four. Arms struggling to hold you up. One of her warm, large hands on your hip to steady you as the other was preoccupied with fucking you with her fingers; filling you to the brim with just two. Tears were trailing down your cheeks as you sniffles and whined—occasionally yelling as her hand came down harsh on your ass.

She smirked with amusement at your pathetic state—though you couldn’t see the smirk, but you can practically hear it in her voice. “Mm, I do wonder on where that chatty mouth of yours went. Do you think you’ve proven to me that you’re sorry, Dear?”

You nodded your head frantically at her low words, feeling your body seize at the upcoming orgasm—though it was ruined when she slipped her fingers out and her hand came down hard on your ass.

“Words.”

“Yes! Y-yes—I’m so sorry, baby! Please…I swear!” You cries out as your thighs trembled as you were edged for the fourth time during this moment of torture. A pleased smile tugged at her dark lips, soothing the stinging pain on your ass with a gentle rub before slipping her finger back inside you with a lewd squelch—earning a choked moan from you.

“Good. Seems you’re getting better at listening instead of running your mouth with such a nasty attitude.”

Your brain was so clouded you could barely even comprehend of her words, only focusing on the way her thick fingers pumped in and out of you with quick, deep thrusts—though you could hear the lines of:

“Feel how deep I am? Filling you up so nicely, aren’t I?”

“Squeezing my fingers so tight…such a greedy girl..”

“Practically drenching my fingers at this point, Love. Such a mess..”

You’re so close, aren’t you? Maybe I should pull away and just leave you here—aching for my touch.”

“You’re lucky I’m giving you such pleasure with the little stunt you pulled—move your hand.”

The pleasure became utterly overwhelming—having that your other organs were denied and this one feel so intense—and you couldn’t help, but reach back to her wrist.

“Please—Bessa…too much! Please, baby…”

Your voice cracked with a whine as her fingers hit that same spot that made your toes curl and vision cloud with stars repeatedly. She didn’t respond, only pinning your arm down on the small of your back—leaning close to your ear as her breath was hot against your skin.

“You’ll take whatever I give you..”

Your mind was completely clouded. Your hand gripped at the sheets tightly as your knees threatened to give out. Mouth hung open with broken moans and weak whimpers leaving as tears trailed down your cheek. Squelching noises filled the room as she was brutally thrusting into your soaked cunt over and over with her ruby red strap—hitting that sweet spot dead on.

A yelp fell from your mouth as you felt your hair being tugged back, forcing your arch to deepened and the angle to become better for her thrusts. Your eyes fluttered with tears as your body jerked with the harsh slap of her hand against your ass.

“What was all that talk about ‘too much’? It doesn’t seem that way with how tight you’re gripping me in—almost as if you don’t want me to pull away..”

The way her hand repeatedly kept slapping your ass caused you to cry out in pain, but also pleasure as her thrusts became quick and deep gradually. You felt drool trickle down your chin as your mouth hung open with punctured mewls—spewing her on more.

“Oh, my sweet girl….taking me so well, hm? That nasty attitudes all gone, just needed me to fix it, hm? Oh, I know, Honey…”

Your eyes rolled back as her words made your pussy throb, jerking your hips back as you practically fucked yourself back onto her—earning a low chuckle from your dear wife.

“Look at that…’ts funny how you declared it was too much not too long ago, My Dear…but I know you wanted this, baby.

Funny how things change so quickly, am I right?

you could probably tell the ending was rushed lowkey 🥲hoped you enjoyed it tho <3

[luvmila444]

SWEET RELIEF - C.S

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Chris sturniolo x fmreader

summary: Chris can’t help but get a bit worked up while on a tutoring study call with you, when you realise what he’s doing, you only pushing him further to the edge.

content warning: male masturbtion; dirty thoughts; praise kink

word count: 2.8k

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Chris was a little embarrassed with how fast he had picked up the phone call from you, not to mention the blush that had spread across his cheeks and his quickly paced heartbeat when he heard your sweet voice ring through the speakers. 

“Hey, Chris!” You smiled as you spread your small pile of assessments and study papers across your desk to get yourself prepared. This had been a regular thing on Wednesdays and Saturdays for the past two months. You guys would set up a phone call together as you would help him study as Chris was falling behind in class…a lot. You guys had to do it over the phone as both houses were always so busy due to Chris’s brothers and your family always occupying your living spaces, making it difficult to have privacy and quiet to help him focus and bring his grades up. Therefore, you resulted in two easy phone calls across the week, which Chris always enjoyed a little too much. 

Chris loved that you could never see him and what he was doing at the sound of your voice over the phone. The sweet ring of it through the speakers. The way you ramble so passionately about the work. Yeah… he definitely liked having the privacy of his room for these calls more then he’d like to admit. Although he can never help but imagine what you looked like, what you were doing. Fuck… he’s been on the call for no more than ten second and he’s already getting himself worked up. 

“Chris…?” He heard you voice agin. Fuck that voice. 

“Yeah... I’m here, hey y/n.” He couldn’t help the smile that rose onto his lips hearing hear giggle at his slow usual response. 

“Okay well glad you're here,” you say readying the paper you had recently got giving by your teacher, on to the top of the pill of books you had been working on, “why don’t you fine the paper that mr Hudson gave us today and we will work through that one today, yeah?” You say cutely but trying not to talk so fast so Chris could take in the information. 

“Yeah, yeah sure…” he buries his way through his overflowing piles of unfinished homework to find the paper that was given to him today by his teacher “why did he give us the paper today, anyway?” Chris huffs, flipping to the first page that you wanted to start working on. 

“I have no idea, it’s not like we don’t already get enough work given to us on Mondays and Fridays, but now on Wednesdays too? It’s getting a bit intense at this point!”

Chris hums in agreement, loving the way you get worked up about things. However, once you were done with your small rant, you let out a sign that was so quiet only the most observant person would notice it, lucky for you, Chris was that person. As you made the noise Chris felt a familiar warm feeling in his lower stomach, just imagining you making that noise in a very different scenario…

“Did you see jenny today?” You interrupted his quickly drifting dirty thought, referring to girl who passes every class, not using her smarts but her body instead, fucking her way to good grades. 

“No, why? What was she doing this time?” Chris asked slowly, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat and suppress his dirty thought of you. 

“Woah I’m surprised you didn’t see her! She was practically pushing her tits out of her very tiny top to try and get out of this paper…. practically had all the guys drooling,” you huffed. You’d always been quite jealous of Jennifer. She could literally get any guy she wanted and could always get out of these stupid papers. It was irritating to people like you who tried their very hardest in their schoolwork and seem to go zero appreciation for it, when all jenny does is gossip, do her obnoxiously babyish laugh and pop a tit, therefore having the whole classroom wrapped around her finger. It was pathetic.

“Nah, guess i don’t really care that much about her,” Chris was very aware of Jenny’s usual inappropriate behaviour, yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away from you all through that class. He was sat near the back of the class, so he had a good view of his surroundings and could easily see you sat a few rows in-front of him, at the perfect angle so her couple see you left side perfectly. Chris simply couldn’t understand how anyone could pay attention in that class knowing that you were in there, not jenny but you. 

Your short denim mini shirt that accentuated you ass and hips so perfectly and highlighting your legs. However, to keep yourself warmer and seem more modest, you through a knitted sweater over the top, making Chris’s eager to rip it off and see what you hid beneath the layers of warm wear. God, if there was nobody else in that classroom, he would not hesitate you lift you up on the desk and kiss up your legs to your perfect thighs and up your body. He would make sure to take perfect care of you, bring his lips underneath your sweater and bring his hand to you perfectly round and covered tits. 

Full, he could barely take it anymore. He could feel his harder member quickly growing underneath his get sweats, but he didn’t want to stop. No… he couldn’t stop himself.

“Huh, thats surprising, i could’ve sworn that the guys next to me literally had dribble on his chin, it was crazy.” You laughed. 

Fuck that laugh. Chris brought his hand up to his crotch and felt where he had grown harder just thinking of you. He began to palm himself, trying to relieve the growing soreness between his legs. 

"We should get started now." You unintentionally break his train of thought, as he gulps, silently cursing at himself. "Because I you barely understood what was going on it that class."

"Uh, yeah." Chris coughed, forcing himself to focus. "What did you want to start with?" 

You voice begins to drift into an explanation of what was said at the beginning of the class, only worded in a simpler way, yet Chris could barely take in any of this information. You speak so innocently, brows furrowed, as Chris furrows his own for an entirely different reason. 

He continues to palm his dick through his pants while your voice was sending small electric jolts through him. All the way down to his dick, which has begun to strain painfully against his pants beneath his hand. Christ, i can’t actually be doing this right now-he thinks to himself. He licked his lips, quickly responding to what you were saying with a hum and an "ah, that makes makes more sense." 

Chris doesn't mean to drown out your words. Because he's listening. But more so to the hilt of your voice, and how it would sound much breathier, as you gazed up at him. One of his fantasies had you on your knees, teasingly licking at his cock, as your devious eyes held his. He had orgasmed extremely quickly, multiple times, when he found this imagine in his head. 

“So thats basically the first part,” you continued to explain, unaware and completely oblivious to Chris’s hand rubbing at himself on the other end of the line.  

He won’t do more. He can’t, this is just so wrong of him Just…relieve a hint of tension. You continued to speak, and your words began to sound like something he wished he could grab, as his hand tightened on his bulge, his rubbing growing messy. His breathing had grown heavier, but he covered it up by saying ‘yes’s and ‘no’s, answering your questions. 

“Sorry, I’m rambling. Did you have any questions?” You ask, feeling as if Chris wasn’t getting everything he needed out of your words. He had to spare a glance at his incomplete work, scanning to see if he’d written down any problems, trying to remember if he had any. Because the only problem he could think of right now is how his over-the-clothes rubbing was doing little to satisfy his need. 

His cock was now rock hard, it was torturous. His mind began to glaze over with lustful thought of you “I—I don’t think so.” He mutters out, his fingers reaching into the waistband of his sweats and briefs, pulling his cock, which was now leaking with drops of pre-cum and the tip was a bright rosy, red, much like his cheeks.

He imagined the way you would touch him. Would you be gentle and slow, or would you edge him and make sure he’s extremely overstimulated as you milk him dry. Chris’s breathing stutters as he strokes himself. The little hums you make when you think have begun to make his hips thrust up into his palm. His other hand had tightened around the sheet, praying that you can’t hear him jerking off to you. Chris becomes lost in your tone as his cock twitches. 

“Chris?” You slowly ask, making his hips jolt at the utterance of his name from your lips, but he tries to keep his voice of some composure. 

“Yeah?” He had to press his lips together after a needy whimper nearly falling. 

“Are you…okay?” 

Your question makes him halt, much to his cock’s dismay. “W-what?”

“You sound… i don’t know, out of breath?” You say, behind the line trying to think of why.

“Really, you think?” He hums with a small smirk on his face enjoying the uncertainty in your tone and how innocent you mind must have been.  You nod to yourself, but then you catch the smallest of sounds fall straight from Chris’s lips. You had to be mistaken, as it had almost sounded like one full of pleasure that could have only been as a result of one thing... 

Your mouth opened in shock as you realise. He’s out of breath because he’s…

“Chris.” You say again, hearing a stuttering whimper from him before he tries to cover it up by asking ‘yes?’ again.  

“What are you doing?” 

Chris curses himself because you sound suspicious. “I’m studying obviously. Being tutored s-so well... by you.” He says, really forcing down his cock’s wanting to just ask you to keep talking so he could reach his orgasm, attempting to stop himself from stuttering his words, but he just couldn’t help it. 

“You’re sure you’re good?” You asked unconvinced, as a small smirk rose to your lips.

“No. No, I’m all good, i swear.” He says, really forcing his words to sound normal, as he had slowly begun to stroke himself again, his cock angry. 

“Ah huh, yeah…okay,” you knew what you were going to do, this was going to be fun. “Did i tell you how good you looked today?”

Chris’s eyes opened, looking at his phone slightly trying to keep a steady pace of his raging cock but if you were going down this road of compliments, he probably wouldn’t be able to take it much longer.

“Uh, n-no,” he stutters pathetically, somehow unaware of the game you were playing. 

“Well, you did, your hair…wow. I could just run my hands through it! How do you always get it looking so soft?” You paused momentarily, hearing Chris’s surprised whimper. “Sorry thats kind of a goofy thing to say…sorry.” You were basically just teasing him now, the basic matters of the studying gone.

“I- no i don’t think its goofy. a-at all…” his words are broken up by that heaving panting.

“God. really? You’re so sweet chris…wow,” You hum, making Chris’s hips thrust up into his hand, his legs having widened as you spoke. 

“R-really?” His eyelids began to feel heavy again, wanted nothing more but to see the darkness and use it as a canvas to paint his dirty images of you in his mind. 

“Yeah, i mean you’re the literal sweetest” you hum lightly, “you always make sure i havea seat in class, you listen to me when i speak and when i help you i study, you defend me in-front of your friends! You’re so sweet! Such a sweet, good boy for me” you were practically grinning at this point.

Chris could have sworn that your words could have sent him spiralling over the edge.“I a-am?” He asked, almost to clarify that this was real, that you were actually saying this to him.

“Well of course, and you’re always so busy as well, yet you always make time for me in your busy schedule. You must be stressed a lot of the time. I could always help you…relax sometime, relieve some of your…tension.” You had lowered your voice now in order to have a more seductive tone to your voice now.

Chris chokes on a whimper as he places his hand over his mouth, still thinking you don’t know. “My tension…?”

“I mean, yeah… i could alway give you a massage, rub you down, you know I’ve been told I am very good at giving…massages.” It was becoming blatantly obvious what you were doing now but Chris must’ve been blinded and in a lustful haze because he still seemed to be completely oblivious to what you were doing. Continuously pumping his dick eagerly and chasing his release.

The thought of you sat on top of him, rubbing all down him in order to relax him was definitely doing the opposite effect and only working him up more. Fuck. He had almost come from the thought of you taking care of him. the tone you had dropped to makes his hand quicken as his hips had begun to grind into his palm.

“You’d do that for me?” Chris whined, only imaging what else you would do for him almost sent him over the edge.

“Of course, i would baby, you would tell me where it feels good before i drag my hands down your body…” Chris let out a pathetic whimper at not only the simple thought but at the nickname as well. Baby? Baby??! Oh, my lord he was going absolutely feral at this point, “however, through your clothes it mind be hard to properly get that tension out.” 

Chris moans through his teeth, as his hips pathetically thrust at your words. “No clothes?” 

“No clothes.” You confirm. “Would that be, okay? I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable— “

“Yes.” His answer was immediate, cutting you short. He coughs. “That would be fine.” 

You grin. “Good. Because that way I could really relieve some tension. I’d have to straddle you of course.” You pause to hear chris’s heavy breathing and the faint sound of his hand gliding along his cock. “You may even have to flip around, because I’ve heard that the most tension can be by your collarbones and neck.” 

Chris nearly orgasmed at the thought of you straddling him, as your hands wandered his body. “As in straddling..my front?” 

“Yeah, is that okay?” 

“Uh huh.” He hums, his cock twitching with a soon need to release. 

“I could give you that massage the next time we study.” You say, making chris’s breathing quicken at the possible reality of all that. “I could come over to yours.” 

At this point he couldn’t care how desperate he sounded. “Yes. Please, come anytime.” 

“Or maybe you should cum?” You ask, your innuendo strong, as pleasure began to rock through chris’s body. 

“W—what?” 

“Come to my place, i know yours is always super hectic.” You play it off, listening to the wet sounds his cock was making as you could hear how close he was to his orgasm. 

“Fuck…yeah that sounds good, i-if you’re happy then s-so am i…” he was no biting his own lip so hard he could’ve sworn he was drawing some blood. He now had his back so far arched up off of his bed and was practically fucking up into his own hand. 

“See, again, you are alway thinking…of me,” oh he was definitely thinking of you, thats for sure, “you are such a good boy.” And that did it. His orgasm wracked through him as quiet whimpers and moans left his lips his hips grinding into nothing. Wishing the air was you. He watched as the white strings of cum coated and stained his dark shirt. 

“Fuck” he let out a relieved groan, now not even hiding the action that he had just did. 

“Maybe next time we study i should just jerk you off instead,”

Chris’s eyes widened at what you had said, before realising how blatantly obvious what he was doing was. You giggled once again hearing Chris’s heavy breathes, pleased to know that it was you who had pushed him over the edge. 

“Fuck, you can do whatever you want to me,” Chris let out with a deep breathe. 

Oh, you certainly would…

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A/n : thank you so much for reading, this is literally my 3rd time trying to post this because I keep making mistakes 😭😭I really hope you enjoy and if there are any more mistakes pls lmk

ily my angels 💞 (especially @gamermattsgf)

[enwoso]

Would you do a follow up to 'Pretty Chains' where Leah gets Tiny a Hamster and Less freaks 😂

you better be joking | alessia russo x child!reader

hey guys! long time no see ay? but this will probably be my last normal fic of the year as i have next the twelve days of christmas uploads coming. there may be a few before the new year but if not i’ll see yous all in the new year!

i’ll be here and there over the next few weeks, dw i’m not disappearing and if you ever wanna drop something in my inbox feel free, whether that’s a question about a fic, series or character.

but if not i’ll see you on the other side🙃

grumpy masterlist

“le?” you paused looking up to the blonde as leah walked you around the arsenal complex hoping to keep you occupied for the half an hour while your mummy was in a meeting. leah hummed as you held her hand.

“when am i getting my hamster, the one you promise me” you asked so casually. it having been playing on your mind ever since your first match.

your football had actually progressed too as you had actually started playing your games and alessia and some of the girls had shown up in their numbers — as always — but they were yet to break the spell where you’d spend the entire warm up picking at the ground and making daisy chain.

but with each one you gave your mummy, she kept the daisy chains in her long black puffer coat pocket — well until they died.

it had been a week and half since you had been promised your hamster — much to alessia being non the wiser of the promise actually being made come true.

a small cough came from leah as she was slightly caught off guard as the topic was slightly different from the previous conversation you’d just been having with the blonde about your new favourite colour — of the week.

“oh-“ leah hummed, “i- i have been trying to get you one. i promise!” leah rambled out as she opened a door to the canteen for you.

“okay, just i have my named picked out already and i’ve already started making him his own little arsenal corner in my room!” you said so proudly as leah internally awed, it being such a you thing to have done.

“well i’ll get searching then! but as for right now should we go and get lunch before katie steals all your favourite crisps again” leah smiled as she swung your arms hoping to change the topic and hopefully you would forget about the hamster as you began to pick the pace up a little bit, not wanting katie to steal your favourite crisps from the canteen.

much to leah’s dismay, you didn’t forget about the hamster. quite tho opposite actually as for the last three days every time you saw the english captain all you spoke about was your hamster which you didn’t have, yet.

so which is how leah found herself sneaking a hamster into her girlfriend’s house hiding it under a blanket as she brought other bags in to hide the rest of the things she had been convinced to buy in the pet store.

this hamster was going to live like royalty.

so while alessia was on a call downstairs, leah had strategically gotten the hamster up the stairs with a little help from you as you’d been too busy watching the tv but you noticed leah sneaking around up and down the stairs.

“what under there?” you asked as you peered around the doorframe pointing at leah who was carrying a large-ish box which was covered by a red blanket as she looked down at you looking like a deer who’d just been caught in the headlights. but she was quickly telling you to shush and to follow her.

so with a small shrug of your shoulders you followed the blonde up the stairs along the landing and into your room where leah placed the box onto your set of drawers.

“take the red thing off-“ leah pointed to the blanket as you cautiously pulled it off a loud gasp coming from you as you a huge smile appearing on your face as you turned back to hug leah, repeating thank you over and over again.

“can we take it out?” you asked looking back at leah as you peered at the crate with the hamster which had grey and white fur. leah nodded as she moved to help you take the little fur ball out of the crate.

“you wanna hold it?” leah asked as you nodded, the two of you sitting down on your floor, leah telling you how to hold it which admittedly was just how the lady in the pet store had instructed leah how to.

small giggles came from you as you could feel its little feet across your hands and legs. you falling in love with the little fur ball it being more than you had dreamed of for the past two weeks.

“is it tickling you?” leah asked as you nodded, a wide smile on leah’s face seeing how happy this small hamster had made you as she started to show you all the accessories she had got the hamster. from hamster balls, tunnel to weird little snacks she had seen for it in the shelve which looked well interesting.

“what you gonna name it then?” leah asked as you looked in awe of the small hamster humming and haring for a few minutes mumbled names to yourself to see which fitted best.

“benny” you smiled as you lifted benny the hamster up, a proud look on your face as leah grinned, “hello benny” she cooed as she stroked his head with her finger.

the two of you sat and watched benny crawl along the floor, small giggled coming from you a his feet tickled your legs. leah almost forgetting the fact that alessia was also in the house and she had no idea about benny well until-

“leah!” alessia called from the bottom of the stairs, hearing her sock covered feet start to climb them. leah scrambling to get to her feet to stop her before she had a chance to explain the hamster.

“yes love” leah smiled as she stood a few metres from the doorway of your room hoping she was blocking the view of you sat with a hamster in a small hamster ball.

“where’s lovie?” alessia asked as she could of swore she could hear the two of them laughing from downstairs, knowing that when the two of you were quiet it meant you were more than likely up to no good.

“oh- i- she’s um, she’s asleep” leah stuttered out as she tried to play it off cool, failing miserably though.

“swear i heard her voice less than five minutes ago?” alessia questioned as leah hummed shaking her head, a confused look starting to faze over alessia’s face.

“no noo- she’s been asleep for at least 15 minutes” leah was dragging her words out something she did when she was lying as she looked down at her watch on her wrist making up a reasonable amount of them for how long you’d been asleep.

“well i’ll just quickly check on her then we can have lunch” alessia smiled sweetly, still slightly wary of leah’s odd behaviour but shrugging it to further back in her mind.

“oo lunch why don’t we go now. i’m pretty hungry, are you?” leah rambled taking a step towards alessia who quirked an eyebrow confused as to why her girlfriend was acting weird. alessia made a move to take a step closer to your room but leah moved in front of her.

alessia tried a few times more but leah kept moving in front of her completely blocking her attempts to try and get into your room.

“leah, move. i would like to see my daughter.” alessia sighed as she was starting to get a little agitated with the small childish antics.

“baby i’ve told you she sound asleep-“

“mummy! look look at benny the hamster!” you giggled as he crawled up your arm, alessia’s jaw dropping as leah blinked wincing slightly as she saw alessia’s initial reaction.

“and where has benny the hamster come from?” alessia asked so sweetly and for a moment leah thought maybe the blonde wasn’t going to do annoyed about the new furry addition to the family.

“leah got me him!” you smiled so innocently as did alessia before sending a glare towards leah and that was when leah realised, alessia wasn’t annoyed — she was furious but of course she wouldn’t show that in front of you. not wanting to dampen your excitement.

“oh lovie he’s lovely, why don’t you put him back in his little crate while we have lunch” alessia cooed so sweetly as she had kneeled down to your height, probably more inspecting the small fur ball in your hands.

“leah. you better be joking me.” alessia said with an angry look on her face once you’d scurried back into your room.

“i love you?” leah winced not really knowing what to do or say that may make the situation the slightest bit better.

“you’ve got five seconds to run, leah cathrine williamson”

[shuichi-sama]

scoring a date

volleyball captain! sunghoon! x manager! reader!

description: if someone had told you that after becoming your high school's volleyball team manager, you would capture the attention of it’s captain, park sunghoon, you wouldn’t have believe them. but as he charm’s his way to your heart, you just might.

or in which, sunghoon attempts to woo-you, seem to be working in his favor.

warnings: fluff! overuse of the word cute! (i swear i wrote it like 6 times)

note: inspired after watching en o’clock episode 87! i couldn’t help but picture all of them as a volleyball team!!!! LOWER CASE INTENDED!!!

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honestly? if someone had told you, that you would have volleyball captain, park sunghoon wrapped around your finger you would laugh at their face and certainly not the cute and giggly kind.

but as you watch him come up to you for like the nth time today, similar to every other day, you would be the fool not to believe them at that point.

“hi, y/n.” he says a smile gracing his face.

“sunghoon, you do know this like the fifth time you’ve come up to me during practice just to say hi right? and that’s not counting the four other hand waves you’ve given me.”

sunghoon, cheeks burns pink, it was a force of habit at this point. no matter how much he tried to avoid you, not like he wanted to anyways, if it wasn’t his eyes, the boy would physically gravitate towards you every single time without even noticing.

“well, i have an excuse this time. i actually came up here to ask you something.” If the blushing of his cheeks weren’t a quick give away of his nervousness, the cute tremor in his voice surely was.

“oh, what is it then?” without looking up from your clipboard, sunghoon take it as an opportunity to ask you what’s he’s been dying to ask you for a couple of weeks now, if you looked him in the eye at that moment he wasn’t so sure he would be able to go through with it, no matter how confident he was.

“go on a date with me.”

what? you were not death so you were sure you heard him correctly, but still.

“uh, you want me to go on a date with you? but why?”

confusion and hurt etches on his face at your question, as you prance on realizing just how bad your words had sounded. “i mean, why me?” the tilt of his head encourages you to elaborate.

“i’m socially awkward, i don’t really get along well with people outside of my friend group, i have a bad attitude, and there is a line of pretty girls who would kill to go on a date with you.”

sunghoon finds your rambling rather cute, it’s not like he didn’t know any of this information already. the both of you coming from very different social status at school, while sunghoon was very social, popular and very much liked at school, girls lining up just to get a glimpse of him throughout the halls, you were quite opposite of him.

you were a loner aside from your two reoccurring friends he would see you at lunch with. you weren’t not like at school but nobody really knew who you were, always keeping to yourself. as for your bad monotonous attitude? he thought it was cute, knowing full well it was only because you weren’t the best at expressing yourself, always giving everybody the wrong impression or idea, which may have lead to some very offended students.

sunghoon likes you just the way you are, so it irks him just a bit to listen to you list all these, qualities you deem flaws, but he wouldn’t tell you that at least not yet, he rather tease you first. “well, i think you would be the prettiest girl in that line.”

even if it wasn’t the first time for sunghoon to call you “pretty,” or even “cute,” you could just never get used to it, he simply has a way of making you dig the sole of your right shoe into the glossy wooden floor of the gymnasium bashfully.

“i-i never said i was in that line.” sunghoon eyebrows quirk at that.

“i would like you to be though.” even as his confidence seems to deter, he presses on, wanting a proper answer from you, hopeful it was one that invoked a late night date, that ends with a stroll at the nearest park while eating ice cream, possibly holding your hand if you allow him to.

“is that a no to the date?” his question, has your down cast eyes shoot up suddenly just for them to look away just as quickly. sunghoon can’t seem to take his eyes off of you making you want to turn into a putty right in front of him.

“o-oh, i never said that either.” every time sunghoon ever held a conversation with you, it always seemed like a push and pull feeling. it left him confused many times but a part of him knew that’s just how you are, and honestly? he found it cute, you were cute, so he would willingly pull you as much as he could and would take as many pushes as you want to give.

“so, is that a yes then?” he grins at your lack of eye contact, cute.

“uh-maybe.” he chuckles at your response, it being so you. as much as he wants to press on for a definite answer, he doesn’t know the full extent of your limit. no matter just how much he would love to tease you to find out he doesn’t, as you pull a strand behind your hair, the red tips of your ear giving away your embarrassment.

he chuckles, reaching for the top of your head, before he could ruffle it into a mess, you flinch not used to the physical contact of a guy.

“oh, i’m sorry. i got a head of myself, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” sunghoon retracts his hand to his side. distress with the idea of making you uncomfortable unintentionally, he only wishes he could kick himself for his bad habit of not keeping his cool whenever you were around.

raising your clipboard to cover your tainted cheek, you shake your head, to make him understand he misunderstood your actions. the frown forming on his face, has you clearing your throat, and pulling down the clipboard to speak much more clearer than you have been doing this whole time.

“no, it’s not that-i guess you you can say-that perhaps you just make me just a bit nervous in a good way is all.”

sunghoon’s frown ebbs away, only to switch to a look of widen eyes, and disbelieve at your clear confession. “oh.”

“why are you smiling at me like that?” you ask his looked of disbelieve turns to another of happiness, as if he had hit the jackpot, and in his world he did.

“cause you just told me i make you nervous.” well not that he didn’t know, if he wasn’t so sure he would have thought you were either nervous all the time, or simply emotionless, but you confirming that his presence made you nervous in a “good way” as you said, he was first pumping the air in his head.

“is it that shocking?” you asked out loud, more to yourself really.

he didn’t respond to your question either way. opting out to make a deal with you instead, evident that this conversation would see no end. no matter that he just wants to talk to you for the remainder of the hour, he couldn’t. if coach catches him slacking, sunghoon would be running endless lap around the the school til he saw fit, especially as team captain.

“how about we make a deal? if my team wins the mock game by 5 points difference, you’ll let me take you on a date.”

you didn’t have to consider much, but you firmly believe in his capability to score more as team manager. “if you score a difference of 10 i’ll go on a date with you.”

“you must really not want to go on a date with me, uh?” he jokingly asks.

“no, i just have faith in your abilities to beat them with a 10 point difference.”

“okay, a 10 point difference, and i also get to hold your hand after practice, it’s only fair if we both add something, no?”

sure it was fair, but now you were blushing again. “okay, deal.”

“perfect,” just before he could turns to go back to his team, he speaks again, “just so you know, i’m not going easy on them.”

“well, as team manager i would be upset if you did.”

with a beaming smile he directs at you, he reaches over your head once again unconsciously, still out of bad habit thought this time you don’t flinch away as he ruffles your hair.

you were unsure who was more nervous leaving the gymnasium, but as you walk hand in hand with sunghoon, he blames practice for his sweaty palms even after he had taken his shower. Though truthfully, he thinks it might just be too early to tell you just how nervous you make him feel, he still has to take you on a date first!

SCOREBOARD: 30/15

[mochacoda]

[teaser] night d(r)ive | yjh

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x GN!Reader

Synopsis: As a close friend of the most sought-after man on campus, you’d like to think that you know Jeonghan well enough to predict his thoughts on romance and his territoriality over ramen. (Spoiler: You don't.)

Content: Angst, Fluff, Comfort | Friends to Lovers | College AU

Tags: short hair jeonghan, extreme pining, liking ramen as a plot device, crying, being losers for each other, insecure reader, lots of konglish w/ translations, overly indulgent kissing, no "y/n,” this is for everyone who voted jeonghan in the poll <3

Word Count: 5K (full)

Release Date: February 9 -> RELEASED HERE

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You‘d like to think that you know Yoon Jeonghan well. Surely, you do! Over the years, you‘ve come across—and committed to memory—dozens, if not hundreds, of his little oddities. You’ve witnessed his personality change with the length of his hair, and learned the hard way that cheating at card games is like second nature to him. At this point, you can recite more information about his pet rock than ramen, which is somewhat terrifying if you dwell on it for too long, considering that ramen is your favorite food. 

But despite his chaotic personality, you also know that he’s incredibly smart, having sat next to him in countless college lectures and trivia events. 

Honestly, it can’t possibly be a stretch to say that you know the man too well, can't it? And at times, it feels a bit unfair that you can only reply, “oh, I know him,” when people fleetingly mention him in conversation. It hurts that you can’t clarify that you know him—that you can’t ramble on about how he made the stupidest joke to make you laugh when you were upset about your most recent midterm, or handmade you the sweetest present for your birthday, or let you choose your favorite film for movie night for the third time in a row—because no one wants to nor needs to hear about it.

But, unfortunately, that’s all you can think about these days. 

Because, unfortunately, Yoon Jeonghan is simultaneously the funniest, weirdest, kindest, and most devastatingly handsome man you’ve ever met. 

Yoon Jeonghan is the kind of guy who would drive 40 minutes out of his way just to pick you up, but also wouldn’t yield the last ramen at the local convenience store to you. Though he gives into his internal demands for petty possessiveness quite often, he cares deeply for his friends. 

He’s also the kind of guy people are quick to fall for, only to get crushed by his nonchalant but somewhat firm indifference for dating. You’ve witnessed him casually turn down far too many objectively gorgeous and incredibly intelligent people, which has convinced you that his standards are impossibly high. And if you were honest with yourself, based on the people he’d already rejected, it would be laughable for you to even think about confessing to him.

And so, as a close friend of the most sought-after man on campus, you’d like to think you know Jeonghan well enough to predict his thoughts on romance and his territoriality over ramen.

In fact, you’re sure about the ramen issue, because you’re witnessing it happen right now.

You’re staring at his smirking face in the instant food aisle of the convenience store, both of you gripping the last Neoguri cup like it’s a trophy.

“You gotta learn patience,” Jeonghan tuts, his lips upturned infuriatingly at one corner. 

“No, you should learn patience. 손 빼, [Take your hand off,]” you demand, grasping the cup tighter.

“싫은데? [Don’t wanna,]” he says in a sing-song voice, raising his chin in defiance.

The ramen cup creaks slightly under the pressure of your combined grip, and a terrible thought forms in your head. Your hand is sandwiched between his hand and the cup, making you feel the heat radiating from his body. It’s something you’re afraid you could get used to. 

You narrow your eyes, targeting his ridiculous, perfect lazy smile. “Take it off while I’m being nice.”

“Nah,” he replies immediately, smiling wider, his tongue sliding to the right. 

Your heart lurches at the sight. 

“치사하게 진짜 이럴 거야? [You’re so petty, are you really going to be like this?]” You chew on your bottom lip, eyes flitting between his face and his hand. 

Jeonghan tilts his head slightly, his dark eyes sharp and steady on yours. He’s not really looking at the ramen anymore, and the intensity of his gaze makes your cheeks feel like they’re on fire.

“내가 여기서 이 옷을 입고 있는데, [I’m wearing these clothes here,]” he says, using his free hand to pinch the fabric of the expensive suit he always wears at his internship. “굳이 라면 하나 때문에 나랑 싸운다고? 그냥 빨리 가자, 음? [You’re really gonna fight with me over just one ramen cup? Let’s just go now, hmm?]”

You press your lips together and jut your chin in defiance. 

He sighs dramatically, shaking his head. His shaggy, dark hair flows with it, and you can’t help but think that he looks princely like this, standing in the middle of this convenience store with his stupidly gorgeous face, and that dumb suit and tie. 

“양보해. [Give it up.] I’ll give you whatever you want,” he says, his voice dipping lower. It feels less like an offer and more like a taunt, a challenge. His tone sends a small shiver through you, and for a second, you’re not sure if he’s teasing or serious.

You have to take a slow, deep breath to calm yourself down before even considering what to say next. You’re grateful for the ride (and his company), of course, but that doesn’t mean he can steal your rightful claim under your nose, in the same casual manner he has when letting one of his fans down. 

You’ve always given into him. Because he means everything to you, of course. 

But you’ve had enough of letting him have his way so easily, not with your precious ramen at risk.

You boldly step closer to him, cutting the distance between the two of you in half. You’re close enough to see your reflection in his eyes, now. 

“I’m not letting go.” You firmly shake your head. You wouldn’t let him win this time. “I don’t want anything but this,” you add, stubbornly.

Tugging hard, you try to pull the cup toward you, but it frustratingly remains stuck on the shelf between the two of you. Looking back up, you see that he isn’t even straining to keep the ramen in place! You frown, wondering when your best friend got so strong.

He leans in just a fraction closer. “Keep trying,” he murmurs, and he’s so close that you can feel his warm breath tickling your face. 

The world narrows to Jeonghan, and the faint scent of the cologne he only wears on weekends. It’s dizzying.

“야아아! [Hey!] I was here first!” you weakly defend, voice embarrassingly squeaky.

And then Jeonghan does something that completely short-circuits your brain.

His free hand lifts and brushes your hair away to your back, before resting on the divot between your neck and collarbone, where his thumb caresses the side of your neck. Feather-light, his touch is gentle, and his fingers are impossibly warm, a stark contrast to this slightly chilly convenience store. You just about choke on your surprise, your heart kicking into overdrive at the sheer intimacy of the gesture. 

God, how is it that you never get a rest day with Jeonghan? How is it that he’s always flirting, always disregarding the boundaries of platonic and romantic love, always making you confused? And how is it that you just let it happen, that you just take whatever affection he gives you? How is it that you’re drawn into his dangerous touch, like a moth to a flame? Except that analogy doesn’t really work, because at least moths don’t know that they’re in danger when they reach fire—you know what you’re getting into, and you know all too well that Jeonghan will never be yours. 

“Please?” he whispers.

Your breath hitches, suddenly aware that even for your overly-touchy friend, this level of skinship is extreme. 

Does he know? Has he found out that you’re in love with him, that you’ve been keeping this ungodly secret from him for far too long? Does he know that every time he lets someone down, that every time he complains to you about people confessing and crying over him, you give him superficial laughs as you swallow your own feelings? 

Does he know that you feel like sinking into the ground every time he entertains a random girl flirting with him, and that every time he crosses boundaries with you, it hammers in the fact that he thinks you’re a joke? 

Does he know that you’ve spent over a year trying to convince yourself that you don’t have feelings for him, only to fail miserably, because there is no such thing as cutting Yoon Jeonghan out of your life, because he makes you feel so, so alive? 

He must know. He must be making fun of you, now.

Your eyes widen, frantically searching his face for an ounce of malice. And you expect to see the look he always has when shredding the hearts of the brave people who confess to him, the face he makes when he casually tells someone that he doesn’t feel the same way. You expect to see an almost-cruel, blank stare paired with apologetic lips pressed together. 

You expect him to crush your heart. 

But instead, he’s staring at you with a gaze so, so, very soft, you wonder if you’ve hallucinated it. Shining eyes, raised eyebrows, mouth parted—he looks devastatingly beautiful.

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Author's Note: now RELEASED HERE for all the singles who need a big literary hug this valentines week

Disclaimer: nothing i write is representative of how svt acts off camera, take their names as stand-ins for oc's!!

Taglist: @syluslittlecrows - @junplusone

[acupofinkedblood]

Egobworder x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Knights in shining armor, what a typical concept of what people usually fantasize about when it comes to such romantic matters like those cliché instant novel. No need to be ashamed, we have all been there, it’s a classic one after all. Love songs and various different types of artwork have all tricked us into believing in knights in shining armor, such idealized man who comes to the rescue of a damsel in distress, the perfect protector who values chivalry in qualities expected of an ideal knight, especially courage, honor, courtesy, justice, and a readiness to help the weak. On theory, it sounds idyllic, isn’t it? And hey, you did achieve your dream of having someone like that in your life! But then again, when you look at the so-called ‘knight in shining armor’ of yours compared to the one in your mind? Well, let’s just say that Egobworder isn’t the typical Prince Charming that you were hoping for

• You’re pretty much used to the traditional type of knight on a white charger. Yeah, those guys who are full of sophisticated poetry and have quite the honor of the name they carry. But this guy? Egobworder? You think he is going to be like that Romeo to your Juliet, who is going to sing sweet nothings into your ears below your balcony in the middle of the night? If that’s what you have in mine, then let me hold your hands while breaking the news to you: You’re at the wrong address honey. Did you forget who is he originally? Yeah, even in this current circumstance, that specific trait of his isn’t going to hasta la bye bye anytime soon. He is technically still Skateboard, but more sophisticatedly fancier - that’s the best way for one to describe him

• Egobworder isn’t your daily stereotype of such fancy gentlemen on a lovely horse going all out to devote his entire life just to do good deeds with a people-pleasing attitude, oh no no, let’s just say that he has more than just that. That’s the head start for you to know. You have to remember that at the end of the day, the formulation of this dude right here is still the original Skateboard that you once knew. Yes, he’s still that laid-back and reckless skateboarder, but that’s deep inside, maybe a bit toned down yet it’s still there - you get the point of what I’m trying to say. Other than that he’s still managed to swoon your heart with that sweet tongue alongside with that charismatic demeanor of his

• How did you even meet him? The answer is simple: Egobworder has a free spirit with nothing to bound him back in one place for the rest of his life. His heart yearns for adventures, and so he shall fulfill it. Locating this man is actually quite the hassle since he insisting on following the calls of the abyss to nowhere. Rambling nonstop about this whole ‘adventure calls’ and how it’s important for him to charge forward to serve his purpose, which he doesn’t even tell you what is it clearly. One moment he is here, then the next moment he is already planning to leave after whatever he claims as his business has been finished. When you cross path with him, I mean it when I say this is quite the once in a blue moon type of event. It can be quite the random meetup, or it can be quiet the rendezvous that you have been calculating your eyes out just because of him. Nonetheless, the best advice one can give you is to seize the moment before he disappears into the unknown again

• Thankfully, Egobworder isn’t a loner. He has been traveling alone for who knows since when, but that doesn’t mean he is against the idea of having a companion by his side. If he did, then why would he offer you to become his partner out of the blue? All those years of traveling alone can get pretty boring when you have gotten used to it. Besides, with how much of a yapper he is, he needs someone to accompany him and his words aside from this idle sword. It’s pretty funny how people give him the look when he starts talking to himself with no audience, so guess that he does yearn for someone to join him. You can call him foolish when he just offers you, a stranger who he knows nothing about — or at least you thought so — to come and accompany him. But hey, you only live once, he has nothing to lose after all. Besides, how can you even say no to that mischievous yet all-knowing grin?

• When you agree to his request of becoming his companion, be ready to bid your old life a farewell because you’re about to see a whole new world when being with him. The goal of his journey is pretty unclear, it makes you wonder if he even has a goal in mind at the first place when starts traveling around. Egobworder is like a self-proclaimed Robin Hood - for the lack of better titles to associate him with, he goes wherever he feels like his presence is required. Although technically he is pretty sporadic, so it’s hard to grasp his character within a trait. Now that he has you by his side, maybe you can help him navigate through the journey properly so he won’t get lost on a daily basis again. He will take you to see the new world which you have never imagined before, and it’s a worthy experience, prepare yourself to be surprised with the miracle of life that you have missed for so long

• Egobworder is pretty ambitious himself. He charges forward with no string to bound him, always hungry for adventures and the thrilling adrenaline rush it comes with. Neophiliac isn’t the worth I’d use to call him as — but nonetheless, it’s somewhat accurate to a certain point — he only pursues things that he likes after all, no matter old or new, impossible or possible. Well, for Egobworder, he is rather venturesome. If he wishes to achieve something, he will go all out for it. Does this apply for all of his escapades? Maybe. Does this apply for his attempt to court you? Oh absolutely. But where’s the fun in saying it directly in front of your face? You already know how much he enjoys the chase of something — which in this case, it’s you — so he will try and win your heart without making it looks like it’s his intention. Damn him and his odd way of thinking. Then again, that’s what you have signed up for after all

• Charismatic is definitely a suitable choice of word to describe Egobworder. That smile, that gesture, that irresistible charm of something so vexatious yet so endearing at the same time - gosh, calling him a smooth operator is pretty accurate because of how much of an attraction he is. And damn does he take the ‘ego’ part of his name seriously, because giving this man attention is like feeding his ego a five star course meal. He has people wrapped around his finger with the perfect combination of a rascal and a gentleman within the same body. That is a dangerous fusion, I’ll give you that. One thing for sure is that it definitely amuses him if you get jealous of the people who are swooned by him. To Egobworder, he doesn’t mind them, what catches his eyes however is you and your response to said people. It’s a bit funny when you get all fussy about him being a chick magnet. He will reassure you that he only has his gaze upon his partner, but of course, it feels like he is teasing the heck out of you at the same time

• This man has a sweet tongue, and you probably see this coming at this point. Egobworder is blessed with the ability to swoon people with his words just for the fun of it. How can one even stay nonchalant with such sweet nothings from someone like him? Word is a powerful weapon. And of course, Egobworder is aware of it. He takes it as an advantage for his own gain, usually to keep his head on his neck before looking over for violence as an alternative solution. No, he isn’t against using violence. But there’s a saying ‘When word is useless, then violence shall be the answer’, so at least he has to try to use words first after all. It will save you two a great deal of effort. He knows how to find the possible persuasion to save the two of you out of a tough situation. He knows how to strike a good bargain when buying the necessities for your adventures. And most importantly, he knows how to convince someone to see the logical side in his plan no matter how absurd it sounds. Yeah, the ‘someone’ in saying is you. No matter how dumb his plan sounds, he always finds the right words to get you to agree with him

• That is to say that it’s undebatable about him being a huge flirt. Flirtatious banters are one of his favorite things to do with you. Most of the time he will keep it simple with intimate gestures out of the blue, but when he feels like he wants a serving of trouble since it’s what he is formed by at the end of the day, then that’s when he attacks with verbal affection right into your heart with no warning. Compliments coming from him is easy to foresee already, but with a questionable frequency to the point that you feel like he doesn’t spare you a moment to breathe at all? Yeah, you have to mentally prepare yourself for that because the way he does it is so unexpected just like his default tendencies. Whenever he feels like he wants to see you flustered, he means it when he says he is going to praise you heaven and back. It’s nothing too dumbfounded when he suddenly corners you against a solid surface then proceeds to give your heart an insane race all over again. You already know this guy - he is full of surprises

• Damn this guy with his mouth alongside his actions, one did mention how he isn’t going for those traditional stereotypes of those cliche knight in shining armor, and that makes him unique compared to those old-fashioned fairytale heroes. But then again, his flirtatious attempt is definitely bold — hell, it can even be described as foul if you may — and he isn’t shy away from it at all. If you think he is just a playful dork, then you’re an absolute idiot and I mean this in the most lovingly respectful way possible because surprise surprise, he manages to fool you into thinking that. I beg of you, don’t fall for it so easily. He is the type of guy whose touch will linger in that vulnerable spot of your body with a straight face while telling the things which he’d love to do to you with great pleasure. And good luck wiping that cocky grin off his face because he will act oblivious when you ask him to repeat what he just told you

• There are probably times when you have to physically shove him away when he suddenly thinks it was a good idea to whisper those suggestive things that belongs behind a closed bedroom’s door into your ears while you were minding your own business. And to make it worse, he is definitely not going to shy out even when you two are out there in front of other people. He does it not just for the thrill, but to get your attention from whatever you’re doing at the moment to him instead as well. Two birds with one stone, it’s still a win for him. Even when you’re talking with someone longer than he likes, that isn’t going to stop him from keeping his voice low enough for only you to hear. At least now he has your attention, not them. Is he petty? The answer is yes. But a slap or two on his helmet absolutely worths everything he says. He is impossible, and you know it well enough due to how long you two have been traveling together. Yet you can’t help but love it as much as it annoys you, no?

• He will definitely invite you to stand on his flying sword then charge forward just for the laugh of the situation. One thing for sure is that he will be a huge tease about it, or in a more casual way of saying it— yeah he will be an absolute dick during the entire ride, especially in the few first attempts of you two flying together. Egobworder will pretend that he has lost control over the sword because of how he claims that he isn’t used to flying with another person before, then will fake a chaotic landing which he accidentally drops you, just to fly downward and hold you in his arms gracefully like you weight a feather in his embrace. Yeah it’s absolutely valid for you to be upset with him afterwards. Don’t worry, it’s only one time, next time he promises that he will pull no stunt for your sake. But still, kick his ass, let it be a warning to that guy to never do that again

• Speaking of that, his sword technically isn’t the best type of transportation that can carry two people at the same time since it can be a bit cramped. Not that he mind though, but for the sake if your comfort, it’s up to you really. Unless you’re fine with standing in front of him with both of his hands holding your waist with a firm grip to keep you safe while flying while he is dangerously close to you, then you probably need a horse, or anything else that can help you to move around. It’s your choice whether you want to go with really. Fair warning though, good luck finding a horse that is fast enough to catch up with Egobworder at a decent price. But if you don’t want to get another vehicle to travel, feel free to stand in front of him on his sword anytime you want

• It’s clear as day at how he can be quite an asshole too. That previous mentions of him and his damn random urge are just a few honorable mentions, because there are still more of it, and they just get even more questionable from time to time. One time he deadass asked you if you want to share this drink of a funny-suspicious-looking potion he found in the random treasure chest with him, and when you figured that it was a shrink potion, you almost straggled him right there and right now if he didn’t start to run away. Okay, that can be count as an accident. But that time when you strayed away from the original plan and was captured in a hanging cell? What did he do? He took his sweet time laughing at you while beating the guards up. Even when he had the keys, he still insisted on making you beg for it just so he could get a good laugh out of the situation

• Yet despite all of that, you can’t deny that he genuinely cares about you. He just got a funny way of showing it. Maybe that’s just how he is, you should have known better than assuming that facade of him as who he actually is. Trust me when I say this, no matter how ridiculous his scheme can be, Egobworder holds you dear close to his heart. As much as it’s funny as hell when he pokes fun at you lightheartedly, he will immediately stop when he knows that you’re uncomfortable with it just by looking at the change in your usual expression. Who is it that carries you in such firm embrace when you have fallen ill to seek around for a medic? Who is it that has your back if not almost all of the time so he can protect you? Who is it that risk breaking his own favorite flying sword just to save you in the nick of time? You already know the answer, don’t you? Egobworder does it all for you because he actually cares for you more than anything else

• Don’t let that asshole fool you with that easy-going persona, he can actually be pretty protective of you whenever the times come. After all, you’re his partner — both in traveling and romantic senses, he puts those two together since it does makes sense, get it? Partner and partner romantically? — it’s his responsibility to look after you and to make sure that you’re safe with your head attached to your neck. He loves messing around with you, sure, but if other does that? Not on his watch. No one messes with his partner but him. And if they can’t take a hint to leave you out of the conversation, then he will just pick you up, throw you onto his shoulder like a potato sack then fly away immediately after throw the unfortunate dumbass into the well with one hand only. You do remember that he’s still strong as hell, right? It’s important that you keep it in mind, because you’re the brain and he’s the brawn in this dynamic

• That is to say, he can be a romantic partner when he feels like it. It’s not too obviously different from his other playful tease though, because unexpectedly, he knows how to get embarrassed too when he has to admit that it’s something more than just an ordinary flirt he just throws at you. Other than those chaotic jabs, he does have his serious intimate moments with you when the time comes. The most noticeable change is that he seems to be quieter than when he is being a nuisance just to get a reaction out from you. He doesn’t use his words much anymore, though his touch starts to linger on your hand, reluctant to let go before has the courage to hold onto to it. Another thing is that he will pull out unpredicted things that will catch you off guard. Like that time when he was resting close to you at your camp then decided to plug a flower nearby and put it in your pocket. Or when he began to twirl you around gently under the moonlight asking for a slow dance. What’s actually in this guy’s mind? Well, we might never know

• During the time you two travel together, he will tell you all of the tales about his past adventures. It will certainly amaze you, hearing just how much had he accomplished before meeting you. He will tell you stories of those faraway land which are full of jaw-dropping scenery, those bloodshed he has to deal with for the sake of the people he wants to protect, those exotic creatures that can only be imagined by slumbering into the dreamland, and so on. It’s marvelous, and he definitely has the voice of the storyteller, if you know what I mean. And well, he might exaggerate a few parts of it just for dramatic effect, claiming that he should have had his own epics by now so everyone can hear about ‘the tales of the almighty and handsome Egobworder’ — his words, not mine — heck, his pride is definitely something else. But hey, most of it is accurate to what exactly happened, he isn’t just pulling your leg by making things up on spot. If you want to, he can definitely schedule a plan for the future to revisit where he used to go through, aside from those where he has to hide his face because of not-so-legal things, of course

• He had his worries too. Egobworder just doesn’t like to show it to people around him, especially you. And hell, he did a great job hiding it all behind a cheeky smile. Egobworder doesn’t want to regret any decision he made, but sometimes he can’t help beating himself up in his mind when thinking of what if instead of doing this, he could have done that for the better. He carries his thoughts by himself because that’s what he is used too. And don’t get me started on how he would probably bite his own tongue rather than burden you with his nonsense. He is worried about fate, worried about himself, worried about the consequences of his potential flaw and of course, worried about you. It takes time for you to actually break down the towel of walls he has built up around his concern. And yes, please be patient with him. It’s not like he doesn’t want you to help, but he isn’t used to being helped. But once he learned to do so, he would show you just how much he appreciated you

• For someone like him, companionship worths much more than any promised treasure he could even imagine. He doesn’t get attached easily based on how open-minded he is when it comes to exploring the world, but guess that you have managed to become his exception. At first he simply thinks of you as someone who fate has led him to so that you shall become his partner, the one that will share his burdens and join him in laughters. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet when he looks at you now, why does he feel his heartbeat quickened? Just from the sight of you? Heck, Egobworder used to think that he would never be the type to settle down, he is too wild for that. And then you just have to hop into the picture to prove him wrong. Ironically, he adores it. He adores you, romantically

• The bound between the two of you is deep enough for you two to understand each other without a word spoken. You know that he looks at you with the same love you carry in your eyes ever since you lay your eyes on him. It takes time before it starts to hit him like a pillow of rose being shoved into his face, yet he isn’t against it. At first he would reconsider his own feelings properly, just to realize he has already seen you as something more than just ‘companion’. Your love is reciprocated before he even acknowledges it. Good lord, it makes him feel like an idiot. Though when he looks into your eyes, suddenly everything is fine again. Give him a good while to choose his words before have the serious talk with you about how he feels, it will be worth it, I promise

• You aren’t just a random partner he decides to scoff up out of nowhere to stay by his side through these endless adventures, you are more than just that. More than just a normal companion - you are his beloved treasure. All those time he has spent with you, it makes him feel like he has known you for an eternity. You give him that familiar warmth which he thought that he would have forgotten it by now with how much he paced around from here to there. As corny as it might sound, but you have become the home where his heart rests. He doesn’t say it often in serious manner, but Egobworder loves you. He really does, don’t think that he isn’t capable of staying faithful to his sweetheart, you will be surprised if that is what you had in mind. Jokes aside, you aren’t just a wonderful experience of which he has the pleasure to bound with, you are his everything. And he will thank the stars and whoever above for blessing him with the presence of you, his upmost precious treasure

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: For the dear customer who requested him, in all due respect, please count your days because I physically have to dwell into my mind to give him a proper personality (ﾟ∀ﾟ) Jokingly of course, but damn this one is definitely tough-

Note 2: Consider this my red envelope to you, dearest customers!

[midnightsnyx]

Quinn Hughes - meet cute

pairing: quinn hughes x reader

requested: yes / no

a/n: it’s super late but I hope you like it anyways! requests are open & here is the link for my writing guide

word count: 750 words

You’ll admit, it isn’t exactly your most dignified moment, sitting on the dirty floor with your arm stuck in the vending machine but you were sure you’d be able to reach the bag of chips if you just reached in. Instead, you look like an idiot who didn’t think before you did it. It’s late and you know most people have left the roller skating rink at this point, including your friends who you brushed off when they offered to come with you while you grabbed a snack before you left.

So, you’re sitting on the floor waiting for someone to walk by because your phone died before you could call anyone. It’s been over twenty minutes and your arm is starting to feel a bit numb when you hear someone. You stretch as far as you can to see who it is, hopefully security or maintenance, but it’s a group of guys. They look familiar and you can’t quite put your finger on it but it’s the last thing on your mind at this point because you can’t feel your fingertips.

They’re laughing about something and clearly haven’t noticed you yet which is why one of them nearly trips over you. He catches himself from falling and looks down at you in surprise.

“Oh shit,” he says with wide eyes. “Are you okay?”

You gesture to your trapped arm. “No.”

Normally, you’d feel bad for being so short with someone but you were hoping for someone who could help you with your current situation and these three don’t look like they’ll be very helpful.

“How’d you get your arm stuck in there?” One of them asks curiously, kneeling down next to you and peering inside where your arm is.

You can feel your cheeks heating up and embarrassment takes over. They’re all cute, but the one kneeling next to you catches your eye.

“I was trying to reach the chips when they got stuck,” you mumble and he presses his lips together like he’s trying not to smile. He clears his throat when you scowl at him, and he looks back at your arm.

“I think we can get it out,” he murmurs, reaching his hand in and gripping your arm. He gently twists your wrist and pulls on your arm and it comes out easily.

You shake your arm until feeling starts to return before looking at him. He’s still kneeling next to you and watching for your reaction.

“Thanks,” you eventually say, standing up and he quickly scrambles to his feet.

“I’m Quinn,” he says and offers his hand. You shake it and tell him your name before looking at the two other guys standing behind him. He must notice your attention is elsewhere because he glances at them. “That’s Jack and Luke.”

It suddenly clicks why they look so familiar.

The Hughes brothers.

“Um, I was gonna grab something to eat at the diner across the road, if you wanted to come with,” he says and Luke mumbles, “you were?”

You don’t miss Jack stepping on Luke’s foot, and you cough to cover a laugh.

“Sure,” you tell him and his face lights up.

“Awesome,” he says, trying to play it cool but his brothers are grinning at him like fools.

“Catch you back at the apartment Quinn,” Jack says, already walking away and pulling Luke with him.

You can hear Luke mumbling, “I didn’t know he was going out. He didn’t even ask us.”

. . .

It’s a 24 hour diner and your phone is dead so you don’t realize how fast the time is going until Quinn looks at his phone and swears under his breath.

“I’ve got practice at 8,” he says and shows you the time.

2:38am

Then he pauses, and looks at you.

“I’m a hockey player,” he explains and you realize that he doesn’t think that you know who he is.

“I know,” you tell him and he pauses again before: “you should come to a game sometime. I mean, y’know if you want to. No pressure. Since we just met.”

And as endearing as his rambling is, you decide to put him out of his misery.

“I’d like that,” you tell him. “Just send me the time and place.”

. . .

He ended up scoring 3 goals and 2 assists that game. When he points to you after his third goal, and he mouths “that one was for you”, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe this can go somewhere.

[winteryreads]

Hi, airi!!! I hope this day is treating you well! I've read one of your recent rambles and the event you mentioned in your tags really caught my attention! So I clicked your profile to read it, and now I have this urge to participate! The event excites me hehe (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) (I've also noticed that we're already mutuals!) Anyway, may I request Phainon with library au? Where they read the same book that no one else reads— like Phainon visits the library and reads the book in the morning while the reader goes and reads the same book in the afternoon. The reader leaves a bookmark since they often forget which page they stop, and Phainon, surprised to see someone else reading the book, leaves a folded note of his message where the reader placed their bookmark! (This took me a while because I hesitated LMAO, I'm not used to sending a request— I'm too shy for this but I gathered up the courage anw! (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠))

bookish fiend- phainon x reader (library au!)

warnings: none! 

word count: 489 (i just have a knack for writing things shorter than i imagine them!) XD

author’s note: Seraphie, thank you so much for participating, so glad this event interested and excited you! Phainon strikes me as a fantasy reader in order to escape (all of the stuff he went through. could make a whole rant about it haha!), if that makes sense! this is short, sweet, and to the point; hopefully you don’t mind! hope you enjoy! <3

book n’ dash event 

tagging: @sillyseraphie + @m1ckeyb3rry (it’s phainon, you love this guy!)

the local library was the best; it was quiet, peaceful, serene— it just had all the best qualities. you could work efficiently there and it was like working and being productive was worth something. but anytime you weren’t preoccupied with studying or working on a new project for your college classes, you were reading a book called sea and the lily- a tale about a girl who finds a magical lily flower and goes all across the world in order to find out more about this magical flower. it’s a bit of a younger read, but it was one of your favorite books growing up; it was just so nostalgic. after a particularly grueling study session, you went up to the librarian and asked for the book- she always kept it at her desk when she knew you were coming to the library. she handed the book to you and you sat in your usual spot and just went to town reading. after about an hour and a half of reading, you decide to call it quits for the day- you’ll finish the book next time you come back. you place a bookmark in the book and walk up to the librarian’s desk. she smiles upon seeing you and mutters a quick “thank you” before you turn around and grab your things and leave the library.

Phainon walks in the library, 8:30pm on the dot, every Thursday. he walks to the librarian’s desk and asks for a copy of sea and the lily and the librarian hands him the copy you had been reading, whoops. oh well, he would just flip to where he left off and—

wait. there’s a bookmark in here! this isn’t the normal copy Miss Kayama gives to me, Phainon thinks.

“I wonder who’s reading this…”

and then he moves to a desk and slips out a piece of paper from a folder, rips it so the piece is smaller, and starts writing. but as his pencil reaches closer to the paper, his mind goes blank. shit, what do i even say? he thought. and then before he realized it, his pencil found the paper and began writing: 

dear stranger, 

if you’re reading this, then that means we’re reading the same book at the same time. if possible, would you like to meet here next friday afternoon? it’s the first day after finals and would like to meet you and discuss the book in more detail! 

-your new book buddy, P.

and when you showed up to the library that fateful friday afternoon, something in your gut told you this was the right thing to do. plus the guy you were seeing in front of you was really cute, what a nice bonus! 

“I’m Phainon, nice to meet you! let’s talk about sea and the lily, shall we?” 

a cute guy who liked your favorite childhood fantasy really seemed like a dream come true. 

©2025 strawbairicake. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

[yourpeculiarfriend]

Hey,so,I’m writing a pla fic right now and I have no idea how to write adaman.pls help,

Ooh! I haven’t written for him in a while but I’ll try my best to give some advice! I might ramble a bit lol;;

Of course it depends what kind of fic you’re writing, but what I usually do when I write a character is go straight to their wiki page just to get the brief summary of them. This jogs my memory and gives me an understanding of roughly what they may sound like.

For example:

This is already a strong starting point to bounce off of. From here you can really just break him down to his traits and work from there.

While we never explicitly got the internal thoughts of Adaman in game, something I love about fanfiction is that you can use what you know to infer more about that. He’s a leader, but he’s impatient, he’s on the younger side, and he still has much to learn. His entire clan is like a family. There are times where he doesn’t feel taken seriously because of this, but you can still tell he has a position of authority. That’s what makes all of their dynamics so fun. Everyone in that clan, in some way is like a sibling to him. Even Akari and Rei are like his younger siblings in a sense. So obviously their dynamic is gonna be different than how he would act around Kamado or Laventon.

For dialogue - another thing I really love is that Bulbapedia has a quotes section for most, if not, all of the characters in games. Adaman is not an exception to this. When I write him I constantly come back to this section and read it.

Just from skimming I can remember key aspects of who he is. He’s a go-getter, he’s curious, he reflects on things a lot, and of course, he’s always got time on his mind.

What makes him so lovable to me is that he also has little quirks, which add so much. He can’t play the Celestica flute, he wants to learn how to cook, and it’s implied he’s had his Pokémon since he was young. But he’s not perfect. He can still be stubborn and jump into things. (He’s also a yapper! This man talks sooo much lmao!!)

I’ve spent an unhealthy amount of time taking notes of every little aspect of this man and I’ll be so glad if any of this has been helpful ajevjebe. Point is, there’s quite a few things to work with when it comes to him, which is really great. I’d love to read your fic if you post it anywhere!

[justwriting]

THK Episode 2 Rambling Thoughts

Still obsessed with this show. All four boys have firmly established their characters, which continues to fascinate me.

Some stuffs that strike me as I watched the episode for the 4th time 😂….

1) Bison and Fadel’s opening scene - Bison is suffering from burnout while Fadel is exhausted (with everything).

Bison being more careless with the job? - not only it is a sign he is getting distracted by Kant but also signalling to Fadel he no longer cares about what could happen if they get caught (and I’m sure this will bite them back in the future). We already see glimpses of it - the police are suspicious of them, which means they have already been making mistakes.

Fadel’s world (at present) consists of his brother, his one reprieved as a cook and assassin. He seems depressed and apathetic to everything else. So, when Bison calling him out saying he has “no heart” - it’s a reflection of Fadel’s emotional state. Luckily we have Style starting to shake his world.

2) Kant and Bison tug and war continues to be intriguing

I have no doubt they are attracted to each other. However, Bison despite his naivety (in some ways) is smart enough to be wary of Kant’s motive. You don’t get to be an assassin (plus having an older brother that keeps harping you to be careful) and not be somehow paranoid. So, while he allows Kant to court him (if you will), Bison still keeps Kant in arm’s length.

It’s fascinating to see Kant’s suave mask breakthrough time and time again each time he is denied by Bison. Must be a hit on his ego. And oh, what a nice surprised to see him being calculated - hiring Tawan, knowingly turning late to his date with Bison and then acting all possessive of Bison.

But it was only after Kant did the dance number with Bison that the latter thawed a little bit - giving him those sweet pecks on Kant’s cheek and lips (when previously he denied all attempts by Kant).

Speaking of which, the dance routine is cute and cheesy but has several hidden contexts - our boys matching each other moves? - tells me they are quite equal in their power balance here (even if at present Kant has the upper end because Bison doesn’t know the former is aware of his other occupation). And those lyrics!!! - it reflects the Bison state of mind - he doesn’t fully trust Kant (yet).

Either way, the sneak peak we have from ep 3 tells me the tug/war power balance will continue to occur and I’m looking forward to it

3) Style and Bison conversation in the burger joint is also interesting to me.

Style immediately clocking that Bison is Kant’s type. Bison giving his blessing for Style to pursue Fadel (and in fact wants Style to fall in love with Fadel, if possible) tells me Bison does care for his brother deeply. Similarly, Bison’s admission to Kant he allowed Style to pursue his brother because he wants Fadel to live a little (and the aim of Fadel being distracted was just a bonus).

It’s also the point where Style realised how to get under Fadel’s shield of armour. Bison hinting on Fadel’s nature gave Style the ability to know what he needed to do beyond just annoying Fadel to submission.

And since Style (out of all four of them) who actully has zero idea whatsoever of the situation - his actions towards Fadel is his genuine attempt to help Kant (what a good bestie 😂).

4) Which brings me to Style and Fadel relationship. Yes, Style is boisterous and shameless but he is also sharp and likeable, pretty much by everyone except for Fadel (soon to change!)

That’s why the sauna and locker scenes were great to watch. He realises Fadel despite his taciturn nature is attracted to him. Prior to the Bison/Style conversation, Style’s method of flirting with Fadel was more relentless badgering mixed with some cheeky revenge (he probably wasn’t thinking much of seducing the man, beyond just wanting to distract Fadel from noticing Bison/Kant interaction).

But soon after that, he shifted gear and lean on seducing Fadel with his look and body more (good on him).

And the ending scene of Fadel being angrily upset with himself cause he can’t help but be attracted to Style? - oh yes, that really reflects the turmoil in his mind.

Can’t wait to see how this unfolds in episode 3 😆

- also, I am intrigued by Bison decision to draw his brother’s daily activities rather than writing it down. It kinda tells me he is artistic and likely detailed orientated. The latter important for his job as an assassin while the former is what he really wants to pursue in his life.

[brokenmachinemusings]

hey guys i have to write a yce5 analysis for my art history class. so i’m talking about lighting in scenes here

sooooo. yeah if anyone is interested in the actual analysis it’ll be in german and beginner friendly, so nothing too complex as much as i would love to get into the particulars. this will have yingdu spoilers, specifically ep 4 & 5, but nothing too in depth other than what happens (unless i derail, which i tend to do). and i plan to translate the original essay into english, eventually, but that will be a while after. this will mostly be rambling, though.

we have 3 scenes i want to go into for this post. the other ones i might talk about in the future.

(originally had images here, but tumblr doesn’t allow for more than 10 images on mobile :’( might edit&reupload on desktop but it’s kind of a hassle)

all of the scenes take place in the hotel. well, the second one is simultaneously in a hotel and in the classroom, since it’s taking place at the same time. but we’ll shortly talk about each of them in a bit.

something you have to know is, i’m really lazy, so i’m not going to dig up any screenshots i don’t have, which mosty applies to ep 4 unless someone requests them (& i’ll edit this post then). that aside, let’s see why i think the colouring of each of these is so significant.

see, i really, really love this first scene. it’s striking yet comforting, still reminding you of the violent flames of the last episode — and gosh, what a spectacle they were. i might be wrong here, but i’m pretty sure this colour direction was introduced after yuki nakazawa joined the direction team for yingdu, which i find they did a really good job on. the shadows are direct and tall, casting themselves harshly on the floor and yet the light is still a comforting orange of a sunset. like i said, reminds of the flames last episode — how they’re still stuck in cheng xiaoshi’s mind. and they are recalling that moment, after all. it’s a deep point of connection for cheng xiaoshi and lu guang, with lu guang revealing his powers and them talking about it. the sunset, in my opinion, symbolizes some sort of ending. quite the foreshadowing for this episode. the perspectives only really support this, along with the many close ups of their faces.

there’s also this whole thing, with the homoerotic intonation. gosh, both scenes are in sunsets (one being earlier than the other, and the scenery being changed) and the halo is there and everything is framed in light. wow, i think cheng xiaoshi thinks lu guang is pretty! who would know, though. my brain trips over itself when i try to think too much about this, so i won’t.

then cheng xiaoshi dives in, and the sunset is over, leaving lu guang in the dark

listen, i think it’s nice that there’s this sort of separation — lu guang is left in the mysterious night, and his telepathic link breaks off for who-knows-what-reason other than “maybe it’s just a convenient plot device” and cheng xiaoshi is in the bright light of the classroom, later in the bright light of the teacher’s office. and that light, well, it breaks your heart.

not to mention, the way wang qing — or well, cheng xiaoshi, is framed in shadow from the sun while cheng weimin is framed in light by the window. what i find pretty interesting, though, is the design of the windows being all many lines — maybe based on the real world building. it kind of breaks it up, makes it feel like cheng weimin is… sectioned. maybe it’s just my creative juices, or my psychosis at this point, who the hell knows. remember when i wrote the vein had something to do with cheng xiaoshi theory? haha… ha. well, that’s old news. anyway, back on topic, i think it really highlights cheng xiaoshi’s emotional turmoil. and how being offered a hand, a connection between people — he sees it differently with lu guang, thinks about it constantly and puts their connection on equal foot, maybe even almost on a pedestal, while with cheng weimin, he’s already crouched below him. not to mention, the lighting here is just as harsh, which is find so intense and soul crushing. it’s not that cheng xiaoshi gave up on cheng weimin yet, but how seemingly little he cares about going back home to his son just to offer his guidance to other, older kids is just so… i don’t even know how to explain it in words.

and well, did i mention how they’re lit similarly in some contexts? like father like son, i suppose, except they are wildly different. i still find their similarities and differences crazy.

i already talked about cheng xiaoshi and lu guang being in night and day but i find it interesting how reinforced it is here. especially with how, well, seemingly open cheng xiaoshi is (not entirely. i find that him possessing wang qing gives a sort of detachment, and already makes it kind of like him keeping secrets — he has to, but shao yuanyuan was never that careless around her family). in contrast, i think the night highlights how soft lu guang is underneath, but you really have to grow to like it. it is scary at first, after all, maybe being a jab at being scared to make new friends. and since i mentioned, it’s mysterious and easy to hide things in it, i think it adds very well to lu guang’s whole… thing, you-know-how-it-is. i won’t spoil in the case someone hasn’t watched s2 or yce1, but literally everyone knows what i’m talking about.

anyway, everything happens, and it’s pretty heartbreaking, like i’ve mentioned a bajillion times in this post. have i mentioned how many times yce5 has made me cry? i don’t know, but i made fanart of it. and the night is the end of the day, and lu guang and cheng xiaoshi go to sleep.

see, they cut to the next morning after. and the lighting is soft and bathes everything in a nice, light blue, symbolizing a new day, a new beginning even, in my opinion. after the dramatic reveal of powers in the intense sunset, into the solemn tones of the morning where it’s a new day and they know more about themselves (at least, for cheng xiaoshi). maybe you’re willing to go as far as to say that it’s moving on — the last day is over, after all. but the blue does give you a sense of melancholy, making you think i would say. the softness is calming, but you tend to think more in calm.

and well, cheng xiaoshi hasn’t entirely moved on, but he’s an expert at hiding it. at locking it away and focusing what’s important to him now — many people say that the main trio are each individually embodied of past, present and future, but i think all three of them embody each, just mainly focused on one. cheng xiaoshi is stuck in his past grievances, yet he’s currently focusing on lu guang and offering to help him out despite his own english being absolutely terrible. and it just tugs at my heart strings. cheng xiaoshi, you’re so amazing. there doesn’t go a day by where i don’t think of him.

it also does kind of point that their relationship perseveres through most things — going through a fire and a panic attack respectively, new superpowers, heartbreak in the face of family. and wow, cheng xiaoshi and lu guang care about each other so much. it’s just — masterful writing of director haolin. and yuki nakazawa’s contributions. and literally everyone involved on the team, i wish i knew everyone’s names.

sorry, this isn’t too in depth, but it’s something i noticed and really like.

[drconstellation]

The Newton/Crowley Mirror-Parallel in S1

Future Echoes from the Past #2

Let me take a moment to try and explain the process of how I approach meta writing. I’m not new to this. I might be new to this fandom, but I’ve been writing metas for twenty years in other fandoms. I’m an old hand at this, and I learnt how to do it with some pretty critical masters of the game. I’ve been wrestling with this meta for several days, which never a good sign. I thought I was on the right track here but got to a point where I was trying to make my biased square blocks fit into the round holes I was expecting to see, and they weren’t, and thought, nope, it’s time to back off and see what is there instead. When things don’t fall and click into place, when you can’t see the next connection easily, when it becomes too convoluted - and actually, I think some of the story is missing in the crucial places - that's a dead end for the time being, so the meta I was expecting (and hoping) to see didn’t emerge. But there is still something there to be revealed, and it was from a bit that I didn't think had much importance.

A few days ago I posted a meta about how the paintball fight at Tadfield Manor was a loose re-creation of the Great War in Heaven that lead to the formation of Heaven and Hell. It was more a description of events and the two sides, and I didn’t assign any of the S1 characters to the celestial characters that we would have expected to be involved with the rebellion. For example, the manager Nigel strikes me as standing in for Gabriel, and jaded old Norman, who is on the verge of retirement, and who organized the “team building exercise” is most likely to be Lucifer  - he is the leader of the Yellow team, who are quite unhappy and full of complaints about the others in the office. But other than those two, the other bit players amongst our regular cast were missing, or unclear. And this was a problem, a BIG problem, because while there hints to who was Crowley, the match to Aziraphale was nowhere to be seen, and he should be there. So, let’s leave that for the time being, and move on.

In the middle of all this is Newton Pulsifer. He oddly arrives in the office, destroys the electrical system, then leaves before the war begins. And there is an even odder follow-up exchange in the car park of the office as he departs. I had to ask why - why add this in?

[It should be noted, at this point in the discussion, that while the paintball fight was written in the original book, the office scene that is the prelude to the fight, and the scenes with Newt that I’m about to discuss, weren’t. They are from the tv series only.]

I have been building up a library of notes and screenshots to help me with my metas, and Newt and Anathema have been on my radar. I came across this screen shot of Newt lying on Anathema’s bed after his accident in Tadfield and went “Huh, he looks very Crowley-coded there with this black/grey clothes and yellow and red socks. That’s not the line I of thought I had been following..”

I kept going and then @ennas-aesthetic posted this meta about Jesus in S3 and mentioned that Anathema was an Aziraphale parallel, so that would make Newt a corresponding Crowley parallel – which would explain the screen shot mentioned. Then the final pieces for this meta were these two posts, one from @mouseonamoose about their thoughts on angel!Crowley and one from @cornchrunchie on part of the exchange between Aziraphale and angel!Crowley in Before the Beginning, at the start of S2E1. I’d already had a thought about another set of lines in this part that formed a parallel to Newt, but getting a second set of lines to tie it in to this S1E2 segment was a bonus, I must say.

So where am I going with all this rambling? Right. Let’s get down to business.

Hopefully by now I’ve established that one of Newt’s roles in the office scene that sets up the rebellion is to be not just a parallel to Crowley, but a mirror – he’s kind of the opposite, in a way. It’s like they are on opposite sides of the looking glass.

At the beginning of S2E1 we are shown angel!Crowley, the Starmaker – the Engineer. And what is Newt supposed to be? A computer engineer. Only, angel!Crowley engineers light, while Newt engineers darkness. Everywhere Newt goes, he turns out the lights. Which is why when he runs into Shadwell shortly after and is given the newspaper advert that declares “ASSISTANT REQUIRED TO COMBAT THE FORCES OF DARKNESS” if he joins the Witchfinder Army that I was cackling at the irony of this. Perhaps we’d better not get sidetracked with that though.

There’s a critical point here that I’d like to highlight that I noticed, and how I made the link, because it may have implications in the future, maybe in S3. In Before the Beginning, Crowley sets everything up to get the nebula started, then there is a slight pause.

Az: …is something meant to happen? Cr: Oh, right, sorry, yes yes. Knew I'd missed one. Let there be light.

It struck me that Newt’s efforts in making anything with electricity, the modern source of light, don’t work because he doesn’t check that he’s got everything right. He blacks out his neighborhood as a child without checking the circuits, he shuts down the entire office without checking his work.

Why would you need both light and dark? You can't really have one without the other. It's the yin and yang. Its balance. To see the light you need darkness. And to see shadows you need light.

So we get a short scene of Newt heading off to office, with his Almighty mother handing out some lunch rations, and wishing him luck. Hmm. He’s holding a box that contains, amongst various things, a pot plant (a bromeliad) with a deep red flower, for all love. Ngggkgk.

At the office, Newt is given the cold shoulder by the senior co-worker opposite him (I call her “Pearls,” because I don’t have the S1 script book and I’m not sure what she’s called.) She asks his name, but never offers hers. Sounds familiar, where have we seen that before…?

Az: Um, hello. I'm Aziraphale. Cr: Nice meeting you. Okay, here goes!

@mouseonamoose mentions that angel!Crowley wouldn't feel the need to mention his name if he was a high ranking angel here, he would expect other angels to know who he was. [op adds another item to their list of pointers to angel!Crowley being a senior Archangel...it's up to 18, btw. Yes, I know its only fanon at the moment...] Just like the Supreme Archangel "fucking" Gabriel hasn't got time for a bit of social chit-chat before Aziraphale!Crowley is supposed to be executed in the hellfire in S1E6. Just get on it with it, pleb! We've got better things to do with our time!

Outside, we see Newt has been given his marching orders. He's leaving already. A sharply dressed woman in a masculine-cut suit approaches quickly. I don't know about you, but she looks like a demon to me. Black suit, red hair, pink (which is a tint of red) shirt - she's a copy of Crowley. This is another Crowley-copy about to give some internal criticism to a Crowley-mirror.

"Need a hand, Dick?"

Then she power-walks past. Newt is not even worth her time stopping for.

*Snort* - and ouch. That's a below-the belt joke.

She's just called him a wanker. In the US you might use the term jerk instead. Someone who's a bit egotistical and more in it for themselves than others. (and I never thought I'd be fact-checking the meaning of this word ever, but there's always a first time...) She's basically just equated him Gabriel, in my book (and in more ways than one.)

That doesn't sound like the Crowley we know, does it? Maybe, maybe not - but it does reveal to us a world of information about what the other demons think about Crowley, and more importantly perhaps it gives a hint of what he was like pre-Fall and why he was cast out as a sacrifice for the team, a scapegoat and example for the losing faction, in addition to the asking of questions reason.

It's quite notable that Crowley doesn't have any other demon friends or allies, even after 6000 years. Plus, he seems to have gotten special treatment during that time. Furfur complains about this in the dressing room in 1941, remarking :

"No, what's ridiculous is demons like you doing what they please. And somehow still getting on, while demons like me graft for hundreds and hundreds of millennia and never get a sniff of a promotion! Well, not this time. Expect a Legion to come for you first thing tomorrow. Enjoy your last night on Earth."

Hastur calls him "Mr Slick," and thinks he's been up on the surface of the Earth too long. And you kind of get the idea that Lord Beelzebub is holding back their hand somewhat in their conversation in S2E1 when they summon Crowley down to Hell for a little chat about the missing Gabriel.

CROWLEY: [waving flies away] Augh. Oh, I thought we had a [spits out flies] generalized understanding. BEELZEBUB: We don't. You're still a traitor. I could put a price on your head any time I wanted to.

But they haven't put a price on Crowley's head. And they don't intend to. Crowley is still being given the special treatment. Also in that particular conversation is a hint that he was once on a similar footing to Beelzebub, and Beelzebub was also a high ranking angel before the Fall - they aren't Grand Duke of Hell and Satan's right-hand demon for no reason.

Its ever-so subtle, but its there. Those traces of privilege we were pointing out that Gabriel and Beelzebub flaunt when they abscond? Once upon a time Crowley had them too. But the passing millennia has slowly worn them away until we can barely see the traces of it. Although, it still shows up occasionally.

We should finish off the scene back in S1E2 with Newt, though, because he does show us s little bit more of our mirror-Crowley in the car park scene. As the demon-lady walks past him he calls after her:

"My name's not actually Dick, it’s the car's name. You can ask me why if you like."

Aww. Poor Newt. While Crowley was stopped from asking questions, and cast from Heaven because he wanted to ask questions, his mirror-character Newt is offering to answer questions for other people. It's just that they aren't interested in doing that either. Either way, the conversation stops, doesn't it.

To finish off, I'm going to leave you with this. I know, its about Newt not being a computer engineer, but since we've been discussing how Newt is a mirror-parallel to Crowley, perhaps it's something we need to tuck away in the back of our minds for S3 as well, when the past comes back to haunt us.

Further reading in this series:

#1: The Great War of Tadfield Manor

#3: "Not Even At Gunpoint!"

[inconspicuousmaker]

Worm: A Parahuman Musical

Nobodies gonna see this but I don’t fuckin care I want to write about a Worm musical and so I am.

I have done 20 minutes of research (I typed in worm parahuman musical Reddit) and while people have already done amazing work, because duh, none of it quite fulfills what I want.

Specifically an actual makeable concept.

So no end of the world

No slaughterhouse 9

Heck probability not even leviathan.

2 and a half hours to fit the themes, plot beats, and messages of over 1 million wordsinto. So we gotta cut stuff.

Warning this is just me rambling and I didn’t even grammar check it.

My proposal is thus, and I’ll probably come up with more over the next few days, though I’d need to reread the first few arcs to truly do this justice.

The plot beats I would use (and I’m sure I’m missing good ones)

Open to Taylor in school per canon singing a solo called something like “I’m gonna be a hero tonight”. Have some cut ins with the trio, and have it fuel Taylor’s rage that she redirects into song furthering that she not gonna stoop to there level and go Carrie. She’s gonna do good.

Slowly transition to her walking around town in costume looking for a fight and have song end with Lung speaking.

Fight happens and we get to see her powers (light, sound, and good physical acting) and defeat lung

That’s all I have right now (because that’s all of canon I can keep straight without research) but I do then have some song ideas and endings

Originally I suggested using the bank as the finale or the end of first act with Leviathan finale. But as I got halfway through writing that I remembered Bakuda and had a better idea.

Bank is halfway.

Before that we get songs about the undersiders and Taylor’s growing friendship.

Her and Armsmaster at odds (exactly like the Wormilton one in placement)

One with her and Danny

Aswell as coil meet

I think cutting the trio is the time efficient move aswell as any Locker references.

Alternatively cut coil and add the trio but that then leaves other problems.

Maybe I’m overestimating time though and Trio could fit (I don’t think shadow stalker though)

Then bank heist which is a large ensemble peice (maybe cut Vicky and amy? Depends on time) and finish with undersiders escaping and making a name for herself.

Second act start in after action report at procterate interlude style. All the wards retelling (clock blocker bemoaning bugs is a must) and cut ins form armsmaster and Piggot. (A song from piggot something like “I hate this city” or “capes are crazy” would work well but alas, time is a harsh Mxstress)

We then get undersiders loft charcters bulding 

Bitch goes for a walk and Lisa pulls Taylor aside to tell about Dinah. 

They decide Coil needs to go down (song “spider and the fox”?) and then go look for Rachel.

Bakuda introduction and short fight (they lose badly but get away)

My ideas get a bit fuzzy here

But somehow Bakuda breaks lung out

And Taylor hatches a on the spot plan on the chaos that lures coil out and simultaneously defeats Bakuda and Lung. 

Include her having to blackmail Colin to help her as a nod to her having to force the “heroes” to do the right thing and have her rematch lung

Finally have her hand over all the villains she captured to the heroes at which point they offer her a chance to join them as a probationary ward.

She gets stressed her secrets revealed but Lisa double reveals that they knew all along and that they trust her.

She of course says fuck the heroes and the show ends with a song about how she’s gonna be a hero semi reprising the first with the added addition that she’s gonna be a hero as a villain (maybe “it takes a villain to be a hero”?

And of course that she has freinds now.

That’s all I got

Okay I lied

Here are some miscellaneous ideas that wouldn’t work in this version

Leviathan finnaly ibvoiuslt could be super fun

Have first act end in undersiders lair planning bank robbery and second start from wards perspective as they try to stop it

Rewriting the whole thing about Amy

leviathan puppet

any E88 stuff (which like. Does make stuff a bit iffy without them balancing out ABB)

Okay that’s actually it

Enjoy my incoherent ramblings empty void of the internet

[gin110881]

In Another Life, chapter 8, New Year's Eve

Hi everyone!

Wow, I have to admit, I was a bit surprised (and more than a little overwhelmed) when I suddenly got so many followers. Thank you all so much!

I’ve had this Tumblr account for a while, but if I’m being honest, I’ve never quite figured out how to properly use it. Posting sneak peeks was already a victory, haha! I probably should take some time to actually learn my way around here, but every time I think about it, I feel like it’d eat into my writing time—and let’s face it, writing always wins.

Anyway, enough rambling. Here’s a sneak peek of Chapter 8: New Year’s Eve. Hope you enjoy it!

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Harry took a big swig from his bottle and glanced around. His mother, along with Mrs Weasley, Charlie, and Tonks, was sitting in the chairs, warming their hands on their mugs of mulled wine, while his sister stood nearby with Ginny, drinking what Harry assumed was hot tea. Once they had finished their butterbeer, they quickly switched to mulled wine at Ron's suggestion, as their mothers seemed a little distracted tonight, maybe even a tad tipsy, and weren't paying much attention.

Harry couldn't help it, but his gaze kept wandering over to the girls, who'd apparently also switched to mulled wine quite unobtrusively. Watching Ginny chatting so animatedly with his sister dampened his mood for a moment. He'd avoided Ron's sister since that stupid incident on Boxing Day, simply because he didn't know how to treat her. He'd tried his best, but as always, it had ended in disaster.

"Harry, are you even listening?" asked Ron, waving his hand in front of Harry's eyes.

Torn from his thoughts, Harry looked up. "Of course. What's up?"

"It's about to start," Ron said, grinning and pointing to Charlie, who was setting up the Muggle fireworks he and Tonks had gotten from somewhere.

A glance at his watch told Harry that it was indeed almost midnight.

"I'll get us some more mulled wine," said Ron and trotted over to the drinks table where champagne glasses were already being prepared for midnight.

"Hi, Harry."

Startled out of his musings, Harry turned around only to stare at Ginny, gobsmacked. "Hi," he answered cautiously, a crooked smile on his lips.

"I... erm," she started and sighed, giving Harry an uncertain look. "I want to apologize. About Christmas."

"Oh," Harry replied, surprised. "You don't have to apologize. It was my fault."

"Hogwash," Ginny responded, eyeing Harry irritated. "Ron bumped into you, and you didn't see me. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"But I ruined your dress," Harry said, confused. "You had every right to yell at me. Your mother said you wore that dress especially for Christmas."

Ginny chuckled, shaking her head. "Not especially for Christmas, rather for..." She paused briefly. "It wasn't a good idea anyway."

"You looked really amazing in that dress," Harry blurted out, feeling a blush spread across his face, much to his discomfort.

"Thank you, Harry," she replied sheepishly, giving him a hard-to-read look.

A lump formed in Harry's throat, and he couldn't hide a smile as he felt his cheeks heat up even more. But not from the bonfire. Taking a step closer, he heard Ginny's breath hitch as he stood so close to her, looking into her chocolate-brown eyes. Reaching out, he tucked a strand of hair that had come loose in the wind behind her ear. "You always look great no matter what you're wearing," he heard himself saying.

Harry couldn't believe his own ears. Had the mulled wine made him brave? His heart pounded loudly in his chest as he met Ginny's wide-open eyes, which felt like magnets, drawing him in. He leaned forward a little and could almost feel her lips on his when Emily's distant voice sounded, "Ginny, Harry, come on. Mum has already poured the champagne. It's almost midnight."

Brought back to reality, Harry took a step back. Still a little befuddled, his gaze followed Ginny's, who was giving his sister a disgruntled look.

At this moment, Charlie set off the fireworks.

[ultrvmonogamy]

Hi again. My desire to find new bands/artists to listen to led me to your sounds tag (a successful journey btw for you have a really good taste in music and I now have new albums to listen to while I do my laundry today, so i’m grateful). I hope you didn’t mind the spam liking of old posts. But really I'm here to express my amazement at finding another person who listen’s to john frusciante’s solo work for they are few and far between. Sometimes I feel like an evangelist for him with how often I talk about his music in hopes that people will listen to him lmao.

Do you remember how you originally started listening to him? I had stumbled across Time Tonight on youtube (I think like over a decade ago which is wild to think about) and it was one of those serendipitous moments when you find a song at the very moment you needed it. 

Okay, I’m done rambling and procrastinating, for the aforementioned laundry will sadly not do itself. I hope your weekend is treating you well 🩷

oh shit. i need to restart my dryer, thanks.

i'm excited to know u've found some music that resonates w u in there, and i'm glad u appreciate my taste, thanks. i rarely notice spam liking n such, but if i do then i just appreciate that someone's into the content on my blog, so no worries there at all.

john frusciante is far and away the musician who's been most meaningful and important to me in my life. i'd started playing bass right around the time Mother's Milk released, which u may know is the first album john recorded w the band (although the vast majority of the parts he played on it had already been written). i dug that album a lot, but BSSM completely blew me away.

by the time BSSM was released, i'd begun to play guitar along w bass, and to that point i'd learned primarily by picking apart hendrix songs, which meant i was largely in the same playing tradition as frusciante. that put me in good stead to understand what and how he was playing on BSSM, so that was rly fucking awesome for me given how much i loved the music he was making.

with regard to his solo work, i got very very lucky. a recent but close friend of mine bought Niandra LaDes and Usually Just a T-Shirt on the very day it was released, and i got to hear it for the first time right after he tore the plastic wrap off of it. i can't recall if it was the same day or the next day or the day after, but i got my hands on my own copy as soon as i could, and from there on i stayed on top of his work p much religiously. i got a fair bit more relaxed abt it somewhere around TF, i think, but his music continued to be sacred to me, and i've followed him along his weaving course through a variety of collabs such as bicycle thief and ataxia and the mars volta and other work w omar rodriguez-lopez n such. there's still material of his in that vein that i've yet to rly dive into, but i'll get there when the time is right. i actually take a lot of comfort from know there's still more for waiting for me.

Time Tonight is one that plays in my head quite a bit for a variety of reasons. and his singing jumped (another) level right around that point (and just kept getting better too). a lot of his music is playing in my head a lot of the time in general, but yeah that's a special track among special tracks.

fuck, i didn't restart my dryer. i appreciate the rambling especially on a topic so dear to me, so right back atcha. my weekend is quite good so far, thanks, and i'm wishing u the same 🫶