#pooks explain yourself

[amarantoestrella]

survived my shift and learned that pookie bear is possessive lmao. I work again tomorrow 🥹

[taesansbeloved]

ARE YOU UPSET? (엔하이펜)

synopsis: doing the tiktok trend where you slam the car door shut. warnings 🚨 fluff, petnames, kissing, skinship. not proofread👍🏻

(Hyung line)

a/n HIHI this was this request! thank you so much for the request! hope you enjoy this pooks 💕 maknae line coming soon :> maknae line here

Heeseung (희승)

Heeseung put the car on park as soon as he parked infront of your shared house. You cleared your throat to hide you slowly appearing smile, slightly nervous of what you were about to do. Heeseung always opened and closed the car door for you, just being his usual gentleman self. Before Heeseung could even get out of the car, you got out of the car in a hurry and slammed the car door shut. You yourself had to stay still, comprehending what you just did. You turned a bit and saw Heeseung looking at you, still inside the car. Lowering the passenger seat window, he said, "What's with the attitude, princess?" You stood there speechless but decided to commence with your plan. "What?" You asked, cluelessly. Heeseung raised his eyebrows at you and got out of the car. Circling the car, Heeseung stood infront of you with a smirk on his face. "What's going on?" He asked softly, hands settling on your waist. "Nothing. Why?" You played your part while looking up at him because he was tall af. "Really? Then why slam the door?" He asked again with that stupid smirk. "I slammed the door. Well, sorry." You concluded as Heeseung looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Sure. Well, just yo play it safe, I'm sorry." He said, pulling you closer. Your eyes startled crinkling at the corner as you started laughing, leaving a confused Heeseung. "Baby, this was just a trend I saw on tiktok. You did nothing wrong, love." You explained, placing your small hands on his broad chest. Heeseung rolled his eyes as he hugged you close. "You and your obsession with that stupid app." He whispered, kissing your temple gently.

Jay (정송)

Jay's observing nature already knew something was up when he saw you giggling and hiding your smile with the back of your hand. He decided to let it go, thinking you were just giddy from the date you two had earlier. You both were wearing some fancy, formal clothes as Jay decided to go all out on this date. A fancy restaurant, a walk through the park with fancy clothes, gifts. He was really a dream man. But you decided to test his patience with you. Now, Jay didn't really have patience with others, but with you he seemed to have all the patience in the world. As soon as he parked infront of your shared house, you got out of the car but not without forgetting to slam the door shut, leaving not only him, but also you, speechless. Jay slowly got out of the car before circling it to get to you. He gently put his hands on your bare waist, rubbing it gently as he lowered himself to meet your eyes. "Honey, is something wrong?" He asked nervously, feeling his heart in his throat. You hummed confusely as you looked at him frowning, as if you couldn't understand what he was talking about. "What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine." You said, smiling softly which made Jay relax but not fully. "Are you sure?" He asked again, concern evident in his eyes. "Yes, babe. Why are you asking so much?" You questioned, seemingly unaware of the situation. Jay concluded with himself that you 'accidentally' slammed the car door shut, but to make good measure, he cupped you face softly before lightly brushing his soft lips across your forehead. "Okay... you're sure?" He asked again making you burst into laughter. "Baby, this was a prank. Calm down." You said in-between laughter. Jay stared at you with annoyed but fond eyes. "Gosh, you drive me crazy sometimes." He chuckled as he pecked your forehead again, but now knowing that you're not mad at him.

Jake (재윤)

You and Jake had a little petty argument about which fruit is the best. You said strawberries, he said pineapples. This was a really stupid argument, and you both knew that, but some weird tension was hanging over you two during the car ride back home. While Jake was driving silently, you started thinking about that tiktok you saw 2 days ago about a girl slamming her boyfriend's car door shut. You knew it would stress him out, but it would be fun, right? Plus, you were WAY past the argument. Who cares which fruit is the best? When Jake parked in his usual parking spot, you got out of the car and slammed the door shut, a little harder than what you were thinking about. Jake, who was still inside the car, panicked. He hastily took off his seat belt, turned off the car, got out of the car, and stood in front of you all in the same span of 10 seconds. "Baby, are you mad?" He asked with his adorable puppy eyes that almost made you fold and tell him it was a prank. But you've been together for way too long for you to know how to control yourself infront of his puppy eyes. "No, I'm fine." As soon as you pulled the 'fine' card, his panick increased. "Love, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I thought it was just a stupid argument that we had like the ones we have all the time. I'm so so sorry, baby. Strawberries are the best fruits in the world, baby. I was just messing with you." He rambled as your grin, that you were desperately trying to hide, made it's way to your face. You cupped his cheeks to stop him from rambling even more. "Baby, this was a prank. You're good, and I'm good and we're all good." You said as you gently pecked his lips, making him melt into your touch in the process. He wrapped his arms around your waist and chased you lips. "Baby, you scared the shir put of me." He mumbled against your plump lips. You giggled as you deepened the kiss, making his heart burst with love.

Sunghoon (성��)

You and Sunghoon were coming back from a family gathering at his childhood home. Everyone was there. Like everyone. All his aunts, all his uncles, all his cousins, all his alive grandparents, and obviously immediate family. There wasn't really a special occasion for this, it was just a family gathering. While there, one of his older girl cousins and told you about a prank you should try on him. As an easily convinced person, you agreed almost immediately, excited to see your boyfriend's reaction. Sunghoon didn't really show any grand reactions whenever you would pull a prank on him. You obviously didnt mind, but it seems like his cousin did. Parked infront of your shared apartment, Sunghoon got out of the car before you so you immediately knew that you had to work fast. As Sunghoon was on his way to open the door for you, you beat him to it and git out of the car but not forgetting to slam it shut. Sunghoon paused in his steps, a little shocked and concerned. His slow steps made its way to you hesitantly, as if scared to approach you. When he did, he placed a gentle, yet firm hand on your arm, rubbing it softly. "Are you alright?" He asked, trying his best to sound calm and collected. You nodded wordlessly making the boy worry even more. "Baby, did someone do anything to you over there? I swear if it's uncle Ted again.." Sunghoon clenched his teeth. His uncle Ted didn't really hold a colorful reputation amongst the family and the country. "No. It was nothing." You said, swearing at the soft blush that's making its way to your cheek. Sunghoon started to get confused. Your slowly appearing grin, the blush on your cheek, and the goosebumps all over your skin (that was just because of his feathery touch). Sunghoon rolled his eyes in amusement as he caught up to what's going on. "Is this another of your pranks?" He asked, his small smile betraying his fake annoyance. You broke out into a fit of laughter while nodding. He started laughing too as he hugged you close. "Gosh, what do I do with you?" He whispered in your ear.

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[chunkitakii]

Since lux can cum in us, can it get us pregnant? Genuine question, and I honestly think that lux would get his rocks off to you swollen with a part of him in you. It makes sense the more I think abt it

WOW there’s quite a few of you who are very fond of this idea. (I now know what y’all are…)

WARNING: This contains Lux having a breeding kink, overestimation, belly bulge, and hints that the reader is AFAB.

NSFW UNDER CUT

(this is going to be a long one...)

This has probably been my number one request for Lux ever since I've done fics where Lux likes cumming inside.

OKAY OKAY, Lux having a breeding kink has been adapted ever since he met you.

Because let's be real. Before Lux met you, he didn't spend a single thought on children. He does not like them.

Sure, his whole cartoon form is meant to appeal to young audiences, but he could care less about them.

And even before things started to get serious with you, Lux STILL didn't think much about children. (Maybe even after, REALISTICALLY SPEAKING)

HOWEVER, when the two of you watched a couple of romance movies (with a little spicy scenes in them that involved getting a woman pregnant), Lux had taken some consideration with it the whole breeding idea.

"Why are they talking to each other like that? I’m aware of the whole 'releasing inside' and whatnot. But why do they speak about having children so... lovey-dovey? It’s sort of weird if you tell me…" Lux questioned, still not taking his eyes off of the film in front of the two of you.

"Well, most of the time it's not about having children. It’s about…Eh…You know…” You started to fumble on your own words, trying to find a better way to explain it in a way that makes sense to Lux.

Yet you can also feel sort of embarrassed talking about it. You don’t have these conversations with people much, let alone a god. And knowing full well what a breeding kink is while trying not to get yourself turned on by thinking about it and watching the film. Gosh, you were dirty headed…

Lux took note of your pauses and stutters, removing his gaze off of the screen and onto you. He tried to find out more information from you about this whole 'breeding thing' you humans liked.

As Lux stared at you, he noticed you shying away from him, trying not to look him in the eyes. Lux groaned and rolled his eyes, "Oh, It can't be that bad. Tell me, what is sooo neat about releasing their reproductive stuff into someone? Hm...?" Lux had now scooted over and was about a couple of inches away from your face. He pooked your stomach countless times as if it was going to get you to answer him.

You grumbled at him with a furrowed stare, your face still warm from embarrassment. You sighed and finally got your confidence back, "It's just people find the thought off... Releasing inside someone and having their spouse carry their seed is attractive." You stated, but then continued. "It does not really matter if they want a child or not; it is just the thought of being full of their spouse's seed. It's called a breeding kink, Lux..."

"Oh, so that's what it is then..." Lux understood it now. But what he didn't understand was that, as you explained it, Lux could tell by the way you couldn't keep eye contact, the way you fidgeted with your hands, and the way you moved around in your seat.

And then, it just came out, he didn't even really think much of it. "Do you have a breeding kink?” Lux then watched as your face of shame turned into shock. “Pardon me?!” You shouted, but Lux kept a neutral face. “You heard me, do you have a breeding kink? I’m not gonna shame ya’ for it.”

You debated if you wanted to tell him or not, so you just masked it with another question. “Why do you want to know?”

Lux raise his hands in defense and turned back around to watch the rest of the film. “Calm your horses, I was just askin’ a simple question…”

Lux still didn’t get the hype in it, he assumed it was just human instinct to breed and have children.

Yet he found himself caught on the fact that you didn’t give him a straight answer. You only got defensive over it. Lux might need to dig into this rabbit hole a little further.

Lux still was curious about the whole kink thing too, and yet curiosity killed the cat.

Lux gave you hard, slow thrusts. Groans softly above you as his arms were wrapped fully around your waist. His laid right on your collar bone, his antennae ticking your cheek.

Your could fell he was close to cumming in the way his hips faltered and his breath turn shaggy. And you were not too far behind from him.

Lux then got a little recall of that day, the day you explained to him what a breeding kink was. Right then and there, Lux had an idea. A lightbulb shined above his head, making a toothy smile upon his face.

You felt Lux’s arms lock in place, and his thrust lasted longer than the other. You felt something change in Lux, yet you couldn’t tell what it was.

“Lux?…” Said but it came out as a soft moan. “What would happened if I—” he cuts himself off with a low groan, “—Pumped you full of my seed. Stuffing you full until you can’t even take anymore? Hm?…” Lux spoked dirty to you in a low tone, testing the waters to see how you would react.

Lux didn’t know how to even ask, so talking dirty seemed right to him. He didn’t even know if you did or did not have a breeding kink—

Lux suddenly felt you moan and squeeze his shaft from within you.

Yep…That just answered his question.

“Oh ho-ho-ho~. So you do have a breeding kink!” Lux giddily chuckled, happy to know he was right. His change of tone had threw you off. “L-Lux you ass-” “Language!”

Lux then adjusted his position, bringing your lower half to lay on his thighs and he quickened his lace. “But, on a real note…” He raised his head to where his mouth was just right next to your ear. “Would you like to try it? Me stuffing you up like a little creamed filled donut-”

“Stop!”

Yea, when he first started getting intimate with you, he didn’t know much about wordplay.

But on a good note, Lux kept his word and filled you up.

With how much he filled you, you looked like a glow stick. (Yes, he has glow in the dark cum. I’ll get to that later…)

So the next couple of times y’all had intimacy, he didn’t want to cum outside of you.

(This next part is for AFAB readers) But then it caused you to question something: could you get pregnant from the god of light?

(again, this is intended for AFAB readers)

“Hey Lux?” You questioned Lux. “Yes, darlin’?~” He teased as he batted his eyes at you. You just rolled your eyes at him.

“Can you, ya’ know, get me pregnant?”

Lux then perked up and gave you his full attention. He paused for a moment. He put a thinking face on and put his finger on his chin to think.

Then he squinted his eyes, showing that he is really thinking.

“Nooo?…”

“Lux that sounded more like a question than a statement.”

He scoffed at you and crossed his arms at you. “Well, this body can be anything I make it, as long as I abide by the rules. So, technically, I can get you pregnant-” “What!” “Would you stop cutting me off!”

After yelling at you, he continued once more. “I was going to say, before you cut me off, that since this body can be anything I make it. And even if I did wanted to get you pregnant, I could have done that by now, hun. Yet I didn’t! So don’t go running around like a headless chicken.”

You then sighed in relief. “So what you’re telling me is, with just the snap of your fingers, you can just get me pregnant. Just like that?”

“Now you’re getting’ it!”

You let out a relieved chuckle, happy to know that you couldn’t get pregnant.

“Unless you wanted me to-”

“No.”

But as time went on, he found himself growing into the breeding thing, believe it or not.

Every time the two of you had intimacy, he found himself drawn to even get you pregnant. (If you are AMAB, just skip this bit.)

Just the thought of you growing something just like him inside of you, his seed being a part of him inside your body at all times. It just fills him with an unknown pleasure.

Thoughts of you, swollen with his seed. Growing another god right inside of that little body of yours. Gosh, how that got him going.

“Lux, please! I don’t think I can go for another round!…” You moaned, trying to plead to him that you could go on.

You could feel your lower abdomen bulging with his cum. The only thing stopping it from coming out was his cock, keeping it all in. You have never felt so full in your life.

“I can’t, the thought of ya’, filled with my seed in that tight belly of yours. I just cannot stop myself, sunshine!…” Lux confessed. He can feel himself about to leave another load inside you. He could see the glow of his cum inside your lower half. Lux could not find himself to remove his gaze from it.

There it is, his seed, snug inside you. Lux can almost feel it as he pumped himself in you. Oh gosh, this was all too much for him. Yet he lived for it. For you to take every. single. drop…

Lux then let out a lewd, loud pathetic moan as he came in you once more, feeling you squeeze deliciously around him as you came too. Lux was sure that he was on cloud nine at this point.

Lux gave out and landed on top of you, you gave out a ‘humf’ sound as he did. Lux slowly came down his high, still giving out small, short thrusts in you to ride it out. Hearing you whine out of overstimulation was nothing new to him, but he still could never get enough of it.

The two of you laid there in each other’s arms. Breathing heavy of the workout the two of you did. But you had still felt full, and you didn’t mean the cum that currently sat inside you.

You meant a different kind of full.

Lux was still inside you.

Now normally, Lux would pull out and often clean you up before himself. Or to put on his heart printed boxers to go to sleep. Yet this time, Lux stayed in.

“Lux, Aren’t you going to pull out?” you asked him, curious of how he didn’t pull out yet.

Lux let out a ‘hm?’ sound before speaking. “No no, not quite yet. I want it all to sit inside ya’ before I do. I don’t want any drop of mine going to waste. Does that sound peachy, sunshine?…”

Lux then felt you tighten around his shaft, he couldn’t help but let out a ‘hss’ sound. Seems like you like that idea considering your breath hitching and the quiet cry you let out.

“I’ll take that as a yes…”

If Lux would have met his past self, his past self would be looking at him with shame.

You got him into the breeding kink, now you’re going to have to deal with it. <3

The thought of having kids? ❌

The thought of breeding you and getting you full? ✅

[infactmrmeowz]

Hello, could you make a headcanon of the One Piece characters if they found out that the reader was abused in the past and what would they do if they knew who it was? I know it might sound strange but you could still do it, thank you

One piece characters- what will they do if they found out S/O was abused in the past

No problem pooks

content warning: Swear words, mention of abuse, beating people up! Gender-Neutral terms for both y/n and the abuser themselves.

Luffy: What I think Luffy would do, is probably the same thing that he did when he found out his other crew members abusers, kick their ass!! But when you vented or simply explained what happened, he really wasn’t listening. He just wanted to know who it was so he can make them pay the price. He isn’t one to comfort someone directly, just tell you that you’re a good S/O and move on. If you expect him to sit down and have a nice long chat with you, don’t. But if you expect him to kick someone ass for you, be prepared.

Zoro: Zoro is more an observer than an action taker, butttttt when you vent he will listen to you!!! You are part of the crew. When I say listen he will, may not act like it but he is. He just may say “ I’m sorry “ and move on from the day, he really isn’t good with emotions, but don’t get me wrong, he does think your badass for taking all that in and yet be the person who are today! But will never say that. Never. but what will he do to your abuser? He won’t fight them…when you’re around. He may just sneak out of The Sunny to find him, and take care of it himself.

Sanji: unlike Zoro and Luffy, he is very good at emotions and what to do or say, he will make you your comfort food and drink, sit down beside you and listen. He will get very angry when your telling the story, may interrupt you to say how much of a terrible person they are to do some such as yourself.. and he will do that a lot 😭 he knows how it feels to be abused and have emotional or physical trauma from abuse. but he would full on go HAM on the person that dare lay a finger on you. While doing that he will talk the abusers ear off saying how much of a great S/O you are. Law: He’s good at emotions and trauma, Espiecally after what he experienced. He will listen to you, very carefully asking the questions that need to be asked. Mostly on how are you feeling at this moment, physically or mentally. He will take this story(s) in consideration, he will treat you differently, more kindly, but he will see you as a brave person for taking all that in. But the question is what will he do.. like Zoro he won’t do it when you’re around, unless you directly told him you want to be. But he would make them feel pain like they did to you.

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AAA that’s it! Cya later alligators! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[meaniemace]

FEAR

(as always requests are open and masterlist is pinned)

Pyeon sang-wook x GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of death, a tiny kiss at the end.

Notes: thanks to my pooks @il-i-sam for helping me edit this, I wrote this at school and it was really rushed and had grammatical mistakes! You're amazing MWAH MWAH MWAH!

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Pyeon sang-wook was always a man of few words and actions. He always believed relationships to be unimportant. Especially now.

Sometimes, he didn't want friendships either. He liked being alone, at least most of the time.

There had been times when he'd thought of getting up and joining the others during "dinner" but he was afraid. Afraid of what they saw him as. A monster, a murderer.

So even if he actually wanted a friendship (or more), he didn't have anywhere to start. Well, that's not entirely true. But again, he was afraid. Of what? He wasn't sure either.

But he knew that you'd be his starting point. Though he didn't know how long he had, since he never showed any signs of accepting your silent invitation to a friendship. You'd been there for him since he joined the group, everyone was afraid of him, made remarks about his scars.

But you didn't. You never said anything bad about him, he even heard you defend him once. You'd defended him multiple times. He just happened to have heard you once.

..

"Oh my god... I can't stand seeing his face. It looks so scary... Who knows what it's from?" The lady with the dog had said.

He'd heard her, but just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard you too.

"With all due respect. You don't know what it's from. And you shouldn't judge. You're a full grown adult woman. And yet you still make assumptions based on someone's appearance." It was what you had said to her.

He left after hearing that. A small smile formed on his face, which he forced down after realising.

..

Right now it was dinner time, he had stopped eating with everyone a while ago. He didn't mind not eating, but you did. You'd always get him a plate and find him, wherever he was.

He was sitting in the grave room, staring at the ground, when you walked in. You walked over and kneeled down in front of him, handing him his food. You had learned not to try to start a conversation, he wasn't much of a talker. You noticed.

You sat by him, leaving enough space for him to be comfortable. And started to eat.

Imagine your surprise when you heard his voice. Directed towards you. "Why don't you hate me? Like everyone else. I don't need pity."

You shook your head and moved closer. "I don't pity you. I know you can handle yourself. I just cannot stand seeing people be treated in a way they don't deserve. And you don't deserve to be seen as a scary murderer. Even if you don't think that."

He raised a brow at your words, still not looking at you. "I murdered someone. With a hammer right in front of you." He pointed out the obvious.

You turned fully towards him, placing your food down and sitting crisscross. "Most people here are scared of you because they believe the man you killed was innocent."

Now interested in where this was going, he turned his upper body to face you. "And you don't?" He questioned.

"I've lived here since I was little. I remember when he moved in, when my mum sent me to bring him a cake as a welcome gift, and when I found his door open and walked inside that room..." You hoped he'd understand; you hoped he'd seen the room, and you didn't have to explain.

And based on his reaction, he did. His eyes widened—the most obvious showcase of emotions you've ever seen from him.

"I've never run out of a room faster in my life." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But he just shook his head.

He was glad someone understood him. You stood up. Stretching. "You should eat." You pointed out before going towards the door, but before you exited, you turned back. "Oh, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, it shouldn't be too hard to find me."

..

About a week passed, and he did talk to you almost every day. Even though they were just general chats, it felt good for him to be able to talk freely to someone again.

Right now, you sat there, talking about what you did before this whole ordeal.

Well, more like him hearing you talk. But he didn't mind; he loved listening to your stories.

But your talking was cut short by a terrible screech coming from the hall, accompanied by Su Yeong's screaming.

Immediately, you stood up and rushed over, seeing Mr. Han shooting at the spider like monster that was chasing the young girl. You rushed and picked her up. "Come on!"

You shouted to Mr. Han, who followed you as fast as he could in his wheelchair.

You ran down a ramp, but Mr. Han's wheelchair got stuck, and he fell off of it. You placed Su-Yeong down and told her to go into the room where you previously were with Sang-Wook.

She wanted to help Mr. Han, but you assured her that you'd help him, and she rushed off into the room. You heard her crying to Sang-Wook. Asking for his help.

You spun around on your heel and bent down, helping Mr. Han back into his wheelchair. You ushered him inside the room as well. As soon as he entered the room, the monster quickly jumped on you, stabbing one of its legs into your torso.

You screamed out in pain, but you fought back as much as you could. But the pain was unbearable. You were about to pass out, and the last thing you saw was Cha Hyun-Soo coming to your rescue, and you heard Su-Yeong screaming, everyone else gasping, and Sang-Wook calling out to you. Then it all went black.

Once you regained consciousness, you saw Yu-ri sitting next to you, patching you up.

"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" She asked as she finished up her work on your wound.

"Could be better. What happened?" She patted your shoulder, told you about how Hyun-Soo had killed the monster, and assured you that everyone was safe.

You let out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again. But you were met with a different face.

Sang-wook was sitting in Yu-ri's place, and you heard the door close. He looked genuinely worried, which made you smile and sit up. With his help, you managed to rest your back on the wall behind you.

"What were you thinking, huh? You could've died." He didn't sound angry at all. You simply placed a hand on his arm and answered.

"I could have, yes. But I would've been fine with it as long as Su-Yeong and Mr. Han didn't." He groaned at your response and sat next to you on the makeshift bed. Placing his hands on either side of you.

"You might have been okay with it. But I wouldn't." You went to speak, but he hushed you. "Listen to me. Never do something that stupid again."

You smirked and leaned closer. "And why do you care?" He scowled at you slightly. And without a verbal answer, he placed his lips on yours.

You were taken aback; you didn't expect it at all. But you weren't complaining. You've been spending a lot of time together. You would be lying if you said you hadn't developed some kind of feeling for the man.

"Is that a good enough reason for me to care?" He asked. He didn't have his usual cold and emotionless demeanour this time. He looked genuinely concerned, worried, and happy at the same time.

"It is." You said, and hugged the man.

This was an outcome you wouldn't have expected at all. Not the bad kind, though.

[salesmancarddd]

Will you watch me die?

↳ (characters reaction on reader dying)

Characters: Nam-gyu, Kang Mi-na, Masked Officer, Cho Sang-woo.

A/n: I don't see very much often people writing about Masked officer so I decided to add my pooks on this list 🫶 (some of his personality would be based of "My name" series)

Warning: slight drug mentioned

SONG PLAY (in case you wanna listen while reading)

Denial - Projection

Nam gyu

Do I even need to explain this? It’s pretty obvious that this guy would be completely in denial about their death. He would refuse to believe it happened, feeling an overwhelming emptiness and not knowing what to do next. Eventually, he would take out his anger on others and refuse to talk about their death or his feelings on the matter. He might resort to drugs to escape everything that happened, pretending like nothing is wrong, all the while dying inside. He would isolate himself from everyone else.

'Fucking dumbass...' he whispered, his voice shaky. 'Why did you have to go and get yourself killed?' A surge of anger welled up in him, but it was laced with a profound sense of loss. Tears filled his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. Later on, he would overdose, seeking to numb the pain he couldn’t bear to confront.

Sublimation

Kang Mi-na

She’s the best example of this. I feel like she’s the type of person who would grief over her partner, but over time, she would learn to move on, realizing there’s nothing she can do except continue with her life and pursue what she enjoys. While she would still feel the weight of her loss, she would focus on her career, aspiring to become a movie star, believing that it’s what her partner would have wanted for her to chase her dreams.

She found an old picture of her partner and held it in her hands. She stared at it for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. Leaning back in her chair, she began to speak to the photo.

"You always hated having your picture taken, but I still did it anyway." She smiled softly while gazing at the photograph.

"Kang Dae-ho! The scene is coming up prepare yourself" her producer called as he walked in.

"Right, right, on my way"

Overidentification

Masked officer

He used to be a normal guy, focused on his job and not caring much about money as long as he had his partner by his side. When his partner died, he fell into a deep rabbit hole and lost himself. He couldn't envision life without them. Over time, he deteriorated in ways he had never imagined, becoming someone who felt no pity for others viewing them as mere objects. Joining the Squid Game only deepened his despair, but he accepted it as his reality. He didn't care about how many people died or how many he harmed. (he was once a Triangle guard before becoming an officer.)

He stood in his office, surrounded by the guards, their faces reflecting a mix of fear and confusion.

"I can't believe how incompetent you all are!" he shouted, his frustration boiling over. "You had one job ONE job! And yet you can't even do that correctly!"

He began pacing around the room, his voice rising with every word.

"You listen closely, and you listen good. Because if you mess up again, there will be severe consequences."

He approached one of the guards, who instinctively took a step back out of fear. "Do I make myself clear?" he demanded. The guards nodded in unison.

Intellectualization

Cho Sang-woo

For him, death had always felt unusual. He was keenly aware of it, yet when his partner died, it felt surreal. To distract himself from the overwhelming grief, he immersed himself in learning everything he could about death, trying to avoid thinking too much about his partner. He often found himself asking unsettling questions: How would it feel if he were to die? Would it be the same as the way his partner had died, or would it be different? What had his partner thought about in their final moments? Had they felt at peace, or had they been terrified?

Sangwoo and Gihun were now locked in a brutal fight, both men nearly out of breath and drenched in blood, sweat, and tears from their previous matches. Gihun landed a punch squarely on Sangwoo's face, nearly knocking him to the ground. Breathing heavily, Sangwoo looked up at Gihun.

"Do it," he said, his voice shaky. Gihun paused, disbelief etched across his face, trembling as he held a knife in his hand.

"No," he replied, shaking his head.

"Gi-hun, do me a favor... take care of my mother."

In that moment, Sangwoo's thoughts turned to everything that truly mattered to him. Just as Gihun was about to respond, Sangwoo seized a knife and plunged it into his own neck, leaving him dying. In those final moments, he felt a strange sense of peace mixed with profound grief.

[bluesidez]

HEY POOKS. Could you write a DBF!Miguel x dancer!reader. He just loves to watch her dance in competitions and recitals and helps her practice her routine by counting out 8’s for her <333

( maybe he can give reader a reward for doing so well but idk 🤭 )

[Rehearsal]

lab tester: Anonymous Participant (Hi @snails-doodles22) 🩻

summary: Miguel keeps you grounded as you prepare for a dance competition. 

content warning: age gap (abeg she’s 21+), secret relationship, fluff, like two suggestive?? lowkey explicit scenes so MINORS BEWARE, a few thoughts of frustration/failure but nothing serious just the thoughts of an artist

word count: 1.9k, halfway proofread

a/n: Hi hi!! This one was really a challenge for me!! and Idk if I’ll write DBF again ngl Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it! I leaned more on the age gap aspect of the relationship and pulled from how I felt when practicing for my own recitals/competitions 🤠! (I get extremely snappy and mean lol)

A Grand Adage (as best as I, not a professional ballerina but I practiced for 3 years, can explain) is a slower dance move where you stretch your leg to the front, side, and back without losing your balance. You also have to switch legs…I think. It looks like it takes a LOT of core strength, especially without a partner.

I don’t think I mention it in the story, but I’m imagining this Miguel to have salt and pepper hair, but like, in its early stages. So only a few strands of gray. 

“Damn it.”

The music started to sound more and more jaded as you failed another Grand Adage after powering through the more fast-paced part of your routine. 

You don’t know why you had the bright idea to add the most pain-inducing ballet moves to your contemporary piece, but you were starting to hate yourself for it. It was supposed to represent a crash and burn of rushing perfection which was ironic because you were feeling those emotions tenfold.

“You’re not going to get it if you keep trying to force it like that.” You heard Miguel from across the room and the music finally stopped. “It’s a pause between those last two counts. You know this, chiquita.”

You huffed out a chuckle as you got up, “Knowing and doing are two different things. I know what’s coming, which is why I keep anticipating it and messing it up.”

“The studio is all yours for a few more hours,” Miguel sighed. “Take a breath and try it again.”

“That’s so easy for you to say. You’re not the one busting your ass,” you mumbled as you got back into your starting position. 

Miguel crossed his arms, head leaning on the wall above the barre, “You want to say that again?”

You dropped your arms and stared at him, face blank. 

After a minute or so of you going silent, he unfolded his arms and beckoned you towards him. 

You dragged your feet to get to him, hands hugging yourself. 

“I know you want this to be perfect, but snapping at me isn’t going to help that.” His hands made their way to the back of your thighs, rubbing up and down the tightened muscles. 

“I’m sorry, I just-” you rubbed your eyes with your palms. “The competition is so soon and I keep fucking the routine up.”

“And you’ve also done it perfectly countless other times. You’ve got this! I know you do. I’ve seen how much work you’ve put into dancing and that’s not going to change.”

“But Miguel-”

“But nothing. I’ve seen how you become a new person on the stage. You demand the attention of your audience in a way that your peers can’t. You’re captivating and alluring so I’m not going to sit here and let you think otherwise.”

You look at him with a face that says “I know you’re right, but I don’t want you to be,” and just fall onto his lap, wallowing in his arms while you breathe in his cologne. 

He nuzzled you on the head, hands patting at your ass, hands warm and firm through your tights, “Now can you try again for me?”

“Can I have a kiss?” you say, lips rivaling a rubber duckie. 

He chuckles at you but obliges, heart too soft when it comes to you. 

You get up with new ambition, taking a deep breath as you stride back to the middle of the room. 

“I’m going to count out loud for you this time, is that ok?”

“Yeah,” you reply, arms molding into a sharp form. 

When the music starts this time, you hone in on Miguel’s voice, taking leaps and turns with his timbre. Your heart thumps all the same, but your brain isn’t as loud. 

As the Grand Adage comes again, Miguel’s voice stays calm, never wavering. You tighten your core and lift your leg high, hands framed beautifully and foot pointed sharp as you hold your arms above your head. As you bring your leg back down to begin to turn, your heart almost stops when your body remains stable and strong. You can’t believe it but try to keep the piece's emotion steady. 

You switch legs without trouble, eyes catching Miguel watching your form in the mirror. His face is serious but you can’t hear that in his voice, making you feel fuzzy. You keep up the pace, repeating the same move but gearing up to do an Illusion.

Like a flash, you bring your leg down and bend your body, foot spinning swiftly to perform the trick. Your heartbeat is roaring in your ears as you move through the rest of the routine, mind too excited from your success to completely portray the ending emotions of dance. 

Once you finish, you’re quick to get out of your position, face lit up as you turn to Miguel. When you run to him, you’re screaming with glee. He only stumbles a bit when you jump in his arms, body wrapped around him like a koala. 

“Miguel! Did’ya see it? Oh my god, I can’t believe it,” you laughed as he spun you around.

“I told you you could do it, amor. You just needed to get out of your head.”

“Ok ok, three more times and I think I’ll be ready to leave.”

“Well let’s get busy, chiquita. We’ve got work to do.”

You run through the routine again and again, becoming more confident each time. After every successful routine, Miguel’s praises get more and more loving. First a deep hug, then a few pecks to the lips, then a makeout session that has you squirming for more. 

“Is your dad picking you up today?” he said, lips on your neck.

You turn your nose up at the mention of him, “No, I took the bus.”

“Could have asked me to drop you off.”

“You were at work, Miggy. Didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’re never a bother,” he stopped to move his forehead to yours. “You can come over tonight. You need to relax after all of this hard work.”

“And what do I tell my dad when he asks where I am?” your eyes pan from his eyes to his lips, fingers reaching up to go through his hair. 

“Tell him you’re at a girlfriend’s house.”

You twist your mouth to the side, pretending to think.

“How are you planning to relax me?”

“A hot bath.”

You snickered, knowing better than to believe that was all he was planning to do, but taking his word for it. 

Hours later when you were laid on your back, hands gripping the sheets below you and Miguel holding your legs up as he stroked deep inside, your suspicions were confirmed. Your skin was soft from the bath and your muscles were like jelly after he spent an hour massaging every tight muscle out of you. The room was full of him, his smell surrounding you, and the noises of him attending to your every need. With every cry of his name, he brought you closer to the horizon. 

On the day of your competition, you didn’t even look at Miguel before you went on, nerves too bad. If he gave you a pep talk, internally, you would be appreciative, but externally, you might tell him to leave you the fuck alone. 

Knowing how you get, he supported you in the best way he could by sending you messages and a light breakfast in the morning. 

“Break a leg, chiquita”

“Not literally of course”

“I’ll be waiting for you once it’s over”

“With a surprise :)”

It was enough to fill you with anticipation, ready to give it all on the floor.

Once your number was called, you went to the center and got into position. The crowd was dark enough to feel like it was just you in the room, but your heart knew otherwise with how fast it was beating. 

When the music starts, it’s like Miguel’s voice is a soundtrack playing through your memory. You can’t see him, but you can feel him in the crowd cheering you on. Your feet move across the floor, body tightening and relaxing when needed. Your face wears a frustrated expression, portraying the sentiment of everything falling out of control. Your leaps and turns come one after another moving your form across the stage. 

The Grand Adage comes to you like lightning, you don’t even notice you’re doing it until it happens. The muscle memory takes over and you transition to the Illusion like it's nothing. Your mind wanders as you go through to the end of the routine, finishing strongly with your pose on the floor.

The cheers of the audience are what bring you back to reality. A feeling of relief washes over you as you stand and bow, smiling brightly. 

Standing with the other dancers from your category, you don’t expect the judges to call your name for first place, so when they all turn to look at you, you feel like you might have walked out in your underwear by accident. 

It isn’t until you’re handed a bouquet of flowers and a trophy that it dawns on you that your hard work has paid off. The check was no measly amount of money either. 

Looking out to the crowd, you can see Miguel standing up with his hands cupped over his mouth as he yells. Your family is standing next to him cheering as well. You wave at them, jumping up and down in excitement. Only you can see the wink Miguel gives you. 

When you meet them out in the lobby, you have to stop yourself from keeping your attention on Miguel. 

“You did amazing, honey,” your dad says, squeezing the life out of you. “That flip thing? I don’t know how you did it, but wow!”

“It’s called an Illusion,” Miguel shakes his head. “Keep up.”

“What are you, her coach or something?”

“C’mon you guys,” your mom fusses. “Don’t start bickering in the building. At least wait until we get dinner.”

“‘M gonna ride with Miguel,” you say to them. 

Knowing how much you like his car, your parents think nothing of it and walk out to their own car. 

Once they’re out the door, he turns and gives you a deep kiss, “You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

“I just remembered what you said. Kept it in the back of my mind while I performed.”

He smiled and wrapped his hands around your waist, “Yeah?”

You nod and bring his lips to yours again. 

“Where’s my surprise?”

“Always so impatient.”

“You wouldn’t like me any other way.”

“Tienes rázon,” Miguel chuckled. 

Miguel brings a sparkly gift bag to your attention, placing it in your hands. You reach into the bag, tissue paper falling to the floor. You pull out an envelope and a long velvet box. 

You open the box, eyes glittering when you see the necklace inside. 

“Miguel, this is adorable!” 

“Here,” he takes the necklace out of the box. “Let me help you put it on.”

You turn and focus your attention on the envelope, fingers sliding under the sealed flap. 

Your breath halts when you pull the tickets out.

“To Paris?”

You turn to him once your necklace is latched together, eyes teary from happiness.

“You’ve been doing so amazing, I wanted to treat you to an amazing trip.”

“How much did this cost?”

“Nothing that you should worry your head about.”

You crowd his space, kissing his face all over, “Thank you so much, Miguel.”

“Of course. Anything for my girl.”

“I don’t want to go out to dinner now,” you sigh dramatically.

“Yeah? You know we can’t bail, though.”

“Not even if I give my thanks to you in the car?”

Miguel bit the inside of his cheek, watching you grin at him. He’s really way too soft when it comes to you. 

“Vamos.”

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[lissrissye]

“𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰…” | bungo stray dogs (bsd)

osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, ryunsouke akutagawa, gogol nikolai, dostoevsky fyodor

🪻𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; you are weeping because you feel insecure… they, of course, wouldn’t leave you alone just like that. they come into the room to comfort you, attempting to reassure you and tell you just how perfect you are… because you are ! <3

🪻 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 ; i lowkey got this idea since i was feeling so damn insecure earlier today <3 but just remember your self worth, pooks! you’re literally worth the world, so love yourself and be confident, mi amor ! try to stay positive, and compliment yourself because you fucking deserve it !

🪻 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 ; fluff, sweet romance, safe for work, comfort, angst

𝒪𝓈𝒶𝓂𝓊 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 — 太宰治

The keys inserted in the keyhole as Dazai twists it, unlocking the door after a day of investigating tiring cases. A huff escapes his lips softly as he pushes the door open, the fresh scent of home meeting his nostrils. He slips off his tan trench coat, letting it drop off his shoulders as he hangs it on the coat rack at the enterance with the first instinct to look for you. You were his first priority.

A soft noise of a sobbing seeps from the bedroom. You were the only one in the house, so Dazai rushes to the bedroom to see your silhouette in the dim room, the gentle moonlight illuminating a soft pearly white light. He walks to your side with an empathetic frown, bending down. —“Are you okay, belladonna? Please don’t be afraid to express your worries to me, my dear.”

You slowly turn your head to your brunette lover, a quiet cry coming from you as you reach over to embrace him for comfort. Osamu obliges happily, wrapping his arms around you and nodding as you vent to him. He sees his past self in you, and he wishes to protect you… he doesn’t want you to go through the things he had to learn from. He doesn’t want you to get hurt. No, no never. —“I get it, belladonna. Keep going, let it all out and do my hold back. It will only pain you more to bottle everything up. Trust me, I know from personal experience, and I don’t want you to go through the same things I had too.”

𝒩𝒶𝓀𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 — 中原中也

With a glass of wine in hand, Chuuya returns from the bar after a mission complete for the Port Mafia. All he wishes is a refreshing, undisturbed 7 hours of sleep at the very least. He reaches for his keys as the keyhole accepts it with ease, the door making a soft click as it’s unlocked. He twists the handle, too lazy to even push it open, so he just uses his weight for it to swing open. He kicks off his glossy black shoes while heading inside to look for you.

—“Hmmph— pretty? Where are ‘ya…?” The executive calls out your name several times to receive no response. With a groan, he sets down his glass of liquor on the coffee table and heads up the stairs… he checks the kitchen, the living room, the restroom, the guest room… then eventually, after walking around the house, the only option was you were in your guy’s shared bedroom. Chuuya grabs into the handle and opens the door, as you didn’t put much thought into locking it.

With wide eyes, the first thing he sees is you, sitting on the cold floor while holding your knees, softly rocking back and forth. His first assumption is that someone had hurt you, though his blue orbs couldn’t discover any injuries on you. He sighs while approaching you, immediately cradling you in his arms and putting you up on the bed. —“Shhh, don’t cry… You boyfriend is here. Tell me everything, okay? Let me relive your stress and release the weight off your shoulders. You don’t have to hold it in anymore.” As you explain to ginger darling that you’re feeling insecure, he listens intensely… —“Don’t be insecure, you’re fucking gorgeous, Ma chėrie…”

𝑅𝓎𝓊𝓃𝑜𝓈𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝒜𝓀𝓊𝓉𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶 — 芥川龍之介

After a day with Atsushi, Akutagawa was irritated and tired. He despised working with the jinko more than anything. Slowly stepping up the stairs leading up to the door, he searched his pockets for his keys. He then had to took the time to find the right key for the front door, making him grumble softly. Finally, he positioned the key with the keyhole, letting it slip in as he turned the key.

With a sigh, the Diablo placed his keys on the coffee table and bent down to remove his shoes, frequently putting it his hand over his mouth to cough. You haven’t answered his text messages, which made him quite concerned. He heard soft whimpering, as if someone tried to be silent. It came from the living room. He quickly made his way there only to find you curled up in a blanket, a pillow buried in your face. You sounded so vulnerable, dread and sorrow washing over you… Akutagawa hated seeing you like this, it pained his heart.

—“Hey— hey, hey… why are you crying? Are you hurt, are you okay? Please, please tell me…” Your black haired lover gently extracted the pillow from your grasp, cupping your face with his hands. He was silently panicking because he didn’t know how to comfort someone as he himself never experienced it except from you, so he tried to intimidate his actions. Despite being terrible at it, you appreciate it because he was attempting, and doing his absolute best to make you feel better. —“Do you want to… cuddle? Maybe eat snacks?… Erm…”

𝒢𝑜𝑔𝑜𝓁 𝒩𝒾𝓀𝑜𝓁𝒶𝒾 —ゴーゴリニコライ

After a day of annoying Fyodor and terrorizing innocent citizens for fun, Nikolai skipped to the front door and immediately started to unlock the door as quickly as he could. He created this sort of challenge for himself, how quick could he open the door everyday. Well, let’s just say Nikolai wasn’t too normal. Okay, far from the ordinary human being. With a hum, he managed to head inside in approximately 15 seconds or so. It took him a bit to decipher which key was for the door.

—“Oh, oh my little angel!~ Where are you?~ I need you to help me clean blood stains of my clothes, pretty please~ I’ll find you if I need too!~” The jester cooed your name softly, his voice reaching your ears because of the echos in the hallway. His voice was accompanied with a maniacal giggle. He didn’t bother to remove his shoes and skipped away to the restroom to one, see if you were there, and two, to wash the blood stains on his white clothes. With a soft hum, he switched the light on to see you on the ground, covering your stomach.

—“Hm?~ My beautiful dove?~” Nikolai couldn’t help but feel empathy for you, as he couldn’t lie that he felt something wash over him as he watched you in this state, all vulnerable. He bend down, first spraying some cologne to attempt to cover up the horrible stench on the blood on his clothes. —“Shhh, shhh~” He whispered softly on your ear, a bit stiff when it came to comforting you but he did his best and started to make jokes to try to make you laugh.

𝒟𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑒𝓋𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝐹𝓎𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇 — ドストエフスキー・

A long, long day that felt like eternity with Nikolai annoying him, Fyodor was finally home. A soft grunt of exhaustion emerged from him as he checks his pockets for his keys, patting it down until he feels a bulge. He shoves his hand in that pocket and profess to find which key unlocks the front door. He makes sure not to loose it as he pushes it in the keyhole and twists it.

—“Myshka, I’m home.” The terrorist spoke softly, removing his shoes accompanied by his fluffy ushanka hat. When he noticed you aren’t running towards him as per usual, he tilts his head slightly in confusion. He walks around the house to look for you because you were acting very strange. He didn’t even have to see you to even know. As he approached the living room, he turns his head to the sofa to see two blankets covering you. You eeemed to attempt on hiding from him at first.

Fyodor did not hesitate to rush by your side. Cruel, heartless, brutal. Those were the words he received from the public as a unregretful terrorist. Though, you could argue with that just now as he scooped you up immediately and sat beside you, treating you like a princess. Fyodor could already tell what was happening as well, you didn’t have to tell him you were insecure. It made you feel better because you wouldn’t have to speak. He whispered sweet praises in your ear to show you how much of a precious treasure you are to him… —“You’re absolutely stunning and perfect the way you are, my dear… don’t change that.”

[airaibunny]

dom!haesull x sub!fem!reader - “please, unnie?” (warnings: smut, threesome, oral, thigh riding, praise, nipple/breast play, biting)

a/n: i just realized that i didn’t think about which group the reader was supposed to be a part of. just put yourself in itzy or twice pooks, creative freedom ig. ALSO idk if there technically would be cameras in a dorm living room, just shhhhhhhhh

word count: 1.3k

you adore all of the girls in nmixx. helping them prepare for comebacks and giving them advice makes you feel amazing, but lately it’s gotten out of hand. especially with sullyoon and haewon. they ask you to come into the practice room or their dorm almost every day. of course you love that they look up to you so much, but it’s odd that they won’t ask anyone else for help.

their reasons for calling you over are also a bit ridiculous. they always need help with something they couldn’t possibly not know. or they need you to teach them how to properly do a dance move that they seem to get perfect after you explain it just once.

although you hate to admit it, this has caused a slight problem. you can’t look at haewon or sullyoon without your breath hitching. every time you help them practice, you subconsciously undress them with your eyes. you keep imagining what it’d be like to have them all to yourself, even just once. it feels wrong however, you know it couldn’t possibly happen.

regardless of all of that, when they ask if you can head over to their dorm today, you immediately say yes. you tell all of the girls goodbye and head downstairs to nmixx’s dorm. sullyoon answers when you knock on the door.

“hello y/n unnie! thank you for coming again!”

she motions for you to come in, shutting the door behind you. you think you hear it lock as well, but you pay no mind to it. “no problem, i love helping you guys!” you give her a tight hug and she hugs back. her hands move a bit lower than you were expecting, but you assure yourself she’s just starting to see you as a friend; not a mentor.

haewon walks into the room as you’re pulling away from sullyoon, running to hug you as well. once all of the hugging and greeting is done, you ask them why they told you to come see them this time.

“so, what can i help you guys with?”

you smile at them, walking over to sit on the couch. they shoot each other a concerning look, you have no clue what it means. “um, do you guys need help with vocals?” you ask again, waiting for an answer.

“we actually need some help dealing with stress.”

they both walk over to the couch, sitting at either side of you. their request seems normal, but their demeanor doesn’t. you don’t know what you’re sensing, but your cheeks feel incredibly hot.

“well, when i’m stressed i norm-“

“no, we don’t want advice. we want physical help.” haewon smirks while speaking to you. “maybe you could do that for us, unnie?” sullyoon inches closer to your face, whispering in your ear. you can feel the slick running down your underwear and likely onto your pants.

“i can’t do that.” you feel sullyoon’s lips on your neck and jump back. haewon’s hand travels up your thigh, pulling at the hem of your jeans. you want to stop them, you know you should, but you can’t.

“maybe that’s true, but we know you want to. we see how you look at us, unnie, it’s impossible to miss.”

sullyoon is still kissing your neck, roughly using her teeth to leave marks. haewon’s hands have shifted to your shirt, tugging it up. you try stopping her, but a simple tap on your wrist makes you give in.

she pulls it completely off and does the same with your bra, not giving you a second to protest. “can we touch you, unnie?” haewon looks into your eyes, practically begging for you. you nod in shame, you can’t believe you’re agreeing to this.

haewon takes her hands up to your breasts as soon as you give your approval. she use her fingers to trace circles around your nipples while leaning in to kiss you. your mind is foggy, between sullyoon and haewon’s lips on you, it’s impossibly to focus. you barely notice when your pants are pulled down, you simply let it happen.

you do notice sullyoon pulling away and kneeling in front of you. she spreads your legs open, grinning up at you when you try to close them.

“can i eat you out, please, unnie?”

you moan in response. something about such a vulgar question being asked in honorifics makes you squirm. them calling you ‘unnie’ and being so polite feels wrong when they’re defiling you like this, but it somehow turns you on.

sullyoon places soft kisses on your inner thighs, holding them in place with her hands. haewon has removed her mouth from your lips, placing it on your breasts instead. you’re a moaning mess, already hungry for more.

you suddenly feel sullyoon’s mouth on your core, placing a kiss on top of it before going in with her tongue. she trails up and down your folds, making you cry out and bring your hand to haewon’s hair.

“does that feel good, unnie?” haewon pulls away for a second, looking up at you. “yes.” you answer in between whines. you notice haewon’s hand on sullyoon’s head, pushing her further into you.

sullyoon’s lips encircle your clit, kissing and sucking it. she pushes her tongue into your entrance, earning more moans and whines from you.

“you’re doing so well, you sound so pretty.”

all of that, along with haewon still being latched onto your breasts is quick to make you reach your high.

your thighs tense and you hear sullyoon giggle at the pressure around her head. your eyes squeeze shut as sullyoon continues using her tongue on you, helping you ride out your orgasm. she comes up to kiss haewon, letting her lick your juices off her chin and lips.

“she tastes so good.” haewon smiles at you as she finishes cleaning sullyoon. “doesn’t she?” hearing them talk about you like you’re not there is incredibly arousing for some reason.

haewon moves to the end of the couch, resting on the armrest. sullyoon slightly pushes you toward her. “go sit.” you comply and sit on haewon’s lap, letting yourself fall directly on her thigh. sullyoon positions herself behind you, putting her hands on your hips.

“fuck.” you moan out, grabbing haewon’s shoulders.

“you shouldn’t say those words around us unnie, you’re supposed to be our role model.” haewon tauntingly remarks, pushing your hair out of your face. you feel sullyoon push down on your hips, grinding them against haewon’s thigh. you quickly become just as disheveled as before, moaning out in elation as your hips rock back and forth on haewon. sullyoon’s mouth lands on your shoulder, leaving bite marks and bruises on it.

“how does that feel? is she going too fast?” haewon asks, referring to sullyoon’s pace. you shake your head, unable to give a verbal answer. “good, then you don’t mind if she speeds up, unnie?” you shake your head again, desperately waiting for them to give you more.

sullyoon quickens her pace, adding more pressure to your hips. you feel haewon’s thigh flex and whimper, already on the edge again. you look down and notice how truly soaked you are, you are drenching haewon’s thigh. she notices your face and snickers.

“don’t worry, we’ll get me cleaned up when you finish.”

sullyoon is still attacking your shoulders with her mouth, making sure to leave kisses along with her bites.

your abdomen tenses for the second time and you wince in anticipation. your eyes gloss over with tears and you let them fall as your second organs hits you like a truck. sullyoon slows down gradually, waiting for you to be entirely done.

she pulls you out of haewon’s lap, giving you a kiss. “did you like that, unnie?” she questions, letting haewon kiss you as well. you nod with a smile and look around for your clothes. haewon notices and turns your face toward her.

“not yet, my thigh still needs to be cleaned, unnie.”

[forkloverr]

HEY POOKIE😘😘

i feel like im always requesting something.. IM SORRY!! I JUST DAY DREAM A LOT😭

could u maybe write a oneshot abt hawks x reader with POTS? i will explain what that is just in case u arent aware. thats a syndrome to where someone has very low blood sugar and they get light headed pretty much every time they stand up after sitting or laying down for a long amount of time. also it just being lightheadedness, fainting, nausea at random moments. do more research if needed :)

i still need to get diagnosed but ik i most definitely have it and i just thought it would be nice to have some kind of fluffy scenario where keigo takes care of her! like maybe its kinda early into the relationship so when she passes out for the first time in front of him, he freaks out. she told him abt it when they first started dating but he was still very caught off guard.

falling for you! (literally)

ft: boyfriend! hawks/keigo x reader with POTS

warnings: just good ol fluff - fem reader implied

author’s note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG POOKS! the little man who writes for me in my brain keeps leaving.... anyways I'm signing myself up to provide all the chronic illness fluff LOLOL. hopefully I represented it ok!

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It was the first time you and Keigo had a sleepover. He practically begged you on his knees to come over--he wanted to spend some more quality time with you since you were newly dating. Sooner or later you gave in to those puppy dog eyes of his. It's not that you didn't want to be with him- far from that. You were just worried about what might happen, and how he'd react. When you two first started considering becoming more than just friends, you opened up to him about your condition, POTS. Unfortunately, the blond may have been too distracted to remember that, which only made your nerves worse.

So here you were, duffle bag in hand, standing in front of his stupid expensive apartment door. The tension in your stomach was making you sick. Just one night, you told yourself, nothing to be anxious about.

Knock knock knock!

Your hand shakes as you return it to hold your bag, and soon, Keigo opens his front door.

As soon as he sees your cute face, his mouth instantly melts into a toothy grin. "What took you so long!! I've been cleaning up for you ALL DAY! Wouldn't want my pretty girlfriend staying in a dirty apartment!" he winks.

You sweetly share his smile, coyly looking him up and down. "S-sorry! This complex is huge... I got lost like five times."

"Well, I'm glad you found your way, dove. Here, let me take that for you." He bends forward slightly to take your bags, his sweet musky cologne filling your senses.

He then guides you into his apartment, which in fact did look sparkling clean.

"I have all of your favorite movies, plenty of junk for us to eat, and lotssss of blankets." He mentions, entering the hallway to drop off your things.

In his absence, you stop for a moment to soak the place in. It was rather plainly decorated, with vast tall ceilings and white marbled countertops.

Your daze is broken by giddy footsteps approaching you.

"Did I mention how happy I am that you're here and so glad you agreed to this??" Keigo gently cups your hands, raising them to his mouth to kiss.

Your face flushes in response. "Thank you for having me over.."

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Hours pass as you and your loving boyfriend cuddle on the couch surrounded by blankets and candy, accompanied by the low hum of a movie playing in the background. With your back against his chest, you could feel every inhale and exhale, and his hand caressed up and down your leg in gentle and cautious movements.

"Kei?" You perk your head up to face him.

"mmyeah?" he groggily replies.

"I gotta pee..."

At that he dramatically sighed, whining, "But I'll be so cold and lonely without you!!"

Giggling at his dramatics, you ruffle his hair as you begin to stand up, shaking off 5 layers of blankets.

That's when it hit you.

The next thing you know, everything starts to feel a bit fuzzy, and it goes black.

*thud!*

Keigo jumps at the sight of your figure collapsing, desperately crawling across the couch to you.

"Y/N??" He shouts, a slight tremble in his words. His arms swiftly scoop you off the floor, cradling you in his lap.

"Oh my god. Y/n??"

Keigo's calloused hands cup your cheeks and check your temperature. He could feel you breathe, which gave him some relief.

"crap..." he mumbled to himself, "what do I do?"

He softly picked you up bridal style, propping you against the arm of the couch and on your back. He then proceeds to rush to the kitchen, slip on his socks, get back up, and grab you a glass of water.

Kneeling next to you, he attempts to give you water, parting your lips cautiously.

"Drink up, pretty. I'm here, it's going to be ok..."

Before he could raise the glass to your lips, your eyes began to flutter open.

"Kei...?" you softly whisper

"Dove??? Are you ok??" His eyebrows furrow together, matching his equally as concerned eyes.

"Did I faint again?"

"Again?? What do you mean again??"

"Baby... I have POTS, remember?" Your tired eyes met his as your hand grasped his shaking one.

"How could I forget, I am SO sorry Y/n.." He threads his fingers through your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I wouldn't blame you if you dumped me right here for being so careless."

That makes you chuckle, as if.

"It's ok, I didn't want to burden you with it so I didn't really explain it all."

"Dove, you'd never be a burden to me. Look, I'm listening now, tell me everything."

Keigo transfers you to his lap again, holding you gently as you explain your condition. You can physically see him trying his best to make mental notes of every detail.

After that, he vowed to know every single thing there is to know about your condition. As you fell asleep, he cautiously snuck away to his office. He spent hours and hours reading countless medical studies and journals. He researched exactly how to help you and the signs he can look for, so he can be better prepared next time.

Eventually, he made his way back to your sleeping figure, wrapping you up close to him. Your soft heartbeat comforted him, he was so thankful you were ok. You were the last thing he wanted to lose.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, Keigo leaned in to whisper.

"I'll take care of you, I promise."

[reijisteacup]

how do you think the diaboys would react to magical girl s/o explaining why specifically they have to hunt witches because they need grief seeds to purify their soul gem and if they don’t purify their soul gem they will become a witch and basically die? (also thank you so much for bearing with me about my magical girl stuff. Continue carrying the fanfic side of the fandom :D)

No problem pooks thanks for enjoying the blog wouldn't be anything without all of you <3

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Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

He listens lazily at first, half-lidded eyes giving away how little he wants to be involved… until you mention death. Then his eyes actually open. You’re telling him you could die? Become a monster yourself? That suddenly becomes his problem. Shu isn’t the type to beg you to stop, but he’ll absolutely start joining you on hunts—using his powers to obliterate threats before they touch you. He acts like it's "a pain," but he's secretly watching your gem’s brightness like a hawk.

Reiji Sakamaki:

He takes it deadly seriously. The soul gem, the corruption, the entropy—it all fascinates him. He demands a full breakdown of the magical girl system and might even try replicating the mechanics for study. Once he realizes you’re on a ticking time bomb, he’ll insist on strict schedules, custom grief seed storage, and even invent purification methods just in case. His fear is practical—he cannot tolerate losing you to something he didn’t control.

Laito Sakamaki:

He masks his concern with teasing innuendos. But underneath, he’s terrified. He knows what it means to break from the inside, and your soul gem is a perfect metaphor for that. He’ll keep you close, distract you from your stress, but he’ll always keep track of how much darkness you’ve gathered. He hates that he can’t kiss it all away.

“Nfu~ how tragic... you turning into a beautiful monster? Sounds like a fairy tale gone wrong.”

Kanato Sakamaki:

Oh, this will break him. The idea that his precious “doll” could shatter and become something else—a grief-ridden monster? He becomes obsessed with your soul gem. Wants to carry it. Talk to it. Sleep next to it. He hates the idea of you fighting, but he also secretly romanticizes the tragedy of it all—might even say creepy things like,

“If you become a witch, I’ll be the one to destroy you, okay? You’ll still be mine…”

Ayato Sakamaki:

Cue Ayato absolutely panicking under a layer of bluster. He doesn’t do well with things that remind him of helplessness, and hearing that you could spiral into a monster hits too close to home. He tries to play it cool but gets angry at the magical system itself. Still, he starts fighting harder beside you, trying to be strong enough to keep you from having to use your gem so often.

“What the hell do you mean you’ll turn into a witch?!”

Subaru Sakamaki:

This shatters him. He already lives with the fear of destroying what he loves—so hearing that you could die just by doing what you’re meant to do? He’s wrecked. He’ll lash out, telling you not to go anymore, maybe even smash some walls in pure panic. But eventually, he’ll calm and support you the only way he knows how: standing at your side, crushing anything that threatens you, and begging you to lean on him before the darkness takes over.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

He wants every detail. The soul gem, the entropy, the transformation—it reminds him of philosophical ideas of corruption and sacrifice. He respects your strength but is terrified of your slow descent. He’ll act like he supports your mission logically, but you’ll notice he’s researching grief seeds and quietly trying to find loopholes to save you from your fate. If knowledge can protect you, he’ll consume it.

Kou Mukami:

You being on the edge of death is not a cute aesthetic. He’s deeply shaken, though he might try to cover it up with nervous laughter. But if your soul gem dims even a little, he’s dropping everything. He knows what it’s like to be used up and discarded—he won’t let that happen to you. His loyalty becomes obsessive. He will find more grief seeds for you if you’re ever too tired to hunt.

“Guess that makes you the tragic heroine, huh?”

Yuma Mukami:

Yuma's reaction is raw, emotional. He grabs your shoulders, voice rising in disbelief and fear. The idea that you’re living with a death sentence sends him into protective overdrive. He starts insisting he take the brunt of the fights, even if he’s not magical. If it’s between you corrupting or him getting hurt—he’ll choose pain every time.

“Oi, what the hell do ya mean you’ll become one of the damn witches?!”

Azusa Mukami:

“…Then… I’ll become a witch too, with you… if that happens.” Azusa doesn't fear darkness—he lives in it. But the thought of you being taken by it is unbearable. He’s heartbroken, constantly checking your gem, whispering to it, trying to “soothe” it like it's alive. He’ll follow you into every battle, believing it’s his purpose to help shoulder your pain. If you ever start to lose hope, Azusa will remind you softly,

“I’ll stay with you… until the end.”

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

Carla is furious—not at you, but at the system. The idea that your existence is tied to a self-destructive curse? Unacceptable. He begins viewing your situation as something that must be undone. He’ll explore forbidden knowledge, even try using Founders’ power to alter your fate. It’s not just love—it’s principle. You were chosen by some cruel force to burn out. He won’t allow that. He starts calling you his “fallen goddess.”

Shin Tsukinami:

He pretends to laugh it off—“Seriously? You sparkle and die? That’s insane.” But deep down, he’s gutted. He doesn’t know how to handle losing people, and the idea that you’re on borrowed time makes him reckless. He’ll pick fights with witches that are way above his level just to vent his rage. At night, he’ll lie awake watching you breathe, stealing glances at your soul gem, wondering how long until it’s too late—and hating himself for being powerless to stop it.

[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Quitting your 9-6 security job because of Tetra 🦊, Pricilla 🐞 (Grumpy guard and lowkey sassy🤐)

An: I... The way that I wanted to change Tetra's into a black cat one so it could be an MLB reference... Rocky start but trust, it gets better in the end... 😊 - Here we go again... 😌 you found a job at a museum, to pay for your gacha addiction 📃 so yeah, pooks you were assigned at nighttime... 😃 This time though, you actually LISTENED 🤯 to the people, and found numerous articles about the Fox and the rabbit duo that made you FEEL single 🙄 Yeah, you heard that right, these two smh... 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ At this point, bestie didn't want to deal with them at nighttime, that you made a pledge that you're QUITTING 🚪🚶‍♀️ when you see the two... It was ON SIGHT 👥 If they show up... - Oh, pookie... You weren't wrong... Fast forward to 12 midnight, they show up like a cliché heist scene, making you sigh and down the scalding HOT 🥵♨☕ coffee. Honestly pooks, I feel you rn... 🧍‍♀️ You end up staring at the two of them DEADASS tired 🙄, making them stop in their tracks and STARE 👀 at you. Turning away, and muttering to yourself that you didn't want to be dealing with this shit, you walked away, from them, thinking about how you're going to file a resignation letter in the morning or just ghost your employer altogether... Regrets were made when a voice speak up, making you walk a little bit fasterrrr 🚶‍♀️💨 You were not in the mood for this... 😶

The girl, who was dressed like a fox asked why YOU were ignoring them??? 🤨 You gave her the side-eye, responding that this was not how you wanted to spend your Sunday... 😐 At this point, you were being sassy 😭 My girl... You just wanted a normal night, why couldn't they just give you that? 😞😞😞 Like, can't a woman just... Get away from all the struggle you've been through...? Having multiple jobs, one which was basically free labor, one got you almost DEVOURED 😭, why does this have to happen to YOU??? 😩 You can never catch a break, can you??? 😿😿😿

Girlie was STUNNED, like??? Isn't this your job? Do you not care about getting fired or what? 😧 The one that dressed up like they were in a masquerade... 💃 attempted to provoke you... But you was not responding like they were expecting you to, making them even more concerned??? About the lack of reaction coming from you, lmao you were just standing there, as if you were babysitting them 👺 Then both of them awkwardly waited for the queue that you were playing with them, but you were NOT at all 😶 Making them just stand there and observed you like you were Mona Lisa...

Busying yourself with playing the award winning, hit video game called "Path to Nowhere", you ended up farming a lot of hypercubes just enough to pull for your favorite character... 🥰 You weren't in a grumpy mood anymore after half an hour of playing the game... Meanwhile, not noticing that the two were still there, waiting for you, like they were waiting for their MOTHER or smth... The fox lady cleared her throat, making you glare at them for interrupting your game time... 😒 My girl is CONFUSED as to why you were literally doing nothing but playing games on your phone... Like omg, it's like they're obsessed with you or something Pookie... 🤭

You let out a nasally "What?" with an attitude 💅 That's right bestie... You tell them girl 😤 Making them flabbergasted at the way you were talking to them, like they can't believe that this... Guard was not GIVING like excuse moi? Why is YOU not chasing them or smth? This wouldn't be the heist for them... Yeah right, as if you had the energy for that... So, they carefully explain that they wanted you to do something or like call the authorities at least? But you didn't like getting told what to do, so... NO 🥰 making their jaw drop at the way you were nonchalant over the whole thing... The way they were debating if they were just going to find another place to rob or just... Leave and like steal the items they were targeting.

But they wanted to at least understand why were you not interested in them...? So you end up ranting about this game you were playing and how you needed MONEY because you blew all your life savings for this particular game like it was the casino, gambling away your chances for a better life... 💸💸💸 which is why how you became a security guard to cure your gacha addiction... (You did not get cured at all btw, I was the credit card 💳) Making them think you were crazy, to which you respond...

"Crazy? 🤪 I 😜 was 😈 crazy 🤑 once. They 🤐 put 📦 me 👉😝👈 in 📩 a 😻 room. 😭 A rubber 😰 room 🤩 A 😥 rubber 😞 room 😢 with 😖 rats 🐀 And 😯 rats 🐀 make 😩 me 😬 CRAZY 🤪" Girl,,, both of them actually felt bad and decided to talk to you the entire time, making them forget about stealing 😊 for awhile... (Pookie that was such a smart response, I could NEVER come up with that 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️) You learn both of their names. Tetra and Pricilla, decided to "kidnap" you out of the museum and end up giving you some 💰💰💰 to help you in your gacha addiction...

You end up dragging them into the rabbit 🐇 hole 🕳 of playing PTN, that they became your friends in the game as well in real life... You also got them addicted to gacha... Now there's three of you 😈😈😈 You guys chat whenever they were free and hung out a LOT in your apartment, making it their second base to crash 💥 in after their usual heist. Sis... I'm going to ask you again, how do you manage to be friends with these people??? Were you some magnet for sinners? Maybe you should lend me some of your luck or smth... An: I still have some ideas 💡 left in me which is why I post often hee hee 🥰

[lilacflowersss]

hey there andy!

im sorry about the angry-anon-situation

just wanted to say that you shouldnt get so worked up just because some offended by life asshole cried about your sprites being traced! some guys out there are mad at people for no reason and the best way to bear with them its just to ignore! i myself have some hateful speeches written just for me by beloved anons but... they come and go as any person in our life, just a mere mosquito buzzing and complaining angrily thinking that people really gaf about it ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ you dont have to explain yourself to a random person who is afraid to even show his username on the internet

your art is awesome, stay strong and keep it up! 8;7

Awww ty for the kind words pookie!

Honestly I shouldn't listen or get work up by some asshole calling me a "tracer". I'm just doing this for fun and learning on the way! Again thank you for the kind words pooks

[belovedrat]

RATTT MY POOKS !!!

I KNOW I SAID I’D REACH OUT AND I HAVEN’T SO LET ME EXPLAIN 🙏

im on vacation in florida rn and i thought i would have a lot of free time

and i did! before my dad came

he’s making us go out everyday and now that we have him, my sister, AND my cousin over they take up a lot more space

and the airbnb is VERY small (only place to be is one room and one living room) so i dont have anywhere to be by myself

for a few days it was just me and my mom because my sister was sleeping over at my cousins house and my dad was still driving here from pa so i had free time then but it’s too late … sobs

IF i’m lucky IFFF…

my dad will be at work (he works in florida, drives there from pa weekly) and my sister and cousin will be at my cousins house and it’ll just be me and my mom again and i’ll be free

whether or not that’ll happen? idk … whether or not i’ll use that time to sleep? idk …

BUT i come back to pa on the 25th so after then i should be free for two weeks because for 4th of july im going on another vacation lmfao

SO I CAN PLAY ROBLOX ALL U WANT THEN!!! FOR NOW I’LL SEND SILLY ASKS DAILY (if my dad doesn’t ground me) AND WE CAN BE SILLY TOGETHER

ILYSM RAT /p

WAHHH WONDER MY POOKUMS

NO DW AT ALL, don’t feel obligated to force yourself to reach out or play, especially if you’re busy and especially with the circumstances you’re going through rn which stop you from playing n such safely /gen

I rlly do hope you enjoy the outdoor activities tho! Find some peace and enjoyment in them but I rlly hope you catch a breather away from your dad TwT 🫂

Let’s hope bro goes to work soon and you get to catch up with your sleep and chill time

Heheh I’ll be very happy and will be looking forward to the daily asks! Feel free to spam me with them and anything else, this is a safe space to do so :3 🤍

WE CAN BE SILLY GOOBERS TOGETHER SOON I BET , AND FOR NOW SILLY GOOBERS IN ASKS BOX >:3

… if your dad grounds you I’m sending a tiger to maul him 👿 /silly /lh

ILYM WONDER 💗 /p

[linklethehistorian]

salutations mr linkle the hyrule historian tumblr can u direct me 2 the last anon that said ur wrong bc i think they're great n I wanna give them a kiss on the lips!!!! anyway was it not u that said the OFFICIAL!!!!!!! 15 translation was wrong n bad so i dont think the opinions of anyone who considers rimbaud a doormat n wrote the abomination that is cherish are valid

anyway anon if ur reading this ilove u pooks u me n bitch tree anon n bully anon should b poly or smth we'd make beautiful children

Hmmmmmmmmmm, well I don’t remember anybody saying I was wrong, honey. 🤔 Last anon just asked me a question about if I’d ever considered something, and I answered! 😊

Anyway I’d love love love love to help you two hook up bc that’s so sweet and I want to meet your future children so much! 🥺💕💕💕 I could be a part of a real life love story! 🥺💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕 So cute!!! I don’t think Bully anon or Bitch Tree anon would be into it unfortunately at first, since they send me little hearts and cutesie things these days…. I’m sorry about that. 😔 Oh well! I’m sure when they hear your dedication to reach out to me they’ll still want to give you kissies somehow ‘cause they’re so dedicated to me too, just in a very loving way.

And yee! I did say the ‘official’ translation was bad! Thank you so much for remembering my words and sticking around my blog so long. 🥺💕 Anyway yeah, that unfortunately happens sometimes, and by sometimes, I mean a lot, ‘cause a) there are people out there who unironically think it’s okay to take creative liberties in translating because it’s their right as someone taking the time to do it (can’t be assed rn but if you search around this site enough, you’ll find an entire thread of translators talking about this), b), there are people who write for a lot of series they’re not into and therefore aren’t aware of all the context of previous novels, c) there are people who just slip up and make mistakes! Happens all the time unfortunately and most people don’t understand that if you misunderstand or change one thing it can change everything, and d) people who are tasked with translating 99% of the time never even talk to the people team of people who actually published the original, much less are in contact with the author themself! Mistranslations and drastic creative liberties happen a lot for example in the fandom I came from (The Legend of Zelda), which you can see a bit here! And if you still don’t believe me, you can go ask Dear old Author Neil Gaiman, who has even had some of the characters in his books turned from lovers to sisters and everything, a lot of the time completely without his knowledge until fans point it out to him! If you scroll his blog, I’m sure you’ll find those posts for yourself, assuming he doesn’t see an ask from you on if it happens. ‘Tis a sad thing, but Asagiri-sensei likely doesn’t even know when a mistranslation happens, much less do these people sit down and ask him things directly before doing their thing. He certainly doesn’t have involvement overseeing the process; that’s an unreasonable thing to ask of someone when it involves other languages they may or may not even be fluent in. And all the proof we need that it’s wrong is that the JP novel and the Stage Play (both things that Asagiri was directly, heavily involved in and/or directly penned the words of/material of the script for himself) both contradict it. If you’d like to take on that claim, since you’re implying I’m wrong, have at it! The burden of proof is on you, so, I look forward to seeing you send me the individual JP source lines of the Eng translations you want to take a crack at defending and a long wall of educational text explaining why each part of the English translation got it 1,000% right, directly in my in-box. If not, have a good day ‘cause I’m sorry, but I got limited time and other things to do right now, baby. 💕 I’ll eventually get to it myself some day, but right now I have other articles to finish first, art to make, and a fic to keep posting.

Speaking of which…OMG YOU READ CHERISH? 🥺💕💕💕💖💖💕💕💖💕💕💖💖😊💖💕🥺💕🥺💕💖💕💕🥺💕💖💕💕💕 That’s so sweet OMG OMG OMG! I’m glad you enjoy my beautiful ‘abomination’ enough to read and keep up with it! Don’t worry sweetie, the next chapter is on its way!

See this is why I love love love love love love love my ‘haters’ so fucking much, I adore y’all, I’d kill for y’all, OMG. You give me so much dedication and time, I know how much y’all adore me and I adore you right back! My beloved super fans. 💕💕💕💖💖💕💕💖💕💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺 Every ask I get and vague post I read makes my heart flutter, frfr, I’ve actually got an album I keep of screenshots of y’all’s posts to give me the motivation to keep doing what I do whenever I’m down. 🥺💖💖💕💕 This one goes in the collection for sure ahhhh 💖💖💕💕💕 I’m so important to people OMG IT’S SO CUTE AND SWEET

TAKE CARE OUT THERE ANON! PLS SEND ME MORE MESSAGES I LOVE THEM. I WAIT WITH BATED BREATH 💖💖💕💕💖💕💕💕💖💖

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR DATE!!! PLEASE MAKE BABIES WHO ARE ALSO OBSESSED WITH ME, I CAN’T WAIT 💕💕💕💖💖

[adleryoung]

"Look what you did do my lute!" I shouted indignantly.

"Go away and leave me alone, you bastard!" Zandar shouted back, shooing me with her hands as if I was a feral animal.

"Fine, if that's how you feel," I sulked, and pooked away to another tree where I could continue to watch unobserved.

"Beautiful elf," Sir Conrad sobbed as he stared up into the tree where I had been a moment ago. "Beautiful song. Gone…"

"Come away from there, Sir Conrad," Zandar sighed, letting her coat fall open. "Am I not also beautiful and soft and snuggly?"

"If you were a boy, I would worship you," Sir Conrad admitted.

"You still might," she said, and reached up to scratch the back of his head.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the fox's moans of pleasure. Zandar was using the simplest of Wiles to seduce the poor fool, yet she had the nerve to insinuate that I was an abuser and a manipulator!

"I can show you pleasures such as no mortal has ever known," she promised him. "If you tell me the White Elf's name."

So, this was her game, was it? I decided I'd continue playing along, if only for the sake of keeping her distracted. I pooked quietly to the ground and drew my bow.

"Gladly!" Sir Conrad exclaimed. "It's -"

And that's when I elfshot him.

Zandar let loose with a stream of most unladylike profanity, and then tried to attack me. Her feeble blows were easily deflected, but the sheer insolence of it was making me start to lose my temper. I grabbed her wrist as she swung at me.

"I've been patient with you because you are pretty, and the mother of my child," I snarled. "But you are beginning to exhaust the goodwill I have toward you. I can't kill you, but I CAN make you very, very uncomfortable."

I squeezed her wrist. She gasped and writhed with pain. Just as her knees began to buckle, I let go. Despicable as she was, I still didn't want to hurt Zandar.

"I'll allow you to go," I said. "But I do not like these mysterious entities sending their lackeys to fetch you," I added, pointing to Sir Conrad, who was humming tunelessly and dancing around in an elfshot daze.

"That's what you did," Zandar stated accusingly as she got up and walked over to the capering tod. "Come along, Sir Conrad," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"NO," I yelled. "I sang him! I shot him! That mortal is mine by right! You may go, but he stays." If we were playing the name game, I couldn't allow Conrad to spill the beans as soon as the elfshot effects wore off. Besides, I wanted to question him.

It didn't take long after Zandar left for Conrad's wits to return.

"I can't believe it!" he gushed. "Am I really in the presence of His Lordship? Or should I say, Adler Young? Ever since I was a kit at my grandmother's knee, I loved hearing stories about elfland! Is it true that I get a wish if I braid your hair?"

"No," I sighed. "That's not true. Where do you people come up with this stuff?"

"May I braid your hair anyway?"

"NO!"

"Well, do I get a wish for knowing your name? It is Adler Young, isn't it? I know so much about you. I've devoted much of my life, you see, to studying the local fairy-lore. And my word, I thought I knew how fair you were to behold, but the stories don't do you justice! Did I mention that I know nearly everything there is to know about you? I even know the tales about you disguising yourself as a vixen numerous times! Is that true? And it's fairly well substantiated that you once turned a brutish, crass mercenary into a dainty little girl! Oh, how that tale in particular sparked my young imagination! The bit about her golden curls was my favorite part! And your alchemical experiment of trying to steam gun powder, that was BRILLIANT! I simply can't believe no one else had ever thought of it! I even know about that weird mole you have on your -"

"Incessant babblers do not get a wish," I blurted, cutting his monologue short. "Where did you obtain all this information?"

"I was born and raised in Ballynure, not far from here," Conrad explained. "I have collected local lore, as well as numerous rare books on the subject. I am lucky enough to possess one of the few surviving copies of le Gobelet's 'Confederacy of Fairies and Elves' which contains the most detailed information … including your lineage and your name … Adler Young."

"Yes, yes, you know my name, congratulations," I muttered. This was more than a little disturbing, to learn that Percy Junior's tell-all book still existed in some form. There was much to do. I needed to finish up with this weirdo and send him on his way. "So what's your wish?"

"Ah yes," Conrad chuckled, giving me a strange, sultry look. "My wish …"

What was this? Was he trying to use Wiles on me?

"I already mentioned what were my favorite parts of your story…" Conrad purred as he stepped close and gazed longingly into my eyes. "Surely you can guess what my wish would be, you gorgeous creature you."

"Let it be so," I hastily declared, stepping back and quickly transmogrifying him into a femme.