#✧･ﾟ ♫ don’t be so shy. ( open. )

[seaofserene]

*makes that noise at you.*

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ Joel’s mother arrives for the weekend, she wants you to break up with him, even trying to set him up with his real state gorgeous agent. But Joel only has eyes for you.

warnings_ NO OUTBREAK, age gap! (20s/ late30s) but not specifically stated so do what u want, angst, fluff, mentions of dildos and inappropriate use of nightgowns, implied sex. NO PROOFREAD

notes_ Am I the only one who thinks good graces from Sabrina Carpenter is very pre-outbreak Joel! ????? HAPPY SEP 1! JOEL’S BIRTHDAY MONTH AND WE’RE CLOSE TO 🍂 AUTUMN 🍂

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚)

♪ ♫ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙋𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀

Eating cheap burritos, and sitting on the stairs of your parent's porch, by the end of the summer, Joel Miller asked to be your boyfriend.

“Can we be together?” you nearly choked at his words.

“Like… a couple?” He nodded, smiling shyly.

Truth is, you were shocked. You felt the tension since you met him in winter, but actually hearing from him that he wanted to be your boyfriend, being older and wiser than you, it was very shocking.

“Yeah… I’d like that, Joel”

And with that, he gave you the first kiss you had received in years after a hateful relationship.

You were in your twenties having a boyfriend in his mid-thirties, with a teenage daughter, and a hilarious brother, and his mother hated you.

But that wasn’t a worry at the beginning of the relationship.

-

You literally ran to the sidewalk as soon as you heard the mail bus speeding away.

Immediately you collected the package that landed in your grass. Because, since your parent's house was comfortable and big enough, they were not in a rush to kick you out. You were a local in the state university so… Why find a place away from your family and boyfriend?

Before you could have even thought about rushing inside, you heard Joel’s truck pulling into his home. Your hot neighbor had arrived.

Already blushing, you said hi to him.

“Hey, pretty one… Whatcha got there?” You looked down at the package in your hands.

“Books…” Joel noticed your shy smile, so he knew you were hiding something else.

“If you had let me find you a junk car, you could have avoided ordering them online” you rolled your eyes.

“Joel… we’ve talked about this, when the time comes and I feel confident, I’ll get that fucking license” he nodded, smiling widely at the sight of his girlfriend. He thought he was already too old to be into dating. But you hadn’t even tried, it was him who couldn’t get you out of his mind. And while he was embarrassed at the beginning, especially with your parents because of the age gap, now he was thankful.

“I know, baby. I’m not pressuring you, and certainly, I love being your chauffeur whenever you need me to…” you had told him you had been in a little car crash when you were eighteen, making you feel some panic about being behind the wheel again. And now, you weren’t afraid anymore, you just didn’t want to pressure it, the time would come naturally, it always did.

“So, I will go and open the package. I’ll come later to watch a movie with you and Sarah” you said walking towards the door, but Joel came hurriedly to grab you by the waist and hold you tightly.

“Sarah is having a sleepover with her friends. Tommy is doing extra hours at work. Why don’t ya come and show me what’s inside the box, darlin?…huh” you blush harder.

“Why are you implying there’s more inside the box?… other than books?” He smirked, his fingers were playing dangerously across your hips and you watched around to see if there wasn’t any nosy neighbor around.

“I know you like the palm of my hand, baby”

“Okay, you got me, Joel. I bought two cheesy romance books, a naughty nightgown, and a hearts dildo” he laughed, grabbing your hand and guiding you inside his house.

“You got to be kiddin’ me” you went straight to his kitchen to grab a knife and open the damn box.

Joel saw you very thoughtful, avoiding his gaze and noticing the shy smile resting on your face.

He got closer and almost choked once he saw the contents inside the box.

“You’re gonna kill me, y/n…”

There were indeed two books, a hot pink nightgown with lacy orange cleavage, very y2k. And the damn dildo, made of plastic that simulated being made of crystal, pink with a big pink heart handle.

“I told you…” you said playfully, Joel chuckled.

“Naughty girl…” Before you could blink, Joel picked you up, making you sit on his table and kissing you immediately.

“Are you gonna let me see you in that nightgown? Maybe let me watch you use that little toy?” Your cheeks were on fire as you listened to your boyfriend.

“God, Joel… shut up,” you said giggling.

“You cannot expect me to simply ignore what’s on the table, darlin’…”

“This is what we’re gonna do… we’ll seat and read one of my books while I wear the nightgown, I’ll be in your lap and you’ll get hard, so then… I’ll consider giving you a show with that fucking dildo."

“Fuck, baby…” Joel literally moaned.

“Let me tell my parents I’m staying and that Sarah is here,” you said, sliding off of the table. Joel knew your parents respected your relationship with him, but you still find it awkward to be publicly romantic in front of them. And he respected it as well.

“Fine, I’ll order Chinese food and we are taking a shower together”

“I can’t wait,” you said with your phone in your ear, watching your boyfriend disappear in the hallway.

-

Two weeks passed with simplicity and the summer was officially dying. You noticed that overnight you were slightly cold and the same in the morning. However, the days were still warm.

“Have you seen my everyday shirt?” Joel asked wandering in his closet, which made you giggle.

“I have it…”

“Darlin’…What am I gonna wear for breakfast then?” you hid under the sheets of his bed, feeling how he slowly made his way towards you.

In the sudden quietness, you tried to stay still, hoping to hear his footsteps approaching. You couldn’t lie, it built some tension and panic.

In a second, Joel finds his way to wrap his arms around you and captures you in an invasive embrace.

“JOEL!” You yell, being a little too dramatic.

He started tickling you, making you squirm and yelp, Joel couldn’t stop laughing.

“Hey, weirdos…” suddenly Sarah called from the doorframe. Joel uncovered you, lifting the bedsheets from your face and body, letting you see his daughter holding a phone in her hand.

“Grandma called, she’s coming this Friday.” The girl said, smiling at you.

“Oh… that’s nice.” You said, brushing Joel’s arm and trying to stay chill.

“I’ll call her later…” Joel muttered.

“Are you staying for dinner, y/n?” Sarah asked you.

“If you want to…” the girl nodded at you and then disappeared through the hallway.

You sighed, throwing yourself into the soft pillows. It was then that you noticed Joel hadn’t said a word and hadn’t touched you in at least two minutes, which was odd.

“Why do you suddenly look constipated?” Joel rolled his eyes but chuckled.

“We had plans for this weekend and you know my mother is not very… fond of you” Slowly, you nodded.

Mrs. Miller was quite young, Joel following her steps of being a parent in their youth. The woman made it clear the first time she met you that she didn’t like you. There wasn’t an actual confrontation but she usually ignored you.

“Why is it though? Because I’m younger?”

“Dunno, baby…” Joel said shrugging.

“But do not worry about her. We’re still havin’ fun. I won’t let her make you feel weird”

“I know that, Joel” he finally kissed you, soothing you in the way.

You won’t worry about that, because you immediately forget the moment Joel puts his arms around you and kisses you deeply.

-

It amazed you how fast things changed in two days. The moment Mrs. Miller arrived, she barely gave you a glance. She pleaded with Tommy, Sarah, and your boyfriend to have a family private dinner. Joel literally begged you to go with them but you wanted to be a reasonable girlfriend, so you said it was fine.

The following morning, you asked Joel if he wanted to have breakfast with you alone but her mother suddenly claimed she wanted to see some of the most famous spots of Texas. And in the afternoon, she made Joel take her to the mall because she wanted to crochet something for Sarah. Why didn’t she ask Tommy?

“Mrs. Miller, good evening” you greeted her, looking at how she was already perfectly styled, drinking a coke. She only gave you an awkward smile.

“Hey, love…” you then greeted your boyfriend giving him a little kiss on his cheek. The way his mother was staring made you feel odd.

“Are we going, son?” Mrs. Miller asked. You frowned confused. It was so strange to feel like the older woman was competing with you for Joel's attention.

“Uh-…” Joel stood there unsure of what to do.

“I promised Sarah that I would crochet a plushie for her…” The woman finished her drink while looking attentively at Joel, waiting for an answer.

“Fine, but it must be quick”

“I’ll get my jacket” Mrs. Miller finally disappeared.

Feeling irritated, you turned to face Joel.

“We were supposed to watch a movie together…” the man was visibly stressed out. And you didn’t want to annoy him but it was getting tiring to get dodged because of his mother.

“I know… I just…-“ you sigh, trying to be once again the comprehensive girlfriend.

“It’s okay, Joel. Enjoy having your mother around. Just let me know before making plans…” he nods, hugging you as if thanking you.

Through the door, her mother appeared once again, this time, holding the house wireless phone.

“Joel… Nani is calling you” Joel steps away from you and frowns.

“Who’s Nani?” You ask, crossing your arms and hoping to not sound too jealous.

“The real estate agent that works with Tommy and me. I just don’t get why she’s calling the house number” he sounds honest as he answers.

Your heart pounds a little faster and insecurity fills you in. You trust Joel, but you didn't like how nice his mother sounded about that girl named Nani.

“That’s the type of woman my son needs. You know?…” Mrs. Miller whispered as you brushed past her.

The only thing you did was to side-eye her and finally leave. You would call Joel in the night apologizing for leaving without saying anything. Although you weren’t in the mood to give explanations. An odd feeling grew in your guts, and that night, you couldn't sleep well.

Maybe the woman hadn’t been mean to you, but your blood was already boiling by the way Joel was handling the issue.

It was the day you were supposed to go with Joel and Sarah to the pumpkin patch. But with her mother being added to the plans, you weren’t so excited anymore. At least she would arrive later.

“Are you going to get ready anytime soon?” Your mother asked in your doorframe.

“I’m not excited to go anymore.”

“Let me guess… Joel’s mother?” You nodded at her. Your mother took a seat beside you in the bed.

“I’m gonna ask you something, okay?” Once again, you nod at her.

“You love Joel?”

“Very much, Mom”

“Then fuck off her mother, respectfully. You only have to be a good partner for Joel, not to prove anything to his mother, y/n”

She had a point.

“Now get ready and enjoy your evening with your boyfriend. If her mother joins, you are not there for her, remember…”

So you chose a cranberry sweater, you make a Smokey brown eye look that matches your gorgeous fall boots and 2000s coach handbag.

-

The sky is baby pink, which contrasts with the trees and their drying leaves. There’s a lot of series of lights decorating the pumpkin patch and making the place feel like it’s already later than it already is.

The laughs of Sarah and Tommy pull you back to reality. You spot them making fun of Joel who had bought a slice of pumpkin pie and the whipped cream of it was spattered across his face. How on earth did that happen?

“What are you doing?” You asked when your boyfriend stood beside you. He had a green and caramel open flannel with some white tee and jeans. He looked so fucking hot.

“My wallet fell and when I grabbed it, I forgot I had the cake in the other hand” you started giggling, whipping some of the cream with your pinky finger.

“Silly baby…” he rolled his eyes at you but then fixed his eyes on your lips. He couldn’t resist you, so he had to lean and kiss you.

Your fingers trace the little heart where his beard doesn’t grow as usual, and his big calloused hands find their usual spot between your neck and shoulder while the other softly grasp your chin.

“We can see you from here!” Both of you heard Sarah playfully yelling, which made you giggle and move away from Joel.

Sarah comes enthusiastically, gripping her father’s arms before also grabbing your hand.

“Hey, Tommy and I will go around and play…” you nodded at the girl, noticing the beige sweater with a pumpkin print. You wave at them one last time before turning to see Joel licking the rest of the whipped cream from his face.

His mother hasn’t appeared yet, claiming she would arrive later because she wanted to take her time. You haven’t told Joel about what she said last time you saw her. You also avoid prying about Nani. You just wanted to enjoy some quality time with him, only to remember how happy he made you.

“We should go to the haunted house and let me finger you in the mirror room”

“Joel, you’re disgusting” you answer laughing so hard at the unexpected comment.

“I was kidding, let's go and buy more food, I don't think I want to share my pumpkin pie with you”

“I like that plan” you answer, kissing his cheek. He offered his hand, which you gladly took.

“JOEL!” When both of you turn, you see his mother alongside a tall gorgeous woman.

“What the fuck?” Joel whispered.

“I found Nani!” Mrs. Miller said excitedly.

Nani was at least 5’7, with long dark hair, tanned skin, and green eyes. She had the thin body of a model and her clothes looked expensive. She also had a perfect smile.

“Joel, I was expecting you to call me,” the woman said giggling.

"Isn't she lovely, Joel?" His mother questioned with a fake smile.

Your heart stopped. You didn’t even know how to feel. You just stood there, ignoring the way Mrs. Miller was probably celebrating your downfall.

Joel turned to look at you, half pleading you and half panicking.

“Are you Joel’s daughter?” Nani asked and you wanted to cry.

Your eyes watered and you gripped your bag with violence to beat the anxiety.

“No, I’m not. Please excuse me… and nice to meet you” you said to the woman before bolting from there.

You heard Joel calling you but you ignored him.

-

That night you went out to take out some trash. The trash cans near your dad's car gave you the perfect view of Joel's porch, where he was smoking a cigarette. He had said in the past that he found himself smoking whenever he was under pressure or stress.

You remember his face when his mother appeared with Nani. He looked confused and annoyed as hell. But you also remembered the way he had barely put effort into trying to make you feel comfortable around his mother.

"I can see you, y/n..." You heard him calling you, but you had already turned around to go back inside the house.

"You know I love you so much, baby..."

Tears prickled in your eyes. You sighed.

"Seems like you can't love me enough when your mother's around" you spitted back, facing him, watching his hurt face before entering your house again.

-

The tranquility that filled your house was impressive. Your parents went out to a concert and then, they would have dinner, so they left you alone. And since you were ignoring Joel’s calls, your homework and chores were done, and there wasn’t anything else to do. Opting to play Lesley Gore in a low tone, you decided to bake something. It was colder, the neighbors had already begun hanging fake ghosts on their doors, some carved pumpkins decorated the grass and the smell of cinnamon was in every coffee shop.

But in your house, you started by placing all of the ingredients in the little island of the kitchen. Oat flour, granulated sugar, condensed milk, eggs, cinnamon and pumpkin purée.

The second day you didn't appear near the Miller’s house, you found Sarah and Tommy on your floor demanding to know why the hell you were mad with Joel.

You told them, avoiding some parts to discuss alone with Tommy but they both understood you. And it was obvious that Tommy would go and tell everything to Joel, but you actually hoped he did.

They also shared Mrs. Miller was officially gone. Tommy and Joel had a big argument with their mother. You couldn’t help but think it must’ve been hard for Joel. But then you remember how little effort he did to soothe you. Although Tommy promised you Nani and your boyfriend had nothing to do together, you were still mad.

And then a sudden knock on the door made you look away from your progressing baking. You weren’t expecting anyone, your parents had their keys and you didn’t order anything.

On the other side of the door, there was Joel. Looking nervous, holding a box of takeout and another bag with flowers peaking.

“Joel…” you weren’t expecting him. At least not on that day.

“I’m truly sorry, baby…” he said pleading.

“I wanted to enjoy having my mother around but I wasn’t expecting her to behave that way and it wasn’t my intention to lose you over that” You tilted your head.

“You haven’t lost me, dumbass. But I’m far from being happy…” he nodded.

“Can I come in? I brought your favorite noddles and tempura.” A little smile appears on your face.

“I was about to bake pumpkin and cinnamon rolls”

He had his dirty dark blue shirt, disheveled hair, and cozy joggers. Even when you weren’t pleased with him, you could feel the strong love you felt for him running through your veins with eagerness.

He followed you to the kitchen, where he placed the takeout and the other bag, then turned around to see you.

“Before anything else, I want to be clear and discuss what happened”

“Okay…” you answered.

“When Sarah’s mother left… I had nobody. Tommy was still a boy. Only my mother saw everything” Slowly, you offered him a cup of warm tea made of apples, cinnamon, cloves, and oranges. You were open to hearing him, just hoping he’d apologize.

“My mother helped me a lot eventually. But she knows how much I struggled… I was confident about not wanting to be involved with another woman. I even ignorantly started to believe all were the same” he says, drinking from his cup and watching you attentively.

“But thankfully I met you. We became friends before anything, you always showed how much you liked my family. And you turned out to be an amazing partner. You’re more than I could have ever wished for, y/n” you blush, nervously smiling at him. But he rushes to grab your hand as if he needs to confirm to you his words.

“I thought my mother was going to be happy for me finding the love of my life” he means it, you can tell by the way his brown eyes look up at you.

“Before this, I hadn’t even talked to Nina. I knew she was around but that was it. My mother had given her my number, Can you believe it?” For some reason, you laugh which results contagious for him.

“She said she wanted a woman like Nani for you” you admitted.

Joel sighed, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t believe her…”

For Joel, it had been difficult after you left the pumpkin patch. He apologized to Nani, explaining that it was a mistake and that had a girlfriend. Then Tommy and Sarah arrived home mad at him after visiting you. It was when he decided to have a talk with his mother. It didn’t end very well. And that was what tore him the most. Joel expected his mother to respect his relationship.

But he hoped she would understand one day. At the moment, it only mattered to him to make you feel loved and secure.

“I can easily see a bright future by your side, darlin’… I won’t let some stupid shit to ruin it.”

You knew very well Joel’s heart was too big and warm. You trusted him and you knew he never wanted to hurt you. Contrary to what his mother said, Joel was the type of man you needed. And you had him apologizing, promising to be good, and hoping to build a future along you.

“You haven’t lost me and I doubt you ever will, Joel….” you said hugging him tightly.

“See… I’m so lucky to have you, baby” Stepping on your tip toes, you kissed him deeply. Finding comfort in his embrace as usual. The memory of his mother is long gone.

“Love you…” he said in your ear.

“Love you more…” you whispered back.

And with that, the rest of the afternoon consisted of baking the fluffiest and softest pumpkin and cinnamon rolls, made with much love by you and Joel. And to his mother’s dismay, you would marry Joel Miller the following spring.

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I’m writing a new fic for Pedro’s Reed Richard’s and another Marcus Acaius based on the infamous emerald ring <3

[solselah]

Pick a song ?

(Channeled messages)

💜

PILE 1 - The less I know the better

Your spirit guides are holding messages from you because they feel it’s the best you don’t know at this time !!! There are other things that should be taken care of right now by you !! They don’t want you to be obsessively thinking about what happened or why it happened!This separation or Disconnection between you and these people/person just know It’s not up to you to beat yourself up , you don’t deserve that !! It’s time to Put away the excuses & pick yourself up , don’t treat yourself like you aren’t worth a relaxing bath & a face mask or even a beautiful candle lit dinner. There is someone out there for you & this could even be solely friend based for some of you ! Like the people coming in your circle will be so supportive of your new life & new business ventures! They are here to support. Let them in ! Try not to pussh away!

♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫

PILE 2 - HELL N BACK

You’re now starting to notice the mental state you were in when your started a relationship, was not healthy it wasn’t even close to okay! You are actually baffled this person is still willing to stick it out and rock with you. They see the you , you haven’t been able to get in touch with ! I’m hearing they are acting as your mirror at this time !You may really be shying away from this person for that reason! It’s crazy how fast you Snap on this person sometimes ! They forgive and love you either way but they deem you a bit as snappy , but they really do chalk it up as like a “you” thing. They really would rather be with you than alone any day! You have a good one on your hands but I feel for you , you may need a mental break to find yourself ! Something is off here for you & it’s okay to admit it ! I would recommend being open about it by any means ! It helps to bring understanding into the dynamic.

*Especially if the transparency is private*🤫

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PILE 3-ADORE

Now that you have discovered who you are outside of others perspective!! You are learning how to fall in love with your soul! You could have had your self esteem broken down BAD as far as 8/10 years ago , you’ve come this far on your journey understanding the things you’ve practiced have come in to action, landing you success in finding the reflective part of your soul! people tend to us others as mirrors … you chose to look within your own body to see who you are to YOU. You could be someone who does Acid or even takes your occasional shrooms , there is an emphasis on micro dosing!

So that could totally be your thing ,it helps you to be one with self! Especially after all of your broken moments regarding the relationship you built for / With self!!

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PILE 4 - ICE SLIPPIN

Right now you’re so closed off !! I would go as far as saying you’re done with what life is offering right now (over it ) You could be feeling very protective over your heart at this point ! You’ve even relocated to grasp a bit of peace !! Someone could’ve really Took your heart out your chest and stepped on it ! Like they are so truly sorry and they just don’t know how to show that to you ever! It’s such a sad thing for this dynamic because it could’ve been something. you feel that you being closed off & cold is your answer! In reality it’s really numbing your true feelings… so bad. Your angels really need you to be honest with yourself about the track record of this relationship ! Was it bound to happen ? Were you numb to them ? Are you still ? There are so many question that need answers & that being hidden from you sometimes really devastates you because you desire to know more. You’re hurt and don’t know why ! That’s how it feels. You are not alone in this trust me. Your heavily heavily surrounded by Grand teachers & angels that are ready to go to war for you & are willing to teach you about how you can start to heal , it’s so time for you to begin to Build your strength back. It’s so necessary for the next steps for you and your opportunities ! I know this connection had you so emotionally attached. You were not the only one I promise !!!! They may hide it and throw it out the window but I guarantee you they are running in circles. It’s indeed time for you to

“criss cross apple sauce” ( very specific)

in the middle of the circle and elevate your energy right in their face at that!!!

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Hope you enjoy 💜

IG: @Soleccentric

SONGS:

1: Tame impala - the less I know the better

2: BAKAR FT SUMMER WALKER - HELL N BACK

3: ADORE - WILLOW SMITH FT JAHNAVI HARRISON

4: ICE SLIPPIN - OMAR APOLLO

[gothlcsan]

Full Moon ; SONG MINGI

PAIRING werewolf bf!mingi x reader (f)

GENRE smut 18+

SYNOPSIS Mingi was always the soft love type with you. He was always loving to snuggle and pamper you every waking moment. However, there’s a side of him that only came out on the nights where the moon set full in the sky.

WORD COUNT 1.7k

WARNINGS werewolf, dubcon, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of breeding + pups, usage of “good boy,” scratching.

♫ in the woods somewhere - hozier

a/n not proofread so i apologize for any misspellings or grammatical errors! enjoy day two of my kinktober writings!

At first your boyfriend would disappear on full moons, you were aware of him being a werewolf so you had wrongfully assumed that he was just shy of transforming around you. Reality of the situation was his fear of not being able to control his animalistic desires whilst being around you. Twas the night before the full moon and you had sat Mingi down to ask him why he was still making these long trips out of town to the countryside on full moons instead of staying home with you. He cleared his throat in an attempt to change the subject but you were adamant on getting an answer from him. Finally, Mingi admits that he’s too scared of what he’d do to you, explaining in detail on how full moons he falls into his ruts. This intrigued you and you couldn’t deny the wet patch forming on your panties imagining your soft boyfriend pinning you down instead. Asking him how likely it would be for him to stay home tomorrow instead of leaving he goes to turn you down, only stopping himself when he sees the hurt expression on your face due to his rejections. Mingi sighs before agreeing to stay this time but under the conditions that they’d work together to ensure both of you stayed safe; but mostly you.

That very night you had helped Mingi set up the guest bedroom into a safer, more comfortable living space for him. He looks at you with uncertainty when you ask him if he was alright, him admitting he was nervous for tomorrow. You tell him not to overthink things, pressing a gentle kiss against his temple before you leave the bedroom, going to lay down for the night. You don’t see much of Mingi in the morning as he prepares himself for that evening, only opening the bedroom door far enough to slide in food through the crack, allowing him to rest knowing he’d be having a long night later on. Trying to relax on the couch curled up with a book you think about the possible future plans for later tonight. Losing track of your place in the book, you bookmark your page and set it down onto the coffee table. Thoughts about Mingi flood your mind, your body instantly responding to them with your cunt drenching your panties in their wake. You pondered on what his wolf form would look like, mindlessly slipping your hand down under both your shorts and panties, gasping as your fingers brush up against your clit. Giving it a few slow rubs, your mouth hangs open as you pick up pace, using your non-dominant hand to slip your fingers into your hole with ease. Knowing that Mingi’s hearing was heightened made your clit throb, whimpering loud enough for him to hear.

His fingers always felt better than your own, body in an arch as you curl your fingers to abuse the bundle of nerves. The red hot knot in your abdomen unraveling as you cum on your fingers, thighs convulsing while screaming Mingi’s name. Trying to catch your breath you blush feeling embarrassed and guilty knowing that Mingi would most likely be rutting into his hand wishing it was you instead. Carefully you slip off your panties and use them to clean the cum off you, passing them through the small crack of Mingi’s bedroom door; chuckling as they disappear into the darkness. Shutting the door you make your way to the bathroom to shower before continuing your relaxing day.

You’re woken up by the sound of a low rumbling noise to which you figured was thunder, laying your head back down against your pillow to sleep. The noise doesn’t stop to your annoyance, getting up, making sure to put on your slippers and slowly trudging towards the kitchen. You pass Mingi’s makeshift bedroom, stopping in front of the door when you remember what today was. Fumbling to find your phone in your robe pocket, you check the time, 1:34am. Placing your phone onto the hallway’s table, you hesitated to reach for the bedroom’s doorknob, turning it slowly before pushing it open inch by inch.

“Mingi?” You call out, the door opens just barely enough for you to pop your head in to see if he is awake. You gasp to see your boyfriend crouched by the window, moonlight pouring over his body like a spotlight. He was naturally tall however now he was giant, his body covered in fur of a gray and black variety, his head turning to stare at you; a glowing yellow. Your body instinctively freezes into place as if you had absolutely no control over it, your eyes widening as he starts to move towards you, muscles rolling under his skin. Towering over you Mingi yanks you into the darkened bedroom, his hand easily able to fit around the entirety of your shoulders. His breath was hot against your skin as his wet nose brushed up against your neck smelling you, cringing when his rough tongue drags up your throat and behind your ear. Neither of you speak as Mingi growls into your ear, his claws gently dragging down your stomach to tear the robe from your body, the fabric spilling at your feet. Leaving you standing in nothing but a pair of panties and an old tank top, coldness wrapped around both your legs from the open window, shivering under him.

“Hi, Mingi.” You spoke quietly to your boyfriend as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist which was nearly impossible due to his size. Familiarity lingered in his eyes but you weren’t naive, knowing the human in Mingi wasn’t the one in control now but rather the wolf in him, gasping when he lays you against the bed with your legs still partially wrapped around him. He doesn’t hesitate to tear the tank top off you, claws slightly nicking against your skin when he feverishly rips your panties (not paying any attention to the painful marks of the fabric being ripped and rubbed raw against your skin). Leaning down, Mingi grows closer to your now exposed cunt, telling him to stop but he doesn’t listen to your requests, wrapping his large hands around your legs to spread them open. His breath is hot against your skin, making your already drenched cunt leak, fear subsiding now wanting to feel him on you desperately. His long textured tongue licks from your ass up to the slit of your cunt, short pressured flicking against your clit as he continues in a painfully long repetitive process. You cling to his arms whimpering as he lapped in between your folds, begging for him to slow down. Mingi growls at your words, answering your request by delving his tongue fully into your hole instead, causing your eyes to shoot open - - not used to the length nor the girth.

“Mingi, fuck, please hold on.” You breathlessly call out, squirming underneath his firm body, moaning loudly as he pins your legs down picking up pace with his tongue swearing you felt it reaching into your stomach. You grab a handful of his fur letting it intertwine between your fingers before going to scratch behind his ear telling him he was such a good boy. Mingi’s body freezes and you swear you could hear a content growl faintly coming from him. He retracted his tongue causing your thighs to shake from the sensation all while your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. Mingi growls, making you retain your attention back to him gasping loudly when you see his cock laying heavy in his hand. You glance frantically from it back up to his face babbling to him that it would be too big, whimpering as he pulls you closer by your thighs until you're nearly flushed to his body. You can’t understand his growls and grunts, your cunt dripping with need despite shaking in fear. He’s quick to notice this not taking his time to wrap your legs around his arms, pushing into you with one quick thrust. Tears cloud your vision but the pain turns rapidly into pleasure as his tongue laps at your nipples, thrusts deep and rough, his knot hitting against your cunt. You can feel every drag against your walls as he thrusts into you not caring how you clenched around him or as he bruised your cervix.

“Mingi, slow down, please.” You begged, whining as he seemed to double in size due to his orgasm growing closer. Part of you wants to get him off you but the other and much louder half of your brain causes you to force him closer, begging into his chest to breed you. Mingi’s chest rumbles under your face, your eyes shooting open as Mingi pushes his knot into you. It’s painful, making the tears that pricked the corners of your eyes to fall down your cheeks into his fur but you couldn’t begin to deny the pleasure that ran through your veins like fire. It swells in size as he cums, the bulge in your stomach growing as well with it. Your stomach ripples with the amount being pushed into you, whimpers falling from your swollen lips when Mingi drags his tongue up across your tear stained cheek presenting as a kiss. Staring down at the bulge in your stomach your mouth falls open as he slowly pulls out, the knot making a wet pop which makes your head fuzzier and the lewd noise pleasant on your ears. You slightly push your legs together, slightly disappointed at the loss of size, planting a kiss against Mingi’s nose when he leans down to your eye level.

He looks down at your stomach then back at you his golden eyes seemingly filled with pride and lust, air being knocked out of your lungs as he pushes back into you. You shake your head telling him you can’t go again, him pouting with a whine, as you sigh. Rubbing the fur against his forearm you tell him he’s such a good boy and would let you rest, looking up at him in shock before throwing your head back in defeat.

“Mingi, did you just cum, oh my god.”

He whines apologetically, you relaxing knowing it would take a few minutes now for you two to untie, warning Mingi to settle down or you’ll choke him out in the morning. Unsurprisingly, he swells at the threat, you hitting him against the chest as the process restarts.

It’ll be a miracle if you don’t end up having his pups by the end of the night.

[sgt-seabass]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓

✧˚ · . 𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

pairing — ceo!bucky x reader w/c — 1.3k this is a explicit fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫ closer warnings — smut (stuffie riding, handjob), pet play, puppy!reader, pet names (pup, puppy, baby), daddy kink, the reader doesn't talk in subspace (is that a warning? idk) bucky in that blue suit i stg a/n — written on my phone. not beta read. we die like men. idk seeing Seb in that suit made me horny and then this happened.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” Bucky’s voice called to you as he stood in front of the full-length mirror. He’d just finished getting ready for a fancy corporate function.

From your spot by the bed, you crawled on all fours to him, stopping a few feet away to let the sight of him sink in. A stunning navy suit, fitted perfectly, with satin appliques and a satin band around his hips.

“Closer, puppy.”

You followed Bucky’s direction, the tag on your collar jingling as you shuffled yourself further along the dark carpet. Knee-high socks with puppy paws on the bottoms covered your legs, stopping you from getting carpet burn since your short dress didn’t cover much.

“A little bit closer. Don’t get shy on me.” Bucky looped his fingers through your collar, pulling you until you were flush against his leg. You whined, the distinct scent of his cologne filling your nostrils. He always smelt divine. “You’re upset because you can’t come with me, aren’t you?”

When in subspace this deep, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak much, so you nodded. You wanted to go with Bucky, stay by his side. It was lonely in the penthouse without him.

You leant up, pawing at his stomach as you nuzzled against the satin band. It reminded you of when you were a child, and your baby blanket had satin lining around the edges. The feeling against the tip of your nose instantly soothed you, and when you looked up, you were met with Bucky’s darkening gaze.

“You’re a needy one today, aren’t you, pup? Hm? Just a silly little puppy needing some attention.” Bucky’s voice had grown hoarser, and before he’d even finished speaking he’d picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Puppies didn’t wear panties, so you could feel the satin against your thighs and core, making you whimper.

“You’re going to ruin my suit, sloppy pup.” Bucky’s chastisement had no heat to it. He could buy a million more if he wanted to. Bouncing you in his hold, Bucky brought you to the bed, sitting you down on the edge. “There is something else I want you to ruin, though.”

Your curious eyes watched as Bucky picked up your white and blue cat plush, the one you cuddled with at night while snuggled against Bucky’s side. There was a plethora of stuffies around the room, and you alternated who you slept with since you didn’t want them getting jealous, but the cat was one of your favourites. Instinctively, your grabby hands reached out for the toy, causing Bucky to laugh softly. “Daddy needs you to do something really important while he finishes getting ready, okay? It’s a super important task.”

That caught your attention. You lowered your hands and yipped, nodding your head and eagerly bouncing on the bed.

“Good girl. Daddy needs you to ride your little stuffie until you cum.”

It wasn’t the first time Bucky had you do this, but your toes curled against the carpet nonetheless from the order. Heat pooled in your core instantly, and you rubbed your thighs together.

Bucky smirked, placing the plush on the bed before looming over you. Your mouth watered. You wanted him, bad.

Puppies were meant to be patient. But you were always bad at waiting.

“Daddy wants to see your pretty puppy cunt before you hump your toy, baby.” Bucky pried your thighs open, pushing your knees to your chest as you leaned back against the bed.

“Look at that,” Bucky hummed, spitting against your cunt, the saliva dripping from your pussy to your ass. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on. Why don’t you give me a bark, pup? Daddy loves seeing your hole clench when you do it.”

You complied, letting out a whimpered moan before a bark. It was humiliating and liberating at the same time. Heat rushed up your neck and into your cheeks.

“Aw, is puppy embarrassed? You should be. Look how wet you are.” Bucky ran his fingers across your slit, collecting your wet before bringing his digits to his mouth. He moaned at the taste of you on his tongue. The sound you let out at the sight was obscene, your pussy practically throbbing for any kind of touch.

“Do you want daddy to violate your little holes, puppy?” Bucky licked his fingers clean before returning his grip to your thighs, pushing your legs open wide.

You nodded.

“Ah, but you were bad this morning, remember?”

A high whine left you. You’d interrupted Bucky while he was in his office with the door closed. It was his rule – if the door was closed, then it was serious business, and he wasn’t to be interrupted. But you couldn’t help yourself. You knew he was going out tonight and were already so bored. So you’d entered right in the middle of an important call. You’d distracted daddy when he needed to be entirely focused.

“Bad puppies don’t get daddy’s bone. But since I’m feeling nice, you still get to put on a little show for daddy.” Bucky shoved the toy against your pussy, the soft fur brushing against your clit as he ground the toy against you with his palm. “Close those legs and get to work.”

Bucky moved away when you closed your thighs around the stuffie, moving back to the mirror to fix up his suit. Through the reflection, he watched you, his cock visibly hard against his slacks.

It made you needier, if that was possible. You knelt on the bed with the plush between your thighs, lazily grinding your hips against it, your eyes fluttering from the pleasure.

“Faster.” Bucky’s gruff baritone sounded, and you started to move faster.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as you humped your toy, with Bucky’s watchful eyes on you as he adjusted himself. This was torture for himself as much as you, as if he was punishing himself for leaving you for the night.

Moans spilled from your mouth as your back arched, nipples peaking against the fabric of your dress. Having Bucky watch you like this was divine. The exhilaration amplified the bliss that was blooming in your core.

Heat flooded your body as you kept rutting against the toy, the pressure on your clit causing your breathing to quicken.

“That’s it, puppy, good girl. Keep going.”

You gasped when you looked at Bucky. One hand was splayed against the mirror to stabilise himself, the other holding his leaking cock. He ran lazy strokes up and down his dick, his eyes sinfully dark.

It was hard to keep the momentum as you watched Bucky begin fucking into his hand, his hips thrusting forwards as he moaned. You were both completely engrossed in each other, the air thick and full of lust.

You whimpered, struggling to keep going with your burning thighs, but you couldn’t stop. Not while Bucky was fucking you with his gaze. A tightness began forming in your abdomen, and your noises got louder.

“Fuck, fuck, just like that. Daddy wants to see you cum, baby. And you better fucking bark for daddy when you do.” Steam mottled the mirror where Bucky’s hand lay, heat radiating from him as he fucked his hand faster, matching the speed of your hips.

Seconds later, the tightness snapped you and barked out as you came. Your thighs tightened around the poor stuffie as your pussy clenched hard. You’d have to apologise to the plush later in case you hurt it.

But for now, you watched as Bucky came with a shout, his cum spurting against the mirror. It was a sight to behold as the white dribbled down the reflective surface.

Bucky caught your eye line, a smirk on his lips as he put himself away. “Better get this cleaned up before daddy leaves, don’t you think? Come put that tongue to good use, puppy.”

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Heyo! I am here to utilize the second of my 3 orders! (and to ask for more Tokyo Revengers because you mentioned you wanted more Tokyo Revengers prompts a few days back :P)

If it's okay, I'd like to order a Large Hot Chocolate with extra ice; topped with caramel drizzle and allspice :) The name on the order is Mikey and Draken :3

Thanks friend! I'll be back soon with the final prompt shortly! Here's my payment:

F R O G Y

This one sparks joy, thank you for the request

Baby boy Mikey always needs some lovin 🥹

Thank you for being one of my biggest supporters on my journey 😎.

I just finished writing this and HOO lord ouchie.

CW BELOW THE CUT: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 1!!! Injury trauma, panic symptoms.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

Draken didn’t have a single clue as to why his best friend had changed so much recently. Well, he knew one thing that was weighing the boy down, but there had to be more to it. Mikey was quieter… a trait that the older never thought that Mikey would possess. The smaller blonde was dismissive, shying away from contact and barely speaking up at meetings.

So what the hell had happened?

—

It bad been one week since Halloween, and an uncomfortable, albeit solemn, silence had washed over the Toman base. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells, especially around Mikey. Something was different, and as his childhood best friend, Draken figured he would be the best suited for the task.

Upon noticing the shorter blonde’s sleeping state on the couch, Draken removed the cardigan that was draped over his shoulders. He carefully brought it down to cover the boy up.

When it touched down on Mikey’s cold skin, the boy cuddled up to it with a slight tweak of his lips. He looked as if he had just been draped in the world’s greatest security blanket.

Draken smiled fondly, relieved that the younger blonde had finally gotten a little relief. He knelt down in front of Mikey’s face, absentmindedly brushing a few pieces of stray hair from the boy’s face.

As soon as the tattooed male’s hand came in contact with Mikey’s forehead, the blonde’s eyes snapped open and he hastily snatched Draken’s wrist.

“Mikey?”

The young boy was panting with wide eyes, but his facial features were enraged. The tattooed male could almost see the steam emitting from his friend’s head. “DO NOT TOUCH ME! DO NOT.”

“Mikey what’s-“

The boy shuffled to the other side of the couch, cowering from his friend and covering his head.

“Mikey!” Draken followed, not wanting to leave his best friend’s side in this state.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Mikey roared, “DRAKEN BACK THE HELL UP, I DON’T-“

“MANJIRO!” The older grasped the boy’s shoulders. “Are. you. alright?” Each word was emphasized. Draken stared into the panicked irises that were right in front of his face.

Mikey snapped out of his trance.

The tattooed male took in a deep breath, hoping Mikey would follow. To his relief, he did. Draken repeated the action twice more, hoping to put some sort of peace into the panicking boy.

“Okay, now, please just tell me what’s going on, Mikey. I don’t want to have to force it out of you.” Draken sounded exasperated, but he was not going to give up this fight. “It’s your head, right? You don’t like it when we touch your head anymore?”

“Left side… temple... yeah.” The younger hiccuped.

“Left side temp-?”

Oh.

Draken remembered it clearly now.

The crowbar, Kazutora, the Bloody Halloween.

“What about the rest of your body?” he inquired.

“For right now, it’s only been the left side of my temple… think I scared poor Takemichy shitless when I yelled at him. Anywhere else I’m- I’m not sure anymore.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Always have.”

Carefully, and within Mikey’s line of sight, Draken slowly brought his hand down to the crown of the boy’s head. He gently ran his fingers through the short locks of hair. No words were needed, so he opted to stay silent.

In an instant, Mikey broke down. He fell forward into his friend’s chest, desperate for more of the reassuring contact. His sobs were loud, laced with every emotion he had been feeling in the past week. “Please don’t leave me! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-to yell at you I don’t-“ the shorter boy choked on his cries, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Kenny.”

“It’s alright, I’ve got you… shh, shh, shh… it’s okay. I’m right here.” Draken soothed as he wrapped his free arm around Mikey, and continued to run his fingers through the boy’s hair. “I’ll always be here to help you feel better.”

As time passed, the boys passed the couch one by one, others in small groups. Offering silent reassurances to Draken, no one batted an eye at their lamenting commander, or their vice hugging him close.

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[starbudspresents]

Re.Gray 006 - Into the Castle

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♦ 153

Komui: Permission to storm the castle,1 sfx: gooon [groaning doors reach fully opened state] Komui: Allen Walker.

♦ 154

6th Night - Into the Castle

♦ 155

sfx: shaki [shink; Mugen coming back up to Allen's nose]

Allen: Ack—

Komui: Kanda, wait a minute. Wait.

Kanda: Komui...? The hell's going on here?

Komui: Oopsie-daisy, someone jumped to the wrong conclusion! That boy is Marshal Cross' apprentice. Komui: Come now, Foreman, say you're sorry—

Reever: Don't you put this on me!!

sfx: itatatata [ow ow ow ow, Komui pulling on the headset in Reever's ear to speak into it]

Komui: That Timcanpy is with him is more than proof enough. Komui: He's one of us.

♦ 156

sfx: pakoh [bonk] Lenalee: Honestly. Lenalee: He said stand down, didn't he? Lenalee: Come in before the gates close.

Allen & Kanda: ......

Lenalee: In!

sfx: gachan [gates closing again]

♦ 157

Lenalee: I'm the Director's assistant, Lenalee. Lenalee: I'll take you to him; follow me.

Allen: Lead the way.

sfx: kuru [Kanda turns on heel to stomp off] sfx: suta suta suta [stomp stomp stomp]

Allen: Oh, Allen: Kanda—

sfx: gira [GLARE]

Allen: That's your name, right? Allen: Pleasure.

♦ 158

Kanda: You're cursed, right? Like hell I'm shaking your hand.

sfx: gah gah gah [striding off]

Allen: Discrimination...

Lenalee: Don't mind him. Lenalee: He just got back from a mission, still a bit on edge.

Guard: A newbie, huh....

Guard: Barely out of diapers....

♦ 159

Guard: That hair had me thinking he was old.

Guard: Apparently it's because he's cursed.

Allen: ...Gossiping about me?

Guard: Wonder if the kid'll be all right....

Guard: Innocence really doesn't care how old you are.

Grand Marshals: Allen... Grand Marshals: Walker....

Allen: So this is the Black Order.

♦ 160

Lenalee: This is the mess hall. Lenalee: Here's the drill hall; it takes up the whole third floor. Lenalee: The common room. Lenalee: There's also the infirmary, and the archives. And our personal quarters, of course; I'll show you to yours later.

Allen: I get my own room!?

♦ 161

Lenalee: Every Exorcists leaves on their missions from here, Lenalee: so some of us have nicknamed it "home". 2 Lenalee: There are some who don't come back if they can help it, though.

Allen: Like Master. Allen: .... Allen: "Home", huh... Allen: Whoa! What's on this floor?

Lenalee: This f—? Never mind.

Allen: Sorry?

Lenalee: Never. Mind. Lenalee: Come on, let's keep going!

Allen: ?

Narration: It contains Division Director Komui's private laboratories.

Komui: You could've let him take a peek.

♦ 162

Komui: Hello and welcome! sfx: chikooon [Komui adjusts his glasses, radiates charm] Komui: Komui Lee, Director of the Science Division, at your service! Komui: We're very glad to have you, Allen. Komui: That was quite the debacle earlier, wasn't it?

Everyone: And whose fault was that....

Komui: Now let's have your arm, please.

Allen: Huh?

Komui: Kanda gave it a good scratch during your little tiff, didn't he? Komui: No need to be shy.

♦ 163

sfx: bih biri [tremble, twitch]

sfx: fumu [hmm] Komui: As I feared, it's infringing on your nervous system. Komui: Lenalee, fetch the anaesthetic. Komui: Can you boot it up for me? 3

Allen: Oh, um, all right. Allen: Initializing—

Komui: Ooh.

sfx: vun [arm expanding]

Komui: Hmm.

♦ 164

Komui: So you're a parasitic type! 4

Allen: Parasitic... type?

sfx: kotsu [clink]

Komui: Yes, an Accommodator whose weapon is part of their body. 5 Komui: There are many types of anti-Akuma weapon, but yours is the most unusual.

sfx: SHAKA [horrifying drill guns rev up]

helmet: SCIENCE DIVISION

Komui: With parasitic Accommodators, the more synced their weapons are to their bodies, the more susceptible they are to this effect. 6

Allen: What's all that for?

Komui: Hm? Repairs. Komui: Afraid this'll be a bit shocking. sfx: gira [glint] Komui: I suggest you avert your eyes to avoid some trauma.

Allen: H— Hang on—

♦ 165

Komui: Go! ♫

Allen: AHHHHH

sfx: giri gori buchi do [myriad grotesqueries]

Reever: There they go....

Tup: So brutal....

sfx: DO DO DO DO DO [a drill-shaped jackhammer, jackhammering]

Lenalee: Komui? Should we bring him over after this? Lenalee: We still need to make sure he's basically human, right?

Komui: Hm? No, no, it's fine. He's human.

Lenalee: How do you know?

Komui: Humanity is the only species in this world vulnerable to such things as "curses".

helmet: SCIENCE DIVISION

♦ 166

Komui: The anaesthetic paralysis won't wear off until tomorrow, but you're all fixed up! ♪

sfx: zuuun [Allen, a zombie] Allen: Mustn't... damage arm... ever again...

Komui: Come now. Komui: Parasitic types do have side effects, but they'll exceptionally rare~! Komui: You're one of the chosen few. You'll be able to get the most out of your Innocence. 7

sfx: un [hum of hovervator descent]

Allen: ? Innocence?

♦ 167

Grand Marshals: He speaks of God's Innocence. Grand Marshals: All-knowing, all-powerful, so on and so forth. 8

sfx: un [hum of hovervator descent]

Grand Marshals: Another... We have once again attained... God.... 9 Komui: Our top brass, the Grand Marshals. 10 Komui: Go on now. Show our esteemed superiors what you're made of.

Allen: ...What?

♦ 168

Allen: !!!

♦ 169

sfx: gan [yoink]

Allen: Wh—!?

Hevlaska: In... In... Hevlaska: Inno.... Hevlaska: Innocence....

♦ 170

sfx: zu zu [feathery tendrils digging into flesh]

sfx: biki [wince] Allen: What in the— Initialize, O cross!

Komui: Quit that, it won't work. I told you: the anaesthetic won't wear off till tomorrow.

Allen: ! Komui...!

sfx: niko [smile] Komui: That cross of yours is truly magnificent, Allen.

Komui: So, Hevlaska, how do you find

♦ 171

Komui: this holy Apostle? Komui: Does he suit your tastes?

♦ 172

LENALEE LEE Chinese | 16 years old Height: 166cm (5'5) Weight: 48kg (106lbs) Birthday: February 20th Pisces, blood type B

♦ Like Allen, Lenalee as a character predates this manga. She might even predate Allen himself, actually.

♦ I waffled a lot over the design for the female Order uniform. Because I took my time, though, I'm satisfied with the final results.

♦ Lenalee's ideals are loosely modelled after a real person's too, but my manager cracked up so hard when I told him whose that I've sworn to tell no one else.

♦♥♦

FOOTNOTES

入城 nyuujou is a term used when a besieging force has breached the castle gates and gained entry, but the actual kanji itself just mean "castle entry", so it's... not quite a pun, more of a cultural joke referring to Allen's initial miscategorization as an "enemy". The word is also the chapter title, but it sounded awkward there so I went with the benign version for that. [ ♠ ]

"Home" is written in katakana as a direct loanword from English. I'll just point out that Allen doesn't remember ever having had one of those before, let alone his own room. [ ♠ ]

Term: 発動 hatsudou is a term we're going to see a lot, and I've been giving myself headaches over how to effectively translate it for years.

Essentially, outside of legal contexts, it means to "put into operation", as in "start" an engine or "boot" a computer. Even the word for "engine" is 発動機 hatsudouki: "an apparatus put into operation". Anti-Akuma weapons are... I think the closest word might be "appliances", in that a) they require power to run, b) they have to be turned on (and will then run for a period of time before ceasing operations), and c) they're designed to perform specific functions.

The problem is that in the Japanese, the term is often used as an imperative — asking or ordering a weapon to power up, usually via a targeted thought — and that's not exactly a thing we do with our dishwashers. We don't have a cool, snappy way to say "start doing the thing". Therefore, my compromise: I'm going to translate the word to whatever we'd say to or about a computer.

"Can you boot it up for me?" "While it's running, it can do this and this." "Initializing..." etc.

If the term crops up somewhere interesting and it really matters that it's been the same term all along, I'll explain that in a footnote, but overall I hope this option will sound the most natural and convey the intended meaning most accurately in most instances. Fingers crossed. [ ♠ ]

Mismatch. Kanji: 型 gata "type, category" Furigana: タイプ taipu "type" written as an English loanword This isn't super important yet, but do remember that "type" as an English loanword refers specifically to top-level categories of Innocence, ie. "parasitic", "equipment", and later "crystal". [ ♠ ]

Term: 適合者 tekigousha is an invented compound meaning "one who accommodates". The word "Accommodate" is actually written out in English soon, so we can be very sure that "Accommodator" was the intended term. [ ♠ ]

Another jargon term with a kanji/furigana mismatch: Kanji: 同調 douchou "accord, attunement, alignment", essentially "being of the same mind, heart, opinion, or intent" Furigana: シンクロ shinkuro "sync, synchro, synchronization" If you've seen Evangelion, pretty much same deal here. [ ♠ ]

Term: イノセンス inosensu, "Innocence" as a katakana loanword from English. It's a proper noun, like a brand name (ie. "God's Kalashnikov"), and should be capitalized accordingly. [ ♠ ]

全知全能の力 zenchi zennou no chikara. This involves something we don't quite have in English called 四字熟語 yojijukugo "four-character idioms", which are kind of a combination between short pithy sayings (much like the Scots "affen ettle, whiles hit" in Night 4) and poetic cultural memes which sum up the morals of various folktales and parables in a few short, not necessarily related characters (an English example might be "sour grapes" from Aesop's fables, which means nothing on its own but is understood by our culture to refer to someone who resentfully devalues something they wanted but couldn't attain).

In this case, the yojijukugo most literally means "all knowledge, all power", and is used to communicate that someone or something has no limits to their competence or capability. It's also used to describe God's qualities "omniscience and omnipotence", leaving out "omnipresence". All told, we're meant to get the impression that Innocence is extremely powerful, flexible, and broad-ranging in its uses, perhaps even "almighty". [ ♠ ]

This sentence is intentionally vague even in Japanese, but the connotations are as such:

♦ また一つ mata hitotsu = "mata" on its own means "again" or "another", while "hitotsu" means "one (discrete countable object)";

♦ 我らは warera wa = "we have"; the "ware" here is the same kanji as the "waga" in the Earl's "wagahai", the plural first-person pronoun

♦ 神を手に入れた kami o te ni ireta = "acquired (...) a god, or God"

"We have once again acquired (one of) God" doesn't make any sense in English, but it's because we don't know what exactly that "one of" refers to. A whole god? A piece of God? Something belonging to God? It's not clear. Therefore, I put in an extra ellipsis to show that they are literally being too vague for a layman listener like Allen to make sense of things. [ ♠ ]

Here's another reason I opted to translate 元帥 gensui as "marshal" rather than "general": a "grand general" isn't really a thing outside of Star Wars, but a "grand marshal" absolutely is. Better yet, it's a weird hybrid title that was built off the military "field marshal" rank, but was initially used more often by the heads of religious orders (like this one!). It outranks "field marshal", but the position is almost always more ceremonial than practical, keeping its bearers safe inside rather than out on the field. A grand marshal need not ever have been a field marshal to rise to the rank, if they come from a different branch of power (ie, religiously appointed). These people command the Exorcists, but may not be Exorcists themselves, or have ever seen battle against the Earl's forces at all. [ ♠ ]

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♫︎ YOUR EYES ONLY | P.SH

╰ sugar talking, your eyes only, yeah

YOUR EYES ONLY: sunghoon has a secret, something he has only kept to himself. he has a ability, something which shows him what someone is thinking or what is gonna happen to them in future but all of it stops upon you, why? . GENRE: fluff. . WARNINGS: use of cuss words, kisses, alcohol, not proofread. . WORD COUNT: 10.1k

adele’s note : : I would just like to thank all those who read my previous fics, it really made my day. about this fic, i’m not really sure. this didn't match my expectations and turned out idk so predictable and boring but I hope it doesn't seem as bad as I think it turned out to be.

THE sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the school courtyard where you stood with clenched fists, staring at Sunghoon in utter disbelief. He had his usual smug expression plastered on his face, the one that made your blood boil every time he was near. The soft breeze played with the stray strands of your hair, and you could hear the distant chatter of students leaving for the day, completely unaware of the scene unfolding between the two of you.

You had spent the entire afternoon in the quiet corner of the library, pouring your heart out into a love letter meant for someone else. The carefully chosen words and delicate decorations were a manifestation of your shy, bottled-up feelings, all neatly folded into that precious piece of paper. But now, Sunghoon stood there, casually leaning against the wall with one foot propped up, his arms crossed over his chest as if he owned the entire universe. In his hand was your letter, now crumpled into an unrecognizable ball.

“What the heck are you doing?” you snapped, your voice laced with anger and hurt as you glared at him. Your hands were balled into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms, trying to keep your composure as your eyes darted from his face to the crumpled paper.

Sunghoon’s expression remained cold and unbothered, his dark eyes scanning you with an unreadable glint. He stood there with a lazy confidence, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other still clutching the crushed letter. He didn’t even bother to look at the ruined letter as he spoke, his tone dripping with a casual indifference that only fueled your frustration.

“Helping you out,” he muttered nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His voice was calm, almost bored, and the way he spoke made you feel like you were the one being unreasonable.

You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer to him, the distance between you shrinking but the tension growing thick like the humid air before a storm. “Helping me out?” you echoed, your voice rising in pitch as your eyes bore into his, searching for any hint of sincerity or remorse. “How does destroying my letter count as helping?”

Sunghoon shrugged, the movement so casual it made your skin prickle with irritation. His eyes flickered away from yours, scanning the emptying courtyard as if there were something far more interesting to watch than your anger. “He was gonna reject you anyways,” he said simply, his voice flat and detached, as though he were stating a fact rather than delivering a painful blow to your hopes.

Your mouth fell open slightly, caught between shock and the stinging bite of his words. Sunghoon’s casual cruelty never ceased to amaze you, but this time it felt personal. You took another step forward, your posture rigid with indignation, while he stayed annoyingly relaxed, his stance never faltering.

“Don’t you think you’re being too rude?” you muttered through clenched teeth, your voice tinged with the hurt you tried so hard to mask with anger. His indifference was like salt on a fresh wound, and you hated how he always seemed to know exactly how to get under your skin. You glanced down at the crumpled letter in his hand, feeling the sting of tears welling up despite your best efforts to keep them at bay.

Sunghoon met your gaze with an unflinching stare, one that held no apology, only a cold certainty that made your stomach churn. He turned his head slightly, tossing the letter into the nearby trash can with a careless flick of his wrist, as if discarding your feelings was no more difficult than throwing away a piece of litter.

“It took me hours to write and decorate it,” you added, your voice cracking slightly as the reality of what he had done sank in. You watched the letter fall into the trash, a mix of frustration and sadness clawing at your chest. Sunghoon didn’t even glance back at it, his focus entirely on you, as if waiting to see how you would react, feeding off the turmoil he caused.

Sunghoon simply scoffed, the sound low and dismissive, his lips curling into a faint smirk that only deepened your dislike for him. “Time better spent,” he said cryptically, pushing off the wall with a smooth, effortless motion. He straightened his posture, towering over you slightly, the space between you charged with unspoken words and simmering resentment.

You watched him turn away, his back straight and strides confident, as though he hadn’t just shattered a piece of your heart. His hands were tucked into his pockets now, a picture of casual arrogance, and for a moment you wondered what made him so cold, so utterly unfazed by the pain he caused.

As he walked away, each step slow and deliberate, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of hatred and curiosity. There was something about Sunghoon—something hidden beneath his icy demeanor that you couldn’t quite understand, and that unknown only made your resentment burn hotter.

You watched until he disappeared around the corner, leaving you alone in the dimming light of the courtyard, staring at the trash can where your crumpled love letter lay discarded. You hated him so damn much, yet couldn’t deny the unsettling pull of wanting to know why.

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the bustling school grounds as students shuffled in, their chatter blending into a low hum of excitement for the day ahead. You walked along the familiar path to your high school, the slight chill of the morning breeze ruffling your hair. As you approached the entrance, your eyes landed on him—Shen Ricky, the boy who made your heart race and your thoughts scatter like confetti every time he was near.

There he stood, leaning against the school gate, looking effortlessly cool in his school uniform. His blonde hair, though clearly dyed, shone under the sunlight, catching every glint and shimmer, as if it were spun from gold. The sight of him made your breath hitch and your heart thud in your chest like a drumbeat, drowning out every rational thought.

His easy-going posture and the casual way he chatted with a friend only added to his allure, leaving you utterly starstruck. You swallowed nervously, your palms suddenly clammy against the rose you clutched tightly in your hand—a single bloom you had picked up on your way, unable to afford a proper bouquet but too determined to let that stop you.

“Ricky!” you called out, your voice breaking slightly as you tried to sound more confident than you felt. The moment his name left your lips, his head turned in your direction, his expression brightening with a smile that seemed to light up the whole schoolyard. His smile—oh, that smile—made your knees feel weak, your resolve both strengthened and faltered in the same breath.

Ricky’s smile grew as he walked over to you, each step so smooth, so natural, that it felt like time slowed down just for this moment. The gentle way he moved, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, and the slight tilt of his head as he approached—all of it made your heart flutter uncontrollably.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice a perfect mix of casual friendliness and that sweet, effortless charm that always had you reeling. He stood in front of you now, close enough that you could catch a faint whiff of his cologne—a crisp, clean scent that somehow made him even more captivating. You were friends, just casual friends, but every small kindness, every word he spoke to you felt like a treasure, something to be cherished and tucked away in the corners of your heart.

You blinked, trying to steady yourself as the reality of what you were about to do hit you full force. This was it. The moment you had been waiting for, rehearsing in your mind over and over, picturing how you would finally confess the feelings that had been bubbling inside you for so long. Your grip tightened on the rose, its delicate petals trembling in your hands just as much as you were.

“I…” You began, your voice catching slightly as nerves threatened to take over. But this was your chance, and you didn’t want to let it slip away. With a shaky breath, you summoned every ounce of courage you had, lifting the rose between you, its soft pink petals a stark contrast against the crisp white of your school uniform. “Ricky, I really like y—”

But before you could finish, something—or rather, someone—interrupted you. A hand clamped over your mouth, the suddenness of it making you gasp in surprise, your words dying on your lips. The rose wobbled in your grip, your eyes widening as you tried to process what just happened. The familiar scent of leather and the cool touch of rings on your skin gave away the identity of your uninvited interrupter. You turned your head, your eyes narrowing in disbelief as they met the icy, indifferent gaze of Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood behind you, his expression as unreadable as ever, his hand still firmly pressed over your mouth as if you were a doll whose speech could be silenced at will. His grip was firm yet gentle, not enough to hurt but enough to stop you in your tracks. You could feel his presence towering over you, the heat radiating from his body as he leaned in slightly, his face dangerously close to yours.

“She likes your shirt, it’s good,” Sunghoon finished for you, his voice cold and clipped, delivering the words with an air of nonchalance that made your stomach twist in frustration. He released his hand from your mouth slowly, as if savoring the control he wielded over the situation. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of anger, embarrassment, and something else you couldn’t quite name surging through you as you watched Ricky’s confused expression.

Ricky blinked, clearly thrown off by the abrupt shift in the conversation, but being the polite person he was, he simply nodded, a small, puzzled smile tugging at his lips. “Uh, thanks?” he replied, his tone uncertain as he glanced between you and Sunghoon. The awkwardness lingered in the air, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, mortification flooding you as Ricky gave a quick wave and turned to walk away, leaving you standing there, holding the rose and your thwarted confession.

You turned to Sunghoon, your eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and humiliation. He had stepped back now, his posture still relaxed, hands once again tucked into his pockets, as if he hadn’t just derailed one of the most important moments of your life. His expression remained impassive, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Ricky’s retreating figure.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you snapped, your voice rising as you tried to contain the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. Sunghoon met your glare with his usual calm, unfazed demeanor, his eyes flicking to the rose still clutched in your hand, the petals now slightly crushed from your tight grip.

He shrugged, the motion slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. “Trust me, I did you a favor,” he said simply, his tone flat and unbothered, as though his actions were somehow justified in his twisted logic. He turned on his heel, leaving you standing there, heart still racing and cheeks still burning from the humiliating encounter.

You watched him walk away, your mind a tangled mess of frustration and confusion. Sunghoon was like a puzzle you couldn’t solve, and you hated how he always seemed to have the upper hand. As you stood there, clutching the now-meaningless rose, you couldn’t help but wonder why Sunghoon always found a way to insert himself into your life, and why, despite the anger simmering inside you, you couldn’t entirely shake the curiosity that kept drawing you back to him.

The final bell rang, and the corridors filled with the chaotic buzz of students eager to head home. You spotted Sunghoon near the lockers, his usual smug expression on display as he chatted casually with his friends. Your anger, simmering since that morning's ordeal, boiled over. Determined, you marched up to him, grabbing him by the shoulders with a force that made him stumble slightly, caught off guard.

"Do you hate me so much that you want to mess up my love life?" you demanded, your voice laced with frustration. Sunghoon’s eyebrows arched, his signature eye roll coming into play as he glanced over at his friends, who were now paying keen attention to the unfolding drama.

"Why would you think that?" he asked, his tone dripping with a mix of sarcasm and disinterest. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the locker with an infuriatingly calm demeanor. His friends stood nearby, whispering among themselves but clearly entertained by the spectacle.

"Because I didn’t know you before," you continued, your voice rising slightly, fueled by the pent-up rage that had been festering since the first time Sunghoon interfered. "We never talked! And then you just… approached me, acted like we were casual friends, and now this? I don’t understand, Sunghoon!" Your words spilled out in a heated rant, each syllable tinged with the raw hurt that Sunghoon’s actions had caused.

He tilted his head, unfazed by your outburst. "You hate being friends with me, is that what you’re saying?" he shot back, his tone challenging, eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. He wasn’t backing down; if anything, he was leaning into the confrontation, relishing in it.

"That's… not what I said," you stuttered, momentarily thrown off balance by his sharp retort. But the image of Ricky's confused face earlier that morning flashed in your mind, reigniting the fire in your chest. You took a step closer, your grip on Sunghoon's shoulders tightening as you tried to make sense of his motives.

"I mean, I like Ricky. You know that. And yet, you tore up my love letter to him—crumpled it up like it was nothing. Even today, you pulled that stunt! Why, Sunghoon? What’s your problem?" Your voice cracked slightly, the raw vulnerability in your words surprising even yourself. The hurt in your gaze was unmistakable, and for a brief moment, Sunghoon’s smug expression faltered, replaced by something unreadable.

"Why?" you pressed, your voice softer now but still laden with confusion. Sunghoon opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, a gentle hand rested on your shoulder, drawing your attention away. You turned, your heart skipping a beat as Ricky stood beside you, his warm smile instantly melting away the tension that had been suffocating you.

"Are you free?" Ricky asked, his voice soft but filled with a casual confidence that made your cheeks flush. You blinked, momentarily forgetting the heated argument with Sunghoon as Ricky’s presence enveloped you in a wave of comforting familiarity.

"No, she's not," Sunghoon interjected sharply, his grip tightening on your other shoulder. His voice was laced with irritation, and his eyes flicked between you and Ricky with a mix of defiance and something that almost looked like jealousy. The tension between the two boys crackled in the air, palpable and intense.

"Is that so?" Ricky responded coolly, not backing down in the slightest. His gaze shifted to Sunghoon, a challenge silently exchanged between them. You hesitated, feeling the weight of both their expectations pressing down on you, but the softness in Ricky’s eyes was too hard to resist.

You brushed off Sunghoon’s hand, stepping closer to Ricky. A shy smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. "I’m free," you said softly, your voice wavering slightly under the weight of the moment. Ricky’s face lit up with that heart-melting smile of his, and he draped an arm around your shoulder, steering you away from the lockers and the lingering tension.

As you walked with Ricky, the two of you fell into easy conversation. His warmth and kindness were a stark contrast to Sunghoon’s icy demeanor, and being around him made you feel light and free. You laughed at something Ricky said, the sound soft and genuine, and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him, your admiration only growing. There was something so sweet about him, so earnest, that made you fall for him all over again.

Behind you, Sunghoon watched the two of you walk away, his expression darkening with every step you took. He scoffed under his breath, a bitter edge creeping into his features as he turned back to his friends, who were now nudging him playfully, trying to gauge his reaction. Sunghoon shrugged them off, shoving his hands into his pockets as he started walking, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t quite untangle. He watched you from a distance, his chest tightening with an unspoken frustration, and for the first time, the cracks in his cold façade began to show.

The air between you and Ricky was thick with anticipation as you pressed closer to him, your breaths mingling in the small space that separated you. "Mm... say you like me... please..." you whispered urgently against his lips, your voice trembling with need. You searched his eyes, hoping for the words you so desperately needed to hear, but Ricky simply hummed in response, his lips crashing onto yours with a fervor that sent shivers down your spine. His kiss was intense, his tongue slipping into your mouth, making your heart race wildly in your chest.

Your thoughts spun in a chaotic whirlwind. Was this just a fleeting moment for him, a game to be played and then discarded? Or did this mean as much to him as it did to you? The questions swirled in your mind, each one more agonizing than the last as his hands roamed your body. You needed assurance, something to anchor you in the reality of this moment, but his actions left you teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

Ricky's hand reached for the zipper of your dress, fingers deftly tracing the fabric as he pulled it down with a practiced ease. "Ricky..." you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, but laced with a desperation that cut through the heated silence.

There was an emptiness in his gaze, a distance that made you feel as though you were miles apart despite the closeness of your bodies. His touches were skilled, but they lacked the warmth you craved, the reassurance that he felt the same depth of emotions as you did. It was as if he were with you in body but not in spirit, and that realization stung more than you cared to admit.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that his interest in you only extended as far as the physical. The connection you hoped to find in his touch was conspicuously absent, replaced by a cold detachment that left you feeling hollow. Your hands clutched at him, trying to pull him closer, to close the distance that his indifferent touch had created, but the truth lingered in the back of your mind, insistent and undeniable. He didn’t love you, not the way you wanted him to. And maybe, just maybe, he never would.

Sunghoon jolted awake, gasping as his eyes flew open, the vision dissipating like smoke around him. His heart pounded wildly, the remnants of the dream clinging to him like a stubborn fog. He sat up in bed, his breath ragged as he tried to shake off the lingering images. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the strands that had fallen over his forehead.

What the hell was that? He rubbed his eyes, trying to ground himself in the reality of his room. Sunghoon had always had visions, flashes of people and places that he couldn’t quite place, but they had never felt this personal, this invasive. It was always random strangers before, glimpses of lives that had no connection to his own. But now, it was you.

And it wasn’t just once. It was always you, over and over, caught in moments that Sunghoon felt he had no right to see. His frustration bubbled up, a mixture of confusion and irritation. Why was this happening? What was it about you that had somehow become tangled in his strange, unexplainable gift? Sunghoon clenched his fists, staring blankly at the wall as he tried to piece together the answer, but the more he thought about it, the further it seemed to slip away.

Why you? Why now? And why, for the first time, did it feel like more than just a vision?

And so, the next week was nothing short of a whirlwind, chaotic and unpredictable, but somehow, here Sunghoon was, supporting your drunken self as you stumbled along the sidewalk, your mumbled words barely coherent. The night air was cool, a gentle breeze ruffling your hair as you leaned heavily against him, your steps unsteady. Sunghoon tightened his grip, wrapping an arm securely around your shoulders to keep you upright.

“Why the hell would you drink if you can’t handle it?” he muttered under his breath, a mix of annoyance and concern lacing his voice. He glanced at you, your face flushed and eyes glazed, the aftermath of too many drinks taking its toll.

"Ricky..." you whimpered, your voice cracking as fresh tears spilled over. “He was with a girl.” Your words were slurred, the betrayal evident in your tone as you clung to Sunghoon, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence.

Sunghoon sighed, his expression tightening with a hint of frustration. "I told you, he doesn’t like you,��� he said, his voice low but firm. “You should’ve listened to me.” There was no malice in his words, only the blunt truth that he knew you needed to hear, even if it stung.

“But... I thought...” you trailed off, your mind muddled and heart aching. “Am I ugly? Why doesn’t he like me?” The self-doubt poured out in a soft, drunken lament, your thoughts spiraling as you tried to make sense of Ricky’s indifference. Suddenly, a giggle bubbled up from your throat, unexpected and slightly delirious, as you caught sight of a couple kissing passionately in the shadows of the dimly lit street.

“He was kissing her just like that,” you muttered, your giggle turning bitter, the sound tinged with heartbreak as you pointed at the couple. They broke apart, startled by your slurred commentary, their expressions quickly morphing into awkward discomfort as they glanced your way.

Sunghoon, ever the quick thinker, shot them an apologetic smile, raising a hand in a gesture of reassurance. “She’s just drunk,” he explained, his voice calm and composed, though the situation was anything but. He quickly steered you away, guiding you through the bustling streets with a practiced ease, his arm still draped protectively over your shoulder.

As you continued to lean into him, your steps uneven and your words a jumble of sadness and inebriation, Sunghoon couldn’t help but feel a mix of exasperation and something softer, a quiet resolve to see you safely home. The city lights flickered around you, casting long shadows on the pavement as he navigated the familiar route.

Sunghoon practically dragged you to your dorm room, your steps uncoordinated and wobbly, your weight slumping heavily against him. Once outside your door, he pressed you against it, using his body to keep you upright, his chest firm against your back as he supported you. Your giggles bubbled up, light and drunken, and Sunghoon gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the way your breath tickled his neck.

"What are you doing?" you slurred with a drunken giggle, feeling his hands patting down your sides and front as he searched your pockets. The heat of his body against yours was oddly comforting, a stark contrast to the cool surface of the door.

"Checking for your keys," he muttered tersely, trying to keep his focus as he fumbled through your belongings. His fingers brushed against your hip, then your thigh, his movements efficient and hurried, but still the closeness registered. Sunghoon’s breath hitched slightly, the sudden awareness of how intimately close he was hitting him just as a sharp voice broke the silence.

"What the hell do you think you two are doing?" A volunteer from the hostel had appeared at the end of the hall, her eyes wide with suspicion as she took in the sight of the two of you pressed tightly together. Sunghoon’s face flushed instantly, and he jerked away from you, his sudden movement leaving you swaying precariously.

"She's sick!" Sunghoon stammered, grabbing you just in time before you collapsed onto the floor. He caught you awkwardly, his grip tightening around your waist as he tried to keep you steady. You blinked up at him, disoriented, your gaze glassy and unfocused.

"Doesn’t look like it," the volunteer said, her expression stern and her eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and disapproval. She crossed her arms, taking a step closer as she eyed Sunghoon warily. "If I see or hear anything weird, I’ll have to kick you out."

"Yes, ma’am," Sunghoon nodded quickly, his tone placating as he offered her a stiff, nervous smile. He barely managed to get the door open with one hand while keeping you upright with the other, and he guided you into your room, carefully closing the door behind him.

You stumbled inside, your vision swimming as you tried to make sense of the blurry figure in front of you. In your drunken haze, Sunghoon’s dark hair and sharp eyes morphed into someone else entirely. “Ricky...” you mumbled dreamily, your voice soft as if you were speaking to a lover in the night. Sunghoon rolled his eyes, his patience fraying as he steered you toward the couch, helping you down gently.

“God, why’d you drink?” he groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The soft lighting of your dorm room cast shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw as he looked down at you, sprawled out on the couch, your cheeks flushed and your eyes half-lidded.

"I..." you started, your voice trailing off as you stared at him. Your gaze was unfocused, the alcohol blurring the lines of reality, and all you could see was Ricky’s face staring back at you.

Sunghoon bent down to adjust the pillow behind your head, and in that moment, you leaned forward, your movements clumsy but earnest, capturing his lips in a kiss. Your lips brushed his, soft and eager, tasting faintly of the alcohol you’d consumed. Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the moment as you tried to pour every unspoken feeling into that kiss.

Sunghoon froze, his entire body tensing at the unexpected contact. For a brief, fleeting second, he didn’t move, stunned by the softness of your lips against his. But then reality snapped back, harsh and unyielding, and he pulled away, his expression hardening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice sharp, tinged with disbelief and something else he couldn’t quite identify. Anger? Frustration? A strange ache in his chest that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

"I love you..." you murmured, your words slurred and heartfelt, but Sunghoon’s heart sank as you continued, "...Ricky."

Sunghoon sighed deeply, his gaze narrowing as he studied your face, now relaxed and peaceful as you slumped back onto the couch, slipping into unconsciousness. Of course, it wasn’t him you were seeing. It was never him. He clenched his fists, the sting of your misplaced affection settling heavily in his chest.

"I'm not Ricky," Sunghoon said quietly, more to himself than to you. He had always known, hadn’t he? The visions that plagued him, the dreams that showed glimpses of your thoughts and desires—none of them ever pointed to him. But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

You muttered something incoherent, reaching out blindly as if searching for the comfort of Ricky’s embrace. Sunghoon watched, the weight of your unrequited feelings pressing down on him as he stepped back, distancing himself from the bittersweet moment. He turned away, heading toward the door and pausing only to ensure it was securely closed behind him.

"Stupid girl," he whispered under his breath, a mix of exasperation and an unspoken sadness clouding his expression. "She thinks about Ricky even after seeing him kiss another girl."

He shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as he made his way down the empty corridor. The taste of your kiss lingered, bittersweet and haunting, as he wondered—not for the first time—why he kept finding himself drawn to you despite knowing the truth.

Weeks had passed since that night, and you made it your mission to avoid Ricky, burying your feelings deep within. Whether it was genuine attraction or just infatuation, you couldn’t quite decide. Your heart, once easily swayed by his charm, now felt quieter, less desperate. But there was something—someone else, maybe—that kept you in an odd state of confusion.

Sunghoon had been by your side through it all, his sharp gaze always lingering a little too long, his words biting and unforgiving. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but he was there, hovering in the background like a silent guardian.

You let out a soft yawn, stretching your arms lazily above your head as you sat across from Sunghoon in the campus café. The warm afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the bustling scene. Sunghoon’s eyes never left you, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement as he leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re not going to dwell on Ricky ever again, are you?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and something else—a flicker of concern that he tried hard to mask.

You shot him an annoyed look, your lips pressing into a thin line. “Of course not,” you replied, trying to sound convincing, but the tightness in your chest betrayed you. Sunghoon’s eyes narrowed, reading the uncertainty that you tried to hide behind your casual demeanor.

Sunghoon arched an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as if he could see right through your feeble attempt at indifference. “Sure,” he scoffed, his tone dripping with disbelief. “You’ve moved on, just like that?”

But your resolve was tested when, not even five minutes later, Ricky walked in. His tall figure commanded attention, and that effortless charm—the kind that made everyone turn their heads—was on full display. You caught a glimpse of his smile, that boyish, confident grin that had once set your heart on fire. Your stomach did a familiar flip, and despite your best efforts, your pulse quickened.

You tried to keep your expression neutral, but Sunghoon’s eyes were fixed on you, scrutinizing every micro-expression, every twitch of your lips. He saw the way your breath hitched, the subtle flush that crept up your neck, and he didn’t miss the way your fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of your sweater.

Ricky’s smile flashed in your direction, a casual acknowledgment that felt like a jolt of electricity straight to your heart. You swallowed hard, keeping your gaze steady, but inside, your thoughts were a mess.

“Oh god, he's so hot. I wish he’d just—” Sunghoon couldn't help but mimic in your voice, about everything he's hearing from your mind about Ricky.

Sunghoon’s sudden movement caught you off guard as he leaned closer, his voice low and taunting. “Seriously? Already back at it?” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

You whipped around, your eyes wide as you clamped a hand over his mouth. The touch was sudden, your palm pressing firmly against his lips to silence him. Sunghoon’s eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with a playful glint as he peeled your hand away.

“Shut the hell up,” you hissed, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You could feel the heat of his skin under your touch, and the sudden proximity made your heart race for reasons you didn’t want to examine too closely.

Sunghoon licked his lips, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “How did you even know what I was thinking?” you demanded, your voice a mix of frustration and disbelief. You still weren’t used to how unnervingly perceptive he was, how he always seemed to know exactly what was on your mind.

Sunghoon leaned back, crossing his arms with a smug expression. “So you admit you were thinking about him?” he shot back, his tone teasing but laced with an underlying challenge.

“Nope,” you denied quickly, your voice higher than you intended. “Not at all.”

“Oh, I totally believe you,” Sunghoon replied, sarcasm dripping from his words. He watched you with that all-too-knowing gaze, the one that made you feel exposed and defensive. His eyes lingered on your flushed cheeks, the way you tried to look anywhere but at Ricky, and the slight tremble in your hands as you pulled your coffee cup closer.

Sunghoon’s expression softened just a fraction, his eyes flicking over your face as if searching for something—some truth you weren’t ready to admit. He sighed, leaning in closer again, his elbows resting on the table as he propped his chin in his hand. The movement brought him closer to you, his knee brushing against yours under the table, a touch so subtle yet electrifying.

“Look,” he said, his voice gentler now, almost a whisper. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I get it, okay? I see you.”

His words hung between you, heavy with unspoken meaning, and for a moment, the café seemed to fade into the background. It was just the two of you, the space between narrowing with every heartbeat. Sunghoon’s gaze held yours, and for a fleeting second, it felt like you were both on the edge of something—something new, something uncharted.

You swallowed hard, your resolve wavering under the intensity of his stare. The romantic tension was palpable, lingering in the air like a charged current. Sunghoon’s lips parted, as if he was about to say something more, but instead, he just shook his head, a small, rueful smile tugging at his lips.

“Just... don’t get hurt, okay?” he finally said, his voice tinged with a sincerity that made your chest tighten. His eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer before he leaned back, the moment slipping away like sand through your fingers. You nodded slowly, your heart still caught in the strange, conflicting emotions that Sunghoon always seemed to stir in you.

As Ricky passed by again, his presence barely registered this time. Instead, your thoughts were tangled up with Sunghoon—the way he always seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and the way his words had a way of cutting through your defenses, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. For the first time, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t Ricky you were trying to move on from after all.

The cafeteria buzzed with its usual lunchtime chaos: the clatter of trays, the hum of conversations, and the occasional loud laughter echoing off the walls. You were standing at the soup station, eyes set on a bowl of steaming broth that promised comfort in the middle of a hectic day. Just as you reached for the ladle, a strong hand suddenly gripped your arm, pulling you backward with unexpected force.

You stumbled into Sunghoon’s chest, your back pressing against his solid frame as he held you close. The world seemed to tilt for a moment, your breath catching in your throat at the sudden proximity. Sunghoon’s arms were firm around you, his face just inches from yours as he steadied you, his expression unusually tense.

“Hey! What—” you began, but the words died on your lips as a loud crash reverberated through the cafeteria. A guy had slipped on a stray piece of food on the floor, his tray flying from his hands as he fell forward. Hot soup splattered everywhere, the steaming liquid spilling across the floor exactly where you had been standing a second ago. You blinked, realization sinking in. If Sunghoon hadn’t pulled you away, that scalding soup would have drenched you.

For a moment, you just stood there, heart racing, Sunghoon’s arms still wrapped around you protectively. His grip was firm yet gentle, like he was holding onto something fragile. The warmth of his body against yours was distracting, his breath brushing the top of your head as he slowly let go, his hands lingering for just a second too long before he stepped back, eyes scanning the room.

“What just happened?” you asked, bewildered, your gaze darting between the mess on the floor and Sunghoon, who was already guiding you away from the chaos. His hand found the small of your back, steering you toward a table as cafeteria staff rushed to help the fallen guy. The tension in the air seemed to hum with every step, your mind racing to catch up with what had just transpired.

Sunghoon pulled out a chair for you, his movements smooth and calm, like this was all perfectly normal. He watched you sit down, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, you just stared at him, trying to make sense of it all.

“How did you know he was gonna fall?” you asked, your voice edged with suspicion. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Sunghoon’s actions were too precise, too timed. It was like he’d seen it happen before it even occurred.

He shrugged, looking almost bored as he sat across from you. “I just watched,” he said nonchalantly, picking up his sandwich like it was just another ordinary day.

You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning forward as you pressed, “Liar. That guy fell literally the second after you pulled me close. There’s no way you just ‘watched.’”

Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of mild frustration. He glanced around, making sure no one was listening before he spoke, his voice low and reluctant. “I can, um… kind of see the future,” he admitted, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “And sometimes, I can read people’s thoughts.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, waiting for the punchline of what you assumed was a poorly timed joke. But Sunghoon’s expression was deadly serious, his gaze unwavering. He wasn’t laughing, wasn’t smirking; he was just looking at you with a sort of resigned honesty that made your stomach twist.

“And you expect me to believe that?” you asked, your voice incredulous. “Come on, Sunghoon, this isn’t some sci-fi movie.”

“I’m not joking,” he insisted, his tone firm but not pleading. He held your gaze, his eyes steady and sincere, like he was silently begging you to understand. But the more he spoke, the more absurd it sounded. You couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that this was real, that Sunghoon of all people could have some supernatural ability.

“Of course you’re not,” you muttered, shaking your head as you stirred your soup absentmindedly, your skepticism clear in every line of your posture. “Right, because you can totally see the future and read minds. Next you’ll tell me you can fly.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost weary. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said, sounding almost defensive now. “I can’t just—”

“Oh, I get it,” you cut him off, leaning closer with a smirk. “So you can only do it when it’s convenient, huh? Then tell me, what am I thinking right now?”

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened, his frustration evident as he glanced away. “It doesn’t work that way,” he repeated, his tone clipped. “It’s not like a switch I can flip.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you sat back, your annoyance bubbling up. “See? You’re lying,” you said, the challenge clear in your voice. “If you can read minds, then do it. Prove it.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flashed, a mix of irritation and something else—something deeper, like he was grappling with the weight of this secret. He looked at you, really looked at you, his gaze intense and searching. For a moment, you felt like he was stripping away all your defenses, peering straight into the depths of your thoughts. The tension between you crackled, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.

“I’m not lying,” he said quietly, almost defeatedly. “I can see things—small glimpses, thoughts, sometimes even future events. It’s… it’s complicated.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him how ridiculous it sounded, but the earnestness in his voice made you pause. Sunghoon was many things—sarcastic, infuriating, always too sure of himself—but he wasn’t a liar. And the way he looked at you now, so open and vulnerable, made you question everything you thought you knew.

“Okay,” you said slowly, your voice softening as you leaned closer, your gaze fixed on his. “Then tell me this—why did you pull me back?”

Sunghoon’s expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his features. He looked down at the table, tracing the grain of the wood with his fingers as if gathering his thoughts. “Because I saw it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I saw you getting hurt. And… I couldn’t let that happen.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a strange warmth spreading through your chest. Sunghoon had always been an enigma—hard to pin down, harder to understand. But in this moment, with the truth laid bare between you, it was like seeing him for the first time. The boy who could see the future, who could read your thoughts, and who, despite it all, was just trying to protect you.

The weight of his confession hung in the air, leaving you both in a delicate, fragile silence. For once, you didn’t have a quick retort or a snarky comeback. Instead, you just nodded, accepting his words, even if you didn’t fully understand them.

As the days slipped by, Sunghoon’s uncanny foresight continued to prove itself true in small, unexpected ways. You didn’t want to believe it at first, chalking it up to coincidence, but his predictions were too precise to ignore.

Like the time he yanked you back from Ricky’s bike just as you were about to hop on, warning you that the ride wouldn’t end well. You had rolled your eyes, teasing him for his overprotectiveness, but not even an hour later, Ricky had crashed his bike, thankfully unhurt but shaken. You couldn’t help but notice Sunghoon’s complete lack of concern for Ricky’s fate, though; his focus was solely on you, a fact that was both confusing and oddly amusing.

Then there was the time during exams when, fed up with your lack of preparation, you’d jokingly asked Sunghoon if he could help you cheat. You didn’t expect him to agree, but with a mischievous grin, he’d managed to pick up on the answers from the thoughts of the class topper, feeding you the correct MCQ options for those elusive five marks. The sheer absurdity of it left you both stifling laughter throughout the test, but you couldn’t deny the rush of thrill, the shared secret cementing a bond between you that was growing stronger by the day.

Now, you found yourself by the seaside, the late afternoon sun casting golden hues across the gentle waves. You sat next to Sunghoon on a weathered wooden bench, shoulders brushing, as you both shared a pair of ear pods. Your favorite playlist softly filled the space between you, the music a quiet backdrop to the scene unfolding.

You leaned your head against Sunghoon’s shoulder, a move so casual and familiar it barely registered as unusual anymore. Sunghoon’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, his expression calm and thoughtful, his fingers drumming absentmindedly on his knee in time with the music. You let your eyes close for a moment, savoring the closeness, the easy silence between you. It was a quiet kind of bliss that you never realized you needed.

“Sunghoon,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with a playful edge. His only response was a soft hum, the vibration of it resonating through your cheek pressed against his shoulder. You smiled at his nonchalance, feeling the urge to break the serenity with a question that had been nagging at the back of your mind.

“Why did you approach me?” you asked, turning your head slightly to catch a glimpse of his profile. His face was partially in shadow, but you could see the slight raise of his eyebrow as he glanced down at you, curiosity piqued.

“What do you mean?” Sunghoon replied, his tone as relaxed as the waves rolling in. He didn’t move away, just kept his eyes trained on the distant horizon, his expression unreadable yet serene.

“I mean… I didn’t really know who you were before all of this,” you said, gesturing vaguely as if to encompass the entire bizarre journey of your growing friendship and whatever this was turning into. “You just showed up, out of nowhere.”

Sunghoon’s lips quirked up in a faint smile, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he looked down at you, something soft and almost nostalgic in his gaze. “I just dreamt about you,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Saw a glimpse of your room, your face… and I knew I had to save you.”

You blinked, processing his words, feeling a strange mix of flattery and confusion. “Save me?” you echoed, a small laugh bubbling up. “From what?”

Sunghoon shrugged, his shoulder lightly nudging your cheek. “From falling for the wrong person,” he said, his tone light but the undercurrent of sincerity clear. His gaze flickered with a hint of something deeper, something unspoken that lingered in the space between his words.

You huffed a small, incredulous laugh, pulling back slightly to look at him, your eyes narrowing playfully. “What, like you’re my guardian angel or something? I mean, at least if I fell for the wrong guy, I’d have a boyfriend, right?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching as he suppressed a smile. “Are you that desperate?” he teased, his voice laced with mock seriousness.

You smacked his arm lightly, the action making him laugh, a sound that warmed your chest like a sunbeam. “I was just kidding. Jeez, no need to be a jerk about it,” you muttered, though you couldn’t keep the grin off your face. There was a beat of silence, comfortable and charged all at once, the sound of the sea filling in the gaps.

Sunghoon glanced at you, his smile softening, his eyes holding yours for a beat longer than necessary. “Good,” he said quietly, his voice dropping to a near whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. “Because I wouldn’t want you to settle for less than what you deserve.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the earnestness in his words, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, the sunlight casting a warm glow over his features, highlighting the sincerity in his gaze. The playful banter had shifted into something more, something unspoken but undeniably there, hanging between you like a fragile thread waiting to be acknowledged.

You smiled, leaning back into the warmth of his shoulder, your hand brushing his in a small, tentative gesture. Sunghoon didn’t pull away; instead, his fingers curled around yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. The moment felt suspended in time, the world around you fading into the background as you sat there, side by side, tethered by something far stronger than words.

It was almost comical how little Ricky crossed your mind these days. His name barely registered, the image of his face growing more distant by the day. Sunghoon, with his easy smiles and quiet confidence, had somehow consumed your thoughts, his presence so magnetic that it was like Ricky had never even existed. Sunghoon had a way of drawing you in without even trying, his every move effortlessly capturing your attention.

You found yourself sitting on the edge of a dock, your legs dangling over the side, the water gently lapping against the wood beneath you. Sunghoon sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed, the faintest touch sending tiny electric pulses through your skin. The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting a soft, golden light over everything, and you could feel the heat from his body, even through the cool breeze that danced off the lake’s surface.

Sunghoon was watching the sunset, his expression thoughtful, but you could see the hints of a smile tugging at his lips. His presence felt like a gravitational pull, and you couldn't resist leaning a little closer, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into yours. Your eyes drifted to his profile, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, and without really thinking, you asked, “What do you think I’m thinking about, right now?”

Your voice was light, teasing, but there was a flicker of something deeper in your eyes, a challenge hidden beneath the playful tone. Sunghoon turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours with a knowing look that made your heart stutter. He didn’t answer right away, and you knew he was remembering too—the drunken kiss from weeks ago, the way your lips had found his in a haze of laughter and bravado, as if testing the waters of whatever lay between you.

His smile grew, slow and deliberate, and he leaned in closer, his eyes darkening with mischief. “Why don’t I just show you?” he murmured, his voice low and edged with a heat that made your pulse quicken. His gaze dropped to your lips, and before you could say another word, he closed the space between you, capturing your mouth with his.

The kiss was fervent, igniting something hot and urgent within you. It was as if he’d been holding back, and now all that restraint had snapped, leaving nothing but a raw, unfiltered desire that seared through you. His lips were soft yet insistent, moving against yours with a hunger that left you breathless. You responded in kind, your hands finding the fabric of his shirt, fingers curling into it as if anchoring yourself.

You pulled him closer, the kiss deepening, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the faint scent of cologne mingling with the fresh scent of the lake. Sunghoon’s hands found your waist, gripping you as though afraid you might slip away, and for a moment, the world felt perfectly aligned, like everything had led up to this exact moment.

But then, in your fervor, you shifted your weight a little too much, and suddenly, the balance was gone. Your foot slipped on the slick, moss-covered wood, and with a startled gasp, you felt yourself tipping forward, pulling Sunghoon with you. The next thing you knew, you were both plunging into the lake, the cold water enveloping you in an instant, shocking the breath from your lungs.

You resurfaced, sputtering and gasping, your laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as you wiped the water from your eyes. Sunghoon came up beside you, shaking his hair out of his eyes, droplets flying in every direction. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him, his usually composed appearance now completely drenched, his shirt clinging to his body, his hair plastered messily to his forehead.

“You okay?” Sunghoon asked, his voice tinged with amusement as he glanced at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. There was no annoyance, no frustration—just the same easy smile that always seemed to be there, like he found the entire situation more entertaining than inconvenient.

You nodded, trying to suppress your giggles as you waded toward the shore, your clothes heavy with water. Sunghoon followed, his hand finding yours under the surface, squeezing gently as if to steady you. You climbed onto the dock, dripping wet and shivering slightly, but you couldn’t stop grinning as you sat down, the absurdity of the moment settling in.

“Did you see this in your future vision?” you asked, the words tinged with a playful skepticism as you gave him a sidelong glance. The sun was nearly set now, the sky painted with hues of orange and pink, and the golden light made the droplets on Sunghoon’s skin shimmer like tiny jewels.

He chuckled, raking a hand through his wet hair as he plopped down beside you. “Don’t you think I would’ve rather helped you out if I’d seen this coming?” he replied, his tone wry but warm. He nudged you lightly with his shoulder, the touch sending a warm ripple through you despite the chill of your damp clothes.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile didn’t fade. “God knows,” you muttered, your gaze shifting to the horizon. There was a comfortable silence, the two of you catching your breath, soaking in the last rays of the sun. You shivered slightly, and Sunghoon’s arm came around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

For a moment, you just let yourself be held, his warmth seeping into you as you both watched the sun dip below the waterline. It felt easy, natural, like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. You glanced up at Sunghoon, his face softened in the fading light, and you couldn’t help but lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Sunghoon turned his head, his eyes meeting yours with a spark that sent a familiar flutter through your chest. “You know,” he said, his voice low, almost contemplative, “I don’t need to see the future to know that I’m right where I want to be.”

The next day, the classroom buzzed with the usual chaos that followed the release of exam results—students huddling around the posted rankings, laughter mixed with groans, some celebrating, others cursing under their breath. You stood at the back, your eyes scanning the list with a growing sense of dread. Your gaze landed on your name, and the number next to it hit you like a punch to the gut. Thirty-fifth out of fifty. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, the disappointment washing over you in waves. You had expected better, especially with Sunghoon’s so-called "help."

You sighed heavily, frustration bubbling up inside you as Sunghoon appeared beside you, casually leaning against the wall with an air of nonchalance. His name was easy to spot, sitting comfortably at twelfth place. You could feel your temper flare, the unfairness of it all making your blood boil. You shot him an incredulous look, a mix of disbelief and betrayal painted across your features.

“What the hell, Sunghoon?” you muttered, your voice laced with irritation as you turned to face him fully. Your arms were crossed, and you could feel the tension in your shoulders, every nerve in your body on edge. “We copied the exact same answers with your fancy future vision, and yet I’m almost at the bottom? How does that make any sense?”

Sunghoon just chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that annoyingly charming way of his. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by your rank, or your frustration, for that matter. Instead, he reached out, his hand finding your shoulder in a comforting gesture, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. The touch was gentle, but it did little to soothe the anger bubbling up inside you.

“I mean, I got twelfth,” he said with a shrug, his tone nonchalant as if that explained everything. Before you could fire back, he leaned in, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to your lips. The contact was brief but electric, a jolt of warmth spreading through you. You stiffened, your eyes darting around the classroom, aware of the curious gazes of your classmates.

“Shh,” Sunghoon whispered against your lips, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. His smirk was infuriatingly smug, and the mischief dancing in his gaze made your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Sunghoon, we’re at school, you idiot!” you hissed, your voice low but urgent as you shoved him away lightly. The flush in your cheeks deepened, not just from the kiss, but from the sheer audacity of it all. Your heart was racing, and you struggled to maintain your composure, aware of the amused glances thrown your way. You were still getting used to this, to the way Sunghoon seemed to have no filter when it came to showing affection, no matter where you were.

“And? I’m not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?” he countered, raising a brow, his smirk only growing wider. His words were casual, but there was a gleam of defiance in his eyes, like he was daring anyone to say otherwise. It was infuriating and yet, somehow, that confidence was what drew you to him in the first place.

You rolled your eyes, trying to push past the embarrassment, but the warmth of his touch still lingered on your skin, sending your thoughts into a chaotic whirl. “Don’t change the topic,” you grumbled, your annoyance not quite masking the flutter in your chest. “How did you end up so high when I’m down here at thirty-fifth?”

Sunghoon’s expression softened, and he let out a small sigh, his hand slipping back into his pocket. He glanced away, as if gathering his thoughts before finally meeting your gaze again. “Alright, alright,” he relented, his voice taking on a slightly sheepish tone. “I might have... tweaked things a bit.”

You frowned, confusion knitting your brows. “Tweaked how?”

“Well,” he began, scratching the back of his neck, a rare flicker of guilt crossing his features. “I told you I’d read the answers off the topper, but… he finished his paper early, so there wasn’t much to read by the time I got around to it. So, I had to settle for the guy in eleventh place, but he was still filling in the last section when time ran out. I, uh, didn’t get all the answers.”

You stared at him, your frustration renewed. “So, you gave me half the answers from some random guy in eleventh?”

He winced slightly, offering a small, apologetic smile. “Pretty much, yeah.”

You let out an exasperated groan, your head falling into your hands. “Sunghoon, you should’ve told me!” you exclaimed, your voice muffled by your palms. “You let me think we were golden, and now I’m stuck down here at thirty-fifth! You’re such a—”

But before you could finish, Sunghoon stepped forward, his hands gently cupping your face and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft, but there was a teasing glint that made your breath hitch. He leaned in, capturing your lips once more, this time slower, more deliberate. The kiss was tender, disarming you instantly, the anger dissipating like smoke in the wind.

His lips moved against yours with a gentle insistence, coaxing your tension away, and before you realized it, you were melting into him, your hands gripping the front of his shirt to steady yourself. The kiss deepened, each press of his lips more intoxicating than the last, and it was all too easy to forget where you were, who might be watching.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your mind a pleasant blur. Sunghoon’s forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he offered a lopsided grin. “I’d rather kiss you than argue,” he murmured, his voice soft but edged with that same playful arrogance that both infuriated and endeared him to you.

You blinked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind struggling to refocus. “You—you can’t just kiss me every time you mess up,” you managed to stammer, though the words lacked the bite you intended. It was hard to stay angry when he was looking at you like that, his gaze warm and unwavering.

“Who says?” he replied, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a soothing motion. He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Besides,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a playful, conspiratorial tone, “I can always read your thoughts and know just when you’re about to explode. Consider it... preemptive damage control.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, your annoyance fading into a mix of exasperation and fondness. “You’re impossible,” you sighed, shaking your head, but your smile gave you away.

Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled back slightly, his grin infectious. “But you love it,” he teased, pressing one last, fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally stepping back, his hand still lingering at your waist.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was lighter, the weight of the ranking fiasco feeling far less significant with Sunghoon by your side. “Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, unable to keep the smile from your face as you laced your fingers with his. “Just promise you’ll do better next time, okay?”

“Cross my heart,” he said, his expression sincere, but the playful glimmer never left his eyes. As you walked down the hallway together, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but feel that, rankings aside, you’d still come out on top.

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Fighting for Strength

Stallison [Stiles + Allison]

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The monotonous beeping of the heart monitor and the hiss of the respirator are the only sounds in the hospital room. A man sits vigilant at the bedside of his daughter who has just turned eleven today and she isn’t awake to even know it. He holds her small frail hand in his much larger one and presses a kiss to her forehead. With a rough voice he begins to sing. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy b-birthday dear Liliowy. H-Happy birthday to…” He chokes back a sob. “...you.”

★ ♫ ★

Three years ago, Liliowy was a happy, healthy and perfect child. Her green eyes were always bright and full of childlike wonder. Then, in an instant, everything changed, and the man’s world came crashing down around him. 

A stretch of wet pavement, a dark mile or two of road, frost in the air and a deer was all it took to take away everything that made his life worth living. His little Lili has shown no signs of improvement and something inside him dies a little more each day that her bright green eyes don’t open. 

★ ♫ ★

Two years ago, they tried to wake her up but had to immediately sedate her again when she had a mild stroke. She was barely nine when it happened. All the extra wires and tubes seemed like something out of a horror movie. He just wanted to see those beautiful bright green eyes framed by curly chocolate curls looking at him with love. 

★ ♫ ★

A year and a half ago, he lost his closest friend after they had a heated argument. He knows that his daughter is still there. She’s a fighter just like him and he refuses to give up on her. His friend tried to make him see sense and suggested other options. 

They got into a verbal altercation that would’ve become physical if…if someone hadn’t stepped in. The last thing his friend said to him was how he was living in denial and that he wasn’t the good father he liked to think and that if he truly loves his daughter, he’ll let her go. 

Since then, his little Lili has only had two visitors aside from himself. Her Uncle Mikolaj and Allison. The latter still manages to surprise him. After all, they’d only been dating a little less than a year when the accident occurred. He’d half expected her to cut and run but the immense relief he feels when she shows up every single day and has done so for the past three and a half years keeps him going. She’ll bring him home cooked meals and she’ll read Lili’s favorite books, The Hardy Boys. 

He admires this woman and loves her with all of his heart. He hopes that when Lili wakes up—because he knows with every fiber of his being that she will wake up—that he can finally tell Allison he loves her. He’d been too scared to do so before, uncertain if she would stay. He also had to think about his daughter first and foremost. 

★ ♫ ★

Four years since the accident, it’s Lili’s twelfth birthday and once again, he sings to her. Allison comes in the evening with a bundle in her arms. He bursts into tears when he sees the handmade quilt. It’s made up of shades of purple—Lili’s favorite color—and squares full of butterflies, violets, lilacs and of course lilies. 

He could have kissed her or dropped to one knee right then, but the tears clouded his vision even as he wrapped the quilt around his daughter, tucking her in. He’s so tired and as his eyes flutter shut, a pair of lips caress his forehead, easing him into a peaceful sleep. 

He’s awoken by a soft squeezing of his hand six months shy of five years after the accident. It takes him a few minutes to form a coherent thought but then his eyes flick up to his daughter’s face. The green eyes he hadn’t seen since the night of the accident when she screamed: “Daddy!” are peering at him. 

He flails and presses the call button even as he stands up and cups her face. The tears slip down his cheeks as he kisses her forehead over and over again. “Jestem tutaj, mój mały fiołek.” 

She blinks at him a couple tears slipping down her cheeks. 

He dries her tears with his thumbs and smiles through his own tears. “Tatuś jest tutaj. Kocham cię. Tak bardzo cię kocham.”

It takes a week for his daughter to move more than her eyes and hand, but she doesn’t speak until a month later. “Kocham Cię tato. Tęskniłem za tobą.” 

He cries and he doesn’t care who knows, hears or sees. She shivers a little and he tucks the quilt tighter around her. He knows Ally is making her another quilt now that she’s growing. 

Lili quirks a brow at the quilt and he can’t help the fond smile that forms on his face. “Allison made it,” he whispers like he’s imparting a secret. 

A smile forms on his daughter’s face as if the news is the best thing in the world. He sends a text to Allison asking her to come by again. With a job change, Allison hasn’t been able to make it every day, but she did call out of work the day Lili woke up. 

Lili doesn’t remember her mother at all. He doesn’t like to think about her too much himself. It hurts too much to do so. Allison doesn’t actively try to take her place, but it ends up happening anyway. Both father and daughter have no objections. 

★ ♫ ★

Seven years after the accident, the small family of three gets to go home. Lili breathes in the scent of fresh air greedily as she clings to her dad’s hand. The fingers of his other hand are laced with Allison’s who’s left hand sports an amethyst engagement ring. Lili helped him pick it out. They’ll get married six months from now and he can’t wait. 

★ ♫ ★

Nine years after the accident, Lili graduates high school at the top of her class and waves to her mother. Allison, who is now seven months pregnant, has more than earned and deserves the title. She beams at her father who is holding one of her siblings in each arm, another little one clamped onto each of his pant legs. 

Both of them watch her, their eyes brimming with tears as she gives her speech. In it she talks about what it means to never give up on the things and the people you love. She talks about her dad and how he never gave up on her. She knows how to fight, how to survive and how to thrive because he taught her how and showed her how. At this she meets her dad’s gaze who smiles proudly at her with his heart nearly bursting with happiness. He knew she would fight, survive and he knew she would live and thrive. 

★ ♫ ★

Ten years after the accident, he drops Lili off at Willow Arbor University of the Arts, for her freshman year of college. It’s the first time in over a decade that he won’t have her in his line of sight. It’s okay though because she’s a Gajos and a Gajos won’t let anything, or anyone stand in their way. 

★ ♫ ★

Thirteen years after the accident, Lili graduates college. She is again at the top of her class and that night; she calls her father to tell him that Nikolaj proposed. He knew the young man would be doing so as said young man had asked for his blessing and permission. Their house is always so full of life with nine children aside from Lili, all of them at various stages of their lives. Freya is their second oldest and she’s eight years old. Fioletowy (Fio) and Leofitowy (Leo), a daughter and son respectively, are now seven years old. Evie and Ivy are now five years old. Mika is now three years old. Jaylin and Jayme are two years old. Then the last but not least—though probably Allison’s last pregnancy—is due in three months. 

★ ♫ ★

Fifteen years after the accident, he walks Lili down the aisle and with a deep breath places her hand in Nikolaj’s hand before stepping back. It’s hard but the day is perfect. The love in his daughter’s eyes when she looks at her new husband is the same as how he himself looks at Allison. There are no more kiddos on the way for them anymore, but every day is still a new adventure. 

At the reception, Lili tears up as her father gives a speech. “I always knew my daughter was strong. When people said give up, I kept going. When people said she was gone, I dismissed it. When people said she’d never wake up, I put them in their place. I didn’t give up and as you can see…neither did she. 

“Over twenty years ago my daughter was critically injured and for years she was in a coma. Every birthday I sang to her. Every Christmas, Thanksgiving and holiday I played music, decorated her room and told her stories. I never left her side.

“The day her eyes opened all the weight on my shoulders vanished because my baby was awake. She fought and she survived and every day since she’s thrived. So today we celebrate the union of strength and compassion, of love and commitment, of happiness, joy and hope. Today I see her strength and love. I see the way she looks at Niko and I’ve only seen that look once before. It’s the look in my eyes when I look at my wife. So, I know that this is forever and every single day I am grateful that my little Lili has a forever when so many said it was impossible. I love you always, my little violet. Love, Daddy.” 

He watches Lili’s first dance as a married woman as he cradles child number twelve in his arms as he slowly sways back and forth. His eyes scan the sea of faces: his wife, Allison, who is still just as beautiful as the first time he saw her, his children Lili, Freya, Fio, Leo, Evie, Ivy, Mika, Jaylin, Jayme, Rhys, Ryder and little Mariska. Life is...Well, life is perfect. 

★ ♫ ★

Seventeen years after the accident, Lili has her first child, a girl that she names Philomena—Mena for short—and he becomes a grandfather for the first time. He always knew his daughter was strong and would wake up again. When she places her baby in his arms, he tears up and kisses little Mena’s forehead. His daughter has tears in her eyes too. When he meets her gaze he whispers, “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”

Lili smiles and chuckles wetly. “Well, I have the best examples to emulate. I’ll be an amazing parent because I have an amazing father. I love you, Daddy.”

He chokes back a sob and wraps an arm around his daughter, Mena yawning softly in his arms. “I love you too, mój mały fiołek.”

[strawberrykake]

Deja Vu

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ you’re getting married to keishin today!! 😆💍 congratulations on your wedding! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

my entry for @tahdashi ‘s champagne kisses collab 🍾 no warnings except I’m still learning how to write <3 [notes] : fluff everywhere

♫ playing: say you won’t let go - James Arthur ♫

bride!reader x groom!ukai keishin

It’s been a while since Keishin cleaned himself up like this, buying a tailored suit, going to get a haircut, neat shave. It gives him deja vu of when he first asked you out, hoping that a nicer outfit would increase his chances. Or much later into your relationship when he decided to dress a little more fancy ‘jus cuz’, however, he revealed his true intentions later that night in a velvet black box that he pulled out from his pocket.

Keishin remembered how your eyes immediately sparkled from both delight and tears mimicking the gleam from the jewel staring at you; how his heart beat rapidly moments after opening the box; the way the world seemed to stop until the small nod of your head causes him to almost fall over to catch you in a tight hug.

You were a blubbering mess as you tried to utter words of affection while the love of your life slides the engagement ring on your finger. All Keishin could do is chuckle and wipe your tears away with his free hand, before leaning his forehead against yours and whispering the same thing.

“Shh, don’t cry, dont cry. I love you so much. You have no idea.” As if you weren’t repeating the same words to each other over the past days. He peppers kisses all over your face, holding you close and gently like you carry the world.

Now, you’re both here at your wedding. All dressed up with a small gathering of your close family and friends who watch you up the aisle with awe. But you don’t notice them when you lay your eyes on your soon-to-be husband who wore a classic black and white tux, with a rose peeking from his handkerchief, and his trimmed hair slicked back, looking gorgeous as ever. He has a look of wonder in his eyes, hands clasped together in front of him.

The sight alone makes your heart feel full.

Keishin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, either. The moment you enter the room in your wedding gown, the world stopped on its own once again just for you. All Keishin could focus on was you.

He catches his breath admiring the way tiny jewels cascade down your hair, your hand gracefully holding a small bouquet of flowers, the shy smile on your face, and not to mention your oh-so-kissable cheeks that were blossomed pink. Your dress that was kept a secret from him, finally revealed before his eyes.

He thought you were gorgeous in anything, even when you’re in a old baggy tee and hair messily tied up in a bun. Even when there’s some cookie crumbs left on your hoodie sleeve. Or when your makeup is ruined from watching sad dramas and you’d dodge his kisses saying that you looked ‘horrible’—and he would give you a look saying ‘does it look like I give a damn?’ before proceeding to give your pouting lips a kiss.

In this moment, his breath is nearly taken away. He could be in heaven just from the sight alone.

The jitters he felt before were long gone.

He was going to marry you. And you were going to marry him.

That is all he could ever dream of since that one night you both stayed up late in his little studio apartment playing cards and you fell asleep on his lap. He whispered his love confession right as soon as you dozed off, playing with your hair, tracing your furrowed brows, and kissing your temple, before he picks you up ‘bridal style’ and lays you down on the comfort of his bed.

“I wanna be with you…forever.” Images of you living in the same home and growing old together flashed in his mind. And potentially, raising a child or two…or three. He doesn’t mind. As long as you were together. Of course, at the time, these were just mere fantasies to him. A distant dream.

Keishin sighed dreamily before drifting off on his own by your side. That was the first night he finally got some good sleep after the long hard days of working and coaching. He realized he gained more strength each day he sees you. He craves your laughter, your smiles, your scent, your touch.

Thank God your feelings were reciprocated because he wouldn’t know what to do if that weren’t the case. You brought the light in the dull darkness that was once his life.

“Pinch me,” Keishin echoes the words he used when you first confessed. You finally reach him from what felt like a long walk up the aisle. You scrunch your nose in delight and gently tug on his sleeve jacket as a way to ‘pinch’ him. His facial muscles are already starting to hurt from the constant smile on his face, the stars in his own deep brown orbs remain sparkling.

It was magical. Exchanging vows, delicately placing rings on each other. Despite being together for years, you still felt the electric from his thumb grazing over your hand. And then finally, sealing your vows with a kiss which he’s been dying to do since you walked in.

The crowd buzzes with excitement once your lips connect. Ukai places his palm behind your neck as he brings you closer. Butterflies chase each other in your stomach and your head tips back from the action as he kisses you deeply with affection, unshy of the audience before you.

A few cheers and chatter from the Karasuno boys can be heard.

“Let’s goooo!!” One bellows.

“The Ukais!!” Another cheers.

“Yeahh, Mr. and Mrs. Coach!!”

“Their last name is not coach!”

“Wait what?!”

Your laughter causes you to pull away from each other. Keishin, your now fully-wedded husband, takes the opportunity to pick you up the same way he did that one night at his apartment, carrying you down the aisle to God knows where.

It doesn’t matter. From this day on, with hearts connected as one, you’ll follow each other to the ends of the Earth.

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[seaofserene]

" You mortals and your problems would be solved much quicker if you just bled out those who inconvenience you. "

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐮𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ from that time when Miguel and you had an extremely big sexual tension and during the chaos of a tropical storm hitting the HQ, both of you ended up tangled under the humid rain. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ SMUT 18+, sex…minors, go away pls, size kink, unprotected sex (just don’t…), dom!Miguel, sub!reader, shy reader, creampie, porn with plot, porn starts in medias res sorry, age gap. NO PROOFREAD, and poor attempt at writing smut bye. 𝐀/𝐍_ if I had Miguel calling me mami and chiquita while destroying my coochie… I would die… happily, listen to fetish with this PLEASE!!!

♪ ♫ my miguel playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

When clouds started to look bigger at earth-928, everyone should’ve known something weird would happen.

However, you don’t have time to worry about that at midday. You are laughing so hard at the sight of baby Mayday Parker; she had vomited all over Peter because he bounced her right after Mayday drank her milk.

“I can’t-oh my god. I can’t stop laughing!” You babble, tears in your eyes, and your stomach hurts.

“Stop laughing and get me a towel,” the man pleaded.

“Oh boy, Spider-Man from the humble reality is having a humble moment” Your laughs increase when Hobie walks in, to Peter’s dismay. The bench on the rooftop of the HQ slowly filled with colorful petals. Petals that emanated from you and your happiness.

“Could someone give me a towel?” You wipe the tears from your eyes with a napkin before handing it to Peter while Hobie carries Mayday.

“It’s not a towel, but it’ll work,” the older man grunts but accepts your help.

“Is it me or the weather is weird today?” Peter asks again.

“Yeah, it’s cloudy but hot. It’s so weird,” you added; Hobie nodded, analyzing the sky. In addition, Mayday keeps drinking her milk bottle, looking fussy as usual.

Nueva York was always foggy but sunny and warm but not hot. So this was something new, but not enough to make you wonder further. Then you start walking inside the giant building of the HQ with your friends.

Mayday now in your arms, Hobie walking by your side, and Peter was stuck on the showers trying to clean himself.

“Miguel was looking for us…” your smile disappears as Hobie speaks. Nervousness immediately ran across your body, and a blush painted your cheeks.

“Oh… Really?”

“Yeah, he’s mad as usual. And Lyla making it worse… as usual,” you laugh awkwardly.

When you had Miguel in front of you, if you were with friends, you had the ovaries to talk back and be reckless. But you couldn’t even look him in the eye when it was just you.

And when he wasn’t around, you were a mess of anxiety. Because you had a crush on your boss, who was older, grumpier, and more traumatized than you.

“That’s not new….”

“Yup, here…” he opened the door of his office. And all you could hear was Mayday’s babbling the whole way inside. She had a dirty dress, and her curly hair was a mess.

“You need a shower, little woman,” the baby giggled and started playing with your hair. At least she was entertained.

Miguel was on the screens as usual. Seeing anomalies and random canon events makes you wonder if he ever spent time at his own place.

He turned his broad back to see you. And there you were, looking like a nymph (technically, you were half one, anyways…). He saw you carrying Mayday, and his heart started to beat softly. A warm feeling assaulted him. Something that often happened whenever you were near him.

“I’ve told you to stop that…” his firm and deep voice was all you heard.

You look back to see more petals scattered over the entrance. Oh…

“I’m sorry, I can’t control it,” you admit. He rolls his eyes.

In the past, Miguel had said that your weird ability to leave petals behind was dangerous for Lego Spider-Man and spider plushie due to their height.

“Sure. And where were you an hour ago?. I sent Lyla for you…” he can see how you shield yourself by looking at Mayday. Oh, there it goes, pink painting your cheeks.

“Well… While I know we have big responsibilities here, bombón, I was busy back at home” You don’t know what possessed you to call him like that. But it doesn’t feel as bad as you thought it was gonna be. He’s surprised, you rarely make that type of comment, and he always ignored them. But as time progressed, he couldn’t deny his real feelings.

“Really? Doing what, bonita?” For you, it was shocking. Was he flirting back?

“Uh-… I had to build my schedule for the next college semester,” Miguel nods mockingly. He sauntered towards you, tilting his head, and for some seconds, you think you’ll drop the little girl in your arms. The man hears you gulp, bringing a little smile to him again.

“Don’t get all shy, chiquita…” you don’t feel when Hobie grabs Mayday from your arms. You are going to fall on your knees.

The man with punk vibes knows it's not a moment for Mayday to be present.

“We’re out…” Hobie announces. He leaves with the kid, and silence reigns.

Miguel grabs your chin to make you look up at him. The urge to feel his hands somewhere across your body invades you. Maybe his hands on your hips would look good. Or his hands holding your legs apart.

stop it, y/n, you think.

“I can hear your heartbeats… “ he had an idea of the effect he caused on you. And he was eager to discover if his feelings were reciprocated.

“You do?…” your voice is a melody to him. Sweet, cute, and shy. He won’t admit he wants to ruin you.

“You sound nervous. But I can also smell you… and it’s telling me how wet you are” A barrier had been crossed. Nothing would be the same. The tension that slowly built since you joined the spider society a year before the events with the kid Miles Morales, had exploded.

“Miguel…” You don’t want to ruin your barely existing friendship with him. So you place your hand on his broad chest to stop him from leaning closer.

But his gaze is focused on your eyes, and it confuses you. Because if you didn’t know Miguel and what happened to his daughter in that alternate earth, you would believe he was looking at you with a mix of lust… and love.

“We both feel the same…” his voice was confident. Like he was sure of his actions and words. Like he was confirming he felt something for you.

Miguel can hear your slow heartbeats,

You close your eyes, and by the time his lips brush yours, a loud and scary thunder startles you, pulling you away from having a kiss with your boss.

“What was that?” You ask just after a little scream of scare you let out.

“A thunder, I guess…” Miguel confirms. He had an arm around you because you had looked for comfort in his arms after the thunder.

“But Nueva York never has storms in summer.”

“If we learned something last year… was that anything can change,” the man replies.

And it’s true. After Miles ran to Earth -42, Miguel owed him an apology after discovering that canon events could change.

He even apologized to you for not believing and hearing you.

“True… but still, it’s weird” Slowly, he pulled away, noticing and analyzing what just happened. The sound of rain distracted him and you, but both were having a hazy moment for what almost happened.

And before he could talk about it again, Lyla appeared.

“Oh, good to know you two are here… We’re locked,” you frowned. Miguel walks away from you. But the heat in the room, between you two… barely decreases.

“What?” Lyla ignores your question to move her heart-shaped glasses and cross her arms.

“The storm is messing with us. The portals won’t work, and everyone is stuck inside here.” Miguel sighs and starts walking in little circles. You exchange looks with the AI before she shrugs.

“Isn’t there anything to do?” He asks tiredly. Another wave of thunders hit, and now you’re curious to look outside. It was rare to have tropical storms, even rarer in Nueva York.

“Well…”

Peter entered the room, now changed, with no more baby vomit over his suit. Gwen and Miles were beside him, with Pavitr holding the tiny Spider-man popsicle. The man near you is rolling his eyes and already stressing.

“Great. Now what are you doing here?” Miguels asks, visibly frustrated. Because Peter, Gwen, and Miles were not some of his favorite spiders. He tolerated Pavitr and secretly admired popsicle Spider-man. But that's it.

“It’s raining…” Miles said.

“No way, for real?” Lyla mocks him

“What do we do?”

“Power is unstable, too,” Peter announces. Miguel is about to burst into anger when he hears Peter, thinking his words make him more annoying.

“He’s right, boss. Our security system needs a boost to stabilize it.”

“Which is?…” you ask, stepping beside the tall man. He sends a little look down to you.

“A button…” Lyla answers.

“A button?…”

“Yes. It’s a yellow button that we have to secure the power and security system of the HQ. Someone has to go outside and manually press it from the electricity box,” everyone sighs.

“But it’s raining…” Miles protests again, and Gwen nods. Of course, nobody wanted to go out and get drenched.

“We are heroes, kid. C’mon, I’ll do it…” immediately, Pavitr stops Peter.

“NO! Mayday needs his dad. What if you get a cold in the rain? What if you die?”

“It’s like 90 degrees outside, Pav. If the power goes out, we melt to death and die anyway…” For some seconds, you want to laugh; but when you catch Miguel made looking at you, your cheeks turn red, turning away again. He chuckles in disguise, thinking how cute and hot you look.

After seeing your reaction to the almost kiss, he's eager to do more than just kiss you. Blaming his intense desire for you caused by the stress of the storm and the damn button.

“Where’s the electricity box, then?” Peter asks again. Lyla opens a virtual map and selects the rooftop area.

“It’s in zone A of the rooftop. You have to be careful; the floor in that section is from crystal. Even your spider senses can betray you and make you fall badly with the humidity outside.” Peter looks scared because he doesn't remember the rain and its potential risk.

Miguel sighs, frustrated again, and steps further, urging you to walk by pressing a hand on your lower back.

“Save it; I’m going with y/n” Everyone knew you were one of Miguel’s favorite spiders. Half of the spider society suspected he was in love with you. So it wasn’t a surprise that he chose you for the task.

“Hold her tightly…” Gwen suggests Miguel as you two leave the room.

Oh, I’ll do more than that to her, Miguel thinks.

…

Well, the rain wasn’t that bad. It was like a warm breeze; the awkward part was the humidity, which felt like the whole HQ and the rest of Nueva York evaporated.

“There’s the box. Look, Miguel!” You yell when you look at the grey box with buttons and wires. The man nods. And he thanked for wearing his mask because you looked amazingly pretty with your hair wet. Even more, flowers seemed to grow around you because of the rain.

And your suit, he wanted to avoid looking at you with desire. But he had been pushing his emotions for so long that it seemed like that summer would be impossible.

“Let’s be careful” Your soft muscles looked tighter with the drenched suit. But god, when you reached the box in the wall and opened it, he let go. The fabric looked so thin that your nipples were visibly perking, and the outline of your pussy lips was almost there, tempting him.

His cock hardened utterly. And as you tried to reach the damn yellow button, he was getting hypnotized by your small figure, imagining you in the most erotic scenarios.

“I can’t…” you admit in the middle of the pouring rain. Jumping wasn't the best option, but the floor is so slippery that you'll likely fall if you stand on your tip toes for an extended period.

Everything changes when you jump one last time and slip, set to land on your back against the crystal floor. The moment was so fast that you only closed your eyes, hoping for the worst.

But when you open your eyes, Miguel is on top of you. His arms had saved you, and you were okay.

"Are you okay?" His brown eyes are one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. And you find yourself getting lost in them. Before you can thank him, he has already smashed his lips on you. Kissing you like a starved man.

His hands attach to your hips, and your arms hug his neck tightly, kissing him with the same passion.

When he hears your first moan, he knows he reached heaven.

__

The lights of the cafeteria blink nonstop. Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Hobie, and Mayday are sandwiched on a couch. While Jess, Ben, and Peter talk near them.

“Poor y/n and Miguel, they must be getting wet,” Pavitr laments. Everyone nods in agreement, hearing the rain pouring outside.

“Maybe y/n will fall, but Miguel will save her, and they’ll finally be together,” Gwen fantasized. Even Jess, Peter, and Ben turned to look at her in disbelief.

“What? Everyone wants them together. See,” the blonde takes out her phone and shows everyone a screenshot of a poll made by Ultimate Spider-Man. 91% said they wanted you to date Miguel.

“Oh-, wow…” Jess mumbled, confused.

“What? And I didn’t vote? Let me check!” Peter immediately went to vote on his own device. Jess and Ben rolled their eyes.

“Let’s just hope they get here early. They had been out for forty minutes already” Gween nodded at Miles.

“Maybe that button is giving them trouble,” Ben says.

Everyone wonders how you two are dealing with the hot storm outside.

…

“Miguel, you’re so fucking big. You’re stretching me so good.”

How you ended up having sex in the rooftop of the HQ with Miguel?

One second both are kissing, then you remove your suit, and he follows you.

You had seen his cock; proportional to his massive body. A pink tip slowly getting swollen and leaking pre cum, a vein across the length that made your mouth water and pussy clench. His abs and massive arms caged you in an intense yet soft way.

There’s a solid dominant aura that Miguel is holding as he buries himself inside you. Your velvety walls welcome him tightly. He hits a spongy wall that makes you arch your back, and your tits invite him to taste them. So he does; Miguel sucks your nipples like a starved animal. You feel his fangs over the sensitive bud, and his talons are holding your hips with just enough pressure to make you feel pleasure.

“Dios…I can’t believe this,” he’s shocked. You had disintegrated your suit minutes ago, offering your body to him. He asked if you were okay because just with the stretch of his tip sliding through your folds, you couldn’t stop sobbing. He knew he was big, and with you being so small, he wanted to be careful, even when, in his most dark desires, he wanted to ruin you.

The image is erotic; how you shyly took him. Still, you look hotter than ever, arched back with the rain leaving your hair and body all wet, your face shining with tears mixing up.

“Oh-Miguel…” he thinks your face is a treasure, showing him how much of a good job he was doing by pleasuring you.

“Mig-Miguel,” your eyes are closed. But he wants to see you and your pretty face while you moan and cry.

“Look at me, chiquita. Look at me when I’m buried inside you” Your walls clench at his voice using the hottest nicknames in Spanish. But you can do that too. However, you obey. Your eyes are now glued to him; the visual contact is a challenge for you, but his cock and balls hitting your ass are enough to distract you.

“you’re gonna let me be yours?” He asks, his hands holding your hips so tightly. That you’ll likely get bruises. That doesn’t stop the whole scenario from being so lustful.

“Yes, ah-. Yes, Miguel… And I’m gonna be yours too, papi” he’s a goner; the passion is hypnotic. Both of you can feel the way his cock pulses inside you. You clench around him on purpose, causing the man to close his eyes briefly, savor the pleasure, and believe what is happening. He had you on your back, your actions making him think you might want him in the same ways as he does.

“You’re gonna be mine?. Solo mía….” You can feel every vein of his thick length helping to rip you open, and it’s the best feeling ever. Your hand rests on your lower stomach, and your brows furrow in pleasure as you feel the outline of Miguel’s cock. The man looks at it and wishes to photograph the sight.

“Can you feel how hard you make me, bonita? Very easy, mami” The rain turns the moment stickier, and it’s naughty. His pace is fast but soft, with the humidity reigning over Nueva York, the sweat and rain shower over your burning body and his.

You believe he couldn’t look better with the hairs on his forehead. It makes you want to say the most vulgar things. Feeling his cock causing a sting with every thrust, it only makes you feel dirtier.

“Soy tuya, Miguel… I’ve always been” maybe you’re cockdrunk cause you don’t even remember that the whole HQ is locked inside. At least they had a lot of things to do.

“Fuck…” he mumbled. His eyes were glued to your cunt, seeing how you sucked him in. And every time he bottomed in and out when his cock was balls deep inside you, something extremely hot happened; the mix of the sound of your cunt squelching and a ring of fluids mixed forming at the base of his cock. Miguel accepted he had never been so hard before, to the point where he could feel himself being extremely hard even inside you.

“Please, bonita. Please let me fuck you harder” It takes you by surprise; the duality of Miguel. He was possessive, in control. But he was soft like he wanted to be good for you. Thing that made you fall more in love with him.

“Do it, Miguel” He welcomes your sweet lips as he starts pounding harder into you. Miguel knew he wasn’t acting as a leader. He was getting lost in the lust, in your gorgeous eyes and perfect body, instead of returning to the HQ's safety.

“You’re so pretty, chiquita.” He whispers in your ear. Your heart clenches and softens for him, the urge to scream I love you, to welcome him in your life, and keep him forever.

“Fuck, god-Miguel, fuck me harder, papi!” He kisses away your tears before he focuses on your tits again. His hot mouth sucks and leaves wet kisses on your chest. A hand was still gripping your hip, and the other traveled to land on your swollen clit.

“Are you getting closer, bonita?” You nod, accepting the way he was fucking you. The mix of his lips sucking your nipples, his fingers circling your clit, and his cock causing the most obscene sounds with your cunt.

“Yes, yes, fuck…” At that point, the rain was only a boost to keep going. You hold tightly from his neck, biting him occasionally, sending him to death.

“Oh-I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum, Miguel,” he moans when your hands comb his hair. His thrusts start to get sloppy, and the lips that were once on your tits now rest on your neck.

“Cum, bonita. Make a mess on my cock” You keep repeating his name, louder each time. He loves it and wants to keep being the reason for your pleasure.

This is heaven, you think. You see stars even when the sky is dark, only Miguel had the capacity to do that to you with an orgasm.

You arch your back, clenching around his cock so hard that, consequently, Miguel cums too. His hot cum paint white your walls, and with each thrust, a mix of your sheer fluids and his white seed drip from your folds.

Both of you pant, breathing for air.

“Wow…” and you’re back to being shy. When Miguel turns down to see you, you have your hands on your eyes, covering yourself.

He slowly slips out of you and gently touches your hands.

“Y/n…” he calls you, slowly removing your hands from your face. A blushed face pops in, and he can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m on the verge of being in love with you…” his touch on your chin makes you forget you are still naked. The shock on your face grew, and Miguel awaited your answer.

“Is-, Is this a joke?. I mean, we just had sex, but… Are you kidding?”

“Am I known for being someone who jokes often?” he asks you with sarcasm. And you’re hesitating, analyzing every possible reaction to any possible answer you could give him.

You love him, and he was admitting the same to you. But… everything was so sudden.

Then you have been contemplating that couples that tend to wait for the moment or analyze everything are separated too fast. And while you and Miguel had never been anything besides work partners, now you know the feelings were always there.

“So you like me as… a potential love interest?” you asked to confirm that you weren’t dreaming. Miguel smirks, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb.

“I would like you to be my partner. Long term and everything…” Another giant wave of blush invades you. Only the rain pulls you out of your daydream. By then, it was a warm breeze mixed with some wind.

“I like commitment…”

He smiles, and a genuine smile appears on his face.

You’re not ready to have him smiling and showing a soft side every day.

“Then… it’s a yes?” you nod, leaning closer to hug him. Maybe both should have talked about the feelings before having sex, let alone that the first time happened on the HQ rooftop in the middle of a tropical storm. But it’s okay.

“Yeah…So now you’re my boyfriend?”

“Indeed” Oh, you’re so happy. He kisses your temple, knowing he would quickly fall in love with you completely.

Suddenly you remembered why you ended up naked with a new boyfriend on the rooftop.

Well, only the grey sky was a witness of your sin.

“Oh, shit!… Miguel! THE BUTTON!” he chuckles, accepting he got carried away by the irresponsibility. He offers his hand, and simultaneously, both of you have your suits again.

“They must be fine,” he assures you, walking towards the box that caused everything. There’s a little door that opens the box full of wires and the infamous yellow button. Miguel presses it and turns back to you.

“Ready?”

“Sure…” You try to suppress the urge to scream when he takes your hand.

-

Jess is the first to see you and Miguel back inside the HQ. She frowns in confusion, making everyone else turn around to encounter the scene.

“Damn. What the hell happened to you two?” The woman asks, inspecting how your hair and Miguel’s are totally drenched.

“Uh-…” Miguel grows quiet, and you chuckle nervously, planning a decent lie.

“It was a hard mission. We couldn’t open the damn box to press the button” Everyone nods, understanding.

“Why are you holding hands?” Gwen looks curiously at your small hand covered by Miguel’s giant one.

“Oh, uh-…”

“We’re together….” First, you covered him, and now he was covering you; you would be a good team. One last time, a blush paints your face.

“Shoot, WHAT?” Peter, Pavitr, and Gwen seem to be celebrating. Peter shows you a poll debating whether you should date Miguel or now; the majority said yes. Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by his workmate's antics.

“So today we had a tropical storm and a couple revelation? On the same day? Weird…” Pavitr's comment makes you realize how chaotic the day was.

“Even weirder because the portals are still out of service” While Jess is stressed because she left her baby and husband at home, the younger spiders are excited.

“We should make a sleepover,” Gwen suggests, and you agree with excitement.

“No. I don’t think that’s matu-…” but you stop Miguel, turning back to him.

“Can we take a break and relax for one evening, love?” Everyone can see Miguel blushing cause you called him love. Of course, Hobie laughed and pointed at him.

“We can sleep in the cafeteria and tell supernatural stories.”

“That’s so silly…” Jess said to Ben, but the young man seemed excited too.

Ultimately, Jess and Miguel were the only serious adults looking at the upcoming mess.

“The button wasn’t an issue, right?” She asked Miguel. For some reason, Spider-Man 2099 couldn’t lie to Jessica.

“Of course not,” he heard Jessica laughing, knowing or at least suspecting what had happened between you and him.

“You’re insane,” she accuses his friend. But Miguel can’t feel embarrassed with Jess or Lyla. Yes, he wasn’t proud of fucking you on the rooftop under a storm, but he was happy that it made you two come together, at least.

After watching you leave the recreational area, he goes behind you and the blonde girl.

“Hey…Where are you going?” He asks, taking your forearm softly.

“Miles and Gwen want to get some sleep bags. And then I’m going with Ben for some lamps and-“

“I never approved of a sleepover” You send him a playful look, arching a brow.

“It’ll be fun. Besides, there’s nothing else to do. You can’t even send us on missions. Please?…” god, he hated how fast you were gaining power over him. As you bat your eyelashes and remark the e on please to convince him, he’s already considering improving the silly sleepover.

“Está bien pues…” you cheer and stand on your tiptoes to pull him down, kissing him.

Miguel couldn’t pull you away; even if many spiders were watching him, he couldn’t. Not when your lips felt so good on him.

Suddenly Gwen pulls you away, annoying Miguel once again.

“Okay, macho libre, I’m taking your girl away some minutes…” he rolls his eyes but gives you a little smile that you reply with a giggle.

Sure, something weird had happened that day in Nueva York.

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It’s official, I’m doing Do you want a baby part three .

[tsudelune]

hello im back.. did u miss me🥺 probably one of my last requests for you since ion wanna pressure you, what about akito or touya with a s/o that can't communicate well? they can only communicate well online ♫♫ thanks in advanceee!

'' secrets i have held in my heart , are harder to hide than i thought ,,

- akito shinonome x reader, touya aoyagi x reader

a/n : hi hi hi! i know it’s like...august now, i’m working on requests a bit now since i can use my computer, so i’ll be responding and working on these in present time...anyway, you can always request, just only when my request box is open. you don’t have to worry about pressuring me. i just did both of the boys, doing god’s work rn (/j) sorry if it’s short...

warnings : none!

style : hc style (bullets)

- akito doesn’t mind that you can’t communicate well.

- whenever you have issues trying to talk to others, he won’t mind stepping up for you. akito is headstrong after all.

- he’ll need a little time to notice your patterns, when you get uncomfortable and those signs.

- he’d do the most sweetest things to comfort you in the moment. hold your hand, pat your head, anything.

- akito would sometimes push you to talk to others. (ok akito.) he’d want you to step out of your comfort zone a little.

akito, with a smirk : *pushes you in front of him*

y/n, in their mind, passive-aggresively : YOU PIECE OF SHI-

- of course, if you feel uncomfortable, he’s not one to be shy to step up for you!

- i’d feel like he’d be really considerate and thoughtful about this, but never shows it...cold yet caring i suppose.

- anybody who dares to come up to you and bully you, they’re done for.

- he’s like already STARING into them.

- they don’t ever try to annoy you with akito by your side.

- whenever you’re a little shy to tell him something, he has his phone ready. akito’s WAITING for that text.

- if it’s something around the edges of “i love you”, akito starts a wildfire (pt2). 

- bonus points if you start teasing him with your voice. akito gives up.

- once in a while, you can get frustrated at yourself for not being able to communicate well, even to your lover.

- akito understands, and tells you that there’s no need for you to rush. he thinks that taking your time and trying your best is enough.

- either you talk to him online, or offline, he still loves you in everyway!

- touya understands, and like akito, doesn’t mind. 

- after all, touya is also misunderstood for being blunt in his conversations with others. 

- when you get anxious to talk to someone, he’ll hold your hand and rub his thumb on it, in a way to comfort you. 

- i feel like touya would be (as always) such a gentle boy with you. he loves you a lot and he doesn’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable.

- he’d (gladly) scare those that are giving you a hard time.  (he might actually like doing it LMFAO)

- if he doesn’t scare them away, he just. he just grabs you by the hand and walks away. like..what?

touya, absolutely FED UP with (the person that’s bothering you)’s bs : *aggresive hand holding and muttering crap-talking them*

y/n, smiling while sweatdropping : so this is how touya’s like when mad...haha...ha...

- touya would apologize if the sudden contact made you uncomfortable. but...you don’t really mind, right?

- touya will gladly step up for you, just give him the sign! (eye glance, anxious motions, yk the deal)

- he really cares about you, never wants to see you sad or discouraged.

- when you tell touya that you need to tell him something through text, he nods his head and takes his phone out. STARING AT THE SCREEN. WITH PUPPY EYES.

- you can’t help but not send the message to admire his face a little bit...

- touya is still waiting for that message btw...!!

- if you decide to tell him, “i love you” he...goes blank. completely, blank. 

- touya would blush and just immediately run over for a hug (IM SOBBING I LOVE HIM)

- no matter what, he loves you all of the time!

[ibukis-songbook]

*slides you a 💵*

Fluff/Smut for Asahina, Sonia, Akamatsu, Iruma, and Shirogane letting their male s\o see them:

A. Topless

B. Bottomless

C. Butt Naked

For the first time! (Can’t decide myself, so I’ll let you pick!)

(Also, bonus points if we can her something that’s unique about each of the gals bitz :)

Aoi, Sonia, Kaede, Miu, and Tsumugi letting their M!s/o see them naked/partially naked for the first time

No need to slide me cash, anon, but I appreciate the gift! This turned out to be less smexy and more just talking about the girls’ bodies in, like, an admiration kind of way. That’s pretty on par for me though, as girls make me unbelievably soft, so even in nsfw contexts my dumb little sapphic brain is like “ah. girl. soft. nice.” and boys make me go “bastard man hot and that make me bratty *pouty noise*”. I like boys, girls, and anyone outside of the binary too, because I’m pan! But they have very different effects on me, lol. If you really want a redo, I can make it more smutty for you, just lmk!

-Mod Ibuki

CW: suggestive content, boobies, ass, Megan Thee Stallion reference

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Ashnikko - Slumber Party (Tobee Paik Cover)

Aoi:

I don’t particularly feel as though Aoi is one to shy away from showing her body to her partner

Though I don’t think she’d really flaunt it much either

So the first time you see her nakey is probably because you’ve walked in on her changing.

“Oh! Good morning s/o! Oh, could you hand me my skirt? It’s on the end of the bed.”

She’s not fully naked, she’s in her underwear and a pair of panty hose, but close enough.

She’d be really chill throughout the whole thing as if it’s normal. She doesn’t really feel the need to hide from her partner so she’s not all that embarrassed.

That and she worked hard for this body!! She’s an athlete after all. She has nothing she feels she should be ashamed of.

Oogle her all you want because honestly she’s just gonna get ready for work and leave you blue balled. Homegirl has money to make.

She’ll take care of you when she gets home if you’re still a little…pent up.

In terms of what she looks like, Aoi doesn’t really have much booty, but she’s got some tiddy for her size. Her legs and arms are muscular, and she’s got some ABS, so I hope you like stronk girls (I most certainly do).

Sonia:

Ah, Sonia. Gorgeous Sonia.

I would let this woman end me but that is beyond the point.

Sonia, as a princess, now queen, has only really shown herself in the presence of a lady in waiting (as far as YOU know), and maybe a couple of female friends.

The first time you see her topless is during a heated make out session.

You ask if you can take her blouse off, and she says yes.

When you undo her bra and see her chest for the first time it’s??? Actually radiant wtf??

Then again what else do you expect from Sonia Nevermind?

Her chest isn’t super big or anything, but her boobs are a cute and perky mid-size!

Bitable, if you will.

Sonia is tall and slender, with wide shoulders and hips, a pretty average bust size for her proportions, and long legs. Soft thighs!

She got a little bit of booty! Not a lot though.

Kaede:

Aight but hear me out

Chubby Kaede and Chiaki supremacy

Kaede is shyer about her physique, so I feel like it would be an accident like Aoi, but she would be a lot more embarrassed.

She was hopping out of the shower and you didn’t realize she had just gotten out, so you went to open the bathroom door and…

You are met with the sight of Kaede full-frontal and

Goddamn

Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big tiddies

Biiiiiig tiddies

When I doodle Kaede, based on her height proportions, I draw her bust and other body parts bigger than canon because I honestly just hc her as a bigger lady!

To be fair though, I think she’s taller in the English version than she is in the Japanese version for whatever reason?

Regardless, she’s an hourglass figure with a bit of chub around the waist and she definitely has a little tummy. Also hip dips.

Overall just very squishy and cute!!!

“Oh my goodness, s/o, get out!!”

She chucks a towel at you and you shut the door, but that does not stop the raging hard-on you have from becoming an issue.

Whoops lol

Miu:

BIG OLE BOOBIE

Miu also has some pretty fuckin nice tiddies

And she will HAPPILY whip them out if you ask

Ass too. She’ll drop the panties if you give her anything close to bedroom eyes.

The first time you see her naked, she voluntarily strips for you when things start getting hot and heavy.

Miu is curvy too, but not in the way Kaede is. See, Kaede is chubby. Miu is just kinda squishy.

Both very good. All girl body good. I’m very queer, if you could not already tell.

“Betcha never been with a girl with boobs like THESE, huh s/o?!”

She’s so excited to show off her boobs omg

Tsumugi:

Okay so cosplay can be like hella uncomfortable sometimes

And like, when you’re pressed for time you skip either functionality or aesthetics, and Tsumugi unfortunately dropped the functionality of her cosplay for a convention the two of you went to for the sake of looking good on a short time limit.

Yeah, she procrastinated with this one.

So now you guys are going back to the hotel room and she’s stripping as soon as she gets in the door because the cosplay was getting really uncomfortable.

She just lays on the bed in nothing but her panties and socks, completely forgetting that she’s sharing a room with you.

Honestly though after a full two out of four days at this convention, she was so tired that she didn’t even care.

She’s also pretty tall and slender. Her body type isn’t all that different from Sonia’s, although I see her as having a bit more tiddy and a bit more ass than Sonia. Sonia has more thigh and hip though.

Since she’s tired, the moment is more wholesome-ly intimate than sexually intimate, but the next time you see her like this it is not as wholesome.

[thelreads]

OH WAHT THE F-

DID SHE JUST BURST INTO A SONG OUT OF NOWHERE?

WAIT, IS SHE A FUCKING DISNEY PRINCESS?!

OH JESUS FUCK HER SONG IS SO POWERFUL THAT SHE’S CLONING HERSELF

AND I THOUGH THAT THE PRINCESS THAT WERE ABLE TO SUMMON ANIMALS WERE TOO POWERFUL

♪ She got a dream (she's got a dream)

 She got a dream (she's got a dream) ♪

♫And we know one day she’ll will reign supreme

♪Though shy and too uncertain

 To the future she’ll open the curtain ♫

 And will become a queen ♪

♫She got a dream

OH, OKAY, I GOT YOUR GIMMICK DOWN

YOU’RE SHY UNLESS YOU’RE SINGING

GOT IT

...

OH FUCK NO, THIS WILL BE A NIGHTMARE, I DON’T THINK I CAN KEEP THIS JOKE GOING

[seaofserene]

chews on a cable wire. whatever.