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artistsfuneral · 3 months

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Some unedited Court Jester Jaskier/King Warlord Geralt thoughts

Okay so. Jaskier is one of many children, not the oldest, not the youngest, not fit for a more religious position (they've tried, Jaskier was sent back within days) he's smart, and talented when it comes to the arts, but also a troublemaker of the worst kind, so not particularly made for marriage either. What does one do with a child like that? Send him to King Henselt as a personal gift. A court jester. Jaskier is probably around 15/16 at the time. Very much an "adult" and ready for the task that's actually so much more complicated than it sounds. Yes, a court jester mainly exists for the king's amusement, but there's also so much more. He's a 24/7 available companion, shadowing the king at all times. He's there in the throne room, sitting by the king's feet, whispering jokes and his opinions/advice into Henselt's ear. He makes fun of the nobles that he knows are up to no good, ridicules them in front of the court and blatantly talks about secret information like it's kitchen gossip. He's valuable. He always knows what's going on. He's there in the throne room, he's there at the grand balls, he's there in the far back corner of the war room, he's there in the servants passageways and he's there, he's there, he's there......

Jaskier is also there, in the throne room, at Henselt's feet, when the witcher arrives. He sits there on a little stool in a colorful doublet like a little pet. He's juggling for Henselt's amusement, his king is easily bored by day to day politics and Jaskier needs to keep him happy if he wants to keep listening. The witcher distracts the king enough for Jaskier to be able to fade into the background, to stop juggling and listen. Tensions are high at the moment, Cintra is about to be swarmed by nilfgaardian soldiers and Redania is desperately looking for allies in the neighboring countries. Henselt prefers to sit on his fat ass and watch the upcoming war with a goblet of wine in hand. Jaskier though, Jaskier is invested. So when a witcher enters the throne room of Kaedwen Jaskier sits up like a dog who's about to be given its favorite treat.

Geralt of Rivia is his name. His accent is off though and he speaks of politics and monsters as if they were the very same. With the upcoming war witchers are retreating back into the mountains and they want their home and the surrounding lands to be owned by them (so legally not make them part of Kaedwen anymore) so they can remain neutral in the war. In return they are willing to provide their services for free to Henselt (which is really valuable atm bc there's a looot of monsters hidden in the forests and mountains) and Jaskier knows this, but Henselt... Henselt couldn't care less. Too arrogant and prejudiced of a man to give witchers what is essentially their own kingdom. So Henselt turns into a giant ass, belittling and cussing out the witcher who stands there in the throne room with his head held high, showing more dignity than any king and Jaskier suddenly understands that he has to sneak away.

He does so without anyone noticing, slipping through secret passageways and ends up waiting in a shadowy corner of the courtyard. He doesn't have to wait too long to spot the infamous white haired witcher and, hoping that the rumors about their hearing are true, quickly warns the witcher about the trap set out for him a bit down the road. The witcher stops dead in his tracks and Jaskier quickly asks him (he's still hidden away, Geralt can't see him) to do something like checking his pack so it doesn't look so suspicious and Geralt does so. Then Jaskier proceeds to very.... lightly suggest the witchers could just overthrow the king and take the castle, making all of Kaedwen their land. Henselt's army is currently stationed along the borders (thx to Jask) so there's really not many soldiers around.....

And the witchers do. Not like anyone is there to stop them.

And then the witchers take over the castle and they're keeping the servants alive and many decide to flee but some remain and work for the witchers now and Jaskier of course stays as well because who else would entertain the children that are too young to help with wotk but are also too scared of the many witchers suddenly living in their home to play like they normally would. And Geralt whos basically now the Warlord is drowning in work and then he looks outside and he sees the silly little court jester imitating some of the witchers in the courtyard, singing funny songs, making the scared huddle of children laugh and smile and-

#the witcher #artistsfuneral about the witcher #witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt #geralt of rivia

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genderfluid-insomniac · 4 months

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IDEA!!

riddle, ace, and malleus (separately) x fem!reader (u can make it gn!reader if you’d prefer tho!) where the reader is about to leave twisted wonderland but she’s clearly hesitating and then the character asks why they don’t just go, and reader tells them through tears that she loves him, and asks if he feels the same n that if he does that will be the only reason she needs to stay. he does and she runs into his arms immediately. so a little bit of angst but ends with cute comfort. if this is unclear at all PLS LMK and i will clear it up!! brain is rotted atm bc i finished the worst essay of my life a little bit ago

Riddle, Ace, and Malleus (separately) x fem!reader who’s hesitant to go back home because of their crush

Riddle

You were looking at the mirror in front of you the hazy outline of the world you know and turning back to see Grim trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. He’d tried several times to stop you like rallying the ghosts in ramshackle to help him or using his fire magic in the least destructive way he could or moving all the furniture to block the door.

Ace and Deuce nor Epel, Jack, or Ortho didn’t want to force you to stay since you’d tried so hard to find a way to get home and now you had. It was right in front of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to take a step forward. Your heart refused to budge and rooted itself despite your mind's logical reasoning. It pushed the one reason you had been trying to ignore out to the front of your mind.

Tears brimmed your eyes and you did your best to blink them away to no avail, using your hands to wipe them and felt them fall down your cheeks. You sniffled at the thought of never getting to see your crush again. Someone who you’d loved with all your heart and who helped you through all the trials and terrors that you’d experienced since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland.

You held your bag by your side and stared at the silver shining mirror that glowed signaling that its destination was fixed to the location the user wanted. Your home or rather somewhere close to your home as Crowley couldn’t exactly get the mirror to transport you to your country and reluctantly let Ortho and Idia help so its arrival destination was a lot closer.

Behind you were your friends along with your crush the dorm leader of Heartslayble Riddle and they watched bittersweetly as you walked closer to the mirror. In front of you was the hazy view of a city near where you lived and you were supposed to feel ecstatic that you could finally go home, and see your parents, and your friends but you didn’t. Ever since you stepped foot in Twisted Wonderland you felt like an alien but over time it began to be your home and one person held your heart through all your time here.

You loved Riddle dearly and after his overblot, you were there for him much to his confusion since he was horrible to you and the others but you relented. Riddle has grown so much from his freshmen year and saw nearly every day now, walking between classes or hanging out in Heartslayble and helping him paint the roses red or tending to the hedgehogs. The way he talked to the hedgehogs or flamingos was adorable and it was always impressive when an Unbirthday party was being set up and he was in his formal uniform staff in hand ordering people where each dessert went. In your hand was a specially made strawberry tart for you with a queen of hearts card sticking out of it and a fondant miniature hedgehog in front.

When Riddle tutored you because you needed help with some of your classes you sometimes tried to make the sessions last as long as they could since Riddle had such a strict schedule you would practically have to schedule or make an appointment his free time. Riddle of course upheld the rules for everybody even including you but he would sometimes bend them because your pout was too cute or your smile was perfectly bright. You both loved each other so much without the other knowing and it appeared like it would stay that way since you were leaving for your real home.

Riddle noticed you hadn’t moved for the last couple of minutes and seemed to be in deep thought however you were shaking. “Are you alright or worried? You’re shaking. Is there something wrong?” he asked and buried the twinge of hope in him that thought your hesitation was because you weren’t going to go back. You felt the hot tears drip down your cheeks and sniffled, turning around so your friend and everyone saw you were holding back the wave of tears threatening to fall. “I don’t want to go back… I don’t want to go back because that means I won’t get to see my friends or you! I love you so much! I have since the first unbirthday party I ever attended and I don’t know if you love me back but I don’t want to leave!” you cried and opened your eyes to see Riddle crying silently, tears unknowingly escaping his eyes and face a blushy pink.

You both stared at one another in silence for a couple of moments before the dorm leader spoke and wiped his face noticing his tears. “I didn’t want you to go back but it’s not my choice and it would be wrong of me to cause conflicts in you. I love you and want you to stay here with me. I can’t promise everything will stay calm but I promise I’ll always be by your side.” he said and his eyes widened when he saw you drop your things, running over to him and tackling the poor short Riddle to the ground. You cupped his face and kissed him softly, his face blushing scarlet but intertwining your hands and cupping your face in turn. “How about we make a new tart in celebration or salvage the fallen one I made you, my rose?” he asked and eyed the dropped slightly damaged dessert in its frail simple packaging.

Ace

The charm of an ace card that your crush Ace had given you was dangling from your phone and a replica of his magic pen held tightly. You looked at your phone once more and saw the goofy picture of both of you running from Riddle with the tart in hand as your lock screen. Letting a couple of tears fall and bringing your phone to your chest, trying to come to terms with that you would have to deal with never seeing your best friend and crush ever in exchange for being on earth again.

Ace and your other friends behind you grew worried as they saw your shoulders shaking and hands clutching your stuff tighten. Why were you hesitating? He was devastated that he would never get to see you again, assuming that texting you in your world didn’t work, and putting on a mask of happiness for you. He never even got to tell you he loved you but he knew now wasn’t the time as it’d make you hesitate. To the others, it was crystal clear how hard this was for both of you.

He ordered his voice to be steady even though it came out shaky. “Why don’t you just go? This is what you have wanted since you got here right? We’ll all miss you so much and you know we support your decision right?” he asked and heard the others murmur similar statements or agreement. You let out a sob and turned around to the group, tears falling down your red cheeks and bordering on a breakdown. “I can’t go knowing that I’ll never see any of you ever again. That I’ll never see you again, Ace. You’ve been with me since I got here and always stuck by me. I can’t leave because I love you and I’d never know if you loved me back if I left now!” you cried and hiccuped, dropping your bag and wiping your wet cheeks with your sleeve.

That was the breaking point for Ace and he stopped pretending to be glad you were going home, knowing his crush someone he loved ever since he saw you come through that mirror and go through all the crazy hijinx of this school year loved him back. He sobbed and held his uniform sleeve over his eyes to hide the onslaught of tears pouring out of his eyes. “I never wanted you to leave not when you already became a girl I could depend on every day. It’s selfish but I didn’t care because I loved you too. So seeing you happy to leave… it broke me.” he said and let the sad emotions overcome him.

You smiled albeit a bit wobbly and dropped everything you were holding, running to Ace and tackling him in a hug. Both of you fell to the ground with you on top of him and he cupped your face, kissing you softly and wiping the tears falling with his thumb. You parted for air and rested your head on his chest as you caught your breath. “So would my hot girlfriend be up for snatching a couple of sweets from my dorm?” he asked cheekily.

Malleus

Malleus had specifically arrived at Ramshackle to go with you to the Hall of Mirrors to spend the most time he could with you and convinced Lilia to stop Sebek from going with him since he knew it meant so much to his draconian friend. He desperately didn’t want you to leave. Who would he spend his nightly walks with or have interesting conversations about gargoyles? But most importantly, how would he fill the hole in his heart if his favorite student he loved left?

You held your bag in one hand and in the other was a replica of Malleus’ magic pen along with a small orb with the illusion of Ramshackle dorm with its gargoyles and you, Grim, and him outside pointing to different parts of the worn down dorm building. Just looking at it brought tears to your eyes. It reminded you of what you were leaving and how you were leaving the one person you loved behind.

Malleus and your friends noticed your hesitation and looked at each other worried if you were okay, wondering if they should speak up or say something. He went to take a step forward but stopped and gripped the sleeve of his blazer, unable to form the words he wanted to say. You looked at the glowing mirror in front of you and saw the hazy reflection of a familiar landmark smiling a bittersweet smile. Letting the tears fall down your cheeks and sniffling.

Your mind waged war on both sides of your mind wanting to come out on top and win. You didn’t want to leave the person who you’d slowly grown to love and who piqued your curiosity the moment you saw him. You couldn’t. Your crush spoke up after what felt like an eternity. “Are you alright? This is what you want isn’t it?” he said with a hint of solemnness. Turning around and letting everyone see your teary sad sad face. “I can’t go because I love you and if I go I’ll never get to see you again. I don’t want that. I love it here and I love being here with you. I love you and I don’t want to leave even if it means you don’t love me back!” you said through tears.

He let a few tears fall down his cheeks and smiled warmly. “I was hoping you would say something like that. I love you too and want nothing more than for you to stay here with me. I’d miss our walks and nicknames. Everything about you has captured my heart.” he said and brushed budding tears with his thumb. You sobbed hearing his confession and dropped what you were holding, running into his arms and holding him tightly. Both of you held the other like they would disappear if they let go. You laughed and leaned into the hand cupping your face, kissing him sweetly, and resting your forehead against his. “Shall we get something to eat, my beloved?” he asked charmingly.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 2 years

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Oh I forgot to tell you all, Phil has a new job (you may remember him from previous installments such as Oreo Spider Guy, the Scotch Egg Incident, and the time he recently finally got soft-fired from his job because he just fancied giving away hundreds of pounds of company money to a customer.) He's really focusing on his degree atm, and sometimes gigging, but he figured he probably needed some steady money. And then one day he was in his local vape shop and it finally dawned on him that he's pretty sure he's their only customer, since it is permanently empty, what with it being in a village in the Valleys where the rest of the populace have an average age of about 103 and don't understand what half of the available flavours refer to, much less what vaping is.

However Phil does not know what a 'front' is.

What he DOES know is that he needs an easy job that requires no actual work so he can do his maths in peace ready for his engineering degree, and maybe a vape shop whose entire clientele consists of (a) Phil himself and (b) an overdressed man in a business suit who arrives once a month and leaves with a briefcase can offer him these vital job characteristics. So. He goes in and wanders up to the counter to talk to the odd cashier.

"Hey man," says Phil. "Can I work here? Are there jobs?"

"Um," says the Obvious Front Man. He has a think for a bit.

"Not really?" he says after a while. "There's only one job really, and I do that."

"Oh," says Phil, politely. "Well... can I have your job?"

And the Obvious Front Man says, "Uh... yes. Yes you can, alright."

...

Thing is...

I heard this story from Phil. I know what it sounds like. I KNOW what it sounds like, Tumblrs. I know how little I'd believe it, too.

But Phil told us this in passing. This was not a staggeringly weird and surreal tale to him. This was a minor point in his life that meant he could tell us about his maths. It was only with additional questioning that he even CONSIDERED the shop might be a front for organised crime. It was only with additional questioning that he even CONSIDERED how weird it is that he just asked a man if he could have his job, and that man said yes. Phil just doesn't spot these things. The workings of Phil's mind are only outweighed in mystery by the events of Phil's life.

The good news is, he will never notice or remember a single illegal thing about the place, so he's very safe.

#vote for phil

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nkjemisin · 1 year

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Hi there! I wanted to hear your opinion about this specific, and common obstacle authors might face. What do you think about writing places you've never been in or barely; and by extension, writing about its people, communities you've never really met, or not often? I'd like for my story to be set in NYC, and the people there, to feel real, but I wonder how legitimate I am with only research (can't travel there atm unfortunately). Love your work and eager to read more of Great Cities. Take care!

Well, I had to deal with this in writing the Great Cities quite a bit, so I can't tell you how to do it, but I can at least tell you how I dealt with it. Never been to São Paulo, for example, or Hong Kong or Istanbul or several of the cities that I "characterized" in the story. Some of that was because I was dealing with a lot of other stuff while working on TCWB (my mom had just died, buying my first home and moving, etc.) and didn't have time for research travel like I usually do, and for TWWM I stopped traveling due to covid. So I had to wing it.

I would say that a lot depends on how much you intend to use the location you're writing about. If it's just background, then you can do a surprising amount with remote observation and research. I used a lot of Google Street View, for example. I popped into Reddit threads for those cities and asked questions -- which is always a little fraught with Reddit, but people were mostly pleased to talk about their towns. I also picked up the Not For Tourists guides for a few cities. Basic info about any city is pretty readily available all over the place.

(Writing about communities is a different story, particularly if those are marginalized communities of some flavor. I always recommend starting with Writing the Other, if you're writing outside your own identity... and even if you're writing your own. It's helpful for reducing stereotypes and replicating exploitative traditions, period.)

If you're using a setting for a whole chapter or something, though, you need to either go there, get locals to talk to you about the place, or -- ideally -- both. In my case that meant talking to friends as well as paying several "expert readers" (like, a person born and raised in Istanbul) to read segments of my writing and offer critical advice. I even needed expert readers for NYC-related stuff -- the chapter of TWWM where Brooklyn goes to court, for example. I know nothing about the city's legal system or even which court is right for which kind of proceeding (we have A LOT of courts, both in the city and the boroughs).

You also need to be okay with making minor mistakes. Recognize that it really isn't possible for any one person to know everything, or even most things, about a city with a population of millions and which effectively sprawls across three different states. I've lived in NYC on and off all my life, and I still got several things wrong when I wrote the Great Cities. I read books and went on tours and learned things about my own city that I've never heard before. While I could and did walk right out my front door and have conversations with people who've lived here all their lives, sometimes there were mistakes in stuff they told me, and only research caught some (not all) of those. I feel like I got the stuff that mattered right, however -- the attitudes, the language, the power dynamics, the way parts of NYC absolutely love to talk shit about other parts of NYC, but will square up in solidarity the instant an outsider tries the same thing.

If your story is about the city, though? Set here? You really need to not just visit but live here for a while. There's nuance you're just not going to get from research or even talking to people. For some things, there's no substitute for experience.

Anyway, hope that helps.

#answered asks #the great cities

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sweetracha · 1 year

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Hi, I'd like to request a skz ot8 drabble to this song please. https://youtu.be/HKENAqs5Ang

If the link doesn't work, the song is called that part by Lauren Spencer it's only avail on YouTube ATM but it's a beautiful song. I'm sure you'll make a beautiful story out of it. I love your writing btw. ❤️❤️

You are so sweet!!! It made my whole day sweetie! The song made me think of when SKZ realized they wanted to marry you. Hope that is okay!

Bang Chan The two of you finally had a day off together and what better way to spend it than by cleaning? Both of you much rather have gone shopping or out to dinner but the apartment needed to be cleaned, especially after pizza night with the other boys. Chan was currently scrubbing away at the burnt-on grease that covered your stovetop, while you were organizing the cabinets. No matter how hard you tried the pantry always got mixed up. There was silence between you but there was no need for conversation. The home you two have created together was filled with comfort, understanding, and love. Tears were shed, laughter was shared, loving nights went into early mornings, and there was always love around. Christopher would have never believed that he would be where he was today. He spent so many long and lonely nights in the studio wishing he had someone to share them with. Then along came you. Out of nowhere it seemed, you appeared in his life and changed everything. Chan was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a little huff of frustration. Turning around he found you on your tippest toes trying to put away a bag of flour. He smiled to himself and watched as you were unaware he knew. However, once he saw your legs begin to climb the counter, he stepped in. Christopher walked up behind you and placed his arm on your shoulder to alert you of his presence. Then he lifted you as if you didn't weigh more than a feather. Once the bag was secured, he pulled you into his embrace. With feet still dangling above the floor you melted into him. He couldn't lose this feeling. He decided right then and there, he was going to marry you.

Lee Know Minho was running late again. He felt so bad having to push back the time every date night just because he needed to get one more step right, correct just one more part of the choreography, and learn just a bit more of the new song. You were always the first thing on his mind but he worries that you are starting to not believe him. Last weekend when he came home after practice he found you asleep on the couch, makeup still on your face. His heart shattered as he saw you hadn't even taken the time to remove your heels and dress. The next day was filled with you explaining that it was okay and you understood. But Minho wouldn’t take that as an excuse, he would make it up to you. After practice, he ran to the grocery store to pick up all the needed items for your favorite meal. Tonight he was going to treat you like the queen you were. Of course, the line at the store was a million miles long. Once he got through check out he saw the time…it was an hour past when he was meant to meet you. With a defeated heart he drove home to you. He unlocked the front door and stepped in ready to be met with your sad eyes. If this time they shined with the fire of rage he would understand. But instead of little sobs, he heard…music? With curiosity he followed the melody into the dining room where he found a fully set table with a hot meal plated…his favorite one. Then his eyes widened as he saw you, dancing happily in the refrigerator light. He slowly made his way to you, worried about ruining the mood. Minho never wanted to see that smile leave your face again. On the next turn, his eyes met yours and you froze. He prepared himself, he was ready for the consequences of his actions. Then he saw your outstretched hand. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, a small giggle escaping your lips. His hand was placed hesitantly into yours. Minho was pulled in quickly and your arms wrapped around him. You began to sway. He got the hint, and Minho began dancing. He made note of the song that played, it was perfect for your first dance.

Changbin Moving was always a hassle. No one looked forward to packing, transporting, and unloading their old lives into a new house. On top of that, there is all the paperwork and payments needed. Then you begin to notice all the problems that the realtor conveniently forgot about during the tour. With a heavy and exhausted sign, you placed down another box. You stepped back to take a breather and that's when you saw him. Changbin carried in the bedframe as if it weighed nothing. A small bit of sweat that rolled down his brow however gave it away, he was just as tired as you were. While he had strength he did not have grace, bashing your bed frame into the wall about 3 times before he finally set it down. Changbin made a note to patch up the holes tomorrow. Stumbling out of the bedroom and into what was planned to be your living room he found you sitting on the floor. He chuckled and sat down with you. A chase kiss was left on your sweaty head. You leaned into his side and gently handed Binnie your water. After taking a sip he looked down at you, already fast asleep. He shuffled back against the wall carefully so as to not wake you and situated your head into his lap. Changbin pulled your ponytail out and began to brush your hair with his hands. His eyes slowly shut to join you in nap time. His dreams were filled with future memories in this new home. Play fights in the living room, late-night snacks in the kitchen, loving nights spent in the bedroom, sick days spent together on the bathroom floor, etc. He even began to imagine what the studio office would look like in a few years. The computer desk would become a crib while the couch is traded out for a rocking chair. In it was you with your newborn baby, he couldn't see their face but he knew they were beautiful. But how does a man achieve his dreams? He takes the leap of faith. Along with the mental note of patching the walls, he added the task of finding you the perfect ring.

Hyunjin Jinnie always loved to paint what he found beautiful. That is why flowers were his most common subject besides you of course. When you two found your forever home outside the city limits he couldn't wait to begin his garden. It was like bringing a painting to life. Quite literally as Hyunjin painted out the exact layout for each flower bed. He wanted it to be perfect but not only for him but for you. He wanted to give you a picture-perfect cottage life. He had dreams of summertime picnics out in the yard and slow dancing under the stars. Jin pictured you in a little yellow sundress with the golden sun making you glow. He tried to draw it so many times before but nothing came close to your true beauty. He shook his thoughts from his head of you in that little sundress and honestly was met with something better. You were sitting on your knees, carefully planting some tulip bulbs. You handled them so gently as if they were a million-dollar piece of art. Closing one eye you checked the angle of the plot. Once a perfect spot was chosen, you planted with confidence. He loved that you saw the art in life too. That you too were an artist even if you wouldn't admit it. Hyunjin had to chuckle a bit when you pushed your sunhat out of the way for the hundredth time, following with a huff. Slowly as to not alert you, he pulled out his phone a snapped a picture. Beauty captured in jeans and an old tee. Later he would paint that same image but this time he added one thing, a beautiful diamond ring.

Han (T.W. Anxiety and Panic Attacks) Life was over. It was all ending. How could you ever forgive him? Not after he did that. He wasn't responsible and you would see it. You would come home and yell at him. Then the door would slam and you'd be gone. Just like the sand of time running through his hands, you'd be gone. He would chase you down like he was chasing oxygen right now but it would be hopeless. You would be gone. Han came to terms with his life coming to an end on the cold bathroom floor. He didn't mean to ruin your favorite dress! Jisung just wanted to surprise you tonight. He planned everything down to the final details of your date, he wanted you to be proud of him. But when he saw a loose thread on the dress he picked out for you, he didn't think, he just pulled. Then in a matter of seconds, the expensive garment was no more than fabric pooled on the floor. Tears flooded his eyes as he heard the door shut and your voice calling out to him. Han braced for the final blow of death to hit him. He jumped when gentle warm hands touched his knees. He looked up and found your eyes full of worry. Han tried to look away but your hands stopped him. You wanted to make this hurt, he just knew it. No one could love a mess up like him. Then a soft kiss was placed on his trembling lips. Before he knew it he was cradled into you like a child seeking comfort. Soft coos and hushes left your lips as you held him and told him it would be okay. After some silence, Han broke and explained everything. He didn't expect to hear laughter. You were so caught off guard by what triggered this panic attack you couldn't help but giggle a bit at the silly boy. You explained the dress was not worth leaving him over. You could buy a new one, a cuter one! You would even let Jisung pick it out. Once his mind cleared from the fog of anxiety he began to imagine how white would look on you.

Felix The house always smelled like chocolate and sugar. With two bakers living together, how could it not? Felix and you loved to bake together, so much so that Fridays became honorary baking nights. Some weeks you would try something new and others you would stick to the classics. Tonight however was a mixture of both. The other boys were meant to come over later on for a movie night and you two knew brownies were a must! But the boys were so use to Felix’s brownies now and you really wanted to surprise them. However, when you both came up with different ideas it was so hard to choose. Felix wanted to go crazy and add fruit to the mix while you decided that ice cream brownies went with the vibe much better. As much as you two love each other, you also loved competition. So it was off! Felix and you baked your own brownies and the boys would judge them. The winner gets to pick Friday night bake for a month. The stakes were high but the love was higher. Felix couldn't help but put your ice cream back in the freezer after you accidentally left it out. While he was shifting his flour you quickly threw away all the rotten berries from his pile. Most people would sabotage their competition but not you two. No you two couldn't help but joke around and honestly make a mess. So you weren't fully surprised by the smell of burnt chocolate during your food fight. You both paused and you saw the look on Felix’s face. Your brownies were out of the oven a while ago which means they were his. You both rushed to the oven to pull them out quickly. So quickly in fact you forgot an oven mitt, you just wanted to save his dessert. You pulled back with a loud yelp and his brownies went crashing to the ground. Tears filled your eyes and Felix felt his heart shatter. He rushed you to the sink and began to aid your hand. He shushed all your apologies and dried your eyes of any tears. Once your hand was wrapped and he was sure you were okay, he began to clean. You tried to help him but Lix was adamant you were to look after your hand. After he finished scrubbing the last bit of baked-on brownies he went to find you. What he found instead was a plate filled with your brownies. On top of each was a scoop of ice cream and Felix’s fresh fruit. He smiled to himself at your kind gesture. Was it too cheesy to put a ring on a cupcake next Friday?

Seungmin Comebacks were always busy, especially now that SKZ had left JYP. Seungmin and the others were working overtime trying to fill in all the missing gaps now that they didn’t have staff. He hoped more freedom would mean more time with you. In reality, that's what you both wanted. Seungmin knew that but he also knew you'd never tell him. Minnie was well aware of the fact that you'd never let him put you over his career, but you also knew he'd leave everything if it meant losing you. Therefore you helped out where you could. Dinner was made for when he got home, bags were packed for press tours, and schedules were kept on your phone. He never asked you to do this, he wanted you to know that you didn't have to be his keeper but you wanted to. It was the little acts like this where you were able to show your love. This is how you would tell him that it was okay, that you were okay. So when he woke up to the smell of coffee he knew today was one of those days. Sluggishly making his way to the kitchen Seungmin found a note that said ‘I made you an iced americano and honey water for today, lunch is in the fridge, DON'T FORGET IT THIS TIME. I'll call on my break, I love you- yours always’. He smiled and quickly added the note to his growing collection in his wallet. It was running out of space but Seungmin would never throw one away. When he got lonely on tour he would pull each one out and read them. They made him think of you, they made him think of home. That's when it hit him, in the middle of the kitchen. He was never homesick when he was gone, he was lovesick. You were his home, his comfort, his shelter, his everything. Minnie wanted a life with you forever. He knew he couldn’t make that happen in a day but surely he could buy a ring on tour.

I.N. A kid's birthday party wasn't exactly how Jeongin wanted to spend his Saturday afternoon but when you asked him to join you for your niece's 5th birthday how could he have said no? He never says no to you. So now here he was at a rickety picnic table listening to kids scream and cry while he poked at his cake. You were long gone, swept away by family. Innie liked kids he really did but something about this setting made him never want them again. The life you two shared was hectic enough as it was. So much has happened in such a short time because of it. Jeongin was ready to slow down and take his time with you. You had only been dating for a year but he felt like so much of it was rushed due to scheduling. It was hard to find time to see each other so when you two finally did get time alone, you crammed in as much as possible. He didn’t regret it, not in the slightest. He would take a fast-paced romance over nothing at all but part of him wished he got to enjoy it more. Innie didn’t know how much time he got with you before it was going to be over and done with. Why was he spending it at a stupid child's birthday party rather than being with you? A huff of annoyance left his lips rather loudly making a few people turn to look at him. In the clearing of bodies, he saw you, with a little baby girl in your arms. You were cooing at her and playing with a rattle. The smile on your face was the most adorable thing he had ever seen, he really wish he got time to appreciate your smile more. The giggle that left you as the baby joined along was infectious, Innie had to giggle too. Did you always giggle like that? He began to notice the little things from how your eyes crinkled to the little bouncy steps you took. Time slowed down for a moment and he realized something. Why did your love have to end in a fiery blaze of glory? He wanted years, not minutes. He wanted love, not lust. He wanted you and only you. He knew now wasn’t the time but he was going to make an effort to get there eventually. Right now, however, he was okay with watching his future wife enjoy the little things.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids smut #skz smut

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f1-birb · 2 years

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Ngl I am a Lando fan and obviously want him in a good car, but other Lando fans are even annoying me atm. Idk how many times I've read, across basically all socials, that James Key is useless and should be unemployed and I'm just like ? ? ? The engineer who has managed to consistently keep McLaren at the front-end of the midfield with outdated facilities is useless? Don't think so, I don't think people understand how valuable resources are in engineering. If anything, what he has accomplished with limited resources makes me excited for what he can do when the new facilities are available - which is literally one of the reasons Lando cites for sticking around McLaren long-term anyway.

I also think this doom and gloom from one race is way too extreme. Both drivers have since given statements that without the reliability concerns, both cars had pace. Andrea Stella claimed both cars could have contended, or been close to contending for points based on pace had those reliability bugs not popped up. The first race was kind of shit, yes, but quite literally everyone in the team seems optimistic. Hell, I've seen Lando fans on here take a post-race interview where he's laughing and being his usual sarcastic self to mean that "McLaren is making him miserable." Where? Do? You? See? That? Even if he may have to be patient for more podiums and that long-awaited maiden win, he's said countless times how he loves the people and work culture at McLaren, he's okay!

I'm with you anon

Are we all disappointed that the car isn't where we hoped it would be? Yes, obviously, especially with the comparison of the 35M to the 36, and now a less than stellar start with the 60 but like you said, they're having to do the best with what they've got

We all came into this season knowing about the new wind tunnel not being available until the middle of this year, and that they said during testing that the car isn't what they'd aimed for but it's one race, the upgrades are coming in Baku so we don't have to wait long before we see what effect they have

And actually, stripping away the engine issues, race pace wasn't that bad, surprisingly Lando was near the top in terms of keeping up average lap time, AND he got 3rd fastest lap overall, plus the way despite being laps behind he wasn't far off keeping up with Lewis and Carlos (which Lando seemed to be enjoying)

The doom and gloom is a bit much now, as are people once again putting words and feelings into Lando's mouth. He's been surprisingly positive - and we know he isn't one to not express his honest feelings about the car (looking at you MCL36...) - one race does not a season make

Yes he deserves a better car to truly showcase all his talent, but I want him happy and Lando really does seem to love McLaren. He loves his little team and he loves the bigger team, he's got great relationships with his pit crew, mechanics, engineers, etc. and I'm excited to see what he can do when there aren't engine issues and the car can actually race, we KNOW he can outdrive a tractor (2022 season looking at you) so even if it's just until we see the Baku upgrades I'm looking forward to it

And hey, at least his crew have had some good pit stop practise!

#birb speaks

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lpfreakification · 10 months

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2023 Schaumburg Adventure Post!

I'll actually start from the Plan Of Attack I created this morning.

1. Left the house with money given to me from dad.

The default outfit I wore all day (with my lovely assistant + husband, Axel ☺️)

2. Recognized a store clerk I haven't seen in a long time. He was the one who taught me how to buy gas from the counter. ("$.. on pump #... please") I told him how lots had changed the last time I saw him. He asked if I still worked at my old job next door. That was one of the big changes I mentioned: me leaving my old job of 6 years to focus more on school + how I'll be quitting my other job in January b4 school starts again. After a nice bit of catch-up, I filled up my car + went to Target.

3. I was able to stop at Target to find what my brother's fiance wanted: a pair of dumbells. I quickly texted my brother if this brand + set was ok. Thankfully, he answered fast + got a yes. Yes! Not knowing I'd find a set like this, I didn't grab a cart (had a basket instead) + was hauling this with my two arms thru out the store 😵‍💫

Also managed to grab an item of food my brother wanted for Xmas + some grapes for the kickboxing Xmas party.

It was quite an endurance test bcuz an old lady was in front of me. I kept thinking to myself, "damn, I should've grabbed a cart if I knew I'd find this. At least, this is a good workout for my arms."

I was able to set these dumbells on the ground as I waited in line. I lightly scooted my basket as I carried the heavy item 😵‍💫 I was telling myself that if someone asked how I'm doing, I'd say I'd be sweaty.

As I was approaching the next available self-checkout, that's when my coworkers from my old job ran into me with their Starbucks drinks. Hugged one fully + the other carefully bcuz she had Starbucks drinks. Ha, I was right about a person asking how I was doing, + my response was being sweaty 😆 One grabbed a cart for me as they saw my struggle. Once she came back, I was catching up as I was scanning my items. My Plan Of Attack, the coffee for the guys back at my old job, Genshin (Sumeru is gonna be long), + their recent cheer conference 😄 I finished scanning + paying as we parted ways. That encounter cheered me up, too (my reason is on IG Stories). I can't help but remember how much my favorite manager loves his pink drinks X3

(Quickly doodled my favorite manager from memory)

(He's still such a bad@$$! 😍)

4+5 I'll skip bcuz I got everything at Target + used the atm drive-thru. Nothing eventful.

6. I showed up at 1:30. It was locked. I definitely had a good time jamming in the car to Linkin Park's Faint, Cascada's Every Time We Touch, + The Killers' Somebody Told Me as I waited. Didn't take too long until the owners came to open the door + set up. I set down the grapes + jammed to Linkin Park's More The Victim.

[Time out, I need to drown out the sound of praying with loud Linkin Park >B( *does that, starting with A Place For My Head* Much better 😊 Ok, time in 😚]

They were setting up the majority of the time I was there. I set a timer to 45 minutes so I wouldn't lose track of time. I mostly (happy) danced to whatever music was playing in the bg, whether hard or soft.

The best part during my short time was that there was one of my kickboxing classmates dressed up as Santa! He brought some homemade habanero jam with cream chese + crackers. Normally, I don't like spicy foods (despite having a "spicy" personality at times). However, I was a bit curious. I had a bit of heat kicks underneath my tongue. I surprised myself that I liked it??? The Santa classmate was right: my mouth wasn't on fire, + no steam coming out of my ears 😂 He looked like he was happy that I liked it.

[Aw, my speaker died. Faint was next 😭 *listens* Ah, silence. Good.]

There was another dip made from Little Debbie's cakes + Nilla wafers. It was too sweet, even for me, the one with the sweet tooth. Strangely enough, the Habanero jam was more memorable. The sweet dip's 2nd

As I hung out, I checked my phone + saw my very pregnant sister wanting me to pick her up on the way back 🙃 It's not bcuz it's far (it's actually close), it's my fear of driving with passengers ever since... *flashback* My car accident in February 2021? 2022? (the day Russia invaded Ukraine). Long story short, bad weather + got hit in the passenger side, totaling my previuos red car. I was lying to the internet about "losing my car" + kept that a low profile so they wouldn't freak out as much + didn't want unwanted attention. I was like, "Are you sure???" (Clearly still traumatized)

It's too bad people were trickling in by 2:30, aka the time I had to leave. So I said my goodbyes, + left with a plate of food.

(It's a good thing I bought + brought the grapes, or else it would've looked bad, grabbed food, and + not contribute anything)

7. And so, I drove to my preggo sister's place, I switched to the passenger side, + she drove my car back to the house. What a relief! I was so scared of driving a passenger, let alone, the very pregnant sister.

8. The main event: the Schaumburg Adventure Post!

We didn't enter thru our usual entrance at the now-extincted Sears. Instead, it was like the opposite side of the mall. It's like standing in one place + starting to spin around in circles in one direction + then spinning around in the other direction. It feels weird.

1st store I saw was SuperDry. I fell in love with this store when I went to Washington DC in 2018 😍 The hoodie im wearing rn is fron SuperDry. I managed to try on two sports bras. The size 8 is a tight fit but good for keeping my chest in place. The size 12 is a comfortable fit but doesn't secure my chest as well. The siblings weren't too sure of the initial sizes, henced the reason i tried them on. As i was leaving, the preggo sister arrived. I showed her the two items i tried on. Needless to say, I got both.

Urban Outfitters, i got my other brother a candle that says "Magic S***" + two Pokémon card packs.

Next, Sephora. *c+p Twitter post*

"The line at Sephora is incredibly long. It's not my favorite place to be in, considering how anti-makeup I am. I'm near halfway there only to find out that someone already got the thing but didn't mark it as "Bought."

F*** it, imma buy it anyway so my time won't be in vain." - 12/3/2023 4:50 PM SUNDAY...

(I also bought an item online for her, just in case >BP)

Vera Bradley - a black lanyard strap for myself

Too Cool - An Aggretsuko pencil case + more OHSHC stickers 😍

Box Lunch - initially, I bought two bib sets for my future nephew. As soon as I got out of the line, The Blue Eyes White + Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragons pins caught my attention. I went back in line + bought them 😅

Hot Topic - I was looking at the band shirts. Obviously, I was looking at the Linkin Park shirts. I was like, "I already have that one, I already have that one, + oh? I don't have this one o.o" It was the One More Light shirt. What a find for me! And I got loads of pins/buttons. I resonate with the big crying corgi one the most (bcuz this was when I was running low on money).

Mall - I found this timeline that wasn't here b4 😮 Apparently, it's this mall's 50th anniversary. Woah.

I took pics so I could read it later, + there's also a link to all these pics + history:

https://click.simon.com/woodfield-mall-50th-anniversary-lp

Needless to say, A LOT has changed. I think I'll make a separate post on that. I think.

The mall was close to closing.

I traveled towards the old Sears entrance. The Rainforest Cafe is now Peppa Pig World 😢 The 1st floor of the now-extincted Sears is closed off. The 2nd floor has been replaced with "Primark". Combining descriptions of what my sister + dad say, it's like a Kmart version of Forever 21? Idk, I can't really wrap my head around it bcuz it's so new, the vibe + fashion isn't for me, + I'm still holding onto my childhood nostalgia of Sears.

I quickly visited F.Y.E. nearby. It triggered a memory of buying yaoi Manga there. Thus triggered another memory of being a bookstore that had so much more yaoi Manga. My memory has served me correctly of where it was located, but it was too late.

(Noooooooooo!!!!!) The mall was closing up at this point, so some stores were already closed 😞 I could've redeemed myself to get Heavens official blessing, but then again, I haven't touched my yaoi Manga all year long 😨

As I was making my way towards the exit, one last store caught my attention.

Ximi-V - This was where I went ballistic with pen shopping. I had trouble with paying bcuz I didn't have enough, so I put some things back + reduced my purchase by half. In short, I bought 8 pen refills, 6 pens, a multipen, + a mini Zhongli mirror ☺️

(I can only fit 10 pics on a Tumblr post so words will have to do)

Of those 6 pens, one of them was a mystery Genshin pen. Apparently, I grabbed their last one. The character I got was the Raiden Shogun (a very powerful character in the game). A lucky find for me. Although, it looks like I can fit a Zebra Sarasa +/or Pentel Energel ink refill in half of these pens. The barrels look cute, though 😍

I was the last person to meet up with everyone else this time because of how ballistic I was in that last store.

Overall, stores were relocated (like Urban Outfitters), some stores are gone (like where I found the Sora bust last year), + more anime stores are popping up. 🤔 I feel like it'll get overwhelming by the next one or two years. It was a good nice + short visit this time around. Either bcuz we had a short amount of time or bcuz we're getting older, thus getting slower. Oh yeah, there's online shopping, too.

9. We went to City Works to dine. We all had to run to the bathroom b4 we got settled into our seats. The men were hypnotized to the football game on TV, the women were feeling baby's kicks, + I was lost in thought. About my purchases, my plan of attacks, + ideas. Ordered two drinks, my usual amount, + devoured my food. I felt like I wasn't satisfied enough + didn't want dessert. Usually, I drink my 1st drink fast, + my 2nd drink is slow due to the amount of food I just ate.

10. Finally, I will end this post (+ Plan Of Attack) now that I've been home, + been writing this for the past 3 hours 🫠 Time is short. I want to catch up on Genshin b4 I actually fall asleep. I got kickboxing in the morning, too. Ultimate question: How should I go about publishing this to Twitter if Twitter Circles are now gone?

Option 1 - upload link publicly (+ make sure siblings don't see)

Option 2 - dm this to my two favorite mutuals (you guys know who you are 😎)

Option 3 - Figure out some alternative?

Option 4 - don't, + leave it here on Tumblr.

I'll see to this (eventually?)

Nite y'all!

#life #Schaumburg Adventure Post #Schaumburg

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flydotnet · 1 year

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WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.” Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

Welcome to my annual Peregrineship fic, because every year is the same: I write them, I swear I'll write them more this year pinky promise, and then I just don't. That's my shtick. (Actually, Fly, it's your second ShuSere fic this year.) For real? Well, that's cool. Hasn't happened since 2019, I'm pretty sure! Yeehaw.

I honestly stared at the lyric, went "wow that sounds like Shun Kurosaki", and went from there. I'm not even in any shade of YGO mood atm, and I'm sure you can tell because I was very uninspired and it's short compared to what it could've been. Oh well! That's the trials and tribulations of a month-long challenge for you.

I did also do "It's broken" while I was it because, c'mon… It's Kurosaki. It's even odd I didn't break a rib like I usually do when it's him. See? I'm generous! I'm not a one-trick pony when I want to!

Speaking of always doing the same thing, just better each year. I didn't feel like writing canon divergent A5 crap again, so this time, I busted out an AU! Specifically, a Fire Emblem Engage AU, because it's light on storytelling but would allow me to easily have a character of obvious Japanese origins (thanks, Kagetsu!). So, in this one, I made Serena a wolf knight and Shun a wyvern knight because it made sense and also they're both classes I love playing in the game (thanks, Kagetsu! again).

I've also added a bunch of accents because this game bathes in stupid Baguettese-ish lore and I'm taking full advantage of it.

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Tooth and Nail

Summary: The battle rages on, someone falls from a wyvern, and it becomes another knight's problem.

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V // Fire Emblem Engage AU

Word Count: 1.3K words

AO3 version available here.

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Amidst the smoke and debris of the battle, there runs a human-sized wolf. It sneaks through the enemy hordes, a dagger taking down those who get too close in swift moves, leaving only pawprints and the ashy blood of the long-gone Corrupted behind it.

The wolf isn’t running alone, far from it. Riding it is a knight whose eyes are fixated on the sky, a dagger always in her right hand and the left on the reins of her beast. Her armour, as slim as it is, is spotted with dirt and ash, rusts and browns mixing in with the blacks and greys until the original silver can barely be spotted by the naked eye.

The enemy troops are finally dwindling after hours of sending the dead back to their graves. Good thing, because the army of the Divine Dragon is starting to get tired. She has seen so many of her allies injured and teetering, the healers tired on the sidelines and barely hanging on themselves, and so many chipped-off weapons. The Emblems help, but only up to a certain point; and they need to avoid that stage of fatigue.

She herself has just disengaged from Ephraim, which considering they’re both so silent, only changes the background noise ever so slightly. It helps focusing, she supposes, especially since she’s been sent as reinforcement.

Then a body falls from the sky and, without even a wink of hesitation, the wolf knight speeds ahead.

For a long moment, she can only hear her heartbeats inside her brain. No new scream reaches her ears, her hands move on their own to eliminate enemies and protect both her mount and herself. She doesn’t have time for any of the Corrupted, no matter their rank in the hierarchy of power unofficially established among them.

She only stops when she reaches an armoured wyvern that’s landed near the body. It’s a bit of relief to see her companion has managed to land on his legs, sparing so many organs and dangerous bones in his fall; but the damage is clear, and despite the already pitter-pattering of the Corrupted corpse in front of them all, there is little reassurance to be found amidst the poison.

She dismounts in a flash, but before she can rush, she watches her comrade rises to his feet – or at least attempts to.

Somehow still able to move his feet in a coherent manner, he pierces the chest of his enemy on shaky legs and with trembling arms, gritting his teeth and prying his eyes open, before falling back down. The Corrupted fades away from existence at last.

“You better pray that I don’t get up this time around,” he spits out with a glare of fire risen at the sky, his hand grippling onto his spare spear with such strength that his knuckles have turned white.

She decides enough and enough and finally runs to him, her beast in tow, her ears careful to the tracks of foes but her eyes now glued to her companion, her friend, perhaps something more whose nature she now cannot ponder on.

Unfortunately, the wyvern doesn’t see it that way – and so she has to stop in front of her feet, recognizing the battle scars and knowing gaze of a tired but fiercely protective beast of scale and claw, the strongest in their army, whose armour is nowhere near as solid as her own skin. This isn’t the sort of barrier you can go through unscathed, but here, no fight has to be fought.

“Étranger, it’s me, Séréna,” the puny human says. “You recognize me, do you?”

The wyvern leans towards her, stares at her for a moment, and leans back.

“Thank you.” She turns to her beloved mount. “Luna, please stay here with Étranger. I’m going to check up on Shun.”

The wolf nods her head up and down before she rolls into a ball by the wyvern’s paws, letting her cavalier finally finish running to her companion.

It’s about time she does so: her fellow knight is biting his lip in what must be terrible pain, eyes shut close with tears prickling at their corners, so she kneels to his level. Even putting her hands on his shoulders doesn’t cause a reaction, so she has to resort to words – neither of their forte.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

That gets him to open his eyes again, his gaze still sharp as a blade in spite of it all.

“Séréna…? ’s you…?”

His voice is raspy yet remains understandable.

“Yes, it’s me. Are you injured?”

“I guess,” he hardly replies. “Annoyin’ shit, but nothin’ deadly.”

“Let me check.”

He takes a long, good look at her; then sighs and, slowly, switches position as to have his legs available to her.

“Make it quick, the battle’s not over yet.”

“For you, it probably is.” He prepares a witty response; she doesn’t let him be. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”

Shun blows hot air out of his nose but chooses to remain silent.

Of course she’s never been a healer, has never been good at diagnosing any sort of problems, let alone find a solution for your physical hurt. All she knows is from experience, experience that’s just enough to know what’s wrong in some broad stroke. She doubts anyone in the Divine Army trusts her with precise diagnosis; but when someone needs help, or getting to someone else who can provide it, now it becomes her mission. That’s what she’s learned by fighting by the side of the Divine Army.

Anyway, Shun’s legs are hurting, that much is clear. He can’t use them properly anymore, not without tumbling like a newborn foal or screaming with every other part of his body. When she tries touching them, just to evaluate how bad it gets, his face distorts and he loudly curses in a language she doesn’t speak. One of them is bent in such a way that she can only describe it as a capital letter. If she wasn’t used to it, perhaps she’d have been choked shocked – but she’s used to blood, ash, and injuries.

“It’s broken,” she says as bluntly as possible, so it can register through his thick skull. “In fact, they’re most likely both broken. No doubt about your left one, at least, that thing’s bent.”

“Goddammit,” he curses under his breath.

“I can’t do anything about it on my own,” she admits, shame washing over her like pelting rain. “I need to bring you to a healer as soon as possible.”

“Sucks ass,” he swears again.

Séréna gets back to her foot and gives him her hand.

“Come on. We’re riding my wolf to Ruri, or whoever else’s the nearest cleric.”

He doesn’t want to agree, she can plainly see it.

“Étranger can still carry me.”

The wyvern in question loudly blows from her nostrils.

“How do you plan on manoeuvring a wyvern without being able to use your legs?”

He swears under his breath again but grabs her hand anyway and pushes himself up. She barely has the time to catch him before he falls over, pain all over his face. In the end, she decides she may as well carry him like her bride; it’ll be both easier and shorter.

For all of his bravado, once in her arms, he melts a little, letting his eyes close back down. Even his breathing seems to even out, much to her incomprehension, and it’s only now that she lets herself have her heart sunk by how vulnerable he is. It’s like it shouldn’t even happen, but now that she does know how bad he must be feeling, her strive to protect him has increased tenfold. His life is in her hands and it’s a blood-soaked honour.

As carefully as one can, she sets him on Luna’s back, then climbs on top of the mount in front of him.

“Hold my waist,” she tells him. “I’ll be careful, but it’ll hurt anyway.”

“Whatever it takes,” he replies as he spits out. “Let’s… not make this drag on.”

“Agreed. Luna, onwards.”

The wolf turns around and, swiftly, takes off back to their army’s core.

#whumptober 2023 #no.5 #lyric #“It's broken”#yu-gi-oh arc-v #fic #peregrineshipping #otp: blood moon

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tanuki-kimono · 3 years

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[Evolution of furisode fashion from the 1950′s to 2020′s], handy charts by shop KomonoHana. Please note that the trends shown and describe here are the most notable evolutions - that doesn’t mean everybody was following those trends to the T ;)

1950-1970′s - Showa style

After wwii, a new era began for kimono, trying to recover from harships of wartime. Prototype of modern Seijin no hi was held for the first time in 1946. The economic miracle made possible for ordinary households to own or at least rent furisode outfits, which were in the past mostly only affordable for wealthy families.

Style favored bold embroidery with gold foil etc, and vivid oranges and emerald greens were very popular colors.

New methods and rules for kitsuke/dressing appeared as many people didn’t have the knowledge/means to dress in traditional furisode attire as before: => Expensive and heavy maru obi fell out of fashion, and fukuro obi became the norm (only patterned on one side, they are cheaper and easier to produce). => Costly and cumbersome layered kimono called kasane also disappeared, replaced by decorative collar called date eri mimicing layers.

1980-1990′s - Bubble style

The economic bubble from that decade saw a big demand for consumer products. Same went for kimono items.

Demand for embroidery and gold foil decreased, but glossy rinzu (raised ground patterned fabric) was super popular. Small scattered patterns were a staple of the period.

Fukuro obi also became longer, making elaborated novelty belt knots possible (before that era, bunko, or fukura suzume for example were the norm).

1990-2000′s - Antique kimono boom

When the economic bubble finally burst, the amount of money spent for Seijin no hi furisode dramatically decreased.

Little by little, antique kimono became fashionable. One reason, beside obvious cost, might have been the huge popularity of Akina Nakamori's music video [DESIRE - Jônetsu]. In any case, antique/vintage kimono shops opened everywhere.

That decade liked deep, crisp ground colors. Because of the second hand popularity, patterns were often old fashioned, antique ones.

Ready to wear kimono -sometimes designed by Stars of the era- started to become available, with often the promised of being easily washable - something difficult to do with silk kimono.

2000-2010′s - In your face! Ageha’s kimono

In reaction against to “old fashion” feeling of the past decade, style became more youthful and extravagant.

Gyaru magazine [Koakuma Ageha] made the hight ponytail fashionable, and that hairdo became a staple of that style, often embelished with large floral ornaments.

Contrasting colors like white, black, and purple were very popular. More is more was everywhere, with use of glitters, rhinestones, lace, frills, fur, pearls...

The “oiran” style also saw a trend, with furisode worn sexily off shoulder with obi belt knotted up front.

2010′s-2020′s - Between classic and modern

Furisode crazed fashion trends of the past decade became a bit more quiet, and offer diversified.

“Retro modern” furisode appeared, mixing reinterpreted traditional motifs and graphic/geometrical patterns. Colors tended to be really “pop”, not afraid to mix turquoise and bright pink for example.

On the other side of the spectrum, pastel colors were also in high demand.

Hairstyles returned to more classic buns, with notable fact that braids popularity rose.

2020′s~ - Chic and Romantic

Reiwa era is still pretty young, but new trends are emerging nonetheless.

Light, natural colors are fashionable atm, such as light greys or beiges.

Busy patterns are also losing ground, as quiet, or even plain mujifurisode are becoming easier and easier to find.

Cute frilly accessories make a return, with lace, pearl, etc. It can be as headress, or for undershirt, or even gloves.

Western shoes are more and more considered acceptable.

Hairstyle are light and romantic, with loose buns sometimes decorated with dried flowers for example.

#japan #fashion #kimono #furisode #obi #history #fashion history #Showa era #economic bubble #gyaru #Retro modern #mujifurisode #iromuji furisode #振り袖 #帯 #着物

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jayfortheday · 2 years

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Hello💘💘 I LOVE ur writing and if ur taking requests atm can I request a kinda funny one shot for Vance Hopper where the reader is rly sweet and polite so they never complain about their food order being wrong so Vance is always the one to be like “THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES”

No Pickles (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic or platonic)

Word count: 791

Description: Vance and Y/N get fast food together and Y/N receives the wrong order. They're too shy to get it corrected so Vance does it for them

Tags: Fluffy, fast food date

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Ever since you had become friends, you and Vance had made it a point to get burgers for lunch every Saturday. This saturday was no different in that regard. Vance met you outside your house at 11:30 to walk with you over to the local McDonald’s. On the walk over, you discussed school. There’s always more to discuss with you and Vance being in different grades.

You talked about teachers and classmates and homework and upcoming tests. You loved talking to Vance, no matter the topic, one reason these outings were so special. You arrived to the restaurant at around 11:45, just in time to meet the rest of the lunch rush. However, being a smaller town, the rush wasn’t large. You only had to wait in line for about five minutes before it was your turn.

As normal, Vance let you order first as he examined the menu, even though you knew he knew what he wanted.

“Hi, um, can I just get a cheeseburger with no mustard?” Even though you tried to project, your voice was still quiet. If this cashier wasn’t one who had served you many times, she probably wouldn’t have understood what you wanted. She nodded as she punched the buttons on her register.

“Any fries today?” She asked with that artificial customer service voice. You nodded in response. “59 cents today,” she said, reading the number off the register.

You handed her a dollar bill and waited for her to count out your change of 41 cents. She handed the coins to you and you stepped away from the register. You paused by Vance.

“You wanna find a table while I get our stuff?” He suggested. You nodded with a small smile and headed into the dining area. Your favorite table by the window was available so you rushed over and sat at it. You took the opportunity to put your coins into your pocket as you waited for Vance to return.

After a couple of minutes of staring out the window, Vance walked over with two bags in hand.

“Number one,” he said as he plopped one of the bags in front of you. “And number two.” He put the second bag on the table near his spot. He reached into his bag, pulled out the fry container, and popped one into his mouth. You reached into your bag and pulled out your wrapped burger. You unwrapped it and lifted the top bun to check if they remembered to leave off the mustard. As you half expected, there it was, a sickly yellow sauce sitting on top of the burger.

The slightly sour look on your face must have given you away. Vance suddenly leaned over the table to examine the burger with you. He could already see the gears in your head turning, debating whether to ask for another one or just suck it up and eat is as-is.

“I can go get you another one if you want,” he suggested, pointing his thumb towards the register.

“Oh, no, no it’s ok, it’s fine, really,” you responded, already embarrassed at the thought. You hated complaining about things, they always felt so small. Vance smiled a bit, seeing through your rambles.

“Give it here,” Vance said, holding out his hand expectantly. There wasn’t any annoyance in his face or really any negative emotion, he was fine doing this. You sighed a little, rewrapped the sandwich and handed it to Vance. He took it, stood up, and walked otwards the register.

Blush spread through your face as you watched him. You knew that, for him, this was no big deal but you thought it was. You rest your elbows and chin on the table and clasped your hands on top of your head. You kept a close eye on the counter. Vance raised the burger in his hand as he talked to the woman at the register before setting it down on the counter. An apologetic smile crossed her face as she spoke indistinctly to Vance. She turned behind her and shouted something to the kitchen.

After a couple seconds, someone in the back handed her a new sandwich and she, in turn, handed it to Vance. He grabbed both burgers and walked back to the table. Your eyes followed him as he crossed the room and sat back down. He handed you the new sandwich and kept your old one.

“See?” He smiled, closing his eyes. “No big deal.”

“I swear, Vance Hopper, you’re a fuckin’ magician,” you giggled, unwrapping the new burger and taking a bite. This one was better, you couldn’t taste any mustard.

“What can I say,” he said, looking at you fondly. “Guess I’m just superhuman or something.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Such a fun little prompt, I love writing funny stories. Also, did I research McDonald's prices for the '70s? Yes, I did. I'm committed to the craft. I also wish to note that I hate mustard with every fiber of my being

#vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the black phone #fanfic #fanfiction

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nothorses · 2 years

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this isn't directly @ the for them binder anon but seeing their asks made me realize oh hey i should share my experiences with a similar thing too. the tomboyx "compression top" binder that they're selling in the target pride collection seems to be about the same as this person's experiences with the for them binder! i bought one a few weeks ago after only having had a gc2b for years and the difference is incredible. it's so much more comfortable, for me with my gc2b it'd get like intensely uncomfortable after maybe four or five hours of wearing it to the point that i could get really overstimulated if i didn't take it off asap. but with this honestly it just feels like wearing a sports bra that's doing its job Really Well. i have noticed that it binds a little less than the gc2b, but for the most part it's not enough to make me dysphoric unless i'm hell bent on wearing a really tight shirt. so i definitely think that's a great alternative for people who dislike traditional binders. i will say if you're a bit in between sizes go for the one that's a little bit bigger, even if the elastic band at the bottom is a bit too loose, that's how it is with mine and probably part of the reason i don't find it terribly constricting. plus they're only 25 bucks which is a damn steal for a binder lol.

Awesome!!

It's worth noting that binders like these, which focus on comfort over binding, are going to be most effective for people who already have small chests- others may find them ineffective, and potentially really disappointing because of that.

That's not to say they're not worth a shot, though! Just know your limits & needs, and make choices accordingly.

I also want to point out that tomboyx has a rough history with the trans community. @vaspider has talked about multiple instances of the company ripping off their designs, which he created and sells through his queer-run small business. Meaning they've stolen at least one trans creator's artwork to make a profit off it, and very likely impacted his business and livelihood in doing so.

I don't have the post on hand (and I'm in the woods with barely any service atm) so take this with a grain of salt- but I have also heard some stories around their treatment of trans models, involving, iirc, a lot of misgendering and disrespect. Please make sure to verify that before taking me at my word, though.

If tomboyx's are what you can access and afford, that's a great option! I'm really glad it's available to folks, and the push to get binders into large retail stores is really exciting.

Otherwise, consider buying from forthem if you want a comfort-over-binding binder, GC2B if you want a more effective binder*, or TransTape if you want to try a non-compression binding method.

*Binders should never be painful or consistently, noticeably, or unbearably uncomfortable, and if they are, it is very likely you have the wrong size. GC2B provides free sizing help from experts through their site, and at least in my experience, I've never had a problem with this even when I was wearing a size too small (though that did start to impact my lung capacity over time; always make sure you have the right size).

The scratchier fabric of the binding panel on the inside front can also sometimes be irritating on sensitive skin; you can turn the binder inside-out if that's the case. If you're prone to sensory struggles, though, this kind of discomfort is very possible and very normal; I just want to prevent folks from panicking or worrying in case they don't have good reason to.

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soulariarym · 2 years

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Hi! I'd like a matchup for (male) dbd killers 🙏 I am a straight cisgirl with medium length wavy hair that is dyed in a dark brown color. I have a slender body type, 5'3", and I have acne scars.

For hobbies, I enjoy illustrating, playing story-oriented games and taking pictures of cityscapes, flowers, and animals. I also enjoy listening to music, and while I don't really have a preference and they're usually depending on my mood, I mostly listen to bedroom pop and dream pop.

I have an interest in art, but while I excel in drawing and illustration I absolutely suck at arts and craft. I'm also interested in photography. I'm curious and interested in bugs that don't give me the heeby jeebies and would snap pictures of them. If there is a particular topic I am interested in I'd waste my time reading every single trivia and fact available (though this does not include studious theories, I hate having to learn theories and heavy philosophies). With movies I tend to like action and comedy movies, and with horror I lean towards psychological horror moreso than thriller as I couldn't stomach so much gore on screen. I never rewatch movies that made me shed tears.

Personality wise I'm quite laidback and a go with the flow kind of person. I like to think that I'm outgoing and friendly when I'm actually a bit introverted. I'm an open book with my face always subtly showing my actual feelings (like my lips always pout when I'm upset) so it's hard for me to lie. When I'm already with close friends I tend to let myself go and be rowdy and rambunctious. I'm unfortunately kind of slow intellectually so I never had the confidence to discuss and debate, which in turn makes me upset if someone disses my values and beliefs and having to repress anger. Aside from being kind of stupid I'm also a bit clumsy 😅 Whenever I'm in a low mood I tend to shy away from everyone and prefer to be left alone, both in real life and in social media.

So sorry if this is too long, if there are some things that I actually forgot to include then please ignore this!

Sorry this took a bit I’ve been busy, my apologies <\3

I match you with…

The Hillbilly! (Max Thompson)

Max was instantly hooked on you, the way you snap pictures of the environment and your surroundings always had him staring in your direction. You’re unique, different from the other survivors. You always caught his interest. You always had different things to do, different places to be. Even in trials you managed to stand out from the rest

You’re perfect for Max, you made him feel relaxed rather then his usual timid demeanor. Everything he had missed out in life blossomed with you, every time you were together he got to see the beautiful nature, music, life all around him he never got to witness.

As much as you love taking pictures of animals Max can’t help but feel the urge to kill it and store it for food. Though if you let him know you don’t like when he does that, not only that but can’t stand all the gore he’ll not do it in front of you. But once you guys separate he’ll go back to that same spot and hunt the animal you both spotted earlier. Though the longer he spends time with you he’ll slowly stop that habit.

If you’re chatting with Max about a debate don’t worry about him arguing with you because he doesn’t talk, he’ll just nod and listen to you. Ranting to him is better then a “professional” he won’t ask dumb questions or judge you no matter the topic.

If you’re researching on a particular subject he’ll look over your shoulder to see what you’re reading / researching. If you ask him if he “needs anything” he’ll shake his head before tilting his head at what you’re reading. (Im gonna guess you get excited when telling someone your topic you’re interested in atm? :) ) with Max he loves when you get excited to tell him, he thinks you’re so cute and loves seeing you happy and excited. He’s excited too.

I match you with…

The Ghostface! (Danny Johnson)

Danny loves how you both share interest in photography. Well… while you snap pictures of places and animals Danny snaps pictures of people and well, you

If you’re distracted with your music Danny will snap pictures of you while you’re listening, keeping very quiet so you can’t hear him even without your headphones. If you fall asleep with your playlist open he’ll snap a picture of that too, a lovers gotta know his girls music right?

If you’re watching a movies together you’ll notice he gets more turned on and or flirty when you guys are watching horror, gore. Though can you complain? He’s such a good tease. If you both are watching anything else together he likes snuggling with you, resting your head on his chest as he plays with your hair.

When you’re distracted he likes styling your hair in different styles, ponytails, buns, you name it, whatever he’s feeling at the moment. When you’re sleeping he’ll secretly snap pictures of you. It’s creepy obviously but it’s Danny, don’t expect him to be “normal”

If you show him your photos he’ll give you advice on lighting, placement, everything you need to know. If you question how he knows so much he’ll just shrug it off saying he had to take pictures for a job. Sometimes he lets his words slip, telling you, you should add some gore in your pictures. He knows he messed up especially knowing you hate gore and can’t stand it. He’ll be quick to correct himself saying things like “I’m sorry sweetheart I was watching a film the other day and it had your type of photography in it so I thought it would be a good combo”

#dead by daylight #x reader #dead by daylight fanfic #x slasher #max thompson jr #danny johnson #the ghostface #ghostface

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hongnanglen-arina · 4 years

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Tasty | Choi Seungcheol/S.Coups

Genre: Crack, Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem reader

Warnings: sexual content (:

Words: 2.7k

A/N: Hey there! My dear Ro ( @binniesthighs ) and I wanted to exchange something nice for this years Valentine’s day so we decided to attack and crush the other with one member of SVT that has the most affect on us atm... hahaha and this piece is the final result. I hope you’ll like it Ro.... hrhrhr ♡

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The cafe was nice. There were all kinds of flowers hanging upside down the ceiling, giving the whole facility an effortless romantic charm. It was a new cafe and your boyfriend agreed in visiting it with you after you had shown him photos on SNS. If someone saw Seungcheol for the first time, they wouldn’t believe that this man has a soft and romantic side. And lucky you could call him your boyfriend.

Seungcheol’s hand let go of yours when he payed for your order. Normally you would fight over paying but today he won the discussion back at home to spare strangers to witness your little fight.

It didn’t take long until you could sit down with your order, admiring the location from a different angle. Seeing flowers everywhere and not only above your heads made you feel as if you were in a flower field on a lovely sunny day. It was different to all the other cafe’s you’ve visited so far.

“If the beverages and desserts are good too, I might become a regular here,” you smiled widely, clapping in your hands excited and Seungcheol chuckled.

“Sounds like I have to save money to pay for all your visits then?” You glared at him and he held his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry.”

Shaking your head, you took your hot cocoa and waited for your boyfriend to take his as well. Clinking them with giggles and as you were carefully taking your first sip, you heard Seungcheol say, “Happy Valentine’s, princess. I love you.”

You stopped in your tracks and almost dropped your hot cocoa because of his sudden confession, your cheeks heating up as you sheepishly replied, “I love you too, Seungcheol. Happy Valentine’s day.”

“Enjoy.” You nodded and took another sip. It was really good.

It seemed as if your boyfriend thought the same when you noticed his smile after trying his drink. You reached for the little fork to start with your cake when Seungcheol lifted up his dessert, holding it in his hand while taking a bit of the whipped cream on his finger.

Your gaze lowered and wondered if they didn’t give him a fork or anything but there was one on the little tray. When you locked eyes with him, you saw a smirk on his lips when he put the finger in his mouth slowly.

Why did it make you swallow so thickly? You shouldn’t be this affected by it.

Trying to concentrate on your own dessert, you were about to finally try your cake when you saw Seungcheol from the corner of your eyes have whipped cream on his finger again and you wanted to know if he did this on purpose. He waited until you looked at him and opened his mouth, poking his finger with the tip of his tongue first and letting it circle it afterwards, cleaning it.

“Tasty. Just like your juice. So sweet… and I can’t get enough of it.”

The piece of cake fell down your fork and you blushed furiously, instantly looking around to check if anyone heard his words. “Yah, you can’t say that here!”

“Why not? Everyone should know how easily it is for me to make my little girl wet.”

“W-what??? S-Seungcheol!!” You tried to hush him. With no avail and it got even worse when he stood up, causing everyone to look at him when he cleared his throat loudly.

“I would like to inform all of you that this cute girl here in front of me is my girlfriend. I love her so much. She’s sweet just like this dessert in my hand. Not just her looks and personality but also when she’s aroused and I’m buried between her legs-“

“SEUNGCHEOL!!” You almost screamed, wanting nothing more than to disappear from this world. What the hell was he doing!?

“I’m just telling the truth, princess. Your juice is so addictive, I could eat you out all day long.”

The people around you were either shocked or cheering you on, some even filming the whole scene with their phones.

“Y/n, you could spread your legs here and I will show everyone how we do it.”

“OKAY, WHAT THE HELL!? I’M LEAVING! OH MY GOD!!” Jumping off your chair, you headed in the direction of the door but your boyfriend grabbed your wrist, making you stop.

“I mean it, princess. Let’s give them a little show. Maybe they want to have a taste, too?”

“Are you crazy?!?!?” Trying to free yourself from his grip, he easily grabbed your other wrist and pulled you closer. “Believe me, I know what I’m doing,” he smirked and roughly pressed his lips on yours.

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With a loud gasp you opened your eyes.

Your view wasn’t completely clear and sharp at first so you automatically blinked several times, noticing that you are in your bedroom and on your bed, cosily lying, wrapped in your blankets and having the scent of fresh linen filling your senses.

So it was just a dream. Absentmindedly you pouted to yourself. The date with your boyfriend felt so real and the little snippets you still had on your mind made you feel sad because it wasn’t but felt so real. Well, you definitely didn't need the second half of it though. You smiled to yourself and made a mental note that you should do a cafe date with Seungcheol soon when you felt something underneath your blanket, shuffling between your legs to be specific.

The moment you realized what was going on, you gasped out loud again, hands quickly grabbing and holding onto the sheets beside you. Something warm and wet touched your core and you wanted to close your legs, just to be stopped by two big hands. Seungcheol held you spread open for him so that he could continue doing what he had started.

“B-baby…” you stuttered, slightly overwhelmed by the pleasant wake up call.

More ruffling and your boyfriend lifted the covers a little, showing you his face. The look on his face was rather cute considering what he was doing to you. “Good morning princess.” After a wink, he disappeared again and left you no time to talk some more as his hands grabbed your thighs again, this time a bit tighter. His mouth was back on you, mouth sucking at your sensitive folds, moving them from side to side, just to stimulate your nerves.

Seungcheol was taking his sweet time with you.

You felt his tongue drawing circles over your clit, almost touching it but never giving you the direct contact. Unable to suppress the need, you tried to grind your hips against his face but when your boyfriend noticed it, his big hands held you in place, holding you down when he blew cold air on your clit, causing your body to shudder. Biting down on your lip, you let your head turn to the side, closing your eyes to concentrate on the feeling only.

He moved his hands, letting his nails dig into your flesh and giving you a pleasurable sting when he scratched along your thighs until his hands left them and moved closer to your core, spreading your folds with his thumbs to get better access. Your breath hitched when his tongue pressed against your entrance, dipping in and out slightly to tease you while the cold tip of his nose touched your skin. Seungcheol’s soft breath tickled you while his wet muscle pushed deeper into you. Just when you thought you would get more, he pulled out to place a faint kiss on your clit. He repeated it again and again, sometimes even thrusting his tongue in and out twice before giving a kiss.

Since his grip on your legs was gone, you were able to lift your hips, begging silently for more and after a while Seungcheol obeyed. While he kept your folds spread with one hand, he used to spread your juice with the other one and also to cover his long fingers with it. You had given him a lot already and combined with his spit, it was easy for him to cover your whole sex with it. Your legs trembled as you felt him prep you for the next step.

An impatient whine could be heard from you and for a second you thought you could feel him smile against your core before he started to kitten lick your clit, finally giving you more friction.

You were lost in the feeling, lifting your hips just to meet his movements, guiding his tongue to the spots you preferred. Switching from working on your clit, he occasionally left it to tease your folds, sucking at them, just to give your clit a stronger suck afterwards.

Your legs were shaking beside Seungcheol’s head, chasing your high, you stopped suppressing the soft noises that left your mouth. The sheets in your hands were pulled out from underneath the mattress when your boyfriend’s middle finger suddenly pushed into you. Arching your back, you accidentally made his finger enter you even more, clenching around his digit when he twisted his wrist a bit to cause friction on your throbbing walls.

The thin layer of sweat on your body soaked the blanket underneath you as you tried to meet Seungcheol’s rhythm. After a while a second and third finger was added, filling you even more. It felt so good to feel his fingers in you but they would never replace the perfect feeling his cock would give you every time you two had sex.

Another whine left your lips, followed by a moan when he flicked over your clit with the tip of his tongue, his fingers still pumping in and out of your throbbing hole.

“Oh god… I’m…. I’m almost there…..”

Seungcheol hummed satisfied against your core and bend his fingers upwards, touching your g-spot and rubbing over it without a warning and you had a hard time to keep your legs spread and not to crush him in between.

You wiggled your hips, unsure if you wanted more or if you wanted to escape this sweet torture.

The moans were getting louder and louder as he kept the pace, placing one hand on your lower stomach to intensify the friction on your sweet spot deep inside and you could feel your orgasm approaching. Steadily but not fast enough for your liking so you rolled your hips against him to help you get there. With one hand now above your head, your knuckles turned white as your grip around the headboard tightened. And with one hard suck on your clit the wave of your orgasm washed over your body, a broken cry coming from you when everything became blurry for a second. You had to close your legs because of the intense waves but you couldn’t because Seungcheol’s broad shoulders kept them open. He crawled up your body a little to place soothing kisses on your stomach while waiting for your orgasm to fade, his fingers slowing down in your core as you clenched less.

Your eyes were still closed but you noticed him move, expecting him to get a wet cloth to clean you up as he always did, but he just crawled on top of you and watched your face, mouth slightly open because you were still trying to control your breathing.

The moment you met his gaze, he was licking his fingers clean and you couldn’t help but to wipe his chin with your index finger. He thanked you with a soft smile which you returned. Neither of you talked. The both of you were lost in each others eyes, admiring the other and almost forgetting about the fact that you were naked, him between your legs and his erect cock pressing against your core.

Seungcheol was the one to break the silence. “Ready for round two, princess?”

You bit your lip sheepishly. “I’m not sure if I have enough energy for that.”

He chuckled at your words and softly bumped your nose with his. “Don’t worry. Just hold onto me. I will do the work.”

Giving his plump lips a quick kiss was your way to give him your approval, making him reach to the little drawer to get a condom. “You’re so tasty, it always makes me hard and longing for more… I can’t help it…” he admitted with flushed cheeks before taking the foil package between his teeth to rip it open.

You watched him without a word. Just the sight of him on top of you, preparing himself for the second round caused your own cheeks to heat up and you felt the urge to tell him to hurry up.

When the condom was rolled over him, Seungcheol adjusted himself, guiding his length so that it’s tip was lightly entering you. He placed his arms on each side of your head and waited until you wrapped your arms around him.

“Ready?” His voice was low and he waited for your nod before pushing forward. He didn’t hold back at all. He knew you were already prepared and wet enough for him, all of him. Also he knew your body like no one else. Sometimes even more than you. Your boyfriend made you realize it often enough in the past.

Seungcheol muffled his low grunts in the crock of your neck as he bottomed you out, lifting his hips to let them snap back in such a force, you were moaning loudly against his ear, grip tightening on his back.

“O-oh god!” You felt his hands cover the top of your head to protect you from hitting it against the headboard as he fucked you hard and deep, slurs of curse words leaving his lips but were muffled in your neck. With each trust you felt his balls slap your ass and without a second thought, your hands traveled down along his muscular back, leaving faint scratches on their way until they grab his ass.

His movements staggered for a split second and that was the sign for you to give him a smack on his ass. “F-fuck, y/n!” He groaned and sped up his thrusts, showing you that he was close. Although you thought you couldn’t reach a second orgasm, you felt the familiar pressure deep within your body that you gave your boyfriend’s ass a squeeze.

“M-mind… to help me for a second time, baby?”

Seungcheol propped himself up to look at your eyes and even though he needed his own release, a smile formed on his lips and he help his hips still for a moment, letting his cock stay deep in your core before grinding his hips against yours, giving you friction on your clit again.

You opened your mouth but except of your moans and whines, no full word could be heard. Bending your legs, you moved your hips as best as you could, meeting Seungcheol’s grinds. His mouth found your neck and sucked at the spot below your ear, causing you to dig your nails deep into his skin. The pleasant pain let him instantly snap his hips back and forth and before you could warn the other, you two reached your orgasm at the same time. Him shooting his load into the condom while your pulsating walls milked everything he offered.

You lost track of time when you felt him shift and throw away the used condom, pulling your form against his chest. The pace of his heartbeat hasn’t fully normalized just like yours and your bodies were covered in sweat but neither of you cared.

Seungcheol pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Let’s sleep some more, it’s still early. Later I want to go to a cafe with you. There’s a new one down the road and my friends told me it’s really good.

Your eyes grew wide as you remembered your dream. “Yah, can you read my mind or something?”

Seungcheol just wiggled his brows with a grin. “I’m your boyfriend. I know what you like, princess.”

Oh yes, he definitely knew. But in your thoughts you hopes that the last part of your dream won’t ever come true.

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justvibewith · 3 years

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Surprise Visit

Summary: You are a nursing student who just survive a hell week and you missed your husband, Wonwoo who is a doctor at a hospital in another state. Why not surprise him with a visit? Definitely a surprise visit that contains a whole drama.

Genre: fluff, a bit of suggestive (?), angst (more like a verbal fight tho)

Characters: Doctor Wonwoo x Female OC

Word Count: 3052

A/N: Hi! I’m a new writer and I only write for Seventeen atm. The name is Angel or you can call me Ella. English is my second language, so hopefully explain why writing is so bad. I used to write before but I had a writing block for over 3-4 years. Recently, I’m trying to train myself to write again. So I hope that all of you could give me some feedback or might challenge me to write some stories~ All of things happen on the story are fiction and some are real life experience. Enjoy!

"Finally, the hell week is over '' Hana lay her head down on the table. It was called hell week for a reason since the students had to take their final exam while also completing their practicals at the hospital. This is the week where a lot of students stay up, cry and stress together. Hana was also one of the students that pulled an all-nighter. To make it worse, she was not feeling herself. For a positive ball of energy like her, it’s unusual for that to happen.`I'm craving drinks, man. I wanna get drunk.." Siyeon said as she sat next to Hana with her iced americano. "Should we? Hana, you wanna go out tonight?" Jinjoo looked excited as she poked Hana. "I'm tired.." Hana mumbled from her arm. "That is why we should go out.." Jinjoo pouted as she tried to persuade her best friend. Hana sits up and drinks her iced tea in a daze. "Earth down to you, Hana. Are you good?" Jinjoo squeezed her friend's hand. "It must be about your husband, is it?" Siyeon guessed correctly which made Hana pouted. She looked at her sparkling wedding band on her ring finger. Jeon Wonwoo is Hana's husband and also a neurosurgeon at Seoul University Hospital. But currently, both of them are in a long-distance relationship since they are working and studying in different states. "How did you know?" Hana questioned, making Siyeon snicker. "It is so obvious, woman.." Hana pouted as she twirls the ring on her finger. Jinjoo looked at her best friend with a beaming smile. "How about you go and visit him? You know, give him a cute surprise~" Immediately, Hana's eyes lit up at the idea. “I mean, we already started our break. It doesn’t hurt for you to spend your time with your husband,” Siyeon encouraged her friend with a smile.

Hana was preparing her luggage when her phone rang. It is Wonwoo, who face-timed her. Hana scrambled, panicked before jumping on the bed to make it look like she did nothing. "Hi, baby. How are you?" Wonwoo's deep and gentle voice soothes Hana. She could make out that Wonwoo was also having a busy day judging by the tired smile on his face. Not only that, he was still wearing his white coat and his black thin-rimmed glasses subtly covered his dark eye bags. "Survived hell week. How are you? I missed you so much.." Hana beamed at the screen. "Miss you too, honey. Well, I had a few surgeries and I am also on call tonight, which is not fun. Have you eaten yet?" Hana nodded. "I did.. Take a quick nap okay? you look so tired, babe. Take care of your health too, if you are sick, how are you gonna take care of your patient?" Hana nagged her husband. "Yes, I understand, Mrs Jeon." He giggled. "I missed you so much.." Hana spoke softly. "Come here then.." Wonwoo grinned as he stretched. "Oh, I will. Just wait~" He laughed at her cute face scrunched.

"Who did you call?" Wonwoo turned to look at his fellow surgeon, Kwon Soon Young who pushed the door open. He came in with a cup of ramen with Jihoon, tagging along behind him. "My wife.." Wonwoo stood up and took a seat near the men as Jihoon put his ramen on the table. "You are married?" Sooyoung shouted. He was so shocked. He can’t believe this cold and stoic-looking man is already married. Soonyoung’s mind is revving to spill the tea about Wonwoo’s secret marriage to Seungkwan and Seokmin, the friendly nurses that he is close with. "It's obvious. He didn’t even hide that he is married. He even has his wife's picture in his locker and on his phone lock screen.Oh, I've met her once too," Jihoon said as he slurped the noodles. "Wait, am I the only person who didn't know? Can I meet her? Please?" Wonwoo sighed at his friend's persistence.

Wonwoo was finishing his round when he approached the nurses and doctors that he’s close with. "The infamous Jeon Wonwoo. Come and join us.." Yoon Jeonghan, the pediatric doctor called him. "We are talking about going out for dinner together tonight. I know your shift is gonna end today, so join us." Another pediatric doctor, Mingyu, excitedly urged him. "Mrs Jung, do you seriously agree with these nasty boys?" Wonwoo turned and asked the oldest nurse who is like his mom in the hospital, Mrs Jung. "I can't decline if someone is gonna buy me food and drinks. Doctor Min Ah Ra and Nurse Han Seo Jin are also going, so at least there are more women added to the party." She smiled. "I mean Doctor Min Ji seems very interested in you~You both would suit each other very much" Nurse Han Seo Jin wriggled her eyebrow at Wonwoo. Wonwoo looked very uncomfortable at the mention. Doctor Ah Ra is known for her straightforwardness in work and her love life. She always goes all out. Yesterday, she even bought him and Jihoon coffee and cakes. Even before that, she would always buy him food and sit near him. It’s not like he didn’t drop hints that he is not interested but in fact, he always declined and avoided her. Somehow, she didn't get it or she was just being persistent. "Should I be upfront and tell her that I'm married?" He thought. Sensing his discomfort, Mrs Jung said "I don't think that Doctor wonwoo think Doctor Ah Ra that way." Jeonghan also jumped to save him, "I guess it's true that Wonwoo is not interested in anyone.Oh, great news! Soonyoung and Jihoon said that they are going to join us too. This is going to be more merrier!"

Hana was very happy when she arrived at his apartment. When she entered the house, she smiled. The house was very clean despite being a bit dusty. "He must be very busy.." Hana cleaned his house and even stocked his fridge with food. She can't wait for him to come back home. After doing all the chores,she texted him to ask when he is available so she could call him, in order for her to know when he is going to go home. "Sorry babe, I'm going out to eat with the team. Might be home around midnight though." He spoke softly. "Well, I miss you.." He chuckled. "If you want me to call you around midnight, sure~" Hana laughed as she snuggled in his bed. "Well, it's okay. We can talk tomorrow.." He sighed when he heard his name "sorry babe, duty calls.." She smiled. "Take care babe, love you.." He whispered. "Love you too darling". After the phone call, Hana pouted, thinking what she should do to kill some time. " Well, I should go shopping and eat great food.." She grinned as she searched for the restaurants that are popular in that area.

Not only SoonYoung and Jihoon follow them but the nurses, Seokmin and Seungkwan also joined the team. They were having bbq and enjoying the meat. "You know, I'm glad my children are older now. I can enjoy going out with you youngsters without stress." Mrs Jung laughed happily as she ate a piece of meat. "This is so good!" Seokmin sighed happily. Wonwoo nodded as he munched on his food. Doctor Ah Ra, like always, would stick near him. "Here a wrap. Says ahh..'' she tries to feed him a wrap. Wonwoo put his hand in front of him "it's okay. You should eat it.." Jeonghan and Jihoon looked at each other and sipped at their shots, at the awkward drama. Before nurse seojin can try to be a wing woman, Mrs Jung speaks out. "I guess we should play a game.. I really wanna see all of you youngsters play the game truth or dare without dare.. I'm too old for dare.." All of them laughed at her joke.

Hana grinned happily as she walked into the BBQ shop. "Hi, can I have a seat for a person.." The waitress nodded and brought her to a seat. "I'm sorry to inform you that the set comes for 2 people," she smiled at the waitress. "It's okay.., '' she grinned at the waitress. The waitress nodded at her before sitting her down at an empty table. Hana was looking around the BBQ restaurants when a group of people caught her eyes. They were laughing at one of the women's jokes. "I should invite Siyeon and Jinjoo here.." She pouted as she looked at her phone. However, the guy who sits at the edge of the table looked very familiar which made her double take. She looked up again to see the man,clearly. Lo and behold, it's her husband. She quickly ducks her head, hiding her face. "Oh no! I'm going to be caught."

"Which department doctor do you hate so much?" Jihoon asked the oldest nurse. "We all know Mr Kang Ho Jun from the cardiology department. That man is annoying!" Mr Jung huffed. All of them laugh. "Yup I can't deny it." Jeonghan sighed, taking a shot. "So now let us turn the bottle.." It landed on Doctor Ah Ra. "Who is your ideal type amongst the doctors and why?" Nurse Seojin asked her. "My ideal type is doctor wonwoo. He is tall, handsome, and great at his work..." Everyone just wooed at her responses. Wonwoo wants to focus on the game despite his annoyance but the lady at the table in front of him caught his eyes. She was ducking her head awkwardly with a menu in her hands. He narrowed his eyes at the ring on her ring finger that looked awfully familiar. Then, he saw one of the waitresses come to her table. That is when she dropped the menu to talk with the waitress. She looked very hurried."Wonwoo it's your turn." He looked at them. "Huh?" Nurse Seojin goes again. "What nickname would you give to doctor Ji A?" Wonwoo's eyes travelled back to the familiar woman at the table in front and when the waitress moved, both of him and her eyes met. "Baby!"

"Baby!" When Hana's eyes met Wonwoo, she knew she was busted. She waves awkwardly. Wonwoo spoke briefly at them before standing up and walked towards her. Before she said anything, he immediately hugged her. "Umm... Surprised..?" She giggled." When did you arrive?" He looked at her, grinning happily. "This afternoon..." He barked a laugh, "so when you called me earlier.." Hana grinned "I was on your bed.." Wonwoo shakes his head at her and leads her to his table. She looked at the people nervously. Not even wonwoo's hand behind her could soothe her nerves."Guys, this is my wife, Hana. Hana, this is my friend and colleague." She bowed to them "hello, I'm Hana, wonwoo's wife. Thank you for taking care of him while he is working at the hospital." Jeonghan waves "we met again, Hana..." Jihoon also put his hand's up, saying hi to her as they met before.

Hana sat next to Wonwoo. The woman next to him look at her with unreadable expression. "I never know you were married!" Seungkwan bellowed. "I thought everybody knows.. Mrs Jung knows too.. " wonwoo said as his hand wandered behind Hana's back. "How was your internship?" Jeonghan smiled at her. "It was great. I learned a lot at the hospital.." Hana mused. "No wonder wonwoo hides her. She is so pretty..." Soonyoung's word makes Hana hides her face to his side. “You are studying nurse, right? I hope I can work with you in the future,” Mrs Jung smiled fondly at her. “ I hope she can do her job very well then,” the woman next to her rudely. All of the people at the table looked uncomfortable at her statement. “ Oh! Since you never met us formally, this is Nurse Han Seo Jin and Doctor Ah Ra. Both of them worked in neurosurgery too,” Hana nodded in understanding and turned to Doctor Ah Ra. “It’s nice to meet you,” Doctor Ah Ra rolled her eyes and just nodded as she drinks her soju.

Doctor Ah Ra keeps drinking her soju which makes all the people at the table become very nervous. The thing about doctor Ah Ra is, she is very outspoken but she can be much worse when she’s drunk. “ How did you guys meet?” Hana looked at Doctor Ah Ra. “Oh, we were in the same school,” Doctor Ah Ra hummed. “So, you become a nurse because he is a doctor?” before Hana could retort her reason to be a nurse. “Are you stupid? You think that you can date while working if you do that?” Doctor Ah Ra snickered. Hana frowned. She doesn’t understand why this woman is attacking her. “I did not become a nurse because my husband is a doctor. I don’t get why you insinuate things, Doctor Ah Ra.” Doctor Ah Ra laughed bitterly. “I don’t get it. Why does he like you? Because you are cute? We all know cute girls are the most foxy ones. You are not even that pretty.” The others were rendered speechless by Doctor Ah Ra’s words. Hana could sense Wonwoo is heated with Doctor Ah Ra’s statement. “ Doctor Ah Ra, I think you should get home now. You drank too much..” His voice is low and serious. “ I don’t get it. Why don’t you like me back? I don’t care if you are married, you should be with me,” Hana was heated with Ah Ra’s childish words. “Are you even hearing what comes out of your mouth?” Doctor Ah Ra laughed. “Look, a lot of guys left their wife for me. It’s not my fault that they want me. Jeon Wonwoo, I don’t understand what is so attractive about her. Her look is just basic, and I doubt she is that intelligent-” The sudden bang shocked everyone. “ I don’t mind if you insult me but don’t insult my wife. You have crossed the line, Doctor Ah Ra. Excuse us, it is better for both of us to retire for the night. I’m sorry everyone,” Wonwoo stood up and gathered their things. Hana looked at the others, feeling bad for ruining their dinner. “I’m sorry for this Doctor Jeon,” Mrs. Jung looked at him, feeling guilty. He shook his head, “ No, It’s not your fault, Mrs.Jung. See you guys tomorrow,”

“Are you okay,Wonwoo?” Hana sat down next to Wonwoo on the couch. “ I can’t believe Doctor Ah Ra has the nerve to say all of that. I thought that I didn’t drop hints that I was married and uninterested in her. It seems like she was ignoring those hints all along,” Wonwoo sighed. He used to feel so guilty when Doctor Ah Ra made moves on him, even though he, with the help of his other friends, did drop hints to her that he was uninterested and married. “It’s not your fault. It’s not like you give her false hope or anything. Some people choose to ignore things for their own happiness,” “Are you not mad or anything?” “ Why would I be angry about something that you can’t control? It’s not your fault that she falls for you. To be honest, I couldn’t get angry at her for falling for you but I am angry at her for not understanding boundaries,” Wonwoo hummed in understanding. “Anyway-” Hana quickly jumped on him, covering his face and neck with kisses. Wonwoo hauled in laughter. “You really miss me huh?” Hana kissed on the tip of his nose before answering. “ Of course. Who wouldn’t miss their husband, especially someone as hot as you?” Wonwoo grinned before flipping her on the couch. “Well, I guess I should give you all those loving that I missed during our last meeting,”

“ Someone’s glowing,” Mrs. Jung grinned when she spotted Wonwoo walking to their circle. “I guess you have a good night,” Jeonghan lifted his eyebrow, teasing Wonwoo, making the man groan. “ Did he fu-” before the words leave Soonyoung’s mouth, Jihoon shoved the rice cakes into his mouth. “ Have some rice cakes, I brought when I was out of town for conference meeting,” Doctor Seungcheol from cardiology department pat Wonwoo’s back. “I heard about yesterday’s tea. I hope you will be fine today,” he smiled to assure Wonwoo. Before Wonwoo could say anything, Doctor Ah Ra made way for him. “ Doctor Jeon, can I talk to you for a minute?”. Wonwoo nodded before making her way to her office. “Have a seat,” She offered when they got into her office. “I’m fine. What is it?” He spoke coldly. Doctor Ah Ra sighed before apologizing. “ I apologize for yesterday. I guess I’m not good at handling things,” Wonwoo nodded without saying anything. “ I also hope to apologize to your wife directly. It was low on me for blowing my anger at her,” Wonwoo nodded before opening his mouth. “ I accept your apology. I hope we can work like before without any personal feeling attached,” . Hana was surprised when Doctor Ah Ra apologized to her directly when she was having lunch with Wonwoo. “ It is fine. I accept your apology,” she smiled softly at the woman. “ What I did was very wrong, so I am very sorry once again,” said Doctor Ah Ra before she dismissed herself. “ Did she really apologize?” Jeonghan ran and sat near the couple. “Yeah, why?” Wonwoo spoke as he finished chewing his food. “ Very surprised because she has a reputation,” Hana nodded, “ What reputation?” Wonwoo immediately cut, “ No need to worry baby,” Jihoon and Soonyoung came and sat at their table. “ Baby? Gross,” Jihoon snorted as he took a sip of his coke. Soonyoung grinned at Hana “ Hi, we meet again. I have a lot of questions to ask you,” Hana laughed at the man. “ Yeah, ask away” Soonyoung giggled when he got the approval before typing in his Tiger cased phone. “ Does Wonwoo love skinship?” Hana giggled before grinning deviously. “ He does look cold but he loves skinship. He is a very romantic guy despite his looks,” All of the boys wooed at the shy man who’s gaze was straight on his food. “ Ewww, tell me more!” Jihoon giggled.

#Seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt fluff #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo

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the-smol-boys · 3 years

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Mcyt borrower au,

in this universe, borrowers are well known creatures (as in they are known to be real, still many misconceptions about them) and aren’t treated well at all often being thought of as pests. It is propogated that borrowers really aren’t any smarter than mice and they only evolved to look human so that humans would spare them and continued to let them take their food. This however is untrue as borrowers are just like people, except they are a lot smaller.

Some actually do recognize tinies as people though (or like to keep them as pets) so their are mini phones and other things available to the tinies although such items are relatively rare.

(Human!dream, human!sapnap, tiny!george)

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This is just a scenario concept (I don’t know how to write):

Dream and Sapnap are roommates and think they have a pest problem. Small but noticeable amounts of food start go missing. At night Sapnap swears he can hear a scurrying in the walls, but the most damning evidence is that there are holes in the wall that seem to be connected and art just big enough for something like a borrower to scurry through.

Sapnap is disgusted by the thought of one of those creatures living with them in the house, touching their food and other belongings. Dream on the other hand doesn’t think it’s a big deal as it’s not like the tiny person is actually doing any damage. But sapnap instists that they should get an exterminator. Dream reasons with sapnap that it’s not worth the trouble and instead buys a few glue traps to set by the holes so he can catch and release the small creature.

It’s a rainy day and dream is home alone when he checks the glue traps he’s set. And he stares in awe at what he caught. A tiny brunet staring back at him with wide eyes filled with fear. The poor creature had been stuck in the glue trap basically all night, trying desperately to unstick himself but struggling only made it worse and drained all his energy. As his eyes came upon the gigantic human his feeble struggles were renewed.

Dream had been taught that these human like tinies weren’t human and weren’t capable of complex thought but looking at its pathetic shaking form he couldn’t help but feel immense guilt. He crouched down and reached his hand out, making the borrower flinch. “It’s ok...I’m gonna get you out of there” he reassured as he carefully pulled the tiny out of the glue. Still much of the sticky substance covered the smallers limbs and clothes. Dream cradle him to his chest as he went to the kitchen sink to wash the remaining residue off.

The frail being let out a squeak as the coldness of the water shocked him and made him shiver more. It did take the opportunity to drink the faucet water, and dream didn’t try to stop him. The struggling and fear from the last night but have left him dehydrated.

“Does that feel better?” Dream cooed as he finished washing him off. He didn’t expect reply, he didn’t think these creatures were capable of responding verbally but he couldn’t help talking to it. It looked so scared and cute. Little did he know the burrowed could speak but the exhaustion and fear of being handled by a human made any attempts at speaking seem like an impossible task. Dream grabbed a paper towel and dried him off with it gently, the smaller might’ve been able to enjoy being carefully massaged like this if it wasn’t fearing for its life.

“All done~ time to let you go~ you’re very cute but sapnap and I agreed we wouldn’t get anymore pets without each other’s permission...and sapnap isn’t really a fan of you guys.” He picked up the smaller and curled his fingers around him to prevent him from fleeing...although dream doubt that it even had the strength to do that.

As they left the kitchen Dream broke a small piece off a loaf of bread and offered it to the burrower, who didn’t take it at first, but when dream place it on his chest the tiny weakly grabbed it. This made Dream smile a little, this must mean it was getting some of its strength back.

He walked down the hall and to the small foyer that lead outside. Dream opened his front door and froze...it was was raining, a gust of wind blowing through the dark humid scenery...it looks like a Florida storm was brewing. “um...” he looked down at his hands that were holding the burrower...the thing didn’t even seem to process what was going on anymore, looking like it was about to fall asleep. He felt his heart ache, captivated by the tiny’s cuteness...he couldn’t possibly let the smaller go now. Not in this weather, not when it was so weak...Sapnap didn’t have to know. He’d release the burrower in a day or two...sapnap wouldn’t even notice. Dream sighed and walked back inside, heading to his bedroom with the tiny cradled to his chest

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Lol I don’t know what this is or if this blog will go anywhere, I’m just in the mood for creating soft g/t fluff fearplay bs atm hahahaha

Also I’m a bit dyslexic so sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors

Feel free to send asks about this au or about basically anything ty

#giant/tiny #g/t #mcyt g/t #g/t au #g/t fluff #g/t fearplay #giant/tiny fluff #tiny!george #giant!dream #giant!sapnap

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