#and sm*t is not my forte so

[ichikopotato]

omg hi. Can I request a 2009 bill, with a reader that’s like bratty I guess? 😭 maybe she’s like yk being a brat and he js has enough and he likes puts her in her place or something, can you maybe make him a bit mean? Tysm I love ur work 🌟😽it can b smut or anything lol xx!

YESYESYES

synopsis : your sweet boyfriend Bill, finally had enough of your bratty behaviour. He decides to finally teach you a lesson you deserve.

warnings : spanking, hair pulling, mentions of “slut, pussy, cock” squirting, overstimulation, orgasm control, car sex.

a/n : I LOVE THIS SM, thank you all for 500 likes!💋 keep sending requests.

—> IT WAS ANOTHER NORMAL DAY with you and your boyfriend, Bill. You were at the mall together, walking around and shopping. You laid your eyes on a really cute pair of shoes, you point at it to your boyfriend.

“Nein, baby. I already bought you dozens of shoes” he chuckled. You whine, pouting. “But I want it! Please? Pretty please?” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than the shoes.

“Nein, Im not repeat myself again schatz.” He warned, looking down at you. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Whatever, I’ll get another man to buy me them.” You smiled, your bratty behaviour shining through.

Bill’s grip on your waist tightened, his eyes full of jealousy. “That’s it, we’re going to the car.” He dragged you back to the parking lot.

He shoved you in the car, locking the car door. “How many times do I have to tell you that you fucking belong to me only, huh baby?” He groans, pointing at your temple with his finger.

“Do I have to fuck it in your dumb little brain hmm? Yeah baby?” He teased, flipping your skirt up to reveal your panties. He smirked, removing your shirt.

“Bet your pussy’s already wet from my words, hmm?” He rubbed your wetness teasingly over your panties. You whine, grinding on his fingers “m’not w-wet—“

that’s what you said before him immediately removing your panties off.

“b-bill! hold on—“ you mewled, as he laps his tongue on your clit. “Fuckin’ brat, you wanted to get me riled up, didn’t you huh?” He muttered, as he eats you out like you’re the last meal he’s ever going to have.

You felt the coil in your stomach, you grip his hair. “M’close, bill— p-please!” You shakily asked. “Cum f’me, baby” as he continued to slurp you up.

You moan, your legs shaking as you come all over his tongue. He doesn’t stop there, lapping up your pussy continuously. “s’too much— bill!” You whined, pushing his head away. He groans, “m’not stopping until you squirt, schatz.”

It didn’t take long for you to squirt all over his face and tongue. He moaned, chuckling as he looked up at your flushed face. “Face down on the seat, baby.” He got up, pushing your head down into the seat.

He unbuckled his belt, flipping your skirt up again. He sighed, as he saw your plump ass cheeks. “Count f’me, okay baby?” He spanked your ass hard.

You yelp, squirming. He held your hips in place. “Don’t fuckin’ move, im adding more every time you move.” He warned.

He spanked you once more, smirking. “O-One..” you muttered, spank! “T-Two—“ spank! “T-Three!” spank!

That continued for 5 minutes, your pink cheeks stained with fat tears as you sniffle. “T-Twenty..” you mutter, as bill coed, rubbing your cheek. “Good girl, you ready for my cock, princess?” As he lined his tip to your entrance.

“J-Ja, plea—“ you squeal, without warning he slammed his fat length into you, pounding into you with a rough pace. “Such a-a good girl, fuck” he pulled onto your hair. He continues to thrust into you meanly.

You moan, gripping the car seat. You tighten around him, feeling you almost close to the edge. “M’close— B-Bill, c-can I cum?” You shakily ask between moans and whimpers.

He chuckled meanly, “not yet, you little slut. You can cum when I say so.” He smirked, pounding into you faster.

“I- can’t! Please, bill!” You mewled, on the brink of ecstasy. “Cum, baby. Show me how much of a good girl you are.” He thrusts into you faster, moaning. The car shakes back and forth.

You moaned loudly, cumming hard on his cock. You pant, whimpering softly. He smiled, pulling you up onto his lap. “Good girl, have you learned your lesson now?” He ran his fingers through your hair.

You nod, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. “Let’s go home now, I’ll buy you those shoes tomorrow.” He smirked

GUYS OMG IM SO PROUD OF THIS TBH; I LOVE YOU ALL, STAY SAFE💋

[mymelodymia]

Hey hun ty for writing my request with the bullying one I love it bby I got another one for you I promise this one's better and pure fluff 💗 so basically our Mikey man works to mf hard he has a younger sister(sorry I like the sister and big brother relationships there cute asf) like 7-8 surprises mike from work she makes him dinner, makes him a cute little bath, to the best ability an 7-8 your old can do lmaoo and idk maybe saves up some of her allowance and gets Mike something super nice and he's not sure how and is probably like "Baby where did you get this??" I don't fucking know but super fluffy and adorable. Ily hun ty! ✌🏽💜

aww, thank you sm for saying that and requesting again!

Best baby sister // Mike Schmidt x young!sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: just fluffy big brother Mike 🥰

Warnings: none :']

Age: 7-8

A/N: "mikey man" very funny 🤭

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You sat up in your small bed, you hopped up to say good morning to Mike. He was the only person in the world that mattered to you.

You walked into the kitchen and was greeted with the smell of bacon, you wrapped your small arms around him. He looked down at you, having not noticed you were there before.

He patted you on the back and returned to cooking. "Hi mike" you giggled, "morning y/n/n. How'd you sleep?" He asked you.

"Good" you answered, "good." He responded

"Thats what I just said" he chuckled at your comment, you were very sassy, of course.

"But i gotta go to work soon, okay?" He said strictly, pointing the spatula at you.

"Uuoohh, but why?" You complained "because, we need money right?" You groaned in response, you ate your breakfast with max instead. (Rude)

+•°+*°•+

there was one hour until Mike got home, you were playing with your dolls when you got the idea.

he works too hard, so you thought to treat him with a little something, you made him a very nutritious meal (microwaved mac n' cheese) and drew him a warm bath, overflowing with bubbles.

You also made a small fort in the living room, facing the tv. When you heard Mike's car pull in the driveway you ran out to him. You opened his door for him, and led him inside by your side.

You ran into the kitchen, passing the living room, Mike saw your fort and pointed at it. "Whats that?" He asked, but was quickly pulled away by you.

"Youre not allowed to see that yet." You said as you dragged him into the kitchen and sat him down. He chuckled as you sat across from him, a fork and knife in both hands, smiling from ear to ear.

You both ate your meals and you led him to the bathroom. He looked down at you, and kneeled down to hug you.

You shut the door and waited in the living room. He eventually emerged from the hall in a comfy sweater and soft pants.

He climed into the fort after you signaled for him too come in. He lied down on his stomach beside you, you both continued to watch cartoons for a while.

You rested your head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you tight.

He pecked you a few times before taking one of the many blankets in the fort and putting it over both of you.

You snuggled into his chest, his warmth comforting you as you listened to his heartbeat, you fell asleep soon after.

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The next morning after he left, you went out with max to surprise him, you had been saving up for months to buy him this. You handed the cashier tons of quarters to pay.

You folded it neatly and set it in a small gift bag. When he got home you gave it to him immediately, shoving it in his face.

He took it out carefully as max left to go home. He gasped as he read it. "Do you like it?" You asked as he kept staring at the hoodie that also had the words 'best big bro' on it.

"Do i like it? Of course i do! I like everything you give me!" He said picking you up. "But, how'd you get it baby?"

"Ive been saving up on my allowance! And searching the streets for some loose change" you said in a raspy voice, making a funny face as well.

He put it on and you both ordered a pizza, and you gave the delivery man the last quarter you had as a tip.

You ate three pieces before you complained about being to full. You fell asleep in Mikes lap while he was playing with your hair. He picked you up and tucked you into bed. Placing a kiss to your forehead.

He went to sleep smiling, still wearing the hoodie, of course he wouldn't tell you that he worked at the shop you bought it from and saw you get it for him but, he was still over the moon nonetheless.

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@white-wolf-buckaroo //

[rainswept]

you ask for Fontaine brain rot/reqs, I deliver.

So idk if you've done the recent archon quest and lyney/lynette story quest so if you haven;t be careful caus i will be spoling !

SO

That part where Lyney is freaking out over Freminet and Lynette had me SCREAMING especially since ive done their story quest AND ALSO FRIENDSHIP 10 LYNEY SO I HAVE THE LORE AND IT HURTS SM but I won't spoil all that for u-

so anyways, i started thinking, imagine Lyney has a lover who's been with the siblings for years (and also works for Arlecchino) and is considered another sibling by Lynette and Freminet. They were also diving with Freminet when they encountered water from the primordial sea

now imagine clorinde can only take one person with her at a time when she pulls them back, and she saves Freminet first, later going back for Lyney's s/o

Eventually Freminet wakes up like he does in the quest, but the reader just.. doesn't. Hours pass and the siblings are freaking tf out because they don't want to lose anyone.

(now I can't decide if I crave angst or if I want to comfort my babies so ill give my headcanons for both shiguegoe)

angst: Lyney's lover keeps deteriorating, parts of them gradually turning blue and quite literally withering away (caus you know the water and the dissapearances- yeah-) and the siblings can do nothing but watch

Lynette shuts down more frequently and for longer periods, not even saying anything to Lyney

Freminet blames himself for not noticing sooner, for not getting them out sooner

And then there's Lyney.. he blames himself for not only putting his siblings in danger, but losing his lover...

He sits by their bed watching as they wither away, holding their hand. He knows Father will be upset by his lack of comitment to the mission but he can't bring himself to care

The day they pass, no one says a word. They continue with their mission, report to Father, go on with their Fontainian lives until they're alone and they cry. they cry and scream and curse whatever archons or god's are listening.

AND NOW BEFORE I CRY THE HAPPIER VERSION

After days of not waking up, they finally open their eyes.

Lyney is fretting over them asking if they know where they are, who he is, what happened etc

now to throw in a tidbit of angst, what if they awoke with some disability? like they cant see anymore, they can't hear properly, cant walk properly etc

Lyney and Freminet would devasted because they blame themselves. Lynette would be quick to remind her brothers at least everyone is alive.

It'd be bad because with a disability, they can't work for Father anymore, or at least not the way they used to

AHHEOGUHEOG im stuck in a neverending brain rot my guy

Anyways. I was actually going to request for you to write your own take on this but you don't have to if you dont want- even just hearing your take would be nice lmao

also if its ok i reallly wanna be mutuals! I just found you blog and im obssesed!! I really wanna be friends<3

NO BECAUSE I SCREECHED SO LOUD MULTIPLE TIMES READING THIS !! THANK U SO MUCH YES OFC I WANNA BE MUTUALS/FRIENDS!! genuinely absolutely made my day to have u ask that oh my god??

also don’t worry about spoiling anything for me, i’ve read every little bit of lyney/lynette/freminet lore out there 😭 and i’ve done all of the new fontaine archon quests already (i need help. it’s okay though!)

as for angst — u know me so well already this is my forte. cracks knuckles here i go

freminet feels as if something is off.

already beginning to panic, he turns to you in a hurry. the water swishes in his ears. when you meet his gaze, wide-eyed, the gut ‘feeling’ turns into a full-blown punch to it. oh, now he realizes; he can’t breathe. his heart’s racing, chest tightening and throat feeling as if it’s closing up.

you reach out, and exchanging unspoken words, you two turn around and make to retrace your patterns with haste. hand in hand, you race against frittered time; but even your best efforts are not enough, and the both of you are forced to acknowledge it when freminet’s vision begins to turn spotty.

he got in the water first; he’s gone before you are. his body floats limp beside you as you drag him along through the water, even as the surroundings grow hazy for you, too. a cold tingle runs up your spine as you consider the possibility; is this the end?

(when you had left for the pipes, the most you had exchanged with lyney was a quick kiss on the cheek as a goodbye. that wouldn’t do.)

but even as you try desperately to cling to life .. the “sea” is a cruel thing, and it does not care for your mortal frivolities. (a proper goodbye? .. foolish.) with cold, disorienting water enveloping your senses from all sides, your only grounding thing being freminet’s (rapidly cooling) fingers against yours — it didn’t take long before you succumbed to the “sea”, too.

(your last thought as the world went dark was “i’m sorry.”)

(even in your barely conscious state, you feel another wave of panic surge through you when freminet’s fingers slip away from yours — but you don’t have enough energy to hold on.)

reader lives:

the incessant thrum of the water rushing through pipes rattled in your ears. your whole body was sore, weak and tired; and all of your limbs felt like lead attached to you via shoddy workmanship. your head hurt like hell, and what’s worse is that the moment you opened your eyes, you were immediately met with the sight of the three people you cherished most.

first, there was freminet, who was sitting on the bed opposite to yours. his posture fixes from a slouch into proper the moment he spots you, perhaps in.. excitement? shock? you weren’t sure. his eyes lit up, though.

second, there was lynette. she was .. a bit more on edge than usual. that was .. to be expected, of course, but really. you were out for.. what, an hour or two? come on, all four of you put yourselves in danger all the time. what was different about this?

(what was different was the fact that you were not out for an hour or two. no, make that days. they were sure to remind you of this.)

then, there was lyney. for him, the world seemed to stop.

lyney, who was pacing the room in sheer desperation. he walked and walked, boots timed and in tune with the clocks and dripping water from the pipes. in his nervousness, he had unwittingly created a quite fitting melody.

(the only sounds once he ceases walking are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.)

lyney, who had rushed to your bedside the moment he had noticed you were up. he looked exhausted, but the second you were awake the mask was .. attempted .. to be put back on. however .. it didn’t take someone as observant as you, or even one who knew him so well, to notice that it was placed crooked.

(how absurd he looked, trying to put on a front everyone in the room knew was one.)

why, even, you would have bet that it could’ve been surmised by a child. once again, emphasis on ‘you would have’, for there was no time for thinking about that when he rushed to your bedside and enveloped you into an embrace. you didn’t miss the way his fingers grasped at the back of your shirt in downright desperation.

(in clear, bold letters, it reads; “if nothing else, please let this be real.”)

he slots himself beside you and, wordlessly, holds you close. he doesn’t need words — neither of you do. this is enough.

lynette and freminet looked on, neither of them opening their mouths when lyney buries his face into the crook of your neck and stays there for just a bit too long. he doesn’t cry. instead, he whispers shakily against your skin; “i thought i’d lost you.”

(the only sounds once he ceases speaking are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.

(no one speaks up just yet.)

(the only sounds in the room are the clocks and the water dripping from the pipes.)

(you’re starting to think those were the only sounds ever there.)

when he finally pulls away, you notice he’s fixed his mask. lyney now smiles, and the shake in his voice is gone; but you know it’s not all better, not when he refuses to leave the infirmary even after sigewinne and the traveler inquire. you know it’s not all better, not when the four of you are alone again. lyney sits beside you on the bed, refusing to so much as stand up (he doesn’t want to let go of your hand. you don’t comment on it, but his fingers are still shaky as he holds onto yours like they’re a lifeline.)

you don’t exchange as much as a single word after that. you just bask in each other’s presence, apologies and pleas and “i love you” shared during every lingering glance between everyone in the room.

the four of you don’t need words. this is enough.

reader dies:

seven mistakes went unnoticed. seven signs went unfollowed. seven things (and five people) went wrong that day.

one: freminet.

it was entirely freminet’s fault, he thinks, it was. if only he had gotten you out of there in time. no — he shouldn’t have even brought you. he sits on the infirmary bed opposite to yours, knees pulled up to his chest, and he clutches pers with a death grip. he dips his head in such a way that his face is hidden with his hair; he doesn’t want to let lyney and lynette see him in this state. they have enough to deal with.

two: the primordial sea.

but they were bound to notice eventually, right?

“it was entirely the primordial sea’s fault,” lynette would remind, hand on freminet’s shoulder. “it wasn’t yours.”

the primordial sea. the cold and vicious waters were such a contrast to those he held so dear; what was typically calming and merciful turned to something suffocating and terrifying. but that didn’t change the fact that it was an inanimate thing.

he drops pers at the contact; it clatters to the floor; he looks down, wide-eyed and apologetic; he reaches down to pick it up. lynette does not put her hand on his shoulder again.

three: wriothesley.

“it was entirely wriothesley’s fault,” lyney wants to scream. he’s frantic, pacing the infirmary and voice cracking every time he speaks. lynette and freminet have seldom seen him so panicked. he needs to do something, he needs— he can’t. he can’t leave. once he gets his hands on wriothesley, he swears he’ll—

four: clorinde.

it was entirely clorinde’s fault. it was entirely her choice to pick only one of you to save. no one can bring themselves to be upset at her, for she did try to save both of you. but the realization slowly dawns upon the three children of the house of the hearth still with a steady heartbeat; it was either going to be you or freminet.

they realize this at different times. every time they do, they exchange a silent, quick glance.

freminet would’ve gladly given up his life. lyney and lynette, however .. they would not have been able to choose.

five: the gods.

it was entirely the gods’ fault. curse the gods, lyney thinks. he’s still pacing the room, and while he never put much stock in the divine, he was practically yelling at them now. he knew it wasn’t logical. but he needed something. what was the point of a god if not to help their people? what was the point of a god if just to watch people suffer like it’s an opera?

was she here now? was she watching? was this a “twist” for her? did she delight in this?

six: lyney.

it was entirely lyney’s fault. he shouldn’t have let you or freminet go. he shouldn’t have. he shouldn’t have let wriothesley play him like he was a deck of cards in his hands. this was all his fault. all his fault. he knew of the prophecy, dedicated his whole life to it — and yet hadn’t managed to save you from its clutches?

seven: you.

in truth — it was no one’s fault. but lyney is still pacing the room, breathing getting heavier and more rapid every time he steals a glance at you. lynette’s eyes still trace his every move, conveniently ignoring the sight of you as best she could; and freminet still has his face buried in his knees as to not look at your decaying body.

none of them can deal with the fact that it was simply an accident. no one meant for this to happen — there was no one to blame.

they needed someone to blame.

so each and every one of them blamed themselves. as lyney’s fingers grasped your cold ones, he squeezed them softly even as they began to turn blue beneath his grasp. he couldn’t bare to let you go.

and after three long days, the sun rose to find your bed empty where you had laid. you were nowhere to be found. for a moment, lyney’s heart practically leapt out of his chest, wondering .. did you get up?

but as he rushes to the bedside, his face falls. he should’ve known not to get his hopes up.

the blankets were damp where you had laid, soaked with water just as the stage in the opera epiclese had been.

lyney didn’t cry, nor did lynette or freminet.

they didn’t exchange so much as a word the day you died.

instead, they put their aching hearts and empty souls into the mission at hand. they worked twice as hard to distract themselves, and they provided excellent results for “father” — but they had barely worked together to do so.

they exchanged cold words and they held each other at night, when the pain became too much — because as much as they tried to pretend like nothing happened, that was a lie, just as the rest of their existence — but there was no mistaking it. they were now divided.

there was always you. and now there wasn’t.

lynette was the one who informed “father” of your .. whereabouts. lyney couldn’t bring himself to.

[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 13 — COCKWARMING

PAIRING: jay x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, fingering, breeding, mentions of nicknames and bets.

WC: 1568 words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: happy birthday @forjongseong iloveyou sm <333 i really hope you like this lil gift omg and have a great day ahead :3 i really went ahead and wrote the longest kinktober for you omg are you proud of me? have fun reading it! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <3

Working out late, especially on lazy winter days, was not your forte. It was a given that you could handle any task given to you, efficient work was your specialty, however, it bothers you to get up from the bed, especially when Jay pouted and pulled you closer each time you tried to get up.

You’d rather spend your day with him, doing nothing but being lazy with the man you had grown to adore with all your being.

“You can’t resist me, can you?” He smiled at you lazily, pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

You huffed, “of course I can.”

He pouted at your answer, an exaggerated pout which made you squish his cheeks and give him a peck, “but sadly, I need to go to the office today.”

He looked into your eyes for a second before he clicked his tongue, an attractive smirk on his face as he spoke up, “let’s make a bet then.”

You raised your brows at that, listening to him while you opened your closet to decide your work outfit for the day, “what bet?” You asked.

“Try to resist me for the whole day,” he said with a glint in his eyes, “if you don’t end up being needy for me by the end of the day then you’ll be the winner, baby.”

“And what will my prize be?” You asked, looking at him with challenging eyes, trying your best not to give in already at how beautiful he looked in your shared bed, the sun rays falling on him made him look like pure honey.

“Anything you want,” he spoke in a breath.

You smiled, asking if the outfit you’ve chosen looks well and he approves in a second before you ask him again, “what would your prize be if you win?”

“I won’t let you go to the office tomorrow,” he got up, his torso visible to you now that the blanket wasn’t covering him up fully.

You knew the meaning behind his words, it sent a shiver down your spine at how he looked right into your eye while saying that. You loved how he never hesitated to tell you how much he craves for your attention.

“Bet,” you spoke up.

“Bet.” He smirked.

You thought it would be a simple task per se, however, you didn’t expect him to be so invested in this bet, he had sent you a total of four videos and seven pictures of him throughout the time you were in the office, starting from the one where he was shirtless with droopy eyes, lazily having breakfast, to him making a video while showering. He did it all.

You’d be lying if you say that it didn’t affect you in the slightest, in fact, you sat with your thighs pressed together for the whole day, muttering curses and wondering if Jay was real.

All you wanted to do was to get back home and tease Jay back, you had a perfect idea planned out for him and it didn’t matter how it was slightly detrimental to your side of the bet. You called a cab while getting out of your office and it came exactly when you got out, saving your time. The excitement of getting back home was like never before.

It didn’t take long before you stood in front of your apartment, opening the door to find Jay in just his boxers and the sleeveless tank top which you had mentioned was your favourite.

He immediately came over with a smile to pull you into a kiss, making you smile just like he did.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his lips against your lips.

“I did too,” you caressed his cheek before moving away, not giving up so easily.

He whined when you excused yourself to get changed, showering to clean yourself up before you decided on wearing your shorts and a loose T-shirt to see his reaction.

It was just as you had expected, he smirked knowing that you were out to take revenge for whatever he’s done throughout the day.

You didn’t say anything, simply joining him on the couch as he made space for you to lie down, helping you get inside his blanket with your back pressed against his torso. His hand wrapped around your waist easily pulled you closer, making you gasp as your ass came in contact with his clothed dick.

A sigh left his lips at that, “Jay?” You called out his name.

“Yes, princess?” He asked softly.

“Do you want to try out cockwarming?” You asked in an innocent voice.

His cock twitched at your question and your whispering voice.

“Want me to win that bad?” He asked, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts.

“Let’s see if you can try to control yourself then,” you spoke out, wiggling out of your shorts and panties.

Jay was disappointed how he couldn’t see your ass due to the blanket on top of you both, however, he was quick to get rid of his own boxers, eager to push his dick inside you with a groan of his.

He filled you up easily, given that you were wet with all his teasing, also making sure to wrap his arm tighter around you to keep you in place.

You wanted to move, you wanted him to thrust into you but more than that, you wanted to win the bet, so you bit your lip to prevent any noise from coming out as you put on a movie in front of you.

You barely breathed for the first few minutes, adjusting to his size which never failed to shock you. He was breathing near your ear, giving you goosebumps, it was hard for him to control his own actions, wanting to fuck you from behind.

Trying to focus on the movie helped for the next half an hour, however, you did notice how his breathing had gotten deeper and how perfectly hard his cock was.

Experimentally, you squeezed your pussy around him, eliciting a gasp out of him before he growled near your ear, “what do you think you’re doing, princess?”

You only pushed yourself back, “I’m just getting comfortable, that’s all, baby!” You smiled at him, knowing that your plan was working just how you had wanted it to.

Jay’s level of patience was close to saturation, it had been the whole day since he was waiting for you to come home and give in, which didn’t happen.

Your movements made him lose his last bit of control.

“Fuck this,” he groaned, grabbing your ass and slamming his cock into you, “I’ve wanted to do this since morning.” He squeezed your tit, making you whimper out with need.

His name left your mouth in a rushed manner, he stopped, only to carry you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours and you wondered how he was so gentle yet so in control at the same time.

It didn’t take you long to get rid of your clothes, throwing it on the floor and Jay eyed you hungrily, his kisses trailing down to your body while his fingers were quick to give attention to your wetness, rubbing slow circles to tease you.

Just as you opened your mouth to whine, he inserted two digits of his into your cunt, pumping it in and out, curling it inside of you, “oh, darling. You love it, don’t you?” He spoke against your skin, gently nipping at it.

“Love it so much,” you breathed out, pleasure clear on your face.

He made sure to give attention to every inch of you, placing kisses everywhere, touching you everywhere. His lips ghosted over your wet slits, but he didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, only adding his lips on it to stimulate you further, his tongue licking you as he hummed, loving how you tasted for him.

Your back arched as you gripped the sheets, breathing again once Jay slid out his fingers, licking them right after, making your cheeks burn with how hot he looked doing that action.

He didn’t let your pussy be empty for long, his dick already on prodding your entrance. He thrusted in, his lips immediately on yours as he took all your moans in, kissing you with passion.

The sound of your skin slapping was loud, resonating the room, but Jay didn’t care at all, his focus was entirely on you and how your face scrunched up whenever he thrusted in hard, reaching the deepest spots inside you.

“So fucking pretty,” he spoke in between the thrusts, making you feel giddy.

Only Park Jongseong could fuck you roughly yet make it feel like he’s making love to you.

And you absolutely loved it.

“Are you close, princess?” He asked, panting as your legs started shaking.

You nodded, whimpering as his own movements got sloppier by second.

It was perfect how you both let loose together, kissing as he filled you up, mixing both your juices together, him thrusting until he emptied his last drop into you, resting his forehead against yours.

You giggled softly, making him look at you before you whispered, “I won.”

He raised his brows with a big smile, attacking you with his fingers by tickling you all over, your laugh booming up the room as he watched you with love filled eyes.

You could never resist him.

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[meowzfordayz]

when you’re going through an episode — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: it’s difficult to accurately capture the scope of bipolar disorder in a comfort fanfic, so just know that these preferences barely graze the surface of what it means to have bipolar, and that it’s more complicated and nuanced than fixing a bad day w/ a hug. 🖤 Update: was just informed that BPD stands for Borderline Personality Disorder. 😅 Apologies for my misunderstanding/mistake, but hope this still provides comfort! 🫶🏽

when you’re going through an episode — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: bipolar disorder

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I’ve been so depressed, stuck in the bpd episode for like a week. I can barely will myself to leave my bed

Could you maybe do some female demon slayer characters (Mitsuri, shinobu, lady tamayo, female muzan, etc) taking care of a reader also going through a bad depressive episode?

Emergency Request Fulfilled: hello, i am requesting for an emergency request of maybe the hashiras (esp rengoku) comforting their bpd lover while theyre currently going thru a bpd episode

my bpd has been really bad as of late and my episodes r exhausting me, i just want to be comforted. feel free to write whenever, i adore your writing sm!! thank you

~faqs~

When you’re going through an episode…

… Mitsuri’s talked with you previously to ensure she’s as educated and prepared for your episodes as she can be, but having an outline of how to support you is never quite the same as actually executing it. It’s difficult for her to not take your disorder personally, because she prides herself on being joyful, enthusiastic, and positive; she can only handle gentle rejection so many times before she needs space. That being said, she feels safe enough to communicate her own fears and disappointments, so ~space generally entails you shooing her out of the house for ~an hour to treat herself to bubble tea and sunshine before rejoining you back in the pillow fort (which she always makes because she knows it helps you feel just a little lighter; if it means guests can’t use the living room for an extended period, then oh well). Sometimes she’s successful in coaxing you along with her, fingers interlaced loosely with yours, her smile wide as ever; other times she’s sure to return with your go-to order, plus a few photos of pretty flowers that reminded her of you.

… Shinobu does her best to listen. Whether you’re waking her up at 2am Shinobu, I had a nightmare, calling her on her lunch break I haven’t gotten out of bed yet, or showering while she sits on the toilet lid I’m so tired, thank you for waiting for me; it’s a simple gesture that goes a long way. She knows she doesn’t have to have profound replies, just as she knows how important and special it is that you feel safe enough to let her into your head, especially when she knows how low you’re feeling. It also helps her—gently—interrupt you when you start catastrophizing or spiraling, counter your self-directed negative perceptions, and gauge your overall mood. She rarely offers advice—she knows she’s your partner, not your therapist—but she’s grateful she gets to bring a calm, logical presence to your weighted, preoccupied thoughts. When you smile faintly, eyes almost shining, couch cushion sinking as you scoot yourself closer to her warmth; that’s when she knows she’s on the right track. “I appreciate you,” you murmur, words sweet and apologetic on her skin. “And I appreciate you,” she chuckles quietly, body shifting to accommodate you curling into her, “You make me happy too.”

… Kyojuro does everything with an extra hint of softness. He understands maintaining a sense of normalcy can be helpful, but his chest aches at the exhaustion in your eyes, the halfhearted grip of your hand in his, how you laugh for his sake when he tries to make you smile — not because he actually succeeded. From washing your hair to feeding you bites of lunch, he goes out of his way to ease the process of simply being; to spark joy in the state of living. He knows satisfying basic needs are vital to getting through your episodes, just as he knows eating, bathing, going for a walk can be some of the hardest to do. Tough love isn’t his preferred method, so he opts for: making airplanes sounds while directing a spoonful of dinner toward your mouth, insisting he can’t reach his back to wash it, so, “Please join me in the shower! I need you!”, and claiming his hand feels lonely, “Could you hold it during my walk? I fear holding my own hand does not nearly suffice.” He doesn’t mean to belittle or baby you, but he’ll try anything to see you smile or even roll your eyes — to get to say I love you too.

… Sanemi doubts his ability to care for you. Make no mistake: he loves you, and doesn’t resent you in the slightest. He does, however, feel completely out of his depth. He understands in theory that loving someone isn’t all ease and sunshine, but in practice? He’d do anything to feel your smile on his lips, to have you snuggle further into his chest as he holds you, to hear you chat about your day, your favorite color, how you almost got caught in a downpour — anything, to know you’re ~okay. It takes a while for him to accept that ~okay comes in waves, and that silence on your end is not inherently rejection of his affection and effort. Telling him, “Even if I can’t express it in the moment, knowing you’re here beside me always makes me happy,” definitely helps reassure him that he can do something for you—by simply being him—and caressing his cheek when you think he’s asleep, murmuring, “Thank you for being patient with me, I love you,” reminds him all over again that I love you.

… it’s difficult for Giyuu to support you without feeling low himself. He feels so strongly for you, and is almost too close to provide the steady, neutral responses that seem to help you most. He can always hold you, can always kiss your forehead, touch your knuckles to his cheek, but he can’t always listen — he can’t always bend without breaking completely and utterly for you. Which isn’t to say you’re over reliant on or demanding of him; it’s just hard for him to know how much you’re hurting without taking that hurt into his heart and making it his own. He wants to be there for you, but navigating his boundaries and your needs definitely takes time, practice, tears, and forgiveness. “I want you to be yourself around me,” he murmurs, body spooning protective and cool behind you, “But I’m not the best when it comes to certain parts of you.” Nodding slightly, you clutch his hand to your chest, eyes closed as you reply, “And that’s okay. You can’t be good with all of me, and I’m not great with all of you either. But we both try, don’t we?” “Of course.” “That’s enough for me.” It’s enough for me too he thinks as he kisses the back of your head, grateful for the feeling of your smile grazing his fingertips.

[silantryoo]

as much as im annoyed by the potential implications of the mhj/hybe drama i do feel like theres way too much speculation rn ... rlly doesn't sit so well with me that everyone is bashing on mhj alone (im not supporting her either though) and not bang sihyuk too. some hybe stans rlly js worship the guy and idk why . its not like he's innocent too. like those texts from him are so annoying too. abt if she's satisfied that nwjns is so popular and also abt trying to rival aespa / bp alone ...

hybe has sm power and r known for their mediaplay so i rlly do wish people would keep that in mind instead of doing their own speculation to bash on mhj . we don't know fs if she's the reason behind seunghan, youngseo, etc .... it seems so forced that everyone just collectively is making stuff up on their own theories and pissing on her. like im all for it when everything's done with but it's giving misogyny to me ughhh idk how to explain it eitherr without sounding like a mhj stan I PROMISE IM NOT TAKING HER SIDE T_T i just cant help but feel like poeple find it easier to hate and bash on women sometimes. even me scrolling x nowadays feels so annoying. literally feel so bad for illit and nwjns rn.

personally i was a teeny annoyed that illit had a similar image to nwjns w their nostalgia/coquettecore (also though just seems like cute/youthful concept is making a cb in general in kpop) but only because their songs on super real me were the exact type of songs i liked most from nwjns (super shy, hurt etc. the softer less peppy songs compared to hybe boy) so it bothered me that there was an implication that nwjns might be forced to distance itself to a more differing concept to keep some contrast btwn the two ... but ik that's not illit's fault at all (literally love the girls sm im a runext fan ^^) i feel like i can understand the upset that illit was getting a similar concept when every other grp before illit in hybe had more defined concepts seperating each other. but once again that's all hybe's doing ...... seeing the choreographers supporting mhj too makes it seem like not even the nwjns team or even all the staff were on board with the references in the choreo either...

anyways i do hope this controversy doesnt impede on either grps promos :( and i rlly hope everything gets sorted out... im srsly hoping this doesnt turn into a 5050 situtation again but with nwjns i was so upset when that happened . was curious on what your thoughts were or if u were keeping up with everything?

the way im coming back to reply to this first thing after my exams is insane, but this nwjns thing makes me so angry for all the idols under hybe. both parties j cares sm ab money that they're blindsided by the potential of ruining their idols careers, mental health and images. mhj is being stupid and hybe does seem to be doing anything to protect nwjns (as far as we know. i could be wrong).

(yawl, jsyk i obv dont have ALL the information. from what ive seen online and the articles ive read, this is what I THINK. ME. youre free to think smthn else, whether i agree or not.)

i def thing that bang hyung sik (bhs) isn't innocent either. although min heejin (mhj), in my opinion, is more in the wrong j based on the treatment of other idols, bhs seemed to provoke her, and on top of that, the company seems to blindly support ppl and give them a platform so long as they make profit for the company. ive been seeing a lot of ppl saying hes j human but youd think theres a reason why mhj got kicked from sm, yk? and you j took her back in w open arms.

hybe is v good at media play fs. its their forte, and ppl seemed to stray from the from the main problem. mhj is using nwjns as a weapon. hybe probably is doing the same thing w their other groups too, dont get me wrong. ppl seem to forget that this entire issue isnt "drama", its a legal battle ensuing between a huge corporation and its subsidiary. hybe has infinite power compared to ador. its horrible on both ends.

the thing is tho, mhj has consistently been showing the public red flags. the lyrics of 'cookie (ik she didnt write the lyrics but shes the ceo. she got them approved)', the portraits gifted to her of naked underaged girls, her obsession w olivia hussey (who happens to look like minji), her treatment of sm employees, her past work w shinee (sexualization of underaged taemin), etc. not to mention her extremely (at least in my eyes) inappropriate relationship w nwjns. the gifts shes gotten them and how she uses their emotions as a weapon. if bhs did that, everyone would be up in arms.

i dont think (for the most part) this is misogyny. i think ppl alw had a weird feeling about her. at least i did.

idt its good to speculate on ppls departure tho. youre def right ab that. the lsfm hate train (esp the coachella one) most likely has nothing to do w mhj. and i do agree that hybe copied or was at least inspired by nwjns, but idt illit copied them. illit and nwjns have a very 'pinkpantheress' sound, the uk early 00's bedroom pop genre. however, nwjns is more y2k and illit is more dream-like, ykwim? hybe was def inspired by nwjns tho. i think a more fitting one would be tws tbh. their sound is v similar to me (emphasis on to me) than illit.

dont get me wrong, it's incredibly shady and the way that a lot of staff are on her side makes me think that hybe was leeching off of the success of nwjns. it referenced all girl groups under hybe tho, lsfm and fromis, but there was def more nwjns references.

what im worried ab the most are the groups, esp nwjns. lsfm has been going thru their own struggles and rn this isnt the best for them, but theyre not extremely involved in the situation, not like nwjns and illit. illit, from what ive seen, has majority of the success and recognition from overseas. however, their success in korea'll take a huge hit. itll def take a toll on the girls mental, considering they j debuted and this happened.

nwjns is the worst off. theres a chance they might leave w mhj if ador does pull away from hybe, which isnt in the groups best interest. mhj's press conference and overall attitude is gonna affect their upcoming release fs, and their proximity to mhj herself is worrisome.

hybe doesnt seem to be doing shit to protect their artists, they're j protecting their name. theres no statement on or for illit, no statement on malicious comments for any of the groups (that i know of).

tldr: min heejin and hybe are both at fault. dont take sides of either, take the side of the idols.

sorry, im j so passionate ab this. the shit ive been seeing online has been making me mad. after getting back from the lsfm hate train too... as mad as i am at mhj, hybe GAVE her that platform. if the things they claim is true, and if the speculation is true, they alr knew from her past employment that she was shady. its their fault for allowing that.

[teddybeartoji]

MICKEYYY i’m sneaking out of my blanket fort… leaving a treat and some flowers on ur bed (ominously)……. 🥞🌻🌷🌹🛌 i hope ur day is going super nicely !! :33 IT’S TECHNICALLY SPRING HOW R WE FEELING it’s still gray n sludgy here :((( but i hope it’s better where u are !!!

anyway anyway i just wanted to check in w u BUT i also wanted to ask….. what hq ep are u on + who r ur faves so far ?? 👀👀 idk if u’ve met noya and asahi yet but i love them sm they’re my pookies. IT’S SUCH A FEEL-GOOD SHOW ISN’T IT it makes me smile sm too !! T—T

ily mickey i’m crawling back into the blanket fort (sneakily) (ominously)….. tell armin i love him <3

ARIIIIII MY LITTLE IRIS<33333333 i love me some ominous flowers mwahahahaha thank you they're so beautiful!!!!! IT'S VERY MUCH SPRING HERE TODAY!!!! idk how long that's gonna last but today is super super good!!! it's sunny and it's not too cold either wahhhhh i'm automatically feeling so fresh n hyped lmao I'M GONNA SEND SOME OF THE SUN TO YOU THOUGH I'LL CUT IT IN HALF AND YOU'LL GET THE BIGGER SIDE I PROMISE!!!!!

here's the guy!!!! we just went outside we both wanted to feel the sun<333333 i wanted to go to the park but uhhhh my period kinda has me in lockdown though💀💀💀 fuck that bitch but even that little piece of sun made me feel so much better already🌻🌻🌻🌻

HQQQQQQQQQ I LOVE IT SOOOOO MUCH!!!!! i'm currently on season2 ep 12!!!!! I DON'T THINK I CAN PICK A FAVOURITE THOUGHHHHHH LIKE I LOVE THEM ALL THEY'RE ALL A BUNCH OF CUTIES ok maybe hinata is my favourite................ HOW COULD HE NOT BEEEEEEEEE HE'S A LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINEE I NEED TO PUT HIM IN MY POCKET he gets so excited over everything and ahhhh he just means the world to me.....

i was gonna make fun of his height the other day bc he really is super tiny next to all of the other players but that was until he said that he's 163cm and................................................................................. i can't really make fun of him if we're LITERALLY the same height now can i.....💀

pls i almost cried already too...... the eps with tsukishima and his brother:((((((((((((((( when he saw that he wasn't even on the court:(((( yeah that got me a little bit but i'm so happy that he's more comfortable on the team now and that he's enjoying it!!!!!!!! i love him.

kuroo is so funny too............. hehehhehehe gojo has transformed into a high schooler....................................... pls the scene where tsukki asks him why is he even giving them advice when they're techically rivals and he just goes "well, i've just always been a really nice person" as the lighting is making him seem like some angel ahsghghasghaghah so silly i loved it a lot

WAITT BUT I ALSO LOVE NOYA AND ASAHI AAAAAAAAAAAA i've never loved the whole cast of a show this is kinda crazy. everybody being so afraid of asahi just bc of his size is so funny poor guy lmao ALSO bc you know i'm on my voice actor bs did u know that asahi's va is the guy who also voices kunikida??????????????????? SO COOL

OHHHHH ANDD WHEN HINATA AND KAGEYAMA FINALLY GOT THAT FAST ATTACK RIGHT???????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS SOOOOO CUTE I LOVE HOW EXCITED THEY ALL GET WHEN THEY GET A POINT and i love how much they all praise each other all around????? "nice receive" and "don't worry about it" and "we got the next one"????????????????? wahhhh it really is a feel good show my cheeks hurt from watching it

i think i have an extra soft spot for sugawara too!!!!! he deserves his own little mention he's a sweetheart

THIS GOT SO LONG AGAIN WHEWW BUT I REALLY AM ENJOYING IT I LOVE THEM ALLL SO SO SO MUCH they all deserve a good hair ruffle (coach ukai is getting a cheek kiss he's so fine) WAIT ALSO I LOVE THE GIRLS!!! THE MANAGERS!!!!! THEY'RE SO SWEET OH AND TAKEDA TOOO FUCKKK I JUST LOVE EVERYBODY OKAY<333

too much love i might die ari please hold me..... cue very dramatic sigh.... IS YOUR BLANKET FORT COMFY DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE IT BIGGER? BETTER? DO YOU WANT MORE SNACKS? TEA? COFFEE? MORE PILLOWS MORE BLANKETS????????? I NEED TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE FEELING GOOD THIS IS A MUST!!!! YOU'RE MY NR.1 PRIORITY!!!!!!! anyway i hope the sun will come out soon for you too i'm making the call rn I LOVE YOUUUU<333333

[bichiiyal]

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《NSFT/W under the cut》

Steve had seen that Polaroid, seen it in his mind late at night but he never thought he would actually see Billy wearing it. Especially, after Starcourt. He knew how self conscious Billy had become from the scars covering his chest and back, the scars that reminded him of terrible acts and bad times. It was more that people would ask how he got them if they caught a glimpse of the white streaks spread across his torso. He would have to lie and say it was the fire or a car accident but Steve would always pull him aside and tell him how much he loved them because in some twisted way it brought Billy to him.

So, when Billy walked down the stairs one morning in nothing but a pair of Steve's shorts and that Everlast crop he couldn't believe it. Couldn't process it as Billy stretched and walked into the kitchen bare foot like he did every morning he stayed the night. All he could do was stare at him.

"What?" Billy asked confused. His hair still a mess, sticking up in random places and completely flat at the back. He didn't reply, instead he moved and soon had Billy pinned up against the counter and his hands up the grey shirt. Running his fingers over the hard muscle underneath, then down his stomach until he reached the elastic waistband of the shorts. "Steve."

He pulled at them and kissed Billy hard and desperate. Not thinking with the head on his shoulders at all he pulled at the shorts until he had them around Billy thick thighs. He loved his thighs in tight shorts, especially Steve's because they were a size or two smaller than what Billy should be wearing.

Billy didn't complain, he relaxed against the cold marble. Didn't even ask he just let Steve grab him and keep kissing him as he felt his cold fingers on his warm skin under that shirt.

It wasn't until he went to pull off the top that Steve stopped and grabbed his wrists, leaving him half hard and confused. But he still went along with it, let Steve place his hands back on the edge of the counter and watched as he continued. Moaned as he teasingly grabbed at his pecks and jerked him off in the early morning sunlight.

Billy always looked so good at this time, the light catching the gold flecks in his air and in the summer his freckles could just be seen. Didn't matter if his hair was all mated or if he clearly hadn't showered yet. This was Steve's favourite Billy. Soft, warm and his. No one saw him like this but Steve did and he loved knowing that.

Even if he had something to say Steve wasn't giving him the chance to because his mouth was still on his as he continued his sudden need to do this to Billy. All because of this damn tank top.

He moved to kissing his way from Billy's neck to lifting up the grey fabric and kissing his still warm chest, then his stomach. He paused and looked up at him to see his eyes fixed right on him, not looking away for a second. Steve licked his tip and teached up to put his hands under the top again, feel the fabric brushing his knuckles and Billy's chest rise at the sudden sensation.

Steve knew how Billy worked, knew exactly what to do to get him where he wanted. So, without warning he began licking around him in circles, making sure to hit that sweet spot under his head. Make his legs weak and his fingers grip his messy hair. The sounds he was making were enough encouragement for Steve to continue until he finally took him in.

Felt his breathing become heavier, twitch slightly and then. Billy lurched forward and shot right into the back of Steve's throat. Except, he didn't stop. He kept going to make sure he got every bit he could out of him before swallowing and standing up to see his work.

Billy was blisted out. His eyes heavier than they were before and honestly Steve was proud of himself. That must have been a record for time. Normally he liked to edge him, keep him begging for more but right then he needed to get it done and suppress the feeling that top gave him.

The next time Billy wore it was about two weeks later while they were having a beer out by the pool. It wasn't particularly warm but the heat from the water was enough to keep Steve happy in his jumper and jeans. Billy, however, had decided he wanted to wear nothing but his own pyjama bottoms and that top.

He strolled out and walked right up to Steve and sat between his legs on the deckchair. "You're so warm," Billy remarked and snuggled into him.

Steve, again couldn't speak. He didn't even wrap his arms around Billy because his brain had short-circuited and he began kissing Billy's neck instead. Running his hands up his back under the shirt and instantly needing to repeat his actions from last time. Billy followed and stood up so that he could straddle Steve.

Have Steve looking up at him as he rest his hands on his shoulders for support. That was when Steve lifted the shirt and began licking Billy's nipples. He had never wanted to this much his entire time with him but something about that shirt made whatever was underneath so much more hot and he needed to get a hold of it.

Billy leant back so that he could get a better reach, let out quiet groans into the cool night air as Steve went to work on him. Except, he was so busy he didn't notice Billy reaching for his fly and pulling out his semi and moving his thumb over his head.

That was when Steve pulled down the shirt and kissed Billy while he pulled down his red and white checked pants to get a hold of him. Not a word was said, they had done similar stuff too many times to count since Billy recovered and they realised that they were more than friends.

It didn't take long for the two of them to finish, for Billy to lean forward and press their foreheads together as he groaned as he shot all over Steve's jumper and his hand. Steve grabbed at Billy's chest and he finished, unfortunately on the top. Meaning it had to be washed and would not be making an appearance for a little while.

The worst time was in the summer. About a week after Billy had worn it to bed and Steve had fucked him into the mattress while grabbing at the grey material to hold him down. It was the worst because the kids were over.

The pool had closed because some kid took a shit and it had to be cleaned for the next 48hrs so Steve offered his own. Not like his parents were around to be around to say no.

So Max, Lucas, Dustin and Mike were all lounging around in the sun. Steve messing around with the radio as Robin carried drinks to the little table near the grass. That was when Billy appeared, in nothing but that shirt and his old Lifeguard shorts. Steve was like 90% sure he had thrown those out but apparently not and he had brought them over just for the occasion.

"What? I wasn't gonna waste money on a new pair when I got these for free," Billy shrugged as he walked over to take his place on one of the deckchairs.

Steve knew by his face that he was doing this on purpose, he didn't need to wear a shirt but there he was in all his sun kissed glory. It took everything he had to not make up some excuse and drag Billy upstairs.

I need help with something. No.

Can you have a look at the Beamer because its acting up and you're a trainee mechanic. No.

Come help me pick a movie for later. No.

No way was he going to get Billy away from the pool and it not be obvious. So he had to sit and wait, avoid looking at him. Avoid thinking about it until finally the sun started to set and everyone needed to go home.

Within a minute of Steve waving Dustin goodbye he had Billy pressed against the kitchen sink. "I hate you."

"Not in this you don't," Billy smirked and spun around so that Steve was the one against the cold counter. His hands wet from the sink and his shorts becoming tight from the thought of Billy fucking him in that top.

Without a word Billy lifted Steve up by his ass and let him wrap his legs around his waist so that he could carry him into the living room and lower him onto the chair. "My dad's chair?"

"You scared he's gonna find out?" Billy didn't waste a second pulling off Steve's shorts and throwing them somewhere on the carpet. The blinds weren't even closed but it didn't matter because all he could think about was the fact Billy was standing over him in that shirt and he needed him to do whatever he was going to right that minute.

He was already half way there and all he needed was Billy pulling off his own shorts and revealing that he was already hard to get Steve to the same level. Billy was so thick, everything about him was thick. His arms, his thighs, fingers and most importantly his...

"Bottle's upstairs," Steve said but Billy just chuckled.

"Not today, princess."

Billy moved in nothing but the tank top towards the TV and bent down to grab something from behind the pile of vhs tapes that Steve had brought home from work. It was the bottle he always kept by his bed and Billy had moved it like he knew this was going to happen.

It wasn't necessary to question it because it didn't matter and it only sped up the whole thing which he was thankful for. Billy walked back over and knelt down in front of the chair to lift Steve's legs and get a good position. He heard the familiar sound of the bottle squeezing out the lube and then felt Billy move his thigh just a little more before looking at him and massaging his hole.

All he could do was lie their, his neck bent upwards and his legs in the air as Billy got him ready. Added a finger and began curling it and sliding in and out. Two fingers and then scissoring them to open him up, knowing he needed to be a little more open then himself because they had done this too many times to count. Once they knew they were clean, condoms weren't even a thought and once they knew how much better it was without them they were never mentioned again.

"That's enough," Steve breathed and Billy moved to get between his legs, put himself right against his entrance and begin pushing inside slowly to make sure Steve was comfortable.

Once he was, that was it. Steve held on for dear life as Billy fucked into him, his hands holding Steve's hips up in the air and Steve gripped to the loose fabric as much as he could from his position.

The cursing and the sounds he was making would make his grandmother cry but Billy was hitting his spot everytime and he was so close. He way the top was swaying with every thrust, the sweat patches appearing under his arms and the look in Billy's eyes and he moved at such a speed you could hear his hips hitting Steve, it was all too much and then Steve came. Untouched and hot, shooting onto his own bare chest as Billy continued. Didn't let up or stop his pace for a second making Steve grip to the shirt even more.

Billy leant forward, moving his hands to grip the arms of the chair as he came inside. Thick and hot just like Billy himself and then he collapsed on top of Steve, his head on his chest as he caught his breath. Steve ran his fingers through his sweat socked hair and took in the exhaustion.

When Billy finally stood up he pulled off the shirt and threw it on the pile of shorts. "I'm never getting rid of that," he smiled before scooping Steve up and carrying him towards the downstairs bathroom.

"I'll buy you a new one if you do," Steve replied as he sat on the toilet lid as Billy pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the hot water.

It became some kind of game between them but only in private. Although Billy loved the way it made him feel with Steve he would never wear it in public. Although the idea of walking into Family Video in nothing but jean shorts and the tank had come to mind he couldn't do that to poor Robin and the thought of the questions and lies put him off.

That didn't stop him from wearing it to bed, or to the backyard or under his jacket one night by the quarry. He knew exactly what was guaranteed by his wearing of it and that was a dangerous piece of information for him to have about Steve.

[redheadedpineapple]

Haikyuu bois with a s/o suffering on their period

Haikyuu bois with a menstruating s/o in pains ): Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Tendou Satori, Miya Atsumu fluff, slight mentions of blood / vomit, reader has a menstrual cycle GN!R

──────〔Bokuto Koutarou〕──────

ok this poor man is so concerned

he knows about periods and stuff right

but you keel over out of nowhere with your arms wrapped round your stomach

HE PANICS SM get this man a paper bag

rushes to your side and spitfires a hundred questions

you can’t help but smile at his energetic way of trying to help before grimacing again because PAIN

he’ll ask what he can do to help and does exactly as you say (and more)

picks you up to lie you down on the couch with a blanket, water, and a wastebin

goes to a local drug store and picks up some painkillers, a heat wrap, and extra menstrual hygiene products for you

sees the candy at the checkout area and has the brilliant idea of getting your favourite fast food/takeout for you along with your favourite candies (:

when he gets home with everything, you smile so widely

“Okay! It’s cuddle central now!” 

Bokuto will bring you onto his lap and cuddle you so close, making sure not to hold you too tightly. When he sees you having bad spikes of pain, he’ll pull you just a bit closer and kiss you and tell you that he loves you in a million different ways to try and distract you from the pain. 

He’s probably put on your favourite show or movies so you can watch together, and he’ll put his chin on your shoulder to snuggle you better. When you lean back onto him and let your head roll back against his shoulder, he’ll rub your tummy and soothe you. 

The first few times, he’s a bit clumsy, but he gets the hang of it to help you get through the week.

──────〔Akaashi Keiji〕──────  

he knows how to take care of you

everyone has to learn somehow anyway

it’s just that he learned through vast research and reading online forums from the very first day he met you

so when you’re finally comfortable enough with him and your relationship to let him be around you while you’re on your period, he already knows what to do

he’s prepared a bunch of your favourite foods and candies

stocked up on products of all sizes and forms in his apartment

when you come over, he’s made a blanket fort for you two and will give you all the love and attention you crave

makes sure you know he’s not annoyed with you

he’ll moderate your binge eating cravings for your own health, but as long as you’re healthy, he complies with nearly every wish of yours

if you’re vomiting and in complete misery, he holds your hair back if he needs to and will rub your back

doesn’t care about the mess, just makes sure you’re feeling nice n clean n comfy

“Kaashi,” you murmur, yawning. “‘Vrything hurts.” 

“I know, darling. C’mere.” He pats his lap, and you barely manage to crawl to him.

You push your face into the crook of his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. He’s got a heating pad between the two of you, and you purr at the warmth. He brushes through your hair, still damp from the shower, and softly hums. As you drift to sleep in his arms (his nice, nice arms), he keeps his lips against the top of your head and fingers sifting through your hair. 

You’ll wake up in the same position---he won’t move from that spot even if it kills him---all warm and comfy. When you’re reluctant to get up, he’ll carry you to the restroom so you can do your business. 

When you’re menstruating, you go from a monarch to a deity, and Akaashi Keiji will treat you as such.

──────〔Tendou Satori〕──────

laughs at you for a good half hour at first

you whine at him to shush 

he won’t

not until the particularly bad cramps start

that’s when you’re clutching your stomach and can’t move, and that’s when tendou gets mega confused and concerned

at first, he thinks it’s something unrelated

then he realises 

“ah fuck.”

he’ll furrow his eyebrows and try to figure out how to help

when you start barking demands at him, he complies with a smile

he’ll tease you here and there

“oh, pwoor baby needs their snackies”

but he’ll still get you them (and some for himself) regardless

will cuddle you if you wanna

you two will lounge around watching random, poorly rated netflix movies and making fun of them

even while you’re throwing up or in real bad pain, he makes you laugh

“Sto-o-op!” you whine, stuck between gut splitting pain and laughter. 

He goes on and on, exaggerating both his words and hand movements, and you can’t stop laughing. 

“I’m gonna die! Satori,” you draw out his name, a plea for mercy. He pokes your shoulder and giggles at you and pauses for a moment. You think you’re safe for a moment. 

“Hi gonna die, I’m dad.”

“You suck! I can literally feel blood gushing out and squelching, please.”

He just laughs at you as you smack him, scolding his dumb comedy. Being on your period with Tendou Satori means giggles all day long and also just. Pain.

──────〔Miya Atsumu〕──────

this man thinks he’s so smooth and knows everything

he prepares the heating pad and the treats and the food

he does not prepare for the absolute hell it really is

you’re on your knees in front of the toilet

he’s so confused, like doesn’t it just make you moody or whatever?

he carefully kneels next to you and rubs your back and asks if you’re okay

“NO MIYA ATSUMU, THERE IS BLOOD GUSHING OUT OF MY GROIN AND VOMIT GUSHING OUT MY---” 

he panics and tries to figure out how to help

if he asks, he probably won’t get much more than 

“i’d like my body to be restructured thanks”

when you’re feeling well enough to get away from the toilet, he’ll treat you so well

will binge random youtube series with you and joke about it

when you’re laughing really hard and it starts hurting, he’ll make sure to not giggle at you (even though he really wants to) and hold you close n make it all ok

You’re groaning into his chest and he’s coddling you, mumbling for you to remember to breathe and that he loves you and that it’ll be over soon and he’ll take you to your favourite restaurant or park or anything you’d like.

As you’re regaining your composure (and will to live), you smile at Atsumu and thank him. He’s stuck between a mix of cockiness (of course, he’s the best boyfriend) and confusion (but isn’t that the minimum he could possibly do? He wants to do everything and a half he can for you, but he’s lost as to what else he can do).

Miya Atsumu tries his best and will comfort you so much. The days after are pure bliss, finally feeling better and up for activities with him. 

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I love your takes so i wondered what are your thoughts about He Who Remains offering Loki and Sylvie his power?

In my opinion, this was a deception which is symbolized by Kang eating an apple. He and Miss Minutes tempt Loki and Sylvie by offering them their hearts' greatest desires: being together and power. While Loki had the good intentions at heart, i think he is Eve in this scenario, however, Sylvie is no Adam. Kang miscalculated one thing: Sylvie hates power because the authority is what made her life miserable, she won't take this job because she thinks the system itself is evil. She does not care about tormenting Kang or The TVA or creating the worlds to her liking, she wants the justice, revenge and this fascism to end.

I don't think that killing Kang was a mistake even if the chaos followed, i believe that's what the universes have to go through in order to resolve the whole multiverse problem once and for all, because while the many bad variants are no good, the authoritarian regime obliterating many innocents for the sake of the few is no better. Sorry for a long ask! 💚🗡

hi!!! dhsjdhdjs thank you sm for the compliment, I'm happy you like my takes on stuff!!

ok this is kinda fun for me bc I am a Christian, so I definitely pick up on the imagery and themes and it's pretty interesting how they used that?? (also the free will/determinism discussion is much fun for me bc I can be a bit of a theology nerd dhsjsjssksj)

I don't have a whole lot to add to what you said, except just that you're,,, very right. I dunno if I can get into the free will vs/and determinism stuff without it sounding massively unhinged and only making sense to my theology mutuals (@ontologicalmoki @kayliebooks @ the rest of the knitting circle hiiiiiiiiii) but it is a very interesting concept within the show, because it's very... black and white?? like my belief is that, somewhat paradoxically, both can coexist. can't really explain that one without faith, but yeah. and the Loki series takes a very "one or the other" stance BECAUSE the person doing the determining isn't actually God — so of course HWR's taking away of free will (and I would argue that there *was* still free will even with him around, @fortes-fortuna-iogurtum said something about this a while ago but I forget how she put it shjdjsks) isn't right or reconcileable!

your last paragraph is the one that stands out to me tbh, because like... I mean this is obviously fiction so I'm not taking it as anything with actual moral weight, ya know, but I don't think killing HWR was either wrong *or* necessarily right, either? the timelines were freed before Sylvie killed him. the threshold had been crossed and the timelines were all splitting anyway (which is something I think a lot of people miss??? idk but it seems very clear to me when I watch the episode); at that point it wasn't about free will, and really, was it ever?

like YES 100% that is Sylvie's beliefs and she HATES what the TVA does and what HWR was perpetuating and she is RIGHT bc no one should ever have that kind of thing down to them, but her end goal wasn't, ultimately come right down to it, about that ideal and that freedom for everyone else. it was personal — it was ALWAYS personal to her, she says that herself — and it was about killing the man who, by virtue of his position, took everything from her.

(an aside in two parts: number one, that i would argue that the far more personal side is between Sylvie and Ravonna. Ravonna is, after all, very very directly — more directly even than HWR, despite him orchestrating everything — the person who stole Sylvie from her life and her life from her. Ravonna is the one with a pretty clear vendetta and who very personally hates Sylvie. HWR actually doesn't seem to dislike her, which is mildly funny tbh, but Ravonna? H A T E S Sylvie. imo I feel like that's the more revenge-worthy side of it tbh, because directly and personally Ravonna is the one who took everything Sylvie ever cared about and who ever cared about her — including Loki, at the end of ep4!!! — from her.

secondly: HWR says that it isn't personal; yet, as a matter of fact, he's intentionally orchestrated everything just to get Sylvie and Loki to the Citadel. sounds pretty personal to me tbh. and like yeah I know he's Not a good dude and he's Very Much Not above lying but that's... interesting to me?? because he's obviously manipulating the situation and I think he wants to cause a schism between Loki and Sylvie. he sees the way they're magnetized to each other and almost immediately starts planting seeds of doubt for Sylvie: "you really think you can trust this guy?" etc. BUT THE THING IS that he says that bit about it not being personal, even though it actually is personal on some level, and I wonder if that wasn't just to make Sylvie angrier? like... he's kinda playing with her, in the worst way. and I think he wants her to be a little bit unhinged, if only because her desperation and hurt and anger is entertaining for him or because of some purpose he may have for it, idk.)

Sylvie's justification for killing HWR (aside from the fact that she doesn't have any qualms about killing in general) is entirely wrapped up in her own vindication. she wants her right to exist and she wants revenge for what's been taken from her. she's made her entire purpose and identity about this, because what else did she have to build herself on? her entire mission and so much of her identity is very negative-focused: she is AGAINST the TVA and HWR. but the question is (and I very much hope the second season will delve into this), what is she FOR? who is she with that mission behind her and what does she fight for instead of simply the things she fights against, if that makes sense.

so like, yeah, I think that that was what was meant to happen. the multiverse was always gonna break free; there was a clear threshold and even HWR knew that. the thing with setting it up to get Sylvie and Loki there was that he wanted them to take over, which neither of them wanted (rightly!!). this is what idk if people actually *get*: it was always going to happen. there's no other way it could go; the timelines were always going to break free. there's not a thing anyone — HWR, Loki or Sylvie or both of them, even the TVA as one massive whole — could have done. someone/thing that is not God cannot, in the long run, fill God's role.

and honestly??? I think that's a really dang interesting angle to write a TV show on.

[dorkousloris]

jestellra for the ship meme🥺👉👈

MDGMSMG?? usually wouldve answer this on my other (mc/sm) blog for that ship but... just for this here, im doing it since frankly i miss my girls so much so here we gooo

who reaches out to new neighbors

Jessie! She is the type of social butterfly that really enjoy meeting new faces. Petra and Stella stay behind because one had a scary face and the other accidentally had a cold stare

who remembers to buy healthy food

Stella and Petra. Stella is all about healthy food, that woman is very uptight about it, while Petra, who had forage her whole life, have a fond for cooking and therefore remember to buy healthy food.

who remembers to buy junk food

Jessie, unfortunately. "One time I stashed snacks so Axel wouldn't find it but Olivia kept finding it so--Stella, don't judge me!!!" (through she also appreciates the healthy food though!)

who fixes the oven when it breaks

Petra tried and failed, Jessie tried and almost failed, and Stella sighs and calls Olivia (their resident engineer) for help.

"Were you just standing there watching us?" Jessie raise a eyebrow. Stella, who was not bashful about the fact she just watch these two flexes their toned arms while they're fixing the oven, "No, I'm still waiting for Liv--" "Stella, your phone isn't--" "I'm getting it."

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

Stella waters the plants (she loves them!) while Petra and Jessie feeds the pets (looking at you Lluna, as well as the future kids' pets t ho but shh)

who wakes up earlier

Petra! Girl is used to getting up early so she can workout, before waking the others with food.

who makes the bed

Jessie and Stella, depend who is the last one to wake up tbh!

who makes the coffee

Petra or Jessie, depend on who actually remembers to make coffee. They also both knew not to invoke Stella's morning wrath if that woman doesn't have coffee in her hand.

who burns breakfast

"Stella, honey..." "I... Tried?" "Let me clean it up, and we can cook together, yeah?" "Yeah, that is smart."

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

What do you meant? They ALL go out together. Two of them are busy doers and one of them is literally "I cannot stay home, i NEED to move around"

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

There's no way because these three would go home together sdmgmsg

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

Petra with her handcraft trinkets and Jessie buy things that remind her of them, and Stella did her best but she loves these two and their small gift giving, its cute.

who picks the movie for movie night

Jessie and Stella! Petra let them go wild with it and she is sometimes. Regret it. (Jessie's types is adventure and fantasy while Stella's horror flicks.)

their favorite kind of movie to watch

who first suggests a pillow fort

Jessie.

who builds the pillow fort

Petra.

who tries to distract the other during the move

Either Jessie or Petra. Stella is a victim to their distraction because she's a gay mess.

who falls asleep first

Jessie!! THAT WOMAN NEED MORE REST!

who is big spoon/little spoon

from big spoon to little spoon? Petra, Stella, and Jessie, through sometimes Jessie is in the middle so that Petra and Stella can be two big spoons in between!

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Sunday 15 September 1839 TRJ

4 3/4

10 1/4

Damp morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 60 1/2° at 5 a.m. I am all ready now at 5 35/..

no c[oa]ch h[ou]se .:. p[ai]d for man watch[in]g the carr[ia]ge

last night ./50 and p[ai]d Gross this morn[in]g for p[ai]d yest[erday] for

d[itt]o d[itt]o ./50 – w[i]th all the [?] I ha[ve] made, it is

6 3/.. when we get off – 3 min[ute]s lat[e]r than the ti[me] –

damp hazy morn[in]g – forest immed[iatel]y on leav[in]g the Stat[io]n

neith[e]r of us slept well last night – A- [Ann] m[u]ch bit –

we had noth[in]g b[u]t plates and caps and sauciers and knives

and forks and tab[le] linen and our doub[le] bedd[e]d r[oo]m and serv[an]t r[oo]m and

p[ai]d 4/20 – Scotch firs this morn[in]g bark[e]d all r[ou]nd

for a yard or 2 fr[om] the gr[ou]nd at 6 20/.. lit[tle] dist[an]t left

fjord or lake – r[oa]d red coarse as yest[erday] sandy b[u]t good tho’ m[u]ch r[ai]n

in the night – forest and lit[tle] breaks all the way to

Säcjarvi [Sackjarvi] at 7 1/2 – one h[ou]se in the forest – sm[all] b[u]t goodish

  Sept[embe]r Sun[day] 15

Nisalax

Urpala [Uppsala]

as the Gent[leman] s[ai]d at Högfors one might sleep at

Helsingfors [Helsinki] 237 v[ersts]

Wiborg [Vyborg] 44 1/2 v[ersts]

St. P- [Petersburg] 181 v[ersts]

Säcjarvi [Sackjarvi]  b[u]t

Urpala [Uppsala] seems

a good deal the

bet[ter] of the two –

Same sort of forest r[oa]d as yest[erday]

b[u]t less populat[io]n and bould[e]rs n[o]t so strikingly large –

the soil here a fine red gravel as yest[erday] and many

[expanses] of gravel-conglorn bould[e]rs –

mo[re] cattle this morn[in]g than ev[e]r bef[ore] s[in]ce Abo [Äbo] – no

sheep today as yest[erday] so few in these north[e]rn count[rie]s

can on[l]y be just en[ou]gh to supply the inhab[itant]s w[i]th wool and

a lit[tle] cheese and mutt[o]n – they salt the legs (the hams)

for winter – the Russ[ia]n male costume this morn[in]g ver[y] pret[ty] and pict[uresque]

a whi[te] frock coat and red belt or blue or dark and

often bound w[i]th the sa[me] – the wom[e]n wear a [strong]

linen? dark w[i]th narrow red stripes for pettic[oa]ts, and a bodice

or jack[e]t .............. and a whi[te] hand[ker]ch[ie]f

on the head – they all wear the red strip[e]d stuff – or

I ha[ve] seen many men wear it for jackets and trousers

8 25/.. sev[era]l baggage lit[tle] waggons and 1 horse and so[me] sold[ie]rs on f[oo]t

now at 8 25/.. just cross[e]d lit[tle] bridge ov[e]r lit[tle] stream and

cross[e]d a broad[e]r str[ea]m so[me] ti[me] ago the on[l]y two str[ea]ms

this stage so far – the forest too less swampy than the forest yest[erday]

at 8 3/4 consid[era]ble br[ea]k in the forest – unpaint[e]d

hamlet (we pass thro’) – one of the long[e]st flocks of

sheep we ha[ve] seen (recent[l]y shorn) – log houses

the trees n[o]t even flatten[e]d big boulder all among

the cot[tage]s – peas[an]ts wear bl[a]ck leather gloves like our

 Russ[ia]n costume

man bl[a]ck beavers w[i]the buckles

 SH:7/ML/TR/14/0006

Sept[embe]r Sun[day] 15

hedg[in]g mittens – hardly out of the hamlet

bef[ore] the young forest beg[i]ns ag[ai]n (Scotch fir and birch, alder

bushes ev[er]ywhere in the swampy places) – but mo[re]

break, and anoth[e]r fields hamlet (scattered) bef[ore] at 8 55/.. and at 9

one neat lit[tle] ochre-yel[low] and whi[te] seam[e]d stat[io]n h[ou]se

at Nisalaks the old[e]r port[io]n of the h[ou]se und[e]r the sa[me] r[oo]m unpaint[e]d

flatten[e]d log-h[ou]se – br[eak]f[a]st boil[e]d milk and Wiborg [Vyborg] (criks?)

Wiburg  [Vyborg] 29 2/6

Säcjarvi [Sackjarvi]  15 1/6

Kiskila 14 1/6

Helsingfors [Helsinki] 252 1/2

St. P- [Petersburg] 105 5/6

br[ea]d tied up in a

sort of rose – and made

tea, and took my pint bot[tle] full

away w[i]th us – all

ready at 10 – off at 10 20/.. fr[om] Nisalax

we sh[oul]d ha[ve] liv[e]d bet[ter] here than we did at Urpala [Uppsala] I suspect –

nice lit[tle] stat[io]n – a lit[tle] meat on the fire boil[in]g when we ca[me]

in, and our milk ready in 10 min[ute]s or 1/4 h[ou]r – In 5 min[ute]s

pass thro’ the lit[tle] hamlet – and then forest rocky forest and big bould[e]r ag[ai]n

r[oa]d coarse red sandy as bef[ore] b[u]t good forest, till 11 1/4 good riv[e]r – 2 or 3

good wood, yellow paint[in]g h[ou]ses scatt[ere]d ab[ou]t and lit[tle] unpaint[e]d scatt[ere]d

hamlet – nice bit of open cultivat[e]d count[r]y – the

r[oa]d red sand (b[u]t good) and the soil red sand – still damp and

rath[e]r hazy – (Read[in]g Handb[oo]k artic[le] Moscow) soon

forest ag[ai]n – at 11 3/4 lookd[o]wn up[on] bey[on]d us (left) the

handsom[e]st gent[leman]s h[ou]se we ha[ve] seen in Finland, surround[e]d

w[i]th park-like gr[ou]nds – lit[tle] hamlet scatt[ere]d hereab[ou]ts –

h[ou]se and 2 wings – whi[te] w[i]th pea green roof – at 11 51/..

one neat good yellow, and whi[te] pilast[ere]d stat[io]n at

Kaskila and br[oa]d sheet of wat[e]r at a lit[tle] dist[an]ce in

front – anoth[e]r pavill[io]n-like gent[leman]’s h[ou]se alm[o]st in front

(to the right) fr[om] our stat[io]n yel[low] w[i]th pea green roof and whi[te] corners and

a whi[te] hexastyle portico (w[i]th pedim[en]t – the gable end) beautif[ull]y

   Sept[embe]r Sun[day] 15

paint[e]d c[oa]ch h[ou]ses and stabl[in]g and unpaint[e]d barns and cot[tage]s

scatt[ere]d ab[ou]t the fine sheet of wat[e]r com[in]g close to the h[ou]se – ver[y] pret[ty]

Wiborg [Vyborg] 15 1/6

St. P- [Petersburg] 153 2/3

Niserlax 14 1/6

Helsingfors [Helsinki] 266 ½

here – one stage

last night to U- [Urpala] [Uppsala]

ver[y] pict[uresque] – and

[?] this morn[in]g – big boulders ag[ai]n conglom[era]te red granite as yest[erday]

pict[uresque] foresty stage to here – corn (rye) out in cocks

here – soon Scotch fir forest ag[ai]n – the cranberry and moss and heather

dispute as us[ua]l possess[io]n of the rock and bould[e]r

a lit[tle] farm and at 12 17/.. 3 lit[tle] stacks of corn thatch[e]d w[i]th straw and then spruce branches laid

on the top – here and ev[er]ywhere ab[ou]t they lay spruce fir

branches at the doors to keep one clean [crossed word] inst[ea]d

of mats when it is dirty as it alw[a]ys m[u]st be in wet weath[e]r

w[a]s this cust[o]m of strew[in]g branches in the way (as palm br[anch]

as our sav[iou]r rode al[on]g etc.) orig[inall]y to keep one out of the

dirt? now at 12 50/.. sandy and heavy r[oa]d uphill in the

forest – at 1 fr[om] the top of hill Wiborg [Vyborg] in sight, and

its fine island fjord, immense expanse of

wat[e]r and 10 arch wood br[idge] ov[e]r arm of the fjord on

left to w[hi]ch we wind d[o]wn and cross (deals and big bould[e]rs)

now at 12 7/.. 1 7/.. – beaut[iful] wood[e]d islandy expanse of

wat[e]r on each side – ver[y] fine dri[ve] fr[om] here –

at 1 10/.. cross anoth[e]r 10 arch wood[e]n br[idge] – the large

sq[uare] tow[e]r and 3 sm[all] point[e]d tow[e]rs of Wiborg [Vyborg] full in

view left fr[om] the br[idge] – fine wood[e]d dri[ve] fr[om] here – the

wat[e]r right – damp ver[y] sm[all] drizzling r[ai]n – bouldery com[mo]n

just bef[ore] ent[erin]g Wiborg [Vyborg] – at 1 20/.. the 1st barrier and archway –

then at 2[n]d archway and wat[e]r and wood br[idge] 13 arches, to cross

a steamer lying at the quai – ver[y] fine view of fjord and town

the old brick cast[le] close (right) on a lit[tle] isl[an]d – this w[a]s the large sq[uare]

tower I saw at the top of the hill at 1 –

enter the town at 1 25/.. – at the Society’s house good Inn at 1 1/2 –

  Strew[in]g Spruce

branches inst[ea]d of mats

 SH:7/ML/TR/14/0007

Sept[embe]r Sun[day] 15

S[e]nt Gross w[i]th my passp[or]t to the police – asleep –

c[oul]d n[o]t be seen till 3 – had my h[ai]r done and A. [Ann] and I out at 2 40/..

took Gross to shew us the police – close to the gate by w[hi]ch we ent[ere]d

the town – recross[e]d the br[idge] on 20 wood piers pillar each form[e]d of 5 –

then up the fort-hill – near the br[idge] right on ent[erin]g the town beaut[iful] view of the fjord and suburb to the

westw[ar]d – ret[urne]d by the wat[e]r side – obs[erve]d the big pieces of red

felspar [feldspar] in the porphyritic (conglomerate?) of their

rocks – then on pass[in]g the bridge ag[ai]n and reent[erin]g the town

turn[e]d left along the rampart – A- [Ann] stood sketch[in]g the

old brick cast[le] on a lit[tle] isl[an]d fjord or [crossed word] moat

all r[ou]nd – A- [Ann] sketch[e]d the old cast[le] – its tower 8tagon [octagon] that

Look[e]d sq[uare] in the dist[an]ce – the 3 upper stories of the tower[e]d seem roofless –

the fjord on this side (tow[ar]ds the sea) ver[y] beaut[iful] islandy and

wood[e]d as far as one can see – the wat[e]r on the opposite side

the town ver[y] pict[uresque] but mo[re] like a pret[ty] islandy lake –

Deal sheds – a large raff y[ar]d near left (look[in]g n[or]thw[ar]ds) and lit[tle]

unpaint[e]d hamlet scatt[ere]d a long way along the waters

edge – hamlets (too, right, and nearer, sweep[in]g round to

the town) a large handso[me] suburb w[i]th good ch[ur]ch

yellow w[i]th red roof and tow[e]r cupola pea green – Viborg [Vyborg]

a large town tak[in]g in its suburbs – a large handso[me]

ch[ur]ch in the large sq[uare] oppos[i]te our Inn – 2/3 the men one

sees are sold[ie]rs in their long plait[e]d-in-behind fawn-grey

gr[ea]t coats – they look like monks or women?

then al[on]g the rampart to a lit[tle] pastern gate – w[e]nt out

by it ab[ou]t 1/2 way or mo[re] tow[ar]ds the good suburb –

then turn[e]d (right) tow[ar]ds the sea (along the outside

rampart breast-work) of the fortress –

w[e]nt to the waters’ edge – tast[e]d the wat[e]r – merely

a lit[tle] brackish – n[o]t at all salt – beaut[iful]

view fr[om] a round knoll of bare granite rock of

 ca[me] in at 5 1/4

din[ner] at 6 to 6 3/4

out at 7 for a

min[ute] or 2 to see

the ch[ur]ch en face

 Sept[embe]r Sun[day] 15

each pier form[e]d of five uprights w[i]th a spur

fr[om] each side of the foot of each upright

on the top of the rock (right, on ent[erin]g the town – and close to the

bridge – so[me] sort of fortificat[io]n there) – on the top of the rock

large when bare, obs[erve]d the sa[me] ochre-yellow moss I saw

on the large old oaks in the park at Stockholm – and in

ret[urnin]g by the water side a lit[tle] of the blood-red moss I first obs[erve]d n[or]th

of Upsala [Uppsala] – scarp[e]d a lit[tle] off w[i]th the point of my parasol

stick – it w[a]s pulpy and vegetable-like – tho’ the wat[e]r trickl[in]g

d[o]wn it, made it look shin[in]g and so like recent blood, I alm[o]st

th[ou]ght at 1st (there being b[u]t a lit[tle] patch of it) that it might

be blood –

 the wide expand[e]d, lovely, wood amphitheatric islandy

fjord – the light at 4 3/4 beaut[iful] – the dark

distant bound[ar]y of pine forest back[in]g

the smooth light wat[e]r ver[y] fine – A- [Ann]

th[ou]ght she h[a]d nev[e]r admir[e]d a scene mo[re] –

2 brigs on the stocks here (lit[tle] trading vess[e]ls)

ret[urne]d by the gate nearest the sea the road winding

within the outworks – then saunt[ere]d along

the rampart w[i]thin the walls – ver[y] fine

view (nearly the sa[me] as bef[ore]) of the fjord, b[u]t

saw rath[e]r mo[re] of it – good town – a

reg[ula]r fortress – remind[e]d me in this resp[c]t

of Rocroi where we slept last y[ea]r –

ca[me] in at 5 1/4 – wr[ote] a lit[tle] din[ner] at 6 –

ver[y] good fried Sprax a fish tast[in]g a lit[tle] like carp?

excell[en]t veal cutlet w[i]th curr[an]ts on the top and lemon

and I ate it w[i]th excell[en]t pres[erve]d raspberry, and on ver[y] good

pres[erve]d green gooseberries look[in]g like olives and pres[erve]d

candied lemon, and sago pudding, and good coff[ee] aft[er]w[ar]ds -

 SH:7/ML/TR/14/0008

Sept[embe]r Sun[day] 15

aft[e]r din[ner] the oppos[i]te ch[ur]ch door op[e]n, w[e]nt in for

a min[ute] or 2 – a sort of priest or man ab[ou]t the ch[ur]ch ca[me]

to see wh[a]t we sh[oul]d do – 2 candles burn[in]g at 2 silvery shrines –

b[u]t nobod[y] in the ch[ur]ch – too dark to see m[u]ch – b[a]ck at 7 1/4

and h[a]d Grotza b[u]t so long ab[ou]t gett[in]g and pay[in]g for [Podoroshma]

and chang[in]g mon[e]y and pay[in]g up bills that it w[a]s aft[e]r 9 bef[ore] all this w[a]s done –

the sm[all] damp r[ai]n and haze clear[e]d off bet[ween] 2 and 3 p.m. and

aft[er]w[ar]ds fine aft[ernoo]n and ev[enin]g F[ahrenheit] 58° now at 9 10/.. p.m.

our bill 16/20 – c[oul]d get no copp[e]r mon[e]y – pretend[e]d they

h[a]d diffic[ult]y in giv[in]g me 2 five kop[ek] pieces change ag[ain]st

the bill – and in chang[in]g my mon[e]y they ga[ve] me two

25 kop[ek] bills and one 5 kop[ek] – 55 Rub[les] for my Finnish rubel

notes some kopek notes 75s. and a few 50s.

[guccybangtan]

Stray Kids as Quarantine Activities

this is my original idea (as far as I know) so pls credit me if you make something similar! these were kind of hard to come up with!

Chan: Learning how to play an instrument:

If you and Chan were stuck together during quarantine we all know it would be filled with activities.

(let's be honest number one should be sleeping but we know chris don’t roll like that)

He would be working on stuff for Stray Kids

Producing, writing, whatever he felt needed to be done at the moment

You?

Probably sleeping or eating

The days where you would accompany him to the studio (without anyone else of course bc social distancing) you would watch him work his magic

Eventually, you’d ask him if he could teach you how to play the piano

Of course he would agree bc bubba would be so in love that he’d do anything for u

After you ask him he brings home one of the keyboards so he can teach you

He’d def be the type to do the whole romantic hand over hand on the key thing

Your hands would rest on his while he played a bit so you could get used to the feel of it

Would reward you with kisses when you got things right

Aaanndd even when you got them wrong

Chris is so dedicated that there’s no way you’d fail

By the time quarantine was over you were the next Beethoven

Someone please get me a chris i love him sm

the rest under the cut

Minho: having a picnic inside

Minho is very much a do what he wants when he wants to kind of person

So when you told him he couldn’t go have a picnic outside he was like  ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ

You offered to help him have one inside where it was safe (social distancing folks!!)

It turned into a mini date

You were cutting up fruit and making mini sandwiches

You even went as far as to make some fresh lemonade

Minho was of course making a super extra picnic set up.

He laid a few blankets on the floor to make it squishy

Then he made walls and a roof out of a sheet

You brought the tray of cutesy foods into the small fort

After grabbing his laptop Minho settled in with you

Cue some cheesy romcom while you eat and have quarantine cuddles

10/10 would probably end up sleeping in the fort and waking up with everything fallen on top of you two

It would be a very fun/ chaotic event

t miiiggggghhhhhtttt get a bit pg-13 but that's a story for another time

Changbin: dalgona coffee

Changbin is whipped™ ( no pun intended)

Since all the two of you had been able to do recently was scroll through social media it was safe to say you were bored

Changbin was content with cuddling you but you had other plans

Social media gave you lots of ideas on things to do but let’s be honest

Y’all are lazy af

You had seen the new whipped coffee craze like a million times

It looked easy so you decided to do it

Boy were you wrong

You weren't even mixing for two minutes and changbin was already whining

He stopped mixing and began to pester you

You told him if he could finish it you’d give him kisses.

Man did bribery work well with him

Once it was whipped enough you got the milk and ice out

Ngl changbin would probably spill the milk and cry about it

He’s baby

Yours would be *chefs kiss* exquisit

Changbins…

Not so much

Baby would beg you to share yours with him

Of course you would be binnie baby is too cute

Hyunjin: cooking

Cooking with hyunjin was always a mess

He liked to be in charge but forgot the simple things like washing the veggies

It started out nice

The meat was cooking away in the pan

You were making some chocolate covered strawberries for dessert

Hyunjin was supposed to be chopping the veggies but homeboy got distracted

By what you may ask?

You.

“You’re so cute when you’re focused!”

Featuring his cute squealing

Then things would go south

The veggies aren't cut

The meat is burning

Its complete anarchy

You decided it would be better to just order take out as opposed to burning down the dorm kitchen

Hyunjin would still beg for strawberries even though he couldn’t complete his task

(you gave him some anyway)

Jisung: Dying your hair

This would be total chaos from the start

Mixing the dye would be fine

But as soon as you were ready to apply it Jisung was flinging it everywhere

He insisted on using his fingers

(does not work)

When you make him use the brush he gets it practically everywhere but your hair

You were trying to do a split style but Jisung would get so much everywhere

You’d just go one color

He’d be really supportive

Is honestly trying his hardest

Baby just gets so bored

Has too much energy the whole time

It would be an experience but the end result would probably be good

Next time though?

Probably get Chan who is good at everything he does

Felix: making tiktoks

Felix swore the best way to spend quarantine was to make tiktoks with him

it would be fun

You two would be super cute doing the dances

He’d make fun of you when you couldn’t learn renegade

He’d also be a good teacher though

Would def wanna do the POVs

It would be soooo cheesy

But honestly actor felix in the building

Someone get this man an Oscar!

You’d mostly sit and watch him do it

Tiktok is kind of overrated so

But if felix loved it you’d support him

Would last all of five minutes before yall decided to do something else

Seungmin: Doing his makeup

It took 12 years for you to get seungmin to agree to let you do his makeup

When he finally agreed it was at the cost of a tickle war

(Which you lost)

((it was quite the price to pay))

You’d try super hard

Eyeshadow would be bomb af

I'm talking glittery with some sharp eyeliner

Gems over his eyebrows

Maybe a lil eyeliner heart underneath

Jk jk

Unless ;)

He’d be a bad bitch

You’d probably put waayyyy too much blush tho

Seungmin would rock it

10/10 the next miss universe

Jeongin: Animal Crossing

Immediate hyperfixation on Tom Nook

Would want to bring every villager to the island and get mad when they dont all fit

Would 100% fight that fuckin bunny from easter

“Tom Nook wants too much money’’

Makes cute lil gardens everywhere

Constantly changing the layout of the island even though it costs 2395497 bells

Best friends with Isabelle

Never fast forwards through island announcements

He’d probably make felix get it so he could raid his island

Jeongin would have the cutest clothes dont @ me

He’d always play sooo intently

Can never get his attention when he plays

You’d play together at night while you cuddled

Tries to find tarantula island and gets scared when he finds it

would not time travel

fin.

Hope you guys liked this! I thought it was really cute :)

[shibalen]

hi !! can i get a romantic haikyuu matchup with ♫︎ + 𑁍 please? she/her pronouns, i'm pan, infp, with a libra sun+moon ! i'm introverted, very chill and free spirited, also very patient, to the point that i'm sometimes a doormat :/ i'm in touch with my emotions, i'm usually quiet but can get really talkative when excited. i get in my own head a lot and have a hard time asking for help. cursed memes and playful banter are my cups of tea, and i'm not easily flustered (but that's probs partly bc i'm kinda dense oof). 🃏 [1/3]

i do competitive debate and it's kind of my sport! i'm a theatre kid too, i absolutely love performing! i'm bilingual and learning french, i love classic books, philosophy, and cats. i'm a pop culture nerd! i speak very animatedly. sharing songs is a love language for me. i think i'm very supportive towards my friends, i don't always give advice but i always try to be there for them as much as i can (even if i nag them sometimes).🃏 [2/3]

i love writing analyses on media i like! i'm especially into stuff that has lots of themes and focus on character psyche, i like picking them apart. i also like fashion and playing uke! i don't have an ideal type for an s/o, all i ask is they understand when i'm super busy and need to be alone to recharge, but also know when to call me out when i'm trying to burn myself out lol. i like spontaneous, spur of the moment dates! this got long hshs but thank you sm and hope you have a great day !! 🃏 [3/3]

♡ matchup for anon

haikyuu: i match you with . . .

tetsurō kuroo !!

• i'm convinced you'd go great with Kuroo, and that you're exactly his type! relaxed and quiet yet fun, you'd catch his attention quickly.

• he adores your analytical, nerdy side but also your funny and free-spirited personality. definetly the type to playfully make fun of you for those traits to express his affection tho (until you point out he's just as much of a geek himself)

• being Kenma's friend, he has no problem getting you out of your head and laying out the facts. he'll help you focus on smaller goals to keep you from burning out. taking breaks is obligatory and if he's not there himself you guys will have video chats to take your mind off work. his dedication knows no bounds, trust me.

• boy is super vigilant about your health but not in an annoying naggy way. he sends you reminers to drink water and have a meal because he doesn't want his dearest person hurting herself (｡╯︵╰｡)

• you guys met at a debate competition. Kuroo didn't really want to be there but he was recruited by his peers to fill in for another person from the debate club who couldn't make it. he's always this kind, right?

• funny thing is that you never had an "official" debate but instead one in the corridor of the building the competition was held in. you were trying desperately to get a drink stuck in the vending machine when Kuroo came to your rescue.

• he taught you a useful hack how to get those things free but also teased you about not asking for help sooner you know he had to

• you ended up arguing over whether or not it was okay to ask strangers for help. it was dumb and far from any structured debate, but it was fun! Kuroo really had a bast seeing you switch from your polite ways to excitable chatter during your conversation and knew immediately he liked you.

• so, you exchanged numbers and social media before parting ways. getting together as an official couple no doubt took a while but that only resulted in a relationship that was all the more sound and comfortable for the both of you (*´▽`*)

• if anyone plans to take advantage of your politeness, Kuroo will just stare at them over your shoulder with that smile of his. i assure you no one is going to take advantage of you on his watch! "hmm? what was that you were about to say? let us hear it."

• you playfully tease each other on daily basis, light-hearted banter and snarky remarks, but by god when he tries to be the slightest bit more romantic you completely miss the point. rip Kuroo he's taken it as a challenge to make you flustered and will stop at nothing.

• you guys would have so much fun debating over everything from philosophy to ridiculous opinions such as whether cheese goes before or after the ham on a sandwich.

• gets all smug when you start being more talkative with him because you're showing a special side to yourself, hehe.

• has the s o f t e s t smile on his face when he listens to you talk !! like, resting his chin on his palm and leaning in, hanging on your each and every word while thinking how precious you are ♡︎

• can't forget about all the cursed memes you send each other in the middle of the night! not mention how you have entire conversations in them??

• it's completely all right if you don't have advice to give. when Kuroo's feeling down you being there is all be needs ♡︎ your presence alone is enough to remind him everything is going to be okay.

• !! sharing earbuds during bus, car and train rides !! change my mind. he especially likes it if you rest your head on his shoulder all the while, it makes him feel happy that you trust him so much. plus the fluffy intimacy.

• once he tried doing the same to you but he's kinda heavy so eventually you had to tell him to lift it. but in exchange, you let him lay his head on your lap. he actually prefers it that way now.

• such an overly dramatic couple honestly. if one of you starts acting dramatic, the other will jump the bandwagon no questions asked. yeah . . . your friends don't third-wheel on your dates much . . .

• your dates include shopping for fashion (imagine trying to style his hair to fit with the rest of his outfit but the last second it just goes poof), aimless "we'll figure out a date on the way there" drives, trying out funky science experiments from youtube, donating blood, pillow fort parties and childhood movie nights ♡︎

♫︎ music box

— Yellow by Coldplay

— Nicholas Sparks by Kinda Collective

— Sweet Talk by Saint Motel

— Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz

— Dance, baby! by Pablo

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you

afrer a big volleyball game victory Kuroo had decided to cofess to you. it was the perfect opportunity, he was feeling the most confident and ready. so, after the celebration with his teammates he invited you over to his place where you'd get some peace and quiet. however, before he got to say what he'd been agonising over for months now, you asked to play a song for him. you had written it yourself, especially for him, for this victory and your own confession! boy was absolutely shooketh but all the more smitten. he almost cried you were so perfect shh it was you both laughed as he said his confession right after ♡︎

— favourite activity to do together

i said it before and i'm gonna say it again: Kuroo loves playfully bantering with you. your wit never ceases to surprise him but it also gives him an excuse to throw an arm around your shoulder and get even closer to you ♡︎ as for actual activities i wanna say simply hanging out with you is more than enough for Kuroo because it's then when you're the most relaxed. it also leaves room for more spontaneous dates, your adventures are always new and exciting!

— favourite place to kiss you

Kuroo is a tease and will kiss you anywhere but the lips (or any other place you want him to). he loves giving you kisses but in most situations you might think he lives to see your pout or glare as he takes his time. in the end though, his kisses are the sweetest, meant only for you. in conclusion, i think his preferences very much shift according to yours.

— favourite nicknames to call you by

okay i know 'kitten' is very popular in the fandom, and i think since you like cats he enjoys calling you by it. but the nicknames he likes calling you by the most are usually in foreign languages, like 'chica' 'ma cherie' etc. if you like nicknames then do i have good news for you because cheesy ones as 'hunny bun' and 'boo' are also on his list!

— favourite thing about you

your sense of humour, among other things, is something Kuroo finds endearing about you! it's very similar to his own so he thinks of it as something that connects the two of you. also, the fact that you're in touch with your emotions is precious in his eyes. it's not common these days so you're a special treasure to him ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Rintaro Suna

hihi! here i am doing requests hahahahaa . . . right. no excuses. i am terribly sorry for the wait so i'm trying to improve the quality of these in an attempt to make-up for the mega long wait. i sincerely hope you see and loke this!! stay safe and remember to be kind to yourself ♡︎

[omgmykpopfictionsandstuff]

One cloudy day..

Une main sur la hanche, l'autre dans la sienne et le plongée en arrière. Voilà une heure que Berwald servait de mannequin à Miyuki et Elisa, il servait de mannequin avec Lily qui avait très gentiment accepter se se joindre eux pour cette petite séance de peinture dans l'une de salle de danse au fond nuages de la SM un de ces salles mythiques mais oubliées. Il pencha Lily en arrière et la française lui offrit un grand sourire. Miyuki termina son dessin et se leva très heureux du rendu, Elisa posa son pinceau et c'est ce moment que choisit Sören pour entrer, Lucie à son bras, Ten à l'autre. Lily sourit et relâcha doucement Berwald et s'inclina devant sa sœur et fixa Sören puis Ten. Sören s'écarta de son compagnon et tendit la main a Lily.

« Shall we ? » demanda-t-il calmement

« Do not force yourself » dit Lily en riant

« Won't happen. » dit Sören avec un semblant de sourire

Lily l'emmena alors dans une petite danse de simple, une valse qui jurait avec leurs tenues, car Lily portait un simple Jeans, un débardeur noir et des talons multicolore, et Sören lui portait un vieux t-shirt gris chiné avec l'inscription ' Royal Stockholm High School Hockey Team' et dans son dos 'S. Ekstrøm ' ainsi qu'un vieux jeans déchiré et des simple tennis blanches. La danse était légère et quand la jolie blonde, s'arrêta posant une main sur l'épaule de Sören, Ten serra les dents.

« Hands off he's mine. » grogna-t-il

Lily se recula légèrement surprise et leva la tête vers Sören, qui lui cachait très très mal sa satisfaction. Lily roula des yeux et Lucie secoua la tête en prenant la main de Ten.

« Ecoute, mon chéri... » fit Lucie en douceur « Sören est gay. Très gay. Lily est hétéro. Enfin aux dernières nouvelles.. » Elle fixa sa sœur qui confirma

« Je ne suis pas une menace. » dit Lily en souriant « Sören est juste mon ami. »

« Et c'est mon meilleur ami. » fit une voix velouté.

Elle entra dans la salle, portant une chemise blanche d'homme pas grande, des bas retenus par des porte jarretelles clairement visible sous la chemise et concrètement on voyait tout à travers sa chemise. Elle était petite, pourtant trônait sur des escarpins terriblement haut, ses longues mèches noires tombant de manière naturelle sur ses épaules et on pouvait aisément voire la fatigue dans ses yeux vert intense. Elle avança et soupira en se reposant contre l'épaule de Sören.

« It freaking hurts ... » soupira-t-elle

« I know. » dit-il

« I'm not only fucking meat for fucks sake. I'm not like... » Elle s'arrêta quand NCT entra par l'autre porte et la fixaient  « Holy fuck. »   Sören enleva son pull et le donna a Morganna qui l'enfila rapidement et fixa Lily qui enleva sa ceinture et la lui tendait. En deux secondes Morganna c'était faite une robe d'un pull beaucoup trop grand pour elle. Grâce à Sören et Lily. Ten l'observa et arqua un sourcil.

« Je vous ai déjà vu quelque part non ? » demanda-t-il

« Je suis Mona. » dit-elle doucement en souriant à Ten

« Holy shit. » couina Mark 

« Dude ?! » s'étonna Johnny

« I... oh waw... she's.. really... » Mark était rouge.

Morganna secoua un peu la tête quand Elrick entra, la mine noire, les yeux sombres. Il prit la main de Morganna qui secoua la tête.

« No please no.. » murmura-t-elle

« She's gone... Jolene and Malia said I had to get you. » dit-il

« I.. yes.. » Morganna s'éloigna et sortit en courant chercher quelqu'un.

« She's not Ian. » dit-il a Sören qui se massa les tempes.

« Qu'est-ce qu'il y a Sören ? » Ten prit doucement sa main

« Une amie de Morganna est malheureusement décédé dans l'exercice de ses fonctions. » dit Elrick

« Elle disait qu'elle avait de l'espoir la dernière fois d'arriver au bout de son service... ... » murmura Lily

« Malheureusement tout le monde n'est pas Ian... » soupira Lucie  

-

Voilà quelques jours bien sombres mais la vie continuait... enfin pas tout à fait. Morganna regardait l'homme assis sur la terrasse une cigarette entre les doigts, le regard dans le vide. Elle soupira et vint prendre la cigarette pour l'écraser.

« ça va pas? » grogna-t-il

« J'ai déjà perdue une amie. Tu ne seras pas le suivant sur la liste. » Elle était assez froide et soupira « Que va-t-il advenir de son fils ? » demanda-t-elle

« Je vais devoir ... m'en occuper. » nota-t-il « C'est moi son père. » il prit sa tête entre les mains

« Je sais. En attendant il vit avec Jolene. » nota Morganna en se levant « c'est sa Marraine après tout. » -

Jolene portait le petit garçon, puis s'installa dans le canapé. Le petit garçon aux yeux typé coréen mais d'une jolie couleur verte sombre. Il avait 3 ans et comprenait ce qu'il c'était passer et quand Jolene dessina un avion pour lui... il posa ses mains sur le papier.

« Mama... » dit-il doucement

« Yes Mama.. » Jolene caressa ses cheveux. « She won't comeback you know that right my love ? »

« I know. Uncle Ian... said... she .. » il chercha ses mots « Uncle Ian said... elle est ... partie dans les nuages. »

« C'est ça... » dit Jolene en passant en coréen caressant ses petites joues humide de larmes

« I miss mama... » dit-il en se lovant dans les bras de Jolene

« I miss her too. » dit-elle en le serrant contre elle.

Jaehyun entra dans le salon, cachant très mal un grand ourson en peluche dans son dos et Jolene leva la tête du petit garçon qui offrit un petit sourire fatigué a Jaehyun avant de descendre du canapé et de tendre les bras. Jaehyun posa l'ourse en peluche et souleva le petit dans ses bras.

« Hey big boy. » dit-il en souriant

« Hey uncle Jaee » Il souriait un peu fatigué

« Ohh someone wants a nap. » dit Jaehyun en souriant

« Nappy ! » il souriait un peu plus en se frottant les yeux

« Want Jaejae to put you in bed love ? » demanda Jolene

« want both... want my song... » murmura-t-il fatigué

« All right. » Jolene se leva et ramassa le gros ourse en peluche.

Le couple emmena le petit garçon dans la chambre ou résidait Jolene et le mirent au lit. C'est avec une douce chanson Jolene chantant et Jaehyun à la guitare, un peu hésitant. Une version country de 'Baby Mine' emmena le petit bout dans un sommeil profond et le couple éteignit la lumière et sortit de la chambre. Jaehyun rit un peu et Jolene l'embrassa tendrement avant de rejoindre le reste du groupe dans la salle à manger.

« He's so precious. » nota Johnny

« He is. » Jolene sourit

« Are you... like... gonna adopt him ? » demanda Mark

« He has a father you know. » dit Jolene « I'm just waiting for him to get better. » dit-elle

« we're gonna miss the little guy... » dit Mark

« Is his father gonna be okay ? » demanda Johnny 

« I'm counting on Morganna to not let him down. » dit Jolene

Puis on sonna à la porte et Jolene se leva pour aller ouvrir. Dans l'entrée se trouvait Morganna, avec à son bras un homme un peu morne.

« Hey... » dit Jolene doucement en emmenant le jeune homme avec elle

« Comment va-t-il ? » demanda-t-il la voix brisé

« C'est un grand garçon. Il comprends... » Jolene frotta doucement son dos « Et il attend son papa. Mais il dort là... » dit-elle doucement

« Je peux le voir ? » demanda-t-il doucement

« Viens. » Elle prit sa main et l'emmena doucement vers la chambre ou le petit dormait à poing fermé.

« Si seulement je pouvais dormir aussi insouciant que lui. » dit-il

« Une chanson et une guitare c'est tout ce qu'il demande. » Jolene rit en refermant la porte « Essaie une infusion de camomille et de valériane. Ça peut aider avec du miel. »

« Merci Jolene. Merci pour tout ce que tu fais... » Il soupira

« De rien Kyungsoo... Hilary aurait voulut qu'on se serre les coudes. » Elle l'emmena dans la salle commune et lui servit un thé

« Il lui restait que deux semaines... » soupira-t-il « Deux semaines et elle avait finit avec l'armée. »

« Le sort à été une pute. » grogna Morganna

« Langage. » soupira Jolene

« Tout le monde n'a pas la chance d'Ian. » dit Kyungsoo fatigué

« Appa ? » couina une petite voix endormie

« Douglas... » Il se tourna et s'accroupit « Viens-là »

Le petit bonhomme décida de piquer un sprint un peu bancale mais déterminé vers son père qui le prit dans ses bras. Jolene posa sa tête sur l'épaule de Jaehyun et sourit en voyant le père et le fils réuni.

« Tu as les yeux de ta maman tu sais ? » dit Kyungsoo en souriant

« Tata Jojo dis ça aussi... »  le petit regarda Jolene « ça veut dire... i can go with papa now ? »

« You're going home with papa yes love. » Jolene sourit

« But Uncle Ian and Uncle Jae and you, you have to come to my birthday hein oui papa ils doivent venir ? » le petit Douglas sourit

« Oui on organisera une fête. » dit Kyungsoo un peu dépassé mais souriant

« Bon courage. » dit Jaehyun doucement

« Merci. » Kyungsoo caressa les cheveux de Douglas « On va prendre tes affaires. Ton oncle Ian nous attend. » dit-il en regardant son téléphone.

« Quoi le vieux est là ?! » dit Morganna en souriant

« Respecte ton père. » dit Jolene blasé

« Je l'appelle pour qu'il monte ! » fit Morganna  

« ça doit être un vieux monsieur ... » s'étonna Mark doucement

« Ahah. » Kyungsoo rit un peu posant son fils au sol pour qu'il embarque contre son gré, oncle Jaehyun l'aider a faire sa valise « Ian vieux. »

« Ian vieux... » Jolene secoua la tête en riant et alla ouvrir la porte.

Une homme assez grand entra. Il était battit comme un dieu ce qui se voyait à travers sa tenue, une chemise blanche serrant ses muscles, un veston noir et un pantalon de costume noir collant à ses jambes, lui offrant un galbe des fesses pour le moins sexy. A son cou pendait une cravate défaite et sa chemise déboutonné laissa entrevoir le haut d'une pièce d'échec tatoué sur sa clavicule, ses cheveux noirs tombaient brillant et d'une façon élégante autour de son visage, il avait ce genre de visage de jeune premier, et des yeux d'un vert intense. Il aurait pu clouer n'importe qui sur place avec un seul regard. Il glissa ses mains dans ses poches avant des les sortir pour soulever le petit Douglas lui fonçant dessus.

« Hi ye wee lad » fit-il avec un très gros accent irlandais

« Uncle Ian !!! » Douglas le serrait très fort dans ses bras

« Hi dad ! » fit Morganna en embrassant sa joue, alors qu'il se penchait

« Dad ?! » s'étrangla Johnny « But he's like 20 or so. »

« 40. But thanks wee lad. S'fine knowin am' still handsome. » fit l'homme aux yeux verts.

« Holy shit. » Mark avala de travers

« Dude really ? » Johnny fixa Ian qui haussa un sourcil

« J'ai 40 ans oui. » dit-il en posant Douglas à terre « on va à la maison ? » demanda-t-il à Kyungsoo

« La mienne ou la tienne ? » demanda Kyungsoo

« La mienne. Je suis équipé pour des bambins. » dit-il

« Comment va mon petit frère ?  Et ma petite sœur ? » demanda Morganna

« Leur père me rend dingue mais sinon, ils vont bien. » dit Ian en soupirant « Ton beau-père est casse couille. »

« Tu l'as épousé pour ça Papa. » nota Morganna amusée

« Ouais. » il souleva les 3 grosses valises du petit sans problèmes « Tu diras a Sören que son frère est chez moi, et qu'il va falloir son expertise et celle de Berwald chez Kyungsoo ? »

« Oui papa. » Morganna sourit « Tino est là aussi ? »

« Tino arrive demain. » dit Ian en sortant « Oublie pas Berwald et Sören. »

« J'oublierais pas. » elle sourit un peu

« Au revoir tout le mooonde !!! » fit Douglas en prenant la main de Kyungsoo « Viens appa ! »

« J'arrive... » Kyungsoo salua tout le monde avant de sortir.

Puis tout NCT fixa Morganna qui ferma la porte. Elle se tourna vers eux et haussa un sourcil.

« Quoi ? » elle arqua un sourcil

« Il a 40ans et à l'air plus jeune que moi... » marmonna Johnny

« Ian à la malédiction de l’éternel babyface. » dit Jolene en s'asseyant

« Mais il a dit son mari. » Mark fixa Morganna

« Oh oui, ma mère à disparue quand je suis née y a 24 ans laissant mon pauvre papa seul a 16 ans se démerder avec moi. » expliquait Morganna

« Il a élever Morganna à l'armée, plus tard Hillary a jointe l'alliance élevons Mona ... » Jolene sourit tristement

« Elle va me manquer. » soupira Morganna « Woody est partie trop tôt... »

« C'était son patronyme à l'armée, elle était pilote de chasse. Et c'était la très rousse maman de Douglas. » expliqua Mona « Elle a voler 8 ans avec mon père, et c'est grâce à lui qu'elle avait rencontrer Kyungsoo »

« Son mari était déjà son compagnon il y a 8 ans. » dit Jolene

« Ils sont ensemble depuis plus de v 10 ans. » nota Morganna en riant. « Et ils sont très bien ensemble. »

« Mais c'est qui ? » s'étonna Mark

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Arrivé à la maison, Ian installa Kyungsoo et Douglas dans l'appartement au dessus du garage. C'était un trois pièces simple mais tout à fait adapter pour un bambin de 3 ans. Dans l'entrée se trouvait Yoona un peu amusée en voyant Ian poser les valises et montrer la chambre à Douglas. Elle se revoyait, elle à la place de Kyungsoo, sauf qu'elle avait son mari avec elle. Elle souriait quand Kyungsoo s'assit en soupirant.

« Le coeur d'Ian explosera un jour avec sa bonté. » dit Kyungsoo

« C'est certain. » dit Yoona en s'asseyant sur le canapé « Mais Douglas aura des copains de son âge ici. »

« J'arrive pas à croire que ton fils à déjà 7 ans. » dit Kyungsoo amusé

« Moi non plus et ma fille qui a déjà 5 ans.. » Yoona secoua la tête

« Yoona-noona ? » fit une petite fille

« Oh Yuni ? » s'étonna Yoona en se redressant

« Y a votre fils qui est tombé dans le jardin. » dit-elle un peu gêné

« Il a encore voulut faire une prise de judo a ton frère ? » demanda-t-elle

« Oui Noona » dit-elle en baissant la tête

« Et ou est Sunhee ? » demanda-t-elle

« Elle prend le thé avec Tata Joy ! » dit-elle doucement

« Yuni ? » Ian s'avança

« Papa ! » La petite sauta dans ses bras.

« On va voir ce que Yunshi à fait comme bêtise ? » dit-il en la prenant dans ses bras

« Mais Yunshi a rien fait de mal c'est juste... Suncheol.. qui a essayer de le bloquer. » dit Yuni

« Un jour il apprendra. » Yoona se leva et sortit de l'appartement

« Vous avez pas réveiller Hyoji ? » soupira Ian

« Non elle fait toujours dodo ! » Yuni sourit

« Et appa ? » il descendit dans le grand salon trouvant son mari, bras croisé, et Sveinn, le mari de Yoona dans la même posture, fixant deux petits garçons.

« Je ne suis pas fier de toi. » souffla le mari de Yoona « Combien de fois devrais-je te dire que le Judo se fait au Dojo et pas à la maison dans le jardin ou c'est dangereux ? » sa voix atteignait un zéro absolu rappelant sa suède natale.

« Désolé... papa.. ; » couina le petit Suncheol.

« Tu as de la chance que Yunshi t'as soutenu tu aurais pu te faire très mal en tombant. » Dit Sveinn « Yunho vous a déjà puni pour ça. »

« Oui papa... » Suncheol baissa la tête

« Je ne suis pas content non plus Yunshi. » souffla Yunho exaspéré. « Je vais devoir le répété aussi ? Que jouer sur les dalles de l'étang est dangereux ? Ou dois-je laisser Papa mettre un requin dans l'étang pour que tu comprennes que c'est dangereux ? »

« C'est un plan ça. » dit Ian en posant Yuni au sol

« Ian... » soupira Yunho, Ian glissa sa main dans le dos de Yunho et fixa les deux « Je vais être gentil cette fois. Vous êtes tous les deux privé de tv pendant une semaine et vous allez aider votre oncle Matthias a ranger le jardin quand il sera là demain. Ai-je été compris ? » sa voix était froide et sévère.

« Yes sir. » firent les deux petits bonhommes

« Maintenant filer dans votre chambre » soupira Sveinn

« Yes sir. » et les deux petits bouts s'en allaient

Yuni alla rejoindre la petite Sunhee dans sa chambre pour prendre le thé avec Tata Joy. Yunho sourit un peu en embrassant la joue d'Ian. L'ancien militaire sourit et fixa Yoona enlacer Sveinn, puis Kyungsoo descendit de l'appartement, tous se séparaient. Kyungsoo secoua la tête amusé.

« On dirait Junmyeon et Lola. » il soupira amusé « ça va.. c'est pas parce qu'Hillary n'est plus là que vous devez faire ça. » il s'assit calmement « Je dirais même, profitez-en plus. »

« Peut-être que cela te changera les idées... » commença Sveinn « Mais Matthias arrive demain avec Tino. Il va s'occuper du jardin. »

« Matthias. » Kyungsoo hocha la tête « Il m'a manqué oui... je pense que je pourrais l'aider et Douglas adore le jardinage. »

« Et Matt est géniale avec les petits. » nota Yoona amusée

« C'est son métier Yoona. » Sveinn rit un peu « Il est professeur de maternel. »

« J'aurais pas imaginé un hockeyeur pro retraité, prof de maternel. » dit Yunho amusé

« C'est Donghae qui va être heureux aussi. » dit Joy en entrant « Parce que Tino a dit ... que Matthias à convaincu Thor de venir avec. »

« En effet Donghae va sauter au plafond. Il sait pas fermer sa gueule sur son pivot préféré... Le pauvre Berwald a été forcé de lui traduire tous les matchs... » dit Yoona en souriant « Il a du succès d'ailleurs Berwi... »

« Apparemment Jaemin et Jeno en ont après lui. » dit Kyungsoo calmement

« Aaah il est pas sortit de l'auberge mon pauvre frangin. » dit Sveinn amusé

« J'ai hâte de récupéré mon Tino.. » soupira Joy

« ça se comprend. » dit Yoona

« Oh... pardon Kyungsoo » Joy baissa la tête

« Y a pas besoin d'être désolé. » Il haussa les épaules.. « Elle me manque oui, mais elle n'est plus là. Ma vie continue malgré tout. »

Ian hocha la tête et servit un verre a Kyungsoo.

La vie continuait.