#but i'll try to get out a couple things! ^^

[livinghalfway]

Brothers, Aisle Six

Danny was having a terrible day, or more like a terrible week. His parents had discovered that he was Phantom, and had immediately attacked him. The only reason he had managed to get away through the portal was Jazz holding them back as she shouted at him to run.

Once in the ghost zone Clockwork was instantly by his side leading him to Far Frozen to help with his injuries. Once the worst of it was over Clockwork told him that to help keep him safe he was sending Danny far away from Amity; to Gotham. Whether he agreed or not didn't seem to matter as in a blink of an eye Danny finds himself standing in an alleyway with nothing more than what he already had.

The next few days were hard, and Danny was really trying not to let that get him down too much. So it only makes sense that the universe would take that as a challenge to do worse by raining.

When walking aimlessly in the grocery store to escape the rain he was absent mindlessly picking things up, reading them, and putting them down. That seemed to be a problem for some people though as in the next moment an older woman is grabbing his arm, and demanding him to put back what he was going to steal and asking where his parents are.

The woman doesn't even give him a chance to respond though before she is shouting at and pulling Danny towards an older teen (Tim) who is also standing in the aisle and now staring at them with wide eyes as they approach.

"You need to keep a better track of your little brother! I caught him trying to steal while you were over here looking at your phone!"

The older teen makes eye contact with those words. Now, Danny will admit that while this guy and him did look oddly a-like they weren't brothers, or at least he hoped that was the case. He would know if he was adopted right? Probably.

"Yes," Tim reaches out and pulls Danny out of the woman's grasp; tucking Danny into his side, "I'll make sure to do that thank you."

The woman obviously wants to continue talking, but before she can Tim is already walking away from her with Danny right next to him.

Danny is so thankful that Tim was willing to not correct the woman that he doesn't even notice when Tim plucks a couple hairs from him.

[lynxgriffin]

Deltarune Chapter 3 and 4 RANDOM THOUGHTS

Spoilers so it's going under the cut! This is just me gushing about the madness

Geez I have like 50 different things I want to do art for and I can't focus on any of them long enough to start, SOB

Was NOT expecting Susie to find out that Darkners are objects immediately upon starting up the chapter. I'm glad she took it as well as she did, though! Still think this may come up much much harder later.

Holy crap Tenna's designs and animations just hit like a truck LOL. It wasn't until much later that I was like "wait...this guy is not getting recruited to Castle Town, is he. There's no way those sprites will get integrated."

Disappointed we did not get a proper Susiezilla sequence, I wanted that!

All the banter of them sitting around playing Legend of Kris was adorable

Did not expect Lanino-Elnina-Rouxls Kaard DISASTER THROUPLE???

Lancer MY BOY

Geez all of the stuff where Kris was playing their solo adventure was just. SO unsettling.

"You didn't do Snowgrave in chapter 2? Well you're doing it here now lol"

"You were used up" UH OH!!!!

I managed to S-Rank both boards somehow and got to the Shadow Mantle boss but got my ass handed to me; I'll need to go back and try again later.

Totally called Toriel being in the prize capsule from the start

saxophone noise

Me at the end of the Tenna boss battle: Kris Knight is real? Well, not what I would've liked, but I'm sure it'll be--

Me five minutes later: I'M SORRY, WHOMST??????

But no for real the Knight design and demeanor is LEGIT scary, I'm so glad we got a proper really intimidating villain

But yeah absolutely got thrashed by the Knight as well SOB SOB

THAT ENDING THO??? AND THEN THE TRANSITION INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER?

Please give Susie MORE PANCAKES

Absolutely fascinated by the fact that the monster religion is also just. Like. The game legend. The implications

Cannot believe we had friggin Tom and Jerry-ass shenanigans in Noelle's house with the soul including Kris beating the crap out of us with a hockey stick

banging fists on the table SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE!

Asgore how did you get more awkward every chapter

The whole scene with Carol was just generally so, so DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE

Evil and intimidating deer by awesome lesbian couple indeed

Me earlier: Man Carol Holiday is going to get a pretty brutal death in Eldritchrune, I feel a little bad, it's probably going to feel unwarranted--

Me after chapter four: Hell naw this bitch gettin' what she deserves

I gotta say that I REALLY loved the music in this chapter, absolutely outstanding. I might like From Now On even more than Rude Buster

All in all in chapter four was SO cool, loved that we're taking everything seriously now, it felt like a real turning point

OKAY SO turns out THIS KINDA HAPPENED A BIT? But while my initial thought was Gerson being the Knight, I honesty like this better

IDK Gerson was just SO funny as a J.R.R. Tolkien-esque party member and I absolutely appreciated him being a mentor to Kris and especially Susie

Did NOT expect Susie making her own dark fountain before Noelle did!! But oh man all the differences in her version of the world that you can see compared to the usual one...

In any case I love Susie more and more every day if horrible things happen to her I will teleport to Toby Fox's house and push everything breakable off of his shelves

YOUR TAKING TOO LONG

Ralsei I am DEEPLY WORRIED about you my dude

He was looking so ragged this chapter and missed good chunks of Susie's dark world, too

I am extremely anxious about that critical part of the prophecy that we conveniently missed but that Susie saw, my weird kids need to be okay

Also uhhh??? Am I nuts or like? Did my half-human Susie crack theory get more evidence?? I was expecting just a solid debunking but if anything there's just more hints of it???? I'm kind of terrified???? Half-human Susie real????

Seriously I may just finally dive into the nightmare realm of making a theory video for it

HELLO NEO DARK FOUNTAIN ALREADY

HI TITAN ALREADY THAT WAS SICK AS HELL AND ALSO TERRIFYING

Seriously that Titan boss battle was crazy hard; it took me a lot of tries and it was a LONG fight every time

I have no solid thoughts on whether it's Carol Knight or Dess Knight; I'll have to ruminate on it more

It's Raining Here made real...

CANNOT BELIEVE WE ENDED THIS CHAPTER ON FRIGGIN KRIS MISERABLE IN BED WHILE SORIEL DISCO HAPPENS DOWNSTAIRS

Again: I want to draw but have no focus aaljsda

Also I got like two hours of sleep last night because my brain would not stop buzzing lol

Once again THIS GIF REMAINS MY ULTIMATE REACTION TO NEW DELTARUNE BYE:

[tttabii]

── 西村 力 EYES ON YOU ; NISHIMURA RIKI

pairing ୭ bad boy! ni-ki x student council president! reader.

word count: 9162 ; mentions of ni-ki and the others smoking cigarettes, fluff, college au!

THE STUDENT COUNCIL OFFICE WAS unnaturally still save for the swish of the papers as you flipped through another round of proposals for the festival. All the ideas had been swimming around in everyone's heads since the fall festival only a month away; some of them were truly imaginative and some just downright stupid.

You let out a tired sigh as you stamped "Approved" on a handful of ideas that might actually have a chance: a food fair, with international dishes made by students, a photobooth with a vintage train design, and a long horror escape house that jumped off the page. You had to admit it was smart. If executed well, they could get interest from other nearby schools and also be a plus on the academy's record. That was worth approving.

You finished up the last file and then you heard it; that knock. You had become used to it. Annoyingly familiar like a ringtone you had grown too tired to change. 

You groaned. "Ni-ki... what now."

When you opened the door you saw the same sight: Nishimura Riki with a crumpled piece of paper in hand and an annoyingly smug smile like he had already won. 

"I know the deadline's over, but come on—just take a look at it," he said, holding out the paper with those stupid puppy eyes he always used when trying to get his way.

You crossed your arms. "No. A deadline's a deadline. I'm not making exceptions for some dumb festival stunt of yours."

You were closing the door when he stuck his foot in like his mother owned the place, and let out an exaggerated sigh. Rolling your eyes, you back at your desk, regretting not locking the damn thing.

He strolled in with bravado. "Come on, baby. Just this once."

You gave him a glare, your heart beating just a bit faster with that term of endearment, which only annoyed you more."I'm not your baby. And you can stop calling me that. This isn't one of your little games."

But you took the paper out of his hand anyway. Because, of course, you always ended up hearing him out, no matter how much you told yourself not to.

You quickly scanned the proposal. A foam party.A real foam party. It sounded absurd and almost genius.You cocked an eyebrow. "And who exactly ae you doing this with?"

He leaned on the edge of your desk with ease. "My bros. We've been talking about it for a while."

You sigh quietly and gave the paper back. "I'll think about it. But don't get your hopes up."

He laughed, clearly enjoying the moment, and began stepping away from you to head to the door. "I won't. but you are going to approve it, I know you can't resist a good-looking guy with an agenda."

You dismissed him, "Go away."

He walked away, but not before catching the way your eyes lingered a second too long on his outfit. He has seen it, he knew it. You never stared outright—but with guys who know how to dress, he knew he could expect your attention, whether you liked it or not.

The next morning, the wind was light as you walked up the few stairs of the school, the white sundress flowing around your knees. You wore your bag slung over one shoulder, your glasses slipping down your nose as your eyes tried to focus on the paper in your hand. You were mentally reviewing your schedule for the day, already dreading the backlog of reports you'd have to approve.

You'd seen Ni-ki earlier, surrounded by a couple of girls leaning against a tree, wearing that obnoxious smile that surely belonged on the cover of a magazine. You ignored him, as you always did.

But of course, he had to announce his presence. He deliberately collided with you, and before you had a chance to do anything, he had snagged your glasses off your face, holding them above him like a smug toddler with a toy.

"Ni-ki!" You shifted your arms to reach for them, annoyed. "Give them back!"

He just grinned like he was in on the joke, and held them a little higher. "Nope. Not until you say please."

You stood on your tiptoes again to reach, and one hand instinctively gripped his arm for balance. Standing that close, he could see everything. The soft curve to your lashes, the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyes appeared so much clearer and prettier and more... you without the frames.

"You know," he leaned in and teased, "you look so much better without these."

Without warning, his other hand slipped around your waist, steadying you when you almost lost your balance. You jolted, realizing it was him, and stepped back instantly. "You're such a nuisance," you muttered, snatching your glasses from his hand and hurrying off toward the student council office, vision still slightly blurred.

Behind you, a few boys turned to look to take a good look at you.

And Ni-ki noticed.

Oh, they were definitely going to be a problem.

As the girls from earlier tried to distract him, laughing too loudly and clinging to his arm, Ni-ki wasn't paying attention. His eyes were still on you.

You had just rubbed your eyes tiredly, while waving small hellos to your fellow student council members. Your dress was hugging you beautifully perfect—elegant while also feeling effortlessly comfortable.

Your hair was down with soft waves and a small white bunny pin on the side, held back just enough. Your bangs framed your face gently, loose and natural. He thought you looked way too cute for someone who claimed to be tired.

His eyes dropped down to your lips. You had put a light gloss on your lips—subtle and pretty but also dangerous. He wondered what type of lipstick it was. Actually, maybe he didn't care. Maybe he would just wipe it off with his lips if given the chance. Those girls would for sure be jealous.

But they didn't matter.

He had long stopped being a playboy, the moment he actually laid eyes on you for the first time. It all started weeks ago in the infirmary. He was only there to skip class, claiming to be sick when in reality he just wanted air conditioning and a decent bed. He was about to fall asleep himself—until he noticed you.

You were all curled up on one of the beds, face slightly to the window so that warm sunlight hit your cheeks. You looked peaceful at first, and then your brows furrowed as the discomfort woke you. A heat pack pressed to your stomach, and you were hugging a pillow tightly. He wasn't expecting that.

The cold, powerful student council president fitted into the bed, looking so small, like a girl who just wanted to survive painful cramps in peace. That was the moment he realized there was more to you than just a sharp tongue and standing straight. When you did wake up, he was there, watching you.

"Can I help you?" you asked flatly, your eyes still narrowed as if you just woke up.

"Yeah," he said, already smirking. "Do you mind giving me a little kiss?"

You grimaced. "Are we deadass right now..."

You then stood up and walked away without second thought. And yet, you still lingered in his thoughts.

The very next day, you caught him smoking behind the school building with Jake and a few others. He figured he was done for—but Jake gave you those ridiculous puppy eyes and, surprisingly, you let them off with a warning. Strict, but not cruel.

He remembered how close you stood when you handed out the warning. Your cherry-sweet perfume hit him all at once. You avoided his gaze when he looked straight at you. He saw the way your fingers fidgeted at your side. Even then, he could tell: you weren't as cold as you pretended to be.

Later, his friends told him you were actually younger—by a full year. The first and youngest student council president their school had ever had. You earned that title by merit, not by a favor—organization, leadership, and grace under pressure.

The resentment that came from the assistant president—also one of Ni-ki's exes, the one that lasted all of one month—was inevitable. Actually, almost every relationship he ever had lasted a month. If not, even less time.

But it all stopped once he started seeing you from a distance. And realized something even worse—

You might be unattainable. 

If someone good—really good—were to notice you, they could take your heart before he got the chance to do it. Someone with no bad boy reputation; who had no gossip flying around like second skin. A clean-cut man who liked cold girls with secret warmth who would treat you right. And never make you cry. Someone worthy of you.

But he also knew... you weren't cold. Not really. And he certainly was not going to let anyone else be the first to warm you up.Not without a fight.

('−ㅿ−')

It was already the evening, the softly lit glow of the sunset streaming through the windows as students hurried about with flyers, costumes, posters, decorations—the whole deal. Some students were juiced and rehearsing on the quad lawn. Others were in deeper planning meetings, but you had just ended yours with the council. Your arms were filled with files and event charts—everything neatly color-coded.

That was when it happened.

Yunah. Again.

She plowed into you on purpose right outside the council room, her shoulder hitting your shoulder harder than it needed to have . You twisted your heel a bit, and your knee smashed into the cold, hard, and rough concrete floor, scraping it hard against the tiles.

"Oop-sorry," she said with her make-believe sweet voice as she never even turned her head as she took off down the hallway.

You took a deep breath, moving your hair back and squeezing the files harder to your chest. "It's fine," you murmured to yourself, hoping to sound more convincingly steady than you felt. 

You stood up, brushing the dust from your skirt, and limped forward—unaware of the thin trail of blood running down your knee. You had a job to do. The gym was the final stop on your daily rounds. After this, you could go back to your dorm, shower, and maybe nap before the late council online meeting tonight.

You pushed the gym doors open.

The air carried that rubber flooring odor mixed with sweat, pierced with metallic clinks of weight and the sounds of boys' voices. You had your clipboard in one hand, scanning the space quickly and efficiently. Everything in order. Equipment in appropriate locations. Towels where towels belong. Floors clear. Good.

And then you saw him. Ni-ki.

He was rocking a black tank and pants, hair slightly wet against his forehead. He was seated at a weights machine, forearms pumping with veins as he effortlessly lifted. You could see his biceps flex every time he pulled the weights, and your breath caught in your throat before you reignited and glanced away in a panic.

Stay focused, damn it.

You took a shaky step back, still limping without realizing you did, and flipped your clipboard to the gym report—

"Hey." 

You blinked up in surprise. Ni-ki was suddenly standing before you, holding a towel against his neck, brow furrowed as he looked you over. 

"What happened?" his voice now a lower pitch.

"What?" You looked up in confusion for a moment, before following his gaze. He wasn't looking at your face. He was looking at your knee. 

Where blood was trailing slowly down your skin, now obvious against the pale background of your socks. You flinched slightly as he dropped to one knee, his hand resting gently on your injured one. The touch was light, but you still shuddered.

"Oh... it's nothing," you mumbled. "Someone just... bumped into me."

"Uh huh." His voice was dry, clearly unconvinced. He looked up at you for a second, something unreadable in his eyes. And then—without another word—he stood and called over his shoulder to the other boys, "I'm heading out. Later."

"Where are you—"

"Sit."

He motioned to the bench nearby. You blinked, unsure if you were even supposed to obey—but your legs were tired, and honestly, your knee stung.

So you sat.

You watched him silently, as he cleaned up the wound, and then unwrap the bandage with just as much caution as he used to dab away your blood, pressing it to your knee just right, running his thumb over the bandage to make sure that it was secure. He didn't say anything again until he stood back up, wiped his hands, then jogged over to the vending machine.

He was back in a moment, and dropped a cold chocolate milk into your hands.

"What's this for?"

"Sugar," he said, now sitting beside you, again not too close, but close enough that your knees nearly brushed.

"You looked like you could use it."

"I'm not a child," you countered, though you were already uncapping it.

"I know," he said, looking sideways to you. "You're the president. Cold, nonchalant and untouchable." 

You raised your brow at him, but he wasn't finished.

"But you limp like a normal person," he added, biting back a smile.

You exhaled a short laugh despite yourself and took a sip.

Ni-ki leaned forward, arms resting on his knees as he looked ahead. He leaned back, elbow resting casually behind you on the bench, eyes glancing sideways as you sipped quietly on the chocolate milk he got you.

"Who pushed you?" he asked, voice steady, but there was a weight there, layered underneath. He didn't look at you—just stared at the gym wall across from him like your answer didn't matter.

You didn't say anything.You kept your eyes down on the page you held in your lap, fingers messing with the edge of it, pretending that the milk tasted more interesting than the buzzing tension between the two of you.

He made a small, humorless laugh. "Figured."

You glanced at him, brows drawing slightly together. "Yunah has always been looking at you like that," he said plainly, like it was something that he had noticed a million times before and filed away. "Especially when I'm around. Like this morning."

You blinked. "This morning?"

"Yeah, when I took your glasses and I held your waist."

You immediately looked away, the heat rushing up your neck as you let the memory wash over you—how close he had been, how your heart jumped and you pulled away very quickly and blushed.

"She saw the whole thing," he added, not sounding particularly concerned. "She didn't say anything though."

You paused, then mumbled, "Could've just been someone else who pushed me. Maybe it was a stranger."

Ni-ki shrugged, like he had already thought of it and shot it down. "Maybe. But I don't usually guess wrong. And Yunah... she's petty enough to push someone over less."

You took the last sip of your milk, and held the empty bottle in your lap for just a second, until Ni-ki took it from you, just brushing his fingers against yours as he did so. He stood up, walked to the bin, and tossed it without saying a word.

You stood up too, dusted off your dress and grabbed your clipboard, and walked off without saying goodbye.

You turned on your heel, and his voice came behind you, teasing."Not even a bye, prez?"

You didn't turn back, didn't answer.But he caught the way your hand went up for just a moment to scratch the back of your neck—anxious, a bit flustered—as you walked down the hallway and turned around the corner toward your office.

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The library was quiet, the soft hum of the built-in café mingling with the distant sound of pages turning. Instead of locked in your student council office like usual, you chose to be on this rare break in a different spot—curled up by the corner window seat of the library, nursing a cold latte, and flipping through your notes for the upcoming autumn festival.

Honestly, you were juggling more than you should be. Between your responsibilities in student council and being part of a baking club—which let's be honest, insisted on running a full baking competition booth—you hardly had time to breathe.

It was a fun idea: visitors could taste different pastries and vote on the best one, provided the participants knew what they were doing. This wasn't a bake-off for beginner bakers. You already wrote of the safety list three times.

But for now, you just wanted your highlighters. You rifled through your bag, trying to dig out the familiar pack when your fingers stopped, heart sinking ever so slightly.

One of your plush keychains was gone.The little bunny with the dark red ribbon. Missing.

You paused for a moment, scanned your open bag again just in case, and then exhaled softly through your nose, disappointment creeping over your expression.

Your fingers clenched around the only charm that still hung from the zipper, and your teeth grazed your lip as your face dipped from its normally neutral expression.

It was subtle, but still—anyone who truly knew you would see it. You didn't show much in public. Stoic, organized, composed—always. But right now, you were unguarded in a way you rarely allowed.

Meanwhile, on the rear path near the library's back entrance, Ni-ki had been taking a quiet smoke break. The wind ruffled his black hoodie a little, and he was leaning against the railing with half-lidded eyes, letting his mind wander. That was when he noticed something odd in the grass. 

A little, dirty, plush bunny, facedown. 

He stared for a second, then bent down and flicked the ash from his fingers, and carefully lifted the bunny by the ribbon.

He recognized it right away.

Of course he did.

He'd seen it enough times hanging off your bag—cute, a little worn, something he figured you probably had for years. His lips twitched in a tiny smile, just barely there, as he tucked the bunny into his pocket and stubbed out his cigarette.

You had just come out of the library, clutching on to the last charm on your butchered bag, distractedly gazing at your feet.

You were perhaps hoping the bunny had dropped somewhere close and that no one had stepped on it or thrown it somewhere completely different. And then you heard it—the sound you had grown unfamiliar too. The sound of jangly chain jewelry.

You almost choked, eyes instinctively shifting without even turning. You knew who it was before you had turned.

Ni-ki, walking up the path toward you, the chrome hearts keychain on his belt swinging and clinking as it bumped against the metal chain clip on his pants. A few charms were hanging loose, glistening as they swayed in the briefest of sunlight exposure.

His heavy silver earrings twinkled from their usual spot, and the fake lip ring—one of the things that always made your stomach twist for reasons you refused to acknowledge—sat crooked against his lip and stuck out like a sore thumb.

His messy black hair fell over his eyes, bangs as low as always and unkempt around his forehead, as if he had just rolled out of bed without a thought. He never made it look intentional, and yet it was so infuriatingly good on him.

Your hand curled instinctively around your bag's strap, trying to act unaffected as he slowed to a stop in front of you.

He didn't say anything at first. Just held something out.

You blinked.

And there it was—your plush bunny, a little dirty now but still intact, dangling from his fingers by its dark red ribbon.

"You dropped this," he said, voice low, casual.

"Oh... thank you," you said, your fingers brushing against his as you got the stuffed bunny back. You couldn't even look at him—either too awkward or maybe just too closed off—before quickly re-attaching the charm onto the zipper of your backpack and sort of twisting away. You stood there for a second, awkward, not knowing what to do, and then made the choice to do what you always did when things felt strange.

You walked away.

The faint smell of smoke was still with him, curling around you along with the warm wisp of that familiar cologne of his, something sharp and clean, something spicy underneath. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it felt... familiar. Even comforting. You didn't recoil from that smell. Not the way most people did.

You grew up with it. Your parents smoked when you were little, and the smell was forever tied to memories of home, of quiet evenings, and cold winter nights. It didn't disgust you. It never had. He noticed. He caught the tiny change in your face, the nuance of bringing the smell into your body with no negative reaction. He didn't say anything. Just stood silently and watched, as he always did, as you walked away.  

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It wasn't the last time he "coincidentally" ran into you.

You had your doubts about how accidental it really was.

Especially when it kept happening like this—in places you definitely wouldn't expect him. Like, for instance, the baking club room. Today was extra busy, obviously. You and your clubmates were trying out different cake flavors as you attempted to work your way through which flavor would be used at the festival's opening ceremony. The whole campus was abuzz about the festival, especially with some higher-profile guests likely to show up.

The club wasn't really that big, but was really close-knit. You weren't the leader—there was enough responsibility on your plate being student council president already—but you still pulled your weight, always listening to the instructions and never acting like you were above it. You liked it this way. Less pressure, more time to focus on the fun.

And today was fun.

You were dressed casually, in low-hanging sweatpants and a slightly oversized jersey top, one side slipping off your shoulder, the black strap of your bra visible in a way that was clearly intentional—it matched the design, and you liked the look. Your hair was pulled into two loose pigtails, bangs falling messily across your forehead, and your apron was already a little dusted with flour and sugar.

You stood at one of the mixing stations, wooden spoon in hand, stirring the thick, creamy mixture, wildly. Quickly, checking around to see if anyone was paying close attention - you dipped your finger in and popped it in your mouth—soft vanilla with a warm cinnamon background.

Your lips turned into a small smile, briefly so, it could've gone unnoticed. You quickly released it when you realized. You weren't alone. You added a pinch of cinnamon sugar anyway—quietly hoping—wishing, that your cake will receive more votes. That people would like it. And even if you didn't show it, you love when people like the thing you bake.

You spent time, figuring that flavour out, layering it warmth with some little surprise at the end. It mattered to you, more than anyone cared to know. You turned to help a clubmate ice another test batch, apron tied tight behind you. 

And just outside the door, lingering just out of sight—was Ni-ki, with Jake and a few of their friends, having been roped into delivering something artwork nearby. But he'd stopped when he passed the glass window and caught a glimpse of you.

His gaze lingered.

The way you smiled to yourself—a real one, so rare it almost felt like a secret. The way your top slipped down slightly to give me a glimpse of that black strap. The way you licked the batter off your finger like you didn't even know that was distracting.The look on his face changed ever so slightly.Jake caught it right away.

"Bro," Jake grinned, shoving him with his elbow. "You're down so bad."

Ni-ki didn't say anything. He looked away with a blank expression and ignored the teasing as he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked ahead like he hadn't been caught.

After Ni-ki left the baking club hallway, he meandered through the main building with his usual lazy charm, side by side with his group of friends, and a handful of the girls from his class following closely behind him, still asking him questions about the course they were in—but let's be real, half of them were just using the questions to try and keep his attention for another second.

He hardly looked interested. Answering with some short, amused comments. His hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket, chain jewelry chiming softly as he walked, their silver glimmers reflecting from the hallway lights. After the end of class, he stepped outside to breathe, leaning a little and then stopping suddenly.

You were there.   

Right on the edge of the main path with your clubmates. You were holding out your tray of neatly portioned cake samples to passing students. You were focused and professional—smiling only slightly, your usual guarded expression locked back on your face. Still, you had a rhythm. Offer a piece, introduce the flavor, remind them to vote at the club.

Jake stepped out of class and you caught him first, carefully holding the tray out toward him, quietly saying: "Try this one."

He took a bite, eyebrows raising. "Oh—yo, this is actually fire."

That was when Ni-ki walked up, that telltale sound of his pants chain dragging against metal making your ears twitch slightly before your gaze flicked in his direction. You immediately recognized the grey hoodie—sleeves bunched at his elbows, zipper half undone, showing a glimpse of his collarbone and toned chest.

Fuck.

He didn't even try to look good. He just was.

You swallowed hard, lips twitching with annoyance, and turned to leave when—

"You're just going to ignore me after giving Jake cake, huh? Damn," he called out behind you, his tone casual but still hinting at that smirk. "What a president you are."

You froze for a second, rolled your eyes slowly, then turned back and deadpanned. "Do you want to try it or not?"

He raised an eyebrow, stepping in a little closer. He still had his hands in his pockets. "Have you even tried your own cake?"

You gave him a confused look. "No. Except for the batter."

He smirked, that lazy smug smirk of his. "Try it, baby."

You exhaled sharply. "I told you to stop calling me that."

Jake snorted. "You two sound married."

Before you could snap back, Ni-ki moved casually and took the small plastic fork out from your hand and shoved a bite of your own cake in your mouth before you could stop him. "Mmh!" You choked, in shock, at how fast he'd gotten the fork around your lips. 

He smirked wider. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he leaned in and dragged the same fork through the cream on the remaining cake sample and licked it clean with a hum of approval. "Damn. That's actually so good."

You were still flustered, wiping your lips when his eyes locked onto your mouth. There was whipped cream clinging to the corner. He didn't say anything for a few more seconds, and before you could wipe it away yourself, he discreetly used his thumb—almost teasingly—to brush it off gently.

"Sweet," he muttered quietly before licking off his own thumb with a satisfied expression on his face.

Your brain literally flat-lined for a second.Then you heard it—a voice that could ruin any moment.

"Ugh. Didn't think she was the one who baked it. Looks like someone's using her position for pity points," a girl's voice sneered from behind. She was clearly talking to her friend, but her eyes were on you.

One of Ni-ki's exes—not Yunah. Another one. Pick-me energy, rude smile, and only trying not to conceal the blame dripping off her every feature.

Ni-ki's whole face changed right away, jaw tensing—but he was still not reacting outwardly. Just standing there, silent. Like the calm before the storm. Pretending like neither of you heard it, still clear as day.

You muttered to yourself more than you were talking to him, "Why do you date such weird girls?"

His gaze darted back to you, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just a little as he tilted his head. "Aren't you a weirdo one, too?"

You scoffed, "Well, we're not dating. And we'll never date."

That amusement, sharp look returned to his face—one brow raised, his eyes seeming to dip for one impossibly small moment to your bare shoulder. The little curve of your collarbone showed under your loose jersey top. It wasn't scandalous, if anything it was trending. A lot of girls wore it. But you saw where his eyes traveled and the way they paused made your heart skip.

"Mhm," he said with a hint of a smirk, and his voice low. "Whatever you say, princess."

The word dripped off his tongue, a bit of tease and a bit of dare. Jake, still chewing on his second sample, muttered "This is better than Jungwon's K-dramas." 

You rolled your eyes, spun around, and whipped away in a whirlwind—muttering curses under your breath—but not before hearing Ni-ki chuckle behind you.

Then the votes were tallied and the results posted on the club board.

You saw your name first again. You blinked at it for a second until the club members screamed and brought you in for a mini group hug. You had won. That cake would be served to our guests for tonight's festival.

A smile immediately stretched across your face as your club began preparing to haul the cake to the display area. The cake, embellished with whipped cream, fruit slices and nice touches, looked beautiful. You just gave them a few quick instructions about not tilting the tray or turning the garnishes around. It had to be perfect as it sat there until tonight.

By the time everything was settled and the club booth was set up, the grounds were starting to fill with energy. Students were dragging props out, hanging decorations, testing lights and microphone systems. Music faintly played in the background, greetings were being shouted from all over the campus, and the buzz was everywhere.

It was only 10 a.m. but the ambience was already wild— and it wouldn't be until 7 p.m. tonight before the real thing began.

Still, after baking the entire morning and walking in and out of the sun making sure every tiny thing was in place, you were parched.

You held your printed speech in one hand, eyes scanning it while your throat started to feel dry and rough. You glanced around the campus yard, seeing booths still half-open—no one seemed to be selling drinks yet.

Then, without warning, a warm hand pressed gently onto your shoulder.

You turned around.

Ni-ki stood there clad in a black tank top, silver chain at his collarbone, and hair still damp from the heat. His fingers were cold from touching your shoulder, but in his hand was a small chilled yogurt drink pack, the same kind you used to drink with breakfast while still trying to rush out the door.

He just held it out to you, saying nothing, eyes soft but unreadable.

You blinked at it then at him. "You looked like you were about to pass out," he said as simply as ever. "Take it. It's good for you in the morning. Probiotics and all that."

"...Thanks," you mumbled as you took it. The cold plastic felt so nice in your hand, and you didn't realize how badly you needed it until now.

You poked the straw in and sipped as he stood beside you, like it was totally normal. "You ditched your booth?" you asked, side-eyeing him.

"They'll survive without me," he said. "Besides, they're doing the foam thing right now. I'm not trying to get soap in my eyes this early." 

"You mean you ditched your bros to stalk me?"

"I'm accompanying you," he corrected, pretending to sound offended. "Very different."

You shot him a look, but he only smiled and walked alongside you as you did your rounds. He didn't try to take over, didn't interrupt, just followed along—his hands in his pockets, his eyes darting between the booths and your checklist.

The assigned students was setting up a horror escape room, and someone from the art department was hanging huge photo booth banners and string lights. It actually looked kind of... magical. The warm colors, everything for fall. The music floating by.

You felt the excitement growing in your chest, but that familiar emptiness was also there—a quiet reminder that you didn't really have anyone to enjoy this with. Not really. Not like that. Most people didn't get too close to you. Some people were intimidated. Other people didn't bother.

You learned to manage. Ni-ki didn't seem to mind though. He wasn't talking much, but he matched your pace, sometimes handing his bottle of water to you without asking when he saw you squint from the sun. His presence was annoyingly... soothing. You hated how comfortable you were getting with it.  

At one point, he tilted his head toward the large LED board being wheeled toward the main stage. "You nervous for the speech?"

You shrugged. "It's just a welcome speech. I've done worse."

"You practicing earlier was kinda cute."

You turned your head sharply. "What?"

He lazily shrugged again, pretending he was too invested in some balloon arch being taped together across the walkway. "Just saying. You get all serious and focused when you take charge. It's adorable."

You stared at him.

He blinked at you like what?

You turned away quickly, sipping the rest of your yogurt drink. "You're annoying."

He grinned at the way your ears turned a little red."Can't be that annoying. You didn't brush me off this time."

After making sure every booth was set and all details were arranged, you quickly ran back to your dorm around 5 p.m., like the rest of your group. The buzzing sensation in your chest was starting to get harder to ignore. You took a quick shower to wash the day away and let the steam take away some tension from your tight muscles.

The shower also allowed you to take time with your skincare routine. You brushed out your hair, curling just the ends, incorporating your straight bangs to fall just right across your forehead. You picked out the little dress you had been planning since the day you decided to host this festival. It was cute, not too much. And it was enough that you would be noticed faster than the guys with their decorated crops.

You sprayed perfume gently behind your ears, the floral scent subtle but sweet. A few pieces of jewelry shimmered softly on your neck and wrists. One last look in the mirror... and you nodded to yourself.

By 6:30 p.m., you were back on the festival grounds.

Everything looked different under the setting sky. Lights had turned on—golden, pink, soft blue—casting a warm glow on students from both your campus and others who were already lining up at the entrance. The atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation.

You inhaled deeply and checked in with each of the club presidents over your phone and some brief verbal check—in rounds to make sure everyone was settled. You held the speech card with shaky fingers although you had said that speech hundreds of times. You weren't afraid of the crowd, you simply didn't want to screw this up. Not after all that work.

Then the clock hit 7. The festival officially started.

From the stage, you saw faces—so many faces—and just off to the side you could see Ni-ki in the crowd wearing a loose dark jacket and black tee, slightly damp from the foam, laughing at something Jake said as they finished adjusting the drink booth setup.

You swallowed your nerves and stepped up.

Your voice warmed through the field, steady but bright. You welcomed the guests, thanked everyone for coming, and opened the festival. You even got a cheer. When the MC mentioned the winning cake, your name was said—along with the tray. Students actually clapped when they tasted it. You stood at the side, cheeks warm, heart full, pretending not to look for a certain someone's reaction.

Later, you returned to your stand beaming as students were now piling up for pastries and treats. You handed out cake slices and mini croissants, complemented peoples costumes and hair in passing, softly chuckling when someone recognized the fruit tart from your submission. You carefully packed one into a box, waved goodbye to your club members now arriving to take the next shift, and just let your feet go where they always went these days.

Ni-ki's booth.

You noticed Jake first, then Jungwon, both were busy pouring drinks or were busy chatting it up with the students that slipped in and out of the foam pit. There was laughter and chaos, but it was a fun chaos, the type that endears you to the moment, making you feel and think this was something you would want to remember.

You avoided the foam, walking up to the drink section instead, and delicately placed the box of tarts on the counter. "My treat," you said softly, smiling.

Jake blinked. "Wait—really?"

"Seriously?" Sunghoon ventured as he looked over his shoulder. "Are you actually treating us now?"

"Just shut up and take it," you said lightly again, your eyes darting Ni-ki, who seemed to pause mid shake with the drink blender.  

They all exclaimed, "Thank you!" as they opened the box and saw the tart; their eyes widened as they cut into it with plastic forks and started to compete for the strawberries.

Ni-ki backed away from the counter and wiped his hands with a towel, heading straight for you and sliding into your space like it belonged to him. "Didn't think you'd actually come by," he said, his voice lower now, only meant for you.

"I said I'd roam freely," you said, "I just happened to look in here."

He raised an eyebrow. "While holding a box of fruit tart?"

You rolled your eyes, but a smile peeked through as you lightly leaned against the counter. He looked at you for a second—really looked. From your curled hair to the light shimmer on your cheekbones to the little details in your jewelry.

"You look..."he paused. Then leaned just a little closer. "Dangerously good."

You scoffed. "Are you working, or are you flirting?"

"Multitasking," he said plainly, giving you that infuriating soft smirk. "Wanna try one of our drinks? I'll make it special."

You raised an eyebrow. "Do you say this to every girl?"

"Is it bold of you to assume I have other girls?"

"Uh huh," you scoffed. "Wanna look at the line of girls behind me? I'm practically cutting the queue."

"Yeah, but they're obviously here to see the other guys," he chuckled as he nodded towards his friends.

You narrowed your eyes. You're not sure about that, as you caught sight of a girl by the foam pit sheepishly pointing to Ni-ki, and absolutely squealing to her friend. "I see one already squealing looking at you."

He just laughed, a low laugh, the kind of laugh that made something flutter in your chest—and walked away to grab you a drink. He didn't ask what you wanted. He just knew. A little sweet, a little refreshing—something cold and creamy to balance out the summer night heat. 

He handed it to you with a grin before casually slipping his arm around your shoulder like it was second nature. His fingers played with the end of your curled hair, making your stomach twist in ways you hated admitting. The guys behind the booth were already yelling things like "Whipped!" and "Get a room!" as Ni-ki waved them off, dragging you gently away from the foam party.

"Why are you leaving your friends?" you asked, sipping the drink—and wow, it was good.

He shrugged, leading you into the crowd. "The student council president needed some time to enjoy with a hot guy like me."

You glared at him. "Your ego is insufferable."

"You still haven't denied it," he teased, his thumb briefly brushing your shoulder as he adjusted his arm around you again.

You really tried not to get flustered. But the way his cologne wrapped around you like a second skin, woody and warm, and the way he just effortlessly steered you through the crowd like he belonged beside you, it was too much.

He led you right to the food district. The lights here were golden and warm, and the stalls were bursting with colors and scents. You let him lead you to a takoyaki stall, and you could see that his eyes were sparkling with excitement.

"Alright, this one is non-negotiable," he said. "You have to try this."

"Why?" you asked, letting him handle the ordering.

"Because I'm Japanese," he said with pride, "and I'm making it my mission to teach you all the things that are tasty."

You blinked, your lip curling. "So you're essentially flexing your culture onto me?"

"Damn right," he smirked. "You need to know what actual good food is."

You and him moved from booth to booth trying mochi, karaage, yakisoba—him explaining each dish with that stupid twinkle in his eye, the way he seemed to be sharing part of himself with you, and you paying way too much attention for someone who swore to not fall into his trap.

People noticed—of course they did. Your usual cold expression had softened, and Ni-ki, the boy known for charming every girl that breathed near him, hadn't flirted with anyone else the entire month. Not once. Just talked politely when someone approached, but his attention always snapped right back to you. Boys who usually tried to talk to you looked away, realizing they didn't stand a chance when Ni-ki was practically glued to your side.

You pretended not to care.

But your fingers brushed his when he handed you another skewer, and your heart jumped. Just a little.

Then, he turned to you again with a glint in his eye.

"Wanna try the horror escape room next?"

You froze. "Like... right now?"

His smirk widened. "You're not scared, are you?"

"No," you lied immediately.

You couldn't understand why you agreed to it—perhaps it was how his eyes lit up with mischief, or how smug he looked when he said, "Scared? You?"

But here you stood, at the door of a horror escape room, regretting your whole life. Ni-ki handed the entrance tickets to the usher in one hand, and took your hand with the other—and just like that, he was pulling you inside. His jacket was draped loosely over your shoulders—warm, slightly big, the sleeves covering your hands because the moment you'd shivered earlier, he had taken it off without a word, and draped it around you, and now you were holding onto it like it was a lifeline.

As the door creaked shut behind you, darkness covered the room and creepy music began to play, like a reverberating echo. You shrunk your pace, stepping cautiously. Ni-ki turned around and grasped your hand like it was something he was used to.

"Come on," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I'll lead."

And lead he did. You mostly let him guide you, letting your body follow his—walking just behind him, peeking out from his side, your fingers now clutching his bare arm since the jacket had already claimed you. His skin was warm, and the muscle beneath was hard, flexing slightly each time he moved.  

You almost jumped out of your skin when the first actor hopped out, wailing. You screamed. Very loudly. And you immediately threw yourself to Ni-ki's side, clutching his arm with both hands in a tight grip.

"You okay there?" he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. You nodded quickly, releasing him a little, but not much.

When there was finally a moment to breathe, he pointed with one of his long fingers to a dim hallway. "We should separate for the first part that's reasoned-"

"No." You started to shake your head so quickly you reminded him of a panicked puppy eyes wide, as if defiant to abandon him even the slightest.

He burst into quiet laughter, "You're like a scared little puppy." He chuckled, clearly enjoying his laughter at your expense. "Kinda cute though."

You scowled at him defiantly, but it probably looked like you were not even close to ready to cause any bodily harm to him being practically glued to his arm. He merely ruffled your hair with a smirk, and continued walking while you pressed against him the entire time.

Eventually, when you escaped, blinking into the hallway lights as you exited the room, you shoved him softly with your hand heel. "I am never doing that again. Ever."  

He laughed, full-bodied and proud. "You were clinging to me like I was your boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up," you muttered.

But the extra warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. You barely got a second to breathe before he pulled at your wrist, tugging you along. "C'mon."

"To where?"

"The photobooth," he said, smiling. "Duh."

The tiny booth was only about big enough for the two of you—warm and faded with the weight of the last couple, barely lit by peeking neon hearts that flickered with the camera sensor. As soon as you crossed the threshold, Ni-ki plopped down onto the seat and pulled you into his lap like you barely weighed anything.

You squealed in surprise. "Ni-ki!"

He laughed loudly and freely and it really sounded like he loved the sound of it. His hands barely rested on your waist steadying you. "Relax, it's just a chair, and you're sitting on me. I'm fine with that."

Not able to connect with any words, you huffed but stayed put. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, and the slight breeze of his breath on your neck from how close he was. And his hand had moved a little to play with the hem of the jacket he had draped over you.

The camera blinked.  

First photo: He reached up and squished your cheeks together, pulling the most dramatic heart-eyes face while your expression was frozen mid-annoyed-pout, lips squished and eyes wide in disbelief.

Second photo: He nudged you. "Flex your arms. C'mon."

"I don't have muscles," you muttered, but did a small awkward pose anyway.

Ni-ki laughed and put his arm behind you, flexing. The camera caught the ridiculous contrast between his sharp, defined muscle and your soft arm and the look of pure betrayal on your face.

"Wow," you muttered. "Thanks for embarrassing me in high def."

Third photo: you gave up and finally decided to just throw a peace sign with your lips twisted up into the faintest of smiles. Ni-ki did some random sign that didn't even look like anything—something between a thumbs up and finger guns—all while grinning like an idiot.

Fourth photo: You weren't prepared. You weren't even looking at the camera when you felt it—soft and sudden, a warm press of lips to your cheek. You turned your head sharply just as the flash went off, catching the exact moment that your eyes bulged open and mouth dropped in shock, a single hand reaching gingerly to your cheek in disbelief.

Ni-ki leaned back, victorious, completely unconcerned.

"You—! That's cheating!" you groaned, lightly slapping his chest.

He tilted his head, "You didn't say no."

After the photobooth, you were still in recovery mode from being surprised by that last photo—the press of his lips against your cheek, your heart still thumping. And as if all of that wasn't enough, Ni-ki went even a step further.

He pulled out his phone, and instantly inserted the strip of photos into the plastic case on the back, smoothing it down in pride. "There," he said proudly, holding it out towards you. "Now you do it."

You blinked. "No way."

"How come?" he smiled as he was reaching for your phone. "C'mon. Let's be matching."

"Ni-ki, it won't even—" you said, but he was already messing with your phone case. And even though it was clear that the case was not made for photos, he somehow manhandled the photo in there, bent in half and slightly crushed, until it was behind your phone just like his.

You looked at it trying to look annoyed. "You just ruined my aesthetic."

"I am your aesthetic," he smirked.

That was that, and together you walked back to the foam party. 

The scene had changed drastically—the field was alive with glowing lights, music thumping through the air, and foam cascading from the machines like snowy clouds. There were students everywhere now, splashing around, slipping and sliding like kids at a water park.

As soon as you entered the suds, Ni-ki didn't waste any time—he scooped a handful of bubbles and threw it directly at you.

You shrieked, stumbling back. "Ni-ki!"

Of course, your hands retaliated, flinging a palm of foam into his chest. It splattered across his shirt and him only laughed, shaking his head like a wet puppy, sending suds flying.

He leaned in close and used a finger to dab just a bit of foam to your nose. "Boop."

You wiped it off with a glare and then used your hand to pointlessly run it through his hair, making it appear he just survived a soap hurricane. His friends were somewhere to the side losing it over the two of you—hollering half-teasing comments like

"Get a room!" and "We totally lost him to the council president!" as you both rolled around on the ground, chucked, and begged bubbles to go his way. 

You were laughing so hard, you didn't even notice he was standing over you, still grinning, with foam sticking to his shirt. His chest was puffing a little bit as if he couldn't manage keeping up with his own grin, and then...

He leaned down.

Before you could react, Ni-ki took your face in his warm, slightly damp hands from all the foam. He leaned forward and kissed you before you even got the chance to blink.It wasn't rushed. It wasn't sloppy. But it was slow and deliberate, almost instinctual—like he couldn't help himself anymore.

Then, the ghost of his tongue ran across your bottom lip asking for entry, waiting. You froze. And then you let him in. The world melted away. The music, the foam, the teasing voices, all of it blurred until it was nothing and your lips moved against his. His hands stayed put, just holding you, almost afraid to let you go like you would disappear when he did.

He tasted like fruit punch and something sweet that you didn't know. Maybe it was just him.

Oh god, Ni-ki thought, heart racing as he kissed you deeper, the shy ones are always the boldest. He didn't even see the people watching or the foam that was still being thrown in the background. All that mattered was just you. 

But then you pulled away.

Not because you wanted to—but because reality struck you like a cold gust of wind. Your eyes were looking around. Public. You were in public. Your heart dropped. Your reputation.

What if you were just another girl? What if you were just a girl that he was messing around with like they said—like all the rumors suggested? You pulled back quickly, a shaky breath leaving your body, Ni-ki looked at you blinking, his expression changing—then reaching out and brushed your cheek for the foam residue.

You swallowed. Because maybe you weren't sure if you were just another girl. Or maybe you were starting to hope that you weren't.    

"Are you okay?" Ni-ki asked, voice softer than usual and assessingly scanning your face for any sign of sickness.

You slowly nodded yes, even though your heart was still pounding, and your lips still tingled from the kiss. The foam clung to your body like snowflakes, soaking into your clothes, coating your arms and bare legs.

You stood awkwardly, trying to brush it off when Jake tossed you a towel from the sidelines with a cheeky grin. "Here. You might wanna clean up before someone thinks you got into a war with a bubble machine."

You gave him a half-laugh before Ni-ki stepped closer, towel in hand, brushing the soap gently off your arms and shoulders. Then he crouched down, hands ghosting over your legs. "Sit," he said, glancing up at you with a small smile. "You'll slip."

You paused considerably, but finally sat on the wooden ledge of the booth, he looked so earnest, and you didn't want to disappoint. His fingers were soft as they wiped away the foam from your shins, just the tender kind of attention you would never have expected to come from a self-proclaimed playboy. His hoodie still draped your shoulders, still warm and slightly damp from you earlier, and your mind was racing.

And then he left—telling you he'd be right back. Just disappeared into the crowd.

You stared at the foam affect that covered the ground and your mind was racing. That kiss. Those eyes. His hands on your cheeks. His arms wrapped around you like you were some kind of trophy.

Sunghoon sat down beside you a moment later with Jake behind him and, then, Jungwon and Jay following. They were all smiling—like they'd just witnessed a rom-com scene play out in real time.

"What's with the serious face?" Sunghoon nudged your arm.

You hesitated. "...What if I'm just another girl to him?"

You could see their instant reactions. Jake snorted, "Oh please. You're the only girl on his mind right now."

"Yeah." Jungwon nodded. "You think he goes around making out with every girl in front of all of us?"

"He's been different. He barely smokes anymore, he keeps leaving parties early because you're not there... he doesn't even flirt around like he used to. It's weird." Jay leaned in, shaking his head with a grin.

"Weirdly wholesome," Jake chimed in.  

Before you could respond, Ni-ki reappeared—holding two cones of ice cream, one already melting a little. Tucked into one of them was a folded piece of paper and a small flower, slightly crumpled but clearly picked with intention.

He walked straight over to you, holding it out with a sheepish grin. "It's not fancy or anything. But..."

You took the paper cone and opened the note.

Will you be my girlfriend?

Straight to the point. Direct. Just like him.

Your breath caught in your throat. "Ni-ki..."

Jake leaned over next to you, speaking in a whisper like it was some deep secret, "When he goes after something he wants, he makes a move before anyone else does."

You smiled then—your heart flipped, your pulse racing—and looked up at Ni-ki. "Yes," you breathed.

The minute the word left your mouth, his hands were right back on your cheeks, thumbs moving across your skin like he didn't even think about it and he kissed you again. It was a softer kiss this time, but no less full of meaning. God, this was the first time you had ever been with someone like this—someone so openly affectionate, someone who made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. Like you weren't being seen, but rather... chosen.

He pulled back, smirking at you with eyes full of mischief. "You're in for a long ride, princess."

Then, without warning, his lips pressed against the corner of your jaw, trailing lower to the curve of your neck. Your breath hitched—completely caught off guard by how intimate he was being, especially with everyone watching.

But for some reason you did not give a fuck.

[satkru]

Could you write CakedUp!Male reader part 2? This time maybe past jujutsu students? (Those who were featured in hidden inventory; Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Nanami, etc)

*๑♡՞ . perverted characters (+ satoru, suguru, ireri) , anal sex , ass eating , unoblivious reader this time! , teasing , possible spoilers for those who havent watched s2 of jjk?? also tysm nonnie for submitting ur req!! i promise i wont do u dirty ,, also I'll probably do this kind of post again but w villain characters if theres a demand for it

SATORU GOJO — ౨ৎ

whenever satoru liked something, he would make it very clear. such as when he develops a new liking towards a sweet, he'll be a nonstop nagger about that certain candy. but on this occasion, his new liking included your ass.

satoru would always lick his lips when he was viewing distance of your ass, taking in every curve, every dip that seeped into your body, every jiggle that occurred when you would take the smallest of steps.

"my god suguru.. i need his fat ass bouncing on my-" geto, unfortunately, was the one who had to listen to gojo's horny thoughts snd every wants. "can you shut up and go ask to hook up or something" "but suguuuuu.. im scared he might reject me..!"

"yea i hope he does so at least you can shut up" suguru chuckled, gojo stared at his best friend with a very serious look on his face, "not funny asshole." the sound of loud music and people talking was the only things that could be heard inside the place.

satoru looked in every crevice and every corner to try to catch a glimpse of you. "suguru i dont think he ca-" and once again, he was cut off by geto's influence, "look over there, by utahime", gojo looked where suguru pointed out.

and there he was, his big booty god. talking to utahime along with a few other guys, "who are those losers next to my man.." satoru gritted his teeth, "dunno, but seriously, go ask him something or risk losing him to another man"

satoru whined a bit but eventually came around, his walk was sped up, wanting to be in y/n's presence as soon as possible. once he did make it to him, the two guys had already left for more drinks. "ahem, heyyyy y/n! crazy to see you here!" satoru said as he put on a fake shocked expression.

y/n turned his head to look at satoru, his sweet face making the tent inside gojo's pants grow. "oh my gosh hi satoru! i havent seen you in forever!" y/n hugged the tall male, stunning him.

"y-yeah.." satoru said, his voice wavering slightly. utahime scoffed at satoru's obvious likeness to y/n, "get your hands off my man you blue eyed bitch" the woman said with distain in her tone. "utaa.. dont be like that, cmon, maybe you can get more drinks for the both of us!"

utahime disliked the fact that her sworn enemy had a chance to be so close with her best friend, but eventually agreed after a couple bribes opposed by y/n. once the woman was out of view, y/n pulled satoru by the shoulder and brought his ear to his mouth.

"cmon gojo, lets go upstairs", such words made gojo's hard on grow inside his pants. "o-okay..! lead the way!" satoru tried his best to keep his footing correct, but the sheer thought of being in bed with the man he's lusted over since freshman year caused him to trip over his feet.

once the two made it up into a secluded room, y/n wasted no time getting into a sloppy makeout session right against the door he and gojo had just entered. "cmon gojo, i see the way you look at me" y/n said breathlessly as he then grabbed both of satoru's hands and brought them to his ass, helping him grope the large amount of mass of ass he had to offer.

gojo certainly thought that this couldnt be happening, everything had happened in a blink of an eye and now he was about to get down and dirty with the hottest guy in his grade. "holy shit.. youre ass is so soft..!" satoru kneaded the skin as if he were a baker, taking in how fat and juicy it looked.

"c'mon, lets get in the bed" y/n giggled as he grabbed gojo's collar once more and pushed him onto the bed. Satoru's head began spinning with how hard he was, he couldnt take the amount of teasing y/n was inflicting onto him. y/n knew this and decided he would help out the man by releasing a bit of that tension built up in his pants.

slowly but surely, y/n carefully and skillfully pulled out satoru's cock from his pants, caring for the thing as if it were a delicate piece of glass. "you're quite hung satoru" y/n purred as he eyed the massive dick in his hands before licking the tip. teasing it and spreading gojo's precum through his mouth.

satoru's head flew back, a mix of emotions quickly running through his body, causing him to twitch and leave his mouth open enough to where drool seeped out and down his cheek. seeing such a sweet reaction from gojo prompted y/n to take his shaft deeper into his mouth, ripping a loud groan from satoru.

"g-god! im not sure if i can handle this much longer..!" gojo stifled through his words, pleasure building up in his abdomen, ready to escape through the tip of his cock. y/n left satoru's cock with a slight pop, "dont disappoint me, babe"

a whimper left gojo's mouth, the word "babe" was sending him into another galaxy but he knew he had to keep himself from giving in too quickly. y/n got up and turned around to shuffle his own pants down, his ass slightly bouncing every time the fabric was shuffled down his rear. satoru was hypnotized by the sight of y/n's bare ass right in front of him, the gelatinous piece of meat spoke to him in a sweet tune.

y/n smirked at the sight of the dazed gojo, who thought the man who was handling the six eyes was such a fool for a big ass? and with that, y/n plunged himself down towards satoru's cock, causing him to let out a surprised moan. "y-youre so tight!" gojo said with utter shock, "i was waiting for you to make a move" y/n said, his tone drenched in lust.

satoru grabbed onto the hips of y/n and began to let out all of the tension built up inside him, all of the times he had jerked off to the thought of y/n bouncing on top of him made satoru drool more than he was before. "c-come on gojo! show a man what you are truly capable of doing!" y/n cheered on gojo, wanting more of his fat cock rearranging his insides.

satoru groaned louder, his climaxing catching up to him sooner than what he wanted it to be. but he continued to plow through y/n's insides as if they were a mere fleshlight. gojo's eyes rolled back in pure bliss, the feeling of skin on skin making him want to cum deep inside his dear y/n.

"can i cum inside you?!" satoru asked with urgency, he knew his climax was near but he still wanted the reassurance that he could release inside y/n. "d-do whatever you want..! just fuck me harder!!" such a lewd sentence through gojo over his metaphoric edge, he wanted to be the best moment of y/n's night and if no one was going to give it to him, he would.

gojo's hips thrusted on their own, slapping against y/n's fat ass causing ripples to shoot throughout the delicate piece of meat. y/n's moans grew louder and his walls began to tighten around satoru's cock, then, a sharp feeling of relief and bliss shot through the two, causing them to tense up and release their loads.

best night of satoru's life.

GETO SUGURU — ౨ৎ

geto and y/n had been dating since their junior year and had just recently reached their senior year. the two were known for being the sweetest and cutest couple around school, but some people didn't like the scent of success coming from the two. although he wasnt envious or jealous of the two, gojo liked stepping in the way of things. making his face well known between the two.

for instance, while walking side by side in the outskirts of the school, both geto and y/n were having a peaceful and quiet moment, embracing each other with their presence. but the moment of silence was soon broken by the sound of gojo's hand slapping y/n's ass, "hey sweet cheeks" the blue eyes freak boy purred. "gojo! what the heck is wrong with you!" y/n hissed as he soothed his reddened ass cheek with a few strokes of his hand. "c'mon n/n dont be dramatic! its not like i slapped the silicon out your ass"

"my ass isnt a fucking bbl asshole!!" y/n retorted back, offended by comment gojo had made. geto scoffed and rolled his eyes, "seriously satoru? cant you see were having a quiet afternoon..", "dont be like that suguruuuu! you guys know you cant be serious while your in the amazing presence of the awesome and powerful satoru gojo, welder of the six eyes cursed technique!" with that, satoru began to playfully flex his muscles and do silly poses to make his toughness known to the two.

"yeah, more like the welder of no common sense, go back to messing with utahime or something" y/n said with a hint of distain in his voice, "n/nnnn!! dont be so mean to me!" gojo cried as if he were a toddler, falling dramatically to his knees and hugging y/n by his legs. unbeknownst to the two sane men who were trying to keep their cool while the most annoying in-training sorcerer bothered them, gojo was slowly gliding his hand up y/n's thigh and grabbing a handful of his ass. earning a surprised yelp from the man.

"gojo! seriously stop groping me like im one of your stupid girlfriends!" y/n whined as he tried to pry gojo's hand off of his ass, but he wouldnt budge. "satoru, let go of y/n. now" suguru's voice had deepened the last time he talked, making his certainty known to the otherwise dense satoru. gojo slowly let go of y/n and began to rise from where he was originally sitting. "yes sir.." satoru replied as he bowed his head. "i was messing with you dumbass" "hey! i am no such thing!!".

the two went on a yapping session before eventually gojo had to leave for a mission. leaving the two alone and in silence once again, geto grabbed y/n's hand and darted to his dorm, wasting not a second and quickly closing his door and locking it. "suguru? is everything okay? this is really-" y/n was cut off by a shaky kiss from geto. "fuck, just get on the bed and take your clothes off already".

y/n's face grew bright red, such a straight and forward command from geto wasnt out of the ordinary but such a lewd command was very much not like him. y/n shuffled his way to suguru's bed, taking off his uniform and undergarments. "we only have 10 minutes left of free time, i'll make this quick" suguru said breathlessly, his actions were filled with urgency. "suguru, seriously, whats up with you?" y/n asked as he lied himself down on geto's bed. geto took a deep breath in and sighed heavily.

"the way satoru acted towards you.. god, it pissed me off so bad" suguru admitted, his face flushed red from embarrassment. y/n's confused and concerned face contorted into one of smugness, "is that so?" he asked, geto grimaced and nodded his head. "hm, then we can show that blue eyed asshole who really owns this ass" y/n grinned as he raised his ass in the air, tossing the weight of his rear on each legs, causing ripples to spread across his ass.

the boner in suguru's pants grew harder, twitching, wanting to be freed from its confinements. "get your phone out and start recording would ya?" y/n asked as he wobbled his ass in front of suguru, as if he were the bait and geto was the fish. geto hurriedly took his phone out of his pants and ripped open a condom from his drawer, wasting no time to slip it on.

positioning himself behind the desirable piece of ass, geto slowly entered himself into his boyfriend's tight hole. soft curses and breathy groans left his mouth as he continued to slip the rest of his boner inside of y/n, who was moaning his ass off as suguru slowly put his hard cock inside him. once the grueling task of putting suguru's cock in was done, geto couldnt wait any longer and began to thrust harder than he had before.

such a harsh action took y/n by surprise and he couldnt help but tighten more around geto's cock, causing him to let out more audible groans. suguru grabbed y/n's hips to gain a more steady rhythm, his phone on one hand, "god youre sucking me in so nice y/n.." geto moaned out as he slowly began to feel his climax reaching to him.

"y-your phone suguru..! dont cum inside me until you get a good video to send to that asshole!" y/n yelled as drool seeped down from his mouth, geto nodded vigorously as he let go of y/n's hip and flipped his phone, steading his shakey hand and began to record the plowing.

both parties were obviously on the verge of cumming their brains out, and doing it on tape didn't sound like a bad idea. y/n dove his head into the pillow as he moaned loudly, his cock spurting out cum like it was his first time ejaculating. geto wasnt too far behind, as a few more plaps and his load was inside y/n's guts.

the two breathed heavily, the room was filled with steam and the scent of sex. the quick sound of a click made it clear that geto was done with his recording and sent it off to that smug son of a bitch gojo. "you being jealous was pretty hot" y/n said inbetween breaths, "shut your mouth already" geto replied with a slight chuckle. maybe having gojo around wasnt as bad as he thought.

shoko ieiri — ♡

having shoko has a smoker buddy was as great as you could imagine. she wasnt stingy with her cigars, nor was she overprotective about her lighter as others would be. plus, who wouldnt like a hot brunette who gives you free head all day and all night?

the night was still young and the smell of smoke was all the two exchanged. "chill night ay?" y/n spoke with a draw of smoke from his mouth, "surprisingly so" shoko replied. both of her roommates were gone for the night, something about a huge party but shoko wasnt as excited as they were about it so she decided against leaving her dorm.

"shouldnt you be worried about your roommates chewing your head off about you smoking in the room?" y/n asked with a hint of fake sympathy for both of shoko's friends who were obvious non-smokers. "youre doing the same thing dickhead" she spoke with a chuckle, "yea but im near the window so my smoking doesnt count". shoko raised a brow as she looked at y/n, "is that so?"

ieiri hopped off her bed and walked slowly towards the boy near the window, taking his cigarette and swapping it with hers. "ew, did you even wash your teeth before this" y/n asked, recoiling in his stance before he drew a swig from the cigar in his mouth. "does it matter? you still would've used it even if i didnt" shoko rolled her eyes, faking her annoyance of y/n.

"maybe i wouldve, but its still gross" y/n couldnt help but gaze slightly at shoko's parted lips, they were more plump than usual and had more shine than he usually saw on them. sure he's felt them on his own but something about the lighting of the dorm mixed with the darkness of the outside made them stand out more. "has anyone told you that you had pretty lips?" shoko hummed in confusion as he took in the question.

"nope" the brunette replied, her gaze not moving from the wilderness outside of the window. y/n grabbed shoko's chin and gently pulled her to face him, he took out his cigar and took out her's as well. y/n looked into shoko's eyes, mesmerized by the doe look in them. slowly, he pulled her in and locked lips.

something the kiss they were sharing felt different than the others, strings were being attached but at a slow enough pace to where they both couldnt notice. the slight swap of their saliva made the kiss more hungry, almost reaching the point of desperation for one another. shoko quickly pulled away before falling down onto her knees and pulling down y/n's pants.

luckily for her, y/n was feeling lazy that night and didnt feel like putting on underwear. shoko's hands quickly grasped the mountains of ass behind y/n, "fuck, ive never been able to tell you how much i love this ass" with a quick slap and a slight yelp from y/n, shoko dove head first into y/n's cock, licking the bulging veins she felt touching the walls of her mouth.

as she sucked, her hands kneaded y/n's ass, watching her fingers sink and then rise as she placed and released pressure. y/n grabbed shoko's hair and pulled her closer, to the point where her nose made contact with his pelvis. "fuck, just like that ieiri, just like that" breathy praises leaked out of the man's mouth, not being able to contain his voice with the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

shoko didnt mind the sudden pull by y/n, in fact, she enjoyed it. being able to grab more meat from y/n's beautiful, jiggly ass. she had dreams about her face being the seat that carried y/n's butt off the floor, even having lewd fantasies when she was on the verge of sleep in yaga's class.

"im gonna cum..!" y/n said with lust laced in his tone, his hand's glided down shoko's back, angling him to shove more meat down the girl's throat. finally, after a couple more seconds of the sound of gurgling from shoko, y/n's abdomen popped, letting out thick ropes of semen down the brunettes's throat.

ieiri quickly pushed herself off of y/n, wiping some cum off of her mouth before standing up again. "lay on my bed" she commanded, "oh? are you gonna ride me this time?" y/n cooed, drool dripping from his mouth from the lewd thought. "what? no im gonna eat your ass" shoko said with all seriousness in her tone, y/n's face dropped and was replaced with an expression of pure terror.

"what?! thats a terrible idea!!!" y/n yelled, his masculinity was on the line and it was seriously affecting him mentally. "is it? you havent even tried to have your ass eaten" shoko tch'd, annoyed she was going to have to put her fantasies to the side, "youre seriously crazy if you think im going to let you do that!".

ieiri sighed deeply, "i sucked your dick for free at least let me do this with that precious piece of ass behind you" y/n's face grew red, the simple mention of his more than average sized ass was an insecurity of his of sorts, mostly due to him being teased by many others for it and being the victim of gropings by his friends made him want an ass reduction.

y/n's eyes shifted from side to side, his mind deep into thought. "fine.. but just this once..!" he said, his voice unsteady and filled with embarrassment. shoko giggled, "sounds good to me!" she said giddily. y/n shuffled towards the bed, embarrassment plastered across his entire face as he laid down with his ass up and his head in shoko's pillow.

a pretty sight for ieiri indeed, nothing was going to get inbetween her love for her fwb's ass. she quickly dove into the bed and placed her hands on y/n's ass, spreading the two mounds of meat apart. for a man who didnt like his ass much, his hole was certainly spotless and cleanly shaven. "how pretty" shoko said in a teasing tone, y/n just shoved his head deeper into her pillow and grumbled in response to the girl's tease.

shoko chuckled lightly before shifting her attention back to the hole in front of her. slowly leaning in, her tongue lapped at the entrance, dancing around the rim with such expertise. her tongue slowly punctured the opening, causing y/n to gasp into the pillow hiding his face. shoko's tongue traveled deeper into y/n's hole, his tightness felt so good on her muscle it made herself more wet. ieiri moved her hands off of y/n's ass and trailed to his thighs, making her more able to pull his body towards her.

shoko then started to thrust her tongue in and out of y/n's ass, causing the male to let out soft and broken moans, most likely caused by him wanting to keep his voice down to not alert anyone outside the room. however, shoko didnt care about his noise, all she cared about at that time was opening up y/n's tight hole. she precisely licked every wall she could and shoved her head deeper within the crevice of y/n's ass.

"fuck, how are you so good at this" y/n shakily asked, his cock dripping precum onto shoko's sheets. shoko just hummed, the vibration from the hum traveled from her vocals to her tongue, causing a slight but distinct sensation inside of y/n, like a vibrator on its lowest setting. y/n groaned, pre was increasing in its drip rate and the lewdness from the experience was getting to him.

shoko noticed y/n's faint twitches, and wanting to get more reactions out of him, she guided her hand down towards his begging cock. the sudden warmness from shoko's hand causes y/n to yelp, almost like a girl as most would say. slowly, shoko stroked the aching cock in her hand, causing y/n's groans to increase in volume.

"faster shoko.." he begged, his dignity was already out the window the moment he agreed to this so whats the harm in a little begging? shoko heeded his request and began to speed up her pace, along with the pace her tongue was thrusting at. y/n's groans turned into loud and desperate moans, he was loving the feeling of shoko's face deep in his ass and was falling in love with the sensation of her tongue digging him out.

"keep going shoko! fuck you're making me feel so good" y/n cried out, he felt how slick shoko's hand was getting from all his pre and it was turning him on so hard. ieiri dug deeper inside y/n and increased her stroking pace, leaving y/n breathless and a moaning mess. "there shoko! holy shit im so close" shoko continued to tongue-fuck y/n's hole, the feeling was unreal and all of this was turning her on to the maximum.

y/n's voice hitched as he finally reached his breaking point, cum gushed out of his tip and drool seeped out of his mouth, dripping onto shoko's pillow. "mm, you tasted pretty good" shoko added, swiping off her drool from her lips and chin. y/n just laid there, embarrassed out of his mind and tongue fucked into oblivion.

"oh shokooo! we brought you—" the white haired male's eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him, "holy shit" another called out from behind him. y/n quickly turned his gaze to them, "g-get out!!" he retorted, his pride shattered into a million pieces. the room was filled with silence. "do you have room for one more..?" "two more actually?"

[slutforpringles]

Hunter Lawrence and Jase McAlpine discussing Daniel's progress jumping on a dirtbike and how he's built a lot of new larger jumps at his farm in Perth

HL: But, dude, how far has Daniel progressed on a pit bike? Did you see the latest jumps he's built? JA: They're massive. He was inspired by Axel's. You know the coolest part too? So we, it's so funny, we were just riding some mountain bike trails at home, a couple of big jumps. And he's starting to do the bigger jumps. So then we get out to Axel's and we both are riding around and I'm like, this can't be the pit bike track, these jumps are fucking huge, like there's no way. Both of us were just like we're not gonna jump any of these jumps and I'm not, I don't really care. I don't want anything to do with it, I'm not doing it. But Danny, for his own reasons wants to do it - and it's not because of peer pressure and it's not because of any of that. But I kind of figured it out; he's had to spend the last 10 - 15 years of his life saying no and saying if I wasn't a Formula One driver I would do it, but in the back of his head he's like fuck, would I do it? So you literally see him and he's going through the battle with himself. There was one jump, did you see the jump he did at Axel's? Bro, I was not doing it and even he's like, are you even looking at this? I'm like, nope, not interested. And he stood on the, he was on the roll in and I'm said look bud, you've thought about it for a while, if I'm looking at a jump for this long, I'm not doing it. He's like, I'm doing it. I'm doing it. And it's just cool that he's proven to himself that all of the years of him saying I would do it if. And that's actually fucking cool, like that's a very genuinely cool reason to want to push yourself, there's no vanities not trying to be cool for anyone. It's like no I need to prove to myself that I actually can be the dude that I said I was gonna be for 15 years. HL: I remember the end of 2021, we were riding at one of his mate's places up in north of LA. And we were on the kids track, and I mean like kids track, like tabletop from here to here - tiny. And he was jumping, I don't think it was the first time he was jumping, but you know, he looked how a beginner looks and he was stoked on like a foot of air. He was like, dude, this is crazy and he'd jump and be like, boner air, stiff like just flying fish, you know? And now he's like hitting, dude, the stuff he's built back at the farm. I would be like, I've never really done much on a pit bike, and I'd be like, yeah I'll follow you over it, let me see you hit it a few times and okay. But nah, hats off to him. Stud. JA: Yeah, he's sending it. And it's only gonna, like his place is only gonna get bigger and bigger. HL: He's gonna be riding Axel's place next year. Two years from now, he'll be on a big bike maybe. JA: That's the next step, getting him on the big bikes. HL: Yeah, I did say to him the other day like I think he would get a bit better on a big bike because I feel like riding a pit bike is tough. It's a completely different style to a bigger bike, I think. It's easier on a big bike. JA: It's just his mentality though. Like it was very cool to see someone like, cause there's so many reasons you can do things, you know, but to see someone like it was just a good lesson in doing something for the right reason. And he's, I've said it a bunch of times, I mean, I'll just glaze him again, but it's just like, he's, and you could speak to this as well. There's a guy that's done everything. He's won the fucking Monaco Grand Prix. The top of the top of the top in sport. He's crazy famous. He's got literally millions and millions of dollars. The world is... He won. He won the game of life. And he is the fucking nicest, most humble and best person and like a good friend to the people that he's friends with. And it's such a lesson in humility. And it's a lesson that no matter what you do, no matter how far you get, no matter how great the world thinks you are, that is the level that a person should carry themselves.

via: Gypsy Tales Podcast | The Hunter Lawrence Story: Leading His Family to One of the Greatest Runs in Motocross History

[seen-the-stars]

For your prompts post: 1, bucktommy, injured on a call

hi hello! since the prompt list is for chronic pain i decided to throw in some migraine tommy, i hope that's alright with you :> 1. "Alright, I will be your nurse today, if you like it or not."

The injury is, Tommy swears, not as bad as it looks; and yet Buck can see him grimacing in pain as he tries to listen to the doctor talk about what kind of painkillers he's supposed to take and when.

Buck makes sure to note everything down regardless, because he's seen this expression on Tommy before.

When he'd gotten the call, his heart had dropped to his knees for a solid minute, ears ringing with the knowledge that Tommy was hurt too much to actually understand what was being said to him—staircase giving out, a broken ankle, some cuts and bruises. Not the end of the world as much as simply an incredibly annoying thing to happen.

Now, as he sits next to Tommy on the bed he'd been lying in for the last couple of hours, he can't help but think that there's something else going on that Tommy isn't saying.

When the doctor asks them if they have any questions, Tommy shakes his head, but Buck opens his moouth before Tommy has the opportunity to stop him. "Would he be able to take triptanes? Hypothetically."

The doctor raises an eyebrow at him but nods her head. "Hypothetically there would be no problem with that," she says, and then doesn't ask any more questions, which Buck is extremely grateful for.

Tommy shoots him a look somewhere between grateful and annoyed, and that's when Buck knows he's right on the money. The doctor says her goodbyes, and after a few more rounds of signing paperwork they're out of the hospital and in Buck's jeep.

Buck helps Tommy into the passenger's seat even though Tommy swears he can do it by himself, and then he turns off the radio when it springs to life withthe ignition. Tommy rests his head against the headrest and mumbles a quite "thank you" before he closes his eyes, and Buck takes his hand and kisses it in answer.

The drive home is quiet and longer than it has to be because of course there's traffic, and Buck winces in sympathy every times someone honks in their vicinity.

"They're not gonna go any faster because you're honking your horn, fuckin' idiot," Tommy murmurs, slightly slurring his voice. It's adorable. Tommy loses all filter when he gets like this, and as much as it sucks for him, Buck loves this version of him just as much as all of the others.

When they're finally home, the sun is setting. Buck wraps an arm around Tommy's waist as they make their way to their front door; and after he unlocks it, he leads his boyfriend straight to their bed, props up the pillows for him, and draws the blinds closed.

Tommy makes a weak sound of protest, saying, "You don't have to do all of that, 's fine." Buck kisses him on the forehead.

"No, no, I'm going to be your nurse today. Whether you like it or not. Try to relax for me, babe, I'll be right back with your meds." He kisses him on the top of his head too, for good measure, before he sets out to get Tommy a big glass of water as well as his meds. When he's back, Tommy is already half dozing.

"Okay'," he says, careful to keep his voice low, "Take these. I'll get you out of your clothes so you can settle, okay?" Tommy grumbles, but he nods and takes the water and meds from him.

He kneels down to where Tommy's good foot rests against the floor and carefully rids him of his remaining shoe and sock, before maneuvering this leg to join the other one on the bed. Then, he takes off the loose pair of sweatpants he'd brought to the hospital, careful not to jostle the ankle too much. When he's done, he kisses the knee with the bad ankle, and looks up to see Tommy smiling at him, which makes it all worth it.

"What do you think about soup?" Buck asks, still kneeling next to the bed.

"Later, nurse Buckley," Tommy jokes, which is a good sign, "Come hold me for a bit?"

And, well, who is Buck to refuse that?

[pain prompts]

[longingforrotkehlchen]

Since our lovely friend @kavohh707 has asked, I'll try to explain what the situation was, since it's a bit complex in principle.

I was enjoying my birding business as usual when I arrived at the pond, and a senior gentleman approached me and asked me if I knew which bird that was while pointing at a girl sitting with her boyfriend - and there I saw she was holding a tiny little grebe baby. (!)

I was really amazed and I asked what happened. They told me it was on the shore all alone, and that attempts to return it to the water resulted in the coots pecking at it (they have babies too). In that little map you can make out what the situation looked like. We were at the X.

So I just assessed the situation. I saw the little grebe adult already as I was coming from the path, but they dive and disappear quite easily. I realised the chick was really tiny and barely mobile, and that it must have just hatched – the first to do so clearly. And what must have happened is that somehow it got separated from the parent, got too close to the coots, got attacked, had to flee, and the parent must have lost sight. And once birds lose sight and earshot of their babies, they stop existing for them. Also, a little grebe is not going to get to the shore.

Anyway, I tried to locate the adult with the baby, but the parent was just foraging in the middle of the pond, minding its own business. It was impossible to get closer to it, and leaving the chick in the water so far away was very tricky – I was very sceptical a reunion could happen without other beasts interfering first.

I told the girl that in these situations, you can try to contact the local wildlife rescue, but that I wouldn't hold much hope given my past experiences with them. She did it anyway, and they hung up as she was explaining the reason for her call. Then she called the emergency number, and the dispatcher politely told her she should call the wildlife rescue service. I'll reserve further comments about how there's virtually no help for these cases in such a big city.

Given there were no other options, I had to try to access the fenced side of the pond, which is protected because that's where the birds build their nests (luckily the cygnets hatched a couple of weeks ago). I was hopeful that I could locate the nest, or at least an adult nearby.

The boy gave me impulse to climb the fence and of course I had to get all scratched with the barbed wire, but it was just superficial. At least I was able to land fine. They handed me the chick again and I tried to find the nest where the other adult must have been incubating, but it was impossible. I could hear the little grebe occasionally calling and got a glimpse of it, but still far – obviously they weren't going to approach me.

Finally, I realised all I could do was leave the chick there and hope for the best. As I thought of this, a crow perched over my head and I thought "of *** course", but it then left as my human presence was undesirable.

I laid the chick in the water, but it swam back and tried to climb to the shore in vain, so I put it on the shore, in the area under the trees, and left. It was so vulnerable and I was really not very optimistic.

Then I managed to climb back, the couple left, and I had to go too, but before I was gone, like not even 5 minutes later, I could see the chick climbing on the adult's back and my joy was so big that I had to run to tell the gentleman. Then both could be seen swimming together and it just seemed so simple, yet when I was holding that chick, I had barely any hope for it – I've had too many bad experiences, but now I've come to realise good things can happen too.

So yeah, once you see it in hindsight, it wasn't that difficult (apart from the trespassing). I'm so glad these youngsters rescued the chick and that it can have a second chance. Such a big coincidence, because that baby would have been easy prey for a crow without intervention.

Hopefully it does well in the future.

tl;dr: Some youngfolks found the chick on the shore and didn't know what to do, so I climbed up a fence to access the area where the adult was swimming and they got reunited.

Bird Log #051

Today birding was worth it because…

...We managed to save the babiest little grebe hatchling.

[bewitched-hours]

I'M BACK WOTH ANOTHER ELLIOT REQUEST!! I literally cannot get enough of your writing, it's so inspiring and captivating I can't help but kick my feet and giggle. Anyways, how about some Elliot x GN!Reader where Elliot comes home from a stressful day of work and to help him feel better, Reader cuddles him and gives him kisses? (I'm a sucker for physical affection). Please take your time and don'tfeel pressured to write it! (Also a good song recommendation that makes me think of Elliot is Boyfriend by Hot Freaks so give it a listen if you can hehe) - Lume

Lume you are a goddamn genius, I'm in love with this band now- And I'm a sucker for physical affection too(touch starved mf right here) so you best believe I'll be putting my heart into this one!

As requested, reader's pronouns are they/them!

You and Elliot had been living together for almost 4 months now.

You'd met way back when you worked together because you were just trying to get out of your parents' place.

Not that you had a bad relationship with your family but you felt guilty about living with them without at least a job.

It took 5 months for you two to fall in love. But you made sure to wait for the 'honeymoon phase' to be over before you suggested moving in together.

And it was the best choice Elliot could've made.

You brought peace to his chaos, even when you changed jobs to something that spoke more to your hobbies but paid almost triple with only night shifts. He didn't fault you for jumping at the opportunity.

And now? You were happily playing the 'house spouse' and have a routine of getting home, waking up Elliot for his work and having breakfast with him before he disappears for the day and you get to sleep.

Usually, you had made it a habit to wake up at least an hour before he was set to come home and getting things ready for him to get comfortable after the stress of working at a pizza place.

It was bliss. It was a life you two built together and enjoyed more than anything.

Even your families loved each other and family gatherings would always include both families betting on how long it'd take for either of you to propose. You'd always play into it while Elliot tried to shut you up with a cute and flustered look on him.

And tonight was another night evening.

Elliot came home early for once, almost immediately ranting about 007n7 and c00lkidd while you quickly finished up dinner and quietly rushed to hug him.

That was usually already enough to help him feel better.

You were his peace. His lover. His bliss.

Sometimes he wondered how he got so lucky with you. Little did he know you were dead set on making that last forever.

As you both hugged and kissed each other both gently and passionately, you subtly led him to the kitchen and perhaps you were acting a little too cheery~

"You have a surprise for me, don't you?" He giggled, seeing your cute but shocked face as you knew you were busted.

You hesitated and just told him to eat as you sat down. "It's in the bedroom but I wanted to save it for later because I got a couple days off..." You sheepishly admitted, soon realizing the adoring gaze Elliot gave you. God, it still gave you butterflies to see him look at you so lovingly...

When you were both done, he offered to do the dishes and you took the time to set up the bedroom with a romantic display.

When he walked in, his face was flushed immediately upon seeing you lying in bed and giving him your most un-serious flirtatious look. He almost couldn't stop laughing and it only made you laugh along.

You knew this was a horrible setup usually but for Elliot and you it was perfect.

As dramatically as you could, you rushed to his side and began asking him what was wrong in an over-the-top tone. But soon he began to notice you were calling him your 'husband' and the surprise made it easier to calm down.

That's when you shocked him with a small box and a ring inside.

"Elliot... I know this might be a little soon but I really do mean it when I say I can't see a future without you..." You'd tell him with the softest of voices. "I don't want anything expensive or elaborate. I just want to be able to call you my husband and it being the truth... Will you marry me?"

He was stunned into silence, only to start chuckling which got you confused.

Until... He pulled a ring box of his own out of his pocket.

"I guess we had the same idea... I even took off the next couple of days for this." He'd return your softness and you both quickly slipped the rings on each other's fingers before falling into each other's arms and kissing passionately like there was no tomorrow.

Tonight... You two were more than each other's bliss and peace...

You were each other's everything...

Kicking my feet over my own writing all casually over here-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[enha-roza]

PERIOD CRAMP SIMULATOR

Enhypen x 8thmember!oc & 9thmember!oc

Synopsis : Roza and Sooyoung force the Enhypen boys to try a Period Cramp Simulator.

wc : 1.1k

The members were playing around with some electric muscle stimulators on live when Roza got a good idea. “You guys should put these on your stomach and see who can handle them the best!” she shouted, sounding thrilled at this idea.

All seven boys' faces dropped and real fear set in. “No way am I doing that!” Jake protested. “Why, me and Unnie go through it all the time. You will be fine.” Sooyoung begged. “Are you sure? You guys always are scrunched over in pain.” Heeseung said, looking more and more pale at the thought. “If you love us, you'll do it.” Roza eyed. And within minutes Heeseung and Jungwon hooked up.

“Okay level 1.” Roza said as she turned up the dial. “Woah.” Jungwon whispered. “Yeah I can feel it… ughhh” Heeseung groaned. “This is only level 1, why are you groaning?” Roza said as she then turned it up to level 2, then 3, then level 4. “Level 4.” she smiled sneakily at Sooyoung.

“LEVEL 4!” “WHAT!” both boys exclaimed at the sudden change of plans to go level by level. “Oww shi- ummm…” Heeseung quickly said to avoid swearing on live. “Okay higher?” Roza questioned. “No, I can't. It hurts too bad.” Jungwon said taking the muscle stimulator off. Roza watched as Heeseung tried to bear the pain. “One more..” Roza complied, turning the dial up one more level. “Level 5.”

All of them watched as Heeseung tried his hardest to bear the pain. “I'm impressed.” Sooyoung whispered. “One more?” Roza’s hands reaching for the dial. Heeseung reached out, stopping her from turning it higher. “No, I'm done.” He quickly removed the pads from his abdomen.

“Who's next?” Sooyoung said with a slight sinister smile on her face. “Sunoo and Jay!” Niki shouted and watched as the poor boys got connected to the simulators. “This time I promise I'll go easy.” Roza said. “Why didn't you do that with us?” Jungwon pouted. “Because I knew you could handle it, Wonie.” she patted his head returning to face her two victims.

“Okay ready, level 1” The two girls watched as Jay and Sunoo’s faces contorted slightly. “It kinda tickles…” Jay said but soon regretted his words as Roza turned it up. “Level 2.” “Okay now it hurts.” Sunoo tried his best to meditate and not focus on the pain. “Sunoo’s doing good.” Jake said, watching as Jay was less calm and collected.

“Level 3.” Roza laughed as Jay bent over in pain. “How is this level three…” he groaned. Sunoo’s meditation was working less and less as the levels went on. “Level 6… wow they're doing pretty good.” Roza half laughed at Jay's bright red face and Sunoo’s pained expression was evident. “Okay i'm done!” Jay yelled as he fell to the floor. “Me too.” Sunoo said as Roza turned the machine off. “Hey, you did better than Hee and Jungwon.” Sooyoung Said. “Take that!” Jay said in Heeseung's face. “Yeah, whatever…” Heeseung laughed.

“Okay Jake and Niki’s turn.” Sooyoung said, grabbing the dial from Roza. “what no, i don't trust you..” Jake said half in fear for his life. “Why, I'll do it normally, I promise.” her pinky stuck out. “That's the first time ive heard you say that ever.” Niki eyed. “No, I promise really…” “fine.” Niki laughed as they got connected to the simulator. “Level 1.” Niki’s eyes bulged out of his head. “This is level 1, what the fu-” Roza quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, aware of Niki’s tendency to let swear words slip. “Watch it.” “sorry…” Jake laughed at him which only made it hurt more. “Oww…” “next level.” Sooyoung cheered a little too happy at the boy's pain.

“This thing is too powerful.” Jake cried in pain, hunching over like Jay did. “How are you supposed to get to level ten?” Niki sighed. The next couple of levels were a blur, Jake dropped out at level 4 and Niki was going on, determined to beat Jay and Sunoo.

“Level 6” Sooyoung turned it up once more and watched Niki's eyebrows scrunched together. “Ahhhh, how do girls do this every month?” “because we are goddess’” Sooyoung jokes. “Ready for the next level?” Roza asked. “Sure…” Niki said, voice wobbly.

“Level 7” Sooyoung said as Niki’s sweat dripped down his chin. “Ah shit-” he slipped out of his mouth before anyone could stop him. Heeseung slapped him on the arm. “Yah!” “don't hit me, I'm fragile…” Niki begged as he too fell to the floor like Jay. “okay i'm done i can't do this any longer.” he ripped the muscle stimulator off. “I'm free!” He shouted, rubbing his hands over his abdomen. The members burst out laughing, never having seen Niki like this.

“Sunghoon…” Roza smirked as she eyed him. “I'm gonna beat Niki.” He said, letting his competitive nature take over. “Okay i'll do it at the same time.” Roza challenged. “See how good you truly are.”

Both got the electric pads put on and sat ready for level one. “Ready?” Both nodded and the shocks came quickly. “Woahhh.” Sunghood said, hand reaching out and gripping Roza’s. “Owww” Roza squealed not from the machine but from Sunghoon’s tight grip. “Next level.” Sooyoung laughed as she secretly turned it up higher. “Ahhhh. There is no way this is level 2.” Sunghoon groaned. Roza looked over at the dial. “Level 5!” she laughed as Sunghoon glared at her. “This isn't funny.”

“Does it not hurt?” Jungwon asked as Roza sat calmly next to Sunghoon who was gripping her hand and hunching over in pain. “It does but I'm just used to the pain. Most of my cramps are way worse than this.” The boys looked shocked as Sooyoung nodded in agreement.

“I promise I'll do one level this time.” Sooyoung smirked as she eyed Sunghoon. “Yeah, whatever, hurry up.” He sighed. “Level 6.” “It just gets worse no matter what I do.” Sunghoon cried. “Yep, that sums up cramps.” Sooyoung laughed. The time passed with Sunghoon and Roza doing level 7 and now on level 8. Roza still sat next to Sunghoon like normal, the most pain coming from Sunghoon’s death grip on her hand. “Are you a witch? How are you doing this?” Sunghoon questioned. “Just a woman, sadly.” she laughed at him.

“I can't give up!” He shouted, ripping the pads off, just happy he beat Niki. “You guys are weak.” Roza taunted. “Turn it up to level 10.” she challenged and Sooyoung did just that. The boys watched as Roza berley reacted, only flinching a little at the sudden power. “Okay, it hurts but again I'm just used to the pain.” “How is that possible…” Heeseung whispered as he watched.

“Okay that's it.” Sooyoung said turning the machine off now Roza had completed all the levels. “Like a pro!” the girls laughed. “I have a new respect for you guys, that pain wasn't easy.” Niki laughed. “It felt like my insides were getting punched over and over again.” Jake whined, holding his stomach like he could still feel the pain. “Now you know.” Roza smirked.

a/n : fun little post!! love this one <3

[thatanonymouschocolate]

🪶Those With Wings 🪽

Marco x Winged!Reader

Reader has wings and it's molting season they seem to struggle with reaching the ones closer to their spine they would ask for help but for those like them helping with molting is something considered intimate…

(I'll probably draw some art for this at a later date I'll probs use one of my one piece OCs in the art tho and also sorry if this isn't good lol I did my best)

You'd been a part of the whitebeard pirates since you were about 13. Sometimes you were stuck with Teach on cabin boy duties but for the most part you tagged along with Marco or Whitebeard himself. With Marco being only a couple years older than you and more enjoyable to be around than being around Teach the two of you became pretty good friends. Feelings blossomed over time when Marco defended you when you first met rogers crew and shanks made fun of your wings and how small they were then he called you a glorified pigeon. “They’re not pigeon wings! They’re more like a raven or crow’s wings!” you stuttered out. You don’t exactly remember what you did to provoke Shanks teasing you (he totally had (probably still has) a crush on you). Of course Shanks loved how he ruffled your feathers (literally as well) he continued on until Marco caught wind of it then he and Shanks got into a heated argument. Whitebeard and Rayleigh pulled the two boys apart before it escalated and ever since then whenever you found yourself near Marco you can’t help the warm fluttery feeling your heart does especially when he smiles at you.

Now back to the problem. Molting Season. Usually you’d have Whitebeard himself to help you with your wings molting after all he was the closest you had to a father. You loved when you got to sit in his lap as he gently helped remove the old feathers to make room for your new ones. But lately Whitebeard has been busier than usual with his Yonko duties and also keeping Ace out of trouble. So you decided to try and do it alone this season. At first it wasn’t too bad especially since they’ve grown so much since then but as the week went by it was getting extremely difficult in getting the ones close to your spine. “Gah so itchy!” you whine. You give a few more attempts of trying to remove more feathers before the itching becomes too unbearable. Next thing you know you scratch your spine up against the ship’s mast and god did it feel fantastic. “Molting season already? Yoi” Marco leans against the railing across from you. “Gah! You have got to stop sneaking up on me like that! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” your wings puff up as he startles you. “Not my fault you weren’t paying attention.” He smirks. “Well Doc as you can see I’m a bit busy.” you huff going back to defeathering and failing miserably. “Need help? yoi” Marco says as he walks closer to you gently getting a feather near your shoulder blades. “Eep! N-no! It’s fine Marco. I got it!” you squeak out internally cursing at how flustered you just got. “Hm you sure? Yoi” “I know you usually let pops help you when its that time of year again but I don’t mind helping. He used to help me with my molting seasons when we were younger.” He smiles. God his smile brightens up your day every time you're graced with seeing it. “Marco, it's not that I don't want help, it's just…”

“In my culture helping with molting is somewhat…intamate…usually family or lovers help with something like this…” You couldn’t meet his eyes as you explained. “oh? Are we not family?” He blinks in confusion. “I- that’s not-” Your face feels like it's on fire and your wings won’t stop poofing up. “Oh I see, is there something you wish to tell me, little bird?” he smirks towers over you, his hand tilting your chin up to look at him. “M-marco! Stop teasing me!” you try looking away but when he turns your head back towards him his blue eyes lock with your own. His face is much closer to you “I’m not teasing you little bird I’m simply here to offer my assistance.” His voice deepens and his thumb brushes your bottom lip. “Fine you can help…just be gentle, the ones near my spine are sensitive.” you mumble, finally giving in.

The two of you sit on the floor and Marco gently removes feathers. He hums while he works as you do everything in your power to make sure your wings won’t poof or flap as you feel his warm hands brush against your wings and back. “You know…I’ve always admired how beautiful your wings are, little bird.” Marco hums as he unconsciously caresses your wings. “You have??? ” You peek back at him. He finishes getting the last few feathers in between your shoulder blades. “I always have ever since we were kids.” You turn around to face him as he gives you a warm smile. “I like your wings too Marco. They're always so bright and breathtaking.” You return his smile. Marco caresses the last feather in his hands before tucking it behind your ear. You feel your face get hot again especially with how close he got.

At that moment the two of you lock eyes, Marco gently grabbing your chin then leans in, placing a soft sweet kiss on your lips. ‘POOF!’ Your wings puff up as he deepens the kiss. After several minutes of showering each other with kisses you both pull away for air. “Thanks for the help, the Molting Season wasn't so bad this year.” You laugh. “Anytime. yoi” he kisses you one more time

“Anything for my little bird.”

[queenofshenanigans]

WIP Week(end) 6/06

I'm still working through some asks from the past couple weeks, but we're getting there! Making good progress on some things as well! And trying really hard not to add MORE things to the queue until at least a couple are in posting form. So! Make me write!

I was tagged by @queenie-ofthe-void, @sourw0lfs, @turinspeachjam, @felixir-of-moths and @tinytalkingtina this week. <3

⚾ Second Chance at First Love (and Third Base) - Steddie Big Bang! No longer a secret!!

🛼 - Sapphic Mini Bang (90s Bubblescoops, Stommy) I'll share 👩‍👩‍👦 or 🤸‍♂️- if you have a preference, drop an emoji

👩‍👩‍👦 - the Stranger Moms fic - S5 AU ft. the Stranger Moms

🐉 - Steve finds a dragon in his closet - Dustigan, developing Steddie

🏰 - Shenanigans in Steve's attic - Steve has good parents actually, Steddie, Scoops Troop

⚔️ - A Knight's Tale (with magic) - Ronance, Steddie, lots of Wheeler siblings, platonic Stobin, platonic Edancy

🤸‍♂️- The Yeet Aerobics Fic - S3 AU Stedissy, platonic Stobin, matchmaker Wayne, Buckingway

Snippet from A Knight's Tale (continued from here) and tags under the cut

These were the thoughts running through Lady Robin of House Buckley's mind, as she stared out her bedroom window at the forest. It was well past midnight but not yet dawn, and she was—as had been typical for her in childhood—Watching. When she was younger, she'd spent these Watching hours staring out her window at the Blooming Forest, just visible in the moonlight at the edge of the family estate. If she squinted, and stayed still enough, she could see the faintest shimmers of the forest magic, the flutters of wings, as the forest faeries went about their midnight business. Sometimes she would see shadows of larger creatures, hear the howls and growls as they hunted and killed. Her midnight Watchings always left her with a sense of unease, but there was always the sense that she had to keep vigil; that some day it would be important that she be ready.

It had been years, however, since she'd felt the call for a Watching, but tonight she'd awoken just after midnight, skin crawling with an anxious knowing feeling, an itch that she couldn't scratch just out of reach. Wrapped in a quilt, though the summer solstice was just weeks away, she sat at the window and Watched. The forest, dormant for a decade now, was alive again. Flashes of light, flutters of wings. Shadows of larger creatures. The howls and growls of things hunting reached her, though she should be too far to hear--the walls of her family's estate too thick for the noises to penetrate--and yet she heard them, deep in her mind.

The magic was returning to this part of the forest, she realized, and swallowed against the fear, against the sense that this was what she'd been preparing for as a child. Something was coming back—and there were those rumors about the North. The ones no one was supposed to know about.

I'm going to no pressure tag @strangerthingswritersguild and @steddiebbang @hbyrde36, @pearynice, @maxfandoms, @nureyevsins, @machtaholic, @kikidoesfanfic, @bellandora, @vegasol, @eriquin, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @augustjustice, @dreamwatch, @little-annie, @cloudsurfing42, @yesdangerpls

[tinytalkingtina]

If anyone wants a tutorial on how to make stuff in canva I recommend thecutestgrotto's very helpful guide

Update: 🐶 (B.A.D. D.O.G.) was published yesterday! Very glad the stommie puppy play sequel is finally out in the world <3

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple! Thanks for the tags @sourw0lfs, @turinspeachjam, @felixir-of-moths, and @fkinkindagauche!

✨ The Steddie BB anon ban is lifted, so I can start sharing snippets from my "Cursed Prince Steve and Bard Eddie" fairytale AU! We are at 10.5k words now and I've actually started writing the action scenes, huzzah

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating" now features plot and an actual set up outside of the erotica! Gonna try and get this done by the end of the month if I can to align with the Switch Eddie week event, or at the very least get the first chapter up

👽 Back this week to actively working on my Star Trek AU Enemies to Lovers! Gonna do my usual hopping around writing chapters concurrently, so you may get various stages as Eddie and S'tevan's relationship evolves

Tags and a SFW snippet of ✨ under the cut:

Despite his initial reaction, Eddie had to admit the king and queen made for a striking couple. For the occasion, they had shed their usual robes, instead choosing to present themselves in splendid ceremonial armor inlaid all over with jewels, with matching crowns set into their helms: emeralds for Richard and sapphires for Margaret. Even a single gem among the seemingly hundreds set into the metal would be worth more than Eddie could hope to see in tens of lifetimes. Several steps behind them stood the prince, his head bowed. The voluminous burgundy robes and cowl concealing his appearance contrasted nicely with the simple golden mask and metal band affixed to his face and encircling his head. But much like his posture, the mask’s expression was a neutral somber thing, at odds with the picture painted by his parents. Eddie tried not to roll his eyes. Of course Prince Stephen hadn’t bothered to wear the traditional suits the monarchs donned for their rare appearances among the common folk. Not that it was much of a surprise. He’d had never seen the prince appear in any tournaments. The pampered bratling probably couldn’t even move in armor much less fight well in it. The king and queen stepped forward and in sync each raised an arm. An immediate hush rushed over the crowd as a herald stepped forward to the sound of a trumpet’s blow. “Hear ye, hear ye! Loyal citizens of Hawkins. I am sure you are curious why so many foreign visitors have come to our small but mighty nation. The rumors and speculation have threatened to shake this town to its very core! But fear not. Their royal majesties Richard and Margaret, in all their wisdom, wish to make an official announcement.” Eddie scowled as the crowd broke out into murmurs. The theatrics he often employed in the marketplace were far less charming on this herald. Especially because for the herald, the crowd was actually responding.

Tagging some folks to join in on the fun and work on their own WIPs this weekend (also more than happy to give a weekly tag to anyone who wants it as we move forward into BB season, just let me know!):

@lingeringmirth @vthx @hbyrde36 @pearynice @kikidoesfanfic

@sunflowerharrington @queenofshenanigans @little-annie @runninriot

@yesdangerpls @belladora @queenie-ofthe-void @onirislanding @apomaro-mellow

@augustjustice @bellandora @cxwzkeys @brvss316 @strangerthingswritersguild

[igglemouse]

Week 2 ~ Blood Simoleons (2.4) ~ Monday

It's apparently Gnome day or something and so I will do my best to just ignore it and carry on with my day, or rather, begin my day. These things are tiny, usually bearded, and always frozen in one pose or another. No one knows where they come from or how they get into your home and I honestly think no one wants to find out. I will not let them hijack my day so if you do not mind I'll be ignoring them.

Today's breakfast, pancakes! Extra fluffy as well because...well, why not? It is a big day as there is another audition ahead of me, a really important one, but aren't they all at this point? Every opportunity could be the one, my breakout moment, and each victory is just another bullet point to my growing resume. Day by day I am making my mark on this town

After breakfast I take a break with a little gaming. It just gives my mind a chance to wander without having to think about auditions, lines, and the pressure that comes with them. I should point out that I'm pretty terrible at games. Like even easy mode feels impossible to me but I am having fun all the same and that is what matters?

See! Little Bruno is also unsettled by these gnomes, I catch him howling at one that appeared in my bedroom and I couldn't help but feel for the little guy. There's really little I can do. Oh, I could try moving them but why touch them at all? They are kind of creepy, to be honest.

Later, Papa calls with one of his usual check-ins. He asks about my week and I let him know that he will be seeing me on screen soon. He's excited to hear that but I must tamper his expectations and let him know that it's really just a couple of commercials, blink and you might miss them. He's proud all the same because of course he is, I can always count on his support.

One upside to acting is the flexible schedule. It's not your usual 9 to 5. Some days are hectic, sure, but others are wide open and give me nothing but time. With that time I wander the city a little but you could guess that I would end up at Starlight Boulevard and before the Walk of Stars.

I stop before a blank star and I can see it now. My name carved there for all of time. It oculd be this one or one over there or there or really anywhere, this walk will find space for Magdalena.

A quiet little command echoes through my mind: Be Memorable.

I wanted to go home after that, go over my lines and prepare for my audition, but a stranger catches my eye at the nearby park. Confident, that's what he oozed, and he was watching me in that bold way, posture alone bringing me closer to him step by step. I should mention that he wore a cowboy hat and boots along with it.

"Haven't seen you around and I'm out here every day," he speaks in a lazy but smooth tone. His sunglasses hide his eyes but I know he's checking me out.

"Magdalena," I say offering him a smile. "You can call me Mags or Lena, either one works."

"I'm not a big fan of nicknames so let's stick with Magdalena."

We sit and talk a while. I'm curious about him, he's got a flashy look, too much jewelry and all of it screams 'Look at me' and again, those cowboy boots don't fit a casual city park. Normally, I'd avoid a man like this, looks like the kind of guy that my sister Carina would be all over, shady guys that talk big and carry trouble around them like it their wallet...and yet I'm still curious.

Eventually, I learn that he's a music producer and he uses that to explain his style.

"It's just packaging," he says with a little laugh. "Gotta sell the image before you can sell the sound."

I exhale, just a little bit because I was worried that he was a drug dealer or something worse. "Oh, a musician? What genre?"

"I just produce, so no genre, don't want to limit myself. I put my music out there and hope that someone finds use for it."

"Ahh, behind the scenes then?"

He nods, "Yep, behind the scenes, I don't dig the spotlight too much, I just have passion for the music and want to create something real."

"I see," and now I go from intrigued to interested. Marco was fire and desire, pure impulse and instinct. Aaron, yes, that is his name, is something else. Grounded. He's just starting his career, dreaming dreams that are similar to mines I am sure, and he feels more my equal than Marco does.

"You uh, an actress, yeah?" he asks.

For some reason I laugh, partly because I am enjoying the conversation and partly because it seems silly to say with my little commercial roles. "Yeah, I'm trying at least! I do have a pretty big audition later today and so I can't stay and talk for too long."

"Yeah, no worries, can I have your phone-"

"Of course! See you around!"

Back at home and Bruno greets me as if i've been gone for years. Tail wagging and he's bouncing with joy. He's so sweet! I hate that I can't stay for long so I feed his food bowl and grab a plate of brownies because its all I can have before going out again and I can't even afford much because the bills leave me with only 120 simoleons...

But I'm not going to panic because I have an audition to crush! Wish me luck!

Index ~ Elsewhere...

[perotovar]

oc interview ♥

tagged by the ever-lovely @daggertongue ty!!! <3

as a shock to no one, i will be doing this for my baby, river!

(i made river in bg3 so we have some sort of visual representation! obv they aren't really a half-elf with a big scar, but everything else is accurate lol)

here's the fic they come from -> into the beat of the night (frankie morales x oc)

☆★☆★☆★☆★

■ Basics

Name:

- "River Price, nice to meet you!"

Are you single?

- "Nope!"

Birthplace?

- "Brooklyn, New York. My family still lives there."

Hair color?

- *they run their ring-clad fingers through their long hair, a smile on their face* "Black. I dye it, but don't tell anyone!"

Eye color?

- "Green. Frankie says they remind him of leaves. What a sap <3"

Birthday?

- "May 11, 1989! If you wanna talk about astrology, I'd love to!"

Gender?

- "Nahh, none for me, thanks."

Mood?

- "Right now? Content."

Are you happy?

- *they pull out their phone at look at the photo of Frankie on their lockscreen* "Yes."

Are you angry?

- "I used to be."

Summer/Winter?

- "Winter. My wardrobe isn't very... suited for Summer weather."

Morning/Afternoon?

- "Early morning or late evening. It's quiet and I like the solitude. Or at least the sound of Frankie snoring next to me while I read."

■ Eight things about your love life

Are you in love?

- *they look to their left, where Frankie is standing there waiting for them to finish. he's got a shy smile on his face, which makes their eyes light up* "Utterly."

Who ended your last relationship?

- "Well, before Frankie, I would mostly have flings here and there. My last real relationship was... toxic. I ended up being the one to put a stop to it, though."

Have you ever broken someone's heart?

- "Never on purpose, but I suppose you don't really have any control over that, do you?"

Are you afraid of commitments?

- "No, but it takes a lot to get me to that point."

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

- *they laugh lightly* "Yes."

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

- "I'm not sure..." *Frankie pipes in from the side* "There's no way they haven't." *he chuckles*

■ Six choices

Love or lust?

- "Can I say both?"

Iced tea or lemonade?

- "Hmm... I prefer coffee."

Cats or dogs?

- "Cats. I've got one of my own! His name is Jonsey."

A few best friends or many regular friends?

- "I have a tight knit group of close friends. It's expanded to include Frankie's friends as well, now, though."

Wild night out or romantic night in?

- "Oh, both are fun, but I think a romantic night in would probably suit us better at this point, right, babe?" *Frankie nods, agreeing quietly*

Day or night?

- "Night, because I'm original like that."

■ Four have you evers

Been caught sneaking out?

- "No, I was a relatively good kid. Besides, my Nonna would've kicked my ass."

Fell up/down the stairs?

- *they blink, then lean forward in their seat, suddenly very serious* "Who told you?" *Frankie giggles next to them* "Oh, you're gonna get it later, mister!"

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

- "Yes, but it hurt in the best possible way."

Wanted to disappear?

- "A very long time ago. I'm glad it didn't work out."

■ Four preferences

Smile or eyes?

- *they look over at Frankie, studying his face quietly* "Eyes."

Shorter or taller?

- "I'm 5'4" so it's easy to be taller than me, but I don't mind one way or the other."

Intelligence or looks?

- "Intelligence, for sure. As pretty as you are, babe, I love our conversations more than anything." *Frankie smiles*

Hookup or relationship?

- "If you'd asked me a few months ago, I'd have said hookup, but relationship."

■ Family

Do you and your family get along?

- "Yes. It took them a bit of time to come around to a new name and pronouns, but it worked out in the end. I still have a couple members of extended family that don't really get it, but I don't see them very often."

Would you say you have a "messed up" life?

- *they think quietly for a moment before answering* "I know what you're trying to say, so I'll say 'no'. But no one's upbringing is perfect."

Have you ever run away from home?

- "No, but I thought about it for a time. I was afraid to come out at first."

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

- "No."

■ Friends

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

- "No, they're out of my life now. Good riddance."

Do you considered all your friends good?

- "Absolutely! They wouldn't be my friends if they weren't."

Who is your best friend?

- "Her name is Anya. I just set her up with Frankie's friend Benny and they're so cute it's disgusting."

Who knows everything about you?

- *Frankie comes in and laces his fingers with theirs* "This one does. I had a lovely time, thank you!" *they leave together, hand in hand*

☆★☆★☆★☆★

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@almostfoxglove @ozarkthedog @clubsoft @beardedjoel @evolnoomym and anyone else that wants to <3

[amoreuxi]

Do you have tips for girls who have never done the "it girl" glow up but want to get started?

I don't know where to start, I've never exercised or even played sports, I don't know how to cook properly, and I'm too poor to buy makeup and clothes. Is there hope for me? (sorry for sounding too depressing)

hi, hopeful one!

there is definitely hope for you, since i myself was in your exact shoes until a couple of years ago

i always tell everyone who knows me, "if i could do it so can you", exactly because i was the most sedentary and lazy person ever, horrible eating habits, nightmarish views about health in general. and poor to boot!

i'll give you some general tips, but if you want more insightful or specific tips, just ask me and i can go deeper into any of them!

AMOREUXI'S GENERAL GLOW UP TIPS ✿

don't associate your glow up to having money. i know it always sounds hateful when someone who has money says "you don't need money" but i'm speaking from experience. expensive doesn't mean high quality anyway, not anymore at least, so you'll have to unlearn to make this association and start exercising a good eye for what is really quality, what is really needed, and exercising keeping your desires in check

start slow and small, and experiment a lot. if you've never exercised before, start with dancing and stretching and going for walks around the block, or the neighbourhood, if you can. just take an hour or two every other day that will be exclusively dedicated to moving around. if you create the habit of allocating time and energy to moving your body before you start to really get down to exercising and experimenting with different workouts, it'll be a lot easier to keep at it

forget the idea of motivation being the fuel behind consistency and discipline, and forget the idea that once you get started you'll get addicted to it. i have been working out in very consistent terms for almost 5 years now and most days i still have to fight inside my mind to get up and get to it. and i do actually enjoy it a lot, which is not the case for everyone, some people just don't like doing it and that's normal and fine. still, it's necessary, so we gotta do it regardless of our mood for the day

as for cooking, demystify the kitchen first and foremost. get to youtubing and learn the absolute basics before you even turn on the stove. watch professionals teaching things like how to hold a knife, how to choose produce, how to store them, how to select spices, which pan and pot does what. be humble yet shameless about it, and be curious

when you're less scared of the kitchen, learn how to make 3 meals, or 2 meals and 1 snack. if your favourites feel to hard to make (for instance, you like sushi), try to learn how to make the base of your favs (for sushi, that would be a nice rice bowl). practice these until they are just the way you like it, then move on to adding another recipe to your arsenal. food needs practice and even when you're experienced you're gonna need time before a new recipe gets good. be humble and curious

my personal advice: quit all ultra-processed food, and lower your meat and sugar consumption. this step alone will make you gain a lot of health points

if you want to go down the makeup route, practice it when you're staying home, and don't cake yourself up. learning how to draw an eyebrow and blend your blush are way more important than covering and covering and covering, trust me

these are all for now, but like i said, if you want more insights, just ask me ♡

[heavenescent]

⋆˚꩜｡ june: monthly goals & how to achieve them

summer is officially here. there's no more time anticipating the deadline of bikini/glow-up season, and it came a lot faster than you thought. personally, i just finished my first year of uni and it went by quicker than i would've ever expected! i took a week to relax, but now it's time to pick myself back up. here's my top 3 monthly goals for june & some tips:

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GOAL ONE: get back to the gym!

.ᐣ - what does this mean for me?

i've been recovering from some pretty bad hip, back, and knee injuries from a car crash a little over a year ago, but i'm cleared now to go back to the gym! my body is the weakest it's ever been right now, so i've been getting back into being active by taking outdoor walks, not too difficult hikes, and gentle bodyweight exercises when i have the time. even at the gym, i take things easy by going on the elliptical (mainly to alleviate pressure on my knee) and stick to cardio. once i get my new car in a week, i'm excited to have the freedom to go to the gym again! i'lll be sure to blog about my fitness journey too!

.ᐣ - what does this mean for you?

being disciplined does not mean that you need to be depriving yourself of care. it's so easy to get sucked into toxic motivation and put your all at first, and then lose momentum because you wasted all your energy in the first couple weeks, or even days. i know the advice "be realistic with your goals" is pretty overused, so i like to say, "be firm, but be kind." if your body can't take it, there is no shame in taking a step back. don't be ashamed to let yourself rest, especially when getting started, or starting again. routines should be built to last, and you should not feel like death when you have to stick to them. understand that struggling with change is one thing, but struggling to live in that change is another.

if you feel awful about missing out on getting the summer body for this season, don't fret. even if there isn't realistically enough time to reach your goals, getting started now will feel infinitely better than continuing to push it off. aim to get those 10k steps a day to the best of your efforts. exercising isn't just something that keeps you fit physically, but it truly keeps you fit mentally as well. if you've got a case of summertime sadness, try listening to music or an audiobook on a calm walk. if you can't walk outside or on a machine, just keep yourself on your feet or moving your hands. learning a skill is a great way to stay active, both with your body and your mind.

i'll hopefully be making a complete beginner's guide to the gym soon, because it truly is the best once you get over that initial anxiety. i'll also make a guide to exercising at home in various settings, either living with parents, in an apartment, or with other roommates.

GOAL TWO: cut down on mindless screen time!

.ᐣ - what does this mean for me?

i won't lie... i think i'm one of the worst people i know in regards to screen time and phone usage. and i am ASHAMED of that fact. i used to think phone addiction would never affect me, but i spend nearly every free moment i have on a screen, mindlessly scrolling or consuming brainless, meaningless content. when unpacking the things i brought home from my dorm, i noticed i had a serious problem when instead of putting on music like i would normally do, i struggled to find an enticing enough youtube video to put on in the background. i was subconsciously afraid of being left alone with my own thoughts; i needed something in the background to narrate a controlled train of thought for me on a predetermined topic. in short, not good. for this month, i want to be more mindful of the time i spend online. i started this blog primarily to deal with this issue, and to keep myself accountable by having a place to track my habits. i also just really enjoy journaling and writing, and having a blog is already so therapeutic. instead of doomscrolling, i'll find physical media to interact with, or find knowledge on attaining my aspirations.

.ᐣ - what does this mean for me?

everyone seems to be so attached to their phones, but the way you use your social media is different. you aren't just doomscrolling with no purpose, you're finding tips on improving yourself, or inspiration on new ways to upgrade your personal style. all of this is fine, but the key word in this monthly goal is mindless. if anything, the goal should read: be more mindful about your screen time. be aware that even consuming positive content, such as scrolling through #self improvement can still reach a point of overconsumption. so then, what does it mean to be mindful? well, i think it's a little different for everyone, as most things are.

on one hand of the extreme, no one should ever be spending more than 12 hours a day on social media. on the other hand, i understand why some people can't justify spending less than an hour being on their phone. lifestyles are just too different to be offered a one-size-fits-all solution. so, instead of giving my own unjustified advice, i'd like to recommend a book i read recently:

Digital Minimalism: Choosing a Focused Life in a Noisy Digital World by Cal Newport

to be blunt: this book was incredibly eye-opening, and provides so much more context and solutions to achieving a healthy, balanced relationship and life with your electronics than i can try to muster in one tumblr post. i really cannot recommend this book enough, especially for those of you angels that want to live more presently, without the shackles of algorithms fighting to keep your attention.

GOAL THREE: get closer to finding the real you!

.ᐣ - what does this mean for me?

this is the most abstract goal on this list, and quite fitting for the last of the three main goals of the month. in a world with so much emphasis on finding what makes you individually unique, yet also finding the group or label that fits with that individuality, i have struggled to find something that is truly, authentically myself. over the years, i've come to accept that all the past, present, and future versions of myself (or who i think myself to be) are all me. but even with this in mind, i can't help but feel something nagging deep inside my soul that knows i'm not being authentically true to myself. outside of all the trends and niches, who am i? another reason why i started this blog is to really explore the intricacies of my entire personality, both what i appreciate about myself and what i need to work on improving. i hope that being consistent in my blogging, reflecting, and interacting with others helps me see my genuine interests and characteristics in a relatively anonymous space. please perceive me!

.ᐣ what does this mean for you?

i don't feel all that qualified in giving real advice for this, since it is genuinely just the blind leading the blind here, but i will leave some questions/advice that have helped me be more introspective:

if you were to die tomorrow, what would you be most proud of? you can't be negative or self-deprecating, be genuine. what good have you left in the world? amongst your family and friends, who would remember the impact you have left, and what would they say about it? i promise that even if you think there's absolutely nothing, there is something. think hard, and be kind to yourself.

describe yourself in 3 words, now describe the 3 defining characteristics of what you aspire to be like. how much of an overlap is there? how do your current defining characteristics connect with your desired characteristics? make note of how similar or different they are, and regardless of which it is, find the similarities in them anyways.

look through some pictures of yourself throughout the years. what are the common themes between your past and current aesthetics? even if they seem like they couldn't be any more different, find at least one similarity. the similarity could very well just be that they're popular or trendy at the time. take note of these similarities, and reflect on what this means you're drawn to.

i know these questions all seem pretty different and quite random, but really reflect on all your answers. and i mean reflect. write it down on paper, think it through, jot down all the thoughts as you ponder over each answer. thinking it inside your brain and getting it all down on paper are completely different, and being able to visually see what troubles you grounds you enough to think everything through more. thoughts can very easily get muddled and jumbled up in your head. get them out and reflect on them for the month. no matter what conclusions you come to, use them for good.

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i'll be sure to figure out a way to improve this really blocky formatting, but thank you for reading! i wish you all the best of luck!

love, kate