#little kitty's reverie

[songbirdseung]

young love / nishimura riki

synopsis: she fell first but he fell harder type of scenario. slow burn romance??? wc: 7k??

pairing: childhood friends riki x reader (riki dislikes reader at first tho) fluff??? if you squint, ANGSTYY

warnings: rejection, mean riki, jealousy

note: povs change midway / part 2

people would say you were far too young to say you were in love at the age of 8 years old. your mom definitely laughed at you in a loving supportive mom way, your dad immediately told you to stay away from boys and your brother teased you till the ends of the earth. unfortunately for you, your young heart had so much love to give, and your mind however decided that love was to be given to nishimura riki.

it started when you were in preschool, you were three years old. doodling on your hello kitty notebook, you notice that there was writing on the bottom on every page. "I like you", you may have bothered everyone in the class trying to figure out who it was, not knowing it was a little prank by your best friend. the prank escalated to where they blamed or pointed fingers at the innocent little riki who was quiet in the back. (he didn't do it) since then, you stuck with him.

despite his initial reluctance and occasional irritation at your constant presence, you stick by his side like glue. you're always there to defend him when others try to pick on him.

there are moments when riki pushes you away, seeking solitude and space. but you refuse to give up, always finding a way to insert yourself back into his life, whether he likes it or not.

throughout the friendship, yours and riki's bond has been a constant source of support and companionship. you have always been there for riki, offering unwavering loyalty and understanding, even when he seemed indifferent or distant. the friendship, though built on your persistent efforts, has always felt one-sided, with you giving much more than you receives.

yet, despite this imbalance, you never expected to develop romantic feelings for riki. it's a typical afternoon, and you're on your way to riki's house, as you've done countless times before. as you approach his street, you catch sight of him walking ahead, hand in hand with a girl you don't recognize. they're chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to your presence.

your heart sinks as a pang of jealousy surges through you. you stop in your tracks, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. for the first time, you allow yourself to acknowledge the truth – perhaps your feelings for Riki run deeper than mere friendship.

watching them together, you feel a sense of longing wash over you, a longing to be the one walking beside him, holding his hand.

-

you're sitting in the school's cafeteria with your friends sunoo and yuna. you've been lost in thought ever since you saw riki with that girl earlier. sunoo nudges you, snapping you out of your reverie. "hey, yn, you've been quiet all morning. what's up?" you hesitate for a moment before finally blurting out what you saw.

yuna gasps in surprise, while sunoo's eyebrows shoot up. "are you giving up on riki then?" sunoo asks, concern evident in his voice. you shake your head slowly. "i don't know… i didn't realize i felt this way until today." yuna leans in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "so, what are you gonna do about it?" you bite your lip, feeling a mix of nerves and determination bubbling inside you. "i don't know yet, but i can't just ignore these feelings."

as you speak, a surge of determination fills you. "i think i need to talk to riki," you say, surprising yourself with the decisiveness in your tone. sunoo and yuna exchange glances, nodding in agreement.

"yeah, you should," sunoo says, his voice supportive. "you've been there for him all this time, it's only fair that you're honest with him about how you feel." yuna reaches out and squeezes your hand gently. "we'll be here for you no matter what happens," she reassures you with a warm smile.

with your friends by your side, you feel a newfound sense of courage and resolve. you know that confronting your feelings for riki won't be easy, but you also know that it's a conversation you need to have. taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for the conversation that lies ahead.

-

as you go about your day, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. you can't shake the image of Riki holding hands with that girl, and the realization that you might have deeper feelings for him consumes your thoughts. every interaction with your classmates feels like a blur as you try to focus on the task at hand, but your mind keeps drifting back to riki.

in class, you find it difficult to concentrate, your thoughts constantly wandering to what you'll say when you finally talk to riki. the minutes drag on as you anxiously wait for the final bell to ring, signaling the end of the school day.

when the bell finally does ring, you feel a surge of nervous energy coursing through you. with determination, you make your way to riki's locker, where you know you'll find him. as you approach, you spot him chatting with a group of friends, laughter ringing in the air.

taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for what's to come. you walk up to him, heart pounding in your chest, and tap him on the shoulder. he turns to face you, surprise evident in his eyes.

"hey, riki," you say, your voice wavering slightly. "can we talk?"

riki's expression shifts from surprise to confusion as he looks at you, his brows furrowed slightly. "sure, what's up?" he responds, his tone polite but guarded.

you swallow hard, the words suddenly feeling stuck in your throat. how do you even begin to explain the swirling mess of emotions inside you? you take a moment to gather your thoughts before plunging ahead.

"i… um, i saw you with that girl earlier," you start, your voice barely above a whisper. "and… it made me realize something."

riki's expression remains unreadable as he waits for you to continue. you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come.

"i think… i think i might have feelings for you," you finally confess, your heart pounding in your chest. "i know it's probably… unexpected, but… i just had to tell you."

for a moment, there's silence as riki processes your words. then, to your dismay, his expression shifts from confusion to something akin to pity.

"yn, i… i never saw you that way," he says gently, his voice tinged with sympathy. "i mean, you're a great friend and all, but… i just don't feel the same."

you feel a pang of disappointment and embarrassment wash over you, your cheeks burning with humiliation. you had hoped for a different outcome, but deep down, you knew that this was a possibility.

"i understand," you manage to choke out, forcing a tight smile onto your face. "i just… needed to get that off my chest."

riki nods, his eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and discomfort. "i'm sorry, you. i hope we can still be friends."

you nod numbly, feeling a lump form in your throat. "yeah, of course," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

as riki walks away, leaving you standing there alone, you can't help but feel a sense of emptiness wash over you. you had braced yourself for rejection, but it still stings nonetheless. with a heavy heart, you turn and make your way out of the school, trying to push aside the feelings of disappointment and heartache that threaten to overwhelm you.

-

in the days following riki's rejection, everything feels different. your once-familiar routine now feels like a minefield, every corner a potential reminder of the pain you're trying so desperately to push aside.

where once you eagerly sought out opportunities to spend time with riki, now you find yourself actively avoiding him. you no longer linger by his locker between classes or seek him out during lunch. instead, you take alternate routes through the school, hoping to avoid any chance encounters.

your daily routine undergoes a significant shift. the time you used to spend thinking about ways to interact with riki is now filled with distractions – anything to keep your mind from dwelling on the hurt and rejection you feel.

you throw yourself into your studies, burying yourself in textbooks and assignments in a desperate attempt to escape the painful thoughts swirling inside your head. you immerse yourself in extracurricular activities, joining clubs and sports teams to fill the void left by Riki's absence.

but no matter how busy you keep yourself, his presence – or rather, his absence – is a constant weight on your mind. you find yourself replaying the conversation over and over again, analyzing every word, every expression, searching for some clue as to what went wrong.

"yn, are you okay?" sunoo asks, his voice filled with genuine concern as he takes in your somber expression.

you offer a weak smile, grateful for his concern but unsure of how to put your feelings into words. yuna reaches out and squeezes your hand gently, offering a silent gesture of support.

"we're here for you, yn," she says softly. "whatever you need, we'll help you through this."

sunoo nods in agreement. "yeah, and maybe we can come up with a plan to prove riki wrong! show him what he's missing out on."

you shake your head, the thought of confronting riki again filling you with dread. "i appreciate it, but I don't think that's such a good idea," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

sunoo and yuna exchange glances, concern evident in their eyes. "but you, you deserve to be happy," sunoo insists. "and if riki can't see that, then he doesn't deserve you."

you know they mean well, but the thought of confronting riki again feels like reopening a wound that's only just begun to heal. "i just need some time to figure things out," you say, your voice tinged with sadness. "but thank you, both of you, for being here for me."

-

throughout the week, riki couldn't shake the strange feeling that something was off. your absence felt like a gaping hole in his routine, a void he hadn't realized was there until it was gone. it was unsettling, to say the least, not having you constantly around him, your presence a constant in his life.

as he made his way through the crowded hallways between classes, riki couldn't help but notice how you seemed to be actively avoiding him. every time their eyes met, you would quickly turn away or your footsteps quickening as you hurried past him. it was a stark contrast to the way things used to be, and riki couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt tug at his heartstrings.

turning around, he found himself face to face with the girl he had been holding hands with earlier.

"hey, riki, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

forced a tight smile onto his face, trying to push aside the unease that gnawed at him. "yeah, i'm fine, just… tired," he replied, his voice lacking its usual warmth.

she studied him for a moment, her eyes searching his face for any signs of distress. "are you sure?" she pressed, her concern deepening.

riki nodded quickly, eager to end the conversation before it went any further. "yeah, really, it's nothing," he insisted, his tone firm.

as the girl finally relented and walked away, riki couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt tug at his conscience. he knew he had brushed her off, but he couldn't bring himself to confide in her about the turmoil swirling inside him.

turning away, riki's gaze drifted across the crowded hallway, and his heart skipped a beat as he locked eyes with you. In that moment, he realized that you had seen them together, and a wave of regret washed over him. he had hurt you, and there was no denying the hurt reflected in your eyes as you turned away and disappeared into the crowd.

-

the next few days were a whirlwind of rumors and whispers that seemed to follow you everywhere you went. the whole school was abuzz with talk of riki and the girl he had been seen with, speculating about their newfound relationship.

everywhere you turned, you were met with curious glances and hushed conversations that seemed to stop abruptly as soon as you approached. it felt like the entire school was talking about riki and the girl, and you couldn't escape the constant reminders of what had happened.

even in class, the chatter seemed to revolve around riki and his supposed new girlfriend, the topic dominating every conversation and leaving you feeling more isolated than ever. it was like being trapped in a bubble of gossip and speculation, with no way to escape.

the days dragged on, the weight of it all became almost unbearable. you couldn't escape the constant reminders of what had happened, and with each passing day, it felt like the walls were closing in around you. all you wanted was to find a way to escape the suffocating atmosphere that seemed to surround you at every turn.

you find yourself sitting across from your mom, the weight of your recent heartache heavy on your shoulders. with a sigh, you let out a torrent of words, pouring out all the feelings you've been keeping bottled up inside.

"mom, I messed up. I should've kept my feelings to myself, but I couldn't help it. I just wanted to be close to him." you confess, your voice tinged with regret.

"i thought i was doing okay, but I'm not coping," you continue, your words coming out in a rush. "and now I feel like i've lost everything."

you pause, feeling the weight of your words hanging in the air. "i know i wasn't thinking clearly," you admit, your voice faltering.

as you speak, you can see the concern in your mom's eyes, her brow furrowing with worry. she reaches out and takes your hand in hers, offering you a comforting squeeze.

your mom's words of comfort offer a moment of solace, but you still feel a heavy weight pressing down on you. sensing your need for guidance, she takes a deep breath before offering you some motherly advice.

"sweetheart, i know it hurts right now, but sometimes the hardest lessons teach us the most important things," she begins, her voice gentle yet firm. "it's okay to let your feelings out, but it's also important to remember to take care of yourself."

she reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face, her gaze filled with warmth and understanding. "you're strong, and you'll get through this," she assures you. "but don't be afraid to lean on those who love you for support. and remember, sometimes the best thing we can do is learn from our mistakes and use them to grow."

-

in the days that follow, you find yourself gradually adapting to the new normal without riki. you focus on your studies, throw yourself into your hobbies, and spend more time with friends, trying to fill the void left by his absence.

but no matter how busy you keep yourself, there are moments when the memories come flooding back – the inside jokes, the shared laughter, the moments of quiet understanding. it's in those moments that you feel the pang of loss most acutely, a reminder of what could have been.

-

as riki lounges in his family house with his two closest friends, jungwon and jake, the topic of his new relationship naturally arises. they chat about how things are going, sharing anecdotes and laughter as they recount the early stages of romance.

eventually, jake steers the conversation in a different direction, broaching the topic of yn and her absence from riki's life. "hey, man, have you noticed how yn's been pretty much out of the picture lately?" he asks, his tone casual but probing.

riki's smile fades slightly as he considers jake's words. he hadn't realized just how much yn's presence had shaped his daily life until now. "yeah, i guess so," he replies, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "it's… different without her around."

jungwon nods in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "maybe you should reach out to her, see how she's doing," he suggests gently. "it might do both of you some good to talk things out."

riki considers jungwon's words for a moment, the weight of yn's absence weighing heavily on his mind. maybe it was time to confront the elephant in the room and address the rift that had formed between them.

riki nods slowly, a sense of determination settling in his chest. "yeah, maybe you're right," he agrees, his voice quiet but resolute. "i'll reach out to her and see if we can talk things through."

jake and jungwon offer him reassuring nods, their support evident in their expressions. "we've got your back, man," jake says, clapping riki on the shoulder. "just remember to be honest and open with her."

lying in bed later that night, riki can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at him. the conversation with jungwon and jake weighs heavily on his mind, their words echoing in his ears. he knows that reaching out to yn is the right thing to do, but the thought of confronting the situation fills him with apprehension.

slowly, he reaches for his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen as he contemplates what to say. he wants to text you, to bridge the gap that has formed between them, but the words elude him.

"hey yn," he types out tentatively, his heart pounding in his chest. "i hope you're doing okay. can we talk?"

he stares at the message for a moment, uncertainty coursing through him. but then, with a deep breath, he hits send, knowing that no matter what happens, it's a step in the right direction. he doesn't receive a reply back, which is expected. so, he texts one more time, a simple message asking if they could talk, and then heads to bed.

-

the next morning, you wake up to a text from riki, asking if you could talk. you read the message over and over again, the words weighing heavily on your mind. throughout the day, you can't shake the feeling of uncertainty, wondering if it's a good idea to respond.

you replay the conversation in your head, trying to anticipate what riki might say. part of you wants to reach out and talk things out, to clear the air and find closure. but another part of you is afraid – afraid of reopening old wounds, afraid of getting hurt all over again.

as the day wears on, the internal debate rages on, leaving you feeling torn and conflicted. you know that you can't avoid the conversation forever, but you also know that once you open that door, there's no turning back.

you're not sure what to do. should you respond to riki's message and face whatever comes next, or should you continue to avoid the conversation and the potential pain that it might bring?

finally, after much deliberation, you decide to reply. you type out a message, keeping it simple yet sincere. "hey riki, i'm willing to talk. when are you free?" you hit send, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.

you wait anxiously for a response, unsure of what to expect. part of you hopes for a positive outcome, a chance to heal old wounds and move forward. but another part of you fears the worst, worried that this conversation will only bring more pain.

finally, a response comes. "hey, thanks for being willing to talk. how about we meet up tomorrow afternoon?" you agree, and the two of you set a time and place to meet.

as the meeting approaches, you feel a mix of emotions – nervousness, hope, and fear. you know that whatever happens, this conversation will be an important step towards closure, towards healing.

-

you arrive at the cafe a few minutes early, your heart pounding with anticipation. you take a seat at a table near the window and wait for riki to arrive.

when they finally walk in, you can't help but notice how tense they look. you exchange awkward greetings before diving into the conversation.

riki starts by apologizing, their words hesitant and unsure. they admit to their mistakes, to the pain they caused you. you listen quietly, feeling a mix of anger and sadness bubbling inside you.

but as they continue to speak, you start to sense a genuine remorse in their words. they explain how they've reflected on their actions, how they've grown and changed since then.

slowly, the walls you've built around your heart begin to crumble. you find yourself opening up, sharing your own thoughts and feelings, your own mistakes and regrets.

the conversation is raw and emotional, but also cathartic. by the end of it, you both feel a sense of closure, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

as you part ways, you realize that while the wounds may never fully heal, you've taken a step towards forgiveness, towards letting go of the past and embracing the future.

-

in the days that follow, you start to notice a change in the air at school. the tension that once hung heavy between you and riki begins to dissipate, replaced by a newfound sense of peace.

your friends, sunoo and yuna, notice the difference too. they smile at you more often, sensing that a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. their support helps you to feel stronger, more confident in your decision to forgive and move forward.

even riki's friends, jungwon and jake, seem to be more at ease around you. they offer you friendly nods and smiles in the hallway, a silent acknowledgment of the healing that has taken place between you and riki.

as for riki himself, he seems happier too. you catch glimpses of him laughing and joking with his friends, his girlfriend by his side. while seeing them together still stings a little, you can't help but feel happy for him, happy that he's found someone who makes him smile.

despite the lingering scars of the past, life at school starts to feel better, brighter. you focus on your studies, on spending time with your friends, on building a future for yourself.

and as you do, you realize that while forgiveness may not erase the pain of the past, it has the power to heal and to bring about a sense of peace. you take comfort in knowing that you've chosen to let go of bitterness and resentment, to embrace love and forgiveness instead.

-

one day, a few weeks after your conversation at the cafe, riki approaches you at school. he asks if you'd be willing to hang out, just the two of you, to catch up and chat.

you're hesitant at first, unsure if you're ready for such an intimate encounter. but after some thought, you agree, figuring that it could be a chance to further mend the rift between you.

you decide to meet at a nearby park, a place that holds fond memories from your childhood. as you sit on a bench, you both take a moment to soak in the peaceful surroundings.

"so, how have you been?" riki asks, breaking the silence.

"i've been okay," you reply, trying to sound casual. "it's been a journey, but i think i'm getting there."

"i'm glad to hear that," riki says sincerely. "i've been doing a lot of thinking since we last talked, and i just want you to know that i'm truly sorry for everything."

you nod, appreciating his honesty. "thank you. i've been trying to move past it all, and i think i'm getting there too."

the two of you continue to talk, reminiscing about old times and sharing updates about your lives. slowly but surely, the awkwardness fades away, replaced by a sense of ease and familiarity.

as the sun begins to set, you both realize that it's time to head home. but instead of feeling sad, you feel hopeful – hopeful for the future, and for the possibility of rebuilding your friendship with riki.

-

"it's nice to finally talk without all the tension," riki says, breaking the ice.

"yeah, it really is," you reply, feeling a sense of relief.

you spend the afternoon talking and laughing, reminiscing about old times and sharing stories about what's been happening in your lives. as the sun begins to set, you both realize how much you've missed each other's company.

"we should do this more often," riki says, and you nod in agreement.

A few weeks later, your friend group and riki's friend group decide to have lunch together at a local café. the atmosphere is light and friendly, with everyone chatting and laughing.

sunoo and yuna are their usual bubbly selves, striking up conversations with riki's friends jungwon and jake. even riki's girlfriend joins in, adding to the lively banter.

you find yourself enjoying the moment, surrounded by friends old and new. you share jokes and stories, feeling grateful for the sense of community and connection.

as the lunch comes to an end, you realize how much things have changed since that text from riki. while the past will always be a part of your story, you're grateful for the healing and growth that has taken place, both individually and as a group.

you leave the café feeling lighter, knowing that no matter what the future holds, you have a strong support system by your side.

-

a month later, life has settled into a comfortable rhythm. you and riki have continued to hang out occasionally, building a friendship based on mutual respect and understanding.

your friend groups have also grown closer, often spending weekends together hiking, watching movies, or just hanging out at someone's house. the divide that once existed between your groups has faded, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and friendship.

-

yuna and you find yourselves in your bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light. you've been talking about life, love, and everything in between when yuna brings up a question that catches you off guard.

"are you really over riki and his girlfriend?" yuna asks, her eyes searching yours.

you pause, taking a moment to consider her question. after a moment of reflection, you nod, a sense of certainty settling over you.

"I think I am," you say, surprised by the truth of your words.

yuna smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "well, if that's the case, how about we spice things up a bit? I know someone who's perfect for you."

you raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "oh? and who might that be?"

"that's a secret," yuna replies, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"are you serious?" you ask, "absolutely," yuna replies, her smile widening. "it'll be fun, trust me."

after a moment of contemplation, you nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Okay, let's do it." yuna claps her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "great! i'll set everything up. this is going to be so much fun!"

-

the next day at school, you and yuna find yourselves in class, whispering excitedly about the upcoming blind date. yuna fills you in on the details, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, unaware that riki is listening in from the desk behind you.

"so, his name is sunghoon," yuna whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "he's really sweet and funny, and I think you'll really like him."

you nod, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement swirling in your stomach. the thought of meeting someone new is both thrilling and terrifying, but you trust yuna's judgment and know that she wouldn't set you up with just anyone.

as you and yuna continue to talk, riki can't help but overhear snippets of your conversation. he leans in closer, his curiosity piqued by the mention of a blind date.

"hey, sorry to eavesdrop, but did I hear you two talking about a blind date?" riki interjects, his voice hesitant.

you and yuna turn to face him, surprised by his sudden interest. you exchange a glance before nodding in unison.

"yeah, yuna set me up with someone," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant.

riki smiles, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "that's great! I hope it goes well for you, yn."

you're taken aback by his genuine well wishes, a pang of gratitude swelling in your chest. despite the ups and downs of your past, it's moments like these that remind you of the bond you once shared with riki.

"thanks, riki," you say, offering him a small smile. "I appreciate it."

as the bell rings, signaling the start of class, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside you. the prospect of meeting someone new fills you with hope and anticipation, and you can't wait to see where this blind date will lead.

-

later that day, as the sun begins to set, you find yourself getting ready for the blind date. yuna, sunoo, and even riki are at your house, helping you choose the perfect outfit and giving you pep talks to calm your nerves.

yuna rummages through your closet, pulling out various dresses and tops, while sunoo raids your makeup bag, expertly applying just the right amount of eyeliner and lip gloss. riki, ever the supportive friend, offers words of encouragement, his reassuring presence helping to ease your jitters.

as you make your way downstairs, yuna calls out to you, her voice tinged with excitement. you take a deep breath and step into view, your heart pounding in your chest.

for a moment, everything seems to slow down as you catch riki's gaze. you notice the way his eyes widen in surprise, his breath catching in his throat. but just as quickly as it happened, he blinks, a mask of neutrality settling over his features.

you tear your gaze away from him, feeling a twinge of disappointment in your chest. you remind yourself that tonight is about you and your blind date, not about riki and his reaction.

"you look amazing, yn," yuna says, her eyes shining with pride.

"thanks, yuna," you reply, forcing a smile.

sunoo chimes in with a whistle, his grin widening. "yeah, you're going to knock his socks off."

you laugh nervously, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at their words. you take a deep breath, pushing aside any lingering doubts or insecurities.

"thanks, guys," you say, your voice filled with gratitude. "wish me luck."

-

you hear the doorbell ring, signaling the arrival of your blind date, sunghoon. your heart skips a beat as you make your way to the door, nerves and excitement mingling inside you.

yuna bursts out in excitement, practically bouncing with joy. "he's here!" she exclaims, rushing past you to open the door.

sunoo follows closely behind, his excitement palpable. "can't wait to meet this guy!" he says, flashing you a thumbs up.

as yuna opens the door, you catch your first glimpse of sunghoon. he stands there, a shy smile on his face, looking just as nervous as you feel. but there's something about his demeanor that puts you at ease, and you can't help but return his smile.

"hi, I'm sunghoon," he says, extending his hand towards you.

"hi, I'm yn," you reply, shaking his hand.

yuna practically squeals with delight, ushering sunghoon inside. "come in, come in! we're so excited to have you here."

sunoo joins in, greeting sunghoon with a warm smile. "hey, man, nice to meet you. hope you're ready for a fun night."

as everyone gathers in the living room, you don't notice riki's subdued demeanor. there's a hint of something in his eyes. but he says nothing, keeping his feelings to himself as he watches you and sunghoon interact.

-

the evening flies by in a blur of laughter and conversation. yn and sunghoon find themselves lost in each other's company, their initial nerves melting away as they bond over shared interests and experiences.

yn and sunghoon's date unfolds like a scene from a romantic movie. they share stories and jokes, finding an instant connection that makes time fly by.

as they walk through the park, yn stumbles over a rock, nearly falling. sunghoon catches her by the arm, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"careful there," he says with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

yn blushes, grateful for his quick reflexes. "thanks for saving me," she replies, her cheeks flushing pink.

they find a cozy spot under a tree, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above them. sunghoon pulls out a blanket, spreading it out on the grass before sitting down beside yn.

"here, let's sit," he says, patting the space next to him.

yn smiles, joining him on the blanket. they sit close together, their shoulders brushing as they talk about their favorite books and movies.

as the sun begins to set, yn reaches into her bag and pulls out a small picnic she prepared earlier. sunghoon's eyes light up at the sight of the food, and he eagerly digs in.

"this is delicious," he says between bites, his mouth full of food.

yn laughs, handing him a napkin. "glad you like it. i wasn't sure what you'd enjoy, so i made a little bit of everything."

after they finish eating, yn pulls out her phone and starts playing some music. sunghoon smiles when he recognizes one of his favorite songs, and he grabs yn's hand, pulling her up to dance with him.

they sway to the music, their movements perfectly in sync. yn can't help but feel a rush of happiness as she twirls around with sunghoon, their laughter filling the air.

as the night draws to a close, sunghoon walks yn to her doorstep, a shy smile playing on his lips. he hesitates for a moment before speaking up.

"yn, tonight has been amazing," he says, his voice soft and sincere. "I feel like I've known you for much longer than just a few hours."

yn's heart flutters at his words, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. "I feel the same way, sunghoon," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

sunghoon takes a step closer, his eyes locking with yn's. "there's something I've been wanting to do all night," he says, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.

yn's breath catches in her throat as she waits for him to continue. she can feel the anticipation building between them, the air crackling with tension.

"can I kiss you?" sunghoon asks, his voice barely a whisper.

yn's heart races at his question, her cheeks flushing with warmth. she nods, her lips curving into a shy smile.

sunghoon leans in slowly, his hand coming up to gently cup yn's cheek. their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss, the world around them fading away as they lose themselves in the moment.

-

"so, how was the date?" yuna asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

yn can't help but smile as she recounts the evening's events, from the charming picnic in the park to the impromptu dance under the stars. she can feel her cheeks flushing with warmth as she remembers the way sunghoon's lips felt against hers, sending a flutter of excitement through her.

"and then, at the end of the night, he asked if he could kiss me," yn says, her voice tinged with excitement.

but before anyone can respond, riki suddenly gets up from his seat, his expression unreadable.

"uh, sorry guys, I just remembered that I need to see my girlfriend," he says hastily, his tone clipped.

yn watches in confusion as riki hurries out of the room, leaving the rest of the group exchanging puzzled glances.

"that was strange," sunoo remarks, breaking the awkward silence.

yn furrows her brow, feeling a sense of unease settle over her. she can't shake the feeling that there's something riki isn't telling them, something lurking beneath the surface of his sudden departure.

-

the group's focus shifts back to school and studies, with exams and assignments looming on the horizon. they spend long hours at the library, poring over textbooks and notes, helping each other understand difficult concepts and prepare for tests.

despite the pressures of school, yn finds herself looking forward to each day, her heart still fluttering from her magical date with sunghoon. she feels grateful for the support of her friends, who are always there to lend a helping hand or a listening ear whenever she needs it.

as the weeks pass, yn's relationship with sunghoon continues to blossom. they go on more dates, exploring new restaurants and attractions in the city, deepening their bond with each passing day.

meanwhile, riki keeps his distance, his interactions with yn becoming more and more rare. yn can't help but feel a pang of sadness at the growing distance between them, but she knows that sometimes, people drift apart, and there's nothing she can do to change that.

yn finally gathers the courage to confront riki about his distance. one afternoon, as they sit together in the cafeteria, she broaches the topic gently.

"hey, riki, i've noticed that we haven't been hanging out as much lately. is everything okay?" yn asks, her tone filled with concern.

riki hesitates for a moment before responding, a forced smile on his face. "oh, yeah, everything's fine. i've just been spending more time with my girlfriend lately, you know how it is."

yn nods, accepting his explanation at face value. she doesn't want to push him if he's not ready to open up, but she can't shake the feeling that there's something he's not telling her.

"of course, i understand," she replies, trying to sound casual.

but deep down, yn can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. she misses the easy camaraderie they used to share, the inside jokes and late-night conversations. she wonders if things will ever go back to how they were, or if their friendship has changed irrevocably.

despite her doubts, yn chooses to believe riki's words, pushing aside her concerns for the sake of their friendship.

-

riki sat by the window, the soft glow of the evening sun casting warm hues across the room. his mind was anything but peaceful. he couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that had been gnawing at him for days. it all started innocently, just a casual encounter with yn at a local cafe. but now, it felt like a storm brewing within him.

he had a girlfriend, mina, whom he deeply cared for. they had been together for almost two years now, and she was his rock, his confidante. but lately, whenever he was around yn, something stirred inside him. it was a confusing mix of familiarity and attraction that he couldn't quite comprehend.

yn was an old friend, someone he had known since childhood. they had shared countless memories together, but their relationship had always been platonic. yet, as they caught up over coffee that day, riki couldn't ignore the subtle shifts in their conversation, the lingering gazes that lingered just a tad too long.

as he replayed their encounter in his mind, riki couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between them, something he had been blind to all these years. but the thought of betraying mina filled him with guilt and shame. she trusted him implicitly, and he couldn't bear to hurt her.

lost in his thoughts, riki didn't notice mina enter the room until she spoke his name softly. startled, he turned to face her, forcing a smile to his lips. but mina, ever perceptive, sensed his unease immediately.

"is everything okay, riki?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.

riki hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the turmoil raging inside him. but mina's gentle touch on his hand encouraged him to speak.

"i don't know, mina," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "i feel like… like i'm questioning things, things i thought i was certain of."

mina listened attentively as riki poured out his conflicted feelings, his heart heavy with guilt. when he finally fell silent, she reached out and cupped his face in her hands, her eyes filled with understanding.

"it's okay to have doubts, riki," she said softly. "but remember, what truly matters is how you choose to act on them. you have a choice, and whatever path you take, i'll be here for you."

her words offered him a sliver of solace amidst the chaos of his emotions. with a grateful smile, riki leaned into mina's embrace, feeling the weight of his doubts lift ever so slightly.

-

one lazy sunday afternoon, as sunghoon and you lounged on the sunlit balcony of your apartment, you suddenly perked up with an idea.

"you know what would be amazing?" you exclaimed, your eyes gleaming with excitement. "why don't we invite all our friends for a trip to the beachside?"

sunghoon's interest was immediately piqued as he turned to you, a grin spreading across his face. "that sounds like a fantastic idea! imagine all of us together, enjoying the sun, sand, and sea."

with your enthusiasm ignited, you wasted no time in gathering your laptops and diving into the task of planning the ultimate beach getaway. you started researching the best beach destinations, while sunghoon focused on finding accommodation options that could accommodate your group.

as you scrolled through countless travel websites and read reviews, you bounced ideas off each other, your excitement growing with each passing minute. you envisioned long days spent lounging on the beach, building sandcastles, and indulging in delicious seafood dinners as the sun dipped below the horizon.

after much deliberation, you finally settled on a picturesque beach resort that offered something for everyone—plenty of water sports for the adventurous, serene beachfront for the relaxation seekers, and vibrant nightlife for those who wanted to dance the night away.

with your destination chosen and accommodation booked, you wasted no time in sending out invitations to your friends. the response was overwhelmingly positive, with everyone eager to escape the hustle and bustle of city life for a few days of sun-soaked bliss.

with your enthusiasm ignited, you wasted no time in grabbing your phones and drafting a group text message to your friends. sunghoon leaned in eagerly, watching as you typed out the invitation.

"hey guys! ☀️🌊 we're planning a beach trip for spring break and would love for all of you to join us! 🏖️ let us know if you're in, and we'll start planning the details! 🎉"

with a tap of the send button, the message was on its way to jake, jungwon, riki, mina, sunoo, and yuna. you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as you imagined the fun times ahead with your closest friends.

as you waited for their responses, sunghoon wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "this is going to be epic," he said with a grin, and you couldn't agree more.

-

the day had finally arrived, and the car was packed with excitement as sunghoon revved the engine, ready to hit the road. yn sat beside him in the passenger seat, the wind tousling her hair as she glanced back at their friends piled into the back seats.

"alright, everyone ready?" sunghoon called out, a grin on his face.

"let's do this!" yn cheered, turning up the music.

as they pulled out of the driveway, the convoy of cars behind them, the group erupted into cheers and laughter. jake, sitting in the back, leaned forward, shouting, "sunghoon, don't make this a slow drive! we've got a beach waiting for us!"

sunghoon chuckled, glancing at yn. "you heard him, time to put the pedal to the metal!"

the music blared, and soon everyone was singing along, their voices merging into a cacophony of joy. jungwon, sitting in the back, started a game of "name that tune" with riki, while mina and yuna joined in, trying to guess the songs.

"i bet i can guess the next song within the first three seconds," sunoo declared confidently from the back seat.

"you're on!" yn exclaimed, turning up the volume even more.

as they drove, the banter and laughter continued, filling the car with a sense of camaraderie and adventure. sunghoon couldn't help but steal glances at yn, her smile lighting up her face, and he felt a surge of gratitude for these moments with his friends.

after a while on the road, the chatter in the car had settled into smaller conversations. riki found himself drifting into his own thoughts, his gaze wandering over the passing scenery. but no matter how hard he tried to focus on the conversation with mina, his attention kept being drawn to sunghoon and yn in the front seats.

sunghoon's hand rested casually on yn's knee, and every now and then, they would exchange a glance, a smile passing between them that spoke volumes. riki couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as he watched them, the easy affection between them reminding him of what he wished he had with mina.

shaking off the feeling, riki turned to mina, forcing a smile. "hey, babe, what do you think about stopping for some snacks at the next rest area?"

mina's attention had also been on sunghoon and yn, but she turned to riki with a smile, nodding in agreement. "sure, sounds good. i could go for some chips and soda."

as they continued their journey, riki made a conscious effort to engage more with mina, asking about her day and sharing stories from work. but every now and then, his gaze would drift back to sunghoon and yn, their laughter and whispered conversations a constant reminder of what he longed for.

deep down, riki knew that he needed to focus on his own relationship and cherish what he had with mina. but as they drove on, the lingering feeling of longing tugged at his heart, leaving him wondering if he would ever find the kind of love that sunghoon and yn shared.

at the rest stop, riki stepped out of the car, hoping the fresh air would clear his mind. he knew he needed to shake off the envy he felt towards sunghoon and yn, but it seemed to cling to him like a stubborn shadow.

as they walked towards the convenience store, riki found himself gravitating towards mina, slipping his arm around her waist. he hoped that by showing affection towards her, he could distract himself from the thoughts swirling in his mind.

mina glanced up at riki, surprised by his sudden display of affection, but she smiled warmly and leaned into his embrace. "everything okay, riki?" she asked softly.

"yeah, just wanted to be close to you," riki replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

meanwhile, yn observed the couple with a knowing smile, her eyes meeting sunghoon's briefly before she nudged him playfully. "look at them, aren't they adorable?" she remarked, gesturing towards riki and mina.

sunghoon followed her gaze, his lips curving into a fond smile as he watched riki and mina. "yeah, they really are," he agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice.

as they strolled towards the store, yuna and jake exchanged a glance, both noticing riki's unusual behavior. jake nudged yuna subtly, nodding towards riki and mina.

"do you think riki's okay?" jake whispered, furrowing his brows in concern.

yuna bit her lip, her gaze lingering on riki for a moment before turning back to jake. "i'm not sure. he seems a bit off, doesn't he? do you think he's regretting something?"

jake shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "maybe. remember when riki rejected yn a while back? could be that it's hitting him now."

yuna frowned, her mind racing with possibilities. "but he's with mina now. surely he wouldn't be dwelling on that, right?"

jake shrugged again, uncertainty clouding his features. "who knows? let's keep an eye on him, just in case."

as they browsed the aisles of the store, jake subtly veered towards riki, finding a moment when they were momentarily alone.

"hey, riki," jake began softly, his tone laced with concern. "is everything alright?"

riki glanced up, caught off guard by jake's question. he hesitated for a moment before nodding, a forced smile on his lips. "yeah, everything's fine. just tired from the drive, i guess."

jake studied riki's expression, sensing there was more to it than just fatigue. "are you sure? you seem a bit off today. is there something on your mind?"

riki shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to jake. "it's nothing, really. just some stuff i've been thinking about."

jake's concern deepened, but he didn't push further, respecting riki's privacy. instead, he offered a reassuring smile. "well, if you ever want to talk about it, i'm here, okay? we're all here for you."

riki managed a grateful smile, touched by jake's gesture of support. "thanks, jake. i appreciate it."

as the group arrived at the rented beach house, excitement bubbled among them like the waves crashing against the shore. sunghoon and the boys quickly offered to bring in the girls' suitcases, a gesture of chivalry that wasn't lost on anyone.

riki's eyes darted towards yn as he rushed to her side, eager to offer his assistance. but before he could reach her, yn smiled warmly and waved him off, insisting that sunghoon had it covered. sunoo and yuna exchanged knowing glances, sensing the tension in the air, but mina remained oblivious to riki's internal struggle.

"thanks, riki, but sunghoon's got this," yn reassured him, her voice gentle but firm.

riki nodded, his heart sinking slightly at the rejection, but he plastered on a smile and turned towards mina. "no problem, i can help you with yours," he offered, hoping to distract himself from the sting of disappointment.

mina beamed at him, grateful for his offer, and together they headed towards the car to retrieve her suitcase. as they walked, riki couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within him, wondering why he felt so unsettled by yn's rejection. but for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to enjoy their beachside getaway to the fullest.

-

inside the beach house, the sounds of laughter and excitement filled the air as the group settled in. yn and jake found themselves in the kitchen, working together to prepare lunch while the others explored the house.

as they chopped vegetables and stirred pots on the stove, jake couldn't help but feel the weight of the conversation he wanted to have with yn about riki. he cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully.

"so, um, yn," jake began tentatively, his eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "i couldn't help but notice that riki seemed a bit… off earlier. do you think everything's okay with him?"

yn glanced up from her task, pausing for a moment before setting down her knife. she met jake's gaze, her expression thoughtful. "yeah, i noticed that too," she admitted, her voice tinged with concern. "i'm not sure what's going on with him. he seemed fine before, but now…"

jake nodded, relieved that yn shared his observations. "do you think we should talk to him about it? maybe see if he wants to open up?"

yn considered for a moment before nodding in agreement. "yeah, that might be a good idea. it's always good to check in with each other, especially when something seems off."

with a shared sense of determination, yn and jake continued their meal preparations, but their conversation lingered on riki, both of them silently hoping that they could offer him the support he needed.

finding a secluded spot away from the others, sunghoon approached riki with a gentle demeanor, a concerned expression etched on his face. he knew he needed to broach the delicate topic with sensitivity, aware of the potential impact it could have on their friendship.

"hey, riki," sunghoon began softly, his voice carrying the weight of his concern. "i wanted to chat with you for a moment, if that's okay."

riki looked up, surprised by sunghoon's approach, but he nodded, sensing the seriousness in his friend's tone. "yeah, sure. what's on your mind?"

sunghoon took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "i've noticed that you've seemed a bit… preoccupied lately, especially around yn," he started cautiously. "and i just wanted to check in with you, see how you're doing."

riki's expression tensed slightly, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. "i'm fine, really," he replied quickly, but sunghoon could sense the underlying unease in his friend's voice.

sunghoon sighed softly, his gaze gentle yet firm. "look, riki, i know things might feel a bit complicated, especially with the history between you and yn," he continued, choosing his words carefully. "but you need to know that both of us have girlfriends now, and yn has moved on. she's with me."

riki's shoulders slumped, a mixture of relief and sadness washing over him. "i know," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "i guess… i guess i just needed to hear it."

sunghoon placed a reassuring hand on riki's shoulder, offering him a supportive smile. "it's okay to have feelings, riki. but it's important to respect boundaries and focus on the present. we're all here for you, okay?"

-

despite sunghoon's compassionate words and riki's own understanding of the situation, the confusion swirling within him refused to dissipate entirely. riki found himself caught in a tumult of emotions, torn between his lingering feelings for yn and the commitment he had to respect the boundaries of her relationship with sunghoon, as well as his own relationship with mina.

[mskenway97]

I'm going to write it, I've been thinking about it almost all day... a small drabble.

Well we all know tfp optimus but we can talk about its version 2.0, the update... that robust body... it doesn't have the slender body anymore but a little more stuffed. I came up with this.

If you want add more please go head

You've been avoiding Optimus for a while... but not because of anything bad or that you've been angry... since the upgrade you see him differently and he's given you some somewhat inappropriate thoughts for the autobot leader.

Try not to think about it but the thought haunts you more and more. You want to touch that tummy... it looks very comfortable... You want to sleep there...

But you didn't want Optimus to see it childish...

- little one, you seem distracted - Optimus said one day while you were having those thoughts again.

You woke up from your reverie to shake your head quickly - No, why do you think that - you said while you saw a black servo surround your body, with the upgrade its servos were bigger and it surrounded you completely like a little doll.

- What did we say about the lies," said Optimus somewhat playfully.

When you were alone with him he showed you a certain mischievous side that he wouldn't show to anyone on the base. And now he was walking to his room.

- I'd like to be honest... but I'm ashamed to say this," you said looking away with a blush as he looked at you with his optics.

You knew very well that penetrating look that could see into your soul.

- Well I... I couldn't help but have... certain thoughts.I mean your tummy looks squishy... I was wondering if well... I could get comfortable - you said, putting your fingers together and looking very embarrassed. It was the hardest thing for you to say, and maybe it would look weird.

With his digit he patted you on the head and was smiling.

-oh little one... of course yes... I like to feel your skin... besides... - said optimus while he was getting comfortable and putting you on his belly.

You settled down to realize it was much more comfortable than you thought it would be, you even snuggled in until you felt some digits gently kneading your body.

-Optimus?! What are you...? - you said but you felt more and more comfortable as he touched you with his digit going up and down. Giving you a shiver.

- shhh... you're not the only one who had certain thoughts... you're like a kitten now - said optimus as you were about to protest.

-I'm not... - you said but you felt some pressure that made you gasp a little, he wasn't applying force but you were applying force between his servos and his tummy.

-No, you're what? - said Optimus as he watched you give in.

-I'm your kitty ....

Optimus signed up to do this. Being robust had its advantages.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Sweatpants (Frank's version) ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: this is just an exploration in thirst (and smut) similar to the blurb I wrote for Matt, about slutty grey sweatpants. I want to lick him.

A very sweaty man, oral sex (m and f), come eating. E. Also, PLEASE, PLEASE reblog if you enjoyed, likes are nice, comments even better! There is NO algorithm on Tumblr, reblogs are how things are found on your dash! Thank you so much 💕

This isn't fair.

Yeah, it's hot, but it still isn't fair.

You'd long abandoned any notion of working out while you were at Fogwell’s tonight, Frank unknowingly saw to that. Your kettlebells lay off to the side, long forgotten. Your initial warm up would never have gotten you as heated inside as you are now, seeing what you're seeing.

Those goddamn grey sweats he's wearing are barely hanging on to his hips. You're sure they're actually screaming out to you for help.

Take us off, they seem to be whispering. You're honestly surprised they haven't yet fallen down of their own accord with the way he's been swiping hard at the punchbag for the last half-hour.

He performs the same routine over and over, several powerful jabs, hooks and uppercuts and then he'll back off, doing a little lap of the ring to reset himself. And every time you get a glorious view of his bare upper body, the way the sweat glows on his taut pectoral muscles, the way his abs flex as he moves, the gorgeous curve of his stomach, framed by the defined V lines leading your gaze all the way down from his swaggering hips as he strides past you.

Good God. His ass looks amazing too.

When he bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet you can't help notice something else bouncing up against the slack fabric of those fucking ridiculous sweats of his…

Your mouth is practically hanging wide open now. You blindly reach for the bottle of water next to you to quench your thirst, knocking it over and spilling some in the process.

It's just not fair.

He must know. He must. He's gotta know what all this is doing to you, how can he not?!

Your eyes lock onto an innocent bead of sweat, following as it slowly trails its merry way down his heaving body to the sweatband of his pants, soaking into the soft fabric where you know it'll leave that musky scent you just want nothing more than to bury your nose in.

You bite down so hard on your bottom lip you're beginning to wear a divot into it.

It's insane. They're slung so criminally low on his hips that you can almost see where his happy trail is leading, the dark fuzz drawing your eyes down again toward-

“You alright?”

That gruff, grizzled voice of his knocks you out of your reverie. Are you?

You resemble a doped up kitty that's just returned from the vet, your eyes wide, dark, and spaced out as he's suddenly very close to you right in front of your face. He's pulling off his hand wraps and leaning across to grab some water from the bag that's lying open on the bench next to you.

He smells so good.

You can feel the heat from his worked muscles radiating off him, can almost taste the fresh sweat off him, absently licking your lips again as you watch him run a hand up over his damp forehead and through his hair.

“Y-yeah?” When you eventually reply he cracks a smile that definitely ruins your panties, as if they weren't ruined already.

“Okay. M'gonna hit the shower.”

Oh

Oh no.

No no no, you can't have that.

“W-wait!” You stutter out, and you're on your feet, somehow the keys to the gym that Matt had left with you are grasped in your hand, and in a blur you're locking the door, pulling down all the blinds and you've got your fingers splayed over his chest trying to push Frank down onto the mat on the floor.

“Whoa, okay mama. It's like that is it?” Frank huffs out a chuckle but he goes exactly where you want him to, still catching his breath as you straddle his hips.

“...you're evil,” you murmur, tracing your fingertips over and around his nipples and watching how the muscles under your nails twitch as you draw them down to your target.

Frank looks up at you with that confused puppy expression with his brows almost crashing into each other that always melts your heart, but this time it's just making you even more determined.

“Evil huh? Shit. What have I done now?”

“Driving me crazy…”

“C'mon sweetheart, you gotta give me a clue or somethin’.”

You pull teasingly at the damp elastic waistband of his pants, “These.” you muse, letting it snap back against his skin then lowering yourself to lick slowly along the deep groove at his hip. Your eyes shut as you finally get the sweaty, musky taste of your man on your tongue. A soft grunt leaves him as he cranes his neck to watch, his dick already showing interest too as your mouth makes it way lower. He reaches down, his hand just resting on your shoulder, fingers tapping lightly to get your attention.

“H-hey darlin’, not that I don't appreciate it but… we doin’ this? Here? Now?” Frank asks with a very slight nervousness. It's freaking adorable.

You look up at him through your eyelashes knowing he'll fold soon enough. “Yeah we're doing this here and now, Frankie. I already told you - you're driving me crazy, and you were distracting me so much that I still need to workout.”

He smirks and you can see him start to get more comfortable with the idea of some naked shenanigans with you in Matt's gym.

“All because of these pants?” He asks.

“All because of those pants,” You reply, curling your fingertips around the waistband of them again. “along with the way you look like a giant snack in them.”

Frank scoffs, but lays his head back down and lifts his hips up as you tug at the ‘problematic’ pants to pull them down. Predictably, as discerned from your earlier observations, and much to your delight, he's gone commando today. You hum as his fully erect cock is freed, slapping against his stomach with a delicious smack.

“Fuck, Frank…’ you say, taking in the rare sight of him laying almost prone for you.

What to do…

“Hey princess, you're the boss.” He says perceptively, waiting so patiently for your lust-addled brain to decide whether you want to stuff your mouth or pussy with him.

It's a much easier decision than you thought, relishing in the familiar, quiet curses Frank is making as you start to work your way back up his thick, muscular legs, placing kisses wherever you want. When you reach his groin, you nose at the thatch of hair around the base of his cock, idly stroking and gently cupping his balls.

“Mm, I'm the boss.” You repeat back at him, smile sweetly as he grins at you.

“Yeah, that's right, oh shit-”

He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and his cock twitches as you move your lips to the base, your tongue sneaking out to kitten lick his ball sac, gradually moving upwards, starting to trace along the thick vein that runs the salty length of his perfect dick.

You listen and are rewarded with the soft, low moan that comes from his throat when you keep going, the flat of your warm, wet tongue lapping underneath the head. He throbs again, a drop of precum beading and ready to leak from his slit.

“You're so good for me, Frankie.”

He's got those deep brown eyes trained hard on you, licking his lips, his chest rising with the deeper breaths he's drawing. They only increase as you wrap your fingers to grip around the base of him and then swipe and swirl your tongue to taste him. He moans, biting down his lip as you take him into your mouth, sealing your lips around his girth. Having him, the man the rest of the world only knows as the Punisher, his pleasure at your mercy, is maybe the most powerful feeling in the world. Or maybe that's when you have your own thighs wrapped around his head. It's a tricky one to answer.

“Fuuuck, sweetheart…” Frank hisses out, his hands self-restrained by his sides, “Mm, jesus christ!”

You hum around him as you pull your lips back to his tip before taking him as deep into your throat as you can manage, your hand working the rest of him. You repeat the motion, spit dripping down to his length and over your fingers helping your squeeze and twist, feeling the way he's almost shaking beneath you.

“God damn you're so good, so damn good to me baby.”

Your free hand switches between reaching up to dig your nails into the meat of his pectoral muscle and sliding down between his legs to gently tug and tease his balls. He groans loudly, you'd made a point in the past of making it known to him just how much hearing the sounds of his pleasure turns you on, and he had gradually rewarded you with more and more feedback.

You're almost entirely focused on him but now you can no longer ignore the incessant ache at your core. You're slick from almost an hour of getting yourself worked up at the sight of Frank boxing, still sucking and licking the length of his cock as you slip your hand into your leggings and under the soft fabric of your underwear. You moan around him as the pads of your fingertips slide over your clit, aware that Frank is propping himself up on his elbows to watch you.

“You want my mouth, mama? C'mon an get up here. Sit right here baby, let me take care of you.”

You release him temporarily to shuck off the clothes from your bottom half because you cannot refuse an offer like that.

He curls his arms around your bare thighs as soon as you straddle him facing towards his feet, pulling you straight down onto his hungry mouth without delay. You grind down to meet him as he laps at your glistening cunt, a wavering moan leaving your lips as you reach again for his rock hard, weeping red cock. You stretch your tongue out to lick and suck what you can, jerking him off as he devours your pussy like it's his last ever meal.

This was supposed to be all about him but as usual he's managed to flip the script and somehow make it all about you. You're hardly complaining, no. In fact you're riding Frank's face hard as his encouraging moans vibrate right through your core. He loves going down on you, could even say he lives for it, inviting you to sit right on his face almost every time you're intimate with each other.

Now that he's not snug in your throat he bends his knees and starts to thrust his hips up against the direction of your firm strokes, driven by the way you're grinding and rocking your own more quickly, completely covering his mouth and chin with a sheen of your arousal. You concentrate the tight circle of your forefinger and thumb just under the fat, wet head of his cock, twisting and squeezing up and over because you know that's what gets him panting and praising you. More salty pre trickles out and you eagerly lap it up.

You yelp as Frank thrusts his tongue as deep as he can inside you, fucking you with it before he nudges forward again, slurping and sucking at your puffy clit. The tightness and tension of your impending release is gathering pace as you hear how feral Frank sounds between your legs. You can barely keep a rhythm with either hips or hands but it doesn't seem to matter as you can tell he's as close as you are. You're half worried you'll smother him with the ferocity and strength with which he's holding you so close to him, as if he needs you to breathe.

Suddenly, the tension snaps, hard. His tongue making you cry out, your legs shaking underneath your wildly undulating hips as you climax, calling out his name repeatedly like a prayer, the sound reverberating around the gym. Your hand is barely moving on his cock but it's you quivering and moaning in ecstasy right on his face that sets him off. He's tapping his fingers against your hips in warning, as very quickly afterwards his own hips jerk up and with a muffled groan against your pulsing pussy, his cock spurts its creamy load. You catch some on your waiting tongue, the rest dribbling warmly on your fingers and down onto his tensing stomach and abs.

After a brief moment getting your bearings and breath back, you're both humming, satisfied, and softly laughing with each other. He supports you as you gingerly lift your leg over his head and turn yourself around to face him. He's licking his lips, the biggest smile on his gorgeously wrecked face, his eyes half-lidded as he pulls you down to him for a languid kiss, tasting each other on you as your tongues slide over one another. At the same time you're trying to find somewhere to place your come-covered hand so it doesn't go everywhere and you don't lose your balance.

“Mmm, okay you can't tell me that wasn't fun.” You say, and then your lips turn down as you remember something vital.

“Shit.”

Frank looks up at you, his expression one of concern. “What's wrong?”

“Urgh, Matt will know. He'll know even if we clean the mats and everything!” You groan again, wiping off your messy fingers on Frank's discarded sweatpants. “He won't let this go, we probably won't be allowed back in the gym!”

Frank just shrugs, a damn sight more relaxed now as he cleans himself off with them too.

“I'm pretty sure Murdock's done way worse in here. He aint that pure."

His lips curl into a grin. "Anyway, don't know ‘bout you, but I'll be puttin’ the blame on these pants. More trouble than they're worth, ain't that right, sweetheart?”

[thought--bubble]

Kitty -Cat Part 4 (Revised)

Ettore X (Neuro-Divergent Reader)

Warnings after the break

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Warnings:: Ettore, swearing, male masturbation, heavy petting, violence (imagined)

"You bastard! Let her go!" A shrill voice breaks through his reverie, but he doesn't move. Not until he feels cold hands literally peeling him off.

Ettore wore a face of indifference. On the outside, he looked aloof, uncaring as he simply stated, "she rubbed up against me," making his way out of the laundry room.

On the inside, though, was the monster he was forced to hide. His rage made him feel almost light-headed as he made his way back to his room.

"You bastard!" Ringing through his head on an endless loop. He can still smell the soap from your hair feel your hair slipping through his fingers.

So. fucking. close.

He lays down in his bunk. Arms lay beside him fingers, tapping on the mattress. His entire body pumped with adrenaline. His plan had gone perfectly. Better than perfectly. Until Boyse, if she didn't already irritate him to no end now, now he feels the want to crush her. Stomp her. Anything. To keep her out of his way. He felt like a lion after a hyena stole his meal following a successful hunt.

His need to stalk his prey is heightened by the unfulfilling conclusion of their first encounter.

I will get what's mine

And hunt he does. He hovers like a vulture just outside your existence flittering around the edges. But he can't get close. Kitty like a nonsuspecting kitten just continuing about while Boyse acts like an overly alert mother cat. Sensing danger and protecting her young. The internal struggle not to lash out, coming close to overwhelming him.

Bide your time. Find an opening.

The following weeks drive him closer to madness, pushing him to the end of his patience. He tries moves he believes will be slight as to not arouse suspicion.

Get behind you at meal times. Nope. Boyse positions herself between you, and he fights the urge to take her and throw her from his path.

He stands behind you during exercises. Nope. Boyse moves you and stands in front of him.

He imagines himself punching her in the back of her head until she stops moving. Crawling over her dead body to you and finally claiming his prize.

It's coming. It can't be stopped now

He lays in his bunk, unable to get sleep. He has been running scenarios in his head, each one ending the same. With Boyse standing and laughing at him as his pretty kitty oblivious behind her purrs about.

No. I will take what is mine. I'll take it now

He slowly pulls himself out of his bunk. His feet lightly touch the ground, hardly making a sound. His eyes flit around the room to make sure his bunkmates are all still asleep. Luckily, they are. He moves quickly and silently out of the room and into the hallway of the ship. The hallway is dark lit by only the blue light they have all become accustomed to.

He moves straight across the hallway, moving stealthily and keeping close to the wall as he makes his way over to the women's quarters. The door is open, and as he moves into the doorway, he stops. He sees you. Head moving just slightly, no doubt rubbing that cute little face into your shoulder. His body starts to tingle, and his breath hastens as he imagines himself crawling atop you and shoving himself into your welcoming warmth.

Do it.

He sees an arm hanging down from the bunk above.

Boyse.

Even in her sleep, she puts herself between you. She isn't strapped down, and she didn't get her pills tonight. She will be easily woken. He starts to feel the anger building back up in his chest.

This bitch is always in the way

But you turn your head ever so slowly and look directly at him he feels his anger start to disappate leaving room only for that deep hunger he longs to satiate. You bring your hand up to your face and start petting your cheek.

He mimics the action, running his hand on his stomach. Up down, up down. Imagining that the skins he feels is not his own, but yours. He then slides his hand into his sleep shorts and grips himself tight. The need for release becomes ever present in his mind.

Eyes on me kitty

He starts to stroke himself languidly. Up down, up down. That familiar sensation and heat start building in his stomach as his speed slowly increases. Up down, up down. You haven't taken your eyes off of him. You simply move that pretty hand on your cheek. Up down, up down.

Ettore increases his speed, a fire blooming in his lower stomach and his breath coming out in pants. Watching that little hand and those sparkling eyes. Up down, up down. He can feel the band in his lower stomach is about to snap as his eyelids lower while he keeps his gaze locked on you. He grips the door frame with his other hand and bites his lower lip in an effort to stifle any sound. Finally, the band snaps, and a wave of euphoria rushes through him as he releases himself into his sleep shorts. He grunts and closes his eyes for a second, riding out the sensation.

He loosens his grip on the doorframe. As he comes down from his high and returns to his senses, he immediately turns and heads back to his room. Skating down the hallway in silence tight to the wall. He slips back into his room back into his bed undetected. Grabbing his second pair of sleep shorts to swap them out. After changing and cleaning himself up, he lays back on the bed, ready to fall asleep.

No more waiting

He awakes the next day determined to make a plan. He is smarter than Boyse. He has no doubts about that. So, how does she keep outsmarting him?

He late night escapade, coupled with the hours he laid awake plotting, made him a late riser today, He is late to morning meal, and the only other person remaining is Monte.

The high and mighty Monte. The pervayer of all that is honorable. Ettore rolls his eyes, grabbing his tray and sitting at one of the empty tables.

Ettore again tries to work out different scenarios in his head. Mapping out the layout of the ship, thinking he could use that to his advantage.

He hears your whine. He loves that whine. Sounds so..... pliable. He looks up to see you, his little kitty rubbing your face into your shoulder, looking between him and Monte.

Ettore's eyes scan the room.

No boyse. Boyse. is. not. fucking. here.

A smile spreads across his face. Here is kitty all vulnerable and alone. Desperately in need of a handler. He gets up, trying to mask the excitement he feels. He discards his tray, making sure to run the front of his body along the backside of yours. The contact caused his mouth to water, and when you let out another whimper, he knows. He knows he's got you. He goes to the doorway and looks out into the hallway, which is empty right now, so he needs to move quickly.

"Come Kitty," he motions you to follow him, and he knows you will. You're a good little pet. Well trained.

There has been a change in ownership

He leads you down the hallway to the metal ladder that leads down to the box. "Go down the ladder." he waves his hand towards the ladder while looking down both sides of the hallway, confirming that no one saw you.

He starts down the ladder. As his feet hit each wrung, he feels his anticipation building. That familiar fire burning in his gut. His feet hit the floor, and he looks at you. In an instant, he lunges for you, pushing you up against the wall. He shoves his hands in your scrub bottoms. You whine and try to move away from him.

He's confused for a second. He expected you would let him do as he pleased. That type of noise will surely draw attention.

"Shhh kitty shhh," he runs his fingers down your face in an attempt to sooth you, and as if all his prayers have been answered It works. Your body relaxes, and you lean into his touch. You put up no more resistance.

Curious

He kicks your feet apart and cups your heat while continuing to rub your face, and you let him. He runs a finger through her folds, and again, you let him. He can't help the noise that escapes his throat, a mix of a sigh and a growl

"This is perfect," he whispers. He knows how you operate. He knows how to make you bend to his will, and it's all too easy.

He yanks down your scrub bottoms, making sure to keep his other hand caressing your face. He gets them down enough goes to grab your hip.

Tap

His shoulders tense and that fire in his lower stomach travels up to his chest

Tap

He yanks your scrub bottoms up and looks towards the ladder

Tap

Tap

You take a step towards him and he glares.

Stay.

Tap

Tchemy jumps off the bottom of the ladder, eyes flicking back and forth between Ettore and you. Ettore is so filled with rage at this point that he is sure Tchemy can either see it on his face or sense it in the air.

Say it. Come on. Say it

Ettore's jaw clenched, and his biceps grew taught. He is trying with all his will to keep himself in check. Luckily for him, Tchemy just slightly lowers his head and bypasses you both, making his way to the box.

Ettore springs toward the ladder, shuffling up quickly. Interrupted again.

Almost had it. Almost had it!

He wants to punch walls. He wants to throw things. He wants to hurt someone. He wants someone to hurt him. He smiles. Yes. He wants someone to hurt him.

This will work.

A/N: I already wrote the next part because I got carried away writing this. Excited to edit and post it cause it's wild. 🤣🤣

Part 5

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[cleolinda]

Hello Kitty (Sanrio, 1987)

So my very first perfume was a tiny bottle from the Sanrio store when I was about seven years old.

I will stop here to say that the reason I love reading perfume reviews, especially user reviews on Fragrantica, is that they are 90% Proustian reveries. Scent is so difficult to describe—“It smells like strawberries.” Okay, but what do strawberries smell like? How do they smell different from cherries? You opened your mouth (or the keyboard on your phone) just now to tell me, and then you stopped because you know, but how do you explain it in words? You see what I mean. So people end up describing the things a fragrance reminds them of, the places they were when the scent enveloped them, the objects it lingered on, the time it occupied. We write about fragrance like ghosts. Scent is so difficult to put into words, and yet it evokes memory so powerfully: dreamy little snapshots of people’s lives.

This ghost has a little red bow on its head. So the company that makes Hello Kitty, Sanrio, had an entire flourishing store of sparkling pink and apple-red back in the '80s, in Alabama, and it was my favorite store (I nearly said "it was paradise," but that might be overstating it. Toys'R'Us was also pretty sweet). I loved Hello Kitty, but also My Melody (the rabbit with the pink hood), Little Twin Stars (Kiki and Lala, if you please), and later, Spottie Dottie (a Dalmatian who also loves pink), as well. I had a pastel blue and pink Twin Stars pencil box that was one of the treasures of my life, and a similar jewelry box—a smooth rounded cube with two drawers and a lid compartment, in which I kept chunky plastic rainbow rings. Tiny colored pencils, strangely scented erasers, shiny locking diaries—I loved to just wander the store with my patient mother, whether she actually let me get anything that time or not.

However, one of the things I did get was a tiny bottle of perfume. This was very important to a seven year old: a perfume of mine own. My mom would later give me those grown-up sample vials that sometimes came with her makeup purchases from the mall, but this was something sweet and innocent and fruity that smelled like me.

I still have it—it's long gone off now, winy in the bottle and powdery on my skin—and as I got older, I really wanted to find an adult equivalent. But it was so… generically sweet. I had no idea what it was supposed to be. Eventually I started to puzzle it out… some kind of fruit blossom? Cherry? Apple?

And then I started trying Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab samples. I discovered a now-discontinued one called The Hesperides: "Sturdy oak bark, dew-kissed leaves, twilight mist and crisp apple." It smelled almost exactly the same, just, you know… grown-up, with oakmoss. My Hello Kitty perfume had just been a simple, candyish apple scent the whole time.

And then I remembered, the key to everything: Hello Kitty is five apples tall.

[dinoburger]

Excuse me if this is rude but can you give some song recommendations? You shared body company a while ago and I'm interested in what other things you listen to

(P.S. feel free to ignore this if this is weird)

oh not at all, sure I can - I feel the same when I see other artists share music, it's interesting to see what makes people tick, and a lot of my work is inspired by music... although, I end up feeling like I'm not particularly savvy myself and I should try to listen to more and expand my tastes, I like sharing every so often

dark, thumpy electronic stuff gets me a lot, but I listen to whatever

Dr. Mabuse <- mildly obsessed with this since I was a kid, the dark, mysterious energy... big inspiration for my stuff with Silas/Merasmus

Smashing the Opponent, Big Brother, Holding out for a Hero, Lay Down

I probably don't need to mention Mr Kitty but Destroy Me was the song that got me into his music, I thought it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard at the time hahaha

I was introduced to The Knife's Silent Shout through One Hit, the whole album is good but Marble House stuck with me...

I have a soft spot for silly songs about sex so I must mention E-Rotic, I was a bit obsessed with Murder Me

[RIP=RELEASE] <- I am a vocaloid nerd I'm afraid, this one I've come back to regularly for the last 10 years since I first heard it, this cover just happens to be one of the better ones

Ghost n Pals is pretty well known, especially for Reckless Battery Burns, but the sequel song End World Normopathy grew on me with its crunchy industrial sounds (Scapegoat and Pathological Facade too)

little bit obsessed with MARETU's new song Even Though I Loved You and PINK is one I come back to regularly

not really a secret that I'm a BLACK DRESSES fan - HELL IS REAL and Heaven come to mind, Ada's solo album UGLY DEATH NO REDEMPTION ANGEL CURSE I LOVE YOU is good too

of course STOMACH BOOK's work, lately anarchy!!!

rediscovered Emilie Autumn while working on NGBF - Opheliac and Dead is the New Alive stand out as inspirations

Cut/Clap (obligatory Will Wood, another big inspiration for Silas + Barnabus)

also a fan of Glass Animals, ZABA and How to be a Human Being albums are both really good, Black Mambo and Mama's Gun are my most recent obsessions

Monstrosity is known as a vocaloid composer but I enjoy their non-vocal boss battle themes more? Rikki-Tikki Reverie and Malpractical (side note, Kalkori still remains to be one of the coolest monster designs I've ever seen)

Greenwich in the Sky [remix]

Terrible Ride <- I didn't want to bring this artist up if I could help it but I have to confess, the Queenstons remains an influence

....AAAAAH I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH.

[arcplaysgames]

Alice gets bored of these losers and demands that they be thrown in the trash.

I love the little detail that Morgana lands on his feet bc he's a cat, that's really cute.

No one is 'really like' anything, Ryuji, the self is malleable and internal malice that is not released upon the world is toothless. The presence of l'appel du vide does not mean a heart has been corrupted and may not even been a problem in search of a remedy. Our actions in reality are what dictates what is real by definition.

Anyway yeah we're in a trash dump, let's get out of here.

REVERIE WHY DID YOU TOUCH THAT

ooh big spooky block? well well don't mind if I do. THIS IS HOW DOCTOR WHO EPISODE 1x06 "DALEK" HAPPENED, REVERIE!

Now do we say that Sophia or Sophia, because that's super important to me.

What would you like me to become, that's a fascinating question.

Now........ was that a manifestation of what Reverie wants or do you have some kind of prime directive going on? I hope it was Reverie because there would be something understated and sweet about Reverie imbuing a blank slate with his desire for companionship after so long away from his friends.

But also that's probably not what's going on here.

i'm SCREAMING about Morgana being in shocked mode and defaulting to "uh can I help you" HONESTLY says SO MUCH about him

also we're definitely referencing Sly Cooper here right

Persona 5's DNA is literally like 70% Sly Cooper and 30% Bryan Fuller Homoromanticism. That's how you get Persona 5.

man i miss sly cooper.

MORGANA YOU ARE A MEOW MEOW PSSPSSPSSPSS WHISKERY MINT LOVING KITTY CAT. and i love you.

DON'T JUST NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE, what noun are you putting behind that possessive form, Ryuji, I am DYING to know

are you assuming reverie is adopting another little sister out of the blue bc that does admittedly have precedent. he is an old hand at finding slightly feral traumatized girls and slowly assisting them in acclimating to society.

hm. reverie should be a social worker. he'd probably be great at helping people who have been through traumatic events.

HMMMMMM

/squints at

hm.

we're gonna get along great, sophia, so long as you don't turn out to be a magical manifestation of a spooky phone app that is like Alexa but with Occult powers. please don't wind up being the evil app.

[longtimenospooning-luci]

Seokjin:

Updated 01/16/24

On Your Knees - @borathae

Hot water, thick steam and your boyfriend on his knees begging for your forgiveness. What a pleasant turn of events indeed….

How to Fake a Boyfriend - @bts-reveries

you are like every other youtuber, uploading videos once a week, collaborating with other youtubers in your city, following all the trends, etc. you were usually all about the aesthetics, beauty, fashion, food, and artsy vlogs. until one night, you got a hate comment from a day one subscriber. calling you boring and ‘no longer interesting enough to watch’. so with the help of a couple of your fellow youtuber friends, you were about to change that. pranking your subscribers and followers was never in your forte, but what happens when the single since birth youtuber: lovelyn, suddenly has a boyfriend?

Lay Me Gently - @ddaenggtan

there is no time for loneliness among the fires of your forge, no room in your buzzing mind for thoughts of anything but your next invention and the pain in your leg. your life is tilted off its axis, though, when your parents arrange a marriage without your knowledge or consent, and your new husband begins to situate himself into your life despite protests from either of you. you don’t know what Zeus and Hera have planned, but a volcano is no place for a love god like Seokjin.

Half-Baked Holiday - ^^

That Seokjin, don’t get me started on him. He’s worked hard to open and run that bakery of his, you know, and I’m so proud that it’s so successful now. Wish he would find a nice person to settle down with, though, he deserves it, as long as he’s been on his own. Well, I guess you can’t really call it alone when he’s got that grump of a best friend always hanging around him. He really should be paying her, what with all the time she spends at the bakery with him. She’s always waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but she’s not so bad when she brings me some of those cookies of his, or just around Seokjin in general, if I’m honest. Too distracted by staring at that pretty face of his, I suppose, though who can blame her?

Raspberry Truffles - @gukyi

how to fake date your best friend: step one - don’t fall in love with them. failed step one.

Seven Seconds in Heaven - @jimlingss

In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven seconds before they are ripped away.

Worshipers of the Sun - ^^

After the war, the God of Sun married the Goddess of Love to exemplify that such devastation will never occur again. But you knew his affections were untrue and fled. After a century, Seokjin goes looking for you to bring back home.

Silly Kitty - @jincherie

Hybrid Jin gets taken in by MC when all he wanted was a good home for his little found family of other hybrids. Fluffy, fluff, fluff!

Have Mercy - @justcallmenikki7

Jin is forced to break up with you because of BigHit.

I will, I Promise - ^^

you and your friend get attacked and you wish death upon them and your boyfriend is happy to comply.

Nerves - ^^

you meet your boyfriend, Seokjin’s, alter ego, Jin. 

Beside You - @kimnjss

he’s bad for you. from the commitment issues to the endless scandals. sworn to never settle down… well, that’s until he sees how happy you can be without him. now he’s willing to do anything to keep from losing you to your so-called ‘perfect boyfriend’. feat. Jimin

Fire and Darkness - @kpopfanfictrash

Persephone!y/n + Hades!Jin

Heathens - ^^

A mafia princess who recently inherited the throne, you are forced to play by the rules in a world you despise.

Teach You - @lachimolala7

mafia au, arranged marriage au, fluff

Arrested - @ladyartemesia

Detective Kim Seokjin x Criminal Reader

Farewell - @mirahuyooo

The legends tell of a young man, whose life concluded with his reflection, and a young nymph, who fell for him insistently. He rejects her, as he does with any other and she’s heartbroken—or so the tales say.

Lucky at Cards, Unlucky at Love - @namjoonxorg

Mob ties run deep within the US, so much so that crime has become a business in of itself; Kim Seokjin is a pioneer of this métier. He, along with his 6 other business partners, somehow manage to keep Kim Co. and its illegalities largely separated. However, when Min Y/N, the adopted sister of Min Yoongi, begins to unravel lose ends about her past, the strings between the company and the crimes seem to be tying increasingly tight.

Burden - @neonlights92

After the death of his wife during childbirth Kim Seokjin is unable to hold his baby daughter without grief taking control. Just three weeks after the love of his life is taken from him so suddenly, Jin is expected to marry somebody new. You are foolish and have spent your whole life pining after Kim Seokjin from afar, even after he marries your best friend, Seul.  But suddenly Seul is gone and you are expected to marry Jin and raise his child. You know your heart is already in it, but what about his?  

Dangerous Situation After an Argument - @thebangtancloud

Read if you need something to make you cry.

Safe with Me - @writersrealmbts

You’ve always wanted to help people, and suddenly, you’ve been given the chance to help three hybrids who are down on their luck: Jimin, a cat hybrid, Jungkook, a bunny hybrid, and Jin, a dog-hybrid. Opening your home and your heart to these three, anything could happen. Including you getting hurt.

The King's Daughter - @writtenwhalien

Seokjin x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au.

Currents - @yeoldontknow

Jin thinks he’s loved you since the moment he saw you, back when you were teenagers; Jin knows he’s been in love with you, the soul burning kind of love, since he saw you on your wedding day. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate on his level, he’s just happy to show you he cares. Until one day, he simply can’t anymore. Until one day, you realize you need to show him you care, too. 

Love Forsaken - @yoongi-sugaglider

hanahaki disease~ a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one sided love. If the love is not returned the person suffering can only escape the disease through death or surgery to remove the flowers along with the emotions connected to them.

[jackactuallywrites]

Peace Amidst Chaos

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Original Female Character Rating: Mature (mostly for the setting) Warnings: MC is a sex worker Summary: In an alternate 90s universe, Sergeant Simon 'Ghost' Riley goes to a peep show and unexpectedly finds solace there Notes: This one is third person! But Kitty can be a self insert ez Special Thanks: Darling Deer, my beta reader! And Core always <3 Word count: 2,257 ao3 link

Sitting in the stall, filing her nails as she waited for the kettle to boil, idly listening to the sound of sex through the thin walls, it was hard to remember a time when Kitty had felt out of place here. It had only been a year or two since those early days when she had cringed at every smutty noise and flinched at every loud sound, but she had soon found herself a home here, constructing a thick skin to protect herself like every other resident here, but most importantly, she had found her family. 

It was a family like most others in the city, made out of those who had lost their families elsewhere and had come to forge new, stronger bonds, one that could no doubt be found in a thousand apartments across the city, but still, it was special to her. After all, she was only here because of her newfound family, able to earn her own living rather than being penniless out on the streets; the debt owed to Dolly and Rose not only counted in gratitude but in the very clothes on her back, right down to the skimpy lingerie she was wearing underneath one of Rose's luxurious dressing gowns.  

The kettle squealed as the water boiled, and Kitty lazily pushed herself off the counter where she'd been sitting, her bare feet slapping on the linoleum floor as she walked over to take the kettle off the heat, pouring it into the waiting metal flask, before setting it back on the hob on a lower flame, knowing that sooner or later someone else would want a fresh brew. 

In the brief time between taking the teabag out of the mug, tossing it, and then going to the fridge to get the milk, Rose entered the small kitchen that served as the break room, punctuating his entrance with a small twirl, his baby blue chiffon robe twirling out around his waist. "Kitty! You made one for me?" She smiled at him, fetching his mug from the cupboard and setting it down beside her own, dropping in a teabag and pouring in the boiling water, taking the teaspoon out of her mug to stir his, "As always, Rosie. Good night so far?" He shrugged casually, tall enough to grab the sugar from the top shelf that Kitty had had to step up on her tiptoes to get, "So so. Pretty quiet. Military guys don't dare indulge themselves with all their mates around. You?" Kitty squeezed the teabag before tossing it in the bin, "Not bad. Enough to buy dinner for us tonight." 

Their brief reverie was broken by the sound of the buzzer, and they glanced up at the board to see which one was lighting up. Kitty groaned at the sight of the bright red bulb underneath the number three, screwing the top and attached cup on her flask and then quickly slipping into her black strappy heels. Rose bent down to press a kiss to Kitty's cheek as she straightened up before leaning back against the counter, lifting his mug to her in a salute as she trotted out of the kitchen and down the tight hallway, passing a dozen slim doors until she reached the one with the bronze three screwed to the thin wood beneath the slightly peeling green paint.

 It was generous to call the small space Kitty worked out of a room; it was little more than a concrete cupboard, the door whacking against the wall every time she came in. With it closed behind her, it was more than a little claustrophobic, three feet by three feet, if that, with half the room taken up by the small camping stool she unfolded in the middle, placing her flask down on the floor by her feet. She grabbed the compact mirror she left on the thin beige carpet beside her emergency book for slow nights and then sat on the stool, inspecting her face to make sure her large false eyelashes were still properly attached and her lipstick perfectly smudge free. 

The rattle of the coin in the slot snapped Kitty to attention, leaving her just enough time to flip her compact closed and drop it on the floor by her flask before the thin metal frame that covered the thick glass window in front of her began to rise, rattling a little in the frame as it did so. She shrugged out of her warm gown, letting it hang around her shoulders, revealing the slope of her neck and the delicate lacy straps of her purple lingerie, offsetting her pale skin perfectly. She adjusted the cups of her bra to make her boobs sit higher, shaking out her long dark hair before finally turning her attention to the brief light she could now see coming from underneath the rising metal plate.

It wasn't unusual for the first thing she got a glimpse of to be a dick; after all, this was why most men came here, to get a quick fix staring at whoever was behind the glass, yet this man seemed to have at least a little patience; having not even unzipped his dark blue jeans. Kitty did her best to arch her back and stick her chest out, striking a classic seductive pose as the cover rose further, revealing more of the man on the other side, the dark grey of his fleece, typical military attire. There was nothing particularly remarkable about him until the frame rose high enough for her to see his face. 

What was remarkable about his face was that she couldn't see it. The man was wearing a black knit balaclava with a white skull painted on the fabric, his eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses. It was more than a little intimidating, but Kitty was here to do a job, so she brushed off the unease and leant forward, leaning her hands on her legs and pressing her elbows into her chest to make it even more prominent, tilting her head at the man, teasing the strap of her bra down her shoulder. Still, he remained motionless; she couldn't even tell if he was ogling her from underneath his shades. 

Of course, it was her job to coax the shyer ones out of their shells, to encourage them to piss away their money on getting a longer look at her, so she continued on her quest, letting her robe slip off her onto the stool, revealing the entirety of her body to the man on the other side, waiting to see if that elicited any sort of reaction from him, yet still, he didn't move an inch. It didn't seem as though any part of him was excited by her; when she let her eyes drop down to his crotch, playing up as though she was desperately attracted to him, she could see that there was nothing pressing up against the fabric of his jeans. 

Even with the shy ones, there was always some hint of arousal, but this man was giving her nothing, not a single shred of desire to work with. Kitty kept her face alluring, but the gears in her brain were spinning, trying to figure out her next angle. Her voice flowed with the sultry quality that had become second nature to her as she looked over the man again, trying to find a new avenue to get to him, "What's your name, darling?" The man shifted in his seat, folding his arms across his chest, his voice deep and hoarse, "Ghost." It wasn't unusual for those who came in to give a false name; after all, Kitty herself was using a pseudonym, so she rolled with it, letting the name roll off her tongue as though it was the most seductive word ever invented, "Ghost. What brings you here tonight?" He shrugged non-committally, his tone flat. "Lads are out on the town." 

With a grinding sound, the metal shutter began to slide back down, coming down far quicker than it had risen. There was just enough time for Kitty to blow a kiss to Ghost, her usual parting gift, before he was gone from view, bringing the slightly strange encounter to an end. It would be at least a minute until the next patron came in, so Kitty took the opportunity to lean down and grab her flask, quickly unscrewing the top to take a sip of the still-scalding hot tea as she listened for the tell-tale sound of the curtain being pulled open and closed on the other side of the glass.

Coins rattled in the other side of the booth as they were pushed in once more, and Kitty cursed under her breath; she hadn't heard the curtain go, so she still had the flask cup in her hands, the main body of the flask pressed between her thighs. There wasn't enough time to put it away, and she never liked to look rushed, always wanting to seem at ease, perfectly comfortable with every situation, so she kept the cup in her hands as she watched the metal barrier go up, idly taking another sip. 

To Kitty's surprise, Ghost was still sitting on the other side, settling back into his seat after having leaned forward to put more coins in. She hadn't expected to see him again that night, assuming he was only there for the bare minimum required to fit in with the lads or that he would have gone to find someone more suited to his particular taste. "Back so soon?" She questioned playfully, going to screw the top of her flask back on. Ghost shrugged again, a seemingly common gesture for the man, gesturing towards her flask with his hand, "Don't stop on my account." 

The realisation dawned on her then; she had dealt with this type of patron before, the types that wanted to show kindness, to feel as though they were a good person, 'saving' her from having to show her body, as though that wasn't explicitly what she signed up for, never mind the fact that she preferred not to have to make conversation; she hadn't mastered the easy chitchat that seemed to come so easily to the others. Regardless, it made little difference to her; she would get paid either way. Kitty settled onto her little stool more comfortably, pulling the sleeves of her gown back up and wrapping the tie more firmly around her waist. She took a sip of her tea, then looked at Ghost, feigning curiosity, knowing that what these saviours truly wanted was to have their egos stroked. 

"So," Kitty began, as though she hadn't already clocked the answer, "What do you do?" "’M a Soldier." She smiled at him, "So you go halfway across the world and risk your life to protect people like me?" When he only shrugged in response to her question, Kitty's smile dropped a little. If there was one thing she knew, it was that soldiers loved to talk about themselves, to big up their achievements and make it sound as though they were the only things standing between the functioning world and sheer anarchy. She tried again, deciding to hedge her bets that this was a man who had very specific tastes. "Is there anything in particular you'd like me to do for you, Ghost?" He shifted in his seat, and Kitty waited to hear the no doubt perverted request he had come here to sate. 

"Talk."

Though Kitty liked to consider herself a professional, her brow raised quizzically at Ghost's request; usually, the men who wanted simple company went to someone who could actually sit with them for hours rather than one who was stuck behind glass, unable to be touched. She wasn't about to turn down an easy opportunity to make money, though, so she merely tilted her head to one side questioningly, "Would you like me to talk about anything in particular?" Yet again, he shrugged. "Surprise me." 

Even with her closest friends, Kitty struggled in conversations, and here was a complete stranger asking her to talk, putting the onus of the topic entirely on her. Her eyes flicked down to where she kept her book stashed, and she leaned down to grab it, holding it up so Ghost could see the cover, "How about Bram Stoker's Dracula?" He dipped his head in a slight nod. "Go ahead." Kitty settled herself more comfortably on her stool, slipping off her heels and crossing one leg over the other as she flipped through to the first page of the book, mostly tuning Ghost out entirely as she began to read, allowing herself to become immersed in the words.

For the next half hour, the only sounds in their small booth, other than the ever-present grunts and groans from elsewhere, were the sounds of Kitty reading, occasionally punctuated with the turning of a page, and the gentle clink of Ghost putting more coins in the slot. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had a client in for this long before; at times, she almost forgot he was there entirely, so enraptured in her book, only ever reminded of his presence when he topped up the remaining time with a coin or two. It was only when the metal shield came out with that familiar grinding sound that Kitty finally looked up from her book, her last sight of Ghost him with his hands crossed over his chest, rising and falling with his soft, slow breath. 

[docholligay]

Taking The Bit

For her birthday, Jetty asked for a Kitty and Seth story, and I have done my best to give her something I think she'll enjoy. 2600 words. the whole tag for their adventures is here!

Seth wasn’t given to complimenting the world about much of anything, but she had to admit there was something she loved about the busy market days just before a festival. Bakeries opened their doors, the fresh scent of breads pouring into the street, baskets filled with loaves decorated with nuts, and fruits, and carvings of birds. Casks of wine, ready for tapping, hefted onto tables. All manner of things grown and gathered, brushing up against the freshly hung animals of that morning’s slaughter. It was a feast for the sense, and it made me people merry, and merry people didn’t generally cause Seth any trouble, and, more importantly, were easy to convince of almost anything. 

She and Kitty had been in this town only a day or two, a spot between an Elvish city and some human outpost with a cat wizard as their queen, both of whom were rumored to have information on the oracle who’d prophesied Seth’s birth, and her coming into the power, and how she was chosen. Regrettably, it seemed like said oracle was now dead, and so it would be a long week of asking questions of people, some of whom knew, and wouldn’t talk, and some of whom didn’t know, but desperately wanted to be included, and Seth wasn’t sure which she hated more. 

But whatever annoying things lay in the future, Seth was here now, with Kitty, and it was good to be at a market on festival day, sitting on her back as she strolled up to the open window of a tavern where beer came to the streets with a smile. 

The sounds of bards and small-time circus performers rang through the air, but Seth could hear the whispers beneath them, like a far-off brook in the middle of a dark forest. Kitty either didn’t notice or decided getting her beer was more important as she spoke to the man in the window. Seth should be used to it by now, the way people looked at the two of them. Centaurs were never seen anywhere, any exchanges done by only a handful of merchants that ventured to the north and didn’t mind their gruff manner and intense insularity. 

Seth often thought that if she ever decided to retire from challenging her own destiny, she might convince Kitty to become a trader with her. She could get better deals from the centaurs with Kitty as her partner, and Seth had her finger on the pulse of what was popular in all the different cities, as well as what would be popular if the centaurs could be talked into anything but simple exchanges of grain and antler knives. Seth’s mind began to swim with the possibilities: Kitty wore a belt and hatband with a sort of carved and dyed leather, and Seth had seen the looks given to it in the towns, and that little beaded pin in her hatband? The tiny knife she carried that could fold, and had a running centaur inlaid into the antler? All this suggesting craftwork that Kitty didn’t seem to think exceptional, but Seth knew would sell for top dollar; Kitty was impressed by silly things like painted silk anyhow. To say nothing of her extreme wealth once she convinced them to sell the secret of that revolving gun--

“Seth Fuzlae and Kitty McCrae, you are under arrest for theft, conspiracy to commit murder, public drunkenness, public nuisance, smuggling, assault, extortion, trespass, forgery, breach of prison, and public nudity.” 

Seth was torn from her reverie and imminent wealth by a city guard with a paunch and a flopping mustache, who unfortunately was accompanied by five much more impressive-looking friends

Kitty turned back to Seth. “How many of those’d we do?” 

“At least half.” She spread her arms wide to the police officers, “Oh, fine officers of the law! This is simply a case of mistaken identity, not our first, I’m afraid.” 

“Heh.” He put his hands on his hips. “Just another green haired gnome and patchy centaur out on the town, is it?”

“It’s called a paint pattern.” Kitty said, finishing her beer and slmmaing the tankard back on the windowsill.

“Of course!” Seth stood up on Kitty’s back and gave her a light kick. “Certainly you can’t think that only one gnome may have green hair, nor that you be the only blonde human, nor that my centaur friend here cannot have a similar coat to any other.” 

He barely acknowledged her. “You’ll be coming with us.” 

The group of six tightened around them, and Kitty backed herself against the wall. There was no hesitation in any of them, swords drawn, advancing slowly but all too steadily as Seth tried to think. 

“Welp,” Kitty started for her gun,her brow furrowed “I’ve no intention of going in.” 

“Interesting fact! We don’t have to!” She hissed into Kitty’s ear. “These people have never seen a centaur, not a real one.” 

Seth was speaking to Kitty, but it occurred to her she may as well be speaking to herself, for all Kitty paid attention when she was angry. 

“Kitty, you can’t shoot all of them.” Seth whispered through gritted teeth. 

“Hide and watch.” Kitty’s hand gripped the butt of her pistol, and Seth leapt off her back in front of the police. 

“Would we really find a centaur the most clever outlaw?” Seth gestured widely. “I told you, officers, that we’ve been mistaken for this Seth and Kitty before.” 

The policemen crossed their arms. “Aye?”

“And I understand!” Seth’s charm, when she wasn’t being actively hateful, could be quite, well, charming,  and she was fully using it now, drawing the men into her story. “Perhaps we bear a passing resemblance. But gentlemen, as a world-famous,” with this she stretched her hands across the sky, “centaur trainer, let me tell you, they are no great masterminds of crime.” She laughed. “May a cow be a thief? A sheep turn traitor?” 

“Centaur trainer?” 

She bowed low. “Qeck Zizulpless, known throughout towns and nations for my entertainments, you’ve heard of me no doubt. I come to join the entertainers of the market, for this your great festival” 

The men looked at each other, but none of them seemed confident enough in the face of her bravado to deny it. 

She bowed low and called out to the passersby. “Come one! Come all! See the magnificent and storied DANCING CENTAURS of the far lands!” She learned toward the men, who leaned in toward her, mystified by no magic other than Seth’s own personal charm. “My steed, Pearl Birch.” 

They looked at Kitty, staring, and Seth looked back at her, quietly mouthing, ‘come on.’ 

There was a pause, and everyone in the street held their breath for a moment, waiting to see. 

Kitty snorted and pawed at the ground with her hoof, shaking her head. 

Seth gave a deep sigh of relief and continued on her dramatic speech. “Such things as you have never seen, far and wide! A TRAINABLE CENTAUR.” She gestured to the crowd. “I captured her myself, as a colt, her parents slain by wolves,” she tried not to look back at Kitty, hoping she was simply still pretending to be the stupid animal the larger world already took her for, “I raised this wild creature and she trusts only me! Stand back!” 

A man clutched his child a little tighter, and Seth’s eyes glistened with the joy of the con. There was an undeniable joy in making people think what you wanted, even more so when they only needed to be compelled by her mouth and not her magic. 

Even the guards were standing and watching, their swords drooping as they stared at Kitty, the wonder in their faces. Wonder that Seth was extremely ready to turn into fear. 

“Now centaurs, of course, are dangerous animals, attacking even each other in great warlike bands,” She turned around and looked directly at Kitty, “KICKING their enemies to death.”

Kitty took the cue, and slammed her back legs into the wall behind her, the plaster cracking and trembling, a piece of shale falling from the roof. The crowd gasped, and one child burst into tears. 

“Now Pearl,” Seth began to walk backwards slowly, her palms outstretched. “I want you to walk toward me. Slowly. Me. See only me. Forward, girl!” 

Kitty slowly stepped toward Seth, who was backing her way toward the apparent captain of all of these guards, the one with the mustache that Seth thought his loved ones should be kind enough to tell him looked incredibly stupid. Kitty stepped heavy, slamming every hoof down into the ground as everyone stared, silent. 

Seth felt herself in the shadow of the captain, and drew Kitty just a little closer to her. Her eyes glinted as she raised a fist to the sky. 

“Pearl! Up!” 

Kitty reared on her back legs, the image of her so striking against the wide blue of the sky that one person muttered a prayer to some small-time God, and then, after a few held seconds, Seth brought down her hand, and Kitty reacted in perfect concert, thudding her hooves down right in front of the captain, who suddenly looked as if he’d never heard of Seth Fuzlae. 

Seth laughed and turned around, backing away from the captain and working the crowd, Kitty still glaring at the man in front of her. 

“But that’s not all! No! Hold your coins!” Seth tossed her hair “And perhaps they will multiply. As I show you something not seen outside of the arcane and mysterious realms, where I received my training in the calming of wild beasts. In these lands, far away, and long-hidden, the finest of their trained warriors, sujch as myself, prove their worth in a dance with their mount, as I will show you today.” 

Seth strode confidently over to Kitty and clucked her tongue toward her. Kitty obediently set Seth on her back, though Seth really did wish she would stop glaring at that man like she meant to kill him later and just enjoy the show. She had no flair for the theatrical and it was her greatest flaw, short of thinking her should shoot her way out of anything. 

“It is an ancient kind of dance they call...DRESSAGE! Bard!” She pointed to a man with a lute “Some music, please!” 

Seth sat down on Kitty’s back, trook up the strap on Kitty’s holster, and took a deep breath. She wouldn’t reach into Kitty’s mind. She had promised she never would, and she never had. It wasn’t that Seth minded breaking a promise, but it seemed wrong after they’d spent this time together in a way it seemed merely a way to keep Kitty from abandoning her earlier. Maybe she was getting soft in her old age. 

In any case, she simply had to hope that Kitty would understand what she meant. That she would feel it. 

“Hup hup!”

 As the bard’s jaunty little tune began, Seth gave a little bounce on Kitty’s back, and she responded, bouncing forward so slowly that she almost seemed to be standing in place. The crowd began to point, and clap, and a young man pulled on the reins of his horse, who simply looked at him, annoyed. The music continued as she pulled lightly on Kitty’s side, and Kitty crossed her legs one over the other, gpoing in a sideways motion, to the awed gaze of the crowd, hands dansheing to mouths as Seth swayed her head and gestured with a wide smile. Kitty turned in a tight pirouette as she hopped, children digging into their parents’ pouches for coins. 

Seth indicated to the bard that she wanted a big finish, and he sped up, as Kitty broke into a small gallop and turned around a cask of ale, then another of wine, running back to the crowd as Seth took Kitty’s hat off and held it out to the waiting crowd, who applauded wildly as Kitty stopped and reared once more, the crowd throwing coins as Seth beamed. Of course, a few of them struck Kitty and Seth, so after a moment, they swept down to the crowd, holding out that hat as it grew nearly too heavy for Seth to carry. 

“Never forget!” Seth proclaimed, making her voice boom with her natural vigor and a touch of magic, “The fine, fine trick you have seen played this day. Remember the name of Qeck Zizulpless, wizard of the time, tamer of terrifying, and--”

Kitty gave an annoyed, and, Seth meant to tell her later, a very fake sounding, whinny. 

“But we must fly from here, for there is yet another festival that awaits us, new people seeking to be amazed! By feats unknown, and dangers unfeared. Gentleman.” She tipped the edge of Kitty’s hat and very nearly lost a coin. “Pearl! Away!” 

They galloped off into the forest before anyone had the time to think that it was anything but the finest show they had ever seen. It was silly to think of a centaur as a criminal anyhow.

____

Seth counted her money, as she sat by a low fire on the edge of a meadow. It was true, though, the larger part of her said. Well, their money she supposed, though there was a part of her that loathed thinking that way. They were partners, now, whether either of them wanted to admit it, or not. Kitty had made a passable stew, and set it in front of Seth wordlessly, much as she’d done anything since they’d left the town.

Seth had long since given up on trying to figure out what Kitty was thinking at any given moment. Luckily, Seth didn’t think this took much figuring. 

“You know I don’t think that, right?” Seth stared into her bowl of stew pointedly. “That centaurs are...animals.” 

Kitty ladled some stew into her bowl and shrugged. “I know.” 

“It’s just--” 

“I get it, Seth. You gotta dance with them what brung you and if everyone believes a thing sometimes it’s alright to let that thing be true to save your own hide.” She settled in next to the fire and tore off a piece of bread, rending the wing from a bird on the brown crust. “The Great Mare always tells us to be the best we can, as much as we can, but life’s also life and you saved our asses today. I woulda tried to shoot my way out of it, and we know how that woulda gone.” 

The fire crackled in agreement. 

She dipped her bread in the stew. “Pragmatism’s not a sin, Seth.” 

“I didn’t say I was sorry, Kitty.” She brushed her hair out of her face. “I’m glad I didn’t let you die like an idiot today, WHICH YOU WOULD HAVE.” she stirred her stew. “I said it was important to me that you know I don’t think that about you. I don’t think you’re just an animal.”

“Thanks.” Kitty studied her bowl intensely.

“I mean, I think you’re dumb in an entirely non-animal way.” 

Her head snapped up. “You ever think ‘I should stop talking ‘bout one sentence earlier,’ or does that just never occur to you?” 

“I think we should keep that dressage act as something--”

Kitty leaned forward and reached for the skin of wine. “You can forget about that right damn now, you little--”

“I saved your life!” Seth tried to grab for the skin, pulling it back. 

Somewhere, something laughed, and something settled, and another piece of the prophecy might have slid into place.

[elizabethplaid]

A quick list of (free) yarn patterns

Trying to gather stuff to make for the craft fair, or at least plush patterns to try. I am aiming for knits, as crochet hurts my hands a bit more; seems like most of 'em are crochet, though.

Anything I've already tried, I'll mark in bold. And these are just links to @agalmacoppelia posts, so you gotta click through to get to the patterns themselves.

Of the projects in this image, I'm only willing to make another bikini cat, aka Cat Days of Summer by Gabrielle Ryan

I can't upload the individual pic of that cat, so you get a group shot.

non-plush

c - DIY Pretty Coasters by Maize Hutton

c - Lemon Crochet purse by spookydonuts

k - Baker Street Scarf on knitty

k - Hespera cowl - on knitty

misc plush

k - Grumpasaurus by JustCraftyEnough

c - baby dragon by Rainbow Reverie

c - Amigurumi mouse cat toy by Lion Brand Yarn

c - Teeny Tiny Lobsters pattern by Maggie Menzel

c - DIY Little Snails by Natas Nest

plush cats

c - Cat Days of Summer by Gabrielle Ryan

c - Three Fat Cats by Sara Lyons

k - Cat knitting pattern by Natural Suburbia

c - Sleepy Kitty draft dodger by Lion Brand Yarn

c - Amigurumi cat (rectangle) by Lion Brand Yarn

k - Parlor Cat Pattern by Sara Elizabeth Kellner

plush owls/birds

c - Austin Owl Amigurumi by Allison Hoffman

c - cute amigurumi owl by fukuroucrafts

c - Mr. Murasaki owl by Craft Passion

k - Autumn Wreath, owl - by Lion Brand Yarn

========== There were def more in the archive. Some of the owls looked derpy. Others looked too complex for the task. There were some stitch motifs and patterns that would make for nice (non-hooded) cowls or scarves. Didn't mark those, though.

I've already talked plenty about the scarf and cowl. They're such good patterns, and I really love wearing the cowl.

Regarding the crocheted lemon purse, I want to adapt that motif to make coasters. If I get ~fancy~, I'd make a little coin purse out of 'em, complete with zipper. There's a watermelon slice version, btw. Could probably poke a hole with scissors, rather than using that specialized too.

I have already made (or partially made) multiple cat-toy mice. It's such a great pattern; very small and quick. Bikini cat is another fav, though I haven't made new ones yet. No buttons on those, though. Just embroidered faces.

As for the other bolded patterns, I am only willing to subject myself to the mini lobsters. Solely because I'm in Maine, and lobsters are A Thing (TM). The snails weren't that much fun, but neither were the lobsters. Grumpasaurus is cute, but I still haven't finished sewing mine together, and he's been "done" for years. (Might need to knit the tail still, but the limbs are done.)

I also have this long-legged cat thing I've made. Here's how he looked while still in-progress, in 2014. He needs a face, still.

So yeah, that's all I've got for now.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Our final Otohimes for now! Little flashbacks from Reverie as Shirahoshi is about to be kidnapped. Mostly just a reminder of who she was, but I love Neptune begging for forgiveness. I wonder how Otohime would react here, were she in his place. Do you think her oratory skills could shame Charlos into dropping it? Seeing Lucci there it reminds me of him & Stussy chiding the ornery kitty for always resorting to violence. Would simply beating Urashima have drawn Holdem out? No, you needed the spectacle of a skinny waitress and goofy rubber boy clowning on him.

Either way, we have a big ol kananbo smack here from...Donquixote Mjosgard? Which I always thought was a cool reveal. You never really know how far something can ripple. Obviously Homing left a lot longer ago, if it was ten years it’d be around when another Donquixote plunged Dressrosa into its own long night. It’s cool that he came so far and was here to “return the favor.” Something to be said too for how Mjosgard is a little better than Homing. You can’t just shuck the past and start over that easy. It left its mark. All he did was put his family in danger. Mjosgard may be perceived as a fool, but staying above he at least has a chance to change things. Part of me wonders if he hasn’t been spreading a little sedition to the younger Dragons.

Also...shoutout to Vivi for immediately picking up on the issue, just that she instinctively tried to reassure this isn’t humanity. Nice touch.

[marinerainbow]

//It's probably a good thing Kitty never had a chance to meet Judge Doom because whether it's the 1940s and she makes a film he wants to censor or it's the 1980s he's taxing ToonTown and getting rid of toons of a certain animation style she would be going off at him.

Kitty: Who the hell so you think you are barging in like this and hitting toons like that?

Doom: Young lady, I am a the Supreme Judge of ToonTown. Who do I have the... pleasure of addressing.

Kitty: .....

Doom: Well, don't you know it is considered rude not to answer an elder?

Kitty: Why should I tell you my name? I can plead the fifth.

Doom: There are several men in the precinct that talk like that but only one who adamently believes it. You must be Glen Hawkins relation.

Kitty: *folds her arms and scowls*

Doom: Yes, I've heard of you. He sent you to the Huckleberry Institute, the so-called "finest school for animation" in the state. No doubt there they must feed you all sorts of reveries about...justice for toons.

Kitty: So what?

Doom: You have a sympathy for these characters Miss Hawkins. One may consider that admirable if it weren't so irresponsible. Toons are entirely different from you and I in that they have no respect for order and duty. Their breed of recklessness must be curtailed lest the natural order go with it.

Kitty: Natural order my...foot! You're a liar and a bully! Leave this place! You have no jurisdiction over me!

Doom: That's where you would be wrong. Today ToonTown, tomorrow Santa Monica, next week, the country, next month, the world.

Kitty: *never wavers her gaze even as he looms over her*

Doom: If I were you I'd run back to my little school to learn about the real world and take up a job of worth.

Kitty: Go jump off a building!

Ohhh I want to see this in a comic panel! Doom being all menacing, and slipping some of his tooniness villainy the more Kitty pushes him. And Kitty, a hard and determined look on her face as she refuses to back down. Maybe even some of the toons Doom smacked around hiding behind Kitty.

Doom, you laugh, but if Kitty goes to school to learn how to animate cartoons, and she loves cartoons so much, she'll be able to beat you using your own toon physics against you.

[septusuki]

Asahina Mafuyu caught her girlfriend with a faceful of crisps. The sight was no stranger to Mafuyu; Akiyama Mizuki's mouth was more often full than empty, and if someone was buying her food, it'd be stuffed all day - and, as she got fatter, the nearly-brainwashed internet denizens that lined up to feed and fatten Amia only grew longer. Mizuki was oh-so rarely found without some kind of fattening food nearby, and if there wasn't, then it'd all be in her flabby belly. A full four-hundred pounds of prissy dress-up doll, Mizuki was a master of annoying her housemates, always managing to drag them into her schemes - which just as often involved them hand-feeding her. Mafuyu, however, wasn't so easy to fool. Especially when she was in a bad mood.

"Mizuki. What is this?" Cocking her head as she brought up what was in her right hand, Mafuyu's cold, empty tone cut through the purring, preening moans and groans from the spoiled girl she was staring down. Mizuki didn't respond. Too busy dropping sweets into her mouth and rubbing her tummy as they dropped down into her stomach, the tubby temptress was oh-so often too self-obsessed for her own good. "Mizuki." Mafuyu clicked her tongue; time for the heavy weapons. With a roll of her dull eyes, Mafuyu brought her free hand off of her hip and snapped; one clean note, that did more than smack Mizuki out of her reverie.

"M-Mafu--Hnn--Mafuyu!" Mizuki struggled to control the emotions that'd just been sent rushing through her whole body. Dropping a snack into her cleavage, and almost choking on another, Mizuki's face twisted and scrunched as Mafuyu's snap resonated with the deepest feelings nested in her body. Even though she was a disobedient, troublesome little kitty, Mizuki could still be trained. "Mafu--Haa--Mafuyu? What brings you to my neck of the woods?" Wiping off more than just a sick of sweat, Mizuki collected herself and pulled her legs into something that appropriated a 'cute' pose. Perhaps it'd have been actually cute two-hundred pounds ago. It just looked uncomfortable, now - for the chair, as well.

Mafuyu didn't have much time to waste. Mizuki was a master of wasting time, but her partner could just as easily counter any of her tactics. "This. Fess up." Tossing the little bundle of white fabric at her girlfriend, it quickly became obvious what it was as it unfurled in mid-air and landed in Mizuki's lap. A trim, lovingly-tailored little suit; almost a swimsuit, cutting off just above the chest and covering as little as it could. A bunnysuit. A bunnysuit with a gigantic tear near it's left hip.

"Huh? You want me to wear it, Mafuyu~?" Mizuki giggled, holding the bunnysuit up against her chunky figure. "I dunno..." Comparing the slim lines and stitching to her own thick, well-fed hips and chest, Mizuki gave her girlfriend a little wink. "You sure I'm gonna fit?"

"Don't dodge the question." Mafuyu approached the girl as she fiddled with the elegant little bunnysuit, her eyes only growing more intense as the seconds dragged on. "You've already tried it on." Mizuki didn't seem to be grasping the gravity of the situation - and if Mafuyu needed to snap her fingers again, she wouldn't hesitate.

"What gave you that idea, babe?" Mizuki stuck her tongue out a little, hopping out of her seat and trying to stand, face-to-face with her girlfriend; an attempt which was instantly shut down. Mafuyu was a good head taller than her - and bigger in all the right places, instead of just big all over: swollen and stuffed, like Mizuki's entire body.

Mafuyu sighed, feeling Mizuki's plush tummy-hang bump against her crotch. If Mizuki wanted to make this awkward, she could do a lot more than just snap. The blubbery MV-maker couldn't do much as far as fighting back went. "You're the only girl fat enough to do that to it." Pointing to the tear at her favourite suit's hip, Mafuyu snatched the bunnysuit back, as if she was afraid of Mizuki just eating it.

"Hu--huh?" Mizuki fought down a blush as Mafuyu smacked her fat belly. She'd been found out in an instant. "H-Hey, Ena's been piling on the pounds, too..." Taking a step to the side - to cover the sweet-stash she'd been stuffing herself out of - Mizuki tried to shrug. "I-I've got no idea what you're talking about, Mafumafu--Aaghkk!"

Mizuki squealed - or maybe even screamed - as Mafumafu dug her fingers into her belly-blubber. Mafuyu's thumb found Mizuki's navel and sunk deep into it, turning Mizuki's tummy from a flap of flab into a handle; a handle she happily used to drag the stupid pig in close. "Someone asked you take a video in it, didn't they?" Mafuyu growled; her anger was something that could rarely - if ever - be dug up, but when it was, the perpetrator was all but doomed.

"Y-Yeah..." Mizuki could do little more than squeal as she was manhandled by the fittest member of Nightcord. As the fattest member, Mizuki was putty in her partner's hand. "I-- Ahhnn-- I've still got the file... You want it?"

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NEW MUFFIN HAIR FOR HAPPY WEEKEND

Muffin is a new style made exclusively for Happy Weekend. This is a shorter, unrigged version of our style Vanilla, with different bangs and the addition of a cute hair clip. Great (also) if you use avatars that don’t go well with rigged styles ♥ You can find it at only 60L$ from November 5th to 7th in Wasabi main store.

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Blush: Veltica | Pandora Nose Blush Choker: Kibitz | Mini Collar Earrings: Wasabi // Kitty Earrings Eyebrows: WarPaint | Virginia brows Eyelashes: Michan | Florencia Lashes Eyeliner: Nuve | Essential Eyeliners Eyes: Avi-Glam | Reverie Eyes Eyeshadow: WarPaint | Mercurial Eyeshadow Freckles: Veltica | Pandora Freckles Jacket: Amitomo | Make Your Day Gacha #19 Jeans: Little Fox | Katarina Jeans Mesh body: Maitreya | Lara Mesh head: Lelutka | Fleur Mesh head applier: The Skinnery | Cassie Necklace: Yummy | Olivia Layered Charm Necklace Top: Little Fox | Mikaela Top

[palmbleeder]

status. closed starter – @plantfeed

location. the tent, during rehearsals :3

notes. none besides the fact that i'm delirious and am simply lighting your cig.

            Days like theirs, Linus would have known Edie had claimed air and space in his surrounding so precisely that it unnerved everyone around them. A primal yearning made into a presence most overwhelming; all over and into one another, they barely made two. Devoutly twined in souls and flung about vessels. How could he have not known now? Couldn't he have sensed that shift in the air? Does Marina's omen truly loom that high above him? Finding Edie was a feat too easy, he didn't think he ever stopped even in his delirious longing. He’d often find her between gaps of expired whims; reminding him of what was, of what could’ve been and what he can’t return to. Those gaps never closed, and she was almost always there; he wasn't sure who waited for who in these ephemeral blips anymore, but his love for her hadn't driven her to any ruins yet there, and it felt nice to drink to and fall into sweet ramblings over. A love mytholigised to patrons too sloshed to care and bartenders held hostage to his remorse and drunken reveries. Other times, she wasn't there at all and he was left to his own spiral when he realizes he'd abandoned her even there, chased away this time. didn't expect to find her in town at all but he has been warned prior; Linus had come at the behest of his own sought joy and curiosity of what he now clocks as cruel gossip that's surely deserved when he was pointed towards the new attraction in town and told he would find interest in the sweet little thing prancing around with Fawley and the troupe. found it funnily peculiar at the time – ‘Aggressively your type,’ an acquaintance of the road had said and Linus never really had those. Barely had standards for a long time and that showed – but why not. An old friend in Fawley, a show at the circus and he's more than willing to let his imagination run wild on just how sweet this new recruit could be – too sweet a thing, turns out. The sweetest thing he was all too knowing of, savoured feverishly for a little over a season. Borders much more on bittersweet now that she's there, in the painted flesh but still an angel, the ring in her palms a halo that's yet to catch fire. A blood let of sense & notion at the sight; paled face aside, what’s actively conjured within from tumult to longing tips over as it's made and Linus was left with nothing as nothing. Only the hello-kitty-band-aids-tacked shell of the man she knew. The man who promised to love her forever and ever, amen–“Shit, fuck–sorry! I'm so sorry.” He shouldn’t be here; a glaring sign when his loose limbs had already managed to knock over a box of swallowing swords and the batons laid near it and sent them rolling on the dirt past his boots. Irate eyes dart at his direction and approaches were made when he pathetically knelt on the ground to pick up the scattered props, already ruining every fucking thing. “It's, uh-it’s all good. See?” Picks up a sword and wipes it with his clammy hand as rambles away through nervous scoffs. “Pick 'em and dust 'em and they're good n' golden, I mean, c'mon. great quality stuff you guys got here. All set for your gobblin'.” Sheepish and stupid, his eyes dart at Edie; hoping she wasn't looking but knowing she was.