#mercy help me T.T

[rejoice-for-the-beloved]

So! Thoughts on season 6 (this will be out of order): 

Re: Rayla’s family: the fact Rayla could save two people but knew her mom and dad would rather pass on together than be without each other is both *chef’s kiss* and T.T Plus out of the three elves trapped, the one who was saved was the one who ‘deserves’ it the least…*double chef’s kiss* 

Claudia was so close to changing her ways, it was painful to watch. 

Glad Callum told Rayla about using dark magic again before they got back together. And Rayla is more concerned about how using it hurts him rather than it being the wrong thing to do <3 

Kosmo being able to see possible paths the future can take! That’s kinda linked to my whole ‘multiple realities’ theory! I’ll take it! Also, on that note, Kosmo, buddy, I get not telling Callum the truth before having him all fixed up, but after???? THAT’S KINDA CRUCIAL INFORMATION TO KEEP TO YOURSELF. 

CALLUM’S BIRTH FATHER LORE! A poet named Damian who was chronically ill but in Sarai’s words ‘the strongest man she ever knew.” 

Viren didn’t have to trap K’ppar in a coin to get the staff and save Soren, he only did it after K’ppar threatened his position as High Mage…

No offense, Lissa, but the spell wasn’t actually so horrific (not as horrific as I thought it was gonna be, anyway) If all he needed was your tears, why not just give them? I mean, I suppose she thought with what Viren looked like he did something truly vile and she didn’t want to be complicit, but…

Viren physically manhandled Lissa! And then she left! Can’t blame her, but WHY NOT TAKE YOUR CHILDREN WITH YOU?

I knew Viren blamed Soren for Lissa leaving. Jackass.

Feel like Callum and Rayla won’t be able to keep their promises to each other: Callum won’t be able to choose the ‘greater good’ over Rayla, and Rayla won’t be able to kill Callum if he ends up corrupted—which, let’s be real, he’s going to end up getting corrupted. They wouldn’t have Kosmo drop that warning if it wasn’t going to become relevant later on. 

Rayla is Callum’s deepest truth! Awwwwwww. Interesting how she is both the reason he started ‘walking the path of darkness’ and the reason he was able to get off of it (for now)! Which leads me to hope that if/when Callum becomes corrupted in S7, Rayla will be the one to save him. 

KATOLIS WAS DESTROYED! NOW THAT IS TRULY AN EXAMPLE OF A STORY’S DARKEST HOUR. 

Haha, Sol Regem abandoning his followers was NOT a surprise. Him aiming his ire at Katolis was, though. Was there something he had against that kingdom specifically or was that just the closest human kingdom he could get to before he succumbed to his injuries? 

The prejudice towards humans really irks me. From Karim to Sol Regem to the Startouch elves themselves…

Rayla and Sarai parallel with the behemoth and magma titan!

Rayla singing! RAYLA SINGING! 

Now we know what put Aaravos on his path to villainy but we still don’t know what his endgame is. Like, we get why he wanted Sol Regem to suffer, and why he hates his fellow Startouch Elves, but what does he hope to accomplish? 

Poor Leola…She was just a child and they sentenced her to death. And the way she died was just brutal. And for what? Because she helped out humanity? HOW DOES HUMANITY HAVING MAGIC CREATE CHAOS?  

Leola wasn’t an actual unicorn! It was just a nickname from her father cause of her horn! 

Aaravos truly does not give a shit about the collateral damage his revenge has. 

AARAVOS IS HUGE. Not surprising, in all honesty, but wow. 

The Merciful One wasn’t so merciful after all! Eh, kind of expected that. 

Claudia freed Aaravos! So…how is Callum going to play right into Aaravos’ hands, then? Is he part of Aaravos’ actual plans for the world, and not just for getting out of his prison? 

Season 7 cannot come quickly enough. I need answers, I need resolution, and I need them now! 

Viren cut out his own heart rather than take Soren’s. Good.

[feuqueerfire]

Our Dating Sim

Okay, I've got to actually watch this, it's like barely 2 hours long total and is fairly light-hearted, so this can't become like the few 12/16 ep shows I'd tried to watch since August and then given up on just a couple minutes in.

Episode 1 (Oct 19)

lol so this is how people feel when their job shows up in a show. why was this guy concentrating so hard on writing 5 words of comments on the code related to very self-explanatory function names lol

job interviews, worst nightmare for ever (but also… i wish i was getting some lol i want a job). At least the CEO is friendly

Gi Tae’s (Eddy) psychological warfare please he’s putting Lee Wan through it

Episode 2 (Oct 19)

ah sad, the confessing and running away

the Gameboy nickname misunderstanding is awkward to me

Gi Tae being Gameboy, that's expected but I wonder for how long he's known it's Lee Wan?

Episode 3 (Oct 19)

Actually crying for Wan, man’s just got here on his first day and has work piled on him and Gi Tae also putting him through it. Meanwhile, Gi Tae seems like he’s having fun lol

Also Jamie mentioning Wan’s unrequited love twice lol

Ah, Gi Tae recommending Wan isn’t a surprise but him insisting and arguing on behalf of him kind of is

[Linguistics] Wan's unexpected boldness and confronting Gi Tae, going down to informal + 너

Not to mention all this being on a ROOF again - the original confession place

And Gi Tae's boldness back as he basically says the reason he's been looking at Wan's webtoons as Gameboy is because he's got a crush on him woah

Episode 4 (Oct 19)

The CEO is so funny for no reason, like he keeps trying to make Wan comfortable and also apparently needs to be told by Gi Tae to do his work. + him and the other workers spying on Gi Tae and Wan trying to guess whether they're fighting or not lol

Does it say that Gi Tae's been blocked on Wan's webtoon? didn't sub it

ah, the restaurant scene - funny how in Gi Tae's attempts to fluster Wan, he played himself too

pls not Wan saying he's betting on Sunny but helping out Gi Tae during the game, ah and gaining a barrage of skinship from Gi Tae for it

The film camera thing is so good, like Wan's anguish that he's making clear but Gi Tae's anguish that he hides first by being playful and fucking around with Wan but then breaking down

Gi Tae confession, nice - and at the school too, even if not on the roof

This is quite well paced, we're 4 episodes into this 8 15-minute episode drama.

I usually get annoyed by work-place or similar setting shows where one person holds all the cards while the other is kind of at their mercy but I haven't been bothered by it here much at all, actually. I think it has to do with the fact that they know each other from before so it's more even footing than if a stranger started harassing you, Wan also left/abandoned Gi Tae first so I can understand why he's being antagonistic, Wan also doesn't bend to Gi Tae's will even though Gi Tae's playing with him so much.

The way I didn't even know they had little post-credit scenes of them in high school dating sim-style until I saw someone mention it in a post

Also, Wan kind of reminds me of Pawin from GMMTV.

Episode 5 (Oct 20)

broo is Gi Tae just gonna have to repeat "I like you" in 10 different times and Wan avoiding it each time?

ah, kiss. cute but since they're drunk i hope it's not gonna be like "oh i was drunk" "oh i don't rmr"

This was an okay ep but didn't quite follow up with the emotionally charged scenes of last ep

Episode 6 (Oct 20)

Well at least they both remember but "you can try having a crush on me a little longer" is crazy lmao Wan

Ahhh I fucking love when characters do random roleplays like this "unrequited love" way of asking out on a date, so cute

Agh, this park date of them just walking around and playing hard to get and being cute T.T

ohh I saw this scene of Gi Tae getting mad at Wan's blind date setup, I didn't realize the two had started dating by this time lol

I like that Gi Tae is simultaneously straightforward and insistent but also listens well to Wan. One of my fave episode types where the characters are just playful and cute and know they like each other (a la Ep 7 in Bad Buddy), a happy time to show them just being cute and affectionate before real angst/conflict starts again

Episode 7 (Oct 20)

Wan leaving without a trace actually traumatized Gi Tae for real, from the way he's searched for him everywhere, the way his friends talk about it, even his reasoning for the plants being that they take root and don't go anywhere

woah tense breakfast convo fr

ah, Gi Tae breaking down

Episode 8 (Oct 20)

Ah, Wan getting a teeny bit of his own medicine with Gi Tae's short disappearance

pls this PD is scarred from these rookie artists turning down the opportunity while thinking of "the reason they started drawing" lol

Also usually I'm like hmmm turning down an opportunity for a relationship that's just starting out is questionable but I think it does work out better for these people in this specific circumstance

I just realized in this 1 Year Later part that Gi Tae reminds me of Shinee Key

Ah, good ending

Overall Thoughts:

The pacing of this was so good, they managed to give everything needed and timed it well within 2 hours. Well written, well acted, well planned, well shot, woah, nice. I liked and understood the main characters and even the side characters had distinct personalities despite not being fully fledged. I loved how Gi Tae and Wan were so playful with each other, whether it be with the teasing they did and playing hard to get but also the easy affection they often had whether it be kisses, pecks, tickles, hugs, hand holding, just regular romantic touching - a good balance between being strangely chaste and very raunchy. Was cute but I won't think about them again, probably.

Also, one of the characters reminds me of Lee Yedam (Boys Planet, One Pact)

Rating: 6.5/10

[darkkurenai]

Little Sugar Fairy

I love Mercy's new skin, look how cute she is!

[megucart]

[aphrodict]

hi! if its fine with you may i req zhongli x gn reader

reader who's in relationship with zhongli had a nightmare, where morax, as in rex lapis, called them "pathetic and helpless human" then laughed mockingly at them. because reader is afraid of rex lapis as they grew up listening to stories of how ruthless their god was, but then didn't know that they were in relationship with future morax – which is zhongli. zhongli has always wanted to tell them his true identity, but there wasn't a perfect timing.

so when reader woke up, they just realised that it's now explained why zhongli is incredibly knowledgeable – he has lived for 6000 years as the geo archon. reader then starts to fear him as the nightmare is still fresh in memory, who wouldn't be surprised to know that their lover was actually one of the seven? the one who has lived for thousands of years, had witnessed every disasters teyvat had to offer and probably had many past significant others, who were far more lovable than the reader.

angst with comfort :>

hope this is fine and doesn't make you weirded out! thank you!

“ morax? “

cw — mentions of death, spoilers of zhonglis story, kinda angsty? lili is zhonglis nickname!

genre — angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

pairing — zhongli x gn!reader

a/n — THIS REQ WAS IN MY HEAD 24/7 i just love this sm,, sorry this is late btw! also if this isnt what you expected im so sorry again T.T wc: 0.5k

the background had a dim lighting with a soft orange glow. you saw mountains pointing towards you, and a familiar archon that you have feared all your life. rex lapis was no friendly and merciful god. if anything— his friend, guizhong, would be a better example for that description. the geo archon was a ruthless and aggressive god, atleast thats what the stories said.

the figure in front of you started laughing, calling you “weak” and “pathetic”.

why were you scared of the same archon who protected your home?

waking up in a cold sweat, breathing uneven, you quickly looked around your surroundings. zhongli felt you shuffling around the bed and started to slowly open his eyes.

“my love, what's gotten you so worked up?“ he asked, going on his side and wrapped his arms around you.

“just a nightmare lili.” you moved over and faced him, zhongli gives you a small smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“wanna talk about it?” he uses one of his arms to brush away the stray hair that's blocking your face. he kisses you once again.

hold on, how come zhongli is so knowledgeable about the past?

you’ve encountered many historians before, some of them even coming from sumeru academy. but they still aren't as smart as zhongli—

that's when it clicked

“you’re no ordinary citizen are you, zhongli?”

his eyes widen a little before returning back to normal. he didn't expect you to find out before he could tell you.

“its,” he cut off. noticing the way you start to push yourself away from him little by little. “complicated. i am no longer the geo archon. if that's what you’re asking.”

“was that what the nightmare was about?” when you nodded he sighs, almost like hes disappointed about himself. “you shouldn't worry, i know i was.. well, brutal, back then. someone helped remind me that humans were as fragile as flowers. and i promise to protect you.” feeling a little doubtful that whatever he said would help, he smiled once you started to come back and hug him.

@aphrodicts-imagination : masterlist

[writingindulgence]

Painting Nails with Gojo Satoru (x reader)

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x (unspecified-gender) reader

Genre: Good friends with some mutual pining, a bit of fluff and a bit of uncertainty, reader has their mind in the gutter for a split second 

Lmao, how long can someone write about painting nails T.T 2800+ words

When you recently mentioned that you had no free time to refresh your nails due to the influx of odd jobs here and there, you didn’t think that it would lead to your long time friend, Gojo Satoru, sneaking into your room at the Tech with a bag full of nail polish.

He was in the middle of laying them out haphazardly onto the coffee table. Colours ranging from neon bright to the darkest of shades stood before your very own eyes on full display. Their shapes were as varied as the palette. Standard round, rectangle shapes, funky stars and fragile butterflies just to name a few. 

The shock of what was transpiring had yet to register in your mind, a dumbfounded look creeping onto your face.

It wasn’t even the first time that this has occurred. Once in a while you would come back from a mission in another city, ready to fall down onto your bed in the one place that you could call home, only to have this excuse for a friend barge in on your time of relaxation. Sometimes, you didn’t inform anyone when you would be back in the hopes of being left alone but he always seemed to find out the best time to annoy you. When you were tired. 

“What the actual fuck are you doing in my room Gojo-san?”, you drop your tattered bag onto the ground before closing the door. 

The feeling of his incoming whines and guaranteed pout had become something of a sixth sense to you now. You thought that maybe he would grow out of it after his teenage years but the gods weren’t as merciful as you once believed them to be. 

“(Y/n)-channnn, why are you so mean to me? I haven’t done anything for you to call me that”, he dramatically groaned out before flopping onto your bed. 

Glancing at the table, you notice that his sudden movement knocked over some of the bottles.  

You also know what he meant by that. You only ever call him ‘Gojo-san’ when he screws up or when you are both in the presence of his students. 

As much as he likes to tease you in front of important people, you aren’t that unprofessional as to disrespect him as an educator in front of the students that he teaches. The kids already make fun of him and if you were to join in at the same time then you would begin pitying the man. 

You walk over to the sprawled lamp post of a human and indicate with your hand to scoot over before proceeding to throw yourself down beside him. 

“What is this about, Toru-kun?”, your eyes lazily scan over the nail polish. Of course you know what is going on but Gojo Satoru is a man that enjoys being humoured. 

Poor Ijichi-kun ends up as the victim of a lot of his whims when you’re away. Scratch that, even when you are around the unfortunate fellow gets bullied like a kindergartner at a playground.

“So~ I’ve noticed that your nails-,”

“I mentioned it.”

“.. have been looking rather-,”

“I mentioned it.”

“..duller than usual so-”,

“I-”, 

His body flew up from the lying position and a hand suddenly came into your view. Before you could do anything, Gojo clamped it over your mouth, an unseen eye-roll definitely going off under his blindfold. 

He wasn’t really irritated but you took it as a win for all the times he irked you in the past month.

“I NOTICED YOUR NAILS LOOKING DULLER THAN USUAL SO I WENT OUT OF MY HUMBLE WAY TO BUY THESE,” he finally lets you go after finishing what he wanted to say.

The sheets under you have become disheveled, your thrashing around to get away and shut his loud mouth in case Principal Yaga hears brought about no results. There was no rule against being in the same room, you weren’t some silly teenagers and even if you were, the Tech wasn’t that strict anyway, but the thought of his disappointing gaze burning into your soul…

Your thoughts are disrupted when Gojo throws two pillows onto the floor. Knowing that there is no escaping this, you dust down your clothes and gracefully sit down. 

Who knows? This may actually turn out to be relaxing. Even if you’re wrong then spending time with friends is precious, no matter the activity. Especially in this line of work. There is no telling when one might hear the news of their comrades’ death. 

Gojo sits on the other free pillow and smiles. “Any colour pulling you in? If not then I would love to recommend, you know, I’m sort of an expert at this.”

You laugh slightly at his confidence before agreeing to his proposal. As long as it’s not too ugly then you really don’t mind what he ends up picking. 

In fact, you trust his judgement when it comes to fashion. His casual outfits always end up taking your breath away. You’re forever glad when he forces you to go along with him to the shopping district. You know your style and what you’re comfortable with but Gojo presents you with something unique every time.

“Hmmmm...then, what about this one?”, the hand that was under his chin as he was contemplating leaves its position and he quickly picks up a (f/c) nail polish. 

The container is cute too, a glass cat face. Though how did he figure out what colour this was with that blindfold? Only Gojo knows. 

You reach out for the item but he leans back and pulls it to his chest. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. 

“(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)...,” he creates an X with his arms before continuing, “Bzzzt! Did you really think I would be so rude as to leave you alone with that tedious job? Who do you take me for?”. 

He grasps the fabric where his heart is located and fakely sniffles. Oh, so he wants to paint them for you. Figuring out that you may as well indulge in a little care, you extend your hand for him to hold. 

Gojo twists the nail brush open and dips it into the bottle a few times. His tongue is poking out as he tests how much of the liquid is on the brush. You don’t even question how he will paint your nails without seeing properly. Understanding his infinite capabilities has become second nature to you. 

Instead, you focus on the feeling of his hand when it grasps yours. 

It’s bigger and somewhat rougher, though not uncomfortable. Really, it feels secure to have around your own.

Jerking back at your line of thinking, you can feel the heat growing on your face by the second. Calm down there, no need to get ahead of yourself. You’ve held hands many times in the city before so that you don’t get ‘lost’, how is this any different?

“Hey now!,” Gojo grips your hand more firmly than before. 

“Sorry, sorry. I had an itch,” you come up with an excuse and double down when you scratch your shoulder with a free hand. 

He doesn’t say anything in return, there are none of his usual comebacks. That’s suspicious, he always needs to have the last word in no matter what. 

Instead he applies the first stroke of nail polish on one of your nails. 

His movements are steady, no shaking, and he doesn’t miss any spots. The process is...pleasant, being attended to by another. 

He moves on to your second finger, repeating the action from the previous one, applying just as much attention. 

Now that you are sitting still, barely breathing as you look on, his hold has become almost airy. Unless you focused purely on the skin to skin contact, it was as if your hand was levitating. 

Ah, technically he could be using ‘Infinity’ and keeping your hand away but...it made you feel weirdly unhappy. Your mouth tugged down in dissatisfaction unconsciously.

At the same moment, Gojo grasped the next finger on the list, the sudden feeling coming as a surprise. You barely held in the shocked gasp, tingles travelling up your arm. 

He didn’t say anything and continued the procedure. 

You peeked at his face to see if you could read him but there was nothing at all to go off on. No smile, smirk, pout or frown. 

Sheer concentration. 

It wasn’t unwelcome, in fact it was peaceful without the usual banter. And it wasn’t unbearably serious either. If you had to put a word on it then it felt...intimate.‘Wow, what the hell? Chill, he’s only a friend and this is simple nail painting’.

The clock in your room ticked continuously until eventually your fingernails were all finished. It took extra long because Gojo insisted that the proper way to do it was to paint two layers. So in the end you had to sit through another few minutes that honestly felt like an eternity. 

You hoped that you hadn't sweated with how warm it had gotten on your end.

“Alright! It’s your turn (Y/n)-chan,” he made finger guns and pointed them at your bewildered expression. 

“It isn’t fair if only you get this spa worthy treatment, no?”.

“Satoru, I think you overestimate my ability to paint nails. Of course, I do a fantastic job on myself but I am hopeless when it comes to others,” you explain. 

You may have over exaggerated a bit but if this goes on then your thoughts will enter dangerous territory, not that they haven’t already.

Distractions aren’t helpful when you are a jujutsu sorcerer, particularly in the romantic scene. 

Have you daydreamed about such scenarios? Yes. 

Would you like to experience them? Definitely. 

However, what you want and what you can have are at odds with each other.

“Don’t be a bore, come on, come on,” he sticks out his own hand before thinking up something and reaching towards his blindfold. “Let’s make it a challenge. I had such a difficult time so you have to suffer too”. 

He frees his eyesight and stands up. You’re about to follow but he shakes his head and kneels behind you. 

The smooth fabric covers your eyes and the pressure as he tightens the blindfold rubs against the back of your head. This feels like the beginning of a dirty situation-

A resounding smack travels in the enclosed room as you slap your cheeks simultaneously. This isn’t the time nor place.

“I’m accepting my resolve,” you throw out before Gojo can ask you why you hit yourself in the face. 

You hear him shuffle back to the pillow as well as glass tapping against glass. A nail polish bottle is shoved into your unprepared self. “I’m in your hands now,” he laughs stupidly to himself at his own pun. You can’t help cracking a small smile too.

Blindly, you fiddle around in front of you, wanting to start this. Clicking your tongue, you’re about to give out but Gojo finally decides to stop being a prick and gives you his hand. His shakes from laughter make themselves known but you ignore him. 

Unscrewing the bottle cap, you get to work. 

Only, you have to feel around for his fingernail. It’s impossible to hit the target without searching around first. 

You become overwhelmingly aware of the close proximity yet again and your heart skips a beat. The fact that you can’t see anything makes it far worse as your sense of touch becomes more sensitive. Your shaking hand dabs the point where you think the nail polish goes and you begin painting. 

Gojo’s amusement must have stopped too since you don’t hear him chuckling anymore. Is he looking at you? Or is he looking at his poor skin whenever you miss the fingernail? He doesn’t have his blindfold on so his eyes have to be focused on something. 

But what?

The silence becomes unmanageable and the constant skin against skin friction twists your insides. Is it just you? Or does he also think the same way?

“You know, you have pretty eyes. If you start an Instagram page with photos of them then you’ll get a following in no time,” you offhandedly mention to start a conversation. Knowing Gojo he’ll take the compliment, tease you a bit and move on. You shift around in the pillow before progressing onto the other hand, having speedrun the first, before he starts talking.

“That’s not a bad idea. You can do the eyeshadow and we can make some money,” he hums in agreement. The sound of extra cash nearly makes you drool but then a realisation hits you, like a truck an isekai protagonist. If you were to do the eyeshadow then you will no doubt have to be very close to his face. No way.

“On second thought, I don’t think we have the time,” you laugh it off. 

His disagreement comes soon after. 

“Haaaaaaah?! Then why did you mention it?”. His muscles tense, about to pull back to cross his arms but he remembers that you’re in the middle of painting his nails. 

After that, you both fall silent again. 

In the end, you get through the last finger and close the nail polish bottle. You tried your best, having taken your time despite it making you feel a certain way whenever you had to touch him longer than is necessary. 

You get up and reach out to unhook the blindfold but larger hands stop you in your tracks from behind. They pull yours away and drop them at your sides. 

“Allow the amazing gentleman, Gojo Satoru,” he gently takes it off as you stand unmoving. 

When light from the window hits your face, you scrunch your eyelids shut, waiting to adjust to the bright atmosphere. A hand patting down your hair makes them shoot open and you turn around to complain. 

Whatever you were going to say gets caught in your throat as you look up into his light blue eyes. His expression is serene, free of any worries but his eyes seem to be trying to speak a thousand words. 

They too look composed but you get the feeling that he’s trying to communicate something to you.

Swallowing, you clench your hand (conscious of the recently dry nail polish), and place it over your chest. “Satoru..um,” you pause, not fully comprehending what you want to say, or rather, how you want to say it.

Your eyes widen when you notice his hand traveling towards yours. 

Clumsily spinning around, you head for the pillows and shake off the dust that accumulated on them. 

“Thanks for today. I’ll have a nap, since I’m still tired from the flight.” 

You show your gratitude but hide the words your heart wanted to really express. 

You don’t turn around to see his expression. The sound of his blindfold going over his eyes is what you hear first. Then, 

“Don’t worry your sleepy head over it! Sweet dreams, (Y/n)”.

The door opens and closes gently behind you. 

Once you’re sure that he is far down the hallway, you throw yourself onto your bed, put the pillow over your face and scream. Feeling a little foolish, you stop and look over your nails. 

He really did a great job.

-Next Day-

The sun is shining brightly therefore there is no better time to take a walk. Which is why you aren’t surprised when you stumble upon Sukuna’s vessel, Itadori Yuuji. 

The teenager has a tub of ice cream with him. Maybe you should get some too? Gojo is bound to have some in his mini freezer.

“Ah! Hello, (L/n)-san,” the boy waves his hand in greeting and jogs over. 

“Itadori-kun, is it alright for you to be outside like this?,” you ask with concern. 

There are only a few people that know about his current state of being alive. When you heard that he died, you came as fast as possible to comfort Gojo. 

“It’s fine! Everyone is gone and Ijichi-san is on the lookout at the front gate. He’s meant to give me a ring you see”. He looks down.

“Oh! You’ve got some nice nails there,” he points out as he takes a bite out of the dessert. “You match with Gojo-sensei,” he adds after a second.

You pause your appreciative smile at his compliment. Excuse me? 

“Excuse me? Match?,” you prod him to elaborate.

The teenager scratches his cheek. 

“Ehh, but he said the plan was to match all along. Though they don't exactly look the same”.

Your eyes tear up in embarrassment at the turn of events. You’re matching nails? You thought for definite that he would wash them off when he gets back to his room. Not only that but putting the blindfold over your eyes must have been his sly way of making sure that you don't notice they're the same colour. 

Itadori shakes his hands in front of him before bowing. “I-I’m sorry (L/n)-san! I did not mean to insult the way you painted Gojo-sensei’s nails. They are a bit tactless compared to yours but that’s okay,” he apologises profusely, mistaking the root of your shame.

‘That dumbass Gojo Satoru’

[thesecondcircleofkel]

Unconventional Assurance

Shinsou x Reader

2.1 K

Request: “Can I request Shinsou dating a short girl with thick thighs and gets subconscious about her butt and legs in a two piece because she all the other girls tall and slim at the beach and he comforts her? NSFW please!”

Warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, mild dubious consent because of Shinsou’s Quirk, but it’s nothing too egregious 

Notes: I am so sorry that this took so long to get out T.T

It was an awful thing, having all of your imperfections suddenly shoved right into your face, but unfortunately, it was also unavoidable in some instances. You desperately wanted to cover yourself up, regretting the swimsuit you were wearing, wishing that you had grabbed a T-shirt and some shorts instead. All those other girls on the beach, bikinis clinging tightly to their skin, all tight-bodied perfection with just the right amount of curves in the right places- you could hardly even imagine how you compared to them.  

It made your skin crawl, the nausea in your throat bubbling and growing stronger by the second. God, you wanted to leave so badly. This had been a horrible idea and you were really kicking yourself for coming up with it. Surely Shinsou wouldn't question it if you wanted to leave already. He didn't seem like much of a beach-goer anyways, so he'd probably be overjoyed to get away from the sand and overbearing heat.  

You looked over to where he stood at your side, his own eyes gazing off into the distance and searching for a place to set up for the day. You quietly muttered his name, low enough to where only he would hear you. The last thing you needed right now was to attract any more attention to yourself. Shinsou barely turned his head towards you, his eyes immediately dropping to where your arms were crossed tightly over your chest. You looked so small right then, as if you were trying to fold into yourself and out of existence, to hide from everything. The discomfort was evident on your face, and his own face scrunched up in frustration because he knew exactly what the problem was, the déjà vu of the situation so strong that it was practically slapping him in the face.  

He didn't say anything, just grabbed you by the wrist and started pulling you towards a wooden shack that sat far away from the shoreline and any prying eyes. It must have been used as a changing room once, but a newer, larger building had taken its place a while ago, leaving the shack untouched and abandoned most days. It still had a lock, though, a lock that Shinsou immediately flipped once both of you were past the door. He leveled his stare at you once more, waiting for you to say something instead of just standing there and practically trying to cower away from his sight.  

When it became clear that that wasn't going to happen, he let out an exasperated breath, head turning to the ceiling and eyes closing as he realized how difficult this was going to be. You'd argue against everything that he said, say that his every compliment just came out of pity, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that seemingly endless conversation yet. But then again, maybe it didn't have to be a conversation. Not a two-sided one, at least. That would certainly make his life easier right now, you being forced to listen to him without the ability to argue back. It may have been a bit underhanded, but Shinsou never claimed to play fair.  

"Y/N, what's all this about?" 

A rhetorical question, but it got the job done. You immediately started spouting off reasons why you wanted to leave, but your list was cut short, barely making it past the first item before the words caught in your throat and your eyes went blank. You were probably screaming at him in your head right then, but thankfully he wasn't a mind reader, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste, either. 

"When are you going to learn, Y/N?" 

It should have made you bristle, that admonishment that he had no business giving, but the way that he looked at you when he said it...it would have made you back away if you'd been able to move, but instead you were stuck there, only able to watch as Shinsou stalked towards you, his eyes only leaving you briefly to flicker behind you. 

"Turn around and walk until you're in front of the mirror." 

You could have punched him. The last thing that you wanted to see right then was the sight of your own body, although Shinsou was certainly trying to worm his way into that standing. It wasn't like you could disobey, though, and you soon found yourself staring into your own eyes, their blank gaze almost disorienting. Shinsou moved behind you, his head appearing over your shoulder before he bent down to brush his lips against your neck. The feeling of it was so light, and when coupled with the way that his breath gently flowed over your skin, it made your whole spine shiver with little anticipatory sparks. 

"How many times do we have to go over this, Y/N?"  

His voice seemed to roll right through you, leaving nothing but heat in its wake, a heat that immediately started to pool right between your thighs. Shinsou's hands gently pressed against your hips, lightly kneading the flesh there as he stared at your reflection in the mirror.  

"Absolute perfection." 

He gave your hips a light squeeze to punctuate his statement.  

"All of it."  

He trailed his hands lovingly over your stomach, briefly brushing against your lower belly as if he was going to move further down, before he suddenly changed his trajectory so he could instead cup your breast.  

"Every single inch of you is perfect, Y/N."  

You could feel the dampness gathering in the crotch of your swimsuit, and it only got worse as Shinsou's thumbs started to circle your nipples, making the peaks slowly grow taut before he added his forefingers to the mix and gave them a light pinch. It wasn't nearly hard enough to knock you out of his control, but it certainly made you wish that you could clench your thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction in the area that Shinsou had yet to touch.  

"What do I have to do to prove that to you? My words don't seem to do the job, no matter how much they rile you up." 

He brought one hand up to trace a finger along your lower lip, his gaze trained to your face as he seemed to contemplate his options.  

"I could fuck you right here in this dingy little shack, that might help to prove my point. Mm, but then you might not be able to walk out of here properly. We wouldn't want anyone to know what we were up to, now would we?" 

You wanted to argue with him, to tell him that he was wrong and that you didn't care if anyone knew. You'd beg him if you had to, anything to make him touch you where you needed him the most, anything to get him to make you come. He seemed content with the way things were, though, you at his mercy and unable to do a thing as he teased you. Finally, finally he trailed back down your body, his hand moving right into the bottom of your swimsuit so his fingers could trace along your soaked lips. 

"So wet. Do you want me to make you come, Y/N? Would that help you to understand my point? Will that be enough to make you go back out there and enjoy yourself?"  

He couldn't have expected an answer from you, and it almost seemed like he was contemplating something as he continued to ghost his fingers across you, just barely pushing them past your slit and lightly brushing against your clit. You would have sobbed at that barely-there touch if you could have, but again, the ability was robbed from you, bound by your lover's Quirk.  

"I'll make a deal with you, Y/N. Feeling how soaked that sweet pussy of yours is has me feeling a bit parched, so I’m going to make you come with my tongue now, and if you're good when we go back outside, I'll fuck you as soon as we get home. That sound good?" 

Again, it wasn't like you could answer, but he pretended like you could, humming in agreement before placing one last kiss on your neck. He moved your arms until they were braced against the mirror in front of you, also spreading your legs and canting your hips back towards him. He used that opportunity to grind his own hips against you, letting you feel the proof of how much this was affecting him. Taking care of that proof hardly seemed to be his priority, though.   

"Eyes forward and don't look down at me. I want you to watch your own face as you come." 

With that he slid down between your legs, maneuvering your swimsuit until your drenched heat was exposed to him. You couldn't see him, he hadn't allowed you to, but you could feel his breath ghosting across your lips, and it made every muscle in your body want to clench with anticipation. He only teased you a bit at first, just trailing his thumbs along your outer lips, running them through the wetness that had already spread there, but when he finally, finally ran his tongue along you and then swirled it around your clit, every bit of frustration that you felt towards him dissipated.  

He continued to lap his tongue against you, groaning at the taste of you, and one of his arms snaked its way up your torso, his hand lightly running over your breast until your nipple hardened enough for him to feel it through your suit. Once he found it, he teased it with his forefinger, not using enough pressure to jar you out of his control, but his light touch was still enough that you would have been whining had you been able to use your voice. He teased your nipple in time with his mouth, running his finger over it every time his tongue moved over your clit, and even though you had no control over your body, you could feel your core throbbing thanks to Shinsou's treatment.  

Heat was searing in your belly, and whereas you would have been moaning your lover's name, the dressing room was only filled with the wet noises of Shinsou devouring you, the unmistakable squelching only spurring your body on as it spiraled closer and closer to orgasm. Shinsou teased his tongue around your opening, the thumb on his free hand running along your drenched slit before moving to your clit, and once it started to circle the engorged bud, he thrust his tongue inside of you, finally, finally snapping you out of his Quirk. You immediately let out a scream of ecstasy, your nails sliding against the mirror as you scrambled for purchase. You were tempted to look down, to try to see Shinsou as he fucked you with his tongue, but you were also afraid to disobey his earlier order, afraid that he would pull back and tease you all over again if you did, or even worse, not let you come at all.  

So your eyes stayed on your reflection in the mirror, the hooded gaze staring back at you somehow both familiar and foreign. That same gaze widened as the pleasure that had coiled in your belly pulled tight, and when it finally snapped, your mouth fell open as you cried out, your upper body lurching forward so you could support yourself against the mirror. Your knees felt weak, shaky as Shinsou continued to work his thumb against you, the groan that he let out when your walls constricted around his tongue echoing through you. You keened at the overwhelming stimulation, but even when he finally pulled his thumb away from you, his tongue continued its wake, no doubt trying to capture all of the sweet nectar that your orgasm released.  

With a content and satiated hum, Shinsou gave your clit one last kiss, causing you to shudder as he stood back up. His hands found their way to your hips again, his thumbs circling and massaging against your skin as you panted and slowly came down from the orgasmic high that he had given you.  

"Better?" 

"Mhm." 

"Good girl. I'll give you a minute to calm down, but we're still going back out there. Don't forget my promise, Y/N." 

How could you, when your body still tingled from the taste of that promise that he had given you? You hardly had the faculties to compare yourself to anyone again, anyways, because it was hard to focus on what the other people on the beach looked like when you were so focused on the bliss that waited for you.  

[5lazarus]

End-of-Year Writers' Ask! 6 and 7

thanks for the ask! :) these require a lot of those T.T 6. What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year? “Quark,” Odo growled. Quark splashed innocently. “What?” “The splashing.” “I have a right to splash,” Quark said. “If you’re humming, I can splash. There’s no law against that.” “There should be,” Odo said. “Being a public nuisance.” 7. What’s your favourite piece of description or narration? fanfic from a game you’ve never played--basically the guy who breaks into heaven tries to rip the key to what is basically Jerusalem that got locked away in a different dimension off the player character’s hand, though the character is only just starting to piece together how fucked they are. they start an avalanche and try to rejoin everyone on the other side of the mountains. it’s a long slough that they make the player drive their character through, which is very effective storybuilding on the first playthrough, a bit much on your second and third.

Everything hurt but she was hot, hot, hot on cold stone, her mother had died burning herself in her rage and half an army too, protecting the People, that is what a Dalish mage does, da’len, if you must lose yourself be grand about it, and make sure someone will sing of your name, oh mamae, your little favorite is dead, Halla’den didn’t do anything grand but I was killed by a would-be god, maybe human, Tevinter definitely, legend killed me and legend can resurrect me too, my children will not be ashamed of me, now all will know Clan Lavellan can only be killed by the gods, not mortal might. She opened her eyes and saw light trickling down a stone shaft. Not dead yet: fuck. Selfish, selfish: get the fuck up.

She touched her feet: still there, no toes broken, and her ankles and knees survived the fall too. Her ribs hurt, every breath choked, but she could move her fingers, her arms, and her eyes still saw through the dark. Falon’din had not come to claim her yet. Imladris used her staff to level herself up, and began to drag herself through. She did not let herself look back. When Antoine of Jader came to marry the Duchess of Wycombe, he brought an Orlesian guard and their prejudices. The Dalish towns that flourished within the Wycome Delta--Imladris, the Golden Wood, Ithilien--revolted them. Wycombe and its rivers belonged to the Duke, they said, and all must pay their tithe to the Chantry. It did not matter that these settlements predated the Blight, that the Dalish moved seamlessly from the city-elves and smaller towns for centuries. It did not matter that the Free Marcher inhabitants of the city-state were not fond of even more taxes levied, paid to the Orlesian Chantry and to the Duke and even to the Empress of Orlais. Wycombe remembered it had been Dalish wardens who saved the city from the Blight. Its new duke did not care. And when she was a child, he struck: to clear the Dalish out. Mamae, mamae you and Keeper burned the city to keep the shem from taking it and I would not have done that to Haven, I didn’t particularly care for an empty hut, a bathtub with no one to share it with, the only other elves wary servants, flinching every time Cassandra glanced at them, I didn’t want to die for some Chantry religion, not where Shartan was buried, not like this. They docked his ears but at least they gave him the Dales. What will they do to me, if I die? Mamae, mamae, you burned . Let me carry that anger, that heat, my magic like your magic keeping me warm. Into the snowblind whiteness Imladris stumbled out of the cave, and distantly a wolf howled. “Fen’Harel ma ghilana,” she choked. She fell to her knees, cold seeping into the blood-soaked lambswool of her leggings, why had she not let Harrit talk her into proper chainmail? Or leather? “Fenhedis lasa.” She did not want to die, ripped apart by wolves, bones cast about by the storm. Something would come back if she died like that. She clenched her hands into fists and, huffing, heaved herself back up. Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe like the molten core under the sea. She coughed sparks into her hands and walked. Keep moving, Lavellan. You have survived worse than this. Dead in a ditch off the Ithilien River, if that farmer hadn’t found you. Starved out in the Barghello in Wycombe proper, if Sister Lucie hadn’t intervened. Dead in her own namesake, Imladris, a burnt out shell, when the guards came. Dead, dead, dead, dead and publicly executed  if Briala hadn’t gotten you and Mahanon out of Val Royeaux when you robbed the University: stupid fucking idea but how dare they. How dare. Outrage was good, outrage helped bank the fire, Halla’den had fallen to a Despair demon, but Imladris was stronger than that, older, more experienced, better trained. Nothing but the cold would nip at her mind. “Keep fucking walking,” she told herself. Breathing was difficult, like a lodestone in her chest. No pendant, nothing for them to loot, the boy had it, Cole, Varric wouldn’t let him steal it, she gave it in full of everyone, someone, who knows, it would get to her daughters and they would know they could wear her legacy, something of both of them, gone but the stone remained, in the Frostbacks only the dwarves and the Avvar eked an unlikely living, the closest Dalish clan was Boranehn, and she had met the arl that commanded them, hadn’t she? Vivienne said she had done bad. Well she was punished, if only it would be only her punished, if she died with this fucking Anchor dragging her down would that mean that creature could not take it? If she died they would all die too. She passed a hastily-built campfire, still smoldering, and stopped a second to flare the embers. Her Keeper had taught her a trick, to siphon off the heat from another’s fire, to conserve one’s own energy. She had taught it to Mathalin, but Mirwen was too young when she left. Deshanna would take over the training, she must have already begun, and Imladris shuddered as the wind kicked snow into her face, if she stopped she would freeze to death, be eaten by wolves, taken by despair. So cold it felt like her feet were burning as they were losing sensation, she lugged herself through the snow, kicked into her face like glass after the explosion, when a different Carta clan had blown up her printing press, was it the wind or the wolves or some hungry ghosts howling. Regardless the Frostbacks soared higher than her eyes could track, granite mountains older than her gods and she asked Dirthamen, you guard the knowledge lost to your children, but if you have mercy, any mercy at all, if you want this knowledge to carry on, reveal one of those lost caches the ancestors left. These mountains were old when Elgar’nan was still new, blinking into the blinding sun: show me where we carved the mountain path. Everywhere I walk I go in the steps of those who lived before. Ensure that there will be those after me. Spring down the mountain but no spring here: Imladris could not feel her feet anymore, and when she fell she wailed as she clambered on her hands and her knees, she did not want to die like this, the Dalish did not bend the knee. Thought faded as consciousness became only the snow on the mountain, the unthinking rock, the ice that cut, inch by inch, piece by piece, nothing special. Dirthamen ghilana ma : an old cry, never answered. The god of secrets kept his counsel close. A pile of snow, raised higher than the others: she tripped over it, a pot, Ferelden-style, the smell of stew still frozen to it. Imladris gasped, cutting through the pain, and wrenched herself back: there was still a chance. She coughed, sparks flying, and sent that pulse of mana back down to her feet. The pain was not a mistake: it was a reminder she was still alive. She screamed anyway. In Duke Antoine’s prison, there had been a Tal-Vashoth that had murmured to herself the Soul Canto during the worst of it, when they were left alone listening to what was being done on the other side of the world. She would say, “If you love purpose, fall into the tide. Let it carry you. Do not fear the dark. The sun and the stars will return to guide you. The sea and the sky themselves: Nothing special. Only pieces.” “Nothing special,” Imladris repeated to herself, lumbering on. “Only pieces. Nothing special. Only pieces.” Elves saw better than shem and qunari in the dark. Hallucinatory the sun creeped into the mountains, shifting steel to gold, her blood moving, Elgar’nan’s father returned by Mythal’s mercy, no secret, only pieces. Fire in the body, blood in the limbs, dawn coming she reached the top of a slope and exhausted, gazed down at a herd of druffalo snuffling amongst tents: Avvar? A bear came running and Imladris fell to her knees. Dirthamen had answered: nothing special, just pieces. “Lavellan! Lavellan! Maker, she’s alive. Cassandra, get a medic!” Not Dirthamen. Fucking Inquisition. With that realization, she let the sun take her, and melted into its warmth.

[somebodycallmedanger]

Another playlist but this one is all about the boys and their feeeeeeeeeeeeels. 

As you can see, I’m doing lots of productive things while quarantined. 

This and the fairies in love playlists were inspired by the WONDERFUL brothers series at fanfiction.net if you haven’t read it yet, GO AND CHECK THEM OUT AND SUFFER WITH ME, since the last update was 2 years ago T.T

Below you can read which song represents each couple.

some might be repeated!

Brandon x Stella = basic CUTE AF couple who are ultra HOT 

adore you - misery - make you mine - ILYSB - numb without you - hold on, we're going home - locked out of heaven - nice to meet ya - wildflower - all about you - fool without u - good girls - hold on - I like me better - kiss you - no shame - summer - mercy

Riven x Musa = angsty lovers learning how to be in a relationship (my otp)

lock me up - somebody else - loving someone - try me - robbers - lost my mind - better man - taxi - you're still the one - angel - K. - DIE FOR YOU - desire - die for you - easier - falling - far away - in your eyes - LOVE.FEAT.ZACARI - love me anyway - lover of mine - mess is mine - need the sun to break - without you

Nabu x Layla = drama, love, acceptance.

use somebody - if you ever wanna be in love - mercy - won't go home without you - painkiller - have you ever been in love - dusk till dawn - gun - living in the moment - what a man gotta do - shut up and dance -  let's fall in love for the night

Helia x Flora = sexy af, LOVELY & SWEET BABES.

sunkissed - hold back the river - sweet creature - pure - hesitate -never stop - wildflower - fallin' all in you - falling in love - forevermore - I wanna be yours - magic - she is love - thinking out loud - adore you - collar full - all about you - never stop - kiss me slowy

Timmy x Tecna = FLUFFY FLUFF couple.

can't help - digital love - something just like this - love somebody like you - kiss me slowly - crush - craving - electric love - here to mars - if eyes could speak - I only wanna talk to you - I think I'm in love? - madness - numbers - tongue tied - make you mine 

Sky x Bloom = lovesick puppies, a lil' basic but still cute.

kiss you - find a way - love is easy - take it back - there you are - you&I - be my girl - stay - rule the world - all about you - drive all night - follow you - I don't wanna live forever - lovebug - rescue me - skyline - vanilla twilight - numb without you -  nice to meet ya

[usagi-mitsu]

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

THANK YOU! Your ask has helped me survive two horrible days of commute T.T

I do hope you like what I made of this - if you have further wishes, please: I am right here and I LOVE writing with prompts/asks. :3

Cut for potential spoilers.

“Justice is Vengeance in a prettier packaging”

She was beautiful.  

A well curved body of dark copper. Long beige hair gracefully half in a flowing ponytail, half of it cut to frame her fine features. Hips and arms covered in gold. Eyes black as coal  

The humanoid form of the goddess Sophia floated high above the earth. Her elegant shine gave the world a golden tint, that couldn't quite mask the destruction around them. Not quite, no.  

She blinked a few times and turned her head from the skies above to the ground before her.  

Between rubble, destruction and devastation, her eyes met the fearful gaze of a group of people.  

They were dropped in golden robes. Only at second glance did she spot the tatters and tears in their garb. The blood and bruises on their skin.  

Peculiar.  

She extended one arm, the cloth draped around it gently floating up.  

“My children. You hath summoned me.”

A statement. Not a question.  

Who was she to question her subjects actions. Their goddess.

The children were silent for a moment, seemingly unsure about how to proceed.  

“Oh great goddess,” a brave soul stepped forward, “harken to us! To us who we have summoned the, the great goddess of wisdom.”

Her tongue was heavy. Perhaps from being asleep so long? Or was it that she had never used it before?  

“Indeed, you have. The reason for mine awakening though yet escapes me.”

“You do not know our purpose...?”

“Peculiar,” Sophia tilted her head, “I could have sworn you had a purpose when calling upon myself.”

Her devout followers glanced at each other. Was it fear she spotted in their eyes...?

The one who had spoken before raised his head to look at her. Eyes met and his gleamed with resolve.  

The one who had spoken before raised his head to look at her. Eyes met and his gleamed with resolve.  

“And we do. We have a purpose.”

“Do speak your mind.”

The little ones gave each other another look. Their perceived leader squared his shoulders – a cute movement for such a tiny creature, really – and opened his mouth once more.  

“We ask you to help us bring justice to those who have harmed our brothers and sisters of Meracydia. And as the goddess of justice and truth, you are the only entity we would trust to pass justice onto us all.”

The goddess looked upon her children and swayed her crowned head from left to right.  

Justice they sought after. A pretty word.  

“Who has hurt you, dear child.”

“The sons and daughters of Allag have come and razed our country to the ground. They must pay for what they have done to our brothers and sisters!”

His eyes seemed wet, even from her vantage point. His plea was earnest. He wished for her to bring justice to those who had harmed her children. How many had … Allag … taken from them already?

The goddess raised her gaze and took in the sight before her.  

A few dozen of her children stood before her. All of them tattered and beaten and bloody. Allag seemed not to care for the elderly or young. They seemed to have hurt them all.  

But seeing her people, made one thing very clear to the divine being of knowledge and wisdom.

“The justice you seek is naught but vengeance hidden behind a pleasing façade.” Her voice echoed across the fields, as the goddess held her head high. “You children who have come to drink of my wisdom know of this. Do not hide your intention behind honeyed words, as I shall see right through your deceit.”

Perhaps her little ones were in dire need of a stark reminder: While she was wisdom and knowledge, she was also balance.  

The ground beneath their feet rumbled as she called forth her divine helper. The face of a beautiful woman in meracydian colours crowned the horrific body of a scorpion like creature with long thin golden tongs.  

“If I am to bring justice upon thy enemy, did not I do wrong by them? There must be a balance in all things. Even war.”  

The divine creature beneath the floating goddess clicked it’s razor sharp weapons.  

“If you wish to bring justice to thy enemy,” and she lowered her tone to a whisper, that could still be heard for miles upon miles, “you must bring it onto them yourself. Or face the consequence of them calling upon their divinity.”

A child or two began to cry at her harsh words. Some tried to silence them in her presence. She did not care. She did not wish to intervene with nature and its course. If one people had decided to obliterate another, who was she to stand in its way?

She was naught but a observer. Someone to bring wisdom. Someone to give aid. Not someone to act on another's behalf. Not even on her children's.  

A distant rumble. A harbinger of storms.  

But instead of blue light in the skies, a red ball of fire light the clouds underbelly up.  

“Do you not see it,” a mother. She held her child close to her chest. “It is them! They have come for us! For our children! We have nowhere to go! We are the last of Miracydia!”

The babe began to wail, as the goddess turned her gaze upon the woman.  

“The last of Miracydia, you say. Come closer, child.” She lowered herself down to the ground, still not touching it. But even if she was to touch the earth, she would still tower above the small shaking woman before her.  

The child hid it’s face in the mothers shoulder, too scared to gaze upon divinity.  

“Tell me, child,” the goddess lowered her voice, to only be heard by this one, “why do you seek my aid in your endeavor?”

The womans lips quivered. Her arms wound even tighter around the child.

“They slaughtered us,” she whimpered. “They came out of nowhere and those who could ran with only what they had on their body. This is not my only son. I had two more and a daughter. But I have not seen them since we had to run away. I have no reason to believe… that… that they…”  

And she couldn't get out another word. She fell to her knees, clutching her remaining child.  

The goddess rose once more. Floating through the air, her eyes fixated upon her first conversational partner.  

“Is this one telling the truth? Were you truly the unwilling victims of an unprovoked attack..?”

The man inhaled, trying to find his words, but none came out. His squared shoulders fell a bit and a look of defeat arose in his eyes.

“We negotiated with them for years. We kept them out for as long as we could. But a few days ago… they broke through our western defenses. Their attack came over us like a storm – no warning, no mercy. We are the last of us,” he was pleading now, “we do not know where to turn to any longer. Allag is awaiting us in every direction. They do not take prisoners. Please, goddess of mine- please..”

Silence followed his words.  

The goddess was still afloat. Her eyes roving across her devotees.  

An unprovoked attack. Utter annihilation. People leaving their dearest behind.  

This was no balance. No. Not at all

“Dear children,” the cold, uncaring voice of the goddess send shivers down her peoples spines, “you have gathered yourselves and summoned me as a last resort against the imminent and unprovoked attack by thy enemy. You have brought great sacrifices.”

And Sophia took to the skies, her divine helper following suit.  

“You shall not want for assistance.”

And the scales of fate rattled, one pan slightly lower than the other.  

Her people would not be toyed with any longer.  

[beronicahugs]

Save You - T.T

synopsis: you’re Cheryl’s twin, and instead of Cheryl being sent to the sisters of quiet mercy, you are

pairing; Toni x fem!reader, Cheryl x Sister!Reader

Y/N ; your name

Y/N/N ; your nickname

A/n: please let me know if you want more cheryl and toni imagines <3

~~~

While Cheryl sat with your Nana in the hospital, you sat outside the door. Cheryl was taking a lot of heat from your mother right now, and you were supposed to be the lookout. You were the more muted triplet of the three. Jason was a Jock, Cheryl was a drama queen and you were more silent. Not to say you didn’t have your own Blossom flare. After the death of your brother you and Cheryl got closer, and when your father had passed, you had to stick together.

The previous night you had heard you mother talking to you uncle. That they had to ‘take out’ the three of you.

Buzz.

You looked down at you screen and let out a small smile,

“I’ll be at the hospital soon Y/N/N , stay safe <3″

It was from Toni, one of your newest ‘friends’.

Cheryl had invited most of the river vixen team over the past weekend, because she knew about your thing for Toni. Of course, while you and Toni were actually having a conversation for once, that didn’t involve some Jock coming up to you and nagging you, your Nana ‘fell down the stairs’.

You sighed, and answered with an ‘okay’.

Staring at your feet, you waited until Cheryl came out of the room.

“Y/N we have to talk to the doctor, we can’t let Nana go back to them. They can’t-”

You could hear the heels of your mother before you could see her.

Cheryl’s eyes widened. “Cheryl” You spoke, “You have to go back into the room and hide”

She didn’t ask any questions, and quickly ran into the room.

Your mother smiled at you, but it was not a genuine smile. Far from it.

“Where is Cheryl”

“She’s practicing for the river vixens”

Your mother rolled her eyes as a doctor walked by.

“Everything Okay miss?” The doctor asked. You probably should’ve said something, but you stayed silent. “Oh, everything is fine. She’s just tired, that’s all. I’ll be taking her home now to rest up”

She grabbed you upper arm a little too harshly, and rushed you out the hospital.

You both got in the car, and she locked the doors as you drove off.

Turning right instead of left, you furrowed your brows.

“I thought-”

“You thought wrong. Bad things are going around Y/N. And you are not helping the situation”

“But, you’re the one who’s doing it. You pushed Nana down the stairs!”

“Yes but it’s your sins that have started it all”

~~~

Your hair was in loose pigtails, you face was sweaty and smudged with dirt. Sister Livingston walked in, and seemed annoyed with your stacking job. You had been stacking bag filled with rocks for the past 6 hours. You arms, back and legs were sore, and you were shaking. Whatever pills and medication they gave you made you anxious. After all, it was a ‘conversion’ camp. They had to ‘rid you of the sins’. You had never really had an attraction to guys. Maybe it was because all the jocks would hit on you, and treat you terribly.

The whole time you were here, you thought about Toni. And the nuns seemed to know it, as it seemed you got more intense treatment than the others. Then again, it could be your mothers doing.

“Come on girl. It’s movie night. Clean yourself up”

After ebbing ushered to your room, you ran your fingers through your hair to try and get the knots out. You dusted off some dirt, and slipped on your shoes again.

~~~

A greyscale landscape was playing on the screen. Two men walked by a river.

“Bobby and Michael knew they shouldn’t be. committing the sin. That they should just turn around and find something prideful to do. Like a sport” The narrator spoke.

“Y/N?”

You could swear you heard Toni’s voice. But it wasn’t her, it couldn’t be. Maybe the nuns were right, you were starting to go crazy. A tear fell down your cheek, hitting your skirt.

“Y/N?!” 

You were sure you could ask for more medicine before bed. You already felt numb.

“Y/N!?!”

The door slammed open. You couldn’t see the figure due to the bright lights. It was probably a nun.

“Y/n?” The figure ran out in front on the projector.

The pink highlighted girl stood there, shielding her eyes with her hand.

“Y/n? Are you there?”

“Toni?”

You walked slowly over to her. The people sitting in the chairs watched as you got closer to her.

“We came to rescue you”

“You did?”

Toni put her hands softly on your cheeks, before pressing her lips to yours.

You put your hands behind her neck. All you needed to be safe was her, then you’d be okay.

“Y/N, Toni there are a bunch nuns coming, we have to go, come on!” Veronica shouted.

Toni held out her hand for you, as all four of you ran off. Nuns with flashlights followed you and you froze.

Toni stopped with you and looked at you with concern. “Come on, we have to move!” Veronica yelled. “It’s okay Y/N/N, I promise”

You all continued on, running through the maze of tunnels. Your grip on Toni’s hand got tighter, as you were getting anxious they would catch you.

Moonlight was cast in the tunnel as you finally got to the end. Kevin was there waiting for you. As soon as the four of you ran out, Kevin and Josie worked on the door. 

You held onto Toni for dear life, as she ran her hands through your hair lightly, trying to calm you down.

Josie put a crowbar through the lock, as the nuns pushed on the door to try and open it.

The five of you ran to safety, Veronica dropping you and Toni off at Toni’s house.

~~~

“I know it’s not as grand as thorn hill, but I figure it’s something for the night”

“Thank you” You said meekly.

“No problem, Here” She handed you a band shirt and some sweatpants, “You can take a shower, first door to your right”

You closed the door behind you quietly, setting the clothes on the counter. You turned on the shower to warm and took off the dirty top and skirt. You took the pigtails out of your hair, bumps forming from your hair being in them for so long.

As the warm water ran down your back, you sighed. You grabbed a little shampoo and washed your hair. Sure it wasn’t as luxurious as home, but it was safer, and to be honest you liked it better.

After stepping out of the shower, you tossed on the clothes. They smelt like flowers, just like Toni. You blushed just thinking about her. You tossed your hair in a bun and stepped outside of the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

In her room,Toni was lying on her bed in just a large T-shirt, scrolling on her phone. Peering up from the light, she turned her phone off and set it on the counter.

“Hey” You spoke softly, walking over.

Toni moved over slightly so you could lie down.

“Hey” She smiled.

“Thank you. For saving me today”

“No problem. I know what it’s like to not be accepted” 

She put her arm out, and you curled next to her side.

This was what you wanted. To be accepted and not have to deal with your obnoxious family. This was were you were truly happy. In Toni’s arms.

[thatdamnokie]

today, i watched rocknrolla for the first time and kept a running tab of live commentary which can be found below the cut and is a stupid amount of ridiculous and will not make ANY sense unless you’ve also seen rocknrolla and like--have some vague memory of how the movie happens because this was all pretty much stream-of-consciousness or whatever.

yoooo i dig the opening song. okay. off to a good start.

for real thought the dark castle logo was hogwarts fml

is that… mark’s voice?

who is this muscular motherfucker?

LOOK AT THAT FUCKING BONG PIPE THING

that’s as tall as a toddler what the fuck

look at all these people in this movie!

THAT WAS MARK

mr. strong ladies and gentleman

… wait lenny looks super familiar, what else have i seen him in.

this all seems very complicated.

idris and gerard!

counselor’s cute too

why is everyone in this movie so fucking cute

WHERE ELSE HAVE I SEEN THIS GUY

every time mark speaks i jump

wait is that—gerard’s actual accent?

lenny, you are a terrifying dude.

and mark i want to ruffle your hair.

archie, that profile, sweet gracious.

… fuck he’s in the background and i just can’t stop looking at him.

this all sounds very, very complicated.

he calls him “len” omg

“do i look like a fucking immigrant” u h m

okay so pretty sure i don’t like lenny, they should just let archie be the leader

enter the russiannnsss

your sweater is dumb russian guy

i like his accent though

guys i don’t know enough about real estate hustling to be able to explain this to another person

aw sweet russian sweater man giving him his painting

… wait no camera man show me the painting

“whiskey is the new vodka” sure yuri whatever you say

lenny i can shoot whiskey better than you can you fucking bitch

dude you can’t hold your sauce can you?

archie

archie help him

fuck he is so handsome

that jawline

“famous archie smile” I WANNA SEE

dude you need to be nicer to people when whiskey makes you that sweaty?

… i’m sorry but i think i could outdrink arch’s boss???

bless whoever made mark narrator

yooooo stella!

i like her!

dude she looks boss as fuck

“i don’t feel like smiling”

dude a marriage of convenience where you don’t have regular sex sounds awful

“welcome to the—speeler?” did he say speeler?

tom!

some of the names in the opening credits didn’t look familiar but these faces do.

wait is gerard gay or was he making a joke?

that. accent. gracious.

just picture that growling in your ear. fuck, i want a british boyfriend guys. i mean it.

i like the color scheme of all this like everything’s—muted, but still classy?

okay i dig 1-2 and stella’s broship.

can you imagine just calling him twelve to save time

“just a black eye, nothing more.”

dude she has louboutins! or something like them! the ones with the red bottoms, i’m probably misspelling it.

hanging out at the country club. very classy.

arch, you’re all limbs.

… you’re also scary.

duuuuude he has a way of talking that just makes me nervous. like an undercurrent of a threat, things implied…

“in there like swimwear” i’m stealing that.

duuuuude lenny’s robe though?

i got office envy! look at that desk.

WHO FALLS BACKWARDS IN THEIR CHAIR

oh shit they took the painting

… that i still don’t know what it looks like, guys let me see it

len you are boned.

“and archie’s gonna have to go… to work.”

he is literally the tallest dude in every shot.

is he giving him slapping lessons rn.

… yes he is.

oh

oh

oh no

JESUS

ARCHIE

we do NOT HIT PEOPLE

gracious.

i’m torn because on one hand, that would probably really fucking hurt, his hands are probably as big as my fucking face

on the other hand—would i let mark strong slap me?

… maybe.

“but you keep the receipts because this ain’t the mafia”

idrisssss

fuck if he smiled at me like that i’d do whatever he said too

“everybody have fun tonight! <3” :D EVERYBODY WANG CHUNG TONIGHT

“now fuck off”

oh twelve

ugh all the style in this movie.

wardrobe goals.

i want that bag.

“… maybe.” bro you said that like you wanted the d, and i can’t say i blame you.

i like how yuri says london.

for a split second i thought that was tom holland???

ohhhhh what’s gonna happen now!

does everyone just like—drive mark around in these movies

OMG it’s the same money

this shit is hysterical

i want to mess his hair up. because if we were in public he’d probably hate it and tbh i’d be too scared to do it but maybe privately…

guys… i feel like i’d fit into the uk.

ohhhhh an INFORMANT

… oh that dude is cute!

oh that dude is CRAZY

oh, drugs, right. these are the drugs i do not do.

his name is TWELVE archie

see, he’s so good at being quietly threatening

his laugh is so… <3

i think ship stella and yuri—

oh FUCK i forgot she was married

he’s also gay as shit, yuri

dude she just got so sad…

“you devil”

oh duuuuuude

you want that v so bad and it is so obvious

they both have nice hands.

poor bob. :(

twelve you sweet scottish bastard.

OH

UHM

OKAY

that’s a twist.

twelve noooo

dude be cool

DUDE

DUDE THIS IS NOT HOW YOU HANDLE THIS

CALM DOWN

oh my god

duuuuude, twelve.

dude.

bob. bob honey i am so sorry.

is he crying? T.T

TWELVE DO SOMETHING

“no I’M FUCKING SORRY”

YEAH WELL YOU SHOULD BE

a—a poof?

is ‘poof’ a bad word?

guys i don’t know anything about british slang.

bob honey relax…

ohhhhh i’m not sure if that was a smart question to ask right that second.

archie, you’re so classy and wonderful and probably wouldn’t freak out on people like that. probably.

this van gentleman is so delightful ( i am so bad at names rn )

so his nickname is van gentleman.

TANK

there we go.

i like this broship.

in which arch continues to be all. fucking. leg.

OH SHIT

i was NOT PREPARED

“like most things american they’ve eaten the natives” i mean…

i really like his comparison of the crayfish and greed, but like… i also really want bbq now… (have you HAD bbq crayfish? shit’s delicious.)

also HOLY SHIT was not expecting them to be stuck on him like leeches? that’s terrifying.

archie has like—this hidden mercy about him… like he got a weird look on his face and i couldn’t tell if it had to do with the quid dude or putting the other guy back in with the crayfish.

it’s his STEPSON?

ohhhhh an american!

oh he is handsome.

mickey. <3

what else have i seen this rocker dude in…

“ladies of the pole”

mickey’s hat ftw

oh this fedora guy is cute.

JUNE

i love that name AND her bangs!

this movie was a phenomenal soundtrack

aaannnddd definitely thought that dude was masturbating for a second

wait is that the guy from the beginning?

LENNY

... wwwooooowwww

lenny is an ASSHOLE

LENNY

johnny, johnny honey you do not deserve this

why is this movie full of people who deserve better than they got???

LENNY don’t you DARE

that is NOT OKAY

FUCK YOU

gosh, kid, bless your heart…

SHOW ME THIS FUCKING PAINTING

there are so many different accents in this movie and all it’s doing is confirming the fact that i never left my “i want a boyfriend with a nice voice” phase

“guns nuns and cowboys” idk what this bonanza thing is but i’m in

johnny you are very scary and i’m sorry that your stepdad made you like this.

dude stop touching june?

“it’s tasty and exotic—a bit like your june.” lenny you’re disgusting.

that’s an intense line of questioning, lenny.

this fucking painting.

ARCHIE

STOP FUCKING WITH THE MICROPHONE

oh my god

i literally just want him to never stop talking

omg bob.

dude twelve looks piiiiiiissed.

i think… i missed a part of the plot.

guys i want to be a part of this world but i’m only able to say that because no one’s very asked me to like… torture someone.

or sleep with someone gross.

victor you handsome bastard.

russian is such a guttural language i love it

FUCK YOU LENNY

at least you’re getting better at shooting your whiskey? fucking asshole.

like i like him less and less because he’s just GROSS you guys

jk could still outdrink him.

if you touch archie lenny i will reach through his screen and rip your face off.

i really wouldn’t be threatening someone who could snap you in half but okay

who the hell is cookie?

COOKIE

you look like a one-many party

omg where are your pants

cookie

cookie i love you you disaster of a man

omg i want to be invited to one of these parties

like just let me relax in a corner with an old fashioned and a cute boy

OHHH THEY FUCKED

OH

OKAY

that explains a lot

dude bob that’s—okay but like they thought he was going to prison, that was just an accident

wait does archie know?

dude stella i want to be your friend so you can help me with my wardrobe

… twelve. twelve what are you doing.

stella looks so fucking unimpressed

YEAH BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING

dude, stella, girl, i’m sorry

at least one of you can dance

oh bertie you gay as shit

stella why did you marry this man

i like this closed captioning thing they’re doing.

who. is. the. informant.

“and remember—i *am* dangerous.” yes you are baby.

bertie you are so awkward

bob. bobby no. D:

BOB

oh bertie don’t act like you didn’t like getting bossed around i saw it in your face

y’all he is fucking ENAMORED

i’d go see this guy live.

that bouncer wasn’t fucking around. one hit knockouts.

… john. johnny. what are you doing

JOHNNY DO NOT STAB THE BOUNCER

HE IS MAKING ME SO NERVOUS

HOLY SHIT

JOHNNY

ALL RIGHT COOL LET’S JUST SHANK THE BOUNCER

johnny you are batshit crazy

“fucking mutt” wait, what does that mean?

mumbles is a handsome man.

ohhhh this is an awkward conversation.

“made a pass.” right.

ohhhh. oh he knows.

twelve, dude, i’m sorry.

he looks so uncomfortable.

but hey like this means they didn’t fuck so that’s a thing?

boooob, sweetheart. <3

they’re all such good mixes of good and evil.

except lenny. fuck lenny.

ooooo that lady has pretty hair.

oh wait THAT’S cookie?

then who was pantsless homie?

this movie has such a big cast and i can keep track of like four people.

this club lounge place looks cool though.

he helped him get off the rock? that’s pretty rad.

p.s. this movie has a great soundtrack tbh.

all the same kiddos maybe just stick to weed and the occasional hallucinogens

say no to cocaine and crack

oh, johnny. :(

buddy.

holy SHIT this guy’s scars though!

DUDE

how many scars do these russian guys HAVE

… ADJNSJANSOAPSLKKJADSM

TRAIN

OKAY

WAIT NO TRUCK

JESUS

… more scars i guess?

… wait i wonder if archie has scars like that?

ohhhhh noooo yuri.

yuri did your friends die?

LENNY you’re racist and i do not like you.

oooohhhh why do i feel like so many bad things are gonna happen in the last part of this movie.

twelve you’re limping my baby who hurt you

… oh

OH

THAT is who hurt you

also i ship those two russian guys

i like how stella was apparently just watching the entire thing from a distance

and then has the audacity to critique him lmfao

holly shit right into a STOREFRONT

dude NONE of y’all are having a good day

this entire scene is fucking—something else

guns

knives

golf clubs

just

anything you can pick up and use as a weapon at all

WHAT THE FUCK

ARE THESE DUDES JUST INDESTRUCTIBLE

“ABANDON SHIP RUN FOR YOUR LIVES”

YEAH BITCH AGREED

OH SHIT COPS

BOB ARE YOU JUST GONNA WAVE LIKE THEY’RE YOUR BROS

THIS IS STRESSFUL

PARKOUR

bob you look like a puppy

and twelve looks like a zombie

and then there’s mumbles who just stole the coolest bike helmet i’ve ever seen

twelve, honey, you just can’t catch a break

dude russian guy is fucking RIPPED

kudos to who did the cinematography of this because it looks fucking cool

this is the slowest high-intensity chase i’ve ever seen

ripped and covered in blood. i dig it.

twelve you faker

oh hi ruskies

archie do you own any clothing that’s not black, grey or blue…?

fuck i love that jacket, but it’s so long it just makes him look even taller

LENNY

YOU NEED TO NOT BE SO FUCKING RACIST?

and get your hands off his testicles!

gracious.

everyone in this movie needs jesus.

johnny stop calling him pedro.

can…. can i see the painting please.

please.

guys.

this poor scottish guy.

yuri got cake.

johnny… sorta reminds me of freddie mercury in some of these shots? for like a few seconds at a time.

… okay so i’m full of dread between this monologue and what’s happening on the golf course.

lenny. buddy. you really got like. not do that. stop calling everyone immigrants

OH SHIT

GET HIM

GET HIM VICTOR

YOU GO BABY

this is a weird juxtaposition in terms of scenes though?

like

lenny getting his legs beat

and johnny’s super sad speech about the cigs

dude i can’t bring myself to feel bad for len.

wait where’s archie?

“and that is also why i cannot give that painting back.”

this is a set up for something really really bad.

and then they have moments where they act like dudes i know and i warm up to pete and johnny.

bobby stop fucking with that poor man. you’re gonna make him fall in love with you.

“i’m going back to bed.” “can i come?”

*smack* okay, that shit was funny.

johnny you need some chicken.

oh these motherfuckers.

… guys i wanna be a rocknrolla

lmao a protest

that flat looks disgusting.

dude you need to treat your bro better

ASJANSJASN

THEY TOOK THE PAINTING

CAN I SEE IT

LET ME SEE THIS FUCKING PAINTING

OH MY GOD THIS IS GREAT

if this movie ends without me seeing this fucking painting i’m going to kill someone

good man cookie.

TANK’S WATCHING P&P

COOKIE YOU DA REAL MVP

gerard’s laugh though

OH

… well then

like if she wasn’t so unhappy in her marriage i’d feel bad

THE INFORMANT YES TELL ME

… sydney shaw?

“where did he learn a word like pseudonym?”

awwww he likes her…

oh she likes him!

okay good because that sex didn’t look romantic at all.

“you’ve got very good taste mr. one-two.”

lenny fuck you.

you’re gonna be alive for like three more years, relax.

archie. <3 that protectiveness—even if it is for lenny.

aaannnnddd enter the russians.

what a clustfuck.

wait TWELVE

DAMNIT TWELVE

OPEN YOUR EYES

… oh you are FUCKED

ooosajdnaksdjnajsdna this is anxiety-inducing

y’all this is why drugs are bad

and then nice outside scene. birds chirping. looks like a lovely day.

oh shit ARCHIE WITH A GUN

there’s no way that twelve is still alive

what the FUCK

am i SEEING

dude archie, me too

omg ARCHIE HELP HIM

that SMILE

dude i’d laugh too

OH

OH SHIT

welp.

okay, we all figured archie was gonna kill people

put your FUCKING TONGUE BACK IN YOUR MOUTH

wait he SHOT TWELVE?

omg everything is happening at once.

wait, stella, what’d you do?

OMG

dude she looked FREAKED OUT

yuri… dude, what are you doing…?

UHM

WHAT

WAIT

WHAT IS HAPPENING

STELLA YOU LITERALLY FUCKED TWELVE LIKE A SECOND AGO

ohhhhhhhhhh

ohhhhhhh noooooo

ohhhhh NOOOOO

oh stella, honey you in danger girl

archie looks a thousand percent done and he’s been around this kid thirty seconds

wait archie was in prison?

this sydney shaw person put arch in prison…

duuuuuude younger!archie ;-;

“uncle arch” T.T

WHAT the fuck, lmao

just whipping out his gun, nbd

archie stop that. they’re babies.

johnny man you’ve—been fucked up for a while.

dude archie you look miserable.

ohhhh nobody died.

THANK YOU ARCHIE

GET HIM

i hate this entire family.

who all is about to die in this weird basement silent hill place.

… dude. johnny’s face though.

like i’ve felt like NO sympathy for lenny this entire time but i feel bad for johnny. :/

“a hot bath and a cold razor”

… dude

“because you’re poison john.”

o u c h

but like he is CRAZY

like

help i don’t know who to feel for

i feel for everyone

… except lenny

OH SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK

LENNY

JESUS

DUDE

HE IS GOING TO KILL HIS OWN STEPSON

what the fuck is happening.

YES THE INFORMANT

wait.

WAIT.

IT’S FUCKING LENNY????

OH MY GOD

“you are a VERY dirty bastard sydney.”

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT

THE

FUCK

NO

STOP KILLING EVERYONE

I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS

NO NO NO NO  NO NO NO

NO NO NO NO THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANTED

this is STRESSFUL

“put your hands up!”

*thud*

okay that was funny

THE BOYS!

oh, archie.

oooohhhhh… all this shit…

archie. fuck, you can hear the betrayal in his voice.

shit, this is sad.

“there is no spring without a winter. no life without death.”

… archie?

oh a time skip!

oh SHIT johnny got a GLO UP

“c’mon then give us a cuddle”

i’ll GLADLY you give you a cuddle

OH MY GOD THE PAINTING

SHOW ME

S H O W M E

… you literally put those russian guys in pieces, didn’t you archie.

you terrifying motherfucker.

GUYS I WANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD

FUCK YOU GO GET THEM JOHNNY

... wait was there supposed to be a sequel?

… WAIT

WAIT  NO

NO

YOU FUCKING SHOW ME THAT GOD DAMN PAINTING

oh my god.

fuck it.

fuck that.

nope.

like mid-credit scenes are the least y’all can do.

… wait is that tom and gerard just like fucking with each other, it might be, that’s sort of adorable.

dude that gay club looks like fun though.

i don’t dance because i’ll spill my drink but.

awwwww guys i could watch them dance forever, like, this shit is funny.

ohhhh i hope this means that archie becomes the new lenny. he’d be a much better lenny.

and now we sway to this groovy end credit music while i sit and seethe in hatred that i never saw the painting and i’m pissed about it. :))))))

… fuck.

welp, guess i’ll just have to write shit about how the fuck this dude falls in love with a cop then.

[zimagine]

You Again, But I Don’t Mind (ft. Kang Daniel)

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Title: You Again, But I Don’t Mind

Member: Kang Daniel (Wanna One)

Rating: 19+

Prompts: #1 Tonight, just the two of us [Energetic], #3 I wanna see you again [Never], #8 Uh, I don’t like those other guys next to you [Energetic]

Here you go Anon-nim! I’ve been having Daniel fever lately (I mean who doesn’t T.T) so I hope you don’t mind that I used Daniel for this one!

Hope you like it >.<

You’ve been trying to avoid him ever since the two of you hooked up by mistake that one night. You were too drunk and he was too hot. Well, he’s always been hot. But strangely enough, he’s been around you more often nowadays. You didn’t even know you guys were in the same faculty until he started to show up for philosophy classes.

At first you chose to ignore him, giving him the cold shoulder like the ice princess you were, but as time went by you got used to his presence. 

Unknowingly, you had started to look forward to his lazy morning ‘hello’s as he dropped his body to sit next to you in class. And him occasionally slipping a loose flyaway behind your ear when you’re taking note. You even found his cheesy pick up lines appealing. And that is a wonder.

Honestly, was there something between the two of you?

Downing another shot, you glared at the two people across the room. Him cornering that man-whore, kissing her, at a strange angle where you’d catch him locking eyes with you several times. You were not even jealous, they just pissed you off so much.

Well, look at her. Face caked with makeup, skimpy dress it would’ve been better if she showed up naked instead, those hair extensions, oh god. The only thing making her look good was Daniel making out with her in that suit.

This sucked. Why did you even come to this party? Maybe if you showed up with a date you wouldn’t have been so pissed off.

You slammed your drink and left the bar, making your way through the crowd of people, pushing them aside, not caring how unpleasant you were being. “Move it,” you said to some random guy. 

“Whoo, someone sure is salty?” Daniel said.

“Ha?” You looked up. The first thing you noticed was that his jacket was off, and that it was resting on that skank’s shoulders. You snapped.

“Weren’t you busy eating some cheap cake? Why don’t you just get back to it before all of her frosting melt and you’re left with a tasteless base.” You pushed him away, making your way to the exit door.

He tailed beside you, following you as you make your way to the parking lot. “Is someone jealous I brought a date?”

You looked up at him. He looked so good with his shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing his chest. And yes, of course you were jealous. “Me? Jealous? Of you? Of her? Bless your delusional heart.”

“That’s what they keep telling me when they’re jealous,” he chuckled a reply.

“Oh fuck off,” you said, trying to push him away.

When he held your arm and locked your back against the door of his car. “Well if you’re not, then I am,” he said in a serious tone. 

You were taken aback. His dark brown eyes bore into yours, glistening ethereally against the light of the street lamp. You searched for signs of him being superficial, but the only thing you found was sincerity. And you didn’t know what’s gotten in your mind, what drove you to do it. But you felt like it was the right thing to do. Maybe because you just longed for the taste of his lips again.

So you cupped his cheeks and crashed his lips to yours.

Daniel was shocked at first, but he kissed you back soon after, smirking through the kiss.

Your lips moulded perfectly – as if they were meant for each other. Moving against each other, feeling each other. He grabbed the back of your neck, growling in the kiss as you whimpered in pleasure.

Within a split second you were already seated on top of him at the backseat of his car, him exploring the sweet spots of your neck. Going back to planting hungry kisses on your lips, he was obviously impatient. The sides of his thighs were pressed against yours, spreading them open, and he took the chance to slightly grind his hip against yours.

You surrendered completely, letting him take control. He pinned you against the window, leaving trails of kisses from your lips to your breasts. He tugged the top of your dress to take them off, giving him access to your breasts. His fingers immediately went to unclasp the hook of your bras, grunting the moment he saw your eye-candy. He savoured your breasts, sucking, nipping at your tip, caressing them with such care, almost as if he was treating an antique.

He didn’t linger too long though, just enough for you to see how beautiful you were to him. It was your core he wanted to see, and his hands could tell him the rest.

He led his other hand to rip off your underwear. “Babe, you’re so wet,” he moaned rubbing your clit. You pushed your body up, feeling needy.

You let out a moan of ecstasy as his fingers suddenly drove into you, relaxing your core. You kissed him sloppily, hands unzipping his trouser, grabbing his lengthy member. And you began to stroke him slowly.

He growled at the sudden contact, bringing your lips together, clearly enjoying your touch. And he returned the favour by adding another finger into your core.

“Danh! Hhhh… h-harder!” You moaned through the kiss.

He obliged and started teasing your heat with his finger. A smirk crawled upon his lips. “So, mind telling me why you were so pissed off?”

“Ahh, sh-shut up Dan!”

“I saw you glancing at me.”

You didn’t reply and just drowned in the bliss of his fingers curling inside you, hitting your spots perfectly.

“You can tell me if you were jealous.” He teased you more, now rubbing and chuffing your clit at the same time.

You bit your lower lip. “D-don’t get too f-full of yourself-h!”

“Oh, really?” He drove his fingers even faster, curling and chugging your heat, making you tremble at his touch.

“Ah, shit!”

“Tell me you were jealous.” He whispered in a low tone, making you shiver, getting you closer to your release.

When he took his fingers out.

You growled, clearly disappointed at the sudden lost. “Ah fuck! Yes, Daniel! I was jealous!” You said cupping his cheeks with both hands. “Now stop fucking teasing me!”

He looked at you briefly. Red tints burning your cheeks, neck and breast full of his love bites, and you – a moaning mess under his mercy.

He smiled, caressing you cheeks as he pulled you into another kiss, this time much softer but nonetheless needy. He shoved his fingers back into you harder. Harder and harder, until you reached your high.

Another moan escaped you mouth, giving him the chance to massage your tongue with his. And he rubbed your clit slowly to help you ride your high, giving you butterfly kisses across your collarbone.

You flopped on top of his chest, couldn’t believe the fact that you were this exhausted at his foreplay.

He started kissing your hair. “Ever since that night I’ve been thinking of how much I wanna see you again,” he broke the silence. “And yeah, I was even glad we shared the same class.”

“But,”

“But?”

“I, uh… I,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I don’t like those other guys next to you?”

You chuckled, lifting your head from his chest. “And that’s why you brought that shapeless being of a woman as your date?”

“Hey come on, she wasn’t that bad. She’s just had a tad bit too much make up.”

You laid your head back on his chest, giggling at his respond. “Look at you contradicting yourself,” you rolled your eyes. But you liked this honest side of him.

“So,” he stroked your back, “what do you say?”

“What?” You mumbled against his chest.

“Tonight, just the two of us?”

You lift up your head, giving him the confused look.

“You know,” he led your hand to his erect member, “you have to finish what you started.”

-END-

Gahh >.< *started digging hole, entered the hole head first* I hope you like it Anon-nim. Thank you for the request!

Luvluv, © zImagine

[alexiela73]

Out of curiosity: how have you discovered Overwatch? Do you play it? Mains? ^-^

Curiosity is good: Please don’t leave once you know the answers.

My ex showed me Overwatch last year. It was one of the games that helped bring us together, and honestly we still play it a lot together. He started me on Tracer, and he helped me start branching out so that I could be more confident.

I still play Overwatch. I mostly play PC now (IGN is also Alexiela73), but I also have Overwatch for PS4. T.T My ex and my coworker are trying to encourage me to now get Xbox One as well, so that I can play with them. 

Don’t get angry at my mains. I already know 93% of you will cringe when you read it. I main Symmetra, Junkrat, Mercy, Ana, Sombra and Reinhardt. In that order. While I am trying to be flexible, I personally just really like these characters and they suite my ever-changing needs. 

[juniper-rose-blower]

WE ALL FALL DOWN- No one is safe in the end of my muse’s story. Everyone important to the story has perished. This can include your muse or not. || Have at it! Kill us all!

((gods damn it! Why you do this to me?!?!?! @brian-wellson @quai-mason @killerkyara @alastar-wyatt @monettemason I hope you’re happy! T.T

TW: death, gore, blood, violence, angst. You have been warned!))

June was cursing under her breath as she moved through the fel-tainted ruins of southern Azsuna. The mission had gone completely south.

Wren and Kestrel had ventured out first, followed by a worried Swan. The area they were in was overrun with demons, making movement difficult. They all had listened in horror as it sounded like Swan’s comm had literally been crushed, her shout of agony cut short as the line was severed.

“INFERNAL! GET OUT HERE NOW!” Wren’s voice was urgent and commanding when she shouted into the line to the rest. Without hesitation, June had moved below decks to secure her things - she’d be needed as a healer this time. Sparrow and Osprey went on ahead, leaving her with Siskin - Gwen and Trin had remained behind this time.

The young man shifted back and forth impatiently, watching her grab for a few things at a time, turning around several times to try to cram more supplies into her bag. He sighs at her once, “Come on, they need us.”

June’s brow furrowed in worry, but she nodded, and they took off after the rest.

The Botanist wasted no time, shifting to her travel form and letting him climb onto her back, racing toward the ping on their comms. Everything in her told her she should hurry, and she seemed not to notice when he gripped her mane so hard that he was tugging on it painfully.

As they arrived, what they saw was chaos.

Swan was bloody and unresponsive on the ground, her leathers singed by fel fire. Kestrel was fighting alongside Wren in quick shadowy bouts behind an infernal, trying to find a weak point. There was demon hunter she didn’t recognize, holding the fel construct’s attention as he spoke in demonic.

Sparrow and Osprey were throwing everything they had at it, blades and bullets not making much of a mark.

Siskin leapt from her back, charging the thing with his sword in hand, slashing uselessly at the boulders that made up its form. Her large eyes looked on in horror, catching sight of Osprey. The woman glanced back at her and made mad motions toward Mo, her meaning evident.

Without further hesitation, June rushed to Swan’s side, shifting as she slid through the dirt. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw the woman’s full condition. Her entire midsection was crushed, no doubt from the blow of the infernal the others now fought. A rapidly growing pool of blood was spreading beneath the woman, her caramel skin quickly turning ashen.

“No, no. Come on, Mo. Hold on.” She closed her eyes, focusing on everything she’d learned in the art of druidic healing. Gwen had been helping her, but she was far from a master. The land around her was already fighting the fel taint that held it, so she instead drew from her own life force.

The energy swirled around her fingers in soft mint-green swirls as it built up. She lifted her pale eyes upward, praying, “If ever I needed a miracle, now would be it!” She grit her teeth, channeling Aessina’s Tranquility with all she could muster. Even as she felt herself weaken, flowers blossomed around Mo’s form, the worst of the horrid injury healing before her eyes. Tears streamed down her face as she watched Mo take a ragged breath, groaning softly.

“Mmnng... where... where is everyone?”

“We’re here, Mo. I have to get you out of here.” She heard Kestrel let out a strangled cry as he was knocked away from the infernal, striking a crumbling stone wall and sinking into a heap on the ground. Wren’s shout of frustration as she held out her hands, inky shadows snaking from her arms and attacking the infernal made her shudder. She glanced around again - saw Osprey rush to Kestrel’s side.

“Go... help... him.” Mo sounded weak. June looked back to her charge, frowning. The fel was eating away at the blooms that had come with her healing, until they wilted to ash. Mo’s complexion was turning ashen again. She didn’t have a lot of time.

She shook her head at Mo, moving to try to lift the woman up. Her hands slipped in the pool of blood, the strong iron smell reaching her nose. She froze for a moment, shaking her head to keep it clear.

Not now, she thought, gritting her teeth again. She waved Sparrow over, grateful when the woman wasted no time to join them.

“Please... please, you have to get her away from here.” Her strained tone would’ve been clear, and Sparrow might’ve even seen a flash of crimson in the Botanist’s eyes. She nodded once, helping Mo up and hobbling as fast as they could away from the crater to find cover.

June stared down at her hands, covered in blood. She heard her heart beat in her head, shaking it again. Not yet! she pleaded to herself, rushing to move to Kestrel’s side with Osprey.

“What are you doing here?! I told you to get Mo out!”

“Sparrow’s got her. We can’t leave him here!” June was already checking Kestrel’s vital signs. His breathing was shallow, but he didn’t seem too bad, considering what he’d been through previously. As she looked him over, her eyes caught sight of the dark veins snaking up his neck. She frowned, moving to push aside his pants leg, looking at his knee - more sinister shadowy veins wormed around the knee she’d worked so hard to help him heal.

“Leave it! We have to get out of here.” Osprey was nudging her several times with the butt of her rifle. Familiar carvings on its surface brushed June’s arm. But June shook her head, moving Kestrel’s vest aside. Her pale eyes went wide as she looked in horror at the old wound on his abdomen. Gray skin and a cluster of necrotic veins spider-webbing outward. The sight made her sick. She shook her head, wondering how bad he’d let his pain get lately.

“June! We have to move, now!” Osprey’s voice caught her attention, and she watched Siskin and Wren struggle to hold back the infernal. Wren looked ready to collapse, a small trickle of blood dripping from her nose. Justine grabbed Kestrel’s arm, heaving him up. June took his other side, and they moved around the battlefield until they reached Sparrow and Swan.

“Where’s Quai?” Mo’s voice sounded exhausted. June glanced behind her toward the infernal before leaving Kestrel to be supported by Osprey.

“Hey! Where are you going?” The woman’s voice called after her, but June was already sprinting back toward the fight. Siskin and the demon hunter were leading the infernal further over, and Wren was on the ground, convulsing.

As June was closing the distance between them, she heard Osprey shout at her again: “Stop! June, look up!” The Botanist paused, doing as she was bid. She watched in horror as another infernal barreled, flaming and meteoric, down toward Wren. A deafening crash and a shock wave overtook June, and she coughed as dust surrounded the area.

When the dust cleared, a second infernal was now fighting Siskin and the demon hunter, and Wren lay lifeless in a crater, most of her body burned raw and crushed to a pulp.

June let out a strangled cry, her eyes stinging from dust and tears and fel fire. She pounded a fist into the ground, only to hear Osprey’s voice behind her, “Come on, we have to get out of here.”

With a nod, she took the woman’s hand, rising back to her feet. But as they headed toward Mo and Sparrow and Kestrel, they froze. A pair of Shivarra were standing over the trio, grinning maliciously. In a flurry of blades, Kestrel was run through and tossed aside like a rag doll toward them.

June dropped to her knees, panicking slightly as she tried to draw more of her strength to try to heal him. His blood gushed from the wounds, the odor hitting her in the gut like a hammer. Her pupils contracted, and she grit her teeth again. “No.” She pressed her hands uselessly to the gash, but his blood continued to flow around her fingers. Her heart hammered in her chest again, and she felt Osprey sigh.

“June... we have to get out.” She felt the woman’s hand on her shoulder, but the Botanist shoved her away roughly.

“Get away from me!” Her breathing was growing shallow and panicky, the smell of blood overwhelming her rather quickly. She gave Osprey a pleading look.

A shout of agony ripped their attention back to Mo and Sparrow. A felhunter was feasting on the remains of the ashen Mo, while a Shivarra slowly held Sparrow by the limbs, pulling them taut while forcing the woman to watch Mo’s demise.

Osprey grit her teeth, raising her rifle and firing. June looked on in horror as the shot ran through Sparrow’s head, leaving her lifeless. It was mercy, she knew... but she was quickly losing everything she’d come to care for.

From the battlefield, June and Osprey heard Siskin let out a triumphant huzzah, standing alongside the demon hunter as they felled the first infernal. But there was no time to celebrate as a Shivarra joined the second, blades swinging viciously.

June heard Osprey’s rifle as she chambered another round. “Let’s go!” Everything in her told her this was wrong. There was no way this could be real. Fate was playing some cruel joke on her.

As they moved, her mind was fighting a haze. She was vaguely aware of a low rumble in her throat as they moved away from the fighting. A baleful wail told them that Siskin, too, was lost to the Legion’s forces.

They moved toward the beach, away from the ruins. They kept their heads as low as possible, watching the demons as they swarmed and ambled behind them, fighting off other various forces that had also been attempting to gain ground.

Tears stung at June’s eyes, and she shook her head incessantly. She looked down at her hands again. They were covered and crusted over in dirt and blood. The smell was horrid in her nose, loosening her control over the beast within. She looked back to Osprey.

“You have to kill me.” At this, the woman scoffed, pointing the rifle at June seriously.

“Get ahold of yourself. Now is not the time to grieve-” but she paused, watching June’s eyes flash crimson. Her brow furrowed, and she took a step back, gun still pointed at the girl. “June!” Her voice was commanding, forbidding the girl to lose her grip on her humanity.

The Botanist’s eyes were streaming as she dug her fingers into the sand, clawing at anything she could to try to ground herself. She watched Osprey pull out a curious silver casing, chambering it with a frown. June’s voice trembled as she cried softly, “I... I’m so sorry... I failed you... Justine.” She closed her eyes, moaning in agony as her body began to change. Bones cracked, joints popped, limbs grew. Her face elongated, teeth turning to fangs, gray fur sprouting everywhere.

A strange white-hot sensation in her chest followed the bang of Osprey’s rifle, making June jolt, falling backwards. She coughed, her form reverting back to that of a human. Her normally pale skin was splotchy, her face flushed. She watched Osprey drop her rifle, approaching the girl cautiously, sidearm in-hand and pointed at the ground just in case.

June coughed again, blood spattering her lips. Osprey frowned, kneeling by the girl. “You didn’t fail me. Everything is fine. Just relax.” But June shook her head.

“I should’ve been honest with you... should’ve just told you.”

Osprey’s brow arched, and she moved her hand to June’s shoulder, squeezing gently, “You think I didn’t know already?” To this, June’s eyes misted over, more tears falling freely, rolling down her face in earnest.

“Please... please don’t leave.” Her hand reached to grasp at Osprey’s, smearing blood everywhere. Mo’s. Kestrel’s. Her own. She whimpered against the pain, biting her lower lip.

Osprey’s lips pursed, but she did not move away. She sighed, taking a moment to brush a stray strand of June’s hair from the girl’s face. The red was long gone, her normal platinum strands shining against the sand of the beach. She watched June’s reaction, saw the girl’s head move toward her hand, let the girl nuzzle it quietly for comfort. “I’m not going anywhere,” she finally said.

“Jus... can... can we just run away?” Delirium was starting to set in with the blood loss, and her eyes were starting to glaze over. She heard the older woman laugh.

“What? You want to go somewhere and settle down?” It was a bittersweet question, but June still nodded.

“All I want... a cottage for the two of us. I can grow all the food we’ll need. Peace and quiet. Maybe a puppy or two.”

Osprey let out a soft chuckle, stroking the girl’s hair again. “Sure, I suppose we could.”

Juniper closed her eyes, relaxing at the thought. Her words were barely a whisper as she made a last request of Osprey, “Justine... let’s go home.” Her last few breaths were shaky, and she coughed again. Her hand gripping Osprey’s grew slack until it fell limply off to the side.

More demons were starting to group up, heading from the ruins to the beach. The soldier was the only one left, kneeling in the sand, blood smeared on her hands. A survivor, as always.

[sevensity]

rfa boys reacting to a really cold mc when she's not in the mood? like when they try to talk to her she'll just respond with one word or will just literally look at them dead in the eyes. //BUT WILL TRY HER BEST TO MAKE UP TO THEM BY GIVING LOOOOOTS OF HUGS AND KISSES WHEN SHES FEELING BETTER//

I finally got around to writing it! Sorry for the wait T.T

And ‘not in the mood’ as in ‘not in the mood for people’ right because I totally get that

YOOᔕᑌᑎG:

Drrrrrrrrr sunshine baby needs more attention than an actual baby

His classes at school were particularly grueling that day, and he’s thinking about getting home and relaxing with you, maybe playing some LOLOL together

But when he gets home, you don’t come see him right away like you usually do

Today you’re chilling in bed, reading a book you really like

When Yoosung finds you, he’s a bit confused as to why you didn’t greet him, but then maybe you’re just too absorbed in the story?

“MC? Hi,” he says, sitting beside you

He goes in for a hug but you lean away from him

?????

“I’m just…I don’t feel like being around people right now,” you finally say

“Then…then how about we play some LOLOL? That’s fine right? I want to spend time with you!”

“No..Yoosung, I really want to be alone right now.”

You know those dramatic anime moments where a character’s eyes suddenly go all super saiyan sparkly with tears and the hair kinda does the Ghibli poof

yeah that’s him

he runs into another room and sobs for a bit

what happened do they not love me anymore are they going to leave me just like Rika ????

You manage to finish a couple of chapters before the sound of him crying gets to you

He’s curled up in a ball underneath the kitchen table

“Yoosung,” you call to him, crouching beside him

Slowly he looks at you with pink. puffy eyes and sniffles a bit

“Mh?”

“Can I hug you?”

“I thought…I thought you said you wanted to be alone….”

“I’d rather spend the day stuck to your side that see you in pain for a single minute.”

ok mc so then why did you let me cry for like half an hour?

shhh there was a plot twist in the story it was very important I needed to know if his dad was indeed an ostrich or not

You lean your head against his shoulder, and he slowly wraps an arm around you to bring you closer to him

You’re just two cuties snuggling beneath a table what a time to be alive

ᘔEᑎ:

Zen comes back from a long day at work, itching to have your arms around his waist

Too bad for him, today, you just aren’t feeling it

“Babe?” 

You’re sitting in the living room, eating a bucket of ice cream, and promptly ignore him

“Ba-abe?” he says in a singsong voice

Ya just give him a noncommittal grunt

“MC? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

You kinda half-sigh, “I’m not really in the mood to talk right now.”

His eyes widen

O h! The pain! I’ve been struck, and there is no one to ease my agony! he holds his hands over his chest, the painful spear of your reply piercing through his heart

That’s what he’s thinking anyways

But you don’t notice lmao because damn the ice cream is good

Zen leaves for approximately 6.3 minutes and when he returns, he’s carrying a fancy scroll worthy of being in a certain Bethesda game I’m so sorry not sorry at all

Zen does the sassy model walk until he’s standing right in front of you

He opens the scroll and starts to sing

The dude has prepared a whole ballad just for you, complete with theatrical arm flourishes and several ‘paint me like one of your french girls’ worthy poses

Like really Zen at this point who are you even doing this for?

You can practically see the pheromones in the air

The whole time, you’re just ???? that’s not helping???

I’m still more interested in my ice cream

When he finishes the act, he’s lying down on the coffee table, while he waits for your praise that never comes

Him: _(:3」∠)_

You:  ( ་ − ་ )ུ

Zen looks at you for a moment before crying out, “O, I am slain!If thou be merciful,Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet,” then proceeds to roll off the table 

He lands with a loud thump, and you rush over to him because that drop was nothing small

You fear the worst when you see him lying still, and slowly you approach him

“Zen?” you say, gently touching his arm

In a heartbeat, he catches you in his arms and pulls you down beside him

“Do I have your attention now?’’

That bastard was faking it

“Zen, you’ve always had it.”

You feel bad for having hurt his feeling, so you shower him in little kisses and praise the show he had put on for you

but there is a place in your heart that still longs for the simple company of delicious ice cream

ᒍᑌᗰIᑎ:

the day was going beautifully in the life of Jumin Han

His hair was on fleek, he had bought a new black tie, and also made a successful deal with a business partner

The only smear on his otherwise pristine afternoon was your absence 

He was expecting you to greet him by the door with a loving kiss, but today, you are nowhere to be seen

You’re lying down on the sofa, Elly curled up against you, purring heavily as you pet her soft fur

Jumin sees you two and immediately wants to join, so he’s making his way over to you

“No,” you say, not even looking at him

“What?”

“No,” you repeat, and bury your face in the fluffy white cloud in front of you

Jumin stands there, a frown on his face

“Could you please elaborate a bit more? Simply saying ‘no’ very vague. Is it some sort of command? Or complaint? Rejection?”

“All of them at once…I suppose,” you grumble

“I see,” he says, walking away

Jumin spends the rest of the day holed up in his office, definitely not pouting

and also for sure he’s doing very productive stuff instead of watching various cat videos

…

……

He’s a bit salty

When you’re feeling more in the mood for company, you try to give him a hug, but he pirouettes out of your reach and mutters something about “being busy at the moment” ya ok you just wanna finish that ‘10 moments of purest cat fluff’ video

but if you follow him around for a bit and maybe mewl a tiny bit, he’ll be all yours in a heartbeat

ahhahaha all yours more like all over you don’t do anything cat-like around Jumin Han if you want to keep your evening free

ᔕᗩEYOᑌᑎG:

He’s looking around the house for you, wanting to share some snacks while he takes a short break from work

he spots you in the living room, playing a game by yourself

immediately wants to join in

but you just kinda push him away, and tell him to leave you alone

he’s t r i g g e r e d

oh how the tables have turned

he doesn’t question you, and rather just waddles into his room and shuts the door

inside, he’s a truly broken man

eating chips alone in a dark room, he stares at a blank computer screen, contemplating the meaning of life

he is not aware of the hours that pass, nor of your slight knocking on his door

so when he opens it to get more snacks from the kitchen, he almost bowls you over

you were waiting for him, and when you see the tomato emerge from his cave, you flash him a smile and lean up for a kiss -

like Jumin, he evades your grasp, but in a way that makes you both wonder just how on earth did he do it???

You try to catch him again

He somehow winds up on the other side of the room perched atop a filing cabinet

it turns into a game

he’s not avoiding you for the sake of payback well maybe just a tad, he’s also loving the mystery of how he’s getting to all these places so quickly without even realizing it

above the closet

beneath your bed

inside the fridge

swinging in the window curtains

it turns into an intense game of Catch the Teleporting Seven, and you guys go at it for ages

when you both finally collapse on the bathroom floor, exhausted, you’d already forgotten how you even got to that point

Saeyoung drapes himself over you and begins to snore

you wonder when’s the last time someone cleaned the bathroom