#oh friend I cannot even TELL you how many asks have happened to me today

[suzukiblu]

Mirrorverse Clark for wip Wednesday? Hope you’re not too overwhelmed with all the asks you’re probably getting

Superman settles him on his feet much more carefully than Kon would’ve expected him to, and Kon tries to lock his knees so he won’t crumple the moment the other lets go, but Superman . . . doesn’t let go. What he does, in fact, is loop an arm around him and splay a hand across the small of his back, and lift his other hand to touch Kon’s jaw. Tilt it. Kon feels a little dazed, and doesn’t quite . . . 

“Such a gift,” Superman murmurs approvingly. 

And then Superman kisses him. 

Kon makes–a noise. 

Kon almost fucking collapses. 

He doesn’t even know how to kiss back. 

“Come to bed, baby,” Superman coaxes before kissing him again, and Kon can’t possibly do anything else. 

Not for Superman.

[mrchiipchrome]

All Mine

W.C. - 1,3 k

prompt 22. -I can’t describe what I’m feeling. prompt 116. -Baby you’re all mine.

a/n: i know this is quite bad but we move on, this started out as a song prompt thingy. if you want to request, there's a prompt list linked in my masterlist.

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Weight training. One of the most annoying things ever to a certain footballer, you wanted to be out on the pitch playing with your friends, not be in a crowded weight room. It wasn’t that you weren’t strong, you were incredibly so, but it was just incredibly boring.

But, there was one thing that made the long rhythmic sessions worth it. That was being able to shamelessly stare at your girlfriend, a favorite on your part being when she was squatting. It’s been your forever favorite.

You had been caught staring at your girl so many times that you weren’t even phased by the immense teasing you got for it, no you just continued staring while nodding every once in a while.

Today though, you wouldn’t even have the opportunity to do it as Jonas had made the conscious decision to place you with all the youngins. Even he had noticed your decline in productivity when you were close to your Aussie.

This meant that you had to be supervising the youngsters and train, it was just a disaster waiting to happen. 

Chatting with McCabe before the session was to start, you’re quickly pulled away by the infamous duo of Gio and Katherine, each of them tugging on one arm. You can’t do anything but mouth a ‘help me’ to the Irish woman, who just decides to laugh at you.

“Y/n/n it’s time to start!” The Brazilian drags every word in the sentence out, speaking in a sing-songy voice.

“Wait, where’s Vic? And the rest of the youngsters?” You ask in a confused tone, not seeing any of your younger teammates. 

“Oh Viccy’s late, she’ll arrive later. For now you’re stuck with us” Katherine tells you, the two of them looking at each other mischievously when they hear your loud groan.

“Alright then, let’s do this. You two can start with whatever dumbbell you like, I presume you’ve already warmed up?” The vigorous nods you get just make you sigh, a long day before you.

Even though you couldn’t see Steph, she could definitely see you. The way your sleeves were pulled up around your shoulders made her mouth water, muscles flexing in a way that catered to her taste perfectly.

Yet, as she looks over towards you for the tenth time, Steph can’t help the uncomfortable burning feeling in her stomach.

It wasn’t like she wanted it to happen, but when she sees Gio stand behind you, her hands on your waist as you squat, she truly cannot help it.

Steph wasn’t a jealous person at all, but the thought of anyone other than her touching you like that had her infuriated.

Worst thing was that she couldn’t look away, not even if she tried. She was simply glued. 

Her saving grace came in the form of a vigorous tapping to her thigh, the Aussie having completely forgotten that she was spotting a player of her own.

Picking the bar up from Caitlin’s chest, she can hear the forward grumbling absentmindedly while she looks over to you once again.

Thankfully, you’d moved on to another exercise, otherwise she might’ve combusted.

The rest of the training session goes off without a hitch, you joining your suspiciously quiet girlfriend in walking back to the locker room when you’re done. 

Steph doesn’t say anything to you even as you both get out of the locker room, neither does she say anything when you get in the car or when you arrive home.

It isn’t until you’re both inside the comfort of your own home that you decide to ask her about it, the defender keeping her eyes cast downwards to the floor instead of looking you in the eye.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask her cautiously, trying to get her to look at you and not the hardwood.

“Nothing” Her thick Australian accent gives away how she really feels, and she herself knows it. Maybe that’s why she mumbles the words into her coat. 

“Love, I can’t hear what you’re saying.” Placing your pointer finger directly below her jaw, you lift her head so that she’s finally looking at you. “What’s going on baby?”

“I- today when Gio was spotting you, I just felt…” She lets out a groan, the inability to express her feelings frustrating her like no other. “I can’t describe what I’m feeling” 

Steph’s arms wrap around you, her face burying into your chest. 

“Do you want me to help you?” The defender nods her head, arms tightening around you. “Did you feel sad?” A shake of her head. “Did you feel happy?” Another shake of her head.

It continues for another minute before you finally, in a teasing tone, get to the emotion she was feeling.

“Did you feel jealous?” The hesitant nod she gives you has a surprised chuckle escaping your mouth, genuinely shocked that she felt jealous.

“Don’t laugh at me, she was touching what’s mine. You’re all mine and no one except me should be allowed to touch you like that” The brunette looks up at you, fiery jealousy spreading like a wildfire throughout her.

“Oh, am I now? Well why don’t you show them who I belong to then my love?” The suggestive tone your voice bears is hard to miss, and Steph immediately gets the hint.

Getting up on her tiptoes, she connects your lips in a way that has your knees buckling underneath you. Her hands move up to your hair, tugging and tangling her fingers in it like it was the last thing she’d ever do.

Gasping, the defender slips her tongue into your mouth, kissing you possessively and passionately. Without letting up on the kiss, Steph starts to walk you towards the living room, your thoughts consumed by her and only her.

When the back of your knees hit the soft cushions of the couch, you break the seal of your lips, sitting down and leaning against the cushions.

Steph sits down in your lap with one leg on each side of your thighs, straddling you. She doesn’t even give you any time to settle before connecting your lips in an even more heated kiss, the defender moving your limp hands to her waist before moving her own to your hair. 

In a flash, her kisses move down to your jaw and even further down your neck, sucking and biting at all parts of your neck. You can even feel the smile against your skin when she hears the sounds slipping out of your mouth, it only spurring her on more.

“Baby, you’re. All. Mine. Not Gio’s, mine.” She grumbles between kisses, the entirety of your neck filled with deep dark bruises. Pulling back, the Aussie admires her work.

Her finger grasp at the sides of your jaw, pulling your head in different directions to get a better view of all the hickies she’d left, you still panting slightly. Humming, Steph thinks for a second before she moves her hands down to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

“Take your shirt off baby” She whispers in your ear, kissing the spot just below it. Immediately you do as she tells you, tugging the shirt off hastily.

She kisses you one last time on the lips before moving to place even darker marks on your collar bones, all the skin that would be visible to the public eye (and a lot that wouldn’t be visible) was covered in blackish purple marks.

Soon enough the skies are as dark as the marks littering your upper body, laying beside your girl in your shared bed. 

Both of your phones having been turned off since long, neither of you being bothered with the notifications from your instagrams. 

It wasn’t just your teammates who needed to know that you were hers, but the entire world too. Steph posting a picture of your hickey littered neck to her story with the caption, all mine.

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box— Vegas With Jack Edition

SERIES MASTERLIST

ps every vegas pinterest photo was girls popping off in dresses and heals etc so i used my own from dec 2022 lmao

p.s.s. i high key hate this my humor was not vibing today but i’m prop overthinking it. lmk what you think! (and sorry it’s so short)

yourusername

liked by jackhughes, trevorzegras, and 9,609 others

yourusername what happens in vegas stays in vegas! except not for jacky boy and i, because we’re blabbers!

core memory alert! this was the best mid-week spontaneous vegas trip i’ve been on, and playing at the big girl black jack tables with jack is definitely a memory i’ll cherish forever. i love you lots jacky boy<3

p.s. dear quinner, this was not me and jack betting with each other, and this was not us having side bets. this was gambling! huge difference! and it was a blast!

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jackhughes i love you too, y/n/n ❤️ ps why is everyone else baby and i’m jacky boy???

yourusername because you’re special

jackhughes you’re not joking go back to joking

yourusername because you’re like the raisin bran of all my friends

trevorzegras HA

user1 OH MY GOD IT WAS MY COMMENT SAYING JACK AND Y/N ARE THE TYPE OF DUO TO RUN OFF TO VEGAS AND THEY DID

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras tell me this isn’t real

trevorzegras i cannot i helped book their hotel

yourusername it was pink!!

jackhughes i took good care of her don’t worry

yourusername that’s true, he did! it was kinda sweet actually

_quinnhughes and how much money did you two spend?

yourusername it was definitely some money

jackhughes 100% positive it was a numerical amount

user2 y/n not in fancy clothes gambling in vegas is so real

jamie.drysdale DEFINE taking good care of my wife/z’s gf/quinn’s best friend?

jackhughes i walked on the outside of the street, held her hand or had my arm around her while we were outside, bought her that pink hat to help me spot her easier if we got separated, held her hair back when she had one too many daiquiris, and gave her cuddles when she asked

trevorzegras @/jackhughes you did good jacky

jamie.drysdale @/jackhughes you’re a saint (pun intended)

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes i’ll forgive you two for running off because of how good you were to her. thank you rowdy

jackhughes DID YOU GUYS ASSUME I’D BE TERRIBLE???? SHE’S IMPORTANT TO ME

yourusername @/jackhughes sap

user3 i think we’re in an alternate universe i never see y/n and jack being sweet to each other

trevorzegras please tell me you two didn’t get married in vegas as a joke

yourusername how dare you accuse me of cheating on jamie?! hubbies before jackies!

trevorzegras @/yourusername you’re right so sorry for questioning your loyalty

jamie.drysdale son you be respectful to your mother!

trevorzegras i still hate that joke

user4 how am i expected to be calm about this

user5 i don’t want what y/n and trevor/jamie/quinn have. i want a y/n and jack type of friendship

lhughes_06 how did you two pull this off in a week

yourusername my boyfriend’s not the only one who’s magic lukey baby

lhughes_06 MOM that’s not my y/n nickname

yourusername *lukey moosey

_quinnhughes terrible mother alert

yourusername @_quinnhughes TAKE IT BACK QUINTIN

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes don’t talk about my mom like that

edwards.73 @_quinnhughes yeah don’t talk about our mom like that!!!

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername HOW MANY CHILDREN DO WE HAVE

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale these two are mine and mine only

jackhughes even i knew about these two smh

[teaberrii]

Relief

You get much more than you bargained for when you visit the newest doctor in town.

Baizhu/You

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3

This idea came to me so suddenly and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. So... HERE IT IS.

You are never a fan of visiting the doctor.

But after telling your friend about how bad your insomnia is getting, she “strongly recommends” you see the newest and, apparently, hottest doctor in town. You’ve heard about him. Tall. Mysterious. Handsome. Skilled. You raise an eyebrow at how she described him. He sounds like a male lead who walked out of a romance or erotic novel... and you cannot deny your curiosity. So, even though you always dread visiting the doctor’s office because of past experiences, you ultimately decide to try and see if this doctor is really as good and hot as everyone says.

As soon as you walk inside the clinic for your appointment, something about it already makes you feel at ease. Perhaps it’s the cool, calm colours of the wall. Or the soft hum of the music. Whatever it is, you’re not regretting it… so far.

“Hello.” A woman around your height walks up to you. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Yes.” Then, you give her your name.

She smiles. “Right this way.”

You follow the woman to a room at the back. She opens the door, and you see a man sitting at a desk. When he spins around, you meet a pair of snake-like eyes. He has a relaxed demeanour, something not too different from what you're expecting. Yet, despite his kind smile that unexpectedly makes your heart race, something about him feels off, and you don’t know why.

“Hello,” he says. Great. Even his voice is dripping like honey. He gestures for you to sit on the patient's bed. “Take a seat.”

As you do, the woman closes the door, and your hands start fiddling with each other. “Are you nervous?” he asks, eyes on your hands.

“Oh, um”—you stop fidgeting—“it’s a habit,” you say quietly.

“Don’t be nervous,” he chuckles. Then, he looks you in the eyes. “I won’t bite.”

His eyes are so entrancing that you forget to speak.

“So, what seems to be the problem today?”

His voice snaps you back, and you say, “I’m having trouble sleeping at night.”

“Is it stress, perhaps?”

“Well…” Your eyes land on a corner of the room.

“There are many reasons for insomnia, my dear.”

That’s a nickname you never imagined he would say.

“Stress… a poor environment… depression… have you talked to anyone else before me?”

You slowly look back and see him staring at you with that gentle smile. “No,” you say quietly. “But I’ve been looking things up online and trying different remedies, but nothing seems to work.”

“I see… What have you tried?”

So, you tell him about making tea, switching sleeping environments, changing your sleep schedule, and drinking less. But nothing has worked.

“Would you mind telling me when and how long your insomnia has been happening?”

You aren't surprised he asked this, but you wish he didn't. Well, at least you came prepared to answer the question.

"Um, well… I've been stressed lately. Both in my personal and professional life. And, I think it started when"—your face turns slightly red—"when I can't find pleasure in sex anymore." You're relieved when his expression doesn't change. Rather, he looks even more focused than before. "That has always relieved my stress and helped me sleep. But now it's just… frustrating."

“Did you have a partner?”

“My ex-boyfriend,” you say quietly.

“...I’d like to try something if you don’t mind.” You look at him curiously. “It’s a type of sensual massage.”

Did he just say… sensual massage? This is not what you signed up for. Rather, you’re expecting a doctor’s note for some medicine you probably never heard of.

“You… aren’t going to give me some weird medicine?”

He chuckles softly. “I could if that’s what you want. But my medicine tends to be quite bitter. Bitter than most. And”—he steps toward you and slightly leans forward—“I’d rather try something sweet on you.”

His low voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine. Good Lord. It’s only been fifteen minutes, and you’ve told this man more than you told your friend in weeks. You swallow thickly, your curiosity once again getting the best of you.

Then, before you can stop yourself, you say, “...Okay.”

"Of course, you're free to stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable," he reassures.

He grabs another pillow and gestures for you to lie on the bed. Once your head hits the pillow, you have one underneath your back. He puts one hand beside your head, and with that gentle, charming smile, he says, “Bend your knees, my dear.” You do so. Then, in a low whisper, “Now… open your legs for me.”

You can hear your heart hammering in your chest. Is it fear? Excitement? You can’t tell anymore. Your emotions are spinning round and round as he dims the lights. You hear his quiet footsteps approach you and feel the gentle touch of his hand brush your hair out of your face.

He moves behind you, and you close your eyes and hear him softly say, “Breathe in…” You do. “And out…” You do. "Now... close your eyes"—he once again watches you do as you're told—"and just feel."

His hands start warming up your shoulders and up to your neck. Your body is already relaxing despite the absurdity of the situation. It doesn't take long for him to move down, and you hear his footsteps beside you. You open your eyes and see he's looking at you, but his eyes are surprisingly… dark compared to the gold rim of his glasses. When his hand finds a clothed breast, you arch into his touch, getting lost in the way his fingers dance, knead, and pressure your bosom. The soft, breathy moan you let escape from those soft lips is everything he needs to hear.

You feel his other hand slide underneath your shirt. Slowly, he moves his hand up, the cool touch of his fingers sending a tingling shockwave throughout your hot body. He brings your shirt along until your bra is fully exposed in front of him. Your face grows warm, but the dark look in his eyes doesn’t change.

Instead, he leans over and asks, "May I, my dear?" As soon as you nod, he unclasps your bra from the front and puts it aside. Then, in a low voice, “You look absolutely beautiful.”

Your blush worsens when he cups your breasts in his hands and slowly moves his thumbs in opposite directions… until one of his hands gently squeezes a nipple while the other continues its gentle caress.

“Ah…” you sigh.

As he uses the pad of his thumb to circle a hardened nipple, he leans forward.

“How do you usually like it, my dear?” he asks lowly. “Soft? Or…” One hand suddenly gets needy… rough… as he squeezes…

“O-oh!”

…and fondles…

“Nngh…A-ah…!”

…like no one has before.

You feel something wet and see his tongue has replaced one of his hands. He looks up at you, his gaze almost daring you to tell him to stop. But that lustful look in your eyes is everything he needs to know. Your body arches as his tongue work wonders on your bosom.

Then, your eyes widen when you feel his hand massaging your inner thigh. A squeeze... and another... until he uses the heel of his hand to gently apply light, smooth strokes toward your pelvis. He stands upright and smiles at you as if admiring your flushed face.

As soon as you feel the pad of his thumb encircling your clothed sex, you gasp. He leans closer and closer until his face is inches from yours.

“I want you to do me a favour, my dear,” he says quietly. You allow him to take one of your hands and put it over a breast. “Touch yourself as I kiss you.”

It's then your lips are no longer yours. One kiss after another leaves you craving more… and more. You're glad you're lying down as you're sure your knees would give from the greedy, hungry kisses that show you're a woman to be desired, something your ex-boyfriend has never shown you before. As you fondle yourself while feeling the warm caress of his tongue, your other hand weaves its way into his hair, holding him in place. He gradually applies pressure on your sex, and you instinctively roll your hips into his touch.

More. You need more.

He stops kissing you as if reading your mind, and his lips curve into a slight smirk. You watch him move to stand in front of your open legs. He pulls off your bottoms, including your underwear. You hold your breath as he slowly massages your stomach and moves down until he's about to reach your sex.

You watch him oil his hands. Then, he starts with the outer lips, squeezing them gently with his thumb and index finger. You sigh in satisfaction when he moves to the inner lips and rubs them with his fingers.

As soon as he looks at you, you know he's taking it a step further.

“How do you want to be touched, my dear?” he asks. “Directly…?”

"Mmpth…" you sigh as he gently holds your clit. Then, he gives it a gentle tug, and you gasp.

“Or… indirectly?”

When you feel the tip of his finger circling your clit, your breathing turns heavy.

Clockwise.

“Ah…”

Counterclockwise.

You exhale deeply.

He goes harder.

“O-oh… yes…”

Slower.

“M-more,” you whimper.

He chuckles. “My… my dear. You’re so wet.” His dark gaze flashes toward you. “That’s a good sign.”

Slowly, he slides his middle finger inside and lightly pressures your walls at different points. As it gradually increases, you bite your bottom lip.

He smiles. “You’re too quiet. Should we fix that?”

He gently slides in his index finger and moves them in a come-hither motion at the top of your walls. Then, he applies more and more pressure until he moves his hand and arm up and down.

You've never been stimulated like this before. This feeling is as if your entire body is on fire. Then, feeling his lips on your inner thigh, you gasp and arch your body off the bed once more.

"Relax," he says softly, using his other hand to guide your body back down. "Just listen to my voice…." He flashes you a heated look as he continues working his fingers on your G-spot. "Do you know how hot you look right now, my dear? Face red… mouth open… eyes in a trance…" He slowly kisses further up your thigh. "It makes me want you… so. Fucking. Bad."

He suddenly applies so much pressure that you come on the spot. A long, loud moan leaves your lips as your sex releases the pent-up pleasure that almost feels foreign. Your body is still coming down from the high when he leans over and puts his hand over your heart.

“How do you feel now, my dear?”

You can’t find the words. You can only look at him as realization dawns upon you what had just happened. “I…”

He puts his finger on your lips. "Would you like me to show you how you made me feel?"

You allow his mouth to take you. Slow. Sensual. All those emotions you felt a moment ago come flooding back from this one kiss that feels so right that it proves every other kiss you had is wrong.

Then, he breaks away too fast, too soon. His gentle smile returns. “I hope you sleep better now, love.”

As he fully leans upright, you’re still lost in your emotions on how one visit to the doctor’s office has made you feel so wrong, so right all at once.

Tag list: @lxry-chxn @lordbugs @suoshiii @seirenspinel

[ipegchangbin]

changbin pegger i invite you to walk with me, come on take my hand, here’s a suspiciously perfect peach for you my love.

i’ve been having dreams and visions and hallucinations, a single face plaguing my every waking thought, a certain curly haired fiend (no no, not our usual small chunky furry friend) today i command a “bang chan” as they (kids these days) call him. in my dreams i am sitting at a bar all dark and cool and tall and beautiful and mysterious, as i am, and this enchanting little minx is just sitting there, all cute and pretty and fuckable, as he is, and i want him and he wants me but he’s shy u know :( the poor guy, he steals his glances and i just full on ogle, send a smirk his way here and there, but oh no he’s turning away now and he’s not smiling back, maybe i read him wrong maybe he- or not because he’s suddenly making his way over, conjuring up some confidence, okay my turn! i entertain him a little, we talk, i buy him a drink (it’s just coke, he says he doesn’t drink, he’s just here with friends, it’s okay i can work with that) maybe, maybe just maybe he’s staring at my lips too much by the time our drinks are gone and we’re all close and personal, and mayyybe we kiss and everything is beautiful, the sun sets as a double rainbow paints the sky and i can hear the laughter of a thousand pink dolphins

and then i take him to my penthouse (the club bathroom) AND I FREAK IT, I FREAK IT SO GOOD SO NICE SO SWEET, as i do, we both came so much all over his stomach and i have to set him on the counter to catch his breath and then i clean him up and leave first, and he never stops thinking about me, i intentionally did not give him my number, whatever i said about being dark and mysterious (and did i mention tall and beautiful?) and no dick will ever compare to mine

and then i wake up changbin pegger unfortunately 😣😣😣😣

side note: i realized writing this it’s probably my first time sending an ask in my years of tumblr history, i’ve never had anything to say but u enchant me changbin pegger they should make u president of the world

beloved fruitcakebin you have truly blessed me with your experience in the dreamworld and i cannot get enough of this (and thank you for the beautiful peach it mustve taken you far too many laps around your grandfathers land to find the perfect one)

🏷️ sub!bang chan, dom!gn!reader, public bathroom tipsy sex

i love the idea of discovering and befriending a meek channie while in a social event…there’s something so charming about a guy who doesn’t even want to drink alcoholics to let loose.

maybe you’re the vice he’s looking for.

so as you make your advances, inch closer and get the boy’s awkwardness riled up to a ten, he looks cuter when he’s flushed and flustered. as pink as the peach you offered to me — peach soda in his hands — and he’s drowning in both the fizzy sip and your sparkling gaze.

you’re eating him up with your eyes alone.

or maybe your lips, because before you both know it, the self-introductions turn into spontaneous kisses.

neither of you know how it happened, maybe it was the intimate distance and semi-privacy in a sea of drunk people, but

you invite him over to the restroom with you because “you need someone to guide you” or something of the sort: it doesn’t matter, he follows you anyway. you expect him to.

he’s a mindless dog at this point, only loyal to a person he just met.

he follows you into the stall without thinking at all and you’re grateful that nobody seems to notice, because his eyes are only set on you even if he’s sober yet drunk on your love.

realizing he’s right there in the stall with you, you say “fuck it” out loud and it gets his cock harder than it already was. you can tell how hot and heavy it is, straining against his pants as you pull the fabric down while crashing your lips against his plump ones again.

chan tastes the alcohol on your mouth but also the sweetness of lust and it spurs him on. he moans without a care in the world and he’s accidentally loud. when you break away from the kiss, he hungers for more, leaning in with a desperation that you have to chuckle at. you’ve never met one like him.

“y/n,” he mutters and you’re surprised he still remembers your name, “may i touch you?”

you smirk. “hmm, i wanted to touch you first.”

you cup his balls through his underwear and he whimpers like a hurt puppy, but there’s a need and satisfaction in his system that he can’t explain. it feels too good to be wrong but he lets your hand play with him, running your fingers up the shaft before squeezing his thick cock even if it’s so big and dumb that it barely fits your hand.

you jerk him while kissing him — more like biting his lips and leaving hickeys on surrounding sensitive skin — and he’s undressing you hurriedly, cupping your chest and reaching for your bottoms only to realize that he’s about to get fucked with the aggression escalating from your end.

you rub your crotch on his exposed cock and ride his lower body against the wall, grabbing him by the neck and calling him pathetic things.

“such a good boy. can’t believe you were so shy. do you want to be a slut or do you want to be my favorite toy?”

chan’s head spins and he can’t keep up, your hand digs into his neck while the other tugs on his hair as you keep going and going. your hips roll so well on his, his pelvis starts to shake from the sheer pleasure, your words and raspy post-tipsy voice takes him to heaven, you ride his shirt up to expose his toned stomach, and—

“y/n! fuck!”

he cums, screaming almost, shooting his own load all over himself while you spray your essence on his cock.

you lick up the hand marks on his neck, down to his heaving chest (and nipples), and lick his own cum off his abs. he’s so particularly savory with a sweet aftertaste that it might just addicting.

chan’s a shaking mess and he backs into the wall of the stall while you clean up his still-leaking cock with your tongue.

but it feels so good.

you don’t give him your number. you don’t do anything. you merely kiss him goodbye and all he has of you is your cum on his body, your alluring face ingrained in his mind, along with a dark and mysterious name that haunts him for what seems to be forever.

a week later, your stroll downtown makes you meet face-to-face with chan again, and he looks like a puppy that found its way back home.

“hi, y/n!” he smiles, as if he hadn’t just had a wet dream about you the night prior to your fated meeting.

thank you beloved fruitcakebin, ill think about this ask forever, you should start writing this (while i write dj!chan)

[cupcakemolotov]

Ex's and Oh's: Part Two

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Minor Character Death; Magical Realism; We Make War Not Love; Post-Divorce; These Two Fools in Love; Klaus and Caroline Being Territorial; for each other; tyler is dead; kind of; Canon-Typical Violence; Violence; Murder; Werewolf!Klaus; Human!Caroline

Caroline's return to New Orleans is a little less triumphant than she'd like. There is a dead body in her trunk and a magical artifact in her passenger seat, and no matter how much she'd like too, the chances of avoiding her ex-husband are astronomically small. What, with the mate bond and all, but a girl's gotta hope.

“Caroline, why are we here?” Bonnie asked as she looked around at the familiar bar they’d once visited regularly before. Before.

Caroline looked up from her pile of beer battered fries. “I missed you?”

Bonnie gave her a look. “I missed you too, but I expected this chat to happen like, three days from now. You know, once you settled in and actually had the time to try that thing most of us do called communicating with your ex.”

“We should definitely go out again soon,” Caroline agreed with a nod. “This time with cocktails instead of beer, maybe during that dinner you could give me a list of who these mythical ex’s of yours are that you’d willing talk to. I only have the Curse on Sight bullet point list saved to my phone.”

“Caroline,” Bonnie said in fond exasperation. “You know what I mean. When you called and asked for your boxes, I was expecting to play delivery girl, not go out for an impromptu dinner. Please tell me you’re not doing this to avoid Klaus.”

“Hey,” Caroline protested as she gestured towards her food. “I’m hungry, and being hangry cannot improve this situation on any level.”

“Sure,” Bonnie drawled, “but there is no way you can convince me Klaus doesn’t have food in his house. I know how many calories werewolves consume in a day and it’s a lot.”

“He might have a house full of food, but there was nothing to eat.” Nothing she wanted. Not a single emergency bag of Doritos, no chocolate bars tucked away on a shelf, no decent cheese. The freezer hadn’t even contained a quart of emergency ice cream. She wanted to eat her feelings, and Bonnie was lucky she’d agreed to actual food instead of eating her weight in pie.

“Fine, I’ll give you that,” Bonnie allowed. “I’m not saying you owe him anything, but did you at least tell him you were going out?”

“Klaus,” Caroline said with false cheer. “Wasn’t there when I woke up, so I decided he didn’t get an opinion.”

Bonnie groaned and covered her eyes. “Haven’t you had enough rampaging werewolves today?”

“Eh,” Caroline said dismissively. “This morning was hardly a rampage, and you know it. Besides, torturing Tyler is absolutely a form of stress relief. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Probably. Bonnie was right, it would definitely piss him off that she’d left, and what she’d left him would not improve the situation. Dunking a fry into her pile of ketchup, she wrestled with the truth that she wasn’t in a mood yet to improve things.

I know a war when I see one.

Those words had haunted her as she’d fallen asleep, and had resonated in her chest when she’d woken. This felt like a war. Her own personal fight for something she wanted so badly she’d buried it under the ash and smoke of her temper, the scorched earth of her hurt. Wanted so badly and yet, no idea how to move past that anger.

Bonnie made a noise. “I knew we should have gone to Marcel’s.”

Her jaw clenched so hard, Caroline thought she could hear her teeth grinding. “No pack.”

“You can’t avoid them forever.” The words were said carefully, her best friend far too aware of that sore-point.

“Oh, I won’t,” Caroline said, flashing her teeth. “I really, really won’t.”

Thoughtfully, Bonnie relented enough to pick up her own fry. “What did Klaus tell you before he went off torture Tyler’s remains?”

Caroline shrugged. “He’s made changes, he’s the almighty ruler who rules with an iron fist, murder murder, the usual.”

I miss you.

She missed him.

Muttering something pithy, Bonnie pulled out a small bundle of herbs and dumped them on a convenient plate between them. A moment later, the familiar scent of burning sage brought a deluge of memories of ten years ago, and Caroline swallowed past the unexpected lump in her throat.

How often had she and Bonnie sat in this booth with sage burning between them, tipsy from cocktails? How many burgers had been consumed in the name of girl’s night? How often had she wished she could do this again as she sat alone in a random diner, eating pie and rapidly texting the second most important person in her life?

“Caroline,” Bonnie huffed. “You know people are straining to hear every word you say. People have been staring for the last ten minutes, there is no way the locals aren’t already gossiping.” Pointedly she glared at someone over Caroline’s shoulder.

“Nothing I said so far should be a surprise, they’ve all lived with his ego as long as I have.” Caroline said, emphasizing her words with the jab of a french fry.

Bonnie made a face in silent agreement. “I am absolutely not on team Klaus, but this separation hasn’t been easy for either of you.”

Caroline looked away for a moment, because she didn’t know how to explain the tangle in her chest, the way it’d felt like a fist when she’d woken alone in a bed that smelled just like her best dreams. Tired, bruises stiff and aching, she wanted him there and she was mad he wasn’t, and she was mad at herself for being mad about it. Showering had required that she clench her hands into fists not to sniff test everything in the shower, wanting his scent in her lungs.

“I know.” Her lips flattened. “I don’t know how to do easy anymore, Bonnie.”

“When have you ever?”

Caroline reluctantly smiled. “Klaus and I… we didn’t really have a lot of time to talk before he had to leave.” She would have been mad about that, that he’d disappeared so soon after the first time they’d seen each other in years, but she was firmly anti-zombie, so she had decided to be gracious about it. She just wasn’t sure what to do about the rest of it. What they had said. Their conversation had felt too personal, too raw to repeat out loud. “He wants me to stay.”

“Oh, he definitely wants more than that,” Bonnie muttered.

A03: Part 2

Please remember all my fanfic has been locked due to AI Bots scraping A03.

[soraviie]

━ type: jungkook x gn! reader   ━ navigation

━ about: a healthy splash of angst; reader is slightly older than Jungkook (also in denial) and he is a whole forest because there's just so much pine

━ requested by @manavi-meera (?) tumblr deleted your ask when I tried to write in it, all I saw was the gif :/

"Just think about it."

"It's Jungkook!"

"Yeah, it's Jungkook. So think about it."

"Hmm."

It's around when your foot is halfway across the threshold that Yoongi speaks again — just as somber as he'd begun the conversation. If, of course, one's ex-boyfriend turned best friend hurtling a bunch of mistruths and delusions at a completely oblivious and confused party of the other could be construed as a "conversation".

"Oh and ______________?"

You turn around, feeling some form of clammy fear sink its grimy talons around your gut the longer this stifled, awkward bout of silence drags on.

"Yeah?"

"Just...be kind. No matter what you do."

And because for some unknown reason a sudden knot appears at the base of your throat, you can't speak — without rhyme or reason it seems nigh impossible to utter a single word so you nod. Nod and leave Yoongi to sit in his studio alone and with that disconcerting glimmer in his eye. 

Jungkook liking you — one has to laugh! 

“Old man has to be checked for dementia,” you grouse to yourself, the only thing hearing your discontent being the darkness of the emptied hallway. 

The thought! The absolute gall! 

Jungkook liking you…

It’s — it's ridiculous!

But because of one nosey little fucker, the idea has been planted in your head now and like an invasive species of flora, it refuses to leave your gardens alone. 

You try to imagine, you give it an honest, good effort but even now, after all these years what you see before your eyes when thinking of Jungkook are those big, wet eyes. It doesn’t matter how many tattoos and piercings he adorns himself with, how many bikes he drives through the night in the name of the thrill, none of it matters — to you he’s just a gangly kid, always turning his face away so you don’t see the nearly constant state of panic reflected in his features. 

What Yoongi has been smoking you have no idea, frankly you certainly don’t want to try it if it causes this sort of brain damage. 

Jungkook yearning for you. 

Yearning. Just hearing that word bounce back in your skull makes you scoff. Yearning was for torrid love affairs and sentimental romance books; no one in real life yearned. Who could possibly have the time?

Grab your jacket —> go home —> forget this ever happened —> maybe share a demure chuckle or two with Yoongi five years laters, because obviously he’d be embarrassed about being this wrong about something but the plan is fucked. 

It’s fucked because big, brown eyes are staring right back at you, as you round the corner into the wardrobe and more importantly they’re holding your jacket. Well, his hands, not the eyes. Eyes couldn’t hold things. 

“Welcome back,” Jungkook outstretches the jacket towards you, his voice rumbling low in the chest. It’s usually a pleasant hum but because of Yoongi you cannot help but wonder whether it’s a pleased hum as well. “Why didn’t you tell me you're stopping by?”

Had it been just yesterday you would have punched his arm, rolled your eyes and annoyed the ever loving shit out of him, saying he’s not your boyfriend — you don’t owe him to know when and where you’re coming and going but it’s today and suddenly merely touching him feels excruciatingly awkward. 

“Must have slipped my mind,” you mutter, struggling to put the jacket on. A faint wrinkle of discontent worms its way in the space between his eyebrows. Frustration rises and he outstretches himself to help you — out of instinct, out of annoyance? — you're not quite sure, before it never crossed your mind to ponder about it. However, now that you do your legs take an automated step back and Jungkook's hands after a second of lingering contemplatively into the air, half reached out towards you drop back to his thighs — unassuming and still.

"Something wrong?" he asks, inclining his head to the side and why....

...why is it sort of cute?

Cute in a very Jungkook way but not in a usual Jungkook way because usually he was like a little brother you never wanted and...

"__________________?"

...and you're spiralling.

"Yeah?" you blink down on him and the frown on his face deepens.

"You're a bit," jerkily, he waves his fingers around. "Out of it."

"You're like a brother to me, right?"

You didn't mean for it to come out as a question but it is now and it's terrifying. It's terrifying because Yoongi was right. Jungkook's not laughing or scoffing or even acting annoyed or offended by this familiarity. Rather there's this ashen film covering his face and the longer his gaze flits anxiously from one spot to another — anywhere but your own persona — the more you understand.

He'd thrust his heart into your awkward hands and now you're simply horrified to even hold it with more pressure — what if it breaks, what if you hurt it in anyway? It feels more like an injured bird than a heart — any wrong move and you would do something that would weigh down on you for the rest of the remaining days.

It's your turn to call out his name and echoing the same confused, absent-minded state you're in, he hums at the mention of his name, eyes hazy and teeth gnawing on his lip.

"I mean I always thought we're...friends, you know?"

"You're still—"

"I'm not little anymore."

For a second he gains a new sort of resolution - the hazy veil in his eyes is traded for something more steel like and his spine straightens just for a second befoer he collapses into himself, muttering with no small amount of bitterness:

"I'm not a kid, ___________, and you're not that much older than me."

"I know it's just," there is an ill-willing sense of a migraine coming on - you could feel it into the tepid albeit painful tension sitting at the base of your neck. "I guess it's just hard to shake off first impressions, Koo."

He gives an ugly sort of snort — a bit bitter, a bit self-depreciating — and you swear there is a "don't I know it" under his breath, grumbled in a tone that implies it's something of an inside joke with himself.

You wonder what it means.

"I'll walk you home," he suddenly utters, jumping up from the seat. Was he always such a beefcake? Your stare lingers just a touch too long and now that the proverbial scales had been ripped off your eyes you fully grasp how he preens underneath this crumb of attention.

It brings back the awkward feel in your hands — like holding something too small and too precious while walking across a tightrope.

"I didn't ask—"

"Tough shit," he throws over his shoulder, already walking away, pretending to be all cool.

"When did you get so commanding?" you grouse, rushing to keep up with him. It's a bit easier to breathe for now, here in the desolate hallway of HYBE's lower wardrobess, things have for now returned to normal and you revel in that fact though in the back of your mind you know things are soon to change. Conversations will be had and secrets will be spiilled, be it for better or worse. You know it and Jungkook knows it but for now you both pretend it's the same it used to be and bicker to your heart's delight.

"Spank me then."

"Fucking perv."

"Who do you think I learned it from?"

"From Namjoon's truly godless porn sites."

"I'm a good boy, I would never."

"Wipe that sly grin off your face and maybe I'll believe you."

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

[in1-nutshell]

Human Buddy with Spidey powers spending time with the minibots aka Pipes, Swerve, Rewind, and Tailgate

SFW, platonic, Human reader

MTMTE

Pipes

He is conflicted. He loves how strange and cool Buddy’s powers are. Being stuck on Cybertron and in several space stations, one doesn’t see many exciting things like Buddy.

That being said, he is a bit grossed out by the web fluids. Its nothing personal, he just doesn’t prefer it.

“Hey Buddy, you mind not getting the webbing in my face? I’d rather not touch it when I have to clean it out of my gears.”--Pipes

Has paid Buddy to climb up the walls and scare someone at least once. It only happened once because Buddy got paid to do the same thing to Pipes. It was quite a view seeing Buddy caring an unconscious Pipes to the medbay and having to tell the story.

“You want to explain to me what happened with him? This has nothing to do with the incident with Trailcutter a couple days ago, right?”—Ratchet

“In the hypothetical situation that it was but it was also the way I could buy you the next round of engex at Swerve’s?”—Buddy

“… fine. But no more scaring. The next crewmate could lose their remaining logic circuits left.”—Ratchet

Has tried to arm wrestle Buddy in the past but couldn’t exactly bring himself to go through it. He knows humans aren’t strong, at least by Cybertronian standards, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt Buddy. Even if they do have extra strength, he isn’t risking that.

Tries to test their Spidey Senses from time to time, trying to catch them off guard. This never works though.

Pipes hiding behind the booth.

Buddy walking by and jumping up to the top of the booth looking at Pipes.

“Nice try Pipes. Maybe someday you’ll get it.”—Buddy

He was in awe the first time Buddy showed him how they use their webs to move from place to place in the ship. He loves it when Buddy does little flips through the air or stunts and actively encourages it.

Buddy on the top of a high shelf

“Do a flip!” --Pipes

“Don’t do a flip! Where in Primus’s name is your self-preservation!?”—Ratchet

“Bold of you to assume I had any to begin with.”--Buddy

Swerve

Is fanboying so hard! He has a real-life superhero living in the same space as he is!

“OH PRIMUS! YOU’RE JUST LIKE SPIDERMAN!!!”--Swerve

Definitely has read every Spiderman comic and seen the latest Spiderman movies to try and understand Buddy more.

Buddy has to hold a mini Q and A with Swerve to go over what they can and cannot do. Swerve does cool it with the questions after a bit, but that doesn’t stop the fan behavior. He considers himself lucky to even have him as a friend.

“So can you climb up walls?”--Swerve

“Yep.”--Buddy

“Can you shoot webs from your arm or is there a machine that does it?”--Swerve

“All organic webbing.”--Buddy

“Can your bite paralyze someone?”--Swerve

“…You know I haven’t tried that one yet. Let’s find out!”--Buddy

He finds the webbing a bit icky at first but gets used to it fast.

“Hey Buddy! Oh, upside down greeting today.”—Swerve

Buddy offers to bring some drinks to patrons in the bar area. Swerve humors them and lets them deliver some of the drinks. But only on the bar area, not in the tables farther from the bar, only to avoid any accidents. Still marveled at Buddy’s strength as they casually bring cups of engex, 5 times their size.

“Buddy Trailcutter wants another round, mind passing it over?”--Swerve

“Do you need to ask? Heads up Trailcutter! The Engex express is fast approaching!”--Buddy

“There’s an engex train?”—Trailcutter

Swerve uses Buddy’s Spidey Sense to his advantage at the bar. Buddy is quick to catch any flying cups and projectiles that come close to patrons heads.

“Heads up Trailcutter!”—Buddy

“Who’s head?”—Trailcutter right before a cup nearly smashes into his face

“You okay there Trailcutter?”—Swerve

“…I think I’m going to my habsuite now…”--Trailcutter

Prides himself in his knowledge of Earth superheroes and knowledge on the Webslinger Warriors. That being said it is not the same as seeing them in action.

Swerve was excited and so anxious when Buddy showed him how they sling from their webs. The fan part of him is telling him to stay put and enjoy the view of Buddy swinging and doing their tricks. The friend part of him wants him to dive to catch Buddy when they leap off from high places and keep them on the ground where it is relatively safe.

“Buddy as much as I love the whole swinging and all—OH PRIMUS WATCH OUT! —okay you’re fine. What was I saying again? Oh yeah, please get down—GENTLEY AND SLOWLY!”

Rewind

He is having a field day. Thanks to hosting many of Swerve’s movie nights, Rewind has a good amount of footage of Earth heroes.

Was surprised to see Buddy in action with their powers. Personally, he thinks that their webbing is fascinating.

“Its so thin, yet you can do so many things with it and it doesn’t break!”—Rewind

Since then, Rewind has made it his personal mission to film every cool moment Buddy has using their powers. Along with some where they’re goofing off with their powers.

Buddy minding their own business deciding to randomly walk on the wall.

Rewind behind them, filming them crawl like a spider.

Rewind likes The Spidey Sense, it’s like an alarm for any kind of danger. Not only that, but it is trustworthy and reliable. He has seen Buddy get out of trouble from Ratchet using it.

“Rewind have you seen Buddy?”—Ratchet

Rewind remembering seeing Buddy escape through the vents a few seconds before Ratchet coming in.

“Nope can’t say that I have.”—Rewind

The first time Rewind was introduced to their super strength wasn’t under the best circumstances. A rather rowdy bar fight had broken out outside of Swerve’s and the crowd was moving harshly. Buddy was perched on Rewind shoulder to avoid getting stepped on, Rewind was doing his best to get them both out of the fray. He was looking around for Chromedome for help when he was suddenly jostled upwards. Buddy had webbed them both away above the fight and now semi dangling from the ceiling. Rewind wouldn’t have mind being up so high if he hadn’t realized that Buddy and their webs were the only thing between them and the ground.

“BY THE ALLSPARK! HOW ARE YOU CARRYING THE BOTH OF US!”----Rewind

“Its called ‘practice’ and ‘please-stop-moving-so much.’”—Buddy

“Sorry…”—Rewind

Has that moment archived and had sent it to Buddy after the fight as a thank you.

Rewind, like Swerve, has mixed feelings about them swinging around so freely. He loves filming their stunts and tricks, but he is also painfully aware that a drop from that height will me terrible consequences.

“Wow! That flip was awesome—MAGNUS! WATCH IT!—okay your safe no—THE DOOR! WATCH THE DOOR ITS OPENING!”—Rewind

Tailgate

Thinks that Buddy is the coolest human he has ever met. Sure, they are the only one they’ve met, but that’s not the point.

Absolutely believes that humans have powers on Earth. Has teamed up with Buddy as the Power Duo.

“Let’s go kick some can!”--Tailgate

“Right behind you Tailgate!”—Buddy

Is a bit icked by the webbing but tries not to say anything about it because he doesn’t want to indirectly offend Buddy.

“Buddy, do you mind keeping the web fluids on me as minimal as possible, please?”—Tailgate

Has been itching to arm wrestle Buddy, but they never complete the game. Mainly on the count that he will start to panic when he sees Buddy struggle. He thinks that he is hurting them and it usually ends up with him panicking a lot and Buddy stopping to console their friend.

“I’M SO SORRY! HOW BAD DID I HURT YOU!? I’M A TERRIBLE FRIEND, DON’T COME NEAR ME I MIGHT HURT YOU EVEN MORE!”—Tailgate

“Tailgate everything is fine! It was an itch! It was an itch!”—Buddy

Likes to play around with them when it comes to their Spidey Sense. Sometimes he tries to hide and surprise them, it becomes a running gag between the two of them.

“Finger in the head- dang it!”—Tailgate

“Nice try Tailgate. Maybe next time.”—Buddy

Tailgate does not like it when Buddy swings around. He doesn’t mind it too much if they are closer to the ground and the hallways aren’t packed. But if anything is different, he is actively trying to persuade them to get down.

“Buddy, Buddy, Buddy can you maybe try swinging a bit lower to the ground? Yeah? That’s good—ALPHA TRIONS BEARD DON’T DROP LIKE THAT! BUDDY STOP, IM SERIOUS, PLEASE!”--Tailgate

[weirdducky17]

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(A/N: Sorry if the characters feel OOC, I'll try to write them as accurately as possible.)

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Amongst the many students mingling around the cafeteria, Team Stan and Team Craig have gathered to their own shared lunch tables like they always did in the everyday school cycle, some oe the cheerleaders also sitting in with them today. Topics were thrown around and subjects coming and going at a fast rate, yet one topic seemed to catch everyone's attention.

"Hey, whatever happened to that list the girls made?" Stan brings up out of the blue as everyone glanced over to him, most in confusion and some in slight familiarity.

"Which one?" Wendy asks as she was the one who was the most aware about the lists that were being mandated by the alliance of girls.

"I think he's talking about the one that got leaked at 4th grade, it was who's cutest boy in our class." Calista explains to her as recognition soon washed over them.

"Oh yeahh, wasn't it like lost just one day?" Tolkien hummed at the thought as most of them did now know how that list disappeared.

"Y-Yeah.. well.." Wendy and Kyle shared a knowing glance towards each other.

"Yeah! I was the chad of the whole class." Clyde boasted rather proudly, adjusting his school jersey as if it were an expensive suit. Craig rolled his eyes at this.

"First, never use the word Chad again to describe yourself. Second, It was pretty obvious it was rigged. The girls just wanted shoes from you." He scoffed as he leaned onto the table on his elbows, a juice box in his hand as he drank it obnoxiously loud to annoy Clyde.

"No it wasn't! Everyone thought I was hot!!"

"Not everyone, let's be honest here." Tolkien gave him a blank stare.

"S-So-Sorry man." Jimmy gave him an apologetic smile.

"Fuck no, you were an uggo Clyde." Cartman says mid bite on a big mac he brought with him to school.

"W-What the hell!!" The brunette teared up at the lack of support from his friends. "G-Girls??" He looked to the feminine side of the table.

"Wellll." Bebe looks away, face scrunched up in slight guilt.

"It was rigged." Wendy tells him, plain and simple.

"What?! It was rigged?!"

"Next time, don't brag about your dad having a shoe store." Kenny snickers at the expense of his friend, watching the dejected Donovan practically melt onto the lunch table in his own misery.

"The actual list at the time was destroyed as far as we know." Red shrugged, not knowing much on how that issue went down.

"Do you guys still make lists?" Stan questions the girls as they all collectively nodded.

"Well yeah, we have nothing better to do. We still have the list committee up and running, Nelly was promoted as the head of it now with Rebecca making sure no corruption or rigging is involved." Wendy explains whilst eyeing Bebe, who shyed away from her intense gaze by looking down at her nails to distract herself.

"Best Outfit of the Day, Which makeup brands are the best, even who has the cutest purse. I, for one, cannot wait for this month's cutest accessories!" Red explains in detail, excited and giddy in her own seat.

"Pretty sure my accessories aren't gonna make the top ten." Calista chuckled as the ladies insisted that accessories can be timeless.

"Are you ladies done chattering?" Cartman cuts in snidely as Wendy shot him a heated glare.

"Are you done making out with that big mac?" She snapped back at him.

"AT LEAST THIS BIG MAC CAN KISS FUCKING BETTER THAN YOU CAN, TESTABURGER! SUCK MY DICK! BACK ME UP STAN!"

"The fuck? No?" Stan looks at him, disgruntled as he wasn't even involved in the fight to begin with.

"That's enough you guys." Kyle sighs, massaging his temples.

"But Kyle!" "But Kahl!"

"It's 10 in the morning, not now." The ginger groaned in protest.

"Says him." Calista snickers quietly as she elbows Kenny next to her, who joined her in the teasing.

"Say, do you guys still make the cutest boys list in class?" Kenny asks her curiously.

"Yeah but that's classified info." She shrugs in response, handing him the rest of her lunch which he gratefully accepted.

"It's under much stricter regulations, it's never gonna get leaked again." Red assures him as Butters looks away from his conversation with Tweek to peer at her.

"Can you tell us who's the top 5 though?" He grinned at her sweetly, trying to pry info out of her with his cutesy nature.

"Nope. Nada. You're not getting anything from us." Bebe huffed with a cross of her arms.

"Come onnn! We have to know!" Butters insisted.

"Ca-Can't say that I'm c-cur-cur-curi— interested in knowing what the new lists are." Jimmy adds onto this happily.

"You guys acted like assholes when it got leaked, fuck no." Wendy shook her head.

"We just wanna know who the ugliest bitch is." Cartman rolled his eyes. "So we know who to mess with in class for being ugly as shit."

"'We' as in you, only you Cartman." Kyle scoffs at this

"People like you Eric... and Clyde—"

"Hey!!"

"—are the reason why we can't release it!" Calista scolds them rather harshly, standing up from her chair and does hand gestures to emphasize her point.

"It'll just get in your head and make you insecure! Kyle tried to burn down the school for christ's sake!"

"You didn't have to mention that.." Kyle groans in embarrassment and shame, burying his face into the palm of his hand.

"My point still stands! We are never releasing the newest results!" She ended the insistence rather swiftly, sitting back down with a huff as Kenny pats her shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Fucking bitch." Cartman mumbled grumpily.

"What was that, Cartman?"

"Fucking nothing!"

"If I were to speculate on who would be in the top 5, Tolkien and probably Stan would be there." Butters brings up to the surprise of everyone.

"Wait huh?" Stan blinks at this.

"Come on Stan, you're popular and part of the football team. Isn't that like the literal definition of attractive in most romance movies?"

"I mean yeah but I don't think I'm cut out for that?" He laughs nervously and scratched his cheek.

"I agree on the Tolkien vote." Calista pipes up from her seat.

"Huh— Cal!" Kyle looks at her in disbelief and slight disappointment.

"What? I'm being honest here." She pouts at this as Kenny pokes her side.

"Why Tolkien though? Besides like being rich."

"Before someone says shit, this is my opinion." She hissed as everyone at the table seemingly leaned in to listen closely to this. Besides Eric who was busy taking food off Kyle's lunch.

"Firstly, yes Tolkien being rich is a big factor. Secondly, tall, dark and handsome has always been a classic among girls—"

"Seriously, Calista?" Craig gave her a deadpanned look, his mouth pulled into a straight line.

"Shut up Craig! Shut! Keep your lips from flapping!"

"Fine! Jesus christ..."

"To continue after I was rudely interrupted, Tolkien is part of the martial arts club. He also has good grades, plus he's a stud and he's dating Nichole!!" Calista exclaims out in emphasis, gesturing to the dark skinned boy who looked flustered but happy from her words.

"W-Wow, thanks dude."

"No problem bro." She hummed in response, exchanging a fist bump with him as the table chattered about her words.

"Yeahh, Cal has a point." Red adds into the conversation with a soft nod of her head.

"D-Dude just got an e-ego-ego boost." Jimmy snickers at how much Tolkien was blushing and also grinning widely.

"Ugh, dude.." Kyle mumbles out in disappointment at her words as Stan pats his shoulder comfortingly, the two seeming to know something the rest do not on why he was affected.

"Chill out Kyle, you're pretty cute yourself. I'd be surprised if you didn't make it the top ten." Calista assures him, unaware about how relieved this made him.

Even if she didn't call him a stud, Kyle was still satisfied about being called cute at least.

Things eventually settled as the new stream of conversation eventually overrides the previous topic. It wasn't long until the school bell rings to indicate that class was about to start and so all the students eventually packed up and left their seats to head towards their individual classes.

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The chime of the last school bell rang out and echoed within the halls, indicating the end of classes today for the teenagers of South Park High. Some piled into their friends' vehicles and others taking the school bus to their homes, something strange was happening.

In every stop at a girl's house, they just stood there without a step further even as the school bus drove away to the next house and eventually turned the corner. A white van careening after the bus disappeared and picked up girl after girl, soon making their way towards the rest of the streets to repeat the process.

"What are you doing?" Craig looks towards his cousin who stood idly at the front of their lawn. Confusion evident in his usually blank expression.

"Me and the girls are hanging out at Bebe's house, she's gonna pick me up. Uncle Thomas and Aunt Laura already know." Calista explains rather quickly, holding her yellow, crossbody bag's strap close to her.

"Okay? Just don't stay out late." Craig was still confused but decided to just let her do her thing, not like he could stop her anyways, trudging his way back into his house after a long day of school.

Calista looks away after Craig made his way into their house, standing their quietly with her phone in hand. Text after text was exchanged until a red convertible pulled up just in fromt of her.

"Get in bitch!" Bebe calls out to her in an exaggerated valley girl accent. A pair of cat eyed shades on her face, the same shade as the convertible as she was leaning back in the driver's seat with a hand on the wheel.

"Hey, Cal." Nichole waves from the passenger seat, phone in hand as she was the one that was communicating with her through text.

Calista waves at them, an amused grin on her face, as she made her way towards the car and promptly got into the back seat where Nelly was napping. Making sure not to disturb the sleeping girl, she strapped herself with the seatbelt as the curly haired blonde eventually drove off to their hangout.

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It was near dusk in the sleepy town of South Park, most of the residences have already retreated into their houses after the busy day and the town's center had slowed down from the lack of people going in and out from shops.

A red convertible and a white van was parked just in front of Mister Slave and Big Gay Al's house, the vehicles emptied out hours ago. The nearby park looked empty at first but unbeknownst to the residents possessing of a dick, the women's bathrooms were having quite the eventful evening.

"Sunshine sparkle, Annie Knitts has the floor." Nelly calls out.

"If it pleases and sparkles, I suggest that we continue further deliberations about List 384H: which girl has the best haircut on this month of July."

"Annie moves that we should consider futher discussion on List 384H? Does that sparkle with you girls?"

"Sunshine!!"

"Deliberating which girl has the best haircut, Jenny has the floor."

"If it pleases and sparkles, I'd like to submit that due to Allie Nelson's transition to a Hime Cut this month. I vote that she be elevated in her position on the list, even better than Monica's pigtails and Ashley's braids."

"Sparkle, Sunshine. I vote in favor of this submission, I totally think that Allie's hime cut is deserving of the top ten. Plus she dyed the tips of her hair recently so it must have extra points for it to be elevated in its previous ranking."

"Are there more girls who vote to have Allie's hime cut be higher in the ranking of the best haircuts in the month of July."

Several hands were held up, holding up BTS light up sticks that shone a bright green shade to indicate their agreement on this decision.

"Then it is decided that Allie's haircut will be evaluated for its proper spot on the list, while it is not guaranteed it will make it to the top ten, the list committee will be making swift changes to the current ranking. Sparkle, sparkle." A gavel was struck down on its wooden block.

"Sunshine!!"

"Sunshine sparkle, Calista Tucker has the floor."

"If it pleases and sparkles, I'd like to encourage further discussion on List 563C: Who is the cutest boy in class?"

"Sparkle sparkle, Calista submits that we should further discussions of List 563C: Who is the cutest boy in class. Does that sparkle with everyone?"

"Sunshine!!"

"Sunshine sparkle, is there someone you'd like to elevate in terms of ranking on this month's list? Of course girls are still able to apply for more submissions, though I am surprised that you're raising this discussion Calista. You haven't been actively involved in the rankings before, besides voting of course."

"I know that, let's just say I should get more involved after a talk today with my friends."

"Well then, who would you like to appraise for the list rankings?"

"Kyle Broflovski and Kenny McCormick."

[frecklystars]

i still feel absolutely fucking nothing for my f/os and im so depressed and i wanna die and my birthday is friday and i hate my birthday and i just. rahh. i wanna self ship again. thats it!! i just wanna self ship again thats literally all i want to do!! but instead ive been in and out of the hospital every couple of weeks bc i'm having so many panic attacks that make me feel like im going to die

i am so fucked up from all the bullshit i was put through these last 2 years that i cannot fucking function, i am so paranoid all the time that anyone who interacts with me is out to get me because they [redacted reasons i cannot publicly state]. it doesnt matter if ive known someone for 1 day or 10 years, i dont trust anyone online anymore. i dont trust anyone who's nice to me because so many times it was people with malicious intentions. i dont fucking trust any TF blogs, ive been blocking any TF blog who interacts with me On Sight from all the shit that ppl from that fandom put me through.

there's 600 new inbox messages now and i havent opened any of them. people are sending me dms every single day and i havent opened any of them. i hate that my distrust towards irl people has bled into self shipping and now i am just Too Depressed to self ship. it is my anniversary w/ a character who's supposed to be such a comfort to me today and i feel Nothing. driver used to be Everything to me. driver used to make me feel so comfortable and safe. i feel so numb when i look at my f/os, there is just nothing there. it is my birthday soon and i should be so proud of myself for fighting through all the bullshit my abuser has thrown at me but i feel Nothing. self shipping used to help me at least cope with the depression. i just want to have my comfort characters again. thats it. i wouldnt care how many people are trying to kill me or stalk me or attack me if i just had my f/os to help me cope thru all of it

i genuinely think i'd feel better if i tried to be online and make edits and draw more and interact with the sweet people in my inbox. i used to feel so so so much better when people would send me nice asks, F/O reassurance, fics, fanart, etc etc but at the same time i will see a nice ask and immediately believe "oh. this is a trap. this person is going to pretend to be nice to me, try to get closer, but it's a trap" based off of MULTIPLE traumatic events my abuser put me through the last 2 years. this is such an unhealthy mindset to have, to not trust anyone kind to me, and i wish i knew how to turn it off. ive never been paranoid like this, ever, until a series of events happened this entire last 2 years and i just. i cannot fucking trust anyone on this stupid website, my god, someone sends me "hi keri! how is your day?" and my brain is like "oh hey look out, that person is pretending to be nice to you but they're actually trying to harm you!!" i will look at a group of online friends i've had for OVER a DECADE and that paranoid voice in the back of my head who worries from experience "oh cool this person is after me now. this person is out to betray me. this person wants to hurt me. it doesnt matter if we've been best friends since childhood, this person absolutely is out to get me now"

i hate everything i was put through these last 2 years and especially these last few months, one day im gonna spill my guts and tell everyone what has been happening to me bc its so goddamn unfair what ive been put through day after day, and i am sick of letting all of it fester in me without being able to tell anyone whats going on. i dont even know if its still ongoing rn bc every time i think "oh, maybe it's over" it just fires back up again. the stalking, the harassing, dude dont even get me started on the fucking stalking, do you know how fucking Not Normal these people are who have been trying to physically harm me irl and online? do you know how fucking psychotic someone has to be to spend YEARS of their life trying to make me miserable when i dont even know these ppl, im just fucking sitting here? the stupidest goddamn shit possible. i have never met these ppl in my life but they're following the orders of someone else and just. being fucking insane. if you knew what someone was putting me through, what a large group of toxic disgusting people have been putting me through these last 2 years, you wouldn't even fathom how dangerous it's been and how shitty it's been. ive had to call the police on a few of these people. you have no fucking clue what i've been going through and how exhausting it is to feel so unsafe every single second that you're alive. this shit eats at me constantly. i don't get any peace of mind. i think one day this really will kill me but at least i won't have to deal with it anymore if i'm dead. and!! i hate that i have that mindset! i hate that every time i drive to work, i hope beyond hope that a car is going to obliterate me. that isnt normal!! i should not be hoping to die!! but genuinely i dont think im ever going to be safe ever again and im so tired of dealing with this fear every single second every single day for years. years!!!! every second!!! every single second im awake i am fucking stressed out of my goddamn mind!!!!

months ago, i queued so much driver stuff for today, and i almost want to delete all of it bc its so. useless. dude i feel Nothing for my f/os. i feel unsafe with my f/os because i feel so unsafe with 99% of the people i interact with online because of all the horrible things ive been put through all this time. it's all pointless. i dont know if im ever really going to come back to blogging regularly. i just wake up, i go to work, i have panic attacks and i throw up, and then i go to sleep. sometimes i come here to vent and then refill my queue, but what is the point of refilling my queue anymore tbh. i keep trying to go through the motions to see if i can reclaim self shipping one day and then i can just bounce back, but god its been several months and ijust cant do it. i cant wait for this to kill me, ic ant wait for this to finally make me snap bc im so so sick of going through this every day. im tired

whatever ill delete this later and it wont even matter lol what else is new. keri makes another vent post about feeling depressed and unsafe. fork found in kitchen or whatever

[diegowife]

“Two Of Us”

A Mini Of Denji X Reader

Reader uses She/Her pronouns :)

Might be include manga spoilers, read at your own risk!

Makima revealed that Y/n possesses a unique gift since birth - the ability to manipulate Hell-Fire. She is capable of generating and controlling flames, despite not being a devil herself, which sets her apart with this incredible power.

Y/n, who is not only my close friend but also my first love, captured my heart from the moment Makima introduced us. She possesses an exquisite, refined, charming, and courteous demeanor that surpasses even Makima.

Her prowess in eliminating devils, coupled with her captivating actions, sends shivers down my spine. I find myself unable to divert my gaze from her. Unlike Power, Y/n does not possess a childish disposition nor is she easily frightened. In times of danger, I feel assured that Y/n would come to my aid, steadfastly standing by my side.

I often contemplate confessing my feelings to her, but the thought of doing so is daunting. The fear of potential rejection and ensuing embarrassment renders the endeavor an arduous one.

Nevertheless, today is the day I gather the courage to ask her out. I cannot continue to suppress these emotions indefinitely. Nervously, I knock on her apartment door, eagerly awaiting a response. As the door creaks open slowly, my heart skips a beat.

To my surprise, Y/n is already dressed impeccably. Why is she adorned as if attending a wedding? I stand poised like a gentleman and clear my throat,

“Ahem, Y/n, will you go out with me today? You know, just in case the two of us want to spend time together? Since there are not so many devils and Makima hasn't informed us of any mission yet...”, It can prove quite a challenge to convey my thoughts to her on occasion. Undoubtedly, I can be quite bothersome.

“Oh? I was planning to go out to buy something. I guess going out with you is fine too..” In a manner that exuded shyness, she gently rubbed her neck as she spoke.

While holding my hand, she stepped out of the door, “Well, where should we go?”. The suddenness of her actions caused my face to blush as red as Makima's hair. Why would she hold my hand? Is this all just a dream? Or could it be that my dream has finally come true? If this is indeed a dream, I wish to share it with Pochita. He expressed his desire to know and understand the contents of my dreams. Hang on a little longer, Pochita; we are almost there.

Walking hand in hand with Y/n now felt like a taste of heavenly bliss. Although I've never experienced heaven firsthand, I assume this is what it must feel like. Earlier, I had to lock Power in the apartment to ensure she wouldn't disrupt our date. That girl truly knows how to cause trouble.

~TIMESKIP~

Presently, we find ourselves in Y/n's apartment once again. The burden of carrying her shopping bag is quite noticeable, indicating her fondness for shopping. Assisting her, I collect her belongings and arrange them within her humble abode. After completing the task, "Denji..." She appears discontented. Did I do something wrong?

“Denji, I extend my gratitude to you for everything that you have done. The time we spent together was truly delightful and it brought a smile to my face”, This made me chuckle. Oh yes, the plan that we executed has been successfully achieved. “No worries, I had intended for this to happen all along.”

It pleases me to see that she appreciates it. Our moments spent together were enjoyable, but the highlight for me was the opportunity to hold her hand..

Despite all that we did, it still doesn't feel satisfactory to me. We engaged in various activities together, such as going to the shopping mall, purchasing ice cream, having dinner, and strolling around the park. However, even with all of these things, it still doesn't meet my expectations. I can't help but wonder what else is lacking. Ugh, what is it that you desire, Denji? Come on, tell me.

As she prepared to close the door, I intervened, realizing that I needed to speak up once again. “Um, excuse me, but I have something else to say,” I blurted out. In that moment, I questioned my actions, thinking to myself, 'Oh no, what am I doing?' It felt as if my hand had a mind of its own. She furrowed her brow and asked, “Yes? What is it that you want, Denji?” Contemplating whether or not to reveal my thoughts, I considered that perhaps she wouldn't welcome them. Today was an exhausting day, after all.

“If you would be interested, I could propose the idea of accompanying me to the beach tonight, around the hour of 2 am. However, if this time is not suitable, I am willing to change the tim-”, before I could finish my sentence, she ecstatically grasped both of my wrists.

Without hesitation, she replied, “Absolutely, Denji, I would be delighted to join you!” Her laughter filled the air, causing my eyes to widen with admiration. She truly is a treasure. Alas, if only my wealth allowed me the privilege of showering her with delightful gifts. We solidified our plans and rendezvoused at the beach later on.

~TIMESKIP~

At the seaside, I found myself by 2 am. It has been a while, yet she has not shown up. What could be causing her delay in arriving here? Perhaps she is still asleep? No, that cannot be, as she never fails to keep our promises.

Not too distant from this location lies her apartment. Engaged in playing with the sand, I suddenly felt the touch of someone closing my eyes. I couldn't help but smile, playfully remarking, “You won't fool me, Y/n.”

In a state of amazement, she burst into laughter and released her grip, “Impressive how quickly you can guess!” Her face radiated joy as she flung sand towards me, yet I managed to evade it. “To me, it seems evident that we are the only one here,” I commented. Indeed, there is no chance that anyone else is present at this hour, considering it is late morning. Nevertheless, there was a peculiar sensation, as if someone was observing our every move, perhaps a homeless individual seeking solace by the ocean's embrace. I could simply overlook it all and fully embrace this moment.

In addition to that, a solid button-front blouse and trousers were worn by her; in contrast, I am only donning shorts and find myself half-naked. As she took a seat beside me, I crouched down. “I apologize for my tardiness, as I had to carefully select a suitable outfit, and may I mention, I also prepared a bento for the both of us!” she exclaimed, proudly displaying her portion of appetizing food.

Without warning, she forcefully pulled me into the ocean. I have never been a proficient swimmer, especially after the incident involving Reze. Although the trauma continues to linger in my thoughts, I must brush it aside. Y/n is all that matters to me now. “Can't swim, huh?” she scoffed, taunting me. Irritated, I retaliated by splashing water in her direction, provoking her laughter as she reciprocated the action.

Observing her silhouette, her laughter, and her facial expressions brings me great pleasure. Following a blissful period relishing in our youthful moments, we situated ourselves upon the sandy terrain and savored the bento she had prepared.

“Denji, why did you choose this particular location out of all the options available?” she inquired quizzically. Pausing to meet her gaze directly, I responded, “Well, it's quite challenging to put into words, but what I desire above all else is merely the presence of the two of us, without any disturbances or interruptions.”

Momentarily pausing to collect my thoughts, I continued, “All I yearn for is to sit in tranquil silence by the shore, admiring the rhythmic waves, listening to the harmonious melody of the surf, and experiencing the soothing pulse of the earth.” Yes, I suppose that phrase will suffice. While I cannot offer a concrete explanation, I did my best. At that moment, I felt her hugging me. Indeed, she enveloped me with her affection. Well done, Denji.

A rush of warmth envelops me as I sense her skin, the pulsating rhythm of her heart, and her embrace encircling my neck. Regrettably, the embrace is destined to be short-lived. She disengages from the hug and gently places her palm on each of my cheeks, hesitantly questioning, “Denji, do you believe this to be a date?”. Mirroring her actions, I also rest my palm on her cheeks and confirm, “Yes, Y/n, all along, this has been a date.”

A mixture of nervousness and anticipation tinges my smile as I gradually close the distance between our faces, and she reciprocates with equal measure. My throat tightens with anxiety. Despite not being my first kiss, I hope that I am deemed a proficient kisser. Our lips finally unite, and I relish the sensation of her soft lips pressed against mine. It is comforting warmth, and I find myself enjoying it immensely. In that fleeting moment, just as I am beginning to savor the experience, that moment until I hear...

“ BANG !”

Rather than realizing the events that had unfolded, I continued to relish in the sensation of our genuine kisses. My gaze shifted towards her, and the sight before me was utterly unforeseen. The tender caress of her cheeks and the touch of her hand upon mine were no more. Her body lay before me, disintegrated into countless fragments, not a single bone remaining intact. The crimson blood splattered across my visage and drenched my entire being. The chilling tableau left me breathless and shaken.

As I stared at the bloodstained hands, my eyes widened in disbelief. I cast a glance over my shoulder, and to my astonishment, it was Makima. I attempted to utter a response, yet my voice failed to escape my lips. “Denji, creatures like you, devils, should devote their attention to destruction rather than surrendering to love,” she proclaimed.

“Denji, it is obvious that you have developed a sentiment for her from the very beginning. Why did you decide to switch your affections towards her? You have kissed both Himeno and Reze, and now you attempted to kiss her?” She approached me and lifted my chin, saying, “Denji...from this point forward, you are under my complete control.” With a smug expression, she departed, completely disappeared in the shadow.

I find myself completely immobilized. Has the circulation of blood in my body ceased, or am I simply paralyzed with fear? I have lost Y/n. Why am I unable to experience any emotions? Why can't I shed any tears? I had just experienced my first genuine kiss, only to witness her obliteration right before my eyes. It is at this moment that I comprehend the following truth:

“In a world consumed by devils and misery, no feelings of love can endure.”.

I'm sorry if there are any grammar problems. English is not my first language :)

Thank you so much for reading <3 I hope the ending satisfies you. If you have A03, please look up my account PortgasDqish. I usually post my fanfic there ♡

[iguessitsjustme]

Love Sea Episode 2 Thoughts

Okay. I just got home. Saw a strange little movie but it was soooo good. It needs to win awards for the sound mixing because it was brilliant. But I digress. Now I’m gonna go from a movie that made me shed 3 whole tears (impressive if you know me) to Love Sea. But I was promised that this week is at least…fine. Anyway, as always, liveblog under the cut:

Why was I logged out of IQIYI? Very confused why it wasn’t working but figured it out. I’m too tired for this honestly.

Okay just had a fight IQIYI for sound. Anyway, I’m gonna need a nap immediately after watching this.

Note to self: never go from a movie with quite literally some of the best sound mixing I’ve ever heard to BL. Especially MAME. Just don’t do it. It’s not fair to the show. That said, this is hurting my ears.

I was distracted by the god awful audio and wasn’t paying attention. I beg your pardon hWAT

We went from some extremes here. Didn’t you just think he was drowning and you were mad at him for that? Rightfully so? Horny boys….

The way I would not eat that clam. Mostly because my body has informed me that legally I cannot but also because I would be so pissed at having someone’s hand in front of my face.

Save Mook. Save her. Was Vie just…staring out her peephole for 30 minutes watching her? Like some sort of creep? Girl why? I hate how hot you are. Be a better person.

Is this…consensual? In a MAME show? Am I dreaming?

But also boys. Boys. The sand. Boys the sand. At least lay down a towel first or something.

He’s gonna write about this isn’t he?

Brings new meaning to post nut clarity. Cured his writer’s block…for now.

Can you hear my laughter at Mut being so confused why Rak is now writing? “Am I losing my touch?” As much as I would love you to have your ego bruised, I think you actually rocked his world so hard you helped him in more ways than one. Alas. It’s always the characters I hate that the show makes good in bed.

Oh look at all of Rak’s works. Look at our successful boy.

Save Mook. Kill Vie. What’s wrong with her? Just say you want to spend time with her. Don’t disparage yourself and make her your own personal slave I hate you.

I have now seen more ass than I wished to see today. Thank you Love Sea but also no thank you. Also jerkin it in the shower. Will Rak join him? Only time will tell! he did

I have seen…so much...tongue…in just one episode.

Honestly it’s a damn shame the sound mixing is so bad. I’m not actually hating this episode. Strange. But I need it to stop assaulting my ears.

BL boys stop opening condoms with their mouth challenge 2k24.

BAHASDHGKSJHDGKJHSDG give the translators a raise actually

Vie keep your lips to yourself. That was…gross. A reward would have been not making Mook do all of that work. Not…that. I hate it here. Imagine if the GL didn’t suck. Imagine that.

Why is Mook excited by that? Girl. You need friends. Friends would help you get a backbone. And also tell you what just happened is not okay.

Helmets? HELMETS? In my BL? I can’t believe my eyes.

I will keep my thoughts about the scene in which Rak talks about being a writer to myself. My thoughts are between me and god. And also anyone who asks. But you gotta ask for em.

Now IQIYI. I can’t read that. I have many skills but reading Thai is not one of them.

Did that man just jump into the water…on his own…specifically after having a problem with Mut doing that? I get it’s a different situation but my guy. MY GUY. There is no water safety in the show and I’m gonna lose my mind.

And this is why you don’t DIVE ALONE. I am losing it. Absolutely losing it.

Sure wish I knew what those texts said right about now.

I did not hate this episode. I did not hate them. I am…confused. Baffled even. I do think perhaps one scene in particular was a bit…no. I shan’t say. But just know that I am correct in my thoughts. I might actually be kind of looking forward to the next episode. Hopefully it doesn’t assault my ears dear god.

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 19 - Replica

Length: 2100 words Vore type: M/M oral vore, willing prey Fandom: None Other info: furry robot pred, human prey Summary: There are certain benefits to befriending a mad* scientist Synth. And certain risks, but I'm sure it's fine. *Teq would surely argue that sanity is a meaningless concept to a robot, and therefore it cannot be lost (Synths are an open species created by Vader-San)

Sam blinked his eyes open; he was laying in some sort of cushioned tube, like the ones in Teq's lab. He tapped the glowing "exit" button and sat up, groggy. Around the tube was, well… Teq's lab. The practically second home of his Synth friend, the place was littered with tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions that it swore it had put in "the most efficient places possible." Today, the focus seemed to be around the biggest 3D printer Sam had ever seen, covered in papers with diagrams and measurements all over them.

Teq itself stood over its desk, presumably with even more complicated papers. [Oh, hello again Sam. Did you wake up well?] it asked, turning its head so its visor could "look" at him. Really, with its tail plugged into the wire hanging from the ceiling, Teq had seen Sam through every wall-mounted camera pointed near him, but he appreciated the familiar body language.

"Er, yeah, thanks for the makeshift bed, but I don't remember climbing in."

[Perfectly normal,] it replied, its electronic wink pulsing a mischievous yellow and blue, [seeing as you didn't.]

"Right, yeah, I remember some new scan you wanted to…" a yawn interrupted Sam, and he reached up in a big stretch, one that drew his attention to his outfit.

Or rather, his lack thereof.

"Teq, do you know why I'm naked?"

[Yes.]

Sam sighed. "Care to tell me?"

[Oh, absolutely!]

A few more seconds passed, and another sigh. "This stopped being funny the second time you did it."

The corners of the Synth's mouth pulled back in a grin, filled with its flat, blunt set of metal "teeth." [I wholeheartedly disagree! Buuuut it does wear thin quickly. Your clothes are folded over there,] it pointed towards a bench where, indeed, Sam's clothes sat, [but if everything goes well, you won't need them.]

"Uh-huh." Sam swung his legs out of the tube, grimaced when they touched the frigid floor, and reluctantly sat back down. "But I'll hear you out. What are you up to?"

[I've discovered a method to fork humans!] Teq said, its lights flashing like glittering gold. [Sinera contributed the magic part, since I am incapable of thaumic conductivity. Perhaps another day I will attempt to optimize away the safeguards she applied, but that requires many more tests.]

Sam rolled his eyes, smiling. "Is this leading up to a "I can't fork you if you're not naked" joke?"

Teq simply stuck out its metal, segmented tongue; Sam noticed that it was wetter than the Synth usually kept it. It crossed its arms and huffed, [well, not if you're going to take it away from me. I would like one more trial, however, before introducing a variable in participant.]

"Okay, so… forking is your "I'm being a funny computer" way of saying cloning, right? How many Sams are there running around right now?"

[One, if you count yourself.]

"Oh, so you failed, but you want to try again?"

Teq shook its head. [Every single trial has passed! It just… turns out having more than one active at a time causes problems. I won't elaborate.]

A sense of dread grew in Sam's chest. "So… so what happened to the others?"

[I ate them,] the Synth said simply, [accidentally scanning your browser history gave me a great idea, really, that reduces the net energy cost per test!]

"Am I-" Sam's breath caught in his throat, "- am I next?" He rose into a crouch, as though thinking he could run in a facility where the robot dragon controlled every machine and the doors.

[Ideally, yes, but you know how I am about consent forms for research participation.] Teq grabbed a few sheets of paper and flipped through them, likely more for dramatic effect than actually recalling information. [I was hoping for a nice, round 16, but if you would rather not, I can simply attempt to court a new subject. I'll keep you in the loop, of course.]

Sam shook his head and climbed out, gritting his teeth at the cold against his feet, and the distinct lack of anything keeping his body heat in. "Well, I'm glad to hear I can avoid you killing me by just telling you not to." He shivered. "Fuck, it's chilly in here."

[I have been keeping my internal spatial storage at 30 degrees Celsius,] the Synth offered, pointing one finger helpfully into its mouth, [and the path from intake to storage is of a similar temperature.]

Trying to keep his teeth from chattering, Sam stepped towards his clothes. "Is that supposed to convince me to let you eat me?"

[It was a convincing argument three times, though putting your clothes in your line of sight seems to have disrupted this trend.]

The man stopped and turned. "Three times? Wouldn't I remember?"

Teq stepped closer, but remained at a short distance. [Moreso than I anticipated, which is an annoyingly convincing argument towards the existence of souls - I might be out a few hundred bucks. But still, scarcely more than the character in that game you played last night remembered if you asked hir to use hir tail, penis, or mouth to eat your character.]

Sam nearly jumped with shock, but his blush meant his face, at least, didn't feel cold. "H-how did you-"

[Fifth trial, you used it as an analogy to your situation while sitting inside me.] It winked at him, the dotted oval briefly changing into a lit-up caret. [However, I only possess a mouth. Perhaps for later experiments or leisure…]

Sam crossed his arms, and walked up to it. "Fifteen times?" Teq nodded. "You're not telling me a lower number to trick me into agreeing to more?"

[Nor am I lying with a higher number to imply a greater confidence of success,] it agreed. [I chose this method of… duplicate prevention to increase the odds of your cooperation and to avoid a mess. I supect I will use its appeal to attract a new test subject after one final successful run.]

An uneasy look crossed the man's face. "I… hadn't thought of the "higher number" thing until you brought it up." He sighed, and looked at Teq's draconic face. "Please be honest again: did I enjoy being swallowed and, uh… whatever you did to me?"

[Yes, unless you lied to me about it. I did not see utility in attempting to discern that.] It looked away with its hand on its chin, as though thinking. [With the exception of an unfortunately uncomfortable entrance. If you decide to go one more time, I will eat you feet-first to prevent this.]

"…alright. Load up that consent doc, Teq."

[Thank you~!] it replied, with a small jingle. Its facial display showed a text document, and its upturned eyes soon faded from view. [You know the deal, read carefully, button at the bottom. Basically the same thing you've done for other experiments, just with a different procedure name.]

"Yeah, yeah…" Sam muttered, flicking his finger along the display. Text scrolled by far too fast to read, but at least it didn't take long to reach the indicated button. One tap later, and the document vanished, soon replaced by Teq's familiar eyes. "Okay, so now do I- gah!"

There was a clicking noise as Teq extended its tail, curled it behind Sam's legs and back, and then gently pushed the man back onto it. Sam immediately stiffened, anticipating a similar chill, but whatever Teq had done to keep its insides heated had somewhat extended to its tail - while definitely not warm by any measure, it was… better than room temperature. He was jolted out of his thoughts by a much greater heat around his feet and ankles. Looking down, Sam was greeted by the view of his synthetic friend's head by his knees, and the inside of its mouth visible in small gaps.

[Are you okay?] Teq asked. It took Sam a second to remember that, although the Synth usually moved its mouth while talking, it technically just used speakers. He nodded, and Teq's tail smoothly drifted closer, feeding more of his legs into the warm faux-throat. Once most of his thighs were gone, a quiet whirring accompanied a new sensation: like a massage chair, rolling pressure constantly pushed at his legs from all sides, coaxing him down.

When the heat of Teq's mouth and throat washed over his upper thighs and exposed balls, Sam flushed red and quickly covered himself with his hands. The Synth's eyes - and even its display background - tinted pink, and, teasing him, it remarked, [I guess I should ignore that rather than… encouraging you. Good to see you continue to enjoy this.] Its tail pushed him forward, and its throat changed from a gentle pull to more of a controlled slide.

With everything below his chest fully inside Teq's gullet or deeper, Sam realized he could kick around a little, and that it felt like paddling through a thick liquid. Teq offered no time to think about what that meant - not that Sam needed much - and the man soon found his world dark as the Synth shut its mouth past his head, while the bottom of its "stomach" soon forced his legs to curl up. Moments later, all of him was sitting in the strange, dark hot tub, with luckily enough room to keep his head above the liquid.

[How was it?]

"Very… relaxing," Sam decided, "although, I think I expected more of a swallowing motion than the constant slide."

[Interesting… I will keep that in mind when we do this in the future, assuming further successful tests.]

"When, not if?" He laughed, and tried to pat Teq's insides, but found that the liquid seemed thicker, and harder to move through. "Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

[I have a measured 100% success rate at talking you down my throat,] it pointed out, [and with a similar frequency of arousal, I expect you to ask it of me, especially once the process is further refined. Plus, you may want better footage than security camera video.]

"…fair enough. I definitely want a copy of those."

[And you'll have it. Goodbye now, Sam. I'll see an earlier you in a few minutes.]

The man didn't get the chance to think about what that meant.

--

Sam blinked his eyes open; he was laying in some sort of cushioned tube, like the ones in Teq's lab. He tapped the glowing "exit" button and sat up, groggy. Around the tube was, well… Teq's lab. The practically second home of his Synth friend, the place was littered with tools, notes, and half-finished contraptions that it swore it had put in "the most efficient places possible." Today, the focus seemed to be around the biggest 3D printer Sam had ever seen, covered in papers with diagrams and measurements all over them.

Teq itself stood over its desk, presumably with even more complicated papers. [Oh, hello again Sam. Did you wake up well?] it asked, turning its head so its visor could "look" at him. Really, with its tail plugged into the wire hanging from the ceiling, Teq had seen Sam through every wall-mounted camera pointed near him, but he appreciated the familiar body language.

"Er, yeah, thanks for the makeshift bed, but I don't remember climbing in."

[Perfectly normal,] it replied, its electronic wink pulsing a mischievous yellow and blue, [seeing as you didn't.]

"Right, yeah, I remember some new scan you wanted to…" a yawn interrupted Sam, and he reached up in a big stretch, one that drew his attention to his outfit.

Or rather, his lack thereof.

"Teq, do you know why I'm naked?"

[Synthesizing clothes around a body would have posed an unnecessary challenge and risk.] It turned, walked over, and offered a hand out of the tube. [Say, do you know anyone else who would want to be eaten by a Synth? For once, some external bias in selection would be welcome.]

Sam took the hand and cringed at the chill of the floor; helpfully, Teq pointed him to a pile of his clothes on a nearby bench. "I… maybe? Wait, what do you mean anyone ELSE?" he asked while putting on some protection from the lab's temperature.

The yellow and blue smiling eyes returned as Teq handed him a USB stick. "I could tell you directly, but I think it will be much more fun for you to find out looking through these files."

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Welcome to the estate of purple creatures!!

003: Valentine

A LONG TIME AGO:

Seeing the darkness and chaos reach out to him, he already felt hopeless a he fall down to his knees. No longer trying to escape what's have been done for hundred of turns.

'why do I even remember...

This pain....' tearfully he felt sick wanting to change his destiny. He always found himself in the same loop of fate where his controlled by someone who look like him, killing his friends and destroying his own world. It's either this or be killed what become of his one of his dear friend..

< So you want asylum from all of the chaos?>

He heard a voice spoke to him, his eyes widen in shock before fear creeps into his heart, he saw the core fae who's one of the reason those event happened to him—appeare before him.

< I'll help you >

Before he can say anything. He heard a snap and he found himself in another place. a beautiful garden. The fae turn to a smoll pixie and look at him while floating around.

< Purples like you shelter in this place. You should able to stay here everytime chaos takes over your body. >

"H-huh... Why are you helping me..... What do you want from me!?" He felt panic, he can't trust this person. There's no good reason someone would help him. His not even close to them!

< Because your Ai close friend. And it's a canon event for you to stay here. > They shrugged their shoulder before they give a candy to him.

< From today on, you'll be called Valentine or val. In this minor where theres lot of you who have the same Original name, you need identity to be called your own.> They added.

They seems to be in a deep thought for a moment:

< that name would protect you and you can stay here because you have an "original" name >

"What .... Please! Pls explain more!" He really don't understand what's going on.

< Take care of yourself val~ till next time. Btw you need to pay rent in this place. This is not free~ byeeeeeeee>

Before he can ask more the core fae disappear leaving him even more confuse.

"Oh my, what's this? A new < friend > that I don't know would arrive~ tell me, ghost am I seeing things?" He heard someone spoke behind him, he turn around quickly In defense mechanism and was about to throw what's his holding in his hand but he saw someone who look like him but have a short hair..

"A-are you that chaos...?! N-no you don't have long hair or butterfly feature like him... You look more " sane" that he was...." He was nervous but break down his own assumption.

"Me "sane"? Oh?? How rare." The other him in a lab coat seems to find his description quite interesting.

"Quite interesting in fact, I'll let you stay instead of feeding you to My dogs." He smile innocently at valentine. Who's eyes widen in shock, the person turn around and start to walk away.

"Ghost can bring you to a room. Your rent, would be pay by a task or orders. Through you don't need to pay anything yet. I find no use of your help for a moment.... Till then, < Valentine of Core world > " the doctor disappear into a door, and the door disappear with him.

"What's going on...." Val cannot help but question many things yet he felt someone tap him the shoulder and he back away and look defensive as he stared yet to another look alive but this time he seems to be wearing a butler like outfit. Holding a notebook and saying.

[ I'm Ghost clown #01 of all purples. Please to meet you. Please come with me. I'll take you to your room ]

This person reminds him of a dark fae energy but he seems tame... He nodded his head and can't do anything and went to follow along.

It was the day where he come to the estate, a place full of alters of his that's here for a reason. But it's different reason than he have.

.

.

.

PRESENT

Two Days before the Dinner:

03:00 AM

Estate- Kitchen

- Valentine -

Val doesn't understand why he was force to stay up late to make chocolate with this crazy lunatic ( doctor ) when he could be enjoying sleep. But like anyone else can deny the orders of this bastard. So he is force to mix the big pot of chocolate as the doctor put lots of Crystal hearts that He ( Val) was force to farm from back in his world.

"I don't think that's..." Should be mix with the chocolate..' he wanted to say but. Keep the rest of the words as the doctor already putting something sparkle and something that look like a black hole inside a box to the pot, causing a smoll mushroom explosion of rainbows to happen, but Val already put defense magic before hand to not be effected by it and doctor is wearing a full biohazard suit.

So there's not much of effect cause to the two but did mess in the stove, it will be clean by Ghost tomorrow.... Probably.

"There's no "I don't think" people are just dumb to not even try~" doc said as he put "fish eggs"...????? To the pot before he close the lid. "Anyway, we just have to let it cook for like... 3 days." He stared at his watch before he look at the mess in the kitchen.

"Tell ghost to use the second kitchen and not this one. I don't want anyone entering this place when I'm out... Also go get clean up, you smell like unicorn waste mix with rotten golden duck eggs." He cover his nose through the mask as he step away from Val who felt very offended by what doc said cause clear this is the fault of his!!

"I--" he can't even say anything to complain when the others open a door that appear beside him and then walk through it, the door disappear as it closes. Val sighs as he look at the pot, he rub his fingers together out of nervousness and trying to stay warm. As he did that he suddenly realize what Doc mean that he stink.

"Ack... Aghn... SO STINKY!" His eyes water before he suddenly felt his skin is nothing but full of dirt and disgusting. He quickly went out of the kitchen and went to take a bath in his room, through he did passes by Niki who's chatting with Xeoren in the aquarium.

"That smell...." The undead monarch stared at the direction where val went in hurry before he stared at the sea folk in the aquarium who tapped a Morse code to him.

"So that [ doc ] is working on your wish?" Question Niki, the other nodded before yawning. "... I don't really understand how contract works, through I'm just a space renter in this place, a living in cook that help with that Ghost fellow.

"Oh well... Those sort of things will only cause me to be hungry." He mumble before he wave his hand farewell to his fish friend, going back to his "room" but went pass one of the doors that his well familiar with, but the owner of the room isn't in the estate anymore.

he notice the door is slightly open. Peaking inside, he saw his friend Solitaire with Kiseki sleeping peacefully, soli seems to be telling stories to Kiseki as there's a book in bed but the young child hugs hugs his blue dragon and pink swan stuff toy tightly in the sleep while in the arms of his father.

"Niki...?" He heard his friend called for him as he is a light sleeper. "Did something happen?" Soli ask in a low tone not wanting to wake up his child. "Nope. I was just roaming around. It's devils hours anyway. I'll go sleep later." The undead commented not wanting to disturb the two and quickly leaving the room.

He went to his room that was shared with the other undead in the estate, that person is rather... Tame at the moment staring at the window. Reflecting the moon.

"What's wrong Z...?" He appraoch the fellow undead who just stared silently in the moon. The other ignores him, and just stared at the moon.

"Well good night then." Niki sigh as he went to his side of the room and slept for the night. He still need to cook for breakfast with ghost in the morning after all.

Character Profile #5

Purple creature #17: Valentine

A fae from the core world / Crystal hearts. A victim of Chaos Butterfly ( in which golden rings in eyes is one of the sign ) is in the estate cause of core, lives there to take asylum from constantly being game over and possession.

He rarely interact with everyone in the estate because he doesn't trust other alter of his especially after Chaos era. But he can be social if wanted to.

Abilities: his a bat fae. He have a bat form but his not a vampire. He can do expertise in magic as well but he rarely the type that would attack anyone. He flee than fight.

[arielgobuss]

47. Two days before everything changed

It's funny how we feel so much But we cannot say a word We are screaming inside But we can't be heard*

"Bloody hell! Damn her! She might get stuffed! Selfish egoist! I will never defend her again! Enough of that!" Ron burst into the dormitory so suddenly that Harry, who was lying on the bed, almost fell off it. He quickly pocketed the ball he had received as a Christmas present from Snape and had been staring at for the last fifteen minutes, alternatingly recalling the faces of his mother, father and Sirius. "She became unbearable! Worse than my mother! If I knew that-- What was that?" Ron stopped spewing bitter curses and looked in surprise at Harry, who was trying to seem extremely interested in the wrinkle in the covers.

"What? Oh, it's nothing. Just... a ball. I was practicing... catching the snitch," Harry tried to explain quickly, but Ron frowned suspiciously. "What happened? You look pretty pissed," Harry asked, trying to change the subject.

His friend sighed heavily and fell onto the bed.

"Hermione," he muttered under his breath. "Is she that... I don't know how to call it... terrible to you, too?" Harry frowned, waiting for further explanation from his friend. "It's just that she... fuck, I don't know," Ron huffed irritably. "Her behavior is simply awful. She keeps following me around and telling me what to do. I can't even take a piss on my own. And suddenly she became incredibly demanding. She blames me for everything. That I don't do this, that I don't do that. I just can't take it anymore." Ron wiped his face with his hand and looked at Harry with the expression of a martyr. "Why didn't you stop me while there was still a chance?"

Harry shrugged.

"I didn't tell you to date her," he replied. He didn't feel like listening to Ron's complaints at all. He was going to see Snape in half an hour.

"Maybe it was a mistake?" his friend asked, turning his face to the window. It was late afternoon and the sun, low in the sky, cast long shadows on the sparkling white fields. Harry saw the obvious dejection on Ron's face and felt sorry for him. He knew exactly what he must be going through now. He had felt the same way many times this year. "You know what? I don't feel like sitting here. I don't feel like looking at her at all." The redhead turned his head towards Harry, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Let's go to the pitch and practice Quidditch. I need to have some fun."

Harry felt a pang in his stomach.

"Er... you know, it's quite late..." he muttered. "And it's very cold."

"It never seemed to bother you," Ron muttered with resentment in his voice. "Since you found a girlfriend, you don't have time for us at all. You're always gone. When was the last time we did something together?"

Harry swallowed. Ron was right. Lately, he had been devoting almost all of his free time to Severus. He tried to think of an evening he and Ron spent doing something other than homework, but he really couldn't. His friend looked at him with a mixture of bitterness and hope, and Harry felt very stupid.

He closed his eyes, fighting an internal battle within himself.

"Okay," he finally said. "You're right. Sorry. Let's go. I miss Quidditch too." He smiled faintly.

That was actually true. In winter, training was organized very rarely due to too severe frosts. Even Angelina wasn't sadistic enough to make them train in such conditions. Besides, no other team trained, so no one lost anything.

Ron perked up almost immediately. He jumped out of bed and dived into his trunk, looking for a broom and warm clothes. Harry took advantage of the fact that his friend wasn't paying attention to him and slipped his hand into the pocket, closing his fingers around the green gem.

Sorry, I can't come today. Something came up. We'll meet another time.

He jumped out of bed, feeling excitement in his heart. Oh, he really missed flying. Snape probably won't blame him for not coming to him this one time. Besides, it wasn't the day of the detention, so he didn't have to go.

As he changed into warmer clothes, he felt the warmth emanating from the stone. Pretending to tie his shoe, he knelt down and read the message:

I'll expect you tomorrow evening then.

Oh, he didn't expect Severus to take it so calmly, but he was pleasantly surprised.

All right. - he sent back quickly and stood up. He put both stones in his trunk so as not to lose them on the pitch, put on a few more layers of clothes and left the dormitory with Ron, clutching his Firebolt in his hand and already imagining the taste and smell of the winter air that he would finally be able to taste after this long break.

"Oh, are you going to fly?"

Harry turned halfway down the stairs, seeing Ginny coming out of the girls' dormitory.

"Yes, we want to get some exercise," Ron replied.

The girl beamed.

"Can I come with you? I haven't flown for a long time. I could use some exercise. I've missed the last few training sessions and it's not the same on my own. Greg doesn't like Quidditch." She grimaced, as if the idea of someone not liking Quidditch was as alien to her as house elves speaking ill of their masters.

Ron and Harry exchanged glances.

"Alright. You can be useful. You're gonna practice shooting, I'm gonna practice defense, and Harry's gonna practice finding the Snitch."

"Great!" Ginny clapped her hands. "I'll be right back, give me a minute to change."

***

"Have you seen that overhang? I almost fell off my broom, but it was worth it! Have you seen it? I didn't even know I could do that! It was amazing! Or how I hit that tile with just my fingertips! Have you seen it?" Ron was enthusiastic all the way from the pitch, across the meadows towards the castle, illuminated by the lights shining through the windows. The snow was crunching under their boots, and Harry felt as if every muscle in his body had frozen, and it squeaked even louder now as he walked. Even louder than Ginny's laughter. But at the same time he felt like he was born again. He felt completely relaxed. Like after good sex with Snape. Except that now he had a lot of energy inside him, which was literally driving him crazy.

"Yeah, that was good. Did you see how I made a last-minute turn just above the ground?" he asked Ron and Ginny, grinning from ear to ear and recollecting the rush of frosty air that still played in his hair. "I dug my feet into the snow. I thought I was done for. Hahaha. But at least now I know what to do if Zabini or Cho were hot on my tail. No broom can handle this. Except for the Firebolt."

"Yes, hahaha. I'll try this on my Cleansweep sometime," Ron grinned.

"Better not," Ginny giggled. "I'm not going to pick your pieces out of the snow later. Besides, you only succeeded because my fingers were too cold to aim properly. This isn't good weather for Quidditch though."

"Look," Harry remarked as the three of them entered the castle, stamping their feet and brushing the snow from their shoes, "if you scored so many goals in such conditions, how many will you score in the spring?"

"Scoring goals for Ron is no challenge," the girl smiled, and the Gryffindor turned red.

"You're about to get hit with a broom!" He raised his Cleansweep and swung it at Ginny, who jumped back, laughing, and hid behind Harry.

"Maybe you could stop being so loud?" a plump lady with a baby in a cradle growled at them, depicted in one of the paintings hanging in the Entrance Hall. "You're gonna wake her up!"

Ginny put her hand over her mouth, choking on laughter, while Ron chased her around the Entrance Hall, swinging his broom, and Harry had to lean against a pillar to control his laughter.

"I have to go to the toilet. Wait for me," Ron panted as he stopped for a moment, leaning on his broom, and then headed to the bathroom to the right of the Great Hall.

Ginny stopped next to Harry, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It was great. It's a pity we don't go out together more often."

Harry straightened up, finally catching his breath. "Yeah. Next time--"

"What's going on here?" a deep, low voice filled the space, seemingly coming from nowhere. Harry felt a chill run down his spine. He turned sharply towards the stairs leading to the dungeons and saw Snape emerging from them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Ginny's smile immediately disappeared from her face. His own smile was buried under the floor a long time ago.

The man approached them confidently, rustling his cloak. Harry saw only coldness in his eyes, making the frost outside seem like child's play.

"Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley," Snape muttered, stopping in front of them and looking down at them with narrowed eyes. "I see you're having so much fun that you don't care how much noise you make. Your house loses ten points."

"But it's not quiet the curfew yet…" Ginny protested.

"Silence!" Snape's voice seemed to be carved from ice, and Harry felt a strange vibration in it that made something inside him tremble with fear. He made sure he was standing far enough away from Ginny, but moved back a little more just to be safe.

"We were going to fly. Is this somehow prohibited now?" Ginny asked stoutly. Harry silently asked all the deities for her to shut up. Severus didn't seem willing to be lenient at the moment.

"And another ten points for that impertinent tone," he growled, looking at the girl as if she had suddenly turned into a very irritating bug. "I don't care what you do together in your free time, but there are rules in this castle. One of them is the ban on making noise in the corridors. The second rule," he pointed to the wet, muddy traces covering the entire floor, "is the prohibition of destroying or dirtying school property. And for that, another ten points. Clean this up immediately or I will notify Mr. Filch."

Harry wanted to pull out his wand, but Ginny beat him to it. He saw that her hand was shaking slightly as she removed the marks with a cleaning spell. She was obviously having a hard time controlling her anger.

"And the third rule," Snape continued in a vindictive tone, "is the ban on using spells in the corridors. Another ten points for that, Miss Weasley. One more demerit and you'll be grounded, is that clear?"

[aeoki]

Toyland - Epilogue 1

Location: Toy Stage Characters: Hinata, Touri, Yuzuru, Eichi & Wataru

Touri: “Everyone~! I know you’re focused on the toys but don’t forget to pay attention to the stage too!”

“I shouldn’t need to introduce myself at this point, right~?”

“I’m Touri Himemiya-sama from the top unit in Yumenosaki Academy! ☆”

“I’ll give a special introduction for the person who I admire with all my heart, so be sure to have a good look~!”

“Kneel down for the leader of ‘fine’ and the Student Council President, Eichi Tenshouin-sama ☆”

Eichi: “Fufufu. I wonder if idols have piqued your interest.”

“Your eyes are sparkling – how adorable. It would be troubling if you all were to be engrossed in playing in a land of dreams and forget about reality, though.”

“We’re not here as ‘fine’ today but as members of a unit who provide dreams to children.”

“I shall leave my post as ‘Emperor’ and act as a jester instead.”

“But there is already a master here so the best I can do is to simply follow in his footsteps.”

“I’m expecting great things, Wataru. I would appreciate it if I could learn even a small part of your tricks.”

Wataru: “I have a feeling you’ll steal my techniques without me ever teaching them to you, though?”

“In any case, I shall answer your expectations. I am Wataru Hibiki. It is my calling to fill the entire world with love and surprises – It’s a pleasure to meet you all…☆”

Yuzuru: “I have the honour of being a member of ‘fine’. I don’t think I need an introduction, however, I am in front of many people.”

“It may be presumptuous of me, but I shall introduce myself.”

“I’m Yuzuru Fushimi. I also shall introduce the other members who will be performing with us for ‘Toyland’.”

“On the right, we have Hinata Aoi-sama and on the left, we have Yuuta Aoi-sama. Please welcome them with a round of applause…♪”

Hinata: “Hey there~☆ I’m Hinata Aoi from ‘2wink’.”

“Oh but since we’re in a ‘temporary unit’ with ‘fine’, then I guess it’s a bit weird for me to say that.”

“Anyway, we’re gonna make ‘Toyland’ a super fun event, so I hope you’ll have a good time~♪”

Yuzuru: (...I don’t know what happened to Hinata-sama, but anxiety can be infectious.)

(He may have a smile on his face but he cannot hide how he truly feels.)

(Thankfully, it seems the others haven’t noticed but it should only be a matter of time before they do.)

(He may think me cruel, however, I must tell him this.)

(“Toyland” is a job the Young Master received from the Master.)

(If you’re going to make a mess of things, then I shall ask the two of you to leave at once.)

Hinata: (...Yeah, sorry. You’re right, Fushimi-senpai – I shouldn’t bring my personal issues into work.)

(I was trying to pretend I was fine but it didn’t work. I guess I’m still not good enough as an idol~ I’m still inexperienced.)

(Fushimi-senpai, can you casually support Yuuta-kun in secret?)

(We kinda had a fight and it’s pretty awkward between us right now.)

Yuzuru: (Hmm, so that’s why he was acting odd. The usual sharpness in his performance is gone.)

(If it was simply a combined performance with “fine” and “2wink”, then I wouldn’t need to pay as much attention.)

(But we’re in a ‘temporary unit’ right now and Hinata-sama and Yuuta-sama are friends of the Young Master.)

(If I were to make you two leave the stage, then that would affect the Young Master’s performance.)

Hinata: (So you were testing me. If I had to pick between having you or the Student Council President as an enemy, I think I might go with you actually~)

(It looks like you’ll do anything for Hime-kun and will think nothing of your actions.)

(...If it’s for Yuuta-kun, I wouldn’t even mind drinking muddy water. If he can live as himself, then I don’t have to exist.)

(I love my little brother. He’s the one I treasure the most in the world… and he’s way more important than me.)

(Fushimi-senpai must feel the same way about Hime-kun.)

Hinata: “Children’s dreams are stuffed everywhere in this toyland. Look, there are so many sweets in this present box!”

“I think I might be tempted by this sweet candy! Oh no ☆”

“But I can’t resist… Woah, it looks like a scary soldier has arrived. Run away, everyone~!”

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