#i'm overflowing with um. i don't even know

[idleorbitals]

OF ep 2 watch through ...part 2

(part 1)

sand he was inviting both of you *so* explicitly what is your move here. sand will complain repeatedly about this into the next scene but no one asked him to cancel his date. baby is in denial

side note ray enjoying begging sand so much?? side note also this is how we find out ray blacked out and sand left him their last night together? ouch

ohhhkay the extensive flirting in the car. "one night stand boy, huh?" sand patently enjoying himself /so/ much but whining the whole way. they are both in trouble and neither of them know it yet but sand is going to find out really soon and ray is not going to find out until they both are in much more trouble

top has trauma-induced insomnia and he's serious enough about it to make this face. I'm still proud of mew for checking if he was trying to pull one on him and then being kind about it when it seemed like he wasn't

alright tho didn't we just establish that your much comfier bed is right over there? mew no one did this to you but yourself

I like these mockumentary cutscenes more than I thought I would. mew silently smirking as he checks off boxes is doing heavy narrative lifting and I'm into it

the foreboding music the lighting the lingering on the photo of ray and mew boston what are you planning?? is he about to become a real antagonist? can't decide how I feel about this

ray is sort of into sand insulting him? is this because he doesn't have the power to hurt him yet or masochistic kink

...ray baby no. you're gonna be Learning

sand brings up the /who are you, my dad?/ except this time it's /who am I, your dad?/ convo again and ray makes this face:

alright

alright

oh here we. fokking go

sand going "what am I supposed to be, your hooker" and ray saying "sure" and sand doing soft surprised pikachu for like ten seconds. ray doubling down and sand telling him to save it. instead of saying "I don't sleep with people for money" he says "I sleep with people I like for free" and we send silent thanks to screenwriters who understand the sex industry and have the cultural vocabulary to write compelling nuanced and still quippy conversations about sex. not to be heterophobic but queer people make better tv

anyway sandray are both playing a game and they both keep getting surprised to be one-upped. this is a very enjoyable dynamic to watch and they seem to be enjoying it too

...for now

at minute 8:30 sand's last vocal sound leaves his mouth. for thirty full seconds ray smokes and asks him leading flirty questions including "am I interesting enough for you?" and "are you open to someone like me?" and for thirty full seconds sand looks from rays right eye to his left eye and back again and lowers and raises his jaw infinitesimally and just generally:

this boy is done for and I can't even be mean about it I'm right there with him

anyway at shortly after minute 9 they break the tension and kiss each other. they kiss each other! ray is the one leaning around from his cigarette to do khaotung's little smoke plume of high art but sand is very much matching him in coming in for this kiss. I love this framing so much. firstkhao have the absolutely ideal dynamic to pull this off*

*if anyone saw that one person copy pasting SANDRAYYYY SWITCHHH into the live comment box the entire end credits that wasn't me but I was there with them in spirit

they break away and sand says if they go further they won't just be friends and ray says some kinds of friendship start from sex you watched the same thing I watched I don't need to describe it but here I am. do you remember though that this was the look ray was giving sand while he said that because ho boy

sand pronouncing that ray is going to keep wanting him but they're going to stay just friends right after he says we won't be just friends after this...what level to tackle this on. narratively this definitely feels like foreshadowing and I think he's right on the money on the first bit. but we know that sand is not going to get out of this remotely unscathed whether or not it could possibly be argued that he hasn't already lost that battle. sand showing his hand by contradicting himself out loud as well as internally?

they stub out their cigarettes Significantly and start making out again. can't coherently screencap this scene. it's so excellently done. top notch dynamic again. firstkhao are getting better at this with every go.

ok I do have one minor gripe

for some reason in the middle of sand pushing ray back onto the couch they have inserted a shot of ray on top of sand. it is from the beat that comes after the last little mockumentary cutscene—it's not a double, it's the exact same shot, just colored differently. screenshots below from 10:11 and 11:02

editing mistake? intentional insert to lengthen the scene? I like this shot too but it breaks up the flow of the scene oddly and I want it gone from the first part

mockumentary cutscene: even harder to focus on when I know what's coming back on screen right after but worth mention. obviously sand is reflecting on some past mistakes here. he knows he's playing with fire and he's denying it vocally and also not changing his behavior. self-awareness level relatable honestly. do we think he fell in love with someone he didn't want to? or fell in love freely and then got screwed over? why is he mr. one night stand boy

also don't know whether to credit ray or khaotung for this longest gayest look ever at his own pants. sublime

okay back to the couch for our not-quite-ten-second final indulgence. ray's on top this time. I don't even like sex scenes that much I know what I am saying

I see, like sand's, my words are not matching my actions. and yet

*trembling* sandray.... switch....

all ofts watch throughs

#ofts #only friends the series #ofts meta #firstkhaotung #raysand #sandray #that devolved a little #also it took me so long to finish i took two breaks and posted snippets forgive me #i'm overflowing with um. i don't even know #consider me truly fucked over by this show #where did my saturday go anyhow #ofts watch through

[simpjaes]

speaking of hoon edging himself for days when you're not available, can you write a quick prompt about how he'd fill up and overflow all your holes when you get back. fuck, he'd be the type to go for ages even after you're all fucked out and overstimulated

reminder that I don't do requests but since you asked for a prompt, i'll write a lil somethin' somethin'.

christmas setting woohoo!

warnings: major edging, a billion orgasms, reader is smaller than him and can be lifted and held up.

wc: 1.4k

Sunghoon, your busy, busy boyfriend. Sunghoon, you're amazingly sweet, loving, and careful boyfriend. Sunghoon, your very, very horny boyfriend.

Honestly, he hates himself every time he does it. Sometimes it's intentional, but this time it wasn't entirely his fault.

It's the first time since you started dating him that you had to go home for a week during the holidays. Which is fine, you've only been dating him since the beginning of the year and it was somewhat expected that you wouldn't be spending christmas with him and him alone. After all, you expected him to go home too.

And he did, which arguably makes his situation worse.

Sunghoon, your needy, pathetic, and annoyed boyfriend.

What's worse is that edging is one thing, but this is just blatant torture. He thought it would be fun to be long-distance for a week. He wanted phone sex, he wanted to see you fuck yourself on camera for him, he wanted you to show him how much you missed him. And that's ultimately where he fucked up.

Because you can barely even respond to his text messages let alone call him for phone sex. Due to sharing a room with your cousin, due to constantly helping your family out with holiday preparations, due to-- doing stuff that doesn't involve helping him out.

You're entirely being distracted from him right now. Family, holiday tradition, and merry joy or whatever.

And you know, it wouldn't be that big of a deal if it weren't for the fact that his libido is far too high to have a girlfriend not on him every night. And by every night, it's really every night.

He's supposed to be distracted, though, with being home too and all. But he's entirely tuned into the fact that he's been so fucking hard since the day after you left. It's almost painful now, especially because something inside of him drives him to enjoy this torture. To try and hold off for the day you both eventually land back in the same city, and he can fuck all of this frustration out of himself and into you.

Plus, um, it's kind of hard to jerk off in his family home surrounded by said family. If anything, he should not be as horny as he is. He should be entirely turned off, and entirely tuned in to wrapping gifts and pretending santa is real.

Which, again, isn't working because with each day that passes, all he can think about is you and how you looked the last night you were together, all pretty with your lashes fluttering up at him. Pretty face, pretty mouth, pretty pussy.

Man, he's gonna fucking explode before this week is up.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Safe to say, Sunghoon did not explode.

But upon looking at him when he storms into your dorm room? He seems pretty fucking close to it. He looks sleepy, spent, and even exhausted.

You were half ready to offer your bed up for a nice little afternoon nap before he came up to you and immediately had his hand down your loose pajama shorts.

"Hoon?" You ask with a light chuckle.

"You couldn't even call me." He very nearly whined, which is kiiind of new to you.

Then it clicks. Right. Your boyfriend and his libido. His sex drive.

Oh my god, he must have been suffering.

"I'm so hard right now," He chokes out, rubbing himself against your thigh. "I've been so hard all week, babe, please."

And he doesn't really need to ask, but it's kind of cute that he does.

"Why didn't you take care of it?" You ask playfully, feeling his frantic fingers work you up so that you're ready to take whatever nightmare amount of cum he needs to give to you.

"Why didn't you take care of it?" He counters, fingers stopping for a moment before he shifts entirely, pulling his hand out of your pants and immediately shoving you back and against the small dorm kitchen counter.

You chuckle, because of course you do. You'll never get used to being needed or wanted so badly by someone, and it fills you with so much joy that he's really this desperate.

"I should maybe leave more often," You smile at him when he's slipping your pants off of you, hiking one of your legs up and against his waist before fumbling with his own pants. "Never seen you this horny--"

He shuts you up fast, your voice only working him up more and more with your stupid, stupid playful words. You're loving this, you must loooove to see him fucking suffer over you.

And then, the only sound that you can hear is the ringing in your ears as he plunges himself into you. Cock already hard and wet, pulsing with the need to fuck something. You, specifically.

It's like neither of you could speak if you wanted to, with his consistent groans and relieved sighs of feeling your pussy squeeze him like he missed so much.

"Missed you, fuck-" He manages to choke out, already nearing the point of orgasm before it slams into him without warning.

It's the first time he's ever come so fast, barely a full ten strokes into you before it happened, but you love it all the same. It felt somehow better than usual. After all, he could go for an hour or more when his sexual appetite is fed nearly every night by you.

Arguably, he appears to be able to go an hour or more now too, as your face falls into that of shock that his orgasm doesn't render him flaccid or spent.

He paused through his first orgasm, feeling it run through his body in a numbing way, only to immediately fuck up and into you harder once it's subsided. He knows he has more to give, so, so much more. A weeks worth of fucking you will be had now.

And man, you feel every inch of him, deeper and deeper until somehow he feels bigger than usual. Somehow he's splitting you open better than he ever has, and he's filling you up with orgasms that have never once lasted as long as the ones he's shaking through now.

A second orgasm comes in the form of him wrapping your other leg around his waist too, where he's essentially holding you up and against the counter absolutely railing your pussy until his legs nearly buckle.

And well, they do buckle. He's careful though, maintaining his balance before tapping your legs without a word and immediately pushing you to the floor. You stared in awe at how his cock is still working through the two orgasms, despite his brain clearly having gone blank the moment he said he missed you.

There, you give him a third orgasm with your throat. It took a little longer, and it only happened when he let it. Holding your head in place with both hands, fucking his hips into you just to feel your throat constrict and strangle his pathetic and still needy cock. You hear his brain start working again through this, and the only words he can mutter is, "it's like you're doing this on purpose, god, look at how you take it."

You take all of it and you taste all of it, again and again as he stumbled in front of you, angling his hips into your mouth to push it deeper, just to come to the point that you're choking. You wish you could have seen the way he chewed against his bottom lip and threw his head back as it happened.

You're so good to him though, letting him take it out on you like this. So, so good to him.

And it didn't stop. For hours he fucked himself into every part of you that you'd allow, offering you several orgasms in turn from sheer force and need alone. He didn't really even try, because for the first time with you, he was solely desperate to focus on himself. To empty his body of this buildup, and to fill you up with how frustrated he's managed to become.

By the next morning, you weren't the only one rendered unable to walk. His own legs felt weak, his head hurt, his eyes were strained at the morning light. But when he looked at you, smiling as if you really would leave more often just to have him lose his goddamn mind like that again, he immediately scolds.

"Why are you smiling like you're gonna do this shit to me again?"

And you'd just smile wider.

"Because I definitely will."

He rolls his strained eyes at you, thinking hard about the fact that as much as he hates not fucking you, he might kind of love the way you make it up to him.

#sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #hardthots #anon #ask

[professionalfattener]

Seriously?

This is getting out of hand okay? You look like you haven't moved since I was here last week!? That's insane.

You look... bigger. Sigh*

I can see you hiding the wrappers! What the f... It's like you're actually trying to gain weight on purpose!

How many calories have you guzled down since I saw you last week? Have you even left your house since then?

Do you think I don't see the fast food wrappers overflowing your trash and piled by your bed there?

Do you think I can't clearly see that you barely fit your clothes and you haven't cleaned them or yourself. Do I need to start doing that for you too?

I'm supposed to be coming here each week to help you get better and you're just... destroying yourself.

If you keep going like this you know all your health problems are only going to get worse and worse. I'm seriously considering leaving you an oxygen tank... listening to you wheeze like this is concerning... You're far too young to be this dangerously obese!

I'm worried about you.

Let Me get my cuff on you so I can at least check your blood pessure and make sure its alright?

Um. Okay this isnt fitting...I guess your arms have gotten a little wider since we did this last.

Okay put that down and listen to Me seriously. Your poor heart isn't going to be able to take much more of this if you can't at least try to slow down your weight gain. You're... not healthy.

Please! Listen to Me. Im your Nurse!

You're gaining too much weight so fast. Look at these stretchmarks all over you! Oh My God I dont know what to do!

I guess I just didn't realize how bad it had gotten and now... look at you sitting there. I can't believe Ive let this happen to you.

Can you? Can you even stand up?

Okay stop. Please!

Lay back!

Deep breaths. You're okay.

Now I'm seriously worried about you.

oh my God. What have I let you do?

#death feederism #death feedee #immobile fat

[ellebakers]

☆ I know who you pretend I am | Part two (+18)

Criston Cole x reader

Part two

Summary : Criston is courting you, but does he really have feelings for you, or is he trying to make someone jealous ?

Warnings : Fight, language, SMUT(18+)

Annoyed.

This is how you felt.

There was nothing enthusiastic about the festivities, and tonight was like all the others, wine, music playing by musicians, beastly soldiers wishing to finish between the thighs of a woman by the end of the night, and women just as eager to leave with a soldier of the king. This is what the parties organized in honor of your nephew Aegon were all about.

You didn't know why you were there. Oh actually you knew that. Your sister…

Alicent had begged you to come tonight, after gently declining at least twenty times you finally gave in.

That's how you found yourself sitting overlooking the room which was overflowing with men and women, each more excited than the other.

As you were about to take advantage of a moment of inattention on your sister's part to sneak out of this hellhole, someone appeared behind you.

"Are you leaving us already your majesty ?" One of your sister's soldiers asks amusedly.

You turned and met the eyes of Criston Cole, one of the most loyal soldiers of the crown, and also one of the most handsome men you have ever seen.

You cleared your throat to avoid thinking too much about the way you had imagined it lately, especially in the evenings, when you were alone in your room with an incessant fire that continued to course through your body.

"Um, yes I-"

You were interrupted by a voice announcing the return of Queen Rhaenyra, and as she entered, Criston paid you no more attention, he kept his gaze locked on her.

As the queen approached you, you bowed. "Please Y/n, we've been friends since childhood, you don't need to bow to me."

You smiled warmly at her but couldn't help but notice the way the man next to you was looking at her.

"It's a pleasure to see you again your majesty."

The blonde frowns at you and you laugh lightly. "I meant, Rhaenyra."

Your friend turned his gaze to Criston and both remained silent looking at each other. "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling very well, it's better if I go lie down for a bit."

Your sentence caught their attention, and you felt Criston's gaze land on you but you didn't pay any attention to it.

"Do you want me to come with you ?" Rhaenyra asked.

"No I will-"

"I'll walk her." Suddenly the soldier intervened.

Without bothering to look in his direction, you thanked him. "Thank you but I prefer to walk alone." Then without another word you left the room without giving Criston time to react.

.

A week had passed since Rhaenyra's return and you had do everything possible to avoid Criston.

As you tried once again to avoid him by running in the opposite direction from where you had seen him, you bumped into something, or rather someone.

You gasped as the person held your forearms to keep you from falling.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."

"It's up to me to apologize, I wasn't looking where I was going."

You looked up and met the gaze of a man with beautiful blue eyes.

You remained speechless in front of the beauty of this man, and while you were about to thank him for having caught you, a voice, which you knew very well, was heard behind you.

"Strong ! get your filthy hands off Princess Y/n."

The man let go of you gently. And you thanked him before turning furiously to Criston. "No need to be so rough with the man who saved me from falling."

Criston opened and closed his mouth, clearly surprised by your tone. You never raised your voice to him or anyone.

"Your Majesty, the way he held you was out of place."

You rolled your eyes at him and something dark crossed Criston's eyes making you shiver.

"His hands were on my arms, they weren't on my curves, there's nothing out of place."

You turned to the man and smiled at him. "What is your name ?"

The man who appreciated seeing you put Criston in his place smiled at you.

"Harwin Strong Your Majesty."

"Well Harwin you have my infinite grattitude. I hope to see you tonight for my sister's birthday."

The man bowed slightly. "With pleasure your majesty."

"Please call me Y/n."

Criston let out a sound that sounded like a choke which made Strong smile even more.

"Only if you call me Harwin."

You smiled at him and nodded "So we'll see you tonight Harwin."

You turned to Criston and your smile faded as you walked past him maintaining eye contact.

How could he react like that when Harwin had done nothing wrong.

Once you were out of reach, Harwin stepped forward and patted Criston on the shoulder.

"This lady is something."

Criston pushed Strong's hand away like he had burned him. "Stay away from her." he threaten with a dangerous look.

"I can't promise you that."

And with a smirk Harwin disappeared leaving Criston furious.

The soldier did not bother to think and he rushed to your room where he knew he would find you.

.

He didn't bother to knock and walked in, making you gasp.

"Sir Criston Cole, you have no right to-"

He didn't let you finish your sentence and clapped his mouth against yours. You pushed him away and for a moment he was afraid he had done wrong, but he was reassuring when you pushed him onto your bed and straddled him.

You knocked his armor. "Get rid of that."

He bit his lip. "Your wishes are my orders."

Once you got rid of his armor you settled back on him and kissed him with all your passion.

You felt something harden beneath you and you rubbed yourself against it, making Criston moan.

"Shit. You have no idea how many times I imagined us like that."

He confessed against your skin while undoing the lace of your dress.

"I hope as many times as I do."

He growled against your skin and began to suck your sensitive neck.

You slipped a hand between your two bodies and grabbed his hard member.

He threw his head back and groaned. "Fuck, Y/n, please do something."

Then you got out of bed and knelt in front of him. Criston propped himself up on his elbows with admiring eyes, but those eyes closed very quickly when you put his erect member in your mouth.

Instinctively he grabbed your hair in his fist and guided you up and down.

You watched him lose control little by little as you brought him closer to orgasm, alternating between sucking and licking.

"Damn, I'll-" He didn't have time to finish and cum in your mouth.

Out of breath he watched you swallow and groaned at the sight of it.

He grabbed you by the arm and laid you down on the bed. "It's my turn."

He ripped off your dress and ran his tongue over your body, your mouth, your neck, your breasts, taking care to lick them well and caress them with his fingers making you moan and wet like never before. Then he settled between your thighs and began to devour you as if you were his last meal.

You ran a hand through his hair to pull him even closer to where he made you feel good. Your moans got louder and louder and before you could orgasm you pushed him away.

He frowned and was about to ask you why, but you pinned her against the mattress and put your legs on either side of her head. It didn't take long for him to figure out what you wanted and a smirk appeared on his face as he impaled you on his tongue.

The sensation made you scream in pleasure, and he continued to bring you closer to your orgasm playing with his tongue inside you, and with one precise lick you came, shaking and sweating.

Once the adrenaline went down you withdrew from him and lay down next to him.

He put a hand on your belly and caressed it, it stayed like this until you fell asleep.

.

You had slept for an hour and when you woke up Criston was gone. Alicent's birthday came quickly and you found yourself sitting next to her when something caught your eye.

Criston.

And he was not alone, he was with.

Rhaenyra.

#criston cole #criston cole x reader #sir criston cole #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #fabien frankel

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Sigh.... I'm a woman lover, but right now, I'm falling heels over head for a man. Also unfortunately this is very specific to me so I'll be writing- I know, I know, - Fem reader.

Fem!Reader x Toji (JJK) || NSFW || Warnings: daydreaming, Toji being himself, at least from what i know of him, grinding, riding, belly bulge, lowkey crack treated seriously, masturbation, secret phone masturbation ??,😨 getting caught and bottom reader (i know, who even am I?)

Fuck.

You check the time again: it's 12, and you haven't gotten up yet.

You're starving, you're dehydrated, and honestly, you've gotta piss, but the insistent throb of your clit and the nasty images your mind keeps conjuring up keeps you chained to the bed, an unwilling prisoner to your desires.

You flip over on your back, hands moving to hold your breasts as air rushes over your soaked cunt. Why him? Why did it have to be the most cruel, useless, broke and lazy man you know? Was there no one else? Were you really that desperate?

Another scene pops into mind. It's Toji holding your breasts. His weight holds you down as he grinds his cock up and down your pussy, agonizingly slow. He was teasing you, and his cocky smirk paired with that unwavering gaze proved it.

Your back arches, your clit getting particularly sensitive as he grinds down harder, pinching at your nipples to coax little sounds out of you. The flex of his abs as he rolls his hips proves hypnotic, and before even you know it you're begging him to put it in, to fuck you stupid and fill you up with his cum. But oh, he's deaf to your pleas, dragging orgasms out of you from his torturous humping alone.

"Ughhhh." You huff and turn on your side, feeling your stomach growl.

God, you wish he was deep in your stomach right now.

Fucking you from the side just like this, your leg over his shoulder and the other wrapped around his waist as you scream, eyes rolling to the whites as he abuses that sweet spot inside you.

You're so wet you can hear the squelch of it all when he thrusts inside. It's coating your stomach, your thighs, overflowing around his thick cock and leaving a lewd ring around it. You're gonna have to throw the sheets out. You've never been fucked this good in your life.

And he knows it.

He reminds you when he leans down to whisper in your ear, his right hand leaving your hip to hold your face, dragging a calloused thumb across your bottom lip. "See how perfectly it fits inside?" He says. "Do you feel it?"

And you cry as you let out a warbled, "Yes,"

"I don't think you do."

He removes your hand from the death grip it has on the sheets to your stomach, and, for fucks sake, this idiot wasn't lying;

You really were feeling it now.

With each mind numbing thrust, a bulge could be felt. It was him, stupidly deep inside of you, leaving his mark so that no matter who you take after him, you'll always remember this spot as his.

Your phone goes off, and you think you might cry. Lying butt-ass naked in bed, pussy overflowing onto the sheets, clit begging to be touched, even just a little bit– and somebody has the audacity to call you? Didn't they know you were busy getting dream fucked?

It takes a lot of willpower, but you answer it.

"[Name]."

Of all fucking people.

Toji's deep rumble rolled out of your phone speaker like incoming storm clouds. You could feel another gush of arousal pouring out of you, and a sickening idea crosses your mind.

Fortunately, he doesn't comment on it. "Just waking up at this hour? I thought Miss Goody Two-Shoes would be up at 8am on the dot getting shit done on a Saturday like this one."

"He- hello, cough, um." Oh my fuck did you just SAY cough?!

You sit up, back to the wall. Your head tilts up as your hand creeps down your skin, it's goal burning hot with desire.

"Shut the fuck up, Toji... What did you need? You don't... Call me, ever, actually." Focus. You just need to keep him talking. And try not to make it obvious you're riding your fingers.

There's a bit of silence from him, probably confusion at your airy tone and disconnected speech. Then, "Tsk. I can't call a dear work buddy on our day off? I thought maybe we could go out, get to know each other-"

The only thing you wanted to know is if fantasy lived up to reality, but you digress. "How much do you need?"

He chuckles, and you have to bite back a moan. You're three fingers deep and it's still not enough, but you can't risk going to get anything bigger. As wet as you are, he'd hear the sounds and clock your shit instantly.

"Straight to the point. I spent my cut from our last job on.... Well, I'm sure you can guess." You can basically hear him wink. Ugh, why him? "I'm not much in the mood for cup noodles today. Slide me a couple bucks?"

You place the phone between your cheek and shoulder so your other finger can show your clit the appreciation it deserves. Your fingers match each other's pace, and soon you're rutting into your hand like a proper bitch in heat as his voice fuels your movements.

You try to groan, but it sounds frighteningly like a moan. Probably because it was a moan, but, you digress.

"Is this good enough, [Name]?"

You slide from the wall to the bed, letting the phone fall next to your ear. You were so close, just a few more minutes, you just need to hear him say your name.

He chuckles, and in the back of your mind you think you hear yourself say his name.

You choke, both on your shock and the force of your orgasm. It shoots out of you in the form of squirt, soaking your bed and covering you in your own sinful fluids. Your fingers keep going, the pleasure as torturous as it is addictive.

"It was cute, hearing you try to hide your moans."

Your hips aren't your own– rather, they have a mind of their own, rutting into your hand as long as they please, regardless of how hard your legs twitch or how loud you cry.

And there he is, right in your ear, even better than you imagined.

With a gasp, your legs give out and finally, it's over.

Your vision is blurry, and for a few blessed moments, it's silent on both ends. Then, you hear him slurping a straw from a very obviously empty cup.

"That's worth a couple hundred at least, right?"

You sigh. Yeah. Yeah it was.

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A/N: I wrote this but I guessed his speech pattern solely off what I know about his character sooooo. I'll be back to see if I can improve. Otherwise! Bone apple teeth:D

Sigh. This isn't as good as my other writing, but it was made with both love AND cum, I promise.

#the psychotics writing #jjk #jjk smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x you #toji smut

[queen-dahlia]

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

🔞🔞🔞

👅🌮💦, iykyk

if only they made the story longer...

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation

I was walking with Gilbert through the streets of Obsidian,

I found a drink labeled "A magic spell that deepens love," which may or may not be true.

I had bought it in a small bottle as a joke,

I had no idea that it would later cause such a situation.

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Gilbert: "You look lascivious... This drug works so well."   //   "What a lewd face... This medicine works so well."

(I didn't know...)

(... I can't believe that... it was an aphrodisiac...)

On the bed, I repeatedly take deep breaths to calm my flushed body.

Gilbert seemed to know the contents of the vial from the beginning, sitting beside me and smiling refreshingly.

(I took it honestly because he told me to drink it, but if I had known, I would have wanted him to stop!)

There's no way a great villain has such conscientious consideration, and even if I glare at him, he'll dodge it with a smile.

Gilbert: "Hey, what do you want me to do now? You're in pain, and I want to help you."

(... You're having fun.)

Gilbert: "... Hehe, you look like you're trying to say something?"

Gilbert reaches out to me and gently unbuttons my dress.

I was wearing the clothes that Gilbert had tailored for me today, but they were easily pulled down to my waist.

Emma: "No, don't... please."

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Really... Now is not a good time."

(I can't believe that a light touch is all it takes to make me say "this.")

The hot tingling in the depths of my body causes even the slightest movement to cause me to let out a lusty sigh.

I backed away to keep as much distance as possible, but a cold hand held me by the shoulder.

Gilbert: "Do you want me to... touch you here?"

Emma:  "Aaah..."

Just a light kiss on my ear makes my body jump exaggeratedly.

Gilbert: "Or is it this way?"

This time, my neck is pecked, and my waist moves on its own.

(It's like it's not my body...)

(…… What is this "spell to deepen love"…)

I just want to cry because I am just being disgraceful in front of the person I love.

Still, there was no sign that Gilbert would stop,

A hand came down to lift up the hem of my dress and stroke the place where the heat was building up.

(一… Uhm.)

Just by doing so, something overflows from deep inside my body, and the heat spills out.

Tears welled up at the sensation of wetting his cold hand.

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I only touched you a little bit, but you made such a mess."

Emma: "That's why I said 'no'…"

Gilbert: "Yeah, embarrassing, huh?"

(I don't want it anymore...!)

(... I don't want Gilbert to see me in such an embarrassing way...)

I was not allowed to run away or hide, so I covered my face with my hands.

Gilbert: "Oh, are you crying?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Do you want me to stop?"

When I desperately nodded, Gilbert took a small breath.

Gilbert: "Then I'll stop."

(Huh...)

Gilbert quickly releases me and reaches for the book on the side table.

He opened the book as if nothing had happened, and then silence fell.

(… Good… but weird.)

(I wonder if it's my imagination that he looks somewhat grumpy...)   //   (Is it my imagination that he seems to be in a bad mood somehow...)

I hurriedly put my dress back on, but just the rubbing of my clothes makes my body tingle, and I make strange noises.

(And… For now, I'll just go back to my room. Then I'll just be quiet until the drug wears off.)

Emma: "… Good night, Gilbert."

I slipped out of bed as though I was running away and headed for the door of his room一

Emma: "Um..."

Gilbert: "Hm?"

Emma: "Why is there a lock on the inside of your room?"

Gilbert: "I wonder why."

(When did I get locked in!?)   //   (I've been trapped before I knew it!?)

I turned around and saw Gilbert closing the book and smiling at me.

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm sorry, Little Bunny. Did you mean to run away from me?"

Gilbert: "I was so hurt that you took a love potion and ran away from me. …It hurts."

Emma: ". . . . ." 

Gilbert: "The drug's gonna last a while, okay? But you can't even go back to your room."

Gilbert: "You'll be writhing in front of me all night. What's so embarrassing about that?"

Gilbert: "Hehe, you will feel so much better once you get comfortable."

(Yes... maybe.)

The vicious fever that is raging inside my body is not subsiding, but rather consuming me even more.

I can't even move around because I feel like I would stain the floor just by walking.

(I was so embarrassed, I didn't want to show Gilbert how I was acting, so I ran away...)

(Hurry… I want to be released.)

Emma: "Gilbert…"

Gilbert: "No, it's punishment."

Emma: "Punishment?"

Gilbert: "If you want to feel good, you have something to say to me, don't you?"   //   "If you want to feel better, do you have something to say to me?"

Emma: "… I-I'm sorry?"

I was going to apologize for trying to escape, but Gilbert shook his head.

Gilbert: "No, I don't want you to apologize."

Gilbert: "Do you think the words I want to hear from your mouth are such clichés?"

(Then what is it?)

Gilbert: "Little Bunny, with your body like that, why didn't you want to do it?"

Emma: "The person I am now... isn't something I'd like anyone to see..."

Emma: "… I didn't want to disappoint you."

Gilbert: "Heh, do you think I'm going to be appalled by you for that?"

Gilbert: "Hmm, you're an idiot."

(Oh, I see...)

(That's why Gilbert got so grumpy when I refused him.)

I shake my head and return to his bed, despite the stimulation of my clothes.

Emma: "… If you can be appalled by something like this, I wouldn't be here."   //   "… If something like this is going to make you stunned, then I wouldn’t be here."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

(Gilbert's love is not such a half-hearted thing.)

(No matter how disgraceful I am, there's no way the great villain will let me escape...)

This time I took off my dress and dropped it on the floor.

Emma: "Help me... please."

Gilbert: "Hmm, that's correct."

Gilbert, who has dismissed the book, taps the bed sheet.

I sat down on the spot and was pushed down by a light push on my shoulder.

Gilbert: "I'm sure that the little rabbit won't be satisfied with a half-hearted touch today, will you?"

Emma: "No, no... Even the slightest touch is enough to make my body go crazy一"

Gilbert: "I see. Then I'll have to be even gentler with you."

Saying "gently," Gilbert lifted my leg without mercy.

I had a bad premonition, and the next moment, I felt his breath in the center of the endless overflowing of heat.

(No way, that spot...!)

Gilbert: "You can make a lot of mess, okay? I'll help you."

Emma: "Wait一... Ahhh."

The bite on the tender spot makes my whole body bounce.   //   The bite on that ripe spot makes my whole body jump.

The stimulation was so strong that it blew away my words and thoughts, leaving me with nothing but pleasure and a sense of weariness.

While I breathe roughly and repeatedly, I am bitten and nipped again.

The never-ending torment seemed to drive me insane.

(You said… you’d be gentle!)

Emma: "I don't want to... I can't一"

Gilbert: "It's okay, Emma."

Wiping his lustrous, wet lips, Gilbert peers into my face and covers my mouth.

When he violated not only my lower abdomen but also my mouth, I could not stop crying from the excessive pleasure.

Gilbert: "You're pretty no matter what you look like, so don't hold back."

Gilbert: "... Otherwise, I'm going to have to punish you again."

(I'm scared, but...)

I reach out to him with an earnest gaze and hold his head in my arms.

I asked for a kiss that would make me crazy, and Gilbert responded.

(You really... make a face that says you love me一)

As we kiss deeply and repeatedly, his body moves forcibly on top of mine, and I let go of my reasoning.   //   As we kiss deeply and repeatedly, his body is forcefully laid on top of me, and I let go of my reasoning.

I was so disturbed that I don't want to think back on it, but Gilbert was still the same, full of love一 

#サイバード #イケメン王子 #ギルベルト=フォン=オブシディアン #ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince jp #ikepri jp #ikeprince translation #ikemen prince spoilers #ikeprince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #dahlia's bad translation

[mamawasatesttube]

28 with timkon :3c?

28. "No one ever cared about me like you."

"I don't think I ever thanked you."

Tim pauses. Next to him, Kon lies on his back, gazing pensively up at the ceiling; it's darker here in the farmhouse than it ever gets in Gotham, but the moonlight spilling through the window paints his face in silver. His hair, still damp from his shower, is a moonlit halo around his head.

"For what?" Tim asks, when it becomes clear Kon's waiting for him to respond. He shifts, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on one hand to give Kon his full attention.

A moment passes.

Tim studies him, in the quiet. It's dark enough he can make out the faint glow of Kon's eyes, normally invisible in daylight. He's relaxed, lying with one knee up and one arm folded back under his head. The other hand drums an idle rhythm on top of the quilt. His face doesn't look sad or upset; just thoughtful.

"Eh, you know." Kon shrugs. "Being my friend, even back when I was an obnoxious little shit."

You're still an obnoxious little shit, Tim almost says, but holds his tongue. This isn't the moment for teasing.

"You don't need to thank me for that," he says instead, opting for a wry smile. He pulls one hand out from under the quilt, lays it on top of Kon's. "I mean, I was a pretentious little fuck, and you still chose to be my friend, too."

"Yeah, but—" Kon blows out a tiny breath through his nose. Tim can't help but smile. "More than just that. I didn't... I wasn't... Man, this is gonna sound so cheesy, but I mean it. Like, you guys were so... No one ever cared about me like you."

The bed creaks a little as he rolls onto his side, too. He takes Tim's hand, holds it between both of his. Smiles, achingly earnest, and definitely hears the way Tim's heart skips a beat in response.

"And you still do," Kon continues, his voice soft and overflowing with warmth. "You care about me in a way I just—I can't hardly wrap my mind around it sometimes, Tim, how much you..."

He trails off, still cradling Tim's hand like it's something delicate, something precious. The adoration written across his face is so blatant that Tim's cheeks heat, and he squirms a little, wriggling down into the sheets until the quilt covers his face up to his eyes, and peeps up at Kon.

It's fucked up that Kon can be so gorgeous in the moonlight and gaze at him so lovingly. How's he supposed to handle that? He's only been officially dating the guy for a week (even if it's unofficially been, uh... longer than that)! He can't take this all at once!

"I, um." He curls his fingers around Kon's palm. "I mean, it's... not like it's hard to love you." His face gets even hotter. "It's actually, uh, really, really easy. Because you're, well... you."

An invisible net winds around his back and tugs him closer to Kon, and then Kon's arms wrap around him, warm and secure. Tim snuggles into his chest, still blushing furiously, and drapes his arm over Kon's waist.

"You're cute when you get flustered about experiencing and expressing your feelings like a normal person," Kon tells him, smiling against his brow.

Tim rolls his eyes. "Pot, kettle. As if you have room to call me repressed."

That gets a laugh out of Kon—that'll be ten points to Tim, thank you very much, fuck yeah. "You're still worse than me."

"Am not."

"Are too!"

"Am not."

"You so are!"

"At least I admit I'm fucked up about stuff, I just don't feel like going into it!" Tim pokes him in the chest. "You just go 'teehee I can't be traumatized if I just don't think about it ever' and pretend you're fine!"

"I do not say teehee!" Kon sounds indignant.

Tim looks up at him incredulously. "That's the part you're hung up on? Seriously?"

For a moment, they just stare at each other in the moonlight. The spell breaks after a heartbeat, and then they're both laughing, voices soft in the night. Tim shakes his head, presses a kiss to Kon's jaw, and sighs.

"And you were thanking me for loving you," he mutters in disbelief. "God."

Kon kisses the bridge of his nose. "I still stand by that. I'm grateful."

"Of course you are," Tim sighs, and simply resolves to hold him a little tighter.

#answers #Anonymous #timkon #rimi writes #tim #kon #long post #this one got a little out of hand. however consider: they are cute

[ericaand]

Waking Up with Joseph Quinn - Part 2

I decided that my imagine needed a part 2, and maybe even continue. So here's part 2:

Word Count: 996

Warnings: None.

MASTERLIST

   "Good morning, beautiful. How you feelin'?"

You glance over in his direction and smile. "Well, I feel like I made a bit of a fool of myself yesterday. So, I kinda feel like an idiot. I mean, I was so nervous and -"

Joe turned toward you and propped himself up on his elbow. "Hey, it's fine. It wasn't as bad as you made it seem in your head." He gently made a fist and 'knocked' on your head, and smirked. 

You inhaled deeply, closed your eyes, and exhaled even longer. You shook your head and allowed yourself to consider making your way to the bathroom. You felt the bed sink back down a bit on the side opposite to you. 

As you lifted the covers, and swung your legs off the bed, you recalled that Joe probably saw you mostly naked. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and swallowed deeply. As you stood, you gazed toward Joe. Like the gentleman he was, he was peering the other direction out the window.

You shuffled your feet across the scratchy, barely there carpet, which eventually morphed into smooth marble tile. You didn't bother to turn on the light, and you were almost afraid to look in the mirror. 

You felt like your head had a heartbeat of its own, but the cold porcelain seat almost made it seem to appear duller. You'd decided that turning on the light was your best bet because you probably looked a little raccoon-like after that amount of alcohol. You reached your hand to push the switch up; buzzing from the fluorescent bulbs lining the top of the mirror to be a little louder than you'd prefer. 

You combed your fingers through your hair and gently swiped your ring finger from tear duct to the outer eye in one swift motion. It wasn't as bad as you'd thought it'd be, but showering was necessary today. 

You grabbed the cold door handle and swung until it was almost shut. "I'm gonna jump in the shower really quickly!" 

You tugged the shower handle toward yourself and allowed the steam to slowly fill the small room. The warm water trickled down the entirety of your body, sending chills from head to toe. After you finished, you swung the glass door open and stepped onto the icy marble. You slipped the oversized white shirt of Joe's over your body and stepped into your nude panties, one leg at a time. 

You pulled the large black door toward yourself, to find Joeseph standing in his boxers with your phone in his hand. 

"It's been going off." He reached his arm out toward you, as your phone continued to buzz.

    "Hello?"

    "Y/n! Are you okay? No one could get ahold of your last night after you left, and I have your key card. Where are you?" 

    "Oh," you winched. "I'm so sorry! I so didn't mean to scare you all. I'm...I'm at Joe's hotel room." You pulled your face into a grimace, and hung your head; waiting for Natalia's response. 

    "Oh. My. God. No way! Really? I knew he had a thing for you!" She shouted, more than loud enough for Joe to hear.

You flashed a look in Joe's direction, to see him leaning on the entrance door. His head hung slightly, swaying side to side, as the smile lines on either side of his mouth appeared. You felt red-hot heat fill your cheeks for the second time this morning, as your eyes widened; now focused fully on the marble floor once again. 

    "Um, it's not... it's not like that. I don't know if you could tell but I was totally shitfaced last night and he saved me from making a massive fool of myself."

    "Uh-huh. Whatever you wanna tell yourself." She said with a giggle. "Well, you want to meet up and I can give you back your key?"

    "That'd be good, but I only have my dress from last night. Could you bring me --"

Joe waved a hand in front of your face and shook his head from side to side. He held up his pointer finger and walked to his open suitcase overflowing with wrinkled garments. He pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and raised his eyebrows.

    "Uh yeah, never mind. I'll just borrow something of Joe's. Could you meet me at my room?"

    "Yeah, see you there in what, like 10?"

    "Yup. Sure." You peeled the phone from your ear and set it on the black marble counter in the bathroom. Joe was already standing in front of you, arm out, holding the sweatpants. 

You grasped the elastic waist with your thumbs and allowed each leg to fully slide through until your foot had exited the elastic on the opposite end. You grabbed your phone and allowed it to fall into the pocket, making the hem of the pants slightly sag on that side.

Joe was still leaning against the door, with arms folded over each other this time. 

    "So, I feel like we probably need to talk." He took a step toward you. "Can I take you out for brunch maybe? What else have you got going on today?"

    "Um yeah. Yeah. That'd be good actually. I - " You let out a sigh. "I kinda feel like things are awkward right now." Your eyes wandered the room, looking anywhere but Joe's eyes, until finally you were caught and simply couldn't peel away from them. "And I don't want them to be."

    "Absolutely, and neither do I." He gathered your dress and draped it over the crook of his arm, and held the back straps of your shoes wrung around each of his two fingers. "Meet me in an hour in the lobby?"

You grabbed the shoes and dress, aligning them in the same fashion he'd done but on your own body. You nodded your head, as your lips curved into a smile. 

    "See you then." Joe slowly opened the door, allowing you to slip through. 

#joe #joseph #joseph quinn #joe quinn #eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #joe quinn fanfic #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn fluff

[pardi-real]

Tarot of Destiny / Chapter 12 - Foundation for Feelings

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Miyaji: "Apologies for the wait, my lord. How are you? I hope you're not tired, listening to everyone?"

> "I'm fine"

Miyaji: "Good to hear. If I could, I'd like to shorten the conversation and ease your burden... But looking at the card and reflecting on myself, words I want to convey to you overflow.  I'm usually not very talkative… so it's odd. Anyway, this is an important step to save you, so I'll do it properly. Is that okay with you?"

> "Yeah, understood"

Miyaji: "Great. Now, take a look at my tarot card. Mine is the 'Temperance' in ‘reverse’.  In essence, it means 'lack of self-control' or 'emotional.' It accurately describes me. At first glance, I might appear as a mature person, but... my lord, you know how my true self is different, right?

Especially... when it comes to Lucas. When it comes to him, I inevitably become emotional and decide to always ‘give him the cold shoulder’... Phew… Hearing it myself makes my ears hurt. But at least for now... I've realized that mistake. 

Being able to listen to Lucas' words and opening my heart again… it was none other than you, my lord, who gave me that opportunity. If it weren't for you... I would have lost my life… with lingering resentment between us. 

Not just me, but also Lato, Haures, Bastien, and many other comrades... Would have ended up bearing the despair of fierce battles and losing comrades… Sorry. My habit is to imagine the worst. But... that didn't become reality. Thanks to you being here... we've been spared from witnessing the worst outcomes.

Maybe... someone else has already told you, but... you’re not only important to me, but also to the people in this world. Thanks to you... this world has experienced positive changes. 

Thank you very much, my lord. I owe it to you, that I've come to cherish my own life. Thank you.”

> “Likewise, thank you"

Miyaji: "......It's strange. In front of you, my lord... I always end up talking a lot. I feel a familial warmth, and I think it's the same with Lato and Flure...  Maybe I'm... relying on you?"

> "Huh..."

Miyaji: "Oops. That was an unnecessary remark as a butler.  But this time, the purpose was to 'convey our feelings as they are.'  I'd appreciate it if you could overlook my slight slip of the tongue.  Phew... Thanks for hearing me talking for so long, my lord. Well then... I'll call Lato and Flure now."

~ A little while later ~

Lato: "Well… we managed to convey our feelings to the lord… but isn't it earlier than planned?"

Flure: "Yeah. The lord came to the Earth Temple sooner than expected too... Maybe everyone's being considerate and trying not to make the conversation too long.  It must be tough for you to listen to the stories from 17 people..."

> "It's not a problem"

Flure: "Fufu. Thank you for saying that. Now, we have the three butlers from the villa left... After hearing everyone's feelings... I hope we can find the answer to save you!"

Lato: "Don't worry. If we can't find the answer, we can create one ourselves. Let's break this cursed fate. With you, we can do it. Because you... released me from the curse shackling me."

Flure: "I-I don't really get it... but when you say that, it feels like we might work it out.  Anyway... If there's anything we can do to help, we'll do anything. Feel free to call me when you're in trouble! My lord!"

> "Thank you, Flure"

Lato: "Even when you're not in trouble, feel free to reach out to me, my lord."

> "Thank you, Lato"

Flure: "Ah! M-me too!"

Miyaji: "Heh… I feel like talking like this forever... but it seems Teddy is waiting outside… Should I go get him?"

Teddy: "Ah! Um…”

Click

Teddy: “S-sorry for interrupting… It seemed like you were in the middle of a conversation… Um... Have Prof. Miyaji and others finished talking?"

Miyaji: "Ah, yes. We've each expressed our feelings."

Teddy: "I see! That's good to hear.  Then, it's our turn, the three butlers from the villa.  My lord. Let me guide you to the 'Wind Temple' as the final one. It's a bit far… but it's a really wonderful place! I think you'll like it!"

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#tarot of destiny #aknk

[talisidekick]

The incel to trans pipeline is real, huh?

I ............. really wouldn't know. I'm not celibate, I lost my virginity at um ... well ... lets just say before 18 and if I choose not to have sex, it's 1000% voluntary because my DM's are overflowing with horny to the point I generally don't know what to do (like wtf, I'm flattered but holy fffffffffuuu-). I don't even have an OnlyFans and I've been solicited for sex multiple times ... by women mostly (say you're gay and a trans girl and holy shit). I have a partner I'm married to (I love you), a girlfriend (I love you too), and a Dom (Mistress, if I wasn't supposed to say anything, I'm sooooo sorry, please forgive me). So uh ... yeah!

I find this ask hilarious because I know it's trying to be insulting but ...

... this was me casually pre-HRT, and this fake improvisation of a man never once had a problem getting laid or getting shamelessly hit on, and this ...

... dumb moron of a girl that is me now is somehow min-maxing her dating pool options despite being very cozy with what she's got right now. Like, I could maybe do a one-night stand once I have the confidence in myself but ... I've been threatened to be left drooling in the sheets of some very aggressive lesbians, and more than a few enbies have uh ... shared some vivid descriptions of how wrecked I'd be if we hooked up, and am scared.

I recognize this is kind of flexing, but like ... I'm transitioning for myself, and fully expected my sex appeal to tank and my options to go down, not sky rocket up where I'm genuinely terrified. I'm only 2 and 1/2 years in, without FFS or SRS/GRS. The FUCK am I going to be dealing with in 5 years?!? Or post "the cutening" of FFS?!?!?! ... or post SRS/GRS?!?!

So like, fuck you, but also ... fuck me, what is even happening right now?!

#talisidekick #talisidekick things #talisidekicks asks #transgender #trans #lgbt+ #lgbtq+ #lgbtqia+ #2slgbtqia+ #mtf #2slgbtqia #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbt #not really trying to flex as this is more a vent and I'm surprised as fuck

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Banished (2)

You asked, I delivered. Ish. There will be three parts to this, but I wanted to split them because I have an attention span of a goldfish. The previous part can be found HERE.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Eddie Munson's mind is racing. That isn't unusual for him, his brain is basically a race track, but instead of overflowing with ideas for campaigns or songs, he's basically having a breakdown if he ever had one. What a joke, he thinks to himself, you get accused of several murders, get torn to shreds by bats from another dimension, die and come back, but that's just okay while a dinner with Karen Wheeler sends you spiraling? You moron.

The dinner is only tomorrow, he still has plenty of time, but he can't sleep, can't rest, can't do anything and before he knows it, he's knocking on Steve's door. He curses himself for not checking the time when an obviously sleepy (and shirtless. Why is he always shirtless?!) Steve opens the door, only an inch, and peers outside. "Eddie? What's wrong?" He swings the door fully open and Eddie can hear the clang of his signature spiked bat as Steve lets it fall on the ground. That's going to damage the floor, Eddie thinks. And then he remembers that the Harringtons haven't even checked if their son is alive after the earthquake and his mind adds, good. Maybe I should drop it again. From the staircase. Twice.

Eddie's eyes dart to the side, anywhere but Steve's bare chest. One crisis at a time, thank you. "Harrington. I mean...shit. Hi Steve. Can I...can I come in?" Noticing Steve's stunned silence, he quickly adds: "I swear this isn't one of the world ending things. It's mundane, really. But I didn't know where else to go, so..." he points vaguely at himself, "here I am, I guess. I'm also sorry for waking you up, shit, should have said that first. Really sorry."

Steve gives a humorless laugh and steps to the side, letting Eddie in. "Yeah, nothing to be sorry for. Being tired and actually sleeping seem to be two completely different things." Eddie kicks off his shoes and Steve points him to the kitchen. "You want something to drink?"

Eddie wonders if maybe a shot, two or half a bottle of vodka would do the trick. If it would get him to calm down. Probably not. "Um..." he croaks out, "no. No thanks, I...drank. Before I came here. Like, not alcohol. Coke. Not...that kind of coke. Jesus H Christ," he rubs his forehead and closes his eyes. It's becoming more and more obvious that tomorrow is going to be a disaster.

Steve just leans against the kitchen door frame and blinks, confused. "...you okay Eddie?"

"Yes. Possibly. Depends." He takes a deep breath and finally looks at Steve properly. The chest hair isn't helping his mental stability and this time, he doesn't have a good excuse to throw any clothing at him. "I...look. The whole banished thing is getting kind of old and it seems Wheeler's mom seems to agree and...she invited me over, which I know you know, I don't know why I'm telling you since you were the one who made that miracle happen, but I...I have a slight problem."

The pretty face in front of him scrunched into a confused frown. "Don't you...want to go?"

Eddie throws up his hands and it takes him some serious self-discipline not to rub his fingers between Steve's eyebrows to make that frown disappear. "Oh no, nonono. I mean yes. I want to go. So much. But um...I...shit, this is going to sound absolutely ridiculous and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I don't want to fuck this up, okay? I can't afford to fuck this up." There, he said it. Eddie never wanted to be emotionally invested in anything or anyone that could hurt him, always placing his personal integrity - hobbies, aesthetics, beliefs - over impressing other people, but here he is, admitting to Steve Harrington of all people that he found something worth changing his approach. "So for the first time in my life, I want to...make a good impression. But," he sighs, tugs a strand of his hair in front of his mouth, "with the whole end of the world thing, all of my clothes are gone. Like, melted. Burned. I didn't have much of a presentable wardrobe even before, but now..."

Steve sucks in a breath. "Oh."

Eddie nods and drops his eyes to the floor again. This is starting to feel like a really bad idea. "Yeah, so I know this is weird as hell and you're well within your rights to tell me to fuck off, but-"

But then Steve is grabbing his wrist, pulling him upstairs. "Come on," he interrupts his rambling and Eddie's chest squeezes impossibly tight around his self-proclaimed cynical heart at the kindness in his voice, "let's see if I can find something that fits you."

...

Eddie ends up spending the night. Not in the way he would have liked, but Steve is off work the next day and he insists on perfecting everything - "it's absolutely not that I'm not into your look, I mean...you know what I mean, but I want you to feel calm, man. Parents can be terrifying, but Karen - Mrs. Wheeler - is a good person. And you need to sleep to entertain those little shits the way they expect, otherwise they'll eat both of us alive." So they go through Steve's wardrobe, find some older pieces (still better than anything Eddie's ever owned) that he used to wear before his shoulders and thighs decided to do the thing that has Eddie secretly salivating.

Steve also brings in his hair salon supplies, as Eddie jokingly calls them, and helps brush Eddie's unruly locks into a simple low ponytail. Eddie doesn't let anyone touch his hair, the gesture is too intimate, but he can't find a good excuse to say no and the experience ends up being...pleasant. And he isn't going to follow that thought because it leads to hell. Not the religious one, fuck that, but hell of unrequited feelings, awkwardness and pity.

The end result has Eddie feeling...mixed. He looks at himself in the mirror, a simple dark polo, still slightly larger, but it might be seen as an intent, tucked into non-torn jeans. His hair is still fluffy, but looks more put together. He looks put together. He stares at his reflection and thinks is this what I would have looked like if I was normal? Would I have a normal job, a diploma, all that shit? His eyes slightly shift to Steve's reflection, looking at him tired but proud, and his brain unhelpfully adds: Would I be Steve's type then? Stupid.

He turns to Steve and gestures at the polo. "Not bad, huh? Who knew I could pull off the King Steve look?"

Steve laughs out loud, throws his head back. "Give yourself more credit, man, you don't look like that much of a douchebag. Suits you, though. If you ever feel like going for something more daring."

"Daring," Eddie rolls that word on his tongue, trying to sound offended but failing. "Daring my ass, Harrington! Don't think for a moment your polos trump the whole my-daughter-or-son-can-never-bring-this-guy-home look."

Steve produces an undignified snort, but holds Eddie's eyes. "Well, maybe you just need to date someone whose parents are never home," the asshole shrugs as Eddie nearly self-combusts.

"Oh." Quickly, say something not creepy. "Good thing I know someone like that then." Fuck. 

They stare at each other for long seconds and Eddie notices Steve is actually blushing, the master of flirting suddenly has the most beautiful pink hue spreading from his face to his - still bare, goddammit Harrington! - chest, but he doesn't look uncomfortable. Eddie wants to pour a gallon of water on the tiny flame of hope that sparked in his chest, but apparently stupid is his new way of life.

And Steve isn't fucking helping. He runs fingers through his hair again, not distracting at all, and smiles sheepishly at Eddie. "Well, you should go for them." Them, not her. Oh.

Eddie, feeling brave and still very, very stupid, smiles and attempts to tug another strand of hair in front of his face, but the ponytails there and he feels incredibly exposed. "I think I will," he tells Steve, tucking his hands into the back pockets of his - Steve's - jeans. "I just need to deal with this whole banished thing and if it goes well, I'll ask them out. Maybe for coffee. Coffee is a good first date idea, no?"

Steve nods. "Yeah. I can't imagine them not liking coffee."

"Good."

There is a comfortable silence between them now. Eddie wonders if he's dreaming, if his brain made up this whole conversation, but he can't imagine a single dream of his where he'd end up wearing Steve's polo shirts. Or maybe...nope, still not going there.

He yawns and waves his hand in front of his mouth. "Sorry," he says and then bursts out laughing when Steve yawns too. "Contagious, isn't it?"

"Yep." Steve looks at his bed, the only clean island in the sea of piles of clothes. "Do you snore, Munson?"

Eddie snorts and wiggles a finger at Steve. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

Part 3 will be up eventually, I already have it sort of planned. Tagging the folks who mentioned they'd like a continuation, sorry if that's *clears throat for the best Max impression* presumptuous of me.

@subparwritersuperbreblogger, @gay-stranger-things and two others who I can't tag for the life of me, I'll just respond to your comments!

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Kicho's Main Story Chapter 8 Part 2

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Unable to stop Kicho, I was left in the cabin, the slight sound of his footsteps getting further and further away.

Subordinate 1: "Wait here. We'll call you back when we get the boat ready."

Mai: "No, it's okay. More importantly, I need to talk to Kicho."

Subordinate 2: "We can't let you do that. That would go against his orders."

Subordinate 2: "Don't worry, you'll be safe on the ship. Lord Kicho will definitely come back."

Mai: "Are you sure about that?"

Mai: "Riots are going on all over the place right now, so he might get caught in it."

Mai: "I don't think there is any safety or guarantee in this situation."

(People will continue to get hurt because of his actions, and he'll suffer even more by indirectly taking people's lives.)

(I wanted to stop him, but I failed. I’m so useless.)

Subordinate 1: "Relax. He'll be fine."

Subordinate 2: "He’s right. You need to follow his orders if you don't want to slow him down."

Subordinate 2: "Anyway, just be quiet for a minute."

With these words, Kicho's men left, leaving me alone on the floor.

(What was the right thing to tell him?)

(My heart is overflowing with feelings for him, but they remain stuck in the back of my throat, unable to come out as words.)

I was left with nothing but regrets.

Changing the present could change the future, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t change the past.

(What the hell should I do now?)

Mai: “----!”

(This feeling again!?)

My vision wavered, and the back of my throat tightened, making it hard for me to breathe.

(This is bad. I’m starting to faint again.)

At that moment, I felt as if I had felt the presence of rain on my skin.

???: “...ey…”

(Whose voice is that?)

???: “Hey…is…”

(Is he talking to me?)

(Then I have to open my eyes.)

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a dark room.

Mai: “Huh!?”

It was only after I hurriedly sat up and looked around that I realized it was just a regular Japanese-style room.

(What’s with this dark and small room?)

(Did I get transported here while I was passed out?)

Come to think of it, they were talking about taking me inside the ship, but it looked like they took me to a weird room.

(I can’t see well. It looks like my eyes still haven’t adjusted. I wonder if there’s anything I could use to light the place up.)

When I got up and tried to explore the room一

???: “Hey, big sis.”

Mai: "Kyaah!?"

When I turned my head, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest when I saw a kid sitting, clutching his knees in the back of the room.

???: "What on earth are you doing?"

Mai: "U-Um..."

(Why is there a kid here?)

Mai: "It's dark, so I thought I'd look for a lamp. More importantly, who are you?"

Nohime: "I'm Nohime."

Mai: "Nohime!?"

I could hardly believe my ears.

(I think that's Kicho's sister's name.)

(I heard she's already dead, but this kid looks very young.)

The girl, who introduced herself as "Nohime," was dressed in a beautiful kimono and had a thin line of rouge on her lips.

Her face was young but strikingly beautiful, and her hazel-green eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

(Her eyes look so strong.)

(I've never met Nohime herself, but一)

Mai: "Kicho?"

Nohime: "----!"

Nohime sprung to her feet in response to my mumbling.

Nohime: "What did you just say?"

(Oh, I see. They're siblings, so of course, she knows about him, too.)

Mai: "I said, Kicho. He's your twin brother, right?"

Nohime: “Yes, but how could you know that when it’s supposed to be a secret inside this castle?”

Mai: “Well, for various reasons.”

Nohime: “I see. Then you’re here for me?”

Mai: “Huh?”

Suddenly, Nohime’s voice lowered, and her tone became more piercing.

(Did she just say “me”?)

Mai: “Are you Kicho, not Nohime?”

Kicho: “You came here knowing that, didn’t you? Someone must have ordered you to come here.”

Mai: “No. I just woke up and found myself here.”

Mai: “And the Kicho I know is much older and more mature.”

Kicho: “.............”

(What should I do? He’s being extremely cautious.)

I sat upright so as not to look suspicious and accepted his gaze as he stared at me intently.

(Let’s get things straight first.)

(There’s no doubt that this person is Kicho.)

I normally wouldn’t believe this sort of thing, but I’ve experienced time slipping once.

If I was to guess, a wormhole probably appeared and transported me back to the past.

(Sasuke told me that he disappeared, so it’s a pretty unreasonable assumption, but it all makes sense.)

(Though, if I suddenly start talking about the future here, I’ll probably lose even more credibility.)

Mai: “Um, Kicho?”

Kicho: “What?”

Mai: “I’m not a suspicious person.”

Mai: “I just want to repay your relative who helped me before. That's why I came here to ask the people of this castle if I can take care of you.”

Kicho: “What you said earlier is different.”

Mai: “That’s because I just woke up. My memory was a little fuzzy.”

Mai: “Anyway, I’m not lying to you, so please trust me.”

Keeping my back straight, I looked straight into his eyes.

(The room is small, dark, and lonely, just like he told me.)

(Now that I’ve traveled back here, I’d like to at least be there for him and do what I can to help.)

Kicho: *sigh*

He sighed and sat down.

Kicho: “Okay.”

Mai: "Do you believe me?"

Kicho: "I don't believe you. But you won't kill me because you wouldn't sleep openly in this room."

Mai: "Yup, that's right!"

(Good thing I was out cold.)

I almost collapsed in my seat as I felt relieved from the bottom of my heart.

Mai: "Anyway, it's already late, so why don't you go to sleep?"

Mai: "Sleep is important. They say a child who sleeps grows up."

Kicho: "............"

Mai: "Or maybe you're having trouble sleeping? Shall I sing you a lullaby then?"

Kicho: "It's morning now."

Mai: "Wait, morning?"

Mai: "Sorry. It's so dark. I thought it was already evening!"

Kicho: "............"

(Crap, he's being cautious again!)

This is how I ended up spending time with a kid with zero trust in me.

Mai: "O-sen-be-ya-ke-ta-ka-na?"

Mai: "Oh, it's you again. Please turn your hand over."

Kicho: "Sure."

Mai: "Okay, I'll go next. O-sen-be-ya一"

Kicho: "Hey. What's this for?"

[TN: This is a Japanese game.]

Mai: "What do you mean what's this for? It's for fun. The two hands we are holding out together like this are all rice crackers."

Mai: "While singing "O-sen-be-ya-ke-ta-ka-na," I'll count by tapping the backs of our hands, in turn, with my other hand."

Mai: "If I stop counting at na, the rice cracker is baked on one side, so turn your hand over (palm up). If the second na stop at it again, the rice crackers are baked on both sides."

Mai: "The first person whose rice crackers are baked in both hands wins."

Kicho: "With a rule like that, you can usually tell who wins and loses by which move they start."

Mai: "Oh, right."

Kicho: "Is this game played by two people?"

Mai: "No, I don't think so."

(He's clever even as a kid.)

Mai: "This hand game is no good. What else is there to do?"

I wanted to enjoy something together to close the distance between our hearts, but the only thing in the room was the bare minimum of furniture and books.

(The only other things I can think of are rock-paper-scissors and 10,000 feet in the Alps.)

(But we can't do that forever.)

Scratching my head, I saw him withdraw his hands and take a book near him.

Kicho: "You don't have to be so concerned. I'm used to spending time alone."

Mai: "Okay. Then I'll be quiet not to disturb your reading."

After a few hours, the food is brought into the room, and I watch him and the maid as I hide in the shadows.

Kicho: "..........."

Maid: "..........."

(Even when he has the opportunity to interact with people, he doesn't talk at all.)

The maid quickly finished serving the meal and left the room without saying a single word.

(Phew, I'm glad I didn't get caught.)

Kicho: "You, doesn't your job as a caretaker include preparing meals?"

Mai: "I'm still in training, so I'm not allowed to do that yet."

Kicho: "Why were you hiding then?"

Mai: "That maid is my senior. I was hiding because I didn’t want to bother her."

Kicho pointed to the bowl for some reason.

Kicho: “If you were going to poison me, now’s the time to do it.”

Mai: “I wouldn’t do that!”

Mai: “If you’re so wary, why didn’t you tell the maid earlier?”

Kicho: “That’s...”

He started saying something, then suddenly stopped, looked away from me, and began to eat.

(I wonder what he was going to say.)

I was curious, but was in no mood to ask.

(I couldn’t do anything for him, even though I’m right here.)

(I mean, it’s impossible to help him if we’re just in the same room.)

Kicho: “Ugh...”

Mai: “!”

He suddenly dropped the bowl he was holding in his hand.

(Could it be poison!?)

I rushed over to him, rubbed his little back, and looked into his face.

Mai: “Are you okay? I’ll call someone.”

Kicho: “It’s nothing. I just got dizzy.”

Mai: “Still, I’ll call someone just in case. If something happens to you, it’ll be too late.”

Mai: “If something happens to you, I...”

Kicho: “............”

He grabbed my sleeve to hold me back as I tried to get up.

Kicho: “Stay here.”

Kicho: “You’re the caretaker. That’s all I need.”

Mai: “I understand. But if it keeps getting worse, I’ll call someone.”

I tucked him under the covers and put my hand on his forehead.

(He seems to have a slight fever. I’m still worried even if he says it’s nothing.)

As I watched him, his thinly lidded eyes turned to me.

Kicho: “I caught a cold the other day. Maybe it’s just a relapse.”

Mai: “Then, it would’ve been better if you had told them.”

Kicho: “It’s useless. No one will come unless it’s something serious.”

Kicho: “Besides, I don’t want to make a fuss and have someone else find out I exist.”

(Right. Kicho lives as Nohime.)

(Though, I can’t believe he would put up with being sick all by himself at such a young age.)

It was painful to watch him give up help from those around him like it was normal.

Kicho: “By the way, what were you going to say earlier?”

Mai: “Earlier?”

Kicho: “If something happens to me, what will happen to you?”

Mai: “Oh, you mean that? I wonder what.”

Kicho: “You said it yourself, yet you don’t know?”

Mai: “Yup, but I can tell you one thing一I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Mai: “I feel so sad that I can’t even imagine what would happen to you.”

Kicho: “Why are you sad that something is happening to me?”

Mai: “Easy. Because I care about you.”

Mai: "I can't tell you about the details, so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't pry."

Kicho: "Okay. Then, that's enough."

When he said all that, he turned away from me and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes a little bit teary because of the fever.

Mai: "Um, Kicho?"

Mai: "I’ll stay by your side tonight, so please don't worry."

Kicho: "Worry?"

Mai: "You feel more anxious when you're sick."

Mai: "I know you don't trust me yet, but if it's okay with you, I'll be by your side."

Kicho: ".............."

Kicho stared at me for a moment, then pulled his hand out of the covers.

Kicho: "If you hold my hand, I'll know you're here."

Kicho: "That's the only thing I can trust."

(Kicho...)

Mai: "I understand. Then..."

I lightly squeezed his small hand, and he squeezed it back slightly.

That alone spread warmth in my chest.

(I wish I could stay like this forever.)

(Hm?)

Before I knew it, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Mai: "Good night. Kicho."

(Oh...)

After a few hours, his eyelids trembled, and his eyes slowly opened.

Mai: “Good morning. You look much better.”

Mai: “Do you feel any discomfort in any part of your body? Throat, joints...”

Kicho: “No, I’m fine.”

He shook his head and stared at me curiously.

Kicho: “Have you been awake the whole time?”

Mai: “Your condition may suddenly change, so, yeah.”

Mai: “I’m glad to hear you’re feeling better.”

Kicho: “Yeah.”

Mai: “I’ll help you get ready.”

I stood up and pulled out a change of clothes I had found during the night.

Mai: “Here you go. You can change your clothes. I’ll keep my back to you.”

Mai: “You were sweating a lot, so you will get cold if you stay like that.”

Kicho: “Okay.”

I turned to the other side and immediately heard a shuffling sound.

The sound didn’t stop at all, showing how adept he was at this.

Kicho: “I’m done.”

Mai: “Good. Well then, I’ll leave your kimono near the doorway, along with last night’s meal.”

Kicho: “I can do that much by myself.”

Mai: “No, you can’t. You’re sick.”

I quickly carried it and then sat down in front of him with the rouge that was next to his kimono.

Mai: "Most of the rouge has fallen off. Do you want me to give you another one?"

Kicho: "Of course. You never know when someone might see me."

Mai: "Okay. Then, I’ll do it."

Kicho: "You?"

He tilted his head curiously and lifted his chin.

(I guess this means it's okay?)

I put some rouge on the tip of the brush and carefully brushed it on his lips.

(This room was thoroughly furnished only with things a girl would have to hide his presence.)

(But it's also something that keeps him alive.)

Mai: "Done."

Kicho: "You drew it so carefully."

Mai: "You did this for me before, so this is my way of repaying it."

Mai: "I also did it while showing how important you are."

Kicho: "I don't understand. You and I just met yesterday."

Mai: "Hehe, you did, didn't you?"

Giggling, I got up to put the rouge away when一

Clack!

(Oh, it looks like someone is outside the room. I wonder if the maid is here to serve the meal.)

Not wanting to be seen, I hurriedly hid in the shadows.

Soon I heard the sound of a lock being removed. After that, the door opened, and a large man entered.

(Huh?)

The moment I saw Kicho's face tense up, alarm bells went ringing in my head.

(Could it be that this guy is...?)

Man: "As I thought, one of the twins survived."

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Honey! Where's my Headcanons? Honey where is my Headcanons! (I pray that people get that reference...)

First Headcanon, (slightly also a Lauren Headcanon... but..) I like to imagine Lauren and Honey were friends in high school (I also imagine Lauren was friends with Casey in high school but Honey & Casey didn't actually meet until further down the line...)

Second Headcanon, Honey is a very patient person which is why they didn't mind taking things a bit slow with Casey.... (they also are quite calm but um... you'll see why in a bit...)

Third Headcanon, I don't know why but I imagine Honey's family was rich but not extremely rich... like rich enough that Honey's parents could afford them dance lessons specifically ballet (which is why they know how to dance...)

Fourth Headcanon, (this is connected to the last Headcanon.... but..) Honey's family was the kind of people who kinda let the money go to their heads and they kinda becames snobs (except for honey) and also Honey's family didn't have the best control of their tempers sooo there was quite a lot of yelling mostly directed at Honey (didn't help that back then Honey was almost as anxious and nervous as Casey so they ended up kinda locking away certain emotions even after moving out and that's why they're so calm.... jeez that got depressing....)

Fifth Headcanon, (this is a more light hearted one.. i promise...) Because of Casey (and Because Lauren practically begged Honey to) Honey's home now has a bunch of plants (I imagine Honey has a actual home while Casey & Lauren shared a apartment which means Honey has more space and Lauren asked Honey to take some of Casey's plants since the apartment is practically overflowing with them...)

Sixth Headcanon, I don't know why but I imagine Honey really likes cinnamon (also pumpkin pie too....actually scratch that, they like all the sweets and they have a massive sweet tooth.....maybe in the future when Sweets possibly opens up their dream bakery, Honey can be one of their first customers....I think Honey & Sweets would get along...)

Seventh Headcanon, (I don't think Honey's job has been mentioned (yet) sooo...) I like to imagine Honey works as a author... they aren't super well known (yet) but they have written quite a bit... (now I'm just thinking that Ellis, Gem & Honey would possibly get along... maybe a few of Honey's books have ended up in Ellis's bookstore....)

Eighth Headcanon, (I don't know why... but..) I like to imagine Honey has a ginger cat (who I have dubbed "Cheese/Cheese Puff" and he is very fluffy and poofy.... also round like a cheese puff...)

Ninth Headcanon, (slightly inspired by one of my Casey's Headcanons... but..) I like to imagine Honey has tried to come up with their nickname for Casey but 1. They aren't very good at nicknames and 2. When they try to use nicknames like love,baby, babe and etc.. it causes Casey to get very flustered (I believe that's the word...) so Honey doesn't really have a nickname for Casey though they occasionally call him something flower related like Rose or Petal...

Tenth Headcanon, (totally not based off my own opinions... but..) I like to imagine Honey really likes the movie "Howl's Moving Castle" (plus other movies made by Studio Ghibli... I believe I spelled that right...)

Bonus Headcanon, (a bit of a future headcanon techically... but..) When Honey eventually opens up a bit more and lets loose more of the emotions they have locked away, I totally see them becoming more anxious and nervous... and as a way to fidget/stim Honey will either write or paint... (I imagine they even gave Casey a painting once though it was a small painting...)

#reverie audios #Honey #Slight Casey #Tiny bit of Lauren #I love that I got to make a reference using Honey's name #Also the mental image of a apartment overflowing with plants is hilarious XD

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Rouge & Ruby: February's Situation - 6

Writer: Umeda Chitose

Season: Winter

Characters: Hiyori, Nagisa, Ibara, Jun

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: Mirei (Adam) & hyenahunt (Eve)

Ibara: I'm unfamiliar with this so-called "love-filled" and "tender" Valentine's you speak of.

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Hiyori: (....Wow. Who'd have thought Jun-kun would actually speak up and object like that?)

Nagisa: (…It's quite the rare twist, isn't it? ...No, this might be the first time ever.)

Hiyori: (I'll watch how things unfold. I'm curious to see how Ibara will react...)

Ibara: … About that, as I have already explained, I cannot ignore, much less disregard, their wishes.

Jun: I get that. I mean, if you seemed fine with it, I wouldn't be saying anything.

I'm not the sharpest guy here, but I'm pretty sure I understood the situation as you explained.

But even though you're supposed to be in with those jerks, you're here complaining all about it, aren'tcha?

And you were so fired up for Chocolat Fes, too...

If you extend your plans to involve COMP all for the sake of sucking up to the higher-ups and their greed, then that shit'll blow up in your face if it goes wrong, not theirs.

Ibara: … This is simply part of my duty as vice president.

Jun: Like Ohii-san said, we've already finished our job for COMP by shooting that promotional video.

I may not know much 'bout project planning and scheduling... but I mean, I'm sure there'll be other chances to use up the remaining budget.

Wouldn't it be nice to just sincerely convey our love to all our fans, at least for Valentine's Day?

Ibara, you put so much thought and effort into Chocolat Fes, and we'd give it our all for that.

Jun: If we do that, then Eden's performance is gonna be something great. In fact, it'll be straight-up incredible.

And if we manage an incredible performance, then it'll naturally have a positive impact on things, I think...

And so, um...

Ibara: …

Jun: When you first started planning for Chocolat Fes, you didn't take COMP's extra budget into account, right?

And now they wanna use that budget to make a good impression of CosPro-affiliated schools, and on top of that, they put you in charge of the plan for it, too.

Honestly, don'tcha think that's kinda screwed up?

Ibara: … Watch your words. It will do you no good to make blatant remarks against the executives.

Jun: I already checked to make sure no one's around.

But I mean, a plan that ends up happening 'cause of cash alone... Well, the one making that plan happen will be you, but...

I dunno, it seems kinda like a selfish cash-grab on their part to me...

Jun & Ibara: ….

Nagisa: (… Jun seems like he has a lot to say. He's really trying his best to articulate himself.)

Hiyori: (But he's tripping up because he's trying to talk before gathering his thoughts.)

(Plus, he's trying to be nice and not talk poorly of Ibara's choices... it's tantalizing to watch...)

(...That's getting across to Ibara too, I'm sure. His replies are much more hesitant compared to his usual tone.)

Jun: ...I understand that there's a lot of conditions and compromises I don't know about.

But I know about what you've told us, Ibara. Some of it's got a competitive aspect to it as always, but I trust in your way of doing things when it comes to that, so I think it's fine and all...

So I don't wanna have anything related to COMP throwing a wrench in that, at least this time 'round.

Jun: What I'm saying is — if it's gonna stress you out so much to try to shove it in, let's just win this thing with your own plan and our own abilities.

And I mean... I feel like Valentine's Day is usually a tender event, meant to be filled with love.

So y'know, there's no place for any kinda scheming in that. That's what I think, anyway.

Ibara: Overflowing with love…?

Ibara: (Valentine's, to me, is a war of business—a competition. It's the time for the sweets companies to fight each other — It is a brutal conflict in which manufacturers vie for domination.)

(I fail to see the connection to this event described as "tender and filled with love".)

(Perhaps I've had more chances to speak of fondness and friendship lately, but those emotions remain incomprehensible to me. And for you... to say that to me…)

… How annoying.

Jun: Huh? What'd you say?

Ibara: I'm unfamiliar with this so-called "love-filled" and "tender" Valentine's you speak of.

Rather than wasting time trying to understand, it's much faster and easier to use the money wisely to impress those executives and ES.

Jun: But I'm saying—

Ibara: .. However, your opinion has been heard. We can hardly call this plan complete if it cannot even convince you, Jun.

It won't do any good to either of us if we continue the debate now — please give me some time.

Ibara: I'll contact you later... Excuse me.

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KDJ x M!OC[platonic oneshot]

Dokja was 11 years old now. The funeral for his father was ongoing.

His mother, arrested for the murder of said father. Dokja cried continously that his eyes became puffy. Adults and children alike that came to the funeral to say their condolences but didn't approach the crying boy.

'You don't have to approach me, it's okay. It's normal to be sad at a funeral.' His face is full of snot and tears - he looks like a complete mess. 'I'm not special or anything. It's fine if you don't come over to talk to me.' He stands alone, no one approaches him. He is completely invisible to everyone in the room. Not a single soul acknowledges that he exists, as he is alone - sitting by himself, his heart heavy, his eyes reddened from tears. He is just an insignificant speck.

Then, an unknown man took Dokja into his arms, hugging him, in an attempt to comfort the child. Dokja didn't know who the man was, but he held the man and cried in his embrace. Dokja continued to cry even after the funeral ended, unable to calm down. He cried himself to sleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night.

'I want to be with Mama... I want her to hug me, like I hugged that man...' He felt miserable and sad in the darkness, as he missed the warmth of another person. The coldness of his room made the lack of his mom's comforting presence all the more apparent.

The following day, a knock, alongside multiple voices, came from Dokja's door. He opens the door to find the man from the day before. Now that he wasn't crying, he took a good look at the man's features.

The man had shiny blonde hair, into an undercut and a man bun, with multiple colors dyed into the tips of his hair. His eyes looked to be made of magic, as his long lashes highlighted his eyes.

The man also had a cresent moon tattoo on his left cheek and two piercings each on his ears and his bottom lip, of which he used to smile warmly at Dokja. Dokja was so distracted that he forgot to ask why the man came to his home.

"Um, hello again..." Dokja says awkwardly, uncertain how to act in this situation. ... "Why are you here?" A new voice answered him, this time, from a lady beside the man from before. "Hello Kim Dokja. From now on, this man will be your foster parent until you come of age." The lady pats Dokja's back to usher him to approach the smiling man.

'Foster parent...?' Dokja looks confused and surprised by the news, his expression doesn't show what he really feels; he goes towards the man uncertainly, but also relieved that he now has some kind of "family", even if they are nothing more than strangers.

The smiling man kneels in front of Dokja. "Hello there.. I'm Cileste Lunear.. I'm a good friend of your mother's, so she handed you in my care." The smiling man said, brushing Dokja's hair. 'Cileste Lunear...?' Dokja seems puzzled by his strange, foreign mame, but he doesn't say anything else; he lets the man comb his hair, trying not to give any reaction, as he is not sure how to behave in this situation; he is relieved that he will now have a "family", even if it is only temporary, or if he doesn't know them well.

"Now that you're my son, you can call me Papa or Father! And your new name will be Kim-Lunear Dokja. You can get rid of it if you want to once you become an adult, but I'll promise to take good care of you." 'P-papa...? Father...?' Dokja's expression shows surprise, shock and sadness, as he is confused and doesn't know how to respond to all this sudden change; he feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and he lets his emotions overflow, as tears well up in his eyes. He hugs his new father tightly, as he finally finds someone he can be vulnerable with, and starts to sob into his shoulder. Cileste lifts Dokja and hugs him, patting his back for comfort. He didn't attempt to hush Dokja to submission like other adults. He let him cry to his heart's content. And he did just that. He let Dokja cry until he fell asleep, hugging and clutching Cileste's clothes. Dokja slept soundly during the entire night, as if for the first time in ages; everything that troubled his mind before vanished. He felt safe and calm for the first time in his life, no longer needing to worry about the world all alone; Cileste made everything better.

From that night on, Dokja's life changed drastically; he was able to receive the love, care and attention, that he had been lacking his entire life. He was finally able to understand what "family" really meant. As the days and months go by, Dokja became comfortable to calling Cileste Papa, and Cileste fits the paternal role perfectly. The two occasionally visits Dokja's mother, and with the mediation of Cileste, the negative feelings between them mostly disappeared.

Dokja quickly starts to adjust to his new life, happy to finally have a family who cares about him. He loves his new father, Cileste, dearly, and does his best to make him proud. He also visits his mother, and although the relationship between them is still awkward at times, it no longer causes the same level of tension and animosity that it used to. Overall, Dokja is happy, content and fulfilled to finally be part of a family, even if he still has some issues to resolve, and some trauma to overcome from his past.

Years go by and Dokja is now in high school. After being adopted by Cileste, he learned that he was really rich, so Dokja was enrolled in a private academy. Dokja's smarts also played a role in the immediate acceptance of the academy. As for Cileste, many people assumed that Dokja and him were friends or brothers due to how young he looked, so he grew a beard for people to know that he's Dokja's father.

Dokja grew up to be a smart, kind and friendly student, much more outgoing and well-liked around the classroom than he used to be; he became popular and gained a lot of new friends and peers, as he is no longer the awkward loner that he used to be, but rather a well-rounded individual, full of potential. Cileste still takes good care of Dokja, making sure to give him all the love and support he needs; he is a kind, fair and loving father, that will always protect Dokja, no matter what.

One day, on his 13th birthday, Cileste randomly recommended Dokja to read a novel that he found on the internet, and thought that Dokja would like it. The novel was titled 'Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse'. Dokja fell in love with the novel.

"Wow! What an amazing novel!" Dokja says excitedly, as he talks about how much he enjoyed the book. The main character is really smart and brave, and I love how the story is full of twists and turns, yet it still manages to come together in the end in such a satisfying way. Dokja talks about the story and his favorite characters with great enthusiasm; he is clearly passionate about the novel and its characters, and he is just so excited and engaged in the conversation that he seems to forget about the world around him. As Dokja fell in love further with the novel, he shared his passion with his foster father, and on occasion, his mother. His eyes sparkle at the mention of TWSA and can go on a rant on how amazing it is for so long.

Dokja's energy and enthusiasm is infectious; he makes everyone around him feel good, and his passion for TWSA and his admiration for the protagonist is so strong that everyone feels compelled to listen to him. Cileste, in particular, is delighted to see Dokja so engaged and passionate; he loves to hear his son talk about TWSA, and he always listens with interest, and with a wide smile on his face. Dokja is not only a good student, but he is also a great son, and he makes his family incredibly proud.

More years go by and Dokja graduated at the top of his class. This event made Cileste cry tears of joy. He made sure to take pictures of Dokja to give to show to his mother when they visit. Dokja's graduation marks a major milestone in his life, and he is extremely happy and proud of his accomplishments; his relationship with his mother and father is strong, and their love and support for him is unwavering. He is ready to start a new chapter in his life, and he looks forward to the future with excitement and optimism, knowing that he will always be supported by his family.

Dokja finds a job as to not rely on Cileste's money too much but still lives with him for the sake of familial comfort He talks about his days at work and how he befriened a girl co-worker named Yoo Sangah.

Dokja has grown up to be a compassionate, kind and intelligent young man, with a warm and friendly personality; he is always willing to help others, and he is also quite popular with the people around him. He has made a lot of new friends, like Yoo Sangah, who he gets along with very well; they often hang out together after work, and they share a lot of similarities and interests.

Dokja is happy and fulfilled with his life, and he is grateful for all the people and opportunities he has been given. One day, as Sangah and Dokja commute in a train, Dokja receives the final chapter of TWSA, at time 18:58.

"OH MY GOD! I can't believe it, the novel is ending already - I've been following it for years, and now... I don't know what to do with myself!" Dokja is full of energy and enthusiasm, as he talks about the final chapter in front of Sangah, who listens patiently and with interest. Dokja also talks about his favorite characters in the final chapter, and the events that take place; he talks with such passion and interest that Sangah can't help but smile and feel happy for him, as it's clear how much the novel means to Dokja.

18:59 "OH! THE END?! THAT WAS SO EPIC! What an amazing ending to an already amazing novel! I'm so glad I stuck with it till the end!" Dokja is now overflowing with energy and excitement, as he jumps up and down im his seat, and he starts praising and talking about the novel like crazy; he sounds like a small child that just received a big present, as he is just so excited and happy. Sangah can't help but laugh at Dokja's extreme reaction, as she has never seen him like this before; it's clear the novel is very special to him.

19:00. The train shook violently. People swayed and nearly injured. Many thought it was just a misfortunate earthquake but Dokja subconsiously remembered the first chapter of TWSA. It started in train cabin 3707. Dokja was in 3807. He prayed silently that Cileste was safe at home as Sangah held onto Dokja for safety.

"Oh my God..." Dokja utters under breath, his face turning pale with fear and anxiety. "What is happening!?" Dokja lets Sangah hold on even tighter, as he tries to calm himself down, but he can't keep his nerves in check, and he starts panicking. "Are we going to be okay?! Please tell me that everything will be okay!" Sangah panics beside him. His thoughts run wild in his head, as he worries for himself, Sangah and Cileste; his voice is filled with desperation and fear.

"What just happened? Why did the train shake like that?" Dokja looks confused, and it takes a moment for him to piece everything together; it quickly becomes clear that it is a very serious situation. "Oh no..." Dokja grabs on to Sangah tightly, as he realizes just how dangerous the situation is; he is scared and nervous, but he tries to stay calm and think of a way that he and Sangah can get through this situation and survive.

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Lmao this was the story I made with character ai of KDJ💀 I had to edit so many lines so it looks passable

#omniscent reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #yoo sangah #kimcom #x oc #x male oc #x male reader #Orv #orv side story

[authoruio]

Overblots?... Overblots.

So- I'm finally chapter 3

With nothing to do and with my overflowing motivation

I thought of sketching the overblots I have encountered as of now.

Um yeah, take these sketches

twisted wonderland spoilers ahead!!

Riddle made my heart ache

I literally love him, um, I may have been annoyed with him considering how he acted, but I love him now. Period.

Friendship goals lol

Leona made me question my damn existence (and how the fuck does this man have makeup without even trying.)

Literally. Lion man talks about how shit the world is to him becomes a hot man wearing a damn corset

BUT LILIA SPITTING FIRE THO-

Azul IS LITERALLY SO FUCKING SEXY-

But I hate you I love you but I am mixed. I don't really know which side I am. Maybe in between.

Azul no- I AM NOT BULLYING YOU I am just waking you up from your rampage 🙃

#twisted wonderland #twst riddle #twst overblot #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #◦❧ ui arts