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maeby-cursed · 7 months

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KISS ME, TRY TO FIX IT…

𓂃 COULD YOU JUST TRY TO LISTEN ?

a/n: starting a new series of songfics ! this one is very obviously inspired by sad, beautiful, tragic, so you can see where this might be going. enjoy the results of my brainrot ♡ (also, i’ve never written for gojo before, please have mercy)

✧ synopsis: you’ve been waiting for satoru gojo for ten years, but there’s no trace of the man you fell in love with when you were sixteen years old. it’s time to let go, but he might not want to.

✧ pairings: satoru gojo x fem!reader

✧ wc: 2k

✧ rating: angst. so much of it, angst to drown in. might get suggestive at some points.

✧ cw: mentions of drinking, of the great jjk tragedy of 2006 and its aftermath, implied cheating, gojo may be ooc, toxic relationship ??

An ice-cold wind blows through the window as you wait.

It’s not even December yet but it’s already snowing.

Soft snowflakes the size of stars, far away in their firmament, enter your living room. When they land on the sofa, they dissolve, leaving in their wake thousands of specks of water that look disturbingly like tears.

It doesn't matter. You don't think he's going to notice anyway.

It's been ten long years of waiting. Ten long years of fighting, of fixing what's broken and denying that it's ever been broken.

It's over. Let winter freeze everything in its path.

When Satoru walks in through the door, you hesitate for a moment. A moment of madness when you see his hair, as white as the snowfall that has invaded your home. Just a moment when you see him in his burgundy turtleneck sweater, his tight-fitting coat. One single moment when you recognize the cold in his pink cheeks.

But it's all over when you meet his crystalline eyes. The fault is theirs.

"Is the window broken again?" he asks, dropping his keys on the entryway’s table.

The window has been broken since September.

You nod and he grunts, running a hand over his face.

"I'll call someone tomorrow, although you could have said something," he says. This is your fault. Of course.

You keep your eyes fixed on the snow. From the living room you can see the sidewalk across the street, covered in a blanket of white that sparkles under the street lamps. It's so painfully beautiful it makes you nostalgic.

You and Satoru moved into this house three years ago, when he got his teaching position, and you can't quite get over the fact that it's time to say goodbye.

You've spent three years of solstices here. You've seen the sidewalks covered with dead leaves, with thousands of little flowers that broke the pavement in their wake. But it’s never snowed.

It’s not fair, not one bit.

Satoru says no more. He goes to your room and undresses; he replaces his street clothes with a black outfit that seems very appropriate for the occasion. Since you’ve known him, he always takes off his glasses when he crosses the hall of your building, but for once, you wish he'd put them back on.

When he returns, his hair is dripping over his forehead. You hadn't even noticed that he was taking a shower.

But he hasn't noticed that your bedside table is empty, either; that your slippers are missing, that there's a seeping coldness in the hearth of your house, and it's not coming from the window.

"What's for dinner?" he asks, plopping down on the couch with his cell phone in his hand.

You get up.

9:26 p.m., November 8. This is where it ends.

"I don't know. I'm going out to dinner," you say.

He doesn’t even bother to look up.

"Hmm, where are you going? Are you bringing something back or should I order myself a pizza?"

It's painful to watch as nothing seems to touch him. He’s infinite — always infinite.

"I'm going to a work friend's house."

"The one with the lovely curly hair and those pretty hazel eyes?"

Christ.

"No. I'm moving in with Rhea. Dark-eyed, blonde, leggy."

"Hmm, how nice."

A moment passes where he just keeps staring at the screen, and you despair.

"Satoru."

"What's up, baby?"

"I'm moving."

At last – at last – he looks up. In his eyes you see nothing; two blue marbles that have sworn you two to an unjust fate.

"You're moving out? Why?"

Where to begin? Because you have been loving a man destined to save everything and everyone for a decade, because you have been trying to fill a void that is not your size for eight years, because the windows are broken and the bed is cold and Satoru arrives several nights smelling of anisette and the perfume of another, because you don't want to live looking at the Strongest, the possessor of the Six Eyes. Because you thought that in some hidden corner Satoru Gojo was still there, and he isn’t.

"Because it's killing me to live like this.” You settle for that as your explanation and try to keep your stare unwavering.

"Like this how?" he questions, suddenly irritated. "In a luxurious house?" He gestures around him with the cell phone in his hand. "Comfortably, with your dream job? Knowing you'll never have to worry about money?"

"No, Satoru. Like this, without you loving me."

That chills him to the bone.

"Of course I love you."

"Do you? Do you want me for anything other than to warm your bed and your cock? Do you want me here, as your partner? Do you need me for anything at all?"

You don’t gesticulate, you barely move from your spot in the middle of the room. Everything in this fucking place is white and uncannily clean; the sofas, the coffee table, the walls, even the snow; but you and Satoru. He’s in all black, you’re in all red. It’s almost dreamlike, and you struggle to stay grounded.

The only thing you could remove from this house that would grab his attention would be you.

"Yesterday you weren't complaining about any of this, what the fuck is the matter with you today?"

And you can't stand it anymore. The winter current lifts your hair, soaks the back of your neck and disguises your tears.

"THE MATTER IS THAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR TEN YEARS. WAITING FOR YOU. WAITING FOR THE MAN I MET AT SIXTEEN TO COME BACK, SLEEPING WITH A MAN OF ABSENT GAZE WHO STAGGERS INTO MY BED WHEN HE'S TIRED OF BEING IN EVERYONE ELSE'S. I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR DOG, SATORU. I DON'T WANT YOU TO COME HOME AND FEEL OBLIGATED TO GIVE ME A WALK, A PETTING."

The words come spilling out of you without remedy, every wound bursting open through the stitches. He just looks at you.

"You think I don't love you?"

It hurts to hear him say it, it fucking hurts. You were prepared for the yelling and the coldness, even for a quick vulnerable stare. But never for his trembling voice and soft frown.

You inhale deeply.

"I don't think your love is of any use to me any longer."

Satoru stands up at that.

He's tall, tall and beautiful like Michelangelo's David. All your life, you've been feeling like you had no right to touch him. His infinity assured you that was the case.

He takes a step in your direction and whispers:

"Then what should I do now?"

Your eyes, fixed on the ground, rise to meet his. There's something in the void and you're not sure if it's just your reflection.

"What?" you mutter.

"How do I fix it? What do you need that I can't give you? Do you want me to quit work, for us to leave, for me to come home and kiss your temple, to cook for you, to listen to you, to cherish you in bed?” A heartbeat. “I will."

There’s something about the desperation in his tone, you aren’t sure of what to say next.

Satoru knows how to lie, but you don't know how to tell the difference.

"I don't want anything, Satoru. I'm tired," you whisper back, eyes full of water. "I want it to end. I want you to let it end."

He shakes his head, frowning, and through the mist of your tears you recognize that he is crying too.

"There has to be something. Anything. Something I can do, I can do it all."

It's partly true. He's Satoru Gojo; all-powerful, all-knowing. Eternal and young and beautiful and tragic as a poem.

You are just another person. You cried when Suguru left, when Haibara died, when Kento gave up the Jujutsu world and when Ieri locked herself in her office. You clung to Satoru, who resembled an empty seashell more than a person.

You remember those nights back in 2007. You remember blindfolding him so he wouldn't activate infinity by accident, by reflex, out of overstimulation. You remember cutting his hair when he couldn’t and looking for him in his old antics. You remember taking care of Megumi – always reluctant – and Tsumiki – who you felt was too mature for her age. You remember the burden of being eighteen and having lost a world.

And, above all else, you remember Satoru under the rain. Under the pressure of the world you had lost, the one that he was trying to put back together. There was a month where he seemed catatonic; no smiles, drinking anisette as if it were his one source of life. A thirty-day period followed by the rebirth of a person who looked like the one that stood before, but who seemed cold and alien to you.

"Don't you love me, my darling?" he seeks for you, reaching out a hand to brush against your cheek.

Of course you love him. You love him even like this, like you have loved each and every one of his versions.

"I adore you, Satoru. But I can't stay; you can't fix it."

"Of course I can," he reaches out to you, holding your face between his fingers, "Of course I can."

His lips connect with yours — one last attempt, you don't know by whom.

Snow fills the room and it's cold, but you drink from his mouth, from his everlasting warmth; everything in him lasts forever.

Between kisses, you show him everything you have been for years. Ten years of kisses, of hands looking for hands and flesh searching for flesh.

He moves backwards, keeping you between his hands and guiding you towards the hallway and from the hallway to your shared bed.

This is where it ends.

"Satoru..." you whisper.

"I'm here. I'm here, beautiful, my favorite girl. Talk to me."

A sob escapes you as he utters those words. My favorite girl. That’s what he used to call you. Talk to me, he used to plead, that year at sixteen, when everything was about to start.

Isn't it beautiful that it ends the exact same way?

"Satoru, I'm leaving," you press a farewell kiss to his jaw.

"No, you're not leaving," he murmurs, smiling against your mouth, searching for your lips.

You back away and look at him one more time. And you smile, because there's nothing left.

"I'm already gone. Just let go of me, please."

"But..." he starts, his smile hesitant, "But I'm going to fix it."

You take one of his hands between yours and kiss it as it presses against your cheek, before lowering it to your lap.

"Satoru..." You pronounce each syllable of his name carefully and he stifles a cry. "I'm not going to go any further. I've already made the move and Rhea's expecting me at her house in an hour. I love you, I’ll love you until I run out of kisses, but it does me no good to love you. It is of no use to me, this love. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you one last time. Wasn’t it my turn to be the selfish one for once?"

He watches you, and his mouth shuts close. You've never seen Satoru lose.

No, that's not true. There was a time, one time, where you saw him lose everything.

His eyes fill up with you one second and empty the next.

This is his second time.

He lifts his chin with an arrogance that no longer means anything and lets go of your hands.

"Go then, if you want. I'm not going to do anything to stop you,” he drags the words with feign disinterest. “I can't do anything."

That's the last gift he can give you. An honesty unbecoming of him, a truth that will never belong to Satoru Gojo ever again.

From god to human in three kisses and a goodbye.

"Thank you," you say to him. Then you get up, heading for the living room, where your coat and your escape door await you.

He stays in the bedroom – with himself as he always is – after you leave.

And he hides you where he always hides the things he breaks, in the back of his eyes, where no one can reach to see anything.

(reblogs are appreciated !!)

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bambikisss · 4 months

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Better : C.San

The ask:

'Hi there! I absolutely LOVED your San fic you just posted so i wanted to know if i could request this for maybe a part2 where you and San have been together for awhile and he maybe wants to propose to you at some point in the fic but then he starts to get kinda busy with work and y/n starts to get sad and annoyed so San decides to do more for her. Sorry if this isnt super clear i just was wondering if the fic could include some of these things if you choose to write it. I LOVE your work btw.'

💕: CEO! Choi San (Bambi's BF ver.) x reader

Part 2 to MY GIRL

📙: To say San was head over heels for you was a complete understatement, doing whatever he could for you as he was so in love with you. However, with a new product launch coming up, it seemed that San's attention was no longer on you, making you become desperate for any moment with him without knowing that San felt the same way

⚠: Unprotected Sex (always wrap it up), Blonde buff San, Manhandling, biting, lots of teasing, phone sex, sex in a car, cum eating, rough + dom San, use of nicknames (San calls reader baby, my baby, slut, whore), more gentleman San, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk San, slight choking

Bambi's Notes: Welcome to part 2! I'm so happy with how this turned out. There is an overuse of the nickname 'honey' though, which I think is cute. B/N = Best Friend Name.

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You were a fairly reasonable woman. But, this was the last straw.

You sat in your office, staring at your screen in utter disbelief at your calendar. Yes, it was full of meetings among other work things, but your eyes were laser-focused on the event in pink that you had been looking forward to all day.

Lunch Meeting with Choi San: Canceled

"Canceled?" You scoffed in disbelief, crossing your arms over your chest. This would be the third time this week San had canceled your lunches together. You looked forward to those meetings because they gave you time with San uninterrupted to just talk and decompress. That also was your lunch block, so now you had to get lunch now or don't eat till you got home later that night, which would lead you to being grumpy and you had promised yourself you wouldn't get like that anymore, for at least the rest of the week.

"Maybe he's still busy with the product launch preparation? I mean, I know that the financial department have been having constant meetings with him over some problem," your best friend spoke up from her chair in front of your desk, picking at her already chipped dark red nails. You scoffed at her words too, narrowing your eyes at the calendar as if he would be able to sense your annoyance with his choice to cancel lunch.

The company had a new product to launch and everyone was focused on a successful launch, including San: everyone had that man in meetings up to his neck all day long, keeping him from you until he returned home later that evening, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to eat dinner and then sleep. While you understood that he was the CEO and that meant he had lots of responsibilities on him, you were still his girlfriend and had needs too.

"Y/N, don't" Your best friend pleaded as you stood up from your chair, gathering your things to make your way to the elevator to talk to San. You ignored her, offering her a kind smile before the elevator doors closed, taking you up to the top floor where San's office was. You checked your outfit of a light blue button-up shirt that had a few buttons opened, tight navy blue pants that hugged you perfectly, and matching dark blue heels. You felt good.

The doors opened to show San on the phone, his back to you as he flipped through one of the multiple files he had sitting on his desk. You took a deep breath of the smooth, burning wood scent that filled his office, letting you know that he had lit the candle you had bought him at some point that morning. Your eyes roamed his hunched-over figure of his broad shoulders, strong arms, and jaw, his sharp eyes scanning the page as his office phone sat snug against his shoulder, listening to whoever was on the other side. He wore one of his dark blue button-up shirts, his half-hearted attempt at matching with you and offering you some sort of affection from afar, but it wasn't enough.

You took another deep breath before your heel exited the elevator into his office, your heel clicking against the floor as you made your way over to his desk. San looked up at the sound of your heels, his eyes moving up your body to meet your face as he continued to listen to the man from finance. He already knew why you were in his office, biting his lip before he put himself on mute, the other man still droning on the phone without noticing.

"San, why did you cancel lunch?" You asked, choosing to get straight to the point as San sat up, running his hands through his blonde hair, sighing softly. "I have far too much work to do here to go out for lunch. We can have lunch together, baby, but we'd have to order and you'd have to sit on the couch by yourself while I work and I don't think you'd like that"

He was right, you would hate that.

Your eyes moved to the large stack of files that sat on his desk once more that seemed to taunt you: they had all of your man's attention and all they had to do was be folders with some kind of information in them. It made no sense to be jealous of some folders, but you sadly were.

You were snapped out of your jealousy by San's hand meeting yours, offering you a gentle smile as he tried to hide his laugh. "Honey, you can have all of my attention when I return home tonight, ok? There's no reason for you to be jealous and glaring at my folders from the sales and financial department" he chuckled, making you pout. You didn't want to wait until tonight for his attention. He didn't understand.

However, your conversation with him was cut off before you could respond, San picking up the phone to unmute himself to respond to whatever the finance guy said. You only rolled your eyes, exiting his office while he furrowed his eyebrows.

Deep down, San did feel guilty for not being able to give you his 100 percent attention lately due to work, but he had no choice. He watched as the elevator doors closed, leaving him alone in his office with your perfume still lingering around him. "Mr. Choi, are you still there?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm still here" San sighed, turning back to his folders with a small grimace. "I'm still here. Continue."

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"No, it's not like that B/N"

"Oh really, then how do you really feel about San working so hard?" You bit your lip, stopping your application of your face mask at your best friend's words. You had called her while doing your skincare to try and get your mind off of things with San, but that was the first thing she brought up. You stared into your vanity mirror, trying to figure out how you wanted to phrase your words before you said "I can understand why he's been so distant, he's been busy at work all day."

"But it doesn't give him the right to not give you any attention when you come home, Y/N." True.

You had finished your skin care by the time San arrived home, Star's barking telling you that he was home from the office. You took a deep breath before you thought back to what your friend had suggested that you try:

'When San comes home tonight, ignore him. Let him feel like how he's made you feel these past few weeks.'

You took another deep breath as San climbed up the stairs, his heavy footsteps making your heart rate speed up.

You didn't turn to him as he entered the room, looking at him through the vanity mirror as he put his jacket away; his shoulders seemed heavier than usual, his voice deep as well.

San didn't want to outright tell you about how stressful that day was to him due to how you left his office: after you left, he had nothing but back-to-back phone calls with people and felt like he was surrounded by incompetent people. All he wanted to do was come back home to you and just relax. Heck, if he really wanted to, he'd tell everyone in the office tomorrow that you and him were out for the day.

"Hi, honey" San mumbled, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek before he went to go strip, getting ready for a shower. You didn't respond to him, instead going on your phone. San noticed your silence, making him raise an eyebrow and stop unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes moved down your body to admire your white silk night dress that stopped at the tops of your thighs. It was one of his favorites on you. "Honey?" he repeated, hoping for a response but when he didn't get one, he felt his annoyance from earlier wash over him.

Now you were ignoring him? Why was no one listening to him today?

You didn't react to the sound of San's footsteps approaching you, but you did jump when San ripped your phone from your hand, placing it onto the dresser behind him before he returned to stand behind you, placing his hands onto the vanity table on either side of you. You took the opportunity to look back up in the mirror, meeting San's darkened gaze. His eyes were dark, an evil-like smirk gracing his lips as one of his hands slowly slid from the vanity to your arm, leaving goosebumps behind.

"Oh, so now you notice me honey? What, I have to touch you now in order for you to look at me?"

"Yes." Your bratty word slipped out of your mouth without thinking, your words making San chuckle.

Maybe you would get San's attention tonight.

"I have to use your body like you're some kind of slut in order for you to even listen to me?" San's voice had now become a mixture of a growl and a deep chuckle, his hands moving to your arms to pick you up out of your vanity chair, making you stand up. He then kicked away the chair as he met your eyes. His eyes were dark, demanding of you.

At your lack of response, San's hands moved slowly up your arms to your shoulders, then to the back of your neck, where he gripped it roughly. You gasped as he pulled you roughly so that your lips were hovering right over his, your nose bumping against one another as San kept his rough grip on you. He would chuckle, though, anytime you tried to lean forward from his hold to have your lips meet, but San would always pull back before you could. He licked his lips slowly, making a show out of it before he whispered against your lips "I wanna use you tonight, Honey. Will you let me use your body tonight, honey?"

You nodded, almost like you were in a trance at his words. You had completely abandoned your plan at this point, ready to do whatever he wanted. San chuckled at your new attitude, planting a sweet yet short kiss onto your lips before his hand moved from the back of your neck into your hair, grabbing a fistful of it.

"Good. What's the safeword?" He whispered, his lips returning to hover over yours as he began to turn you both around, your back now to the bed as his free hand moved to cup your cheek sweetly. "Honey" you responded, earning yourself a nod before his lips met yours in a demanding manner making you moan. San's tongue moved immediately to meet yours, pushing into your mouth before he picked you up by your thighs, tossing your body onto the bed. You gripped the bed sheets as your body bounced, San figure now standing at the foot of the bed with a smirk on his lips. He gently licked his lips as he took off his belt, his eyes still drilling into yours as he spoke. "You know, a slut like you deserves the finer things in life, no? You're acting out like this because you're needy, huh?"

You nodded, submission filling your eyes as San softly cooed at you, placing his knees on the bed as he unbuttoned his pants, allowing you to see the top of his boxers. He placed his hands onto your ankles, roughly pulling you to meet his body, now kneeling in between your legs he looks down at you. He slowly dragged his hands up your body, pushing up the fabric of your sleep dress up with his hands as his lips followed. He ignored your cries as he nipped and kissed at your stomach, taking his time with you before he sat up once more, unbuttoning his shirt as you sat up as well, removing your dress.

San had to take a moment to admire you, his mouth watering at the bare sight of your body. San always had to take a moment to just look you over, despite the fact that he was to use you tonight. He leaned over to place a gentle kiss onto your lips, letting you see a glimpse of your boyfriend before he slipped back into his feelings, his hands moving to roughly push you back onto the bed. He kissed down your body, grabbing your legs to place them onto his shoulders as he so. He made sure to lock them in his forearms before he looked up at you, his voice coming out huskily "Stay still, slut. Grip the bed, grip the headboard, I don't care. You take this pussy from my mouth and I'm going to make you cry tonight."

You bit your lip at his words, your mind thinking of all the ways he could make you cry from pleasure. Your thoughts are ripped from you as his tongue moves up your wet slit, curling the tip of his tongue right underneath your clit before he moved back to your slit, taking his time in tasting you. You found yourself gripping the sheets, growing upset by his little kitten licks: this was the first time you were having him in so long, and you couldn't handle the idea of waiting for anything.

"San come on-" You moved your hips up, hoping for San to get the hint. However, your hands had to immediately hold onto the bed sheets as San growled, pulling you roughly by your ass to his lips, his whole mouth working on your pussy in a way that made your back arch and made you cry out. You closed your eyes as your hips tried to roll against his face, making San move his hand from your ass to your stomach, pressing you down harshly against the bed as his tongue and lips moved faster around your cunt. "Stay still, slut, what did I say?" San asked, his words vibrating against your pussy as he continued to eat you.

You didn't even try to apologize, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly due to San talking dirty into your pussy and the way his mouth was moving on you. You felt your body begin to heat up, moaning his name louder as you felt yourself begin to cum all over his face. Your grip on the sheets as grown so tight that the fitted sheet was no longer on the mattress, San's mouth movements not stopping as you tried to move away from his lips. San only chuckled, pressing your body down more into the mattress as he sat up, letting you see your cum and juices move down his mouth and neck as he licked his lips. His fingers gently dragged up your thighs before two entered you smoothly, his lips curling into a smirk at how tight your walls got around his fingers.

Your hand moved from the sheets to grab his shoulders, begging for him to slow down his fingers as you were about to cum again, only making him move faster. "Don't act like you don't wanna cum again, and again slut. I didn't realize how much of a slut my baby was, out here disobeying me knowing damn well what I said I'd do if you did. And what did you do?"

You couldn't respond as your orgasm rushed over you, making you moan loudly, San allowing your legs to close around his fingers. He smirked softly at the sight, waiting till you came back around before he slowly slipped his fingers from inside of you, placing the fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste. You moaned at the sight, your arousal leaking from inside you.

San moved to stand up from the bed, pushing off his pants as you sat up, wanting to watch every movement: the way his thigh muscles tensed every time he lifted his legs from the tight dress pants, the way his cock sprung up against his abs, a long stripe of pre-cum already leaking from the top. You bit your lip as he turned to face you, running his hand through his hair before he grabbed your body, picking you up from the bed before he dropped you on your stomach, his hands moving to grab your hips and pull you to the edge of the bed, your legs hanging off the end while your upper body was still on the bed, gripping the last of the sheets that were on the bed.

"Spread your legs for me, slut. Show me where you want my cock to go" San demanded, his hand moving along his cock as he watched you spread your legs, placing them onto the bed to give him a proper view of your pussy. You bit your lip at the silence and lack of movement from San, about to complain about it when you felt a glob of his spit meet and slowly move down your pussy, making you moan loudly. "There. You should be wet enough for me" Was the only warning San gave to his lover before he roughly pushed into you, his hips instantly meeting your ass. San kept up his rough pace, his hands slapping and grabbing at the flesh of your ass as you continued to moan loudly. Times like this made you glad that you and San didn't have any close neighbors who would've complained.

"That's it, take this cock like the slut you are" San growled, his eyes trained on how your ass bounced back against his movements and your moans until his eyes are drawn to the vanity mirror. San smirked as he pulled out, pushing your body so that you fell onto the bed before he turned you to face the mirror with him behind you, his hands gripping your hips to raise your knees. "Stay on your knees and look into the mirror" He whispered into your ear before moving to stand behind you, giving you a full view of San; his messed up blonde hair, sweat moving down San's face and chest- to you, San looked absolutely hot.

Your head sadly lost the vision of San though as his hips pounded into your suddenly, picking up the pace he had set before, making you drop your head to moan into the mattress. "God, I knew a whore like you couldn't follow simple instructions" San moaned, his hands moving to the front of your throat, forcing you to look up into the mirror as he pounded into you from behind. He smirked, placing his face right against yours as he felt his orgasm approaching fast. "Look at us, look at how perfect we look. Look at you following my instructions now, all it took was me holding onto you" He moaned as he applied pressure to your throat, your pussy clenching around him as you moaned as well.

San soon dropped his head into your shoulder, biting down on the skin before he came, his hips slowing down as his cum filled you and covered your pussy, the feeling pushing you over the edge too. You moaned as he kissed your shoulder, his hands rubbing at your body as you both came down from cloud nine.

"Honey" he whispered against your shoulder, meeting your eyes in the mirror as you gently rested against him and the bed. When you finally seemed to be able to hold a thought, San offered you a sweet smile before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. He gently laid you down onto the bed, turning on the shower before he returned to you, gently picking you up to bring you to the warming water. He held you against him as you both let the water run over each other for a moment, just holding each other.

"I missed you" you whispered to San as he began to wash your hair, taking care to massage your scalp. "I know, baby, I missed you too." San knew what you meant: that you missed having him there with you present in the moment and not just as a body. That's how San knew you both loved each other; you both could tell when the other was there as a body, or as your lover.

After you both finished washing each other off, San helped you get dressed before leading you to the living room, having you sit down on the couch as he went to wash the sheets and put new ones on the bed. You sat in silence once he left you, relishing in the moment before you laid down on the couch, looking at the picture of you and San you had taken during your anniversary: San had his arms around you, a bright smile on his face as you held the camera taking the picture with a beautiful sunset adding lightning to the moment. You looked so happy in that moment, so carefree. You hoped to one day take another trip with San and capture another moment like that in a picture, so that you could remember this time in your relationship without the memories of San being so tired from work.

"Falling asleep without me down here?" You sat up as San approached you with a tired smile, his hands moving to hold yours to help you up from the couch. You accepted his help before you shook your head. "No, I was just looking at the picture we took during our anniversary trip"

San eye's moved to the picture, a brighter smile moving across his lips at the sight. He loved that moment and how happy you both seemed. "One day soon, my baby," he turned to you, cupping your cheeks with his hand before placing a small kiss on your lips. "I'll take you back there and we'll relax like we both deserve."

"Promise?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist as he did the same to you, walking with you up the stairs with Star following behind happily. He nods, laying down next to you in the bed before he wrapped his arms around you, turning off the lamp.

"I promise, my honey. Now, let's sleep."

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"He's off-site, today. That's why we're not doing lunch."

You replied to B/N, who looked at you with furrowed brows. She couldn't believe how relaxed you now seemed about San's work schedule, making you laugh. Somehow, last night's actions helped ease your annoyances, plus the promise of a trip alone with him soon helped.

You shooed your friend from your office as your phone rang, waiting till she closed the door behind her before you answered your phone without looking at who was calling you. "Hello?"

"Honey," you paused at San's voice which sounded pained. You sat up in your chair about to ask if he was hurt when you heard a wet sound along with a stifled groan come from him, letting you know what he needed. "San, are you-"

"Fuck yes I am," he breathlessly replied, his hand moving along his cock faster at the sound of your voice, making him lean back in his car's backseat. "I was out at the launch event and I stumbled across an old sexy picture you had sent me awhile back and now I can't get you out of my mind."

You were in shock by his words, your silence making San groan out "please fucking say something honey, anything."

You bit your lip as you stood up, locking your office door before you sat back down at your desk, slipping your hands into your pants, cursing softly as you dragged your fingers along the wet spot growing on your panties. San moaned at the sound of you, his hand moving along his cock faster. "Are you touching yourself, honey? Are you in your office, leaning back against your chair with your hand down your pants playing with your pretty pussy?"

You moaned again in response, your hands moving to frantically push down your pants so that you could freely rub circles on your aching clit. San did the same thing, pushing down his pants fully so that he spread his legs more, jerking his cock more as he continued talking. "God, I couldn't stop thinking about your pretty pussy, baby. I was going to sit at the event and hope it went away, but all I could picture doing was fucking you on the table while everyone watches how I fuck my girl"

"Fuck, Sannie" You moaned his name, making him moan louder, his cock twitching in his hand at the sound of your voice and you using his nickname. San practicality fucked his fist, tossing his head back as he felt his orgasm approaching. You bit your lip, moving your fingers faster against your clit at the sounds of San that were coming from the other end of the phone.

"I'm gonna cum, Y/N. I'm gonna cum and then when you get home tonight I'm gonna fuck you till you cannot walk. I'm gonna use your pussy again, just like how I did last night all over our house till every surface reminds me of where we fucked at whenever I look at it" San's words made you cum, closing your legs around your hand as you began to shake and moan his name, San's loud moan filling your ears and your office as he came all over his hand, thighs, and abs. You both took a moment to calm down, San speaking up first. "If you can manage to walk right now, I have some wet wipes you can clean yourself up with in my office. I bought the brand you like, too."

You could basically feel San's touch on you as you went up to his office, smiling at your feeling of afterglow. When you found the wet wipes, you paused when you saw a pair of airline ticket receipts in the drawer. You tilted your head, picking them up.

"Two first class airline tickets to Bali?" You flipped through the other papers, various receipts for excursions to do in Bali showing up. You bit your lip as you placed the papers back, grabbing the wet wipes before making your way out of your boyfriend's office. Your mind kept thinking back to those receipts for the rest of the day, trying to figure out what they were for.

San didn't like taking trips with people from work often, so it may not be for work. You and him had been once before, but it was for your anniversary and it had to be cut short due to the company wanting to launch the product.

You clung to the last thought being the truth as you pulled into the driveway behind San's car. You didn't want to get your hopes on something that wasn't confirmed to be for you, but you couldn't help but be in a better mood as you opened the front door. Your good mood was only increased when the smell of steak and other foods filled your senses. You entered the house to see many heart balloons around the kitchen table, a candle lit in the middle, and your boyfriend placing the steak you smelled onto the dinner table.

"Oh, San, what is this?" You asked as you placed your purse down, San only chuckling in response before he stopped you from taking off your heels, getting onto his knees to do it for you. He gently removed them from your feet before he led you to the romantic dinner setup he had made. He pulled out a chair for you, sitting down next to you with a proud smile on his face as you gushed about how nice the setup was.

"I'm glad you like it, honey. I did it for you" You smiled at San's words, before turning to him as he gently held your hand, placing it onto his lap as you both faced each other. He looked at you with so much love and regret in his eyes, his free hand moving to sit on your thigh. "Y/N, I just wanted to say that I am sorry for not giving you the proper attention you needed during the company's product launch. I was distracted and should've understood your needs too." San cut off your words as he moved to his knees in front of you, kissing your hand once more before he said "I'm sorry, honey. Can you forgive me? I promise it won't happen again." You bit your lips at San's words, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you said "I accept your apology, Sannie."

You smiled as San sprung up from his knees to sit back in his chair, pouring you a glass of wine as you began to taste some of the food San had cooked. You had forgotten all about the tickets until San said "I've already approved our time off for next week, so don't worry about having to send that out."

"Time off for next week? I didn't ask for next week off," You said, taking a sip of your wine as San smiled at you. Your mind flashed back to the ticket receipts you had seen before you blurted out "wait, we're going to Bali again?" San blinked at your question before he chuckled, nodding as you moved to sit on his lap. "Ah, so you did see the receipts I planted in that drawer. I was beginning to think I hid them too well." It was your turn to blink at his words, asking him what he meant. "I 'hid' them under the wet wipes for you to see. We're going back to Bali to make up for our anniversary being interrupted, honey."

You smiled brightly at his words, meeting him in a loving kiss as he gently rubbed your back. You didn't even care how long he had it planned for, you were just excited he kept his promise.

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"You know, Honey, I could've made the same dish at home, right?"

You laughed at San's words as you both left the restaurant, his pout prominent on your lips as you talked about how good the pasta was throughout the end of dinner. You turned to him, your yellow sundress blowing in the wind as you stood in front of your boyfriend who wore a simple black button-up and matching pants. He had dyed his hair back to black, due to your request. You cupped his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you to him as you tried to kiss away the pout on his lips. Only after the 17th kiss did San finally smile, his lips meeting yours in a loving kiss before he said "Okay, let's hurry up so that we can go on that beach walk in the sunset, like you wanted to."

You clapped happily as you turned to step onto the sand, only for San to stop you. He sunk to his knees in the sand, his hands skillfully removing your heels before he stood up, offering you one of his charming smiles as he held your heels in one hand and your hand in the other. "Shall we?"

You nodded, stepping down onto the cool sand as the two of you walked along the beach, the sunset adding to the romantic atmosphere. Suddenly, San stopped walking to stand in front of you with a loving smile on his lips. He looked at you like you were the love of his life, which you were. "San, what are you doing," You asked as he began to walk backward, not answering you as you both rounded a corner to see a little picnic on the beach. You gasped, asking San if he did it. His smirk only grew at your question, leading you to the setup.

There were pillows placed onto a large white picnic mat, small tea candles surrounded the setup along with heart balloons and a small charcuterie board of snacks and candy. You could tell San was proud of himself as he sat down next to you, answering all your questions with a huge smile on his face. Your own smile grew at his, rushing into his arms to hug and kiss around his face. He gladly accepted it before he cupped your face, bringing you into a long, loving kiss. San didn't let you leave his embrace as he kissed you, mumbling against your lips how much he loved you whenever you broke away to catch your breath before he brought you back into the kiss.

You could swear that you and San kissed for a while before he finally pulled back fully. San then gently held your hand, placing another kiss to it before he moved the two of you to stand.

"Y/N L/N. There will never be another woman like you: you're smart, funny, and outright gorgeous. I cannot think of anyone else who I'd rather be with and who I'd rather give my heart to. Unknown to you, all those nights I spent out weren't always for work," he paused to reach into his pocket, grabbing a beautiful velvet ring box before he slowly sank to one knee, meeting your eyes with his own that were full of love and care. He then opened the ring box, showing you a beautiful engagement ring. Your eyes widened at the sight before San continued, tearing up slightly.

"Y/N, my love, will you marry me?"

You nodded, covering your mouth as your tears left your eyes. San smiled happily, placing the ring onto your finger before he sprung up to pick you up, spinning around with you in his arms as you both cheered. He jumped up and down (eventually slipping in the sand) happy to have you forever. You, on the other hand, recorded him while he jumped (and slipped), laughing happily before meeting him in a sweet kiss, then taking a selfie with him as you both lay in the sand.

After you both enjoyed the moment, San picked you up, promising more fun in the private villa. You allowed him to carry you bridal style to the villa, which wasn't far as it was on the beach, giving you a beautiful view of the sunset and water as San placed you down onto the bed. You closed your eyes as San kissed down your body, whispering praise among other things before he sunk to his knees, kissing and biting the inside of your thighs before he met your eyes.

"Spread your legs for me, honey," you did as you were told, spreading your legs for your fiancé, allowing him to immediately lick up your panty-covered slit. He moaned, repeating the action a few more times before he finally pulled off the ruined fabric, looking up at you as your hand moved to cup his face, your thumb moving along his bottom lip. "Lay back and relax, honey. Let your fiancé take care of you tonight, yeah?" San's words came out slurred as if he was drunk off of just licking your panties. You obliged, laying back on the bed as San's tongue dragged its way up your thigh to your wet cunt.

To San, eating your pussy was his number one job; he wanted to be so fucking good at it that you begged him to never stop. He loved watching your back arch and he loved the feeling of your legs closing around his head, the thought making his cock twitch in his pants. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of your pussy to the top, moaning at your taste before his tongue dove into you, making you both moan loudly. Your hands rushed into San's hair as his tongue and lips catered to your pussy, San's eyes even rolling back and closing at your taste. San felt truly like he was in a trance when it came to your taste, his mind short-circuiting every time your hips would move against his face, begging for more.

Your legs began to shudder closed around San's face, only making him growl as he crawled up the bed to keep his mouth attached to your pussy, making you scream his name. He moved his hands to press down on your chest as he focused on eating you out, keeping you still on the bed as he focused on tasting you and driving you to your edge. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you came, both of your moans mixing together as he cleaned you up with his tongue.

"I fucking love you, Honey" he whispered desperately, kissing up your body as your hands moved to try and remove all of his clothes. He helped you, his eyes still focused on you. Once he was bare, he rested his warm body on top of yours, kissing you deeply so that you could taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan. "Taste how good that was, honey? Do you see why I'm so addicted to you?" San seemed to be truly in a daze, leaning down to kiss and lick at the tops of your breasts before he pulled the cups down, his lips instantly circling around a nipple. You moaned softly at the feeling, wrapping your legs around his waist as he switched nipples before pulling back, playing with your breasts in his hands before he slowly pushed into you, meeting your eyes as he did so. San bit his bottom lip as we watched you moan out his name, the pleasure filling your face when he finally fully filled you up.

"Honey, my honey" he breathed out, shoving his head into your neck as he began to set a slow, yet sweet pace with his hips. You sighed at the feeling, your hands rubbing his back as he placed kisses on your neck. You gently moaned out for him to go faster, but San only shook his head in your neck, whispering that he wanted to take his time with you. As much as you loved that idea, though, you wanted him to go faster.

San gasped when you pushed on his shoulder, allowing you to move both of your positions so that you were on top. You looked down at him as you began to ride him, your hips spelling out various things, making him moan loudly. When you spelled out his name, San came out of his trance, planting feet onto the bed so that his hips thrust up into you, meeting your bounces, making you both moan louder. "Fuck, Y/N, that's it, ride this cock, your cock" San shuddered, as he let his legs rest against the bed, allowing you to move faster. San didn't know what to grab onto, deciding to have one hand on your ass and the other one around your throat, helping you ride him faster.

"Want me to apply some pressure, honey? Want me to choke you?" San asked through his moans and groans, smirking when you nodded. He applied pressure to your throat, your nails then dragging down his chest as you felt his cock twitch inside of you at the sight in front of him. San suddenly flipped the two of you over once more so that you were on your back and he was on top, his pace becoming erratic as he smashed his lips into yours, meeting you in a deep kiss as you both moaned and cursed against each other's lips.

"Cuming, Sannie, I'm cumming" you moaned loudly, San rushing to let go of your neck, choosing to intertwine your hands with his as his lips picked up in pace, his cock hitting your spot perfectly. San nodded against your forehead, moaning out that he was going to cum too. You both met in a loving kiss and you both squeezed each other's hands as if one of your was going to float away, cumming together. San soon cut the kiss to kiss down your body as you laid limp against the bed, gasping when you felt San shove his tongue into your pussy, licking and sucking all of the cum from your pussy before he spat it back onto your pussy, his tongue going back to your pussy. You tried to crawl up the bed from him, his hands roughly gripping your hips before he roughly pulled you back to his mouth.

"Don't interrupt me, honey. I'm just getting started, we're here for a week, remember?" San chuckled darkly against your thigh before his mouth went back to your pussy, making your back arch as he ate your pussy till you fell asleep. The only memory you had left from that night was San cleaning you and then himself up when he finished before placing a soft kiss onto your forehead as your body began to relax into the sheets.

"Sleep well, Honey. I love you."

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"Well, well, well, isn't it the future Mrs. Choi, back from her week getaway with her hot CEO fiancé."

You laughed at B/N, waving off her words as she sat down in one of the chairs you had in your office. When you notice her staring at you, you raised an eyebrow before asking what she was waiting for.

"You know I wanna hear all about Bali part 2, even the proposal and whatever led to the matching hickey you and Mr. Choi are sporting at the bottom of your necks." Your eyes widened at her words, your hand rushing to cover it before you sheepishly whispered "that didn't happen during Bali. That happened this morning."

B/N gasped at your words before she laughed as you shooed her out, letting her know that you had to go meet San upstairs. "Why, so that way you guys can continue whatever you two were doing this morning?"

You offered her a playful wink as the elevator doors closed, her squeal being the last thing you heard before the elevator began its ascent to San's office.

"Did you know that our hickey's are visible?" You asked him as you entered his office, your fiancé instantly chuckling at your question. "I had a hunch. I mean, we were pretty cramped in the car this morning, so I guess we bit anywhere we could." You rolled as your cheeks heated up, thinking back to the quickie you and San had this morning in the car.

"Ready for lunch, Mrs. Choi?" San asked, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your neck, humming softly. You nodded, intertwining your hand with his as you both walked out of the office into the elevator. "I already made us a reservation at our favorite sushi restaurant, you're welcome by the way."

San chuckled, thanking you with a sweet kiss before whispering against your lips "That's my girl."

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The Art of Etiquette Part 7 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Going gown shopping is proving to be a bit more difficult than you had expected and Jungkook doesn't make it any easier Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 4.7k~ Warnings: I don't think there's any need for warnings but so much teasinggg a/n: Sorry this too so long to get out 😭 I've lost motivation to write these days so it's been taking a bit longer for me to get chapters out but I hope you guys like it! p.s. kinda sorta edited lol I just wanted to get it out already Start from the beginning

After talking to Jesse last night about everything that happened between Jungkook and I, I've been even more confused than I was to begin with.

"HE KISSED YOU?!?!" Jesse yells into the phone making me cringe as I pull it away to save my hearing but ultimately fail.

"I don't know, kind of but not really. He leaned in and kissed my cheek but his lips did brush up against the side of my mouth so I don't know. I'm just so confused because at the start I thought he hated me. He was rude and demanding and always tried to intimidate me. I will admit that it worked sometimes but I just never know what he actually wants from me" I complain while switching to my airpods so I can walk around my room and talk to him while looking for an outfit.

"I think you're over thinking things. I think it all comes down to the fact that he found you challenging at first so that might've been why you thought that he hated you" he explains.

"Challenging? What's that supposed to mean?" I question, flipping through the clothes in my closet, struggling to find something that's comfortable but not too casual, easy to take off so it makes trying on dresses a bit easier but doesn't make me look like I didn't put in any effort. You would think I was getting dressed for a first date or something based off the existential crisis I seem to be having.

"He probably thought you were some bratty rich kid that needed a real push to break out of that mold. I bet he's had to deal with a lot of divas in his time. Don't take it personally though, I'm sure that he just goes into those first few lessons with that mindset and then loosens up a bit as you go along. Or at least that's what I would think based off of what you've told me" he explains.

"You're probably right" I agree while trying to choose between two colors of what sweater to wear. "Pink or Blue?" I question and without hesitation he chooses pink. "What did you end up putting together?" he asks, eager to know what I've settled on.

"Pink sweater, white skirt with nude colored leggings and some white boots. Oh and I'm pairing it with the white pea coat James got for me last Christmas" I relay, going through the outfit in my head, leaving everything on their hangers so I won't have to worry about too many wrinkles tomorrow.

"Why are you dressing so...girly? I mean you're a girl obviously but I figured you would go with something a little more...black" he chuckles, thinking about my usual choice in attire.

"Jungkook would send me back upstairs to change before he would take me somewhere dressed in all black clothing. He wants me to remember to dress like a lady so I might as well go into it right off the bat so I can avoid another scolding. Plus I figured a skirt would be a lot easier to take off and put back on again since I'll be trying on a few dresses" I say while finally getting myself ready for bed.

"Fair enough. If I were you though I would tell him that the only way I'm taking these clothes off is if you take them off of me if he had a problem with your outfit" he teases, making me roll my eyes at him, amused but embarrassed by his nonsense. "Jesse he's my teacher" I point out for the millionth time, hoping to get him to back off but I know it's pointless.

"As much as you would like me to jump his bones I need to remember the purpose of our relationship. I don't want to cause James any trouble with messing around with him. I could just see the headlines, 'CEO's step daughter sleeps with her etiquette teacher', I do not want to have to deal with the backlash from my mother either. If something were to happen between us it could ruin his reputation, making people think that he sleeps with all of his students. Plus who knows, he could've slept with his past students based off of how forward he has been with me" I say while throwing myself onto my bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"He may be an adonis but I don't think he's the type of guy that would do that. Like he's an etiquette teacher girl, if he was to have had a scandal with a student in the past I'm sure it would've come out by now" he reasons with me and I hum in acknowledgement.

"I guess you're right" I mumble and soon wrap up our call so I can get some 'Proper beauty sleep' according to Jesse but for the life of me I can't sleep a wink. With all of these questions spinning round and round in my head I just can't seem to ease my mind until I'm jolted awake by my alarm.

'I guess I was able to sleep a bit' I think to myself before jumping into the shower and rushing to get ready. This'll be the first time Jungkook has seen me bright and early in the morning and not run down after a long day at school so I guess it's best if I make a good impression.

After putting on my lip gloss to complete the look I'm met with my mother barging into my room. "You do know that Mr. Jeon is going to be here soon and oh-!" she nags quickly spewing out her speech before finally taking a look at me.

"Look at you! I guess you really are my daughter!" she says while walking over to my mirror to stand behind me. "What's that supposed to mean?" I say crossing my arms and giving her an unamused look through the reflection.

"It means that you look very beautiful and you're showing off your femininity and assets very well" she says referring to the shorter skirt that she hasn't ever seen me wear before. "Very funny mom now can you please leave so I can finish getting ready?" I ask, shooing her away so I can get her out of my hair, literally since she had started running her fingers through it from the back.

"Okay okay I'm going. Would you like me to let you know when he's pulling up outside?" she asks and I nod my head and at that she's off to no doubt stand and wait for the first glimpse of him by the door. 'She's more obsessed with that man than Jesse is' I mumble to myself and quickly slip on my boots and take another look at myself before I hear my mother yelling for me to come downstairs.

I open my bedroom door and hear that Jungkook is already somehow inside the house and speaking to my mother when I had anticipated for him to just wait for me by his car. "Oh good you're here! Hurry along I heard you have a very long day ahead of you so behave yourself and do exactly as he says" she lists off and I don't bother giving her an answer.

"Don't worry Mrs. Hart, I know she's a good girl" Jungkook shamelessly responds for me. My eyes bug out and I watch the amused look spread across his face but it's gone in a flash when my mother turns her attention back to him. "Shouldn't we get going? I know how much you hate being late and I'm sure she's waiting for us already" I say in regards to the modiste that we have an appointment with.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry I'm holding you up. Have a good day both of you and I'll see you later tonight" she says with a smile while opening the door for us. "Oh I don't think it'll take that lo-" "I won't keep her out too late" Jungkook jumps in and I shut my mouth at his response, knowing I really have no say in the matter but also losing my wording when he places his hand on my waist to guide me over to the car.

Walking over towards it I realize that he's switched from a four seater car to a two seater and I can't help but wonder if his motives were to not give me any other choice but to sit next to him. "I didn't realize you had another car" I say while he opens the door for me and I sit down and almost squeak at the feeling of the seats sinking down a lot lower than expected and he smirks at my reaction.

"I have a few but I tend to take this one out every once in a while since it does best on longer trips" he informs before shutting the door for me. I nod my head while he walks around the car and gets in a lot more gracefully than I had which makes me roll my eyes and turn my face away from him.

"Here" he says handing me an iced coffee "Oh thank you but I don't drink coffee, it makes me anxious" I say politely rejecting. "I know, Matthew told me so I got you a chai latte since to his knowledge, tends to be your favorite" he says. I thank him and receive it with both hands, my cheeks showing a dusting of pink at the thought that again he bothered to make sure he got me something that I would like. He even got me an iced one since I like those better even when it's cold outside.

I take a couple of sips as he pulls out of the driveway and onto the street before taking notice that I had forgotten something. "Mr. Jeon I'm sorry but do you think we could turn back around? I forgot to grab my coat" I admit, cringing at the thought of inconveniencing him and messing up the schedule for today.

"It's alright, you can just borrow mine" he says with a slight smile, no hint of irritation or condescension. "But I don't want you to be cold I-" "Y/n it's fine, I don't mind. If anything we can get you another coat once we go looking for the shoes to match your dress" he says and relaxes into his seat.

His left hand on the wheel with his right placed on his lap where I notice that he's spreading his legs a bit further than I've seen him do before, making me gulp at the sight and turn my face away from him.

"Is that alright with you?" he questions, making me look back over at him. "What?" I ask, not sure if I had lost track of the conversation or not. "Do you feel comfortable borrowing my jacket or should we turn back around?" he questions glancing over at me.

"Only if you're sure" I say, wanting to give him the option to change his mind. "If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have offered. I'm asking if you're alright with it" he says and I reply simply saying yes but that's not good enough for him.

"Yes what y/n? I thought we had agreed upon using our words" he taunts and my breath hitches at the fist sign of his flirtatious attitude for the day. "Yes Mr. Jeon, I would feel comfortable borrowing your jacket" I say but he presses further. "I thought we had agreed on being more informal with each other as well" he teases and I look over at him with a confused face as to why it would make a difference for him.

"Say my name" he says darkly causing a fluttering sensation to bloom in my stomach. "I-, what?" I stutter, not expecting this sort of behavior from him this early in the morning.

"Say. My. Name. Or would you rather us go back to addressing each other formally?" he questions while he stops at a red light and cocks his brow at me. "Yes Jungkook, thank you for letting me borrow your jacket" I say quietly after a pause, my brain not being awake enough to come up with any smart remarks.

He smiles at that and focuses back on the road and offers me the aux to play some music since the drive is so far. "Try not to fall asleep on me again like last time. Wouldn't want to have to clean the drool off your face again" he teases while holding the chord up for me and making our hands touch since he doesn't seem to want to let go right away.

I bring my hand down to plug my phone in and he lets his follow mine, keeping them connected for a second, letting his warm hand rest on my thigh before bringing it back towards himself and placing it back on his lap. I clear my throat to get my bearings again and quickly plug it in and play some low fi music which gets him to glance over at me again.

"What? You don't like it?" I question feeling insecure about my choice since I don't really know what his taste in music is. Unless it's just the ballroom music that we've been dancing to for weeks now but I highly doubt that.

"No, I do. I'm just sure that a playlist like this one would be the exact thing that would put you to sleep" he says with a crooked smile. "Well I just wasn't sure what you would like and so I figured low fi would be a safe choice" I explain and see that he's still smiling.

"What?" I question and he glances over at me, making me suspicious of him and all of his reactions. "It's just cute that you put thought into choosing something that you thought I might like as well" he says with a lilt in his voice.

"I just wanted both of us to enjoy the music that's all" I say, crossing my arms over my chest as a defense mechanism to hide the fact that he's made my heart rate pick up with his simple words. "And that's what I found cute about it" he says, rubbing it in since he can clearly see that it's making me shy.

"You know, you can be quite irritating sometimes right?" I say as a way to defend myself and make him stop teasing me. "Who me? Am I not allowed to compliment a pretty girl for acting cute?" he plays coy and before I'm able to respond he corrects himself. "Excuse me, a beautiful woman from acting kindly towards me" he finishes and I can't seem to come up with any response to it so instead I choose to angle my body away from him and look out the window.

"You can put on something you like instead. I tend to enjoy all genres of music" he says, reeling in the teasing and giving me a break thankfully. I in spite, choose to go with one of my angsty playlists full of artists like Simple Plan, Blink 182 and Linkin Park, thinking that it would be something he wouldn't enjoy but to my surprise I catch him drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat.

As the playlist shuffles through the songs I catch him singing along to the opening of Bring Me to Life by Evanescence and it's then when I turn my body to face him again. "You know this song?" I question, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You didn't think that you were the only one who had their emo phase did you?" he laughs and again I'm given another reason to see him in another light.

As the song progresses we end up doing the call and response of it, with him settling on the guy's part and myself on the girl's and somehow it all just clicks. It's as if we were just two friends on a roadtrip together and it feels, nice? Right? I don't know but it's as if we'd known each other for our whole lives.

There's a comfortable silence once the song comes to a close and we both glance at each other a few moments later and laugh it off. "You weren't kidding when you said you had an emo phase" I tease and he laughs in response.

"We promised to be honest with each other have we not?" he chuckles after calming down a bit with me, wiping away the few tears that had fallen in the midst of my laughter. "You're right, we have" I respond and again we settle into a comfortable silence before he asks me a question to keep me talking.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he questions, glancing over at me before turning his attention back towards the road. "I mean there's not much to tell" I say, not having anything in particular stick out to me but he unsurprisingly presses nonetheless.

"There must be something going on in that pretty little head of yours" he teases I take in a sharp breath, his compliments always catching me off guard. "Why do you always compliment me and tease me like that?" I say quickly without giving my brain a second to stop me. "Tease you like what?" he asks with a huge smile, not expecting me to just come out and say it.

"Why do you do that Jungkook?" I ask, using his first name to show him I'm serious about this question. "Do you not like it when I compliment you?" he deflects. "Answer the question Jungkook" I reiterate since he doesn't have a care in the world at this point.

"Because you're beautiful" he admits as if it would have no effect on me. "I-" "What? You expect me to spend this much time with you and not come to notice how beautiful you are?" he asks, looking over at me as we reach a stop light. I sit there without an answer, not knowing whether I should acknowledge his words or just brush them off.

We had agreed to be less formal with each other but did he think that was a green light to trying to pursue me? I've gotta talk to Jesse about this.

"Looks like we made it just in time" he states a few minutes later as we pull up to the modiste, seeing that the kind woman that had helped us out before waving at us through the window.

"You ready?" he asks, scaring me at the sudden concern in his voice. "You're scaring me" I laugh off and watch as he gets out of the car and comes around to open my door for me.

"Let's just say it's going to be a long day" he explains, holding his hand out for me to take and I graciously do. Seeing how low these seats sink down I would probably make a fool out of myself if I were to try and get out on my own.

Once I stand up I stumble a bit and lose my footing leaving me bracing myself on his chest, my hands pressed firmly against his pectorals but I push off of them once I feel them flex under his incredibly tailored dress shirt and again lose my balance but he pulls me in close by the waist before I can manage to tumble back down into the car.

"You alright?" he smirks with his hand still firmly against my waist and his hand pressed against the car behind me, placing us in a similar position we had been in just last night. "I'm fine" I say after clearing my throat and placing my hand on top of the one he has on my waist as a way to request for him to let me go.

"Hey, are we okay?" He asks, tilting his head to meet my downward turned gaze. "Why wouldn't we be?" I question, felling on fire being this close to him. "I just hope I haven't made you feel uncomfortable. I really do think you're beautiful" he says, placing a hand on my cheek and bringing my chin up to face him.

"Can we talk about this later? She's watching" I ask, nodding toward the dressmaker inside who is clearly enjoying the show. "I don't mind, I just want to make sure that we're okay" he says, deepening his gaze if even possible and I just nod and utter a quick yes before slipping out of his grasp and speed walking to the door.

He braces both of his hands on the roof on the car I had just been leaning against and lets out a dry chuckle before pushing off and closing the door, catching the last glimpse of me scurrying into the shop. 'Cute' is the only word that comes to mind for him at our whole exchange and my reactions to it all and it would continue to be his reaction throughout the whole day as he watches me try to find the perfect dress.

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"Welcome back dearie" she greets me with a knowing smile, not even bothering to pretend she hadn't seen everything that transpired between Jungkook and I. "Good to see you again" I say, meeting her with a shy smile, hoping she won't address the topic, or at least with Jungkook right on my heels.

"I'm sorry ma'am in all of the excitement from the first time I had been here I never managed to catch your name" I say, scolding myself for forgetting to even ask. "You can call me Genevieve dear. And remember, I said you could lose the formality with me, especially since I would love to have some girl talk with you about Mr. Jeon" she teases with a wink and before I'm able to protest she's already greeting Jungkook right behind me.

"Mr. Jeon how lovely to see you again. I see you've both become better acquainted with each other since the last time you were here" she says, stopping Jungkook in his tracks and leaving me clearing my throat and awkwardly requesting that we get started.

I glance back at Jungkook and see how the tips of his ears have turned red, not having expected her to come right out with it but it makes me smile nonetheless, seeing once again that I'm not the only one that gets shy in this dynamic we have going.

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After trying on dress after dress after dress we can't seem to find the right one. "What about the dress you picked out when we first came here? That one won't work for this event?" I yell to Jungkook from behind the curtain as Genevieve helps me out of what feels like the hundredth dress.

"It doesn't fit the season nor the occasion. Just try on a few more and if we can't find one we can look through the catalogue and order one and come back for a fitting later on this week" he responds without a care.

"It'll be a bit of a tight squeeze in terms of time if we were to do it that way though" she warns me as she zips up the next dress and before I can even take ten steps out of the dressing room Jungkook has already disapproved of it.

"You don't like this one?" I question looking down at it, but then after having seen it in a different lighting realize that I hate it too. "You really want to ask me that question again?" he cocks a brow at me. I let out a sigh and my whole demeanor droops as I walk back into the dressing room.

"Hey" Jungkook says, walking up on me before I'm even able to close the curtain. "Don't scare me like that" I say, placing a hand over my chest as an automatic response. "Why don't we take a break? There's an Indian restaurant down the street from here so we can have lunch and then come back. That sound alright to you?" he asks and chuckles at seeing my face light up at the idea.

"I'll take that as a yes" he says with a smug smile. "Can you help me get out of this? Genevieve had a hard time with the zipper so I think her hands might be getting a little tired of doing this" I ask, turning my back to him and giving a perfectly innocent excuse as to why I'm seeking his help but I can see his amused smile in the small mirror that he doesn't seem to notice that's placed right in front of me.

"Of course Pretty" he smiles and he takes his time dragging the zipper down and his brows shoot up at the realization that I'm not wearing a bra with this dress and once he's finished he runs his finger along my spine, seeing a slight red mark from the constant rub of the zippers of multiple dresses and I see his brows draw together at the realization.

"Let's get you out of here. We can come back another day to continue but I think you've had enough" he says running his finger along the line once more, causing a shiver that I had been trying to hold back to run up my spine but at his concern for the slight marks the dresses had left on my skin he decides to ignore it.

"It's okay, let's go eat and once we're done I'll try on a few more. I feel like the both of us will be able to think a bit straighter on a full stomach. Don't you think?" I ask, turning around to face him with one arm placed over my chest to hold up the dress being the only space between him and my bare skin.

"If that's what you want" he says, his eyes tracing the slight bit of bare skin he's able to see on my chest and up to my eyes. "I'll just ask her to get a few more dresses ready for us while we're gone" he says and tells me through the curtain minutes later that he'll meet me outside.

"You're a sly one love" Genevieve says as I come out of the dressing room fully clothed. "What makes you say that?" I question, tilting my head in confusion. "You knew I was coming back in a few seconds but asked him to unzip the dress for you anyway" she says and I widen my eyes, surprised that she has seen that exchange. "Nothing goes on in this shop without me knowing love" she chuckles at my reaction and gives me a little jar of salve.

"What's this?" I question curiously, turning the jar over in my hands. "Mr. Jeon noticed the red marks the dresses left on your back and got worried so he asked me if I had anything that might with that" she says giving me a quick wink. "Now hurry along love and I'll see you soon" she says ushering me out and watching as I walk up to Jungkook leaning against my side of the car and looking up when he hears me coming.

"You sure you want to come back today? I can ask her to schedule another day for us to come back" he says, still leaning against the car with his arms now crossed over his chest and observing my form to see any signs of discomfort but the only thing that has me nervous are his wandering eyes.

"I'm fine Jungkook I promise" I say while looking down and pulling on the sleeve on my sweater in an effort to warm up my hands a bit and shield them from the cold. He hooks his finger under my chin and brings my eyes up to him and studies my features before making the decision that I'm still up for the task.

"Okay" he agrees, caressing my face for a second before using that same hand and places it on my waist and turns to open the car door and helps me in again. He places his coat over my lap, noticing that I'm shivering. I murmur a quick thank you before he closes the door, going around the car to get to the driver's side, waving at Genevieve before getting in the car as well.

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markanddebbie-protectionprogram · 8 months

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comparison and analysis on eve and mark's colors

i know this miggght be me overthinking but i really need to get it out of my system ahahajshajsha

Pink is definitely Eve's signature color, it's the main color of her costume yet somehow you don't see that in her casual attire. As for Mark, no doubt his signature color is blue (even yellow can be included), and that's obvious in both his costume and his casual attire.

this post contains pics from season 1 and the atom eve special, putting a cut here cause this is lowkey long so,,,, oops-

Eve wore pink a LOT when she was a kid, it's in her every outfit throughout all the time skips in the special. When a character has a signature color, it's something that's reflected in (nearly all of) their outfit/s.

So where did the pink go on Eve's casual attire on season 1? Where did she even got the idea of wearing yellow of all colors when it's so far from her favorite color? There's red that when you mix it with white, it gives you pink. So she could have had a red top and white pants in her current casual attire, but that's not the case.

We got our answer on who she got the idea of wearing yellow from in the Atom Eve special: it was from Betsy.

There's a key thing that I noticed from the shade of yellow Betsy wore and what Eve is currently wearing. Betsy's yellow seemed happier. It was more vibrant.

Comparing Betsy's yellow to Eve, Eve's yellow is lighter. It's dull. As if it was drained of its vibrancy. And with what we saw of Eve's past in the special, it checks out that she must've have become so, so tired of so many things.

In animated series, yellow is often associated with warm, happy, and energetic characters. But when it comes to cinematography, yellow represents other things. From the link, I think cowardice is the symbolism of Betsy's yellow - due to her fear of Eve not being "normal" and her inability to accept Eve as she is. And @mandareeboo even pointed out Betsy telling Eve to "try harder" which leads to the symbolism of yellow that I associate with Eve: insecurity. There is no bigger source of insecurity than having your own parent say that to you, especially at a young age when a lot of things feel they're scary and overwhelming that you need a parent to guide you through it but instead they just tell you to repress yourself.

It's no wonder that Eve's yellow looked pale in comparison to past Betsy's yellow, pretending for years must have been exhauasting.

(Before anyone comment that Zak could be the reason Eve wore yellow instead of Betsy, I have an explanation I'm going to be giving later so please bear with me on this one hahahsdfjahsfda)

Now on to Mark!!

In the Atom Eve special, Debbie wore no shades of either blue or green. In fact, her top's color leans more to give a nod to Nolan's signature color (red). That, and their family pictures from season 1 showed that aside from Debbie, there was a time that Mark wore red too.

Compared to Eve and Betsy, I find it so fascinating that the opposite applies for Mark and Debbie.

We can see that kid Mark's shorts and top are currently the colors of Debbie's top and pants.

It was a nice switch to see the mom's colors reflecting her child. You often see the kid copying the color of their parent/s. This doesn't necessarily mean Debbie copied Mark, as a mom, this is her way of commemorating her son.

The two stripes on Mark is a brighter shade of aquamarine while Debbie's top is a darker shade of Caribbean green, and both colors are near to each other in the color spectrum. Which is definitely something we can describe their relationship: they are close to each other.

I always thought that the stripes across Mark's chest was sort of a subtle design thing to show that he keeps his mom, who represents his humanity, close to his heart. Seeing that Debbie got her colors from kid Mark adds a whole new layer to it.

This is the part where I compare the then & the now:

The reason why I mentioned Eve would never have picked up yellow with Zak in mind was that he was just a temporary figure in her life. Eve used to wear pink so much before, it was her favorite - so one can assume that the color itself brought her joy. You see Betsy wearing pink (this is the episode Eve left "home"). So my reasoning for Betsy wearing this color was to appease Eve, while Eve wore yellow to represent her trying to please her mom.

For Debbie and Mark, it was crucial for Debbie to wear the colors Mark wore as a kid. Throughout the series, we see how desperate Mark wanted to be like Nolan, to be good with his powers so he can be a good hero. One would think that Mark would have incorporated red in his outfit, but he didn't. What stood in the place of red in Mark's outfits was yellow, a color that's close to red in the rainbow arrangement. Using the same link for the meanings of the color yellow in cinematography from earlier, Mark's yellow symbolizes two things: naivety and idealization.

See how Mark has a yellow button-up underneath his sweater? It's his naivety about his father, it's not all out there yet it's on all the ends of his sweater as if making sure you know that the yellow is something that should be seen. And Mark's yellow I in his costume? That's idealization. In his eyes, Omni-Man is (probably, I can't speak for Mark 100%) the best hero. He idolizes his dad, there was never a doubt about it. He has put Nolan in such a high standard that there was more yellow in his costume to represent his idealization rather than his own signature blue.

That's why it's so important that Debbie wore his colors from the Atom Eve special in season 1. That Mark sees that on his mom. It was a reminder of kid Mark. That even then, he was just as precious. That he mattered even wayyyy before he had powers. That he mattered because of his humanity.

[inhales deeply to catch my breath] NOW FOR THE FINAL PART!!

i'm sorry this is so long i had so many thoughts about colors, color symbolism in characters is so personal to me.

you guys can skip these pics and list cause this is kinnnnd of a stretch now hahajsdfha - feel free to go straight at the portion after the bullet points end, that's just my final ramblings dedicated for season 2

Back to topic of colors!! It's obvious at this point how relevant both Mark and Eve's moms are when it comes to their colors. So it leaves me with two remaining things about Mark and Eve: (1) the color red on Mark on his casual outfit and (2) the color pink on Eve on her casual outfit

The only moments we saw red on Mark that isn't blood is when he wore his bag. Now I know this is a pretty small thing but that bag could literally be ANY other color - and it isn't, it's specifically red. It could have been white to match his shoes or black to match his hair but it's neither of that. It's red. It's Nolan.

I think it's really important to know the relevance of that red bag, especially in those two pictures. (1) The moment Todd was harassing Amber and Mark wanted to intervene, it's totally obvious that Mark carries the heavy fact that at the moment, he's powerless unlike his dad. And it sucks. Cause he's his father's son and even though he carries his blood, at the time, he doesn't carry Nolan's powers. It doesn't stop him from defending Amber, but it still hurts bothliterally from Todd's hits and emotionally. Mark's carrying the feeling of inadequacy cause he has no idea how to defend himself in this situation, his dad never taught him how to fight because he didn't have powers.

(2) The second picture was Mark rushing to school because his training with his dad made him late for class. He got powers now, and it's literally dragging him from his education (among other things and that's including his relationship with Amber). His power of flight, no matter how fast it is, doesn't get him to places on time. Even when he got his powers, he still had problems. They actually piled up now.

Now as for Eve, sure her casual attire doesn't have any pink on it but her bags are pink!! (1) The first picture of her was when she and Mark met at school. During my first watch, I found it cute that she held on to the straps cause it's a little habit of mine when I wear backpacks. Then at the (2) other picture where she had her luggage out so she can run away from "home", I noticed they're pink too. And it's a small observation but compared to Mark that just lets his bag hang down, Eve holds on to her bags.

The bags are both pink, and pink is her color. It's not a piece or part of her, it's her. Pink has been something she deprived herself to wear but it's something she still wants to keep, even if it's just with bags. It's the thing she's comfortable to carry, it's something she wants to hold in her hands.

I know bags are a practical item for any student to have and I overthought a lot about their bags' colors but yeah hahasdfjasdfha I'm done with that now

CLOSING WORD TIMEEEE HAHAHADSFAHFAHA

man that was a lot, anywayssss

The season 2 poster showed that Debbie has a new outfit. As for Mark and Eve, they're both wearing their hero costumes.

Slight spoilers from the comics: When Nolan left, there was a time that Mark began to dress himself in a style similar to Nolan (I can't tag op for some reason :(().

I feel there's a big chance Mark and Eve will also have new casual attires this coming second season.

Mark is likely to dress similar to Nolan just like in the comics. He will definitely have questions about his identity now that he knew the truth about Nolan, so I think Mark won't be able to wear his usual colors to show that he's figuring things out.

Mark could also wear that blue and black costume, the one that doesn't have the yellow anymore. Because he won't be idolizing his father's heroic persona anymore.

Mark, of course, misses his dad but he won't be looking up to him anymore after what happened.

As for Eve's season 2 casual look though, now that she has her own treehouse and starting to feel free from her parents, I hope she allows herself to incorporate pink in her clothing. She deserves it <33

#invincible #atom eve special #mark grayson #debbie grayson #atom eve #samantha eve wilkins #betsy wilkins #long post #character analysis #color analysis #color symbolism #i will definitely edit this later but now imma pass out hahasjdfhadfa #would ya'll believe me that styling eve in sims is what led me to this color analysis rabbit hole? (w-would ya'll also like to see said sim #outfits i assembled for her-)#summer.txt #summer.jpg

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passionateseadruid · 19 days

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Snake King's bride 4

The announcement

⚠️CONTENT WARING: THERE WILL BE SOME MENTIONS OF PERIODS THIS CHAPTER! IT'S NOT THE WHOLE CHAPTER I'LL MARK WERE IT IS SO IF ANYONE IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT YOU CAN JUST SKIP. IT'S NOTHING GRAFFIC BUT I UNDERSTAND IF IT MIGHT MAKE SOME OF YOU UNCOMFORTABLE! ALSO FORCED KISSING FROM HERE ON OUT!⚠️ Sometimes I need to write shit for myself okay!

Two weeks had past since you'd met Charlie and Renesmee and her wife (Nina) had started to work for you. Renesmee had become a maid to you. Waking you up, helping you pick out your outfit, and she and Nina would have breakfast with you the days Lucifer didn't make you breakfast.

Nina was a tall succubus. She had cotton candy pink skin and hot pink hair, and her horns resembled a heart but they pointed outward. Nina wore a slick leather outfit with a bulletproof vest and forearm and shin pads. For a succubus Nina wasn't particularly curvy but she was very tall, 7 feet tall in fact. You didn't exactly make the best first impression with her because the first thing you said was "Dang where did the WNBA hide you?"

Other than the scowl she had on her face she was always cordial at breakfast. And she seemed to get along well enough with Pluto the head of Lucifer's security.

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WARNING PERIOD CONTENT AHEAD!

One morning you awoke in a pool of your own blood with a splitting pain in your abdomen.

"I'm dying." You mumbled.

"DARLING WHAT'S WRONG?" Lucifer bursts in with a puff of red smoke. He sees you on the bed dark red, almost black, on the sheets. He was in his normal outfit, minus the hat, jacket and cane.

"I'm so glad I used your old shirt as my pajama's last night." You mumbled and got up. "Did- Charlie is half angel."

"Yes?"

"But then again Lilith was human wasn't she? Well you do know what a period is. Do you have anything to deal with this?"

"Oh your uh- I'll have someone clean up the sheets and blankets. How about I run a bath for you and make you some food?"

"I'll go run a bath and if you decide to make me food you can have Renesmee or Styx deliver it."

"Nonsense! And let them see your body, especially before I get to? Unthinkable. Why are you so mean to me?"

"You're the one who caused this asshole.

"Well now we know when you're ovulating, next month I can take care of this problem for you~" You rush to the bathroom and lock the door. "Think about it! For nine months you would get to eat whatever you wanted and you wouldn't have to deal with a period~"

"Please just get me some pain meds and pads!"

Before you appeared a light pink bottle and a glass. Outside the door you hear a big thud and when you crack the door you see packets of every type of hygiene product you might need. Tampons, pad with and without wings, thin and thick. You name it it was in there.

"At least he's not asking me what size pussy I wear." You rolled your eyes.

(A/n: That's so Adam core, I miss him so much. ;-;)

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OKAY IT'S OVER

You get out of the tub and wrap a towel around you and step into your room to change into some sweatpants and a zipper hoodie.

"You uh... you look comfy." You quickly turn around and see Lucifer standing in the doorway, pancakes in his hands. His cheeks were even more red then the clown circles he has.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"I-I didn't see anything! Really! You just look so comfy. I never got to see Lilith in anything that didn't show off her curves so seeing my bride to be in something that looks so soft is... different. A good different for sure! Can I... can I have a hug please? I just want to feel how soft it is."

"No."

He rolls his eyes. He walks over to a little mahogany table between the bed and the bathroom. Couches on either side. "You know, I don't get you. I've given you everything you could ask for and more. But you don't seem to care. You just sit around in the library or in your room all day. You're not trying to get to know me like you claim. And another thing, I know that you're not traditional. I may not know what your reason for telling these lies is but I know when you lie."

'That's right. One of his epithets is the father of lies.'

"Thank you for what you've done for me this morning. But I'd like to be left alone."

"As you wish darling." He takes his leave.

Nina and Renesmee walked in and you sat on one of the couches to eat the pancakes that Lucifer made for you. Renesmee cleaned up the room and you looked at her. "Hey do you need any help?"

"Miss please we go through this every day. I'm your maid, and I'm sure the king would prefer if you didn't lift a finger."

"I don't care what the king says. I don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I'm fine miss. I'm much more equipped to be a maid than my position in my old job. I'm quick and I like rolling around on the janitor cart."

"I still feel bad. I've never had a maid in my life. On top of that the king is okay with this unfair social system where Imps are looked down upon simply because of how they were born. I'm not going to participate in that just because it's how the way things are."

"Ahem!" Styx Calls from the doorway. "Sorry to interrupt but the king has sent some files over regarding the Halloween ball that will be held at the end of the month. He also sent a note. 'Sorry to drop this on you doll but Lilith was usually the one to handle planning the events we hosted. I've sent over everything we have regarding past years, please see to it by the end of the day and if you could select one of the couples costumes I've chosen for us to wear.' "

You took the files from them and looked through them. "Thank you Styx... here this is the costume I want." You hand a photo to them and start looking through the other files. You spend the rest of the day getting it ready, with the help of Renesmee and Nina of course. Ordering decoration, hiring a caterer, hiring temporary staff to help attendants, renting furniture, booking a band, and making a guest list.

"Do you guys think they'll play monster mash?" You ask the women.

"I don't know what that is, miss." Renesmee shook her head.

"Human music my love." Nina said monotonously.

"What do you think you two will wear?"

"Oh! uh..." Renesmee looked away bashfully.

"We're not coming." Nina said in the same tone.

"What? Why?" You asked disappointed.

"We get one night off we're not spending it at work." Nina glared at you.

"Okay, you don't have to come. I just thought it would be fun to have you two there." You dropped the issue.

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At the end of the month you (unwillingly) got ready for the party. You put on a short red dress with a sweetheart neckline and an under bust corset, along with a small white waist apron. Several stylists crowd around you. Lucifer had cast an illusion on you earlier that day to transform you identically to how you looked the day you went to the mall with him. One of the stylists curled your hair, one worked on your nails, one worked on your make-up (applying bright red lipstick and such) and the last was supervising and communicating with Lucifer's stylists.

"No Sharron! I told you we cannot compromise on the ears. Madam Rouge personally made these designs, she's going to be there tonight, and if everything is not to her liking she is going to have a fit.

...

Well the king should have thought about that before he ordered it.

...

If he thinks it embarrassing maybe HE should have picked out the costume.

...

That's not my problem, Sharron. Madam Rogue isn't going to accept excuses, especially not "He was trying to make her more comfortable".

...

Like I JUST SAID Sharron. If the king thinks the faux fur ears are itchy he has to deal with it.

...

I don't care if he's the king Sharron! Fine if you're being a pussy I'll deal with it. Put him on the phone."

"I can deal with it ma'am."

"Would you? Thank you sweetheart, you're such a gem." She mutes the phone for a second. "Keep this between you and me, I prefer you over Lilith. That lazy bitch would NEVER have dealt with His Majesty when he's having one of his temper tantrums." You take the phone and un mute him as she keeps rambling. "He's worse than Vox and Val I swear. I don't care what Velvette says, that bitch is a liar, or she gives herself too much credit."

(A/n: Velvette and Vox! My BBGs❤️ Fuck Valentino! he's a piece of💩)

"Hi." You say into the unmuted receiver. "How are you?"

"Hi Darling! Everything is fine but the ears and gloves are kind of itchy. I'm glad that Rogue didn't insist on something weird for the tail like a-"

"Okay! Okay! That's enough. Look I know it might be uncomfortable but it's just for one night."

"I want a kiss for being good then."

"Fine. I'll see you in five'"

"Bye Darling~"

About an hour into the night you left Lucifer talking to some of his friends to go find some food. He wore all gray with wolf ears, claws, and a tail (attached to a belt; a tight leather one-piece with a faux fur collar; and some boots. You brought your red hood over your face to try to ward of lingering eyes trying to catch a peak at Lucifer's new bitch.

You looked back to the couple that he was talking to. An Imp almost his height with a green jester cap and a black and white stripped suit; paired with a tall demon with three faces dressed in a big ruffled red dress that had an open shirt in the front with pants.

You wandered around, looking at other people's costumes and trying to find the snack bar. That Madam Rouge lady had dressed up as Glenda from the wizard of Oz. There was a guy with a TV head who was dressed up like batman in the corner making out with a tall guy dressed up as the Joker. With a girl dressed up as Harley Quinn filming the whole thing.

You looked away and saw Charlie in a Green shirt with a big M on it and a matching tutu and bow and a girl next to her with gray skin and white hair dressed identically but in brown.

You wanted to make your way over to them but as soon as Charlie saw you she ran. You followed her to try and explain yourself. To try and see if she could get you out of Hell.

"That's her Vaggie!"

"Hun calm down."

"Dad's breaking all the rules for a woman he just met!"

"We don't know that."

"Vaggie! She's human! Living human souls aren't allowed in either of the afterlife's. My mom had to be turned into the first Succubus to even survive in Hell. This is breaking so many conventions. If he makes a deal for a soul he has to devour the person's soul or kill them and drag them to hell. He has a living human with him!"

'He certainly wants to devour me but not in the way you think Charlie.' you think.

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding. You could ask him."

"How can I ask him about her after I blew up at him!? How could he take a girl so young to be his wife? Vaggie she's so young she could be my grand kid!"

"Yeah but you've been alive for thousands of years Charlie. I don't think normal rules apply here."

"I just... wish that she had more time to experience independence before being thrust into this."

"He seems happy." This Vaggie girl said.

"I suppose. And I want him to be happy. He deserves to be happy. And she did invite us. Maybe she wants this. Okay. I'll go apologize to dad and tell him he has my blessing.

'Abort mission! Abort Mission!' You turn and run. You run so far away from the ball room you realize you've found yourself at the guest bathrooms.

"Wow! Hello cutie~" you turn around and see a man dressed as a vampire. "May I just say I love the costume! You're Luci's girl huh? What made you two want to be little red ridding hood and the big bad wolf."

"I felt it fitting. Him being a predator and me being his victim."

"Okay that turned dark real quick. Sold your soul to him huh?"

"No. I was sacrificed, by someone I thought was my friend."

"Oof. That's tough."

"I want to get away from him so badly." You confess. "I'm tired of him love bombing me steady."

"Maybe I can help. The names Agamemnon! I'm an up and coming overlord of Hell You sell your soul to me and I'll make sure you never have to talk to him again." He holds out his hand.

"Deal." You take his hand without thinking about it for even a second.

He takes off your cape, draping it over his arm and wraps his coat around you.

He led you through the ballroom toward the exit, and just when you are at the desolate foyer you two are blinded by a bright flash and when the light fades you look to Agamemnon and see that he is no longer standing nest to you, a pile of dust in his place, covering your red cape. You look back and see a seething Lucifer. His horns popped out, a small flame burning in between them, a halo surrounding his horns. His eyes were red, and he has puffing out smoke from his huffs.

He walked up to you and ripped off the coat burning it to ashes in an instant. He pulled the red cape back on you and grabbed on your wrist. "How DARE you! You sold your soul to a filthy SINNER? I've tried to be good. I've tried to seduce you. I've let you have your space. I've spoiled you. I was willing to give you time to fall in love with me. And yet apparently it hasn't been good enough for you. You know what? No more! You will be my wife, you will have my children, and you will LOVE ME!!" He pulled you back to the ball room. "If you say anything in there to ANYONE I'll kill your entire fucking family." He burst in and pulled you up on stage with him. "Attention everyone!" He smiled and continued. "We have an exciting announcement for you all! My beautiful bride and I are getting married in six months!" Your blood ran cold. For trying to run away he cut your time to escape in half. He knows what you're trying to do, but he needs time to prepare a wedding. He just got back into Charlie's good graces so he can't rush a wedding and mess things up.

For the rest of the night You stood next to him, his arm gripping your waist in a death grip, getting congrats and passive aggressively asking for an invitation.

"Hi..." Charlie came up to you and her dad. "I know that we didn't start off on the wrong foot, I've apologized to dad but I'd like to apologize to you as well."

"No that's okay. I grew up on the evil stepmom trope. I wouldn't blame you if you tried to shoot me with a shotgun but accidentally shot your dad and tried to frame me. I get it."

"Okay?"

"Have you never seen legally blonde?"

"No?"

"Oh, sorry to spoil the ending then."

"Anyway, I'm happy to have you join the family." She pulled you in for a hug. You hugged back as to not piss off Lucifer any more than you already had.

After the party Lucifer carried you to his room. you protested profusely and he threw you onto the bed. He held you down and snapped his fingers as your costume swapped into that of one of your night gowns. Your costume laid forgotten on his bed floor. He threw off his clothes and stayed in his boxers. "Don't get this twisted. This is not fun sexy times. I'm boing to hold you here tonight to make sure you understand that YOU. ARE. MINE."

"okay..." You nodded obediently. He pulled the covers over you both and wrapped his arm around you. His chest to four back.

"Goodnight doll. I hope you have sweet dreams of me~"

You said nothing as you cried yourself to sleep.

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i've only ever dipped my toes into lmk, can you give me a light summary on the significance of blue in mk's new character design?

So in lmk, characters are often associated with a color. You have purple for Macaque, pink for Ne Zha and Pigsy, green for Mei, red for Red Son (lol), blue for LBD, yellow/gold for SWK, MK, and Tang, the list goes on—a characters "color" is important to how they're portrayed!

For example, in the episode 1x09 "Macaque", we see MK's color change from yellow to purple, which visually (and I'd say impactfully) shows the effect Macaque's mentoring has on him:

We also see color changes denote significant effects for other characters!

Take Wukong's possession as for example. Wukong goes from his normal, warm/yellow color palette to a cold blue:

His eyes, outfit, and abilities all change color, showing the Lady Bone Demon's complete control over Wukong.

This same color shift is seen in Mei, with her colors going from Green, to Red, then back to Green, with the final change cementing her progress and control over the Samadhi Fire:

All that to say a characters main color is important, and changing the color is a big deal for the character and for the narrative.

So what's the deal with MK and teal?

Teal/blue are a colors often associated with the Lady Bone Demon and the Underworld:

MK's color palette has incorporated more and more teal across the seasons (as can be seen here!). That on it's own wouldn't be enough, but this along with the fact that he fought a shadow/teal version of himself, he seems to have some association with the curse/underworld, AND we see a little smudge of teal in the top right corner of his golden power in 4x08:

All of it points to a scary color palette shift for MK!

(Of course Wukong has teal in his design as well, but it's the fact that the teal in MK's design keeps increasing, even overtaking the yellow, like it does in the 5th anniversary lego set.)

I also don't know if this is significant in the slightest, but I'll always think about Mei burning away MK's outer yellow jacket to reveal the teal hoodies underneath:

The way he's able to directly withstand the samadhi fire feels like it means something, so I'm noting it down here!

Well see if this is relevant anywhere, lol

#hope this clears things up!#tldr: teal is a bad color #UNLESS it's associated with sandy #then it's fine #but that's just a color theory #a lego color theory!#thanks for watching #lmk #lego monkie kid #asks #lmk analysis #lmk MK

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Notes on the JWCT Trailer

This will include spoilers and also my possible theories for events that will happen in the show so if you don't want to read that then keep scrolling.

Why is future Brooklynn always shoving her face into cameras?? Fits her character, I guess. In all serious, I love her new design even if it's only for a few seconds, the hair suits her face really well.

ALSO SHE'S DEAD????? I mean I had a feeling that if it were to be one of the campers it be her, but to have it confirmed is insane.

I secretly believe she's not dead and I might make another post about that. Unless we actually see her die I won't believe it.

Darius is never going to escape this guilt and the pressure of being responsible for the lives of others, is he? Give my baby a break.

Also I'm so used to referring to the campers as my babies but now they're grown ass adults that are significantly older than me, like what?

I'm excited to see what's actually going to be on Dark Jurassic bc we know people are tracking dinosaurs but I want to know all of the crazy conspiracies.

Why are they after the campers? That's my biggest question. I truly can't wait to see who's hunting them and why.

AHHH the rest of the campers are 100% confirmed. It was kind of obvious after the leaks and the show description but actually seeing them is making me feel some kind of way.

YASAMMY. As for if Sammy and yaz are still together, that's what I'm interested in. The way Ben was talking, it seems like everyone is separated, which would include Sammy and Yaz. It's possible that they could be physically together but I feel like that it would also make it way more easier to track everyone down if two of the three people were already with each other. This doesn't necessarily mean that they're now separated, they could always just be doing long distance or whatever. My theory is that Yaz and Sammy broke up at one point--Why? I don't know--just to make the separation/isolation between the campers more drastic but then that classic thing will happen where the two characters part of a larger group have broken up but are forced to regroup with everyone else, and therefore each other, and it's awkward at first, especially with the close proximity but then they begin to rekindle their relationship and make amends. Sometimes that ends with one of them dying at the end but praying that won't happen. If they're not together then this is the only alternative I'll take. Sammy and Yaz do seem to be very cutesy in the later scenes so it doesn't seem tooo out of reach.

The scene where Ben's van is driving along a road is giving major Texas vibes -> Sammy?? My guess is that she's the first they go to find.

I love Sammy's new design; her outfit just feels like her and the pink hair ends are everything I need. An homage to Brooklynn maybe? We all know Sammy was her biggest fan.

Also the clip of her seems to be like a fair or something which makes sense but it also looks like a couple of things are knocked over like a pole and a bucket. Also she's taking up a defensive stand. Could there have been like a county fair that was attacked by dinosaurs? That's what I'm thinking.

Kenji's design is cool. I don't have much to say about it but it feels like him enough. My boy is also getting active, I see. Is that his coping mechanism? Such a stark contrast to the lazy boy we once knew.

Yaz's new design I like. She's my favorite so I feel like I might me most critical about her design. Her hair is super cute but it's also taking a bit to get used to because in one clip she reminded me of Marinette from Miraculous Ladybug and I can't unsee it but it looks great in her first clip. I love the bangs. I'm curious about the background in that clip, I wish we got to see more of it. It looks sort of like a metal fence so could she be in Texas with Sammy. Later, I'm going to propose a theory that might oppose this idea though.

The next scene with the mysterious man is interesting. Is he one of the guy hunting them? The phone also seems to pink which does't seem like a color he would have. You want to know who would have a pink phone?? BROOKLYNN. I saw a theory by @snaileo which I like, that it's Brooklynn's phone which seems plausible. Perhaps it could be directly after Brooklynn's been attacked and sent that video to the others (Ben?) to warn them. So now the campers would know they're being hunted or whatever which could be the potential "problem" the guy is talking about. Just an idea.

I can't fucking wait until May 24th

The next scene definitely has to take place on Sammy's ranch. It's got that Texas terrain and there's also those pasture fence things and Sammy's in the scene. (And Bumpy too??? FUCKING YESSS). She also kind of moves in front of Ben and Darius like, "who the fuck is coming to my ranch??" Maybe I'm just overanalyzing that but we do know Sammy gets defensive over her ranch. Ben and Darius probably went to her first by the looks of it as Kenji and Yaz aren't pictured. Anyways, I'm so excited to see this place that Sammy committed corporate espionage for.

The scene with Ben in the kitchen place area talking about the raptors has a bunch of boxes in the background. I'm thinking this might still be Darius' cabin but the walls and general atmosphere seem a lot lighter. It could just be because it's day in that scene. Whoever's place it is, the boxes likely either mean that somebody's just moved in or that whoever lives there is prepared to leave at a moment's notice which is why I think it's Darius' cabin. At the same time, the door that's seen for a split second on 0.25 (yes that's the speed I'm watching it at, they're lucky I can't go slower) doesn't seem like a door that would belong in his cabin. It kind of reminds me of an RV. I do have to go and re-watch the teaser trailer to remind myself of what his cabin looks like. But if it's not Darius' place then who could it be? It could be Kenji's place because he looks all comfortable on the bed but then again, it's Kenji, he'll make himself comfortable anywhere. Maybe it's where Ben is staying. I'm probably looking way too deeply into this location but I need to know every detail until the show comes out.

The next scene obviously takes place in Sammy's house/ranch. One, she's there. Two, the overall home has that western/southern vibe to it, like with that swinging door thing. Three, if you look closely enough, there's a sign that says, "love hard, ranch harder," which, honestly that's definitely something that would be in Sammy's house. Four, if you still need proof, the thing she knocks over is a pitch fork thing which is very farmer-y. Also that door that she runs out of? That is a southern-door if I've ever seen one. Im jk but also I'm not. I wonder if this is happening before or after Ben and Darius arrive there. I want to say it's after because of the, "they found us," that precedes the scene but if so, where are they in that moment? An idea I have is that this scene happens first, and as she's running, she stumbles upon those two which is where we have that other scene where the car is driving up which could be the people who are handling/using the raptors. Edit: probs wrong bc the sky/times don't match

I cannot read maps for the fucking life of me. Does anybody know what it's of? I wonder where, when, and how Sammy acquired that map from Brooklynn because it could likely mean that Brooklynn had more contact with people before she "died." I just really want to find out the mystery surrounding her death/disappearance. What does the note say, hmm?

I ran out of space so I have to make a Pt.2 lmao

#jurassic world chaos theory #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jwcc #jwct #jwct spoilers #ben pincus #darius bowman #brooklynn jwcc #(what's brooklynn's last name will we never know?)#kenji kon #sammy gutierrez #yasmina fadoula #yasammy #i'm spiraling #can you tell #somebody sedate me #analysis #looking way to deeply into stuff

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 3 months

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☆Idol, Idol☆

Murmur was making room on his desk for more akudol merchandise. Humming happily as he added the new additions to his collection.

"Geez, don't you have enough of that shit already?" Eito asked while lighting a cigarette. "Absolutely not! Star-Chan just came out with a new poster that I need to buy and have them autograph!"

Furcus looks up from one of her many books. "Aren't you running out of desk space?" "Who needs a desk? This is a shrine for my precious Star-Chan!"

"Aren't all akudol's basically the same? I don't understand why you need to be so obsessed with this one in particular." March pokes at one of the figurines which Murmur promptly slaps his hand away.

"Star-Chan is different! They've been performing since I went to school here. And they always remember me. And they call me their number one fan! And they've personally given me front row tickets before!"

"Oh, Devi, their feeding your obsession." "What does your spouse think about all this shit?" Murmur gasps offended.

"For your information, we both like akudols, and they don't mind my collectibles. They even managed to get me a ticket for their concert today!"

Murmur buzzed with excitement. Happy to see his favorite akudol, but sad his partner always seemed to be busy for those concerts. He had hoped bond with them over this akudol too.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Fixing your hair and makeup as you got ready for your concert tonight, you smiled at your reflection. "You mean even after all these years, your husband still doesn't know you're Star-Chan?" Your manager asked.

You giggled and fixed your outfit. "Nope! Isn't that adorable? He's so excited when he sees either side of me. I love it!"

"Are you sure you want to retire? You still have several years left in your career." "I'm getting older. Akudols is a younger demons game. Besides , I can still perform. But I want to perform as myself and not Star-Chan."

You test your mic. Your manager sighs and leans against the wall. "I guess I can't force you to continue. But are you sure you want to announce it tonight?"

"Yep!" You chirp as you slipped on your heels. You could hear the roar of the crowd. "You know what they say, 'it's now or never' if I don't do it tonight I never will."

The peppy beat starts, and you strut onto the stage. A bounce in your step as you hear the roar of the crowd. You see Murmur in the front row cheering. You give a little wave and start the song.

☆I can't help it if I make a scene, stepping out of my hot pink limousine. Turning heads, and I'm stopping traffic. When I pose they scream, and when I joke they laugh.☆

You see the neon glowsticks and banners waving frantically around. You brush your hair out of your face. Leaning towards the edge of the stage where your fans can almost touch you.

☆I've got a pair of eyes that they're getting lost in. They're hypnotized by my way of walking.☆

You laugh and back away from eager hands swaying your hips playfully. You wave your finger in a scolding manner. You flaunt your dazzling charisma, ensuring you have the crowds' undivided attention.

☆I've got them dazzled like a stage magician. When I point, they look, and when I talk, they listen.☆

You stop in the middle of the stage, looking out at the crowd. So many had shown up. So many cheering your name.

It's been a great journey to reach where you were today. You couldn't have done this without your fans. How wonderful it was to have them.

☆Well, everybody needs a friend, and I've got you, and you, and you. So many I can't even name them. Can you blame me? I'm too famous!☆

You smirk confidently as you place your hand over your heart. You spread your wings and take flight. Spinning and twirling around the room.

Your fans become more excited reaching up for you. But you only reach out for one. Your husband. You adore his shocked face as you drag him on stage.

☆Haven't you noticed that I'm a star? I'm coming into view as the world is turning. Haven't you noticed I made it this far?☆

You face him and let your magic disguise drop. His jaw hits the floor. You laugh and kiss his cheek. You adored his reactions.

☆Now everyone can see me burning. Now everyone can see me burning. Now everyone can see me burn~ing.☆

The stage lights shut off. The curtains close. None of that matters, though. They only thing that matters is what you'll husband will say.

"I... i... can't believe it." You bite your lip worried. It turns out you didn't need to worry. "I'M MARRIED TO STAR-CHAN!!!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!"

You gasp startled as he picks you up. You both end up laughing as he spins you around. "Do you realize what this means?" He asked.

You shake your head amused. "You can sign all my new Star-chan merch!!!!" You can't help but laugh hysterically as he sets you down and pulls off his backpack shoving newly bought items into your hands.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #murmur #steven universe #songfic

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The Color Pink (Part 9)

This one is fucking long. Buckle up.

Hazel came home after another long, slow day at the cafe. Business was still dull. Her only customer seemed to be The Vigilante, but things grew tense between them as she spent more time with The Noise. The Vigilante always seemed to have something curt to say. However, she hadn't seen The Noise much since he had been so overwhelmed by work. She was so bored around her house. She just sat around waiting for 7 p.m. to come. She was always excited to get her daily phone call from Theodore, even if it was just him explaining that he was too tired to talk. The time finally came, and her phone rang. She answered it without hesitation. "Hello?"

"Hey! It's me," Theodore greeted.

"Hey! I was waiting for you to call."

"I was wondering if you wanted to do something tomorrow. I know you're usually off on weekends."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"Of course! What were you thinking we do?"

"I don't know... I was hoping you would have some ideas."

"Um... Hm... Maybe we could just do something casual, like hanging out at the park or one of our houses."

"Oh! Uh... I think I'd prefer the park. I'd feel more comfortable with that."

"I understand that. It's supposed to be super nice out."

"Cool! What time were you thinkin'?"

"How about one or two?"

"One works for me. The sooner the better."

"Okay!"

"I have this thing where if I have plans later in the day, I won't really do anything else. I get stuck in waiting mode."

"Same here! I thought it was just me!"

"I think it's an ADHD thing."

"You have ADHD, too?"

"Yep! Got it bad."

"That's crazy!"

"I kind of suspected that you had it. No offense. It sort of takes one to know one."

"I guess that's true. I don't try to hide it. I guess looking back, I can see it in you now."

"It's kind of the basis of my whole character."

"I can see that."

"What park where you thinkin' we go to?"

"Hmm... There's that one in the Gnome Forest that's real pretty. We can go loiter around there!"

"I think I know which one you're talking about. I think it's literally called "Picnic Park" since nearly everybody who visits has a picnic."

"We could do that."

"Maybe. We would have to be careful of the bees, though."

"Oh yeah... I guess we could just walk around."

"If we get hungry, we could always go somewhere."

"The Gnome Forest has a lot of good places to eat."

"Exactly! So... I guess I'll see you then?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, cool! I'm gonna let you go so I can get some rest. I'm a little tired from working."

"I get it. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Yep! If anything happens, just call me and let me know!"

"Of course! Goodnight, Theodore."

"G'night, Hazel."

The Second Date

Hazel was ecstatic. She finally got to go on another date with The Noise. At this point, she didn't like him for being a celebrity. She liked him for who he was. Of course, she was amazed that her celebrity crush was interacting with her, but now she saw him as just a regular crush. She had waited for what seemed like forever until it was time to get ready. She didn't want to do anything special to her appearance, but she still wanted to look her best. She went to the vanity and sat in front of it. Her hair was already curled at the ends like she usually kept it.

She hummed in thought. What was she going to wear? She went through her closet and dresser drawers. After several minutes, she finally decided on an outfit; a cropped sleeveless white turtle neck with a cropped pink cardigan with high waisted straight leg jeans and white platform sneakers with pink laces. She grabbed a fuzzy white mini purse to finish her look.

She picked up the phone and dialed a cab. It arrived shortly after, and she ran into it excitedly. "Where to," the cab driver asked?

"Picnic Park in the Gnome Forest," she responded.

The pig man driving the cab nodded and drove off. She watched out the window excitedly as they cruised through the tower. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. They quickly reached the park. She paid and got out. She looked around, but she didn't see Theodore. Even though she knew better, she was worried he wouldn't show. She wandered through the park hoping to find him. He arrived shortly after she did and called out to her. She came running, but she couldn't run very quick in the platforms. When she reached him, she jumped onto him in a hug, nearly knocking him down. He caught her and twirled her around. He smelled pleasantly like a gentle cologne.

"Hey, you," he greeted with a huge smile. He was wearing a white "Thrasher" t-shirt overlapped by a denim jacket with solid black jean pants and black "Vans" shoes.

"Hey," she put her fists to her chest in excitement.

"You look cute," he scanned her from head to toe.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh," she giggled, "thanks." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "You look cute, too."

He scratched the back of his head and blushed. "Nah, I look like a mess."

"Shush," she pushed him playfully, "take the compliment."

"Fine, fine."

"So, what were you thinking we do?"

"I don't know. I was hoping maybe to just walk around and," he shrugged, "enjoy the scenery. Talk and get to know each other better. I mean, I've been so busy with work, it'd be a nice change of pace just to talk to you."

She was still smiling. "It sounds like a good idea. I enjoy simple things. I'm not hard to please. Plus, I like the flowers in the park."

"Well, come on," he held out his hand, "let's go."

She looked at his hand with a slightly shocked expression. "Oh," she grabbed his hand, and their fingers intertwined. She smiled once again. "Right." They walked side by side down a stone path. Their arms swung back and forth as they strutted along.

"So," she spoke, "how's everything been? I haven't seen you since..." She chuckled nervously, "I think the last time I saw you was when we bumped into each other at the bar?"

"At the bar," he asked, confused.

"When you were drunk."

"Oh, my gosh." He face palmed with his free hand. "I'm still so embarrassed about all of that."

"Please, you didn't do anything to upset me."

"I acted like a total fool!"

She stopped and pushed his arm to make him face her, their hands still together. "Stop it. You didn't do anything wrong. You were funny, actually."

"Was I? I don't really remember what I said."

"You were giving your pig friend a ton of trouble."

"James? Oh yeah, I always give him shit, especially when I'm drunk."

"He kept yelling at you for hugging me a bunch."

Theo chuckled. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, too."

"Shut up," she said teasingly. "It was silly. If I didn't like it, I would've just pushed you off. You know I don't take shit."

He laughed again. "It's funny when you're assertive."

"Well, people see my sweet demeanor and assume I'm a pushover. I don't stand for that."

"Oh, yeah, the pushover doesn't stand."

She hit his arm playfully, "Shut up!"

He cackled and nudged her shoulder. "Don't hit me!"

"What, you scared?" She puffed out her chest and taunted him.

He threw her arm over his head and hoisted her over his shoulder. She screeched in surprise and kicked out.

"Put me down," she yelled through laughter. "Put me down!"

"Don't dish it if you can't take it!"

He carried her for a few steps before he put her down gently. She charged at him, but he grabbed her arms. She swung around and kicked at him, both of them laughing hysterically.

"Okay, okay, okay," he said through chuckles, "stop, stop."

She stopped, and he let go of her wrists. "Don't dish it if you can't take it," she spoke in a mocking tone.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes. "Come on," he grabbed her hand again. "Let's go."

She smiled as she looked at him. "Okay, I'll behave."

"Thank you."

"For now," she giggled.

As they started to walk off, it began to drizzle. The rain started off lightly, but picked up very quickly. Before they could even process it, the rain was pouring down on them. Hazel put her hand up to shield her eyes. Theodore swiftly took off his jacket and held it over her head. "Come on," he said, "let's go to that pavilion." They ran over to a small pavilion. It covered a small patch of concrete and a few picnic tables. They sat at one of the tables across from each other. Theo put his jacket beside him. The two of them looked over and watched the rain.

"Shit, that came out of nowhere," he spoke.

"Yeah, I didn't even know it was going to rain today," Hazel exclaimed.

"It wasn't supposed to! I checked like five times."

"Aw, man." She looked at him. "Theo, you're soaked!"

"Eh, I'm okay."

"You didn't have to shield me. I would've been fine."

"It was first instinct. I mean, you're wearing crop tops."

"But you must be freezing!"

"It's a little cold, yeah. I'll be fine, though."

"No, you're gonna get sick!"

"Hazel, I'll be fine."

She grunted. "Maybe we should just... Go home and change."

"What? We've barely been here for a half hour."

"No, I mean, go home, change, and maybe do something else? We could go get food or watch a movie or something."

"Oh! Yeah, I guess that could work."

"Okay," she pulled her cell phone out of her purse. "I can call a cab and-"

"No, save your money, I'll drive us."

"What? No, no, no, I don't want to be a bother."

"Hazel." He grabbed her hand. "You're not going to bother me. Let me drive you so you don't have to take three different cabs."

"Oh, okay, fine."

"We're gonna have to run through the rain again, though."

"Alright."

The two of them got up, and Theo pulled out his keys. He went to hold his jacket over her head, but she grabbed one side while he held the other. "We'll share it," she said. He chuckled and held part of the jacket over his head, too.

He grabbed her hand. "Ready?"

She nodded at him.

"Okay, go!"

The two of them took off, laughing as they held hands. Rain soaked the jacket held above them. It was a fair distance between them and the parking area. They got to his car, and he let go of the jacket. She held it over her head as she went to the other side. He quickly unlocked the car, and they got in. They caught their breath and continued to laugh. "Holy shit," Theo sighed. His hair was dripping wet and his shoulders were drenched. Hazel only had a handful of drips on her.

"Oh, my gosh," she put her hand on her chest and leaned back into her seat. "I can't believe that just happened." She let out a small chuckle.

"I know, right?" Theo had a huge smile on his face. He suddenly felt nervous as they sat side by side.

"I feel bad getting your nice car all wet."

"Oh this? Nah, it's alright. I wasn't really looking for anything fancy. I mostly bought it so the salesman would leave me the fuck alone."

"What kind of car is it?"

"Cadillac CTS."

"A cadillac?! And you're claiming it isn't nice?" She crossed her arms.

"I'm not saying it isn't. I'm just saying, a little rain water won't hurt it."

"Uh huh, okay, you're not trying to act all humble."

"No, I totally want to impress you with my expensive-ass car," he said sarcastically.

She hit his shoulder jokingly. "Shut up."

He chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

The two of them smiled and made eye contact for a minute. Hazel felt butterflies in her chest. He started up the car and spoke, "Alright, just give me the directions."

"For what?"

"To get to your place."

"You don't want to go to yours, first? You're soaked..."

"I'll be fine."

"Theo!"

"Right or left?"

"Theodore!"

"Right or left?!"

"Oh, my gosh, you're so stubborn!"

He got a worried look on his face. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"What? Oh, no, no, no, no, no! I was just playing with you."

"Oh," he sighed in relief. "Sorry, I just... I actually can be really stubborn, sometimes."

"No, I didn't mean to alarm you." She rubbed his arm, and he smiled at her. "You can take a right out of here. Then at that tree, take a left."

"Okay."

It was only a short drive over to Hazel's house. It was a small, humble abode in a normal-looking neighborhood. They pulled up in her driveway, and Theo put the car in park. "Okay," she said as she unbuckled, "come on." Theo gave her a confused look. She nodded her head towards the door. "Let's go."

"Huh," he responded, "I thought I was waiting out here."

"No, that'd be rude. Now, come on!"

Theodore and Hazel quickly got out of the car and ran to the door. She unlocked it as fast as she could, and they went in. Her house was sweet but petite. The walls were a off-white color. She had a small brown love seat couch in front of a T.V. on a wooden stand. On the stand were small decorative dolls. There were family portraits on the walls, as well as some metallic floral decorations. Theo looked around feeling slightly nervous. "Stay here," Hazel poked his chest. "I'll grab you a towel. She turned the corner and opened up a small closet. She grabbed a towel and ran up to Theodore. "Thanks," he smiled as he took the towel and began to dry off his hair. "I'll be back," she spoke as she ran off.

Theodore stood there and waited. He was stiff as a board, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Her house was incredibly clean. He toweled off his shoulders and tried his best to dry off his shirt. Hazel came out pretty quickly. She came out in a over-sized pastel pink cardigan buttoned up with a lacy white camisole tank top underneath. She also wore straight legged soft pants and white Converse sneakers. Her cardigan was so big that the sleeves covered her hands, but it was one of her favorite shirts. "Sorry," she said, "I figured I'd put on something more comfortable than stylish."

"What do you mean," Theo responded, "you look cute."

She slapped him jokingly with her sleeve. "You say that with anything I wear."

"Cause you look good in everything."

She slapped him repeatedly with her long sleeves. He chuckled and put his arm up as defense. "Okay, come on," she grabbed his hand and headed for the door, "let's go to your place so you can get changed."

"Oh, uh-"

"What? You gonna change in the sewer?"

"Well, my house is sort of... shitty."

She tilted her head and crossed her arms. "Theodore. You said the same thing about your expensive car." She grabbed an umbrella with one hand and his hand with her other. "Now, come on, let's go." She opened up the umbrella as they stepped out, and they ran under the umbrella together until they got to his car.

They came into an average neighborhood to a medium-sized house. Hazel was a little surprised. She was expecting something big and fancy like his car was. As they pulled into the driveway, Theo sighed, "Alright, so, I'm gonna warn you now. My house is... old. I've only been in it for a few years, but I'm not necessarily the best at keeping up with cleaning or maintenance. So... It's a little messy."

Hazel shrugged. "What, are you a hoarder or something?"

"No, no. I just... hate cleaning."

"Who doesn't? I doubt your house is as bad as you think it is. You think I'm gonna care if you didn't clean the whole thing before I came here?"

"Um..."

"No! You've barely had time to sleep the last few weeks. I understand if your house is a little messy."

He took a deep breath. "Okay, let's go."

Hazel opened her umbrella and laughed as they ran to the door. Theodore was incredibly nervous. He felt a little insecure of his house at times, and now was especially one of them. He held the door for her. She closed her umbrella and shook off the excess water as she walked in. She turned around and observed her surroundings. There was a leather couch and a glass coffee table over a pale tan rug across from a T.V. on a glass mount. There were family portraits and small pieces of artwork scattered around the walls. Hazel walked in further. "This is what you were worried about?!"

"I know, it's-"

"It's fine, Theodore! It's not messy! Oh, so what? Your glass table has some smudges on it here and there. Oh no!"

"Hazel, please..."

"Theo," she walked up to him and held his upper arms. "You don't have to be insecure. I don't care. You're not a hoarder, you don't have rotting food everywhere, you don't have roaches; your house is fine!"

He sighed. "Okay, I'm sorry. I just... I don't know what came over me."

"Now go get changed before you get a head cold." She patted him on the arm as he walked off. She sat on the couch as she waited. She looked around and saw a photo of a young, tiny Theodore with his mother. She smiled. It was a cute picture.

In his room, Theodore was doing his best not to freak out. Despite his opinion, his house was quite nice and humble. It wasn't super fancy like his car was, but he still couldn't seem to shake the feeling of insecurity. He got changed into a yellow hoodie with an orange hood and strings. He put on some casual black pants and slipped on some checkered slide on canvas shoes. He took a deep breath before he headed back into the living room. Hazel was no longer on the couch...

"Hazel," he called out.

"I'm in here!"

He walked into his kitchen, Hazel was just walking out of it. "Sorry," she said, "I got nosy."

"It's fine..."

"Your house is nice, Theo. It's not a mansion, but it's not a straw hut, either. I'm not going to judge you for having a few dishes in your sink."

"Oh, my gosh," he laughed it off. "You're ridiculous. So, where do you want to go?"

"Huh?"

"Well, we could go grab some food or go watch a movie."

"How about we just stay here?"

"What?"

"We can watch a movie here, right?"

"Oh, uh, I guess. I have a few movies I've been meaning to watch, I just haven't had time."

"Great! We can watch them together."

"Okay..."

Hazel dragged Theodore over into the living room. He had a couple movies on one of the shelves of the T.V. mount.

"You want to choose one," he asked her.

"Yeah, sure." She went over to the mount. She looked through three different DVDs. She hummed as she thought. "This one!" She held it up with excitement.

"Okay, cool." Theo came over and knelt down. He powered on the DVD player and put in the movie. Hazel went over to the couch and waited. As everything was set up, Theo came and sat next to her. She scooted over until they were hip to hip. She leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped both of her arms around his one. Theo's heart was racing, and his body went stiff. She could feel how tense he was.

"Relax," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," he sighed. "I don't know why I'm so anxious."

"I know why... but I won't say it."

"What?"

"Figure it out." She smiled, remembering what he had said to her when he was drunk.

After a few hours, the movie finally came to an end. Hazel and Theodore both had disgruntled looks on their faces. They faced each other.

"So..." Theodore started. "What did you think?"

"It sucked," Hazel exclaimed.

Theo burst into laughter. "Oh, thank fuck, I'm not the only one. I didn't want to seem like I was being cocky since I make movies."

"No, no, that was awful! I mean, the plot made absolutely no sense! It was so rushed. Another hour would've done the movie good."

"And maybe different writers."

"Yes! It was terrible!"

The two laughed together for a moment. "Want to watch another one," Theo asked.

"Maybe. What time is it?"

Theo looked over his shoulder. "It's 6:30."

"No, I should probably be heading home by now."

"Okay."

"I'll call a cab."

"I can drive you."

"I will call a cab. I appreciate you being so nice to me, but I'd really hate to be a bother. Truthfully, I need a little time to decompress."

"Oh, okay. I understand."

Hazel called up a cab, and it wasn't too far away. Theo walked her over to the door, and they hugged their goodbyes. As they pulled away, Theo ran his hand down her arm and grabbed her hand. He looked from her eyes to her lips then back to her eyes with a smile on his face.

"This might seem out of line," he says. "You know what? Nevermind."

Hazel tilted her head. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Come on." She stood on her toes for a second then back down. "You can tell me."

"I don't want to scare you."

"Whaaat?"

"Um..." He cleared his throat. "Can I kiss you?"

Hazel gasped. "What?!"

"Sorry, sorry, I know that was weird." Theo got incredibly nervous.

"Yes!"

"Sorry-"

"No, I mean, yes, you can kiss me!" She giggled and bounced excitedly.

"Wait, really?" He smiled, a little shocked.

"Yes! Please!"

He chuckled nervously. "Okay, um..." He held the side of her face and closed his eyes as he slowly leaned in. Hazel closed her eyes, but she started squealing and giggling in excitement. Theo pulled back and laughed.

"Sorry, sorry," she giggled, "I just... Hehehehe!"

"Just tell me when you're ready."

She took a few deep breaths. "Okay, I'm ready."

He gently grabbed the side of her neck with his other hand on her hip and leaned in, but she started to smile and squeak again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She giggled. She took another deep breath. "I'm ready, I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I promise this time."

"One more time, okay? If you're too nervous, I won't do it."

"No, I'm not nervous. I mean, I am, but I'm also just excited!" She chuckled again.

He grabbed her chin and slowly leaned in. She closed her eyes once he got close. He closed his eyes, leaned his head to the right, and kissed her softly. She put her hands on his jaw as she kissed him back. It wasn't just a small peck. It was a genuine, romantic kiss. He drew back slowly and laughed nervously. "Sorry," he apologized.

"Why are you apologizing? You're soft."

He blushed heavily. "Oh, um-"

"Can we kiss again?"

"What?"

"Can we kiss again?"

"Oh, yeah, um-"

She grabbed him behind the head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. They got lost as they kissed passionately for a few minutes. Theo pulled back and gulped. She laughed at the bashful look on his face.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he said.

"For what?"

"I... I don't know."

She smiled at him and shrugged. "Stop worrying about it and come here." She hugged him, and she could feel his body relax in her arms. They swayed slowly side to side. Theo felt his heart rate slow. He felt like he could fall asleep in her arms. He quickly went from awkwardly tense to securely relaxed. The moment was ruined as her cab pulled up and honked. "I gotta go," she spoke with a huge smile. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

Theo smiled. "Okay."

She kissed him on the cheek as a goodbye before she walked out of the door and opened her umbrella. He closed the door and put his back to it. He slid down to the ground and put his hands on his face. He was completely flustered again. He couldn't believe that just happened, he couldn't believe he just did that! He took a few sharp breaths. He went to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. He was freaking out a little bit. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. The moment seemed so small but felt so big to him. She made him so nervous but in a good way. When she came around, he was mostly calm, but when she was gone, he couldn't stop overthinking and worrying about ruining it or scaring her away.

But as her cab pulled off, she couldn't stop smiling as she watched out the window. She was so happy that he finally kissed her. It ensured her that he really did like her. He like liked her. Her heart was fluttering, and her legs felt weak. At this point, she felt that she was head over heels for him, and she was almost sure he felt the same way. She kicked her legs as she kept thinking about the kiss; how soft he was, how gentle he was... It kept playing over and over in her head. Then she remembered something. She pulled out her cell phone and sent a text to her friend Lia:

It happened. We kissed.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #noisette #pizza tower fanfic #fanfic #pink fic

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gamebunny-advance · 4 months

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Kun3h0 Custom Doll Repaint

So, here's what I've been working on for the past month or so. I've wanted to do a custom doll project for a long time now, and I finally got the opportunity to actually do it. I don't think she's bad for a first doll, but there's a lot I feel I could do better and differently.

Once again, my pictures hardly do her any justice... mostly due to color balancing.

I tried to edit these pics to make them a little more accurate, but it also yellowed out everything else, so... yeah. A photographer/image editor I am not.

That said, aside from the poor quality of the images, I'd say that the pics capture both her good points and her jank.

(More about the process and other thoughts under the cut.)

So, she started with a Cave Club doll as the base (I believe her name was Fernessa).

I unfortunately didn't take any pics of this doll with her clothes on, but I'm sure you can search pics of the original base doll yourself.

Besides being very cheap, I really liked the proportions on this doll for Kun3h0. I like the short torso with the long legs and the huge feet. Even the face is kinda Kun3h0-esque (though, a little more on that later).

I've had the idea to customize a Kun3h0 doll for a while, and I always thought the best base would have been an LOL OMG doll since they also have the big head, small torso, and long legs. But, I was always on the fence about them because their hips are a lot wider than Kun3h0's, and I felt like that would always bother me. But once I found out about Cave Club and also found out they're bascially cheap as dirt for the amount of articulation you get, I knew that this was the best match for Kun3h0.

Sadly, the hands aren't as big, and I did consider resculpting them to be more accurate to Kun3h0, but I lack the materials to make that look good enough to be worth doing, so in the end I just repainted the original hands. So I guess this doll is gonna have the non-standard 5-fingers XP. (I forgot to take pics, but the back of the hands do have the heart detail on them. )

Because I have to tie this back to NSR somehow, I think this doll would be a great base for some NSR characters, or really any other stylized character like this. I could def see a cute Mayday coming out of one of these (but not from me~ If I made a Mayday, then I'd want to make a Zuke to go with her, and I just cannot imagine how to make a Zuke doll without him becoming way too top-heavy).

However, I did resculpt the legs to become her boots, so she stands a little taller than the base Cave Club. While I think doing this works for Kun3h0 since she's a robot, if I want to make some alternate outfits for her, they're gonna have to include these boots, or I'm gonna have to get another doll to make some alternate legs.

Unfortunately, my only material I have for body mods is air-dry paper clay, and it doesn't transition as well into the plastic the same way something like apoxie sculpt probably would have. It's not super noticeable at a distance when they're painted, but under scrutiny, you can see a clear transition. I also forgot to detail her heel, so the shoes are flat even though they shouldn't be~ They do help her to stand on her own though, so I guess it's not the worst thing in the world~

While I was doing the sculpting, I also made the wig.

Finding a yarn that would properly convey Kun3h0's hair color is nigh impossible, given the cartoony shading of them, so I settled for a median between the dark rasperry and hot pink and got this regular raspberry yarn. The unaltered pics make it look a little more purple than it actually is. It really is a warm raspberry color.

(I'd say that this is closer to the actual color, maybe a tad darker.)

Let me tell y'all, brushing out yarn wefts is not fun. I also felt like I wasn't doing it right since I lost a lot of material brushing it out. From the little research I did, this seems to be a common problem, but it doesn't sit right with me for so much of it to get wasted like that~

Another challenge I had is that there (of course) aren't very many resources for getting yarn wefts curly or how to make curly hairstyles using yarn wefts. I know that this is relatively easy to achieve with actual doll hair through boil washing, but that wasn't really a viable option for a yarn wig like this. Since I really wanted the hair to look naturally curly as opposed to looking like it was curled after the fact, I curled the hair before gluing it onto the wig cap, which was a mini-nightmare. I followed a video tutorial about how to make a pigtails wig, I just applied the methods to the curly hair.

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I don't know if I just didn't make enough wefts to make the tails poofy enough, or if this method just wasn't suited for curly hair, but I just didn't get the volume I was looking for.

To achieve the fuller look that Kun3h0's puffs have, I glued some scrap yarn fluff in the center of the original puffs and just tried to manage the shape from there. It's not perfect, but I think I've more or less brought her original hair to life. It's hard to see since they get lost in the mess of hair, but I was even able to get those stray curls that she has to look nice~

However, for some reason, the wig really doesn't like to stay on. I dunno if it's the ears pushing it off, or if something else makes it loose, but it really doesn't like to stay on her head. I might try applying heat to the cap to see if I can get it to reshape around her head properly, but I don't have high hopes for that.

Overall, having made the wig and seen it in real life, I've confirmed something that I've kinda felt for a while: Kun3h0 really needs something on her head between her antenna. I feel like her antenna and the top of her head create a sort of "empty box" that is just asking to be filled with something. I recently did a drawing of Kun3h0 where I have her an ahoge, and I think it helps a lot.

It's a little too late to add this to the doll (and I don't even know how I'd go about it), but I think from now on, she's gonna have a curl that sticks up on the top of her head.

Moving on: the face.

I really wish I could get some clearer pictures here, because the eyes really aren't as bad as the pics make them look.

While I am trying to keep her right covered as much as possible, I did still paint both of them with acrylics. I don't have MSC or watercolor pencils like most of the pros do, so I made use of what I had. I'm certainly not getting that "crisp lineart" look that Kun3h0 is basically built on, but I don't think the results are horrible. They're sealed with a gloss varnish, so they don't photograph well, but I do like how the texture is very different from the skin, it almost sells that they're made of glass.

As for the other details, I did do the lining in dark purple, like I usually do for her lineart. I'm on the fence on if this works IRL or not. On the one hand, I feel like the purple lineart is a part of the character design, it helps balance out all the pinks, but when I only use the purple on the doll for the face (and her stomach paneling), I do wonder if it looks strange, and if I would have been better off lining her with dark brown instead.

In fact, I did the original sketch with brown for the paneling.

(Right eye not canon.)

But when I made the actual doll, I wound up doing purple anyway to match the eyelashes, so they wouldn't look as out of place.

Other details I wanted to mention are that the upper eyelashes/eyelid is actually a piece of painted foam that I glued on. I really wanted to achieve that cartoony look of how I usually draw the lashes over her hair, even if it doesn't make logical sense.

I wasn't able to do the same thing for the brows, but I still did something a little "special" with them.

Instead of making myself cry trying to get an accurate color-match with paint, her eyebrows are actually flocked using some of the leftover yarn. I've hardly seen anyone do this for a doll repaint, but I don't think this look would suit most brows anyway~

Overall, I'm only a *little* unsatisfied by the face-up, but my disappointment is mostly in the eye-shape. I didn't want to go against the face mold too much, but that meant that I couldn't really make the eye taller like Kun3h0's actually are. If the eye was any taller, the brows would have been right against the hairline, and that wouldn't be a great look IMO. I feel like 80% of Kun3h0's identity is in her face, so having it be even a little inaccurate does bring her down a little.

Lastly, I think all that's left to talk about is clothes and accessories.

I am personally really in love with the shorts and it's why I chose them to be the preview for this project. I added the beltloops after I took that pic, and I think they turned out so cute, even if you can see the stitching of the belt to the shorts.

I went through quite a few patterns trying to get them right. The Cave Club dolls don't seem to be super popular in customizer circles, so there aren't many if any patterns out there for them. At first I was just eyeballing a shorts pattern from this video and going through some trial and error trying to adapt them to the doll's body.

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I made 3 or 4 pairs of shorts this way, but they all ended up too tight. In the end, I wound up using the "wrap-and-tape" method of pattern making, and made the shorts from there. I honestly wasn't too confident in the results, so I very haphazardly made the trial pair with this new pattern, but they fit so great that I wound up using the test shorts for the final product.

The top was not as successful. Unlike the shorts, I didn't start making test tops until I'd already done the wrap and tape. So the pattern making wasn't actually the hardest part: it was putting it together that was a nightmare.

While I was making the top, I would of course have Kun3h0 put it on to test the fit, which stretched out the fabric to a noticeable degree. This was one of the last things I worked on, so I was getting really fed up with working on this for so long, so I told myself that I would probably just hide it with paint later.

That was mistake number 1.

As I should have learned from painting Green's face, the paint hardened the fabric tremendously, giving it almost no stretch. Originally the plan was to use velcro to close the top in the back, but the pattern didn't account for the lack of stretch, so it's actually too small to close edge to edge. So, I had to cut velcro to extend beyond the actual clothes to close it up. So basically, there's a gaping hole in the back of her outfit and is the main reason why I refuse to post back pictures of this doll.

For the time being, I do consider this top to be a "prototype" and I'll probably remake it in the future with some improvements. But, painting the fabric after stitching it together is not the only mistake I made.

Since this top is a prototype, there's a lot of other things that I did in a bad order: I really should have done the hemming and put on the accents before putting the pieces together, but since I wasn't sure if the pattern would fit first, and thought I would have the energy to make a second better top, I didn't bother with it. This included the cuffs of the sleeve.

That was mistake number 2.

The way I made the sleeves is that the arms are really just a large trapazoid with the shoulder shape at the top. The idea was that I would just sew the large side to a piece of shorter elastic band which would serve as the cuffs. I figured this would cause the sleeve to look "ballooned" at the end. And it kinda worked. You can kinda see how it turned out on her right sleeve in the first picture, but actually sewing it together was kinda terrible because the only way I could think of to do this was to sew the cuff and sleeve separately first, then sew them together, and that just seems ass-backwards to me, but I couldn't think of any other way to do it, and it came out with the cuff being mostly obscured anyway. I tried a different method on the left sleeve, so the cuff is more visible, but the sleeve shape is worse.

So if/when I remake this top, I'm still gonna do this in my ass-backwards way, I've just got to figure out how to keep the sleeve from eating the cuff.

Otherwise, I think the top would actually be pretty cute. I was really getting tired of working on it at the end, so a lot of the details are actually hot-glued on instead of being sewn. The faux-zipper pull is a *little* large, but it's something I had that I thought would work, and I actually really like the oversized look. It works for the proportions of the doll and helps bring in the heart motif that's getting a little lost in the sloppiness of my painting~

The last thing I think worth talking about is the mini GAB.

I thought I'd taken a pic of it by itself, but I guess not. Anyway, the only thing I wanted to say about it is that there's a little "clip" on the back made from wire that allows it to hook onto Kun3h0's belt and be held in her hand. I dunno, I just really like the little accessories, and that little feature amuses me~

But that's it for now. I am actually working on two other accessories for her:

The doll came with a pet dinosuar that I'm currently turning into her GAB.

It's just about the right size to be in scale with Kun3h0, and the hair is basically already the same as GAB's. I've already modified the base with clay and cut off the bits I don't need. It's mostly a matter of sanding and painting right now. I have no idea how or if I'm going to get the collar onto it without it looking bad, but I'll give it a try. If all else fails, I'll just make a tiny bow-tie like GAB!classic~

I don't have a pic of this one, but the doll also came with some sort of flower pot thing that I'm turning into her drill using a metal piping tip for the drill head~ I'll post about them in an "accessories DLC" when they're both finished.

But wait... if you've made it this far, and you saw my preview post, then you might notice that there's one accessory missing.

Well, this mask doesn't actually fit Kun3h0...

But it does fit someone else.

#gbunny draws #gbunny makes #OCs #kun3h0 #doll custom #custom doll #doll repaint #she's 'done'#she's finally 'done'#well I seriously need to remake the top #but she's practically done #i know that this post is gonna underperform compared to the amount of work i put into it #but i don't really care this time #i'm really happy that i get to hold my second child in my hands #(the first was GAB)#but this isn't the thing that I thought was going to haunt me #you'll have to wait just a little longer for that one #and then the accessories DLC wil hopefully be coming soon #ah i didn't mention it in the main body #but the reason some pics have her knee pads and others dont #is because i literally forgot about them until i started thinking about #how it was a shame that you could see the paint chipping at the knee joints #but then i remembered 'wait. doesn't she have something that covers her knees?"#so yeah. put those on last minute #Youtube

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the colors reminded me it's port mafia time

about all of the port mafia has black in their palletes, it is very clear to see BUT there are three exceptions

kouyou has black in her character design BUT also pinks and reds. she probably doesn't count but still! you notice the pinks/reds before you notice the black. I think this is to connect her to kyouka but I could be absolutely wrong. small little extra detail: she has spider lillies at the bottom of her kimono(?) which repersent danger and death and abandonment! (they can also represent rebirth but death is the most common meaning for them)

kaji also barely has any black in his pallet. but he's kaji. absolute unhinged creature

and finally tachihara! he has black pants but also green jacket and white shirt. obviously in the beginning he wasn't actually a port mafia member but a hunting dog (that changes but also we don't see him after he gets turned so does he get new mafia swag? the world may never know.) the green of his jacket could repersent his connection to the hunting dogs (green jacket -> green uniforms) but that might be a HUGE stretch so eerrhhree take it with salt.

mori also applies to this halfway since he has two outfits (port mafia boss + his physician outfit) BUT with his physician outfit he wears a purple button down with his white (lab? doctor?) coat over it. purple is associated with corruption and royalty and I think that applies to his position as the mafia boss BUT! BUT the lab coat covers it so ITS LIKE HIM CONCEALING IT!!!! HIDING!!!! GRR DHER I hate mori but I love putting him under a microscope sometimes dude.

anyway!!!!!!! colors!!!!!!!! fun.

ohhhh I LOVE THIS!! lots of little details i didn’t think too far into.

thinking into kouyou, the black in her design is under the pink/red mostly. as if she’s keeping the more extravagant (maybe the wrong word) or passionate part of her external while the darkness she tries to not let out. she’s talked before about how you can’t go back if you thrive in the darkness, so i assume her design reflects that a lot. she expresses beauty despite being in the darkness. pink is also associated with love and care, and she seemed to take on a role in protecting kyouka and likely loved her or deeply cared about her. (i am so here for kyouka and kouyou found family older sibling or mother-like role).

kajii has a couple black stripes on his outfit. not much, but enough to symbolize that he’s with the mafia. what’s interesting though is that they cover his eyes as well. you’d think they’d put more emphasis on his eyes to show that he is corrupted as well but they stay shielded a lot. harukawa said at one point that his eyes are pitch black even if you cannot see them. this is probably a combination of him being a scientist and keeping his face shielded and maybe adding some uncertainty for his character. i also assume the white clothes is to go with the scientist-y look. we don’t know much about him yet but i hope we do soon.

and for tachihara hmmm. i wonder if asagiri had him planned out from the start? or if he decided to add that in to give tachi some depth since he didn’t have much beforehand? either way i love that he has such a cool design, it’s one of my favourite mafia looks actually! i like your idea of the jacket connection a lot, that makes sense! i noted that tachihara also wears black wristbands, tying into the colour theme of the mafia as well. i’m going into heavy speculation here, but maybe the white on his shirt could somehow represent his purity (combined with the green jacket to show his status as an officer)? and the black of his pants could represent the effect the mafia has had on him? as in he is both good and evil. or maybe they just thought the colour contrasts looks cool and i’m looking to deep into things idc tho ily tachihara

i don’t have anything to add to mori’s designs i just really like what you said with that. really cool ideas !!

i always love seeing your ideas on stuff!!

#sorry for taking a few days to respond. i am the ceo of forgetfulness #but i love talking ab colours and design symbolism and everything graahhhhhh this is so fun!!#asks #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd port mafia #the port mafia #port mafia #bsd kouyou #bsd kajii #bsd tachihara #ozaki kouyou #tachihara michizou #motojirou kajii

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wuxianxkexing · 11 months

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Part 2 of Mu Qing x Reader: Stop Fucking With My Cat

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Mu Qing was left with no other options but to make an announcement in the communication array. The only other female official he knew much about was Ling Wen but he doubted that she had the time to get up to such nonsense, nor would she be inclined to do so if she did. He couldn't go around interrogating every single female Heavenly Official individually, people would think that he had way too much time on his hands and it would make him look terrible in comparison to Feng Xin who was always busy in the mortal world. He went back to his palace to fetch Echo and settled the two of them in his meditation garden next to the koi pond before entering the communication array. Like usual it was bustling with conversation, most of it meaningless but interesting nonetheless. Pei Ming was currently sharing a story about one of his recent sexcapades. Mu Qing listened politely, albeit feeling very awkward, but he couldn't but wonder how Pei Ming ever got anything done when he seemed to have such a one track mind. Honestly it was something he never quite understood, the obsession everyone seemed to have with sex. It felt like Xie Lian and Feng Xin were the only two people in the entire Heaven's who he could reliably talk to without the topic ever coming up. Even if his cultivation method didn't require chastity he still wouldn't want to hear about other people's romantic private lives. It was gross and not something he wanted the mental picture of. Thankfully he was only catching the tail end of the story and when the laughter died down he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "I was just wondering if anyone knows who keeps on buying things for my cat Echo?" He asked as he held up Echo for everyone to see, pointing at the pretty pink pearl collar that was once again on his neck. He was met with an awkward silence until Feng Xin spoke up.

"It wasn't me." A round of noise erupted as everyone who was present denied having any knowledge of it.

"Perhaps our General Xuan Zhen has a secret admirer?" Pei Ming teased good naturedly. Mu Qing went red.

"Why would a secret admirer buy things for my cat and not me? They must be fucking dumb." He couldn't help but bite back with an eye roll.

Feng Xin spoke up in Mu Qing's defense. "I agree that Mu Qing doesn't have a secret admirer." Feng Xin paused, before continuing "If anything they probably just feel bad for his cat so they bought him something more normal to wear." A couple of other Heavenly Official's murmured their agreement.

"You've been putting your cat into weird outfits for like a month. What, is the collar not pretty or weird enough for you?" Shi Wudu snorted. "Take the fucking hint. Cats shouldn't wear anything more than a collar, if even that. It's not like he can get lost up here."

"I am not the one who has been dressing him up!" Mu Qing replied defensively. He could already tell that no one believed him. No matter how dumb or ridiculous the claim it /must/ be true if it's about him. He rolled his eyes.

"Well I still think it's cute!" Shi Qingxuan popped in. Mu Qing sighed. Wasn't she supposed to be doing her laundry? He rolled his eyes again.

"Shut up." Shi Wudu snapped, but it was barely heard over the sound of most of the other female Heavenly Officials agreeing that it was indeed cute. Pei Ming laughed.

"Perhaps you should start dressing up your cat after all. It might help you get a girlfriend!" Mu Qing frowned. He could tell that this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

"I don't want a girlfriend and I don't want my cat wearing weird shit." He said firmly before dropping out of the communication array. He sat in his meditation garden for a long while just petting Echo and stewing in his own thoughts when suddenly Feng Xin. "What the fuck are doing here? Who let you in." Mu Qing narrowed his eyes. Feng Xin frowned and crossed his arms.

"Why don't you keep your cat inside if you hate him being dressed up so much?"

"Why don't you answer my questions first?"

There was a long silence before Feng Xin finally sighed and said "I'm here to talk to you and I don't know who let me in. It was some guy." Some guy eh? "So why don't you just keep Echo inside?"

"Because he deserves to be able to go wherever he pleases without being harassed." Mu Qing stuck his nose up in the air. Feng Xin rolled his eyes.

"The world doesn't revolve around you and your cat you know."

"Well it doesn't revolve around whoever is dressing him up either! He's not even THEIR cat." Mu Qing looked behind Feng Xin as a young male servant approached.

"General Xuan Zhen, Lady Ling Wen has come to pay you a visit." Mu Qing nodded and motioned for the boy to bring her over. Echo took the opportunity to hop out of his lap and ran off mewing with his hooked tail up in the air towards the peony bush a bit farther back in the meditation garden. Mu Qing let him do his thing and rose to greet Ling Wen as she arrived.

"Lady Ling Wen." Both Mu Qing and Feng Xin paid their respects, which she returned.

"General Xuan Zhen I'm afraid that I really need...Hmm?" Ling Wen spoke but trailed off, staring firmly behind Mu Qing's shoulder. Mu Qing furrowed his brows and turned around to follow her gaze only to see some strange girl crawling between the bushes with Echo in one hand and the other supporting her weight.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Mu Qing demanded in his most authoritative voice. The girl froze and looked over at him nervously. "What the fuck do you think you are doing." Mu Qing strutted over and grabbed his cat back. "This is MY cat and MY garden. Explain yourself now." Mu Qing pulled out his saber and pointed it at the girl with one hand while holding Echo close to his chest with the other.

"Nothing! I was just playing with the cat!" The girl sat upright on her knees and put her hands in the air. "I'm sorry!" Feng Xin walked over as back up but paled when he got a good clear look at the girl's face. Mu Qing realized who it was at the same time Feng Xin did.

"Have you not offended the entire Heavens enough already!?" He squinted his eyes at the girl. "Why are all of your followers so fucking crazy?" He spat back at Feng Xin. Feng Xin immediately defended himself.

"She is not my follower!"

"She fucking prayed at your palace within minutes of ascending. I'm pretty sure she's fucking yours." Mu Qing rolled his eyes.

"I'd hardly call that praying! You can't force someone to pray!" Mu Qing huffed as if he didn't believe him but silently knew that Feng Xin was right.

This was Y/N. When she ascended about 6 months ago she immediately got into a fight with Pei Ming, beat him up, made him go to Feng Xin's palace and physically forced him to kowtow to the statue there until Xie Lian showed up and talked her into letting him go. Apparently she thought the God of Immense Masculinity was the God of Respecting Women and she prayed aloud for the God of Immense Masculinity to teach Pei Ming how to respect women while she slammed his face into the ground repeatedly. Then she claimed to be the God of Immense Masculinity herself, cursed out Pei Ming and Feng Xin for being useless and accused them of not being real Gods, stripped naked to fight a few of Feng Xin's security officers because she "didn't give a damn about making them feel comfortable when they don't give a damn about making people in the human realm feel comfortable" and then got arrested by officers from Jun Wu's palace. Most Heavenly Official's didn't know what to think of it when they heard. Mu Qing thought it was funny and sad that Feng Xin sent his security to deal with her when he could've handled it so much quicker but also wasn't surprised. He would let a naked lady burn down his entire palace before he would personally step in to physically stop her.

If it wasn't for Xie Lian (who was fond of her because she was actually one of his worshippers at Puqi Shrine), Pei Ming (who probably only wanted her to stick around so he could try to seduce her again) and Feng Xin (after he realized how the other two wanted the matter handled) pleading on her behalf she would've been the second quickest to get kicked out of heaven after ascending. It was one thing to beat up another God, Feng Xin and him did it to each other all of the time, but forcing a God to pray to another God and falsely claiming to be a God you weren't were big taboos. Despite being pardoned she had ruined her Heavenly career before it had even started and was a pariah. The one and only time Mu Qing had ever seen her was at her trial, but it was hard to forget the face attached to that scandal. Still it was more fun to claim that she was Feng Xin's though, so he continued to do so just to mess with him. "You need to take responsibility for your followers actions! I knew that you were the one behind this."

Y/N spoke up again softly. "I'm sorry I thought this was a public park and I just like cats. I didn't mean to trespass." She gave what she hoped was an innocent smile.

Mu Qing wasn't convinced. "Bullshit, this place is crawling with guards. What did you do to them?"

"I never once saw a guard, maybe you should get better ones." Y/N pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Mu Qing knew that was bullshit. His guards would never dare to slack off. Either she incapacitated them or she was able to sneak past them somehow. Mu Qing called over the servant boy and told him to check-in with all of the guards on shift.

"If a single hair on any of their heads is injured you will pay for it." Mu Qing darkly threatened. Why was everyone sneaking into his palace today? It was one thing for Feng Xin to "sneak" in, Mu Qing had told his guards long ago that he doesn't give a fuck what Feng Xin does in his palace and to let him be. He trusted Feng Xin not to steal or break anything and it was a fun part of the little irritating games they played with each other. Y/N though? Definitely an unwelcome guest who should have never made it this far without being challenged.

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Here's the link to part 1! I feel like there is a better way to link this but I guess I'm just too lazy to figure out how to hyperlink properly.

#heaven official's blessing #mxtx tgcf #mu qing x reader stop fucking with my cat #mu qing x reader #mu qing

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punsmaster69 · 7 months

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31/OCT/20XX

"Uhh.. Papyrus?"

"YES?"

"Why are you in full costume already? Trick-or-treating doesn't start for another two hours."

"BECAUSE!!"

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS ALWAYS PREPARED!.. AND,"

"..IT DIDN'T TAKE AS LONG TO PUT ON AS I THOUGHT IT WOULD."

"Well, you look absolutely GORGEOUS, if I do say so myself."

mettaton looked over papyrus' outfit.

"Maybe you should do an all-pink rebrand! It really works on you."

"I don't need TWO of you running around!! One is enough!"

"... You're right, Undyne."

"There is only one one person that can be as fabulous as I, and that's ME!"

"More like as ANNOYING as you!"

papyrus' costume of mettaton was a faithful recreation of his (non-rectangular) form.

and mettaton's... a very pink papyrus.

pink scarf, pink boots (now with heels), pink gloves..

but, other than the palette change, was actually pretty accurate.

——

alphys helped undyne finish tying up her hair into two ponytails.

mettaton completed the cat makeup on frisk's face.

tori put on her witch hat, and looked really pr

cool.

she adjusted the leaves of my pumpkin ensemble.

"There we go! A perfect little pumpkin."

wheels squeaked beside me.

"A WAGON TO CARRY IT IN!"

"..the whole time?"

"PREFERABLY."

"...ok."

"Has everyone got their baskets?"

they all raised their baskets.

"Then, I think we are ready!"

so out the door and to the streets we went.

undyne lead the charge, alphys and mettaton not far behind.

papyrus, who would normally be in the front with undyne, lagged farther back this time, next to toriel.

tori drug the wagon i was in.

frisk hung out alongside me, flowey in arms.

——

a look at me, a look at flowey.

at me, at flowey.

at me..

"Here. Take this."

"ok."

"WH-"

"NO! I don't agree to this!!"

"Sorry man, but I either carry your candy bucket or I carry you."

"Both is getting kinda heavy."

"...Fine, hand me to that idiot instead! Just don't let him have my candy!!"

"not gonna eat it, y'know."

"Like I'm gonna believe that for a second!"

i swapped them his bucket for the flower himself.

"ok. whatever you say."

——

"Why couldn't Papyrus carry me instead, like last year?"

"want him to have 𝗳𝘂𝗻."

"....."

"I'm fun."

"fun if you like shouting matches."

"You just annoy me all the time! I talk quiet, too."

"really?"

"maybe you should show me how quiet you can be."

"for the rest of the night."

"NO!!!!!"

"worth a shot."

"Besides, I'll have you know that Papyrus DOES like shouting matches!"

"Papyrus yells all the time!"

"........"

"He's been quieter though, lately."

"....."

"..Ha. What? You think you're the cause of it or something? Don't get ahead of yourself!"

papyrus snuck a look back at me like he has been all night. clearly surprised to see me and flowey looking at him as well, he gave a small wave.

"........"

"i wish i wasn't, same as you."

"Everyone just needs to stop caring so much. It'd make everything a billion times easier!"

"agreed."

frisk gave us a funny look.

"What's even the point, if you don't care?"

"I 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 care."

"easier to get through stuff."

"That's dumb."

"How?"

"The point of life is caring about things."

"Well MY life is just fine without caring, thank you very much."

"Really?"

they took a candy from flowey's bucket and handed it to me.

"WHAT are you DOING?!"

"Give me that!"

"You sure do seem to care now."

"W-"

"Whatever! Just give that back!!"

he shouted, snatching his candy from my hand.

——

"Flower cat."

"Cat flower."

"Tiny cat.."

"...Pet the kitty."

flowey hissed at frisk's approaching hand.

"wow. you really 𝗮𝗿𝗲 like a cat."

"Shut up, gordo!"

"...What are you two laughing at?!"

"nice one."

"What?"

"gourd-o."

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵??"

" 'Cuz pumpkin."

"….........."

"You know what'd be REAL funny?"

"If I carved you, and turned you into-"

toriel glanced over her shoulder at flowey and i, and he wiped the evil grin off his face immediately.

"Golly! I'm having SO much fun trick-or-treating with everyone."

("He's having SO much fun!")

frisk whispered, repeating flowey in a mocking tone.

he gave me and frisk the stink eye as soon as tori looked away.

....

we're getting along.

——

"..somethin' wrong, undyne? what's all the brow furrowing for?"

"Why are so many humans going as skeletons??"

"BECAUSE WE SKELETONS ARE COOL!"

"But why NAKED ones?!"

"THAT... I DON'T KNOW."

"FRISK, WHY DO HUMANS DRESS UP AS NAKED SKELETONS?"

"Dunno. Maybe the thought is if you remove the flesh, the clothes come with it..?"

"BUT WE WEAR CLOTHES, TOO!!"

"i'm sure there's some skeleton nudists."

"I GUESS.."

——

"Isn't it kinda weird for a human to dress up as a skeleton, anyway? I mean, they ALREADY have skeletons INSIDE their bodies!!"

"THEY'RE SIMPLY HONORING THEIR ANCESTORS!"

"Ancestors?"

"HUMANS DESCENDED FROM SKELETONS, RIGHT?"

"....."

"Frisk, did humans descend from skeletons?"

"Uhhhh.."

"Probably."

"SEE?"

"Huh."

"Doesn't that make you guys, like, super old..?"

"NO!! IT DOES NOT!!!"

"nearing a millennium in age, myself."

"ANCESTORS DOESN'T MEAN 𝗪𝗘'𝗥𝗘 THE OLD ONES."

"IT'S GENERATIONAL, OR SOMETHING. LIKE.. IF YOU WERE TO GO BACK TO THE PARENTS OF OUR PARENTS OF OUR PARENTS A COUPLE TIMES, YOU'D PROBABLY FIND THE ORIGINAL SKELETON."

"You guys don't even have parents, though??"

"And where did the original skeleton evolve from-"

frisk interrupted.

"Stop. My brain hurts."

"AGREED."

——

grillby was handing out candy too, so of course we stopped by.

after everyone got their candy, i wanted to hang back and chat with him for a bit.

"THEN I'LL HANG BACK AS WELL."

"Grillby will keep an eye on him, Papyrus."

"i'm in good hands with grillbs."

grillby did a thumbs-up.

"..ALRIGHT. JUST DON'T BE TOO LONG."

"i'll catch right up."

——

"you really did up the joint. looks good."

"......."

"...?"

"yeah, i know i don't normally dress up."

"but.. couldn't really say no to tori."

"......"

"he's doing well."

"....?"

"oh, that."

"i.. had some health stuff going on. it's kinda put him on edge."

"i'm ok though."

"......"

"tori..?"

"......?"

"n-no. not dating."

"...?"

"no 'yet'. not at all."

"....."

"not you, too.."

"......"

"a new face?"

"..i always look the same, grillbs."

"...."

"........."

"you're the first to not pry."

"....."

"you can't 'see it from my face anyway', i'm totally poker-faced."

"......"

"pffft."

"ok mr. dealer man, go ahead."

"........"

"wow. you need to get a new job, 'cuz you're reading these cards wrong."

"...."

"..enough about me, anyway. how's everything been with you?"

"............"

"sounds good."

"i'll come try it sometime."

"......"

"they've been missing me that bad, huh?"

"...."

"maybe. been busy, you know?"

"....."

"..only slightly related to her."

"...?"

"i'd rather not talk about it tonight."

"........"

"sure. when i come by again, i'll tell you about everything."

"..."

"......"

"..you're probably right."

"seeya grillbs. happy halloween."

"......."

".....happy halloween."

——

"I take it you had a lot of catching up to do with Grillby, then?"

flowey looked incredulous.

"How?!"

"how what?"

"He doesn't SAY anything!"

frisk interjected proudly.

"Grillby said something to me once!"

"What did he say??"

"He said, 'thanks'."

"Basically NOTHING still!"

"you just have to learn his way of communicating."

"HE'S QUITE AN INTERESTING GUY WHEN YOU GET TO KNOW HIM!"

"You too?!"

looking between me and papyrus, frisk seemed confused.

"Is there some kind of secret fire-to-skeleton communication system?"

"NO...? I DON'T THINK SO."

"Then why are you two the only ones able to understand him all the time??"

papyrus shrugged, so frisk looked to me.

i also shrugged.

"Sans, will you get back in the wagon already?!"

"Let's GO, punks!!! We've still got some trick-or-treating to do!!"

——

as much as tori wanted to just walk past asgore's place, he was giving out full-sized candy bars.

she refused to set foot on even just the pathway leading to his (semi-decorated) house.

"what did ol' fluffybuns do, anyway?"

"...Let's just say that there is a reason I left that cretin long ago."

.........

the whole

'sharing a last name but not being related' thing..

makes a lot more sense now.

definitely.. should have pieced that together sooner.

never really thought about who the ex-queen actually was, i guess.

........

sorry, asgore.

——

"Last ones of the night! Let's make 'em count!!"

"ok. start with one, then go to two.."

"NOT LIKE THAT!"

"..FRISK? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"Tired of walking.."

"WE'RE ALMOST DONE!"

"you can get in the wagon instead if you want."

"NO! YOU NEED TO BE THERE, WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, SINCE YOU WON'T LET ME CARRY YOU."

"I COULD CARRY 𝗬𝗢𝗨 THE REST OF THE WAY INSTEAD, FRISK?"

"I-I'm good..."

"Why is it always Papyrus offering to carry people?! I could lift all of you nerds at ONCE! Let me carry someone!!"

"Sans, come here!"

"NO?!"

"Why not?? I'm super safe!"

"SAFE, IN TERMS OF OUTSIDE FORCES, BUT YOUR METHODS ARE A BIT..."

"U-UNSAFE."

"Frisk, can I-"

"Let us all just.. walk. We are nearly done, are we not?"

——

"...Why do you keep wincing?"

"wincing how?"

"Like you're in pain or something."

"dunno what you're talking about."

"You keep doing it! I SAW it!!"

"you're just hallucinating things, i think."

"....."

"Fine, whatever. Suffer. See if I care."

——

as soon as we got to our house, frisk threw off their costume onesie and laid face-down on the floor.

"exhausted, kiddo?"

i laid down on the floor beside them.

"yeah, me too."

flowey paused mid candy-bar opening.

"You didn't even WALK."

"How are YOU tired??"

"hey, being a pumpkin's real hard work."

"HOW-"

"Whatever. I have candy, and you don't, therefore I don't care."

"ok."

"And it's SOOO tasty."

"cool."

"And you don't get ANY!!"

"ok."

he looked irritated by my lack of interesting responses. instead of continuing to fight, flowey resumed digging into his candy.

picking out the chocolates first, he definitely has a favorite.

i'll keep that in mind.

for the next time i wanna shut him up, you know.

——

"AND SO, THE FABULOUS METTA-RUS DISSAPEARS.. AND THE GREAT PAPYRUS RETURNS!"

"welcome back."

"HELLO. WHY ARE YOU TWO ON THE FLOOR?"

"AND WHY HAVEN'T YOU CHANGED OUT OF YOUR COSTUME YET?!"

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR, AT LEAST GO PUT ON NORMAL CLOTHES."

tori peeked out from the open bathroom, where everyone who wore makeup was removing it now.

"Aww. I will miss my little pumpkin.."

"Will I see him again next year?"

"wouldn't count on it."

"Then will it be someone else I see?"

"maybe. probably just some lazy skeleton, though."

"Ah, a favorite of mine!"

"Sorry to interrupt your little thing here, Toriel-darling.."

"Unless you're going for a bold two-faced look, you might want to come wipe the rest of that eyeshadow off."

"..Right."

"....."

flowey glared at me for the i've-lost-counth time.

"A 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 favorite of 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

frisk lazily swung their hand at flowey's face without looking.

something reminiscent of a "shut up, dude" came muffled from the area of floor their face was planted onto.

he slapped their hand away with a vine and rolled his eyes.

——

undyne sat, back on the floor, with these.. carbonated sugar-rock things (surface candy is weird) popping in her mouth.

"I feel like one of those fancy fountains."

"HERE, TRY THE BLUE ONES!"

papyrus already gave his to undyne, since these things are saliva activated, therefore they don't really work for skeletons.

"WOWIE!! IT REALLY MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE ONE!!!"

frisk stared, with a weird look on their face.

"...Lemme try that."

"It IS like a fountain!!"

"Right?!"

"In all my years of dumb-assery.."

"I can't believe I never thought of doing THIS."

"whoa. do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Do YOU kiss my mother with that mouth?"

flowey snapped at frisk,

"NO."

then at me.

"Don't even THINK about it."

"ok."

——

"Sans."

frisk turned to me on the floor.

"Does your mouth open?"

"nope."

"Damn."

"...really abusing that tori isn't in here right now, huh?"

"I never get to Freaking swear."

"pfffft."

"that one's too much for you?"

"......"

"aren't you a bit young for all this big language?"

"Flowey does it."

"Don't throw ME under the bus!!"

"Besides, he knew that."

"Why does he get to?"

"he-"

"This trashbag has no jurisdiction over me!!"

"I can say whatever the f-"

"Whatever the-"

"......."

"Whatever the HELL I want!"

"i'm gonna tell tori you've got a big ol' potty mouth."

"D-don't!"

"or maybe i'll just ground you myself."

"You can't even do that!"

"Sans."

"yeah, kiddo?"

"You know what you sound like, saying that?"

"....."

"do i wanna hear this?"

"Like a dad."

".........."

"..Wow! That really shut him up!"

"YOU shut up, Flowey."

"Hey?!"

"What did I do??"

they sat up.

"What did SANS do???"

"He's an insufferable trashbag!"

"thanks."

"But WHY do you hate him?!"

"When did YOU become number one trashbag defender?!"

"When I realized I liked the idea of having-"

"AGH-"

flowey shot a pellet at their face.

"FLOWEY, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!!"

"What is going on in here?"

tori, stern look in her face, stood in the doorway.

——

"If you cannot get along, then I will take you both home early."

"Sans will let me know if anything else happens."

"i will?"

"Please."

"..ok."

"Be good, will you not?"

"Sorry, mom."

".....Sorry."

toriel returned to the kitchen.

she's in there making some green drink with everyone else. a recipe she found, i think.

frisk and flowey sat in an awkward silence.

"...what'd you say you realized?"

"Nothing."

"𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥."

"......."

"Heyy, Flowey..."

"..What?"

"My favorite sibling-plant-thing.."

"You'll trade me this, right?"

they grabbed one of flowey's candies and traded it for an objectively worse, chalky one.

"NO-"

"Hey, we're supposed to not fight."

"......"

"you're totally rippin' him off, kid."

"That's what I'm-"

"Wait."

"Why are you on my side for this??"

"i know a bad deal when i see one."

"But you shouldn't give a shit!"

"why not?"

"You should HATE ME!"

"..why?"

"B..because I treat you TERRIBLY."

"You- you should-"

"Hate me."

"Wish the worst upon me."

"Hope I choke."

"Want me to-"

"but, you're just a kid."

"......"

"and i know there's good in there somewhere."

"even if you hate it."

"....Facts."

"Frisk."

"That was cheesy as hell."

"I'm gonna- cheese your hell if you don't shut your trap."

"What does that MEAN-"

"Wait, you still haven't traded me back! Give it!"

".....Say please."

"It's MINE."

"Say please."

flowey looked at me, like i was gonna do something about this.

i didn't.

"..Fine! Can I 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 have my candy back."

they threw the candy back to him, almost hitting his face.

"Sans!!"

"yeah?"

"They CLEARLY just tried to hit me."

"i mean. you did 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hit them, earlier."

"They're sticking their tongue out at me!!"

"you have eyelids, don't you?"

"close 'em."

"....You're not useful at all!!!!"

——

....

to be honest,

it hurts.

has been, all day.

this skull-splitting, aching, vomit-inducing... thing.

..just won't leave me alone, will it?

not risking ruining today for anyone, so i'm outside in the cold again to make absolute sure i stay awake.

no passing out. i can't.

i can't.

——

"What're you doing all alone out here?"

"....."

"wanted to enjoy the weather longer today."

"Yeah, I get that."

undyne handed me a cup with a green liquid inside. a scoop of ice cream and some sprinkles sat on top.

"what's this?"

"It's witches brew."

"There's like, lemon and soda and whatnot in it. It's good!"

i looked at the drink. it didn't look particularly displeasing, or sound bad. but for some reason, i still felt sick.

"...i'll drink it later. i've had enough sugar for today."

"Fair."

"I think you'll like it, though."

"The ice cream is sherbet!"

"probably gonna melt before i get to it."

"It's kinda melted already, anyway."

"....."

"Today was cool, right?"

"yeah."

"There were a ton of cool costumes, but ours totally KICKED ASS!!"

"Had a lotta fun making them, too."

"that's why paps always makes his own."

"Let's make it a tradition! Yeah!! Making our own costumes every year is gonna be SUPER RAD!"

"..rad?"

"Didn't wanna say 'cool' again."

"still thinking about that?"

"I didn't realize how just how often I said it until the other day."

"it's a cool word."

"Yeah."

"...Whoa."

she looked up at the stars in awe.

"always been a fan of stars, too."

"even the ones in the underground."

"..This is better."

"leagues better."

"........"

"Do you ever miss it, sometimes...?"

"The quiet."

"The... knowing everyone around."

"The familiarity.."

"...."

"nah."

"Yeah, me either."

"The surface RULES!!"

"The underground can eat my DUST!!!"

"..Uh, not literally, though. If I die, I wanna die up here."

"same."

"Wonder if anyone stayed?"

"they're missing out."

"Probably a few, at least. They'd wanna stay in their houses, right?"

"just bring the house up too."

"...How'd you guys do that, anyway?"

"do what?"

"Bring your house up."

"it's just a recreation."

"The snow is still on your roof."

"a very faithful recreation."

"The other one is GONE!!"

"sometimes a good recreation takes a sacrifice."

"You took it up piece by piece?"

"what? no, that'd take ages."

"Then HOW??"

"yep."

"HOW???"

"mhm."

"Dude. You..."

"BOTH of you."

"Constantly seem to defy logic and reality..."

"And you're always keeping secrets."

"......"

"Be honest with me."

"...."

"Skeletons totally have warp powers, right?!"

"...sure."

"I KNEW IT!!"

she quickly got up and raced inside, shouting for papyrus to show her warp magic.

close enough.

....

i really should take something for this pain.

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