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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 years

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My Darling Dolls AU: the doll who become a puppeteer

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"--and then I wake up." You told what happened in the past when your time traveling, in your point of view. Things you hidden from him, you now openly says to him again.

"Ah... You so cute while telling me your stories..." Mayoi look at you adoringly as you lay your head at his lap, in the secret room you two tell secret that one keep from the other for a while.

"I wanna listen to mayoi stories too~" since your the only one who keep rambling about your memories, you wanna hear mayois.

"is it my turn now~?"he still want to listen to you, telling him stories and your problem like you use to do. Looking at him with innocent joyful smile as you recall each moment.

"Hmm. It's Mayoi turn to tell." You cheekily says as you hug him, he pause from combing your hair with his fingers. Enjoying your silky hair strands with his bare hands as he massage your scrap making you smile pleasingly to him.

Being close and bounding with you is what makes him smile and sane. He miss this moment so much...! He don't want it to end...

"well... Ah... My stories is embarrassing! We almost get fired in the spot because the president of the agency says where underachievers and problematic being DD... Because hiiro, tatsumi and aira could suddenly turn to doll out of nowhere and scandal about such event is a big NONO." He thought about that time where he listen in from the ceiling as that place, ES is a home he once lived at because his previous owner someone related to the first owners of the property where ES stood.

"...who's that ◉‿◉" you casually want to know the name with no total bad motive or what so ever.

"...M-MC shouldn't do something like going there to beat up the president ok? I'm not worthy to make you go to jail..." Even so he says that he felt his heart beat Skipping in happiness and his stomach that seems to have butterfly, flattering with joy.

"(´ . .̫ . `) MK, I won't do it." You pout as your plan is been discovered. "and then what?" You want him to continue his stories again.

"Ah... We get help by Switch unit to have our debut... Which you already know." He thought about that night that he felt sick out of nowhere but he still carried on to the live without making others notice what's wrong with him.

Because his comrades want to be sparkling idols, he also want too. But because you wish to see him on stage.

"I was going to attend that ok (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) but I get sick." Because I made DD bodies for Yuuta and Hinata ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜' you thought as you told your reason for not attending.

".... I don't like when your making DD, not because your aren't adorable trying to finish one with pride. Because y-you'll die young... "

"... I'll try." You mumble. "No. I want you to promise me. Don't fix or make DD in the time period of the past.

"...(´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) But what if the DD is someone important like you. I have to fix you up because of what others did to you." You remember the first scene you saw in the past. You hated it, loath those stupid ass rich bullies.

" ... That won't happen a-again... So promise me ok?" He gaze at you awaiting for your words.

"Idk... But I guess I'll do that.." you promise. Since you don't see any dolls to fix yet...

'Yup your/im so going to break the promise' the two of you thought in the same time one from hopelessness And the other is dejection.

"your thinking I'm going to break the promise right?" You chuckle as you read his expression.

"...yes, your too obsessed with dolls stop.... It's just a hopeless wish of mine." He sigh.

"I'll try to not break it." You swear. He look conflicted down at you. He seems to think of something.

"Ah... I just thought of something ~ " bashful yet with thoughts you would rather not lurk deep into, mayoi lean closer to you.

"My MC love Doll so much, you won't mind waking up as one if you break your promise..." He give you a sly smile as he imagine what you look like as a doll. His expression quickly change the second later to a panic one seeing your dumbfounded expression:" BUT ITS NOT DANGEROUS OK!!" He quickly reasoned. He hugs you dearly in his hold.

"I will never put you in danger." He promise.

"How are you going to do that through..." You wonder how Mayoi going to make a living human to a doll. As far as you remember, Kanata said only unfortunate souls are made to DD.

"...fufu... If MC wanna know... We can always turn your sleeping friend too one~ that way you won't have to bother going to the past!" He once again become degenerate, with love sick expression in his face.

"What. No!" You quickly reject his idea. "Kana is human, I won't mind being your doll. Kana will stay as human. " You frown at the thought of forcing your friend to something he don't wish too. His too dumb what if he untangle his strings and become depress mess?

"oh my... MC frowning and mad looks so cute too~ " he chuckle at your expression. "Hmmp." You pout trying to act like you don't like his comment. "It's only a suggestion, I won't do that... Unless certain someone does something that would hurt me so bad... Ah... Am I allowed to be this evil to you?" He cover his face as he felt shame on his own thoughts.

"...you can. Mayoi looks very seggsy." You cover your own face because of your own shameless words.

Mayoi look at you in surprised before bashfulness taken over his face.

"i--..." The two of you enter a awkward silent before you heard your phone alarm. "Oh.. it's time..." You mumble as you seat up. "...is it?" Mayoi knows your going to do now. Yet he still want the little moment between you two last. "It's ok, since mayoi would help out. I don't need to go get a punch right?" You chuckle as you stood up and offer your hand to mayoi. "Mayoi wanna meet kana again?" You says as he accepted your hand. "...s-sure..." He is not thrilled but he saw your happy grin and dismiss his disgusting jealousy.

"Let's go then~" you two the went to the house of HiMERU near the hospital, as HiMERU decided to take kana home after saying your suggestions to him. You promise him, you'll wake kana this time around, so you.

through you did leave a note, you'll be gone for a while for the folks in the house. You meet up with HiMERU who's look displeased looking at the phantom but never voice his words but welcome the two of you.

You greeted the sleeping beauty that won't response to your greeting before mayoi look at the situation deep In thoughts. "Here's the sofa bed." HiMERU says as he adjust the sofa to a bed. You lay on the bed after looking at kana one last time. "MK, I'm ready." You grin. "How does this work exactly, HiMERU is confused like always." HiMERU ask as he don't grasp the plan. How would the phantom assist you. "You don't have to worry... "Mayoi smiled as he seat beside. "Now, mc should relax yourself and slowly breath in and out..." Mayoi instructed you as you close your eyes and did what he told you

After a minute of so of doing it, you felt your mind empty.

"now imagine the time where you last been in the past..." You heard mayoi voice that seems to distance away from you, even so you know his right beside you.

"hm.." you mumble as you did what your told, slowly your mind works on its own. You felt threads circling around you, leaving tingling feeling as it sweep you off to the unknown world...

To the time of past, where you last left of, it's when you and kana are playing hide and seek yet your awaken from your coma to continue to explore the period of childhood to search for kana of your present.

The moment you enter the past, you don't realize that the time you spend in the past is the same time would passes by in your real present. Not the usual one that would let you spend months in the past only week would passes by in present.

...

Time passes with a blink, you been asleep for a long while, longer than you did last time. The crowd of DD in the house all worries about you yet they can't ask where you are as if they are shut by unknown force, and the same force made them unwillingly continue to live their daily routines each day.

Somehow hiiro use his leader command on Aira and Tatsumi to just forget about MC until their idol situation is fix as MC don't want them to worry and they all given a note they'll be out for a commission.

Tatsumi worries about frequent disappearance of Mayoi as well, he often with HiMERU going out somewhere but before he could follow, it's either the twins or Double face unit would block his actions of pursuit.

Aira notice something is odd with hiiro as he said those, but never question as he can never seems to do so. If one look closely, shadow like threads wrap around the oblivious DD who are is somewhat controlled by unknown puppeteer.

Everyone would have realize they are all under someone's control, but only who could seen such threads with naked eyes could see what's wrong with the situation.

So all become a hopeless puppets and dolls that cannot ask more questions if they were abandoned or not to their dear human friend, MC.

...

HIMERU look at the scene before him, the phantom is surrounded by shadow like threads, that is ready to sucks out one life if approach without warning.

The sight before him is a normal scene, since you never awaken for moth a months now. the patience and sanity of the phantom drop each days you continue to sleep passes by.

He watch others who are all hopelessly and oblivious to the fact it's the fault of the phantom, to made them unable to say their own worries out loud and search for you, his both thankful that he don't need to leak out about the truth of kana and his identity.

Yet like them his still a hostage of the phantom who could explode any moment now and his dear brother would be in danger as they are always in the same room.

The phantom look at your defenseless figure who's sleeping peacefully, with a soft smile on his face as he held your right hand. The smile disappear as tears falls from his eyes. The threads start to lash out as he cry in displeasure and hopelessness. But not loud enough to awaken you.

"...*hic... M-MC... Is s-sleeping for... A w-while now...*sob." he whimpers as he wanted to wake you up so much but he fear you'll be mad.

He did all he could to make sure everyone won't ask questions about what happened to you.

Even it means forcing them to do so. He use abilities that made him a fearful topic for other DD after all, and it's not for no reason.

Being the second original DD of the first doll maker doesn't make him less than Kanata after all.

Kanata who help dollmaker give form to unfortunate souls when he handle the haunted fallen Dolls like a death reaper that grant wishes and connection to the world after dolls fallen to haunted state and before they all hopeless disappear and forgotten by the world.

his threads will help hopeless Darlings dolls Continue to connect to the world to stay yet lingers in the world without form nor be seen by others other than him, maybe one day there own cure would come... Like you are to the twin who are once of those hopeless haunted dolls.

But he could always use those those in other purpose. To be a puppeteer. But he only able to do that when he become true human. He never tried it but he thought of it, people once said darling dolls are base on Pinocchio, Pinocchio is a puppet...

'It won't be bad if he control other Darling dolls as one right??' he thought in the time where others worries about you and cannot focus on their work, their unit which is hopelessly in the bottom of the food chain cannot handle set back, if they fail to gain stand hold.

You'll be sad because you wish to see everyone shined on the big stage. Without a choice mayoi did something he never tried before, never proven it could work either...

somehow he manage to do so, yet one doll is not able to be gasp under his control... The said doll is HiMERU. But he don't need to control him as HiMERU would not let such thing bother him with his idol work.

"...n-no..." Suddenly mayoi stood up and look at you in worry.

"Iknowthiswouldhappenbutstill!" He cried out as he tried to do something when he discovered you broke your promise as you fix a doll in the past.

"...you." holding you dearly in his arm, unconscious like a sleeping beauty. He gaze at the other doll in the room, the reason why your in that state.

"it's fine if I'm evil to other people... MC would not know...you won't tell them right??? Unless...." He darkly chuckle to himself as he thought of what to do, and hinting a threat to the hopeless doll.

"It's time for you to fix your own mess..." HiMERU alarmly went to a defense stand but his own shadow is long tied with a thread without him knowing. Feeling drained and sleepy, he glared at the phantom.

"Agh....W-what...." He groan as he slowly loses consciousness.

" Your very lucky... I cannot harm any dolls because MC loves dolls so much... If not... Ahaha..." The last thing HiMERU hear is the phantom chuckle before he lost consciousness. "You'll be in a worse state before my dear mc fix you."

TAG LIST : @allimili @valeriele3 @emikoisdead

A/N: we could all say, mayoi get upgrade in his title lol. Here's a seggsy mayoi for ya all Ùwú. Yes yandere mayoi is a thing now ùwú but he won't harm others (dolls) but never said he would not control them (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) to do his biddings like he did to hiiro and other dolls you made. But it's for a good cost. (灬º‿º灬)♡

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #enstar #crazy:b #himeru #HiMERU x reader #mayoi ayase #mayoi x reader #mayoi ayase x reader #mayoi ayase x you #yandere mayoi ayase

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borathae · 11 months

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Pls no pls no pls no pls no pls no pls no pls no pls no pls no PLS NO Sibi please tell me he’s gonna be okay oh my god Sibi please don’t do this MY HEART SIBI PLS HE HAS TO BE OKAY SIBI IM FUCKING SOBBING THIS CANT BE HAPPENING NOT MY YOONGI BOONGIE SIBI IM NOT OKAY THIS IS NOT OK THAT MOTHERFUCKER CAN ROT IN THE DEEPEST PART OF HELL HERE WAS YOONGI TRYING TO FIND A FUCKING WAY TO NOT KILL HIM AND HERE COMES THIS FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER SON OF A BITCH THAT HAD ZERO FUCKING QUALMS AND JUMPED AT THE FIRST FUCKING CHANCE TO KILL OUR BOONGIE AMD HAS THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO FUCKING LAUGH?!!! BRING HIM HERE ME AND THE BESTIES (your readers) ARE GONNA RIP HIM TO SHREDS AND COVER HIM IN THE CURSED WOOD POWDER SEE IF HE FUCKING LIKES IT THIS CANT NOT BE HAPPENING SIBI WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Godddddddd I truly wish you could see me right now so you know what you caused, I’m literally sitting on the floor sobbing and writing this 😭😭😭 I knew the moment Jungkook appeared that something was extremely fucking wrong I had to stop and go like nonononononononononononon nono NOOOO with my freaking heart racing and tears falling more and more with every new word Sibi I SCREAMED 😭 this is so painful especially after he told her that HE DIDNT WANT TO DIE because he had her I HATE THIS ITS SO PAINFUL I’m gonna eat my arm and rip my hair out I bet it wouldn’t be that painful after experiencing this chapter 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this just fucking proves one more time what a wonderful writer you are Sibi baby because believe me not every piece of writing is capable of making the readers feel so much for it’s characters, you are so talented 🥹 but pls I can’t take this pain OUR BOONGI SIBI OUR BOONGI FOR FUCKS SAKE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-Shy anon 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HERE WAS YOONGI TRYING TO FIND A FUCKING WAY TO NOT KILL HIM AND HERE COMES THIS FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER SON OF A BITCH THAT HAD ZERO FUCKING QUALMS AND JUMPED AT THE FIRST FUCKING CHANCE TO KILL OUR BOONGIE AMD HAS THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO FUCKING LAUGH?!!!

LIKE FOR REAL!!! YOONGI WAS ALL LIKE "don't wanna kill my best friend :(" AND NAMJOON JUST GOES AND FUCKS IT UP COME HERE IMMA FIGHT YOU KIM NAMJOON

I knew the moment Jungkook appeared that something was extremely fucking wrong I had to stop and go like nonononononononononononon nono NOOOO with my freaking heart racing and tears falling more and more with every new word Sibi I SCREAMED 😭

NO BUT SAME FAJSDF Kookie was acting so suspicious already and THEN THERE COMES YOONGI ISTFG I AM SHARING YOUR PAIN 😭

this is so painful especially after he told her that HE DIDNT WANT TO DIE because he had her I HATE THIS ITS SO PAINFUL

T H I S 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Thank you so much for all your lovely messages istfg I love youu. Also I am still in the middle of answering your other message, it'll still take a while fjadsjf 💜💜

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #shy anon

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ohnoanotherfe3hblog · 2 years

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Hi uhh 👉👈 would it be ok to request a scenario with Claude? like he and the reader are best friends, and have a standing routine where they sit in his room and read together for several hours in the evening a couple times a week, and then both sleep in Claude’s bed for the night and platonically cuddle. Except the reader has fallen head over heels somewhere during this process, heart pounding out of their chest every time he puts his arms around them, and is terrified he can hear it, because the last time they were in love they were rejected before they ever had a chance to confess and that friend left them, so they now feel like their affection is disgusting, and they’re afraid it’s going to happen again because Claude is so intuitive and they’ll lose him. So maybe like after they finish reading one day one of them brings the reader’s feelings up, and then Claude starts to understand and reassures them and they have a nice little kiss.

if this is too long no worries and my bad💀💀 Hope the vibes in your life are funky today

A/n : tumblr user its-claude-time your brain is massive. Also thank you for the funky vibes, I hope you also have a funky day!

Claude💛🦌💛

Its quiet in Claude's room in the dorm and, usually, that's welcome. But the silence stretches while your thoughts spiral. The soft smile on Claude's face, the light from the window, his slightly messy hair, you were a bit overwhelmed.

When you guys began this little arrangement it had been because you had stayed a little too late on accident, and didn't want to risk Seteth seeing you out of the dorms past curfew, so you'd stayed. Back then, you promised yourself you wouldn't fall in love.

But who were you kidding? You already had. You loved everything about him... his eyes, his smile, the way he truely cares about everyone at Garreg Mach, and mostly.. his laugh.

Before you even realise your staring with a soft smile on your face, Claude is waving a hand in front of your eyes.

"Hey there, have you been listening? What's got you sighing and huffing and puffing? Something wrong?"

You shake your head, frowning, "nono, it's nothing I just.. can't focus right now."

"Well, we dont have to read then. We could do something else, try to move around, you know?"

You shake your head again, thinking, "I just uh. Am caught up in my thoughts is all. I've been. Thinking about stuff."

Claude gives you that smile his gives when he knows you're hiding something and nods along, "stuff huh? Is it... a boy?"

Your face goes red and he laughs, "I knew it! Your face says it all. Who's the lucky guy? Please tell me it's not Sylvain or Lorenz I won't let my bestie date people like that."

You groan, even the thought of that makes you cringe to yourself, and you grab a pillow to hide your face in. You muffle out "no, it's not them."

"Is it.. someone in the deer?"

You pause, before nodding.

"Well if it isn't Lorenz.. maybe Rashael? Ignatz?"

You groan, "they're nice and all but.. not them."

"... hey bestie?"

".. yea?"

"You realise I'm the only one left after them right?"

"... I'd like a lawyer."

Claude laughs a little while you throw the pillow at him hiding you face in your hands before he calms down a bit, and leans over, tapping your shoulder, "hey now, why are you hiding?"

When you didn't respond, he frowned, then noticed your shoulders were shaking a bit, and he realised you were crying, "hey, I was only teasing, are you okay? Why are you crying?"

"I just.. don't want to lose another friend."

"Who said I was leaving?"

Another pause, before you look up, hiccuping, and see him smiling at you a bit, "I didn't wanna be presumptuous or anything, so I didn't bring it up but, you're pretty cute too you know."

"What..?"

He chuckles a bit, "come on, you look worn out. Let's just lay down tonight, no need to stay up too late reading." He kisses your forehead, and you lean into it, sighing.

"So uh.. is it official or..?"

"We'll talk about it in the morning when you aren't crying anymore."

#minish speaks #fire emblem three houses #mod minish #claude fire emblem imagines #claude von reigen #fe3h claude

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caruliaa · 1 year

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i was abt to say "ok its not that late but" but then i realized it kinda is that late like almost 3am. im j insane and dont think of that as that late AHBHABH but i am really really tiredddd so yeah im gonna go to sleep rn im sorry i havent answered ur asks but !!!! i did wanna send this to say that vcing with you and chatting and hearing ur voice and watching the cs weekly was sososoooo funnnn :333!!!! and in general it is sososo much fun and so lovely and brings me sm happiness and joy and light and warmth to be your friend like you are suchhh a wonderful caring thoughtful lovely frienddd mx and you are also on top of that such a loveable lovely good amazing kind personnn my beloved mushroom:333!!! and i just feel so grateful to know youuu and i want u to know im here for u and care abt u smmmm and i love you sososoooomuchhhhhh (hugsyouuuuu if u want !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕💕💕🫶🏻💕💕💕💕)

nono i get that as someone who alsoo doesnt think of it as that late OFJFJD i mean both of us have messed up sleep schedules we just have them together and that is beautiful and the definition of love and friendship <3 but also we are both also always so sleepy tired so perhaps it is not that much DFGSDFHDFGDF anyway dw abt not answering my asks i understand with the sleepy tiredness and !! ough omg ur soso sweet love i hope u know ;; i really had sm fun vcing with you too love it really was soso lovely i think watching csweekly together and just talking with you and hearing your voice just really was so so wonderful and brought me sm joy and light and warmth and im so so glad that it was the same for you love because i really do just want to like. bring as much joy and light into your life as i can love and in rly glad that i could and i do in general my love and i hope you know that you really are same to mw and are just such a wonderful kind caring thoughtful friend to me that makes me feel so so loved and cared for and safe warm with you love i hope you know and just !!! you really are just the most amazing wonderful person im my life and the world dearest you really are just so so special and dear to me and i hope you know you really do mean the world to me and im always always always here for you whenever you need me and i really do just love you so so very very much my dearest w all my heart *hugs you back so so much if youd like !!!!* 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽💞💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

#sorry for answering late !! but ya i rly do love you so so much dearest i hope you know !! mwah !! :’>#flappy rambles #asks #lucy !#fave

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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DAY = made 🥹 LIFE = PERFECT 💓 IM = HAPPY when i see ur message every time without fail !!! sorry it’s taken me so terribly long to get back to you my vacation has come to an end but these final days have been so exhausting so they have also put me even further from responding to u so u can only imagine ive been feeling bc i haven’t been able to talk to u :((( BUT OMG we are so similar we think alike its a little too convenient huh *presents u a ring* hehe i will be jjirit-jjirit-jjirit-jjirit-ing and i wanna know-know-know-know-ing all the way to my grave haha omg also the nostalgia for those songs!!! the memories it evokes from when it came out they’re so tender thank u for reawakening that for me !! and ahhh so glad u enjoyed and appreciated the parts u talked about (i get heart eyes listening to u talk about the things u love) the feel my rhythm video as much as i did <333 the story and the orchestra i freaking love classical versions and classical music i ate that version uppp haha AND ahh i love finding more txt content and like that i allowed u to see more content nono i owe u mine for the joy you’ve given me !!!!!!!! and gosh those contacts make him so incredibly 👁👁 i luv it beomgyu’s a pretty boy <3 “tyun acting like blinking is a limited resource that needs to be used sparingly” that made me laugh so hard oh njnvjejnjknfjk ur so funny 🥺 but truly!!!!!! i think taehyun is as close to perfect as possible its insane oh gosh he makes me swoon~~~~~ OMG I LOVE MOA DIARY!!!! (moa moa, moa moa~~) omg i had to go back and watch that bc i didn’t even catch that :0000 i love that !!! aw what a sweet song to have that memory (if that made anyyy sense) i think my fav dance practice might be poppin star its so very short but its my favorite colors that they’re wearing and it’s my fav song and i didn’t know it existed so i was pleasantly surprised one day when i found it <333 sorry i talk so much >< ( wait i just noticed i apologized that previously and you reassured me in this message that made me tear up a bit, im very touched by this) but OMG YES I CRY TO THOSE TWO! + wishlist (and did i tell u i sob like a child to nap of a star) my friends call me weird for it but hey txt has such a powerful impact on my emotions what can we say!! i love how txt’s songs has so many levels and the sound can evoke a far different feeling from the lyrics and vice versa and the contradictions say more ugh theyre so brilliant and amazing !!! and omg no it makes sense that no one would think to put tea in their milk or the other way around haha my culture (?) doesn’t do that either but it dilutes the tea in a nice way for me ( ◜‿◝ ) it also depends on the tea for me but it really is up to your own tastes haha !! oo well sadly it triggers my anxiety pretty badly which is sad bc i love matcha lattes :”) and OH YM GOODNESSS! thats so crazy bc you’d think it would have the opposite reaction haha sorry that was an awful experience for u :( AHHHHHHH stop ur toooooooo kind to me what th heck thats soooo mjf?!?@>$!#$@>% i could cry (im really thankful for u saying this, if i ever take advantage or not let u know how thankful i am, i will feel like i have failed u) hehe anyway~~ why can’t it just snow automatically when its winter 😭😭😭 snow is associated with childhood now so the lack of snow feels so personal and hurtful (jk but still </333) YASS , my peace = talking to you <333 can’t wait beffie !!! but please take ur time, do things on ur time and pace ok <3~~~ HELLO??? ur not boring at all, ur the furthest from boring 🥺 hey at least u dont get scared from them haha or do jump scares affect u ?:0 like taehyun haha or are u more beomgyu about them ^^ OMG ATLA!!!!!!! that is such HIGH QUALITY, godtier work <3 i haven’t seen it since i was younger or in primary school but i remember being so emotionally invested in it and there was/is always something to talk about ugh its so amazing impeccable taste i could hear u talk about it for forever ~~~ (ur not stupid ok!! do not say that about my bff 😾🫶🏼) [1/2]

#anon🧃

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lizandbo · 3 years

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chubby crushes w/ hq bois pt 5

Warnings: cursing I haven’t done the warning because i forgot about it

Wakatoshi

- Wakatoshi will want to flirt with you since you were right there cuz like: god damn it you were fucking pretty what can he say

- welp i mean, he doesnt know how to flirt but like..he thinks that complementing you is fucking flirting so ;-;

- if someone is like either bullied or bullying you

- he would try to make you happy but he just stared at you cuz you were absolutely stunning

- “y/n, those scumbags dont matter right now or any time of day. All that matters is you and your metal health, do you want some food? Chocolate? I heard that it will help your endorphins raise and it makes you happy becuase it’s a certain chemical and a hormone”

- you kinda surmised that he said scumbags but didnt mentioned anything about it

- “uhhh i kinda dont wanna look like a pig cuz ya know...I’m kinda already on-”

- “no you aren’t. You look like nothing like a pig, what are you talking about?”

- “well, its just a phrase waka”

- “ well your body fits nice in that uniform”

- he wanted to kill himself instantly cuz he obviously blurred out his true feelings out to you which made you both look like tomato’s

- not gonna lie, peeps say that he’s a thigh guy or whatever but personally u think that he is really into that soft pillowy belly..I’m sorry but he just is

- he loves the lil or big dent in your shirt

- he just imagines him squishing the living crap out of your stomach cuz he likes squishy stuff

- “wakatoshi? Are you okay?”

- oop, he be staring at your beautiful plump body

- “ yes I’m perfectly fine y/n”

- even tho he’s not perfectly fine, he’s tryin to figure out who’s and what the hell what to do in the future cuz he wants to squish you so bad and kiss you on the spot but he doesnt want to be labeled as a “pervert”

Asahi

- ASAHI BABY LOVES YOU SO FUCKING MUCHHH

- anywayXD

- he actually tries to avoid you becuase he doesnt want to look like a tomato and a weirdo

- asahi is so worried that he smells bad cuz every time you guys glance each other, it’s after practice

- like, he just loves you for you.. your personality is like a rare gem to him

- and yes of course he isn’t blind and loves your body too

- everything about you is his favorite part of you

- and each time you pass in the hallways, he always feel kinda left and the excitement in his heart is disappearing

- whenever, and i do mean whenever you stretch and lift your shirt as well, he just wants to hug you so bad during that moment

- maybe just a lil sneak? No? Ok..

- he loves your lil chubby hands, THERE SO CUTEEEE

- he basically spills and vents all his feeling into the conversation with suga he’s having rn

- but you just be right behind him

- suga has this devilish smirk on his face, he knows damn well your behind but never ever mentions it

- and once he’s done suga goes “well looks like you just told her”

- “what? No i didnt I’m just saying it to you for now”

- “welllll you kinda just did” suga points over him

- and which you were smiling like crazy, euphoria spreading through your body

- “Y/N I- WHAT, WAIT NONO WAIT Y/N ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE ITS-NOT-THAT-I-LIKE-YOU- AHAHRG”

- he’s internally dying and preparing for rejection

- until he sees your smile, he calms down a bit

- a bit

- you goes in full panic mode again once you pecked his lips and giggles, while your chubby hands hold his hand

- “i love you too asahi”

Tsukishima

- tsuki- oh dear

- he has to clear his glasse twice cuz hot damn does he just love you soul

- he turns his head around but once he hears your voice chit chatting with anyone this dickwad turns his fucked up head back around being a lil sneaky dick

- holy shit i really just cursed him out lol

- but he really dies for you

- speaking of dying, he dies inside becuase he cant just spill out any or every thing about his feeling towards you

- yams actually had to help this situation cuz he was having a metal heart attack seeing you in a new dress cuz you also happed to be in the food court when tsuki and yams were having a day together

- he just wanted to have a day to get his shit together, and fucking breathe cuz he loves seeing ina dress, like..you the sun? No? How? What the actual fuck

- and then you went to bend down- ok lemme stop

- but he was like tryin really fuckin hard not to think about you

- its not like he doesnt trust yamaguchi when he tries to say about his feelings

- its just that he feels alomst afraid and spread that others will find out cuz we all know yams is like the most clumsy person. And the other peeps will just judge them for that

- once you spot them in their seats, and of course tsuki is the first one to notice cuz he was starring at you the whole time

- you waved at them excitedly, strolling over to wherever you found them and started to blush and talk

- “hi, I’m sorry if I’m taking time off your day or something like that but i just noticed and i wanted to say hello”

- ok so you weren’t lookin normal becuase one, you got food on your face and second you were super blushy

- tsuki had a heart squeeze (just like midoriya) you looked so pretty, hello?!?!

- “its ok-”

- “when did your dumbass get here?”

- “tsuki! Dont be so mean, i though you likes her?”

- “GODAMN IT”

- Yama ran to the bathroom cuz he doesnt want to ruin the moment but like..he kinda ruined tsuki’s plan

- he cant do jack shit because your their and there’s just awkward silence that you both managed to make

- “i like you too?” Fuck, you asked as like a question

- “...me too”

- you were smiling cuz like???YOUR CRUSH JUST REVEALED HIS MAGIC TRICK

- you caught tsuki have his lil victory smirk

#tsukishima x reader #asahi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #tsukishima x chubby reader #asahi x chubby reader #lizandbo #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi x chubby reader #asahi headcanons #Tsukishima Headcanons #tsukishima fluff #asahi fluff #wakatoshi fluff

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intynidad · 3 years

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Hi hi!! Could I request the dorm leaders (if that’s too many, your favorites!) with a child MC? (Parental or older sibling sorta relationship) (also by child I mean 8-10 years old) Have a wonderful day, drink some water and eat protein! 💕

@moomoo-mochi OMG THANK YOU??

I love this so much I’m just a sucker for this kind of prompt!!

Also, this will be based on how I acted as a toddler (spoiler I was a stupid kid)

a health potion with risu giggles for a fellow merchant!

(also sorry I didn't know what to write for iidia or vil and I didn't want to write something that I wasn't satisfied

The beginning

-you careless puppy, How many times I told the two of you to be careful!- professor crewel was scolding you and your lab partner...well at your lab partner more than you, you were kinda busy trying to get out of the cauldron to listen

You and your lab partner were assigned to do a regression potion that was supposed to work in reviving dead plants or turning rotten food into edible again but when you were measuring the exact amount of the last ingredient to finish the potion, somebody accidentally pushed you making you spill all of the ingredients...and yourself into the cauldron.

so now there you are extremely confused about what just happened and incapable of taking care of yourself for the 3 days the potion was supposed to last and now your lab partner has to take care of you until the potion wore off or mister crewel finds an antidote

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has an abusive mother and no younger siblings so our dear tomato is lost, he doesn’t know any rules that would help him take care of a little child so he asks trey for help (like most of heartsalybul when they have problems).

trey lets you eat pastries while riddle does his dorm leader duties but he looked away for a second and oops no child in sight...ok time to panic.

riddle was scolding some heartsalybul students that spilled all of the red paint in one of the chairs so now not only the other members of the dorm couldn’t continue painting but now the unbirthday party had to cancel and you know what happens when you break one of the queen’s rules

-OFF WITH YOUR- Riddle swung his magic pen

-wead!- riddle turn around to see you with a rose in your hand pretending it to be a magic pen

-off widd your wead!- you repeated swinging the rose up and down

riddle was stroked by your cuteness like a truck; he was speechless (also because picking roses was against the rules but lest ignore it) the two students he was scolding ran away because their dorm leader was picking you up and giggling at your little imitation of him

-nono Off, with, your, head!-

-off wid your wead!-

Leona kingschoolar

-agh how annoying- the savanaclaw dorm leader wasn’t a big fan of children and much less taking care of them, he probably was gonna throw you at Ruggie or jack, both of them had younger siblings so they could probably take care of you better but there is one thing he didn’t count off

-LEONA OJI-TAN-...fuck, today was the day Cheka came to visit his dear oji-tan, now Leona is not only stuck with a brat but with a furball too.

-who are them uncle?-(owo who this) Cheka waved at the child that was behind his uncle’s legs-hi I am Cheka, wanna play tag?!-oh ho ho this gives him an idea

-Cheka this is Y/N, your new playmate-the lion cub had a little sparkle in his eyes

-you two can play all day and ill be watching you from that tree so have fun-hell yea he was a genius Cheka and you are entertained, and he can nap is a win-win situation for everyone

-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH- and there it goes his perfect plan

-oi, what happened- you were in sitting on the ground while hugging your knee and crying your heart out and Cheka kneeled beside you trying to comfort you

-I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to push you it was an accident- now he looked like he wanted to cry

-agh you two cut it out-Leona said in a low growl while kneeling beside you-is just a scratch don’t worry just let me-he picked you up.

now all of you were in his room he gently bandages your knee while Cheka was holding your hand for “moral support”

-kiss to make it better Leona oji-tan!-

-only if both of you promise to be more careful-Cheka nodded- ok “pain, pain go away *woshh*, there you go- you moved your knee and started to giggle while Cheka was already dragging you to continue playing, the two of you were lucky that both were cute because not everybody can see this side of Leona and live for telling it

Azul Ashengrotto

-Come, come everyone!-the leader of octaville tapped his fedora-For the price of 25 madol you can have for a limited time only a photo of our dear Y/N as a toddler!-

and of course, our dear capitalist Ursula is taking profit from this situation.

you were sitting in a little chair all dolled up while jade took pictures of you with different students and Floyd was taking the money from dose poor unfortunate souls

An hour passed and there were still about 50+ students in line for a photo when Azul notice something about you.

your hands were in the form of a tiny fist and your eyes were watery and you haven’t smiled at the camera for the last photos even when Floyd made funny faces behind jade you weren’t enjoying this.

usually, he wouldn’t care about it, he was making some good money and that was the important thing but you were different, you were his friend

-the lounge is closed, everyone get out, Floyd take care of that and jade-he looked for a second at you-make something warm for our little guest-

all of the students in line emitted different protest sounds but a look at Floyd grin and everyone was already on the exit

-sorry for all that little one- he lightly patted your hair-what about I pay you for your work with some treats?-

-*happy gasp* YESH!!-you hugged his leg with a strong grip-

-nee~ nee~, why Azul can have a hug from shrimpy and I cant?-

-FWOYD!! :D-

Kalim al asim

-Kalim, please calm down-Jamil said looking like he is gonna pop up a blood vessel

-LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y-he was let’s say...excited about this situation

-JAMILLOOKATTHEMTHEYARESOCUTEANDTINYIWANNATROWAPARTYFORJUSTTHEMOMGTHEYARESOCUTE-

-Remember to breathe Kalim and please calm down you are scaring them-Jamil said while kneeling to be on your level

-*gasp* I’m sorry y/n, I’m just so happy to be with you, are you hungry?-you give a quick nod

for the surprise of Jamil, the fact that you turned into a child made Kalim more independent???

he knew that crewel sensei asked Kalim to take care of you but he kinda assumed he is the one who will end up taking care of both of you.

-emmm Jamil-and here we go-have you seen Y/N around?-

-excuse me whAT??!!- Jamil shouted- HOW DO YOU LOSE A CHILD?-

-I didn’t lose them I just….temporally misplace them...OK YES, I LOST THEM BUT IS NOT MY FAULT WE WERE PLAYING HIDE N SEEK!-

-sure sure Kalim never anything is your fault-Jamil said between teeth-

Kalim could be a literal ray of sunshine but one of his bigs flaws were his “rich person behavior”

because he was spoiled and lived in a bubble he didn’t understand that his actions had consequences, in the good side he was working on it.

two hours had passed since that moment are you were nowhere to be found

now the scarabia duo was starting to panic

-OMG HOW IM SO CARELESS THAT I LOST THEM WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM IM THE WORST FRIEND IN THE WORLD-

-KALIM CALM DOWN, PANIC WILL NOT HELP IN THIS SITUATION-

-WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME-

-BECAUSE YOU ARE YELLING-

-*snore*-

-..............................-

-Jamil,...did that pillow made a sound?-

-I think so ?-

*SNOOOREEE*

and there you were sleeping under a big mountain of pillows you fell asleep while playing so that, why you didn’t, respond to the calls of the two boys

-ok Kalim we found them and I hope this had taught you a lesson about taking care of things...well taking care of people-

-oh for the great seven I thought I was gonna have a heart attack-

-now you know how I feel and I really would appreciate it if you used this experience to-

-*SNOOOOREEE*-

And now Kalim was sleeping beside you

great seven give Jamil patience and have mercy on both of you when morning comes

Malleus draconia

-arent you a little thing fufufufuf-

-old man be careful with them-silver said

you might be wondering, I thought malleus would take care of toddler Y/N?

Well, that was the plan...malleus is a reserved man, with no friends more than his two guards and the older fae that raised him, that was until he meets you, you looked at him in the eyes with no fear just a hint of curiosity.

you gave him his first nickname,”tsunotaro” a childish name that was almost disrespectful to the heir of the valley of thorns and one of the most powerful wizards of all twisted wonderland, yet you called him that silly name, you hugged him, you listen to him and he listened to you, you were his friend and precisely because that he left you at the care of Lilia, the mere thought of you screaming and running away from him made his heart ache

that always happened…

Malleus is used to that, since he was a child people looked at him with fear or caution but never with kindness except for one person, you

and he was determined to let that like that, but he couldn’t stop thinking what if something happens to you?

what type of friend he would be if he lets somebody take advantage of you in this vulnerable state?

a peek wouldn’t hurt

there you were, in the flower bed of ramshackle dorm both planted, taking dandelions from around and with inexperience and tiny hands crafting a flower crown too small for anyone except you.

he looked at you from the shadows carefully to not being spotted warding you like the dragon he is.

-hewo-small and tired eyes fixed behind a large tree

malleus was behind that tree…

-whats yowr name?-now standing up and slowly walking to the tree in question-are you shy?, is oke I won’t hurt yow-

like if a child could do any damage to him

-I made thwis fow you-you said reveling a second flower crown that was just a little bit bigger than the one in your head

you let the flower crown on the floor near the tree and waited, malleus knowing how stubborn you were he knew you wouldn’t leave so he left his hiding spot thinking about the screams and the fear your little face will have

-waaaa, you big! (giggles)-again, no signs of fear-uppa uppa!-you said while rising your hands to the sky and opening and closing your little fists

malleus emitted a low chuckle and picked you up, when you got to his eye level immediately went for his horns touching and grabbing all your little hands could

-you sure are a strange thing, little child of man-

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astrochemstry · 3 years

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General Dating Headcanons with Reiki Kyan;

Warnings: none, just fluffy fluff!

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- Reiki would be a very good boyfriend!

- If you're interested in skating (or already do it), he would happily make you a skateboard/repair it!

- And if you don't know how to skate-- do not fear, Super Reiki is here! He will help you learn more about skating and even get Langa to help you out too

- I think he'd really love giving cheek and forehead kisses

- to him, your cheeks are ADORABLEE--- like, he's just cupping your cheek with his hand as his thumb caresses your face gently. You start blushing and he can FEEL IT- your cheeks get red and he may not see it but he CAN feel the heat growing

- and that's why, your cheeks are one of his favourite things about you

- 'one of his'

- LOOK- this guy just LOVES YOU

- I don't think he could ever love just one thing about you

- if he was asked, "why did you fall in love with Him/Her/Them?" He has to sit down and think about it for a good 5 - 10 minutes

- maybe, it's when you get concerned- like really concerned when he hurts himself from skating or just anything.. maybe, it's when you treat his bruises-- carefully and full of love.. maybe, it's when you wrap your arms around his body and snuggle your head on his neck after a long day

- yeah that's how much he loves you

- I think he'd have good memory too, well, with you

- basically: he'll remember everything especially if that memory made both of you feel emotions intensely-

- psst, reader, get your mind out of the gutter /j

- anyways, for example: your first kiss, first time you held hands, first date, etc. He'll remember them with the utmost detail! Because- I mean how can you not it's literally your FIRST KISS/DATE/HOLDINGHANDS-

- also one of your supporter- no.. your BIGGEST SUPPORTER!!

- bro I swear he'll be there to support you with ANYTHING!! You're gonna compete in a contest? BOOM!! HES AT THE FRONT ROW WITH A CAMERA READY; You're gonna compete at SK8? EVEN BETTER!! skating and you? His two favourite things?? oh sign him up, he'll be there with a huge ass sign with supportive names and probably got the others to carry one too

- and that's the tip of the iceberg, he'll be there to support you if you're in a hard space too! Feeling blue? He's here, comforting you and telling you sweet nothings; want some space? Roger that! He's respectful of your boundaries and feelings so he'll understand

- Okok, now about Reiki:

- please PLEASE comfort him, reasurre him..

- we saw what happened when Langa was getting really popular-

- so please, tell him he's the best and reassuring him that his skills and talents and his entire existence is amazing!!

- when he's feeling saddo, he will wrap his arms around your waist and if you're cuddling, hes nuzzling into your neck. Well, he does that a lot but he'll be having this- firm grip, it's not something that hurts but it's not that noticeable too unless you're really sensitive to touch I guess--

- so, basically what you're gonna do is:

- hug him, cuddle him, offer to do anything he wants-- just be by his side! That's reassuring to him, that's enough!

- he doesn't want to be left behind so knowing youll stick by his side is justt- it makes his heart feel warm and butterflies start flying around his stomach

- anyways, give him compliments

- that makes him really really happy! Especially if it's his skills that are related to.. you guessed it! Skating!!

- I think he'd really like it if you held his hand a lot! Feeling you intertwining your fingers with his, and he'll tighten the grip a bit while his face is heating up Bcs "ADFHSKABHSLDB THEYRE HOLDIBG NY HAND THEYRE HOLDING MY HAND WMAHDKS-"

- and again with the comforting him thing--- everything he does for you, he hopes you can also do to him

- nono you don't have to do everything or do everything just like how he did.

- he'd appreciate it very much if you do the same but in your own way! Giving and Receiving the same amount of affection (or more) he gives just makes him skate up to cloud 9

- and I think this guy?? He's not appreciated enough!! I swear if you Go apeshit even if what he did was literally flip a pancake without messing up?? He's just blushing and would tell you it's nothing but c'mon

- he loves it

- now now, not to cut on any of yall's parades but I think he'd give but prefer receiving affection more..

I think he just wants affection, validation, something that will reassure him that he's good and he's gonna be great, even if it's a little thing? He'll take it!

- yes anyways-

- 9999999/10 the best boyfriend ever

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ok so basically I wrote this at 1 am or somewhere around that time.. or more- for this Wattpad book buT god am I proud of this? Very much!! I'm sorry if he's OOC tho

Requests are open btw if you wanna send something in!! I literally have nothing to do!! I mean- except, schoolworks and stuff

#reiki kyan x reader #x reader #reki kyan x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 the infinity headcanons #sk8 x reader #reiki kyan

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wisherbysharlight · 4 years

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Give Up, Give In, Check The Grin You’re In Love

Word Count: 5254 Relationships: Endgame LAMP, with focuses on each pairing Description: One lazy Saturday morning, Virgil's tired and not thinking straight(not that he ever is) and does something on instinct that sets the gears in motion for what could possibly be happily ever after for our four boys. (Spoiler Alert: It's Lots Of Kisses and It Absolutely Is Happily Ever After) Loosely a Prequel to "Can't Deny It, Who You Are Is How You're Feeling" but can absolutely be read as a standalone. Started as a bunch of prompts from a prompt list. AO3 Thank you @rosesisupposes for betaing this fluffy monster and also being my hype person and keeping me somewhat sane. You’re the bestestestest.

Saturday mornings were Patton's favorite. Everyone was home, there was a strict order that nothing needed to happen before 11, and it was the one day Logan wouldn't put up a fuss about sugary donuts instead of a "balanced breakfast." Patton still woke up early, as a force of habit, but he could curl up on the couch with a blanket cocoon and a strawberry frosted donut and watch cartoons until the others made their way downstairs.

Logan came down first, making a beeline for the coffee machine, and Patton hid a smirk behind his blanket when Logan attempted to be sneaky about his excitement while grabbing a jam filled donut. He settled into an armchair in the corner with his laptop, and the two stayed in companionable silence.

Roman stumbled out of his room next, not even remotely put together yet without his usual latte, and he was still staring blearily at the espresso machine dripping into his mug when Virgil came out and went straight for the couch and laid down with his head on Patton's lap and fell back asleep.

The peace wasn't designed to last, though, as much as Patton wanted to stay combing his fingers through his friend's hair forever. Once Roman had had his coffee and retreated to his room to get ready for the day, he returned to the living room, sitting crosslegged under the coffee table and setting up his knitting. His laughter at the show was soon echoing through the room and it made Virgil start to stir, groaning and stretching as he sat up.

Patton cheerfully handed him the other strawberry frosted donut he'd saved just for this moment, "Morning Virge! Welcome to the land of the living!"

"Mm thanks, mornin' Pat," Virge said as he took the donut, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to Patton's lips, and Patton could practically feel the way everything around him seemed to freeze.

Roman had halted mid-stitch and Logan was trying to look like he hadn't seen anything but was definitely flickering his eyes between them and his laptop. Patton just smiled and patted Virgil's cheek, then went back to watching his show, not wanting to make a big deal of it, but he could tell the other two were extremely tense. Virgil was still sleepy, and Patton didn't want to freak him out before he was really awake.

Everyone could tell the second it hit Virgil. It was about an hour later, donuts long gone, Logan having moved on to his sudoku book, Roman halfway through what looked like a magnificent shawl, and the show changed into whatever Disney movie was on at the time when Virgil suddenly sat straight up from where he'd been leaning on Patton's shoulder, "Did I...?"

Patton giggled a bit and nodded, the other two looking in other directions in a way that was anything but subtle, "Yeah, honey. You did." Virgil went bright red, then grabbed a throw pillow to bury his face in and screech. He then carefully lowered it, peeking over the top at Patton, "Well, um, you didn't run away screaming, huh?"

"I did not," Patton said, grinning, then reached up to tug at the pillow, "And if you put that silly thing down we can definitely talk about why I didn't run away screaming, hmm?"

"I'm going to my room," Logan announced stiffly, then practically sprinted away, leaving his laptop behind. Roman nodded, eyes shining in a way Patton did not like at all and gathered his yarn up, following quickly, and well, Patton would have to worry about that later he supposed. Virgil lowered the pillow slowly, looking like he would rather be anywhere else, "So. That happened."

"It did. And I don't know about you, but I liked it," Patton told him, taking his hand, "I like you."

"Me too," Virgil told him, and it seemed like the floodgates had opened, "It just felt... right. Was comfortable. I wanted to for a long time before this, wanted-" He trailed off, going white as a sheet.

Patton watched him carefully, then recognized something in his look and squeezed his hand, "Wanted what honey?"

"Wanted to kiss all of you," he admitted quietly, and Patton smiled again.

"Well this is not how I planned to go about this," Patton started, and Virgil winced, which made Patton quickly squeeze his hand again, "Nono honey, you didn't do anything wrong. I want you to know - you are absolutely enough for me, ok? And I like you, not as a part of a whole but as a whole person yourself. But I think we have some common interests here. And maybe, just maybe, we can make those mutual hopes something real."

Virgil blinked at him, stunned, for a few long moments, then broke out in a smile so bright Patton felt like he needed sunglasses, "You get it. Oh my god, you understand, I was so worried I fucked it all up. That-that you would think I was being greedy."

"Not at all. We've all been through so much together, and all love each other so much. And that won't change, alright, even if just you and I, or three of us, or all four of us work out. But I think we need to check up on our other roommates, hmm, before we start jumping too far?" Patton asked, and Virgil nodded and leaned in to kiss him again, this time fully cognizant of what he was doing.

Patton cupped his cheek and pulled him in closer, lips parting a bit on a gasp, and Virgil brought his hands up to cling to Patton's shoulders, and, well, it it was a few more minutes before either of them could pull away from each other, and only then it was with a mission in mind - They had to make sure their roommates knew they loved them no matter what. And that they didn't need to run away.

⁂(Gang, Let’s Split Up)⁂

Patton and Virgil eventually calmed themselves down enough to sit next to each other and discuss what the next steps actually were. They mutually agreed they should probably split up, and also that Virgil had the best chance of getting through to Logan and Patton a good shot at Roman. They parted with one more kiss, unable to help themselves, and a whispered I like you a lot before heading off in their separate directions, Patton with a cup of hot chocolate and Virgil with Logan's laptop. Patton knocked in a specific sequence he and Roman had come up with long ago. Four short knocks, then a pause and another two, morse code for "Hi." Roman opened the door slightly, not letting Patton in like he normally would, and Patton felt a piece of his heart chip right off, "Hey Pat, I'm fine."

"Ro, you have to know that starting a conversation with 'I'm fine' means you're really, really not," Patton chided, wedging his foot in the door, "Please let me in? I have sugar and hugs!"

Roman sighed heavily but opened the door. Good, he wasn't going to be too stubborn about it then. Patton held the mug up, keeping his smile plastered on, "It's the good hot chocolate, with whole milk and marshmallows." Roman took the cup with a wry smile and stood to the side to let Patton in the room, where he promptly sat down on the edge of the bed and bounced a bit to get comfortable,

"I really am fine Pat. Happy for you. Knew you and angst-lord had a thing for each other forever. I just need to get used to it," Roman said, settling in next to Patton and taking a sip of the drink, probably in an attempt to hide the grimace that took over as he said it.

"Sure we have," Patton chirped, and Roman's grimace intensified, "But you wanna tell me why you have to 'get used' to anything? Do we make you uncomfortable?"

"No!" Roman burst out, then shut his mouth with a click and a sheepish frown, "Uh, I mean, no you don't have to worry about me being freaked out, or anything like that, it's my own issues I must get over."

"What issues are those?" Patton pressed, scooching a little closer, "Maybe I can help?"

Roman sighed, swirling his mug and making the marshmallows spin around the top, "I don't think you can really help, not with this Pat. I'm not gonna rain on your happiness."

"Try me," Patton pushed again, and inched even closer, so their knees were touching, and Roman looked down at them with a creased brow.

"I don't know!" Roman spat like a curse, then scowled down at his drink, "I just - I saw you and Virgil and you looked so happy and I knew I should be happy for you two but I just couldn't."

"And why is that?" Patton asked gently, taking the mug from Roman and leaving it on the side table next to him. Roman just continued to frown, not meeting his eyes, so Patton put one warm hand on his cheek to turn his face towards him, "Is it because you wanted it too?"

Roman blinked at him, stock still like he'd been frozen solid and eyes wide in alarm, and Patton gave him a gentle smile, "Cuz if so, the feeling is mutual." He leaned in, slow as water dripping down an icicle, but Roman didn't move, so he pressed his lips against his still prominent pout, just lightly, still giving him a chance to pull back if he wanted to.

Roman stayed frozen for a bit, but he sunk into it shortly, frown fading as his lips molded to Patton's. Patton made a little noise, right in the back of his throat, and Roman jumped back like he'd been burned, hissing out, "What about Virgil?"

Patton tried to blink away the haziness from the kiss, "Ro, Virgil knows, that's what I meant by 'it's mutual'. We love each other, but we love you and Logan too."

"All of us?" Roman breathed, barely more than mouthing the words, then again, louder, "All of us? We can- That's - that can happen?"

Patton giggled a bit, still a little dazed, and nodded excitedly, mirroring Roman's, "Yeah! All of us, together. I mean, if that's what you want? I'm sure Virgil will understand if you wanted it to be just me and you, and me and him..."

"No!" Roman cried out again, "No, I, uh, I definitely want both of you. And, uh, and Logan too. I just- I didn't know that was an option, oh my god, how did I miss this?"

Patton scooched closer again now that he knew Roman was on board, "It's ok, honey, we all missed it I think. I didn't even think of it til Virgil accidentally mentioned being attracted to you two too."

Roman leaned in closer too, eyes alight, "He did? Really?"

"Mmhmm," Patton hummed, bringing his hand back up to Roman's cheek with a little bit of mischief in his eyes, "And I told him that I felt the same way."

"Did you now?" Roman crooned back, a bit of a tease in his voice as he fed off Patton's energy, "And I assume you rushed right up here to tell me? Didn't take your time or anything?"

"Weeeellll," Patton teased back, "I could lie and say that, but I'd much rather show you what we were doing. You know, while we wait for Virgil to finish talking to Logan." And with that he leaned back in, and this time Roman met him in the middle, and this time when Patton keened, Roman most certainly did not pull away.

⁂(Across the House)⁂

Virgil headed up to Logan's room on the third floor, and he didn't have to knock because his door was wide open and he was scribbling furiously in a notebook. "Hey L, you, uh, forgot this? When you ran away?" Virgil greeted, never one to pull his punches, and put his laptop down on the desk before leaning against it, "What was that about, by the way?"

Logan huffed, but his ears turned red, "I simply wanted to provide you and Patton with some privacy in which to allow the flow of honest communication. I am told that is important in budding relationships."

"Cool, cool, yeah we had a good talk," Virgil stated, watching Logan carefully, noting the way his fist tightened on his pen and his jaw clenched. "Talked about me, and him, and us, and you-" Logan's head shot up and Virgil arched one brow casually, "Something wrong?"

"Why would I come up in a conversation regarding your relationship with Patton?" Logan demanded, unable to keep the tremor out of his voice, and Virgil smirked a bit, then crossed his legs and drummed his fingers against the desktop. Jackpot.

"You're smart. Guess," Virgil told him, aimlessly flipping through a book next to him, "Why would we talk about you, in the terms of our relationship, and then I would come up here, alone, to talk to you."

"Well I would assume Patton would go to talk to Roman-" Logan cut himself off, and Virgil could practically see the wheels turning, "Hmm. Interesting."

Virgil grinned at him, then nudged his ankle with his foot, "Catching up?"

"Yes quite. You're here to warn me against pursuing Patton," Logan said with a decisive nod and Virgil's face fell immediately.

"What? No, Logan, I'm here for the opposite reason," Virgil told him, dropping his confident persona, "Logan, I came up here because we both love you and Roman too."

Logan shook his head briskly, “No. No that can not possibly be true.” Virgil felt the distinct urge to shake him, “Patton I understand, he is brightness and cookies in the oven and comfort even on the worst of days. Roman, I understand, he is poetry and music and watching a movie for the hundredth time but never feeling like it gets old. You, I understand, you are mysteries and late nights and the adrenaline rush of a spirited debate about things that do not truly matter. I have nothing to offer in terms of romance, and I am aware of -“

Virgil couldn’t take it anymore. He straddled Logan’s chair, careful to make sure he did not put his full weight on his knees, and threaded his fingers into his hair, bringing his face close until his mouth was a hairs breadth away, “How can you say all that and not think you’re romantic Logan? God, Lo, you’re the most romantic person I know, including Princey. When I told you I couldn’t muster the attention span to read anymore, you made me a library of audiobooks that I quite possibly will never get through, and I loved every single one. Patton may be comfort, and Roman may be adventure, and I may be excitement, but you are the lighthouse in the bay which keeps us all on the right path.”

Logan latched his fingers onto the sleep shirt Virgil was still wearing, because it was Saturday Morning still and that meant PJs until such time as a situation necessitated Real Clothes, and latched onto Virgil’s mouth with an almost desperate abandon, and Virgil’s hands tightened in Logan’s curls, and both their lips parted at the same time on a shared breath that mingled between them. Logan pressed up even further, nipped at Virgil’s lip, and Virgil couldn’t have stopped the strangled noise that crawled out of his throat if he wanted to. “Well, Patton, I think it’s pretty safe to assume we don’t need to help Virgil with convincing Mr. Perry,” an amused voice came from behind them, and Logan and Virgil reluctantly separated, trying to catch their breaths while still tangled together.

Patton’s voice was equally amused, “I think you may be right Ro. How bout we all head back downstairs to talk?”

⁂ (Switcheroo) ⁂

Virgil smiled at Logan, then turned to Patton and winked, "I'll take Princey downstairs first. You talk to our resident genius, k? He's feelin' like he's less romantic than the rest of us, and I have a feeling you've got something to say about that."

Patton grinned back, and pressed a kiss to Virgil's cheek as he passed, teasing lightly, "Be nice to Roman," before he went over to sit on the edge of Logan's bed just the same way he had with Roman, "Wanna talk about it?"

"No need, Virgil rather, erm, thoroughly, let me know that there was a place for me should I want it," Logan stated, and shoved his glasses up his nose, a nervous habit Patton had picked up on over their 3 years living together.

"K, but do you?" Patton asked genuinely, and Logan tilted his head curiously.

"Do I what?"

"Do you want it?" Patton clarified and Logan came up short, blinking at him with nothing short of incredulity.

Logan took a deep breath like he was about to start a spiel, then closed his mouth like he had the wind pulled out of his sails. He moved over to the bed and grasped Patton's hand like a lifeline, "If you think that I would rather be anywhere than with you all, then I have something to apologize for."

Patton laughed a bit, though there was a nervous tinge to it, and crossed one of his legs over Logan's, "That so?"

"Very much so. I would need you to cite every occurrence which led you to believe this to be true so I could rectify it immediately," Logan told him, in an attempt to add some levity to the weight of the atmosphere between them.

Patton hooked their ankles together and leaned in, brushing their noses together lightly, his voice clearly holding his laughter back, "And how would you do that, Mr. Perry."

Logan rubbed his nose against Patton's in return, then pressed a kiss to where his nose just was, "Well, Mr. Hart, I would start by improving upon my life's mission to put a smile on your face every single day."

"That'd be pretty easy, Lolo," Patton teased, brushing a hand up Logan's arm and making him shiver, "Since you can make my day better just be being there." He punctuated his declaration with a brush of his lips over one cheek, "Just by being you," the other cheek now, "And you can make it even better if you agree to be our boyfriend." He finally pressed a kiss to Logan's lips, just a peck really, and Logan flushed brighter than he ever thought was possible.

"You don't have to convince me," Logan breathed, and his grip tightened on the sheets beneath him.

Patton chuckled again, curling one finger through Logan's hair as cooed, "You sure? Cuz I can definitely do more convincing," and pressed another soft kiss to Logan's lips.

Logan swallowed thickly, "You are a minx, Patton Hart. We told the others we would be downstairs."

Patton straightened up and grabbed onto Logan's hand, "You're right, you're right. Can't go getting distracted just cuz you're so darn cute I can't take it."

"Patton," Logan whined, but he still followed the tug on his arm to the door, "You can't just say things like that, especially when you are infinitely more adorable than I am."

"You sure you don't mean.. " Patton grinned like the cat that got the canary.

Logan's eyes narrowed in warning, "Don't you dare Patton."

"Infinitesimally," Patton darted out the way as Logan made a grab for his vulnerable sides with a playful growl, laughing brightly, "Ok ok! I take it back! I'm sorry."

"I'm sure you are," Logan sighed, then when Patton relaxed, pinched at his hip to make him yelp and giggle, letting out a bit of a laugh of his own because the sound just couldn't help but be mirrored, "That's what you get, you brat."

"Your brat," Patton singsonged, then took Logan's hand again, "C'mon we have two more boyfriends to find, yeah?"

⁂ (Spongebob Announcer Voice - Meanwhile) ⁂

Virgil was still a bit unsteady on his feet as he and Roman headed for the stairs. Roman went down first, and when Virgil slipped a bit on a step with a little bit of a gasp he spun quickly and grabbed onto his waist to hold him upright before he could fall, and suddenly they were face to face. Now, normally, Roman was about an inch taller, but with the difference in steps, Virgil had two inches on him and Roman ended up having to look up through his lashes just to make eye contact, "Ok, Princey, that's just not fair."

Roman gave him a salacious grin, then pulled an exaggerated simpering face with pouty lips and batting eyelashes, "What, that the nerd knocked you so off kilter that you can't even walk straight and needed a knight in shining armor to save you from your imminent doom?"

Virgil flushed brightly, shoving at Roman's shoulder, "Ugh you're such an ass, it's like two steps from the bottom, even I know the worst risk was a bruised tailbone. I can't believe I like you."

"You don't just like me, according to Patton," Roman teased, and his hands moved so he was wrapping his arms around his waist rather than just holding on, "You really like me, maybe even love me."

Virgil switched tactics quickly, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he draped his own arms over Roman's shoulders, "And what if I do, huh? What're you gonna do about it, being the self-described Prince of Romance and all?"

Roman's eyes went wide and dark but Virgil only had a moment to be proud of himself for being able to catch all three of the men he adored off guard today before Roman was surging up to press their lips together with a hunger that spoke more about the duration of longing between them than words ever could.

Virgil lost himself in it a moment before his mind immediately tried to compare it to the other kisses he'd had today. Patton kissed like he had all the time in the world and if he could spend it all kissing you he absolutely would. Logan kissed like he could find all the answers to the universe in your lips if he just kept trying. Roman - Roman was no less languid, but no less passionate, and the combination gave Virgil the feeling like he'd been asleep for years without realizing it, only to be woken up by the spark Roman lit up inside of him. He felt complete.

They didn't separate, not really. No, Virgil leaned down to grab at Roman's thighs and hike them up around his waist, and Roman switched to holding onto Virgil's shoulders without missing a beat, like they'd been doing this dance for years rather than minutes. And Virgil really should have known he and Roman would just be easy - they were fire and ice, they balanced each other, and coming together felt as natural as rainfall. Virgil sat on the same spot on the couch where this all started, and Roman adjusted in his lap all without breaking from their kiss. There were only two things in the world which could make them resurface, and they didn't come downstairs for five more minutes, looking rumpled and flushed themselves.

Roman finally unlatched from Virgil's shirt and grinned down at him, "That 'Romance' enough for you, Virgie?" and Virgil shoved him off his lap onto the couch as he cackled at the dumbstruck look on his face.

Virgil turned playfully pleading eyes towards Logan and Patton, "You gotta save me. He's insufferable."

"Roman are you being mean to Virgil?" Patton asked, a bit of Dad Voice leaking in, and Virgil's "Yes!" warred with Roman's laugh-strangled "No" in answer.

Virgil crossed his arms and sunk into the couch and grumbled, "He's teasing me, Pat."

Surprisingly Logan was the one to detach from Patton and head over to the two on the couch with a thoughtful hum, "That so? What for?"

"Because he was mocking me for being a Romantic and I showed him what that really meant and he got a little flustered," Roman told him easily, "It's not teasing if it's true."

"I just so happened to give him one of the best kisses of his short life," he continued, and Virgil snorted.

"Ok now you're just bragging, you ass," Virgil whined, though notably he did not say anything to the contrary, and Logan raised one brow before turning to Roman.

"Interesting," he said plainly, then swiftly dropped to the seat next to Roman and pulled him in by the neck to press their lips together, and Roman's hands flailed at his sides wildly in surprise before he finally settled them at his sides.

Logan pulled back after a few seconds and gave the same hum again as Roman blinked blearily at him, "I'd rank it around a 6 out of 10."

Roman gaped at him, making a sound of complete outrage, starting to bluster about how it "wasn't a fair trial" and "you caught me by surprise!" and Logan could only hold his serious face for about 30 seconds before the shit-eating grin revealed itself and both Patton and Virgil broke out laughing. Roman threw his arms up, "I take everything back! I don't want to date any of you, you're all rude."

Logan gave a little laugh and Roman's bravado deflated as he couldn't help but smile back, but he still had a bit of a spark to him, a glint to his eye, "Not the best, hmm? Wanna take that to the bank?"

"I hardly expect banks to take kisses as currency, Roman," Logan said, eyeing him suspiciously.

Virgil chuckled, recognizing the look of Princey in Challenge Mode from earlier, "Not what he means, Lo."

"What-"

Roman swooped back in, this time bracing himself with one arm wrapped over the back of the couch and one cupping Logan's cheek so softly Logan could barely feel it unless he were to lean into the touch himself. Roman kissed him softly, sensually, parting with a small pass of his teeth over Logan's bottom lip and a barely there brush of lips that left Logan wanting more. They both turned when they heard a small noise, and saw Virgil wrapped up in Patton's arms with Patton's reddened face pressed into his neck and his own lips parted on what must have been the whimper they'd heard. Patton picked his head up in the silence and his bright smile was enough to cut through the tension, "So I think it's safe to say we're all pretty compatible, hmm?" and the other three broke into light laughter that echoed through the rest of the house.

⁂ (An indeterminate amount of time later aka epilogue) ⁂

Patton just needed to fix this one last hem, and he would be done, he promised himself, but honestly, with the hem done, the weights needed to be sewn on, and with the weights sewn on, the skirt needed to be spin tested and…

"Pat? Honey? It's Saturday afternoon and you've been in here all day," Roman chided, then leaned back against the desk in the room they'd set aside as Patton's home studio.

Patton looked up at Roman and squinted, "That can't possibly be right."

"Yeah, Pattycakes, it's Saturday," Virgil told him gently as he entered, wrapping his arms around Patton's waist.

Logan chimed in as he finally entered last, and Patton was feeling a little like he was being ganged up on, "I am positive you you'll get it done. Saturday is our day though. We only get you for one a week."

"I just need to-" Patton started, only to be interrupted by a kiss to his cheek by Roman. He blinked, then tried again, "Need to-" Nope, this time Virgil, just behind his ear. "To-" Logan, coming in with a peck to the lips, then another, and this one deeper, and- "Guys, I'm feeling a bit ambushed here. I need to get this done."

"No you don't, you need to have it done by Tuesday. You have plenty of time. You're giving Logan a run for his money on the perfectionism front," Virgil explained, running a gentle hand up and down Patton's side.

Patton shivered, leaning into him almost on habit, already knowing he'd lost, but putting up a bit of a fight was half the fun, "Come on fellas..."

"Nope, you're taking a break," Roman insisted, taking the skirt from Patton's hands gently, "We positively insist."

Logan made significant eye contact with Virgil over Patton's head and in a moment Patton was passed from Virgil's arms to be wrapped up into Logan's, where he got another soft but alluring kiss, "We will not hesitate to convince you we are the better option than fabric and pin pricks, my dear."

Patton giggled a bit, patting Logan's chest since his shoulder was a bit of a stretch, "That so? What'll y'all do?"

Logan lifted Patton easily, and Patton wrapped his arms around Logan's neck, "First of all, we would exploit the fact that you enjoy being carried."

Patton laughed again, a little bit brighter, "That so? What next?"

"We'd bring you down the hall," Virgil told him as he guided the pair through the doorway, "And show you the UPDF."

"UPDF?" Patton asked curiously, then was unceremoniously dumped into a stack of pillows that nearly swallowed him whole.

"Ultimate Patton Distraction Fortress, constructed to improve upon a thus-far-ineffective-at-distraction Living Room," Roman declared, then fell back into the pillows next to him with a distinctive thump.

Patton rolled over at Roman's gentle prodding to curl into his chest, looking up at him through his lashes, "And what does this UPDF contain that makes it more effective?"

"Oh simple really, Part 1) Logan has lifted his sugar-for-dinner ban as we informed him it is not technically dinner if it's Linner because someone forgot to eat lunch," Roman informed him, gesturing to the coffee table where a stack of chocolate chip waffles lay waiting.

"Part 2, you've already so cleverly discovered, is the optimal cuddling arrangement of pillows and blankets," Logan continued as he wedged himself in along Roman's side and began brushing his fingers through Patton's hair, which he immediately and predictably melted into.

"Part 3," Virgil added with a thump of his own, curling into Roman's other side and leaning in close to peck Patton's nose, "And what we think may be the key, is all the kisses you can possibly take."

Patton swallowed thickly, and his eyes darkened even as they shone more brightly. "Y'all think you're up for as many kisses as I can take? Cuz that is... a lot of kisses...." he whispered as he leaned into Virgil, one hand holding on tight to Roman's shirt and the other grasping behind him for Logan's hand. "We could be here a long time," he grinned, lips brushing Virgil's as he spoke, "Possibly all night."

"Oh what a tragedy," Logan attempted to deadpan, but his voice had that breathy quality to it, and that made Roman's voice hitch as he went, "Yep, sure, totally cool with that." And, well....

The waffles needed to be warmed up, and by the time they got to the list of movies Roman had queued up they were all asleep before the end credits rolled.

#ts lamp #sanders sides fic #moxiety #royality #analogical #logicality #prinxiety #logince #fluffy fluff fluff #lemme know if you want more for this verse?#i have #soooo many headcanons

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this'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me

#heart art!#adventure forward #af2 #cyalm #celesteal #verfection #YAYYY I DIIDDD ITTTTT #no background cause i nono wanna but YAYYYYYYYYYY #i really love this. im very proud of it dawg #ill be so honest. i do not think i would've like vain revival if it came out.#the idea of not only bringing back cyalm n then also making their evil deeds an unwilling action so that they can be redeemed is. so stupid #but the ideas presented by verfection....... mmmmm #im glad they arent canon bc i can give them so many problems man #insert like an essay on why verfection/2ss is the best character in adventure forward here #maybe a 'stratos verf blueband and voixer are like realy fucked up quadruplets. please listen to me im only stretching a little i prommy'#essay as well #and a 'adventure forward wouldve been better if they just fucking Talked to Eachother a Little Bit More and maybe kiss but idc abt that'#essay as a final desert #im trying real hard not to turn my tags into a 10000 word essay again #so please imagine those essays for me instead. do the hardwork for me #anyways immmm noraml about guys that arent actually real. and that are definelty not just like an oc in a trench coat (silly)#ok i need to stop talking enjoy freeaks byee

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Chapter Sixteen liveblog of The Mandalorian Season 2! Let’s go!!!

It’s the LAST ONE AHHHHHHH!!!!!

DIN BETTER GET HIS SON BACK IN THIS EPISODE I SWEAR TO FUCK

THEY WILL NOT MAKE ME WAIT AN ENTIRE ASS YEAR ON A CLIFFHANGER FOR ME TO SEE DIN HOLD HIS SON IN HIS ARMS AGAIN FUCK NO

Also they’ve kept who directed this episode a secret and lemme tell you I’m REAL curious as to who it was

Ok ok ok ok ok. OK. Here we go

*screaming intensifies*

Ok we getting RIGHT into a space battle

GETTEM BOBA GET EM

Oh but this is Pershing I’m hesitant about him, he let Din go with the baby last time

Hmmm good guy or bad guy

I feel like I’ve seen the actors of these Imp pilots before

OOP there goes Pilot #2

OOOP YEP PERSHING’S A CLONE ENGINEER OOOOOOOOOOH

Ok this guy’s a dickass extraordinaire

Leave Cara alone lol Luke blasted everyone who saw Alderaan blow up into smithereens you should know that

Shut up bro someone’s gonna kill you

YEP CARA GOT HIM

WOOOOOAH DRAMATIC OPENING

The title card says “The RESCUE” which implies the baby is being RESCUED do NOT fuck with me here Star Wars

Ok ok so I have no clue what this planet is I’m curious

Also wait if Pershing’s a clone engineer it’ll be real interesting if he and Boba interact

Oh there’s Bo Katan guess she’s back

OH WHOOP THERE’S A FETT AND A KRYZE MEETING

C’MON STAR WARS DON’T MAKE SATINE LOOK BAD IN THIS I’VE ALREADY GONE TO BAT AND SAID THE FETT EXCOMMUNICATION WASN’T HER FAULT XD

“Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters” bitch you were a TERRORIST holy SHIT Bo Katan why are you like this

ALDKFSJDLK EVEN BO KATAN IS READY TO SQUARE UP OVER A BABY THAT CUTE

Lol whoop never mind

Uh oh here she goes with Boba

To glass eh?

PRINCESS OOOOOH

AND THE CLONES BOOTED MAUL OFF YOUR PLANET AND BAILED YOUR ASS OUT THE FIRST TIME ASSHOLE JESUS

TWICE YOU HAVE LOST YOUR PLANET TWICE

Wait what now about the Darksaber

So it’s a super special cutting saber? Tf?

THE CHILD IS MY ONLY PRIORITY AAAAAAAA

Lol something tells me Pershing’s not gonna make it past this episode he knows too much and is giving too much information

The lesbian energy in this scene is immense btw

Booooo you’re talking a BIG game rn

Y’all have no idea how fucking much I love that Boba’s calling Bo Katan princess it’s the funniest thing

Hmmmmmm honestly they should have expected they’d send TIEs instead

HMMMM GIDEON’S GONNA KILL Y’ALL

Lol Bo who taught you to fly

OH NO OH NO IT’S A TRAP I THINK GIDEON KNEW

Wait a minute fucking duh Gideon knew it was Bo Katan’s voice on the comms he’s met her AHHHHHHH

Aaaaaand here come the terminators

Ohhh so I guess Bo and Fennec and the wlw squad are the distraction

MORE LACK OF OSHA VIOLATIONS AGAIN FOR FUCK SAKE THAT IS DEEP SPACE GODDAMMIT

YAYYYYY GIRLS

Ok so it’s taken this long for Mando to pass the Bechdel test but ngl this is worth it

Wait a fuck so where’s Pershing in all of this? With Boba?

WELL DIN MAYBE IF YOU HAD RAN A BIT FASTER YOU WOULDN’T BE FIGHTING THE TERMINATOR AHHHHHHHHH

Ok so THERE’S the spear

Hahaaaaa he spaced all the Terminators hahahaha

GIDEON’S GUARDING THE BABY AS YOU SHOULD KNOW BO KATAN

If he’s holding the Darksaber to the baby’s neck I swear--

AAAAAAAHHHHH I FUCKING KNEW IT LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE ASSHOLE FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

STOP IT

Ok fine Thrawn 2.0

DON’T TRUST HIIIIIIIIM DON’T TRUST HIM DON’T TRUST HIM DON’T TRUST HIIIIIIIIIIIIIM

I HATE THIS ALL SO MUCH DIE BITCH DIE

NONONONONONONONONONONONONO

AAAAHHHHH I KNEW IT

GET THE SPEAR DIN GET THE SPEAR

THE SPEAR THE SPEAR AAAAHHHHH YES

Ok how is it possible so far that not even Din’s CLOAK has been sliced off

AHAHAHA NO BITCH KILL HIM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oho so we getting some Bo and Gideon drama now!

Whaaaaat since when Sabine gave it to Bo Katan no fight?????

Ooooop the Terminators are back

I knew this was too easy

The Terminators coming back now are like when you roll a nat 20 earlier in a RPG and get rid of one of the really cool bosses the DM wanted to use and now the DM’s like “nOPE I’M STILL USING THEM”

FFS HE HAS A LOCKPICK NOOOOOOOOO

OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO BABY DOESN’T LOOK TOO GOOD AAAAHHHHH HEEEEEEELP

Gideon Shut The FUCK Up Challenge

Oh NOW who’s showing up

Who’s in the X Wiiiiiiiing

I DON’T LIKE THIS WHO IS THIS WHO

Ahsoka???

NO WRONG HEAD SHAPE

THAT’S A LIGHTSABER AAAAAAAAA WHO WHO WHAT

LUKE OR EZRA GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN THAT’S LUKE OR EZRA THAT’S ONE OF MY BOYS HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIIIIIIIT AAAAHHHHHHH

I don’t know if Ezra could take out all those terminators that easily though

OK RIGHT HAND BLACK GLOVE??????

But is that Luke’s saber tho I can’t tell I don’t know?!?!?!??!?!

YEP THE OTHER HAND DOESN’T HAVE A GLOVE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUUUUUUUKE!!!!

I’M GONNA CRY

OH SHIT BO’S DOWN OH SHIT

WHOOP CARA GOT GIDEON NOOOOO JUST LET HIM DIE GAH

And the baby sees the Jedi aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

OK JEDI VS DARKTROOPERS COME ON LUKE GET EM

WAIT NO THAT HAND DIDN’T LOOK WHITE THO COULD IT BE EZRA?

NO BUT THE ONE BLACK GLOVE

Y’ALL I AM ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW THIS HAS MADE ME THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD

Ok good I think Bo’s back up again

LUKELUKELUKELUKELUKE?????

YEP I’D KNOW THAT GAY-ASS BELT ANYWHERE

IT’S HIIIIIIIM

I’M FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD

IS HE A JEDI BIIIIIITCH

Ok the CGI Mark’s kinda scary ngl

Ok Baby’s not gonna wanna go with him and Disney BETTER not make Luke look bad when he says no

OH SHIT HE TOOK HIS HELMET OFF SO THE BABY COULD SEE HIS FACE KSLDJKLSJKLFSDLKJFJKLSAKJ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I’M GONNA FUCKIN DIE THIS IS TOO MUCH THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAY TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART

OH NO OH NO OH NO DIN NOOOOOOO DON’T LEAE YOUR SON

NO NONO NO NO NO HE LOVES YOU

EVERYONE ELSE COVER YOUR EYES FUCKERS

Ok now R2 is just fanservice lmao

Ok now it is ILLEGAL Luke never called this kid Baby Yoda he would ABSOLUTELY do so

OK ALSO BUT LUKE HOLDING HIS BABY GRANDMASTER IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE

OK OK OK BUT ALSO NO LUKE YOU GOTTA GIVE HIM BACK NOW

DIN’S CRYING HONEY NOOOOOOOO

That’s IT

what the FUCK NOOOOOOOO

OK THIS WAS A GOOD END BUT AT THE SAME TIME NOOOOOO YODITO CAN’T STAY WITH LUKE WITH HIS MURDER-HAPPY HELLSPAWN NEPHEW AROUND

Also who’s Peyton Reed?

Anyway but AHHHHHH ok so this is setting up a conflict of Mando succession where once again I don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, Bo took the Darksaber just fine from Sabine in Rebels without a fight????????

Gah it’s early and I’m still tired talk later

but AHHHHHH

#liveblogging the mando show #sw the mando show #mando man of mystery #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian season 2 spoilers #star wars #star wars spoilers #sw spoilers #sw

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bnhatrashcanons · 4 years

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Can I have separate head cannons for Shouji, Tokoyami, and Sero? In a game of truth or dare, Hagakure dares reader-Chan to kiss their crush. Reader-Chan has to go out of the room and KISS them. Hyped up on adrenaline, reader-chan does it. The other girls saw her do it. She runs back to the room, giggling and confused. It’s only until the next morning she realizes it and clumsily tries to apologizes to them. (If that’s too hard, you can just pick one.)

ok but how do u kiss tokoyami have u ever tried to kiss a bird they just kinda cronch also the other boys will be under the cut because she’s finna be long

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Shoji

You were never the bold one. Maybe that’s why you had a crush on the stone cold quiet boy in class 1-A. Or maybe it was his mysterious aura, or the fact that he was a man of little to no words. The girls knew, there was no doubt about it. And you knew in your heart of hearts Hagakure didn’t give you this dare to be mean, she did it to push you into the right direction. Yeah. Yeah that was it.

“Are you gonna do it, Y/N?” Hagakure asked, tilting back and forth impatiently. Biting down on your lower lip, you began to tug on the fabric of her pajama pants.

“Of course you don’t have to,” Momo placed her hand gently onto your shoulder which provided some comfort. “Although all of us girls would be delighted the moment you made your move.”

“You too, Yao-Momo?” You groaned, wanting to fall back and cover your face with a pillow. Hopefully it choked you. Asphyxiation. Yeah. That was an option. “No. You know what.” Holding out your hands in front of you, you stood up. “I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna do it.” The gasps began to flood from the girls, and you were sure Uraraka was about to float in midair. “And if I regret it I can just drop out of UA and move to like, Italy or something, change my name and pretend this didn’t happen.” You began to walk down the hall, nodding violently and awkwardly to yourself to the tune of the girls cheering. The moment you saw him, however, you wanted to back out. He sat, reading a book so calmly, it would be just such a shame to disturb him, right? Maybe you should just walk back and... shit the girls are staring at you. Okay, yeah. No problem.

“Hello there, Y/N,” Shoji said, not looking up from his book. “Is there anything I can help you with.”

Fuck. You had to do it now.

“Yeah, um, can, can you look up at me for one second.” You asked, hands folded together in front of you.

“Sure?” Was his monotone response. He set the book down and looked up at you. “Is there a particular reason-” And you just went for it. You didn’t even bother to pull down his mask, just rested you hands against his jawline and kissed him through the fabric. He could feel it. You were sure. But he didn’t move. Sure, deep down that part terrified you, but you were more focused on the rush of adrenaline the kiss was giving you. The moment you pulled away you didn’t wait for a response, instead you just rushed back to the room the girls were in, heart pounding at a thousand miles per hour. You almost fell back onto the floor. The girls cheering and hyping you up sounded more like poudning against your head.

“Holy shit I did that,” You breathed, clutching your chest.

******

“Holy shit I did that,” You whispered, pulling your covers over your face, feeling it heat up. What the hell were you gonna say to him? How were you gonna face him? Was he going to be mad? There was no telling. Fuck. This could ruin everything.

******

“Hey, Shoji, can I talk to you?” You asked him, not able to look up from the floor. Shoji’s eyes darted from the classroom door to you face.

“That would be great, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” Shoji put a hand on your shoulder and guided you down the hall. You tried not to explode on the inside out because he was touching you and that was too much for your fragile mind to handle. The moment you two were alone you took in a deep breath and prepared for to give him the biggest apology you’ve ever given in your life.

“Look about last night,” You inhaled deeply. “I’m so sorry, the girls, they, they dared me and-”

“Why are you apologizing?” Shoji asked, if you could see his eyebrows you would bet they would be quirked up.

“You’re not mad?” You whispered, folding your hands together.

“Mad? No. Confused, yes.” Shoji crossed his arms. “To be quite candid I’ve liked you for some time. I just never made a move. We both have been focusing so heavily on our hero training, I figured we just didn’t have the time.”

“We have the time!” You yelped. “We definitely have the time!”

“Ok then,” Shoji nodded. “Conversation over. I’ll take you out tonight at seven. We can make it official then.”

Sero

Mina Ashido knew you liked Sero. To be honest, you thought she would be the reason your crush got spilled. Maybe it was her fault that Hagakure dared you to kiss him, but you would never know that. All you knew was that you had a task at hand and you needed to complete it or you would never hear the end of it. So, though it would cost you all of your pride, you stood up.

"Really, Y/N you dont have to do this if you dont want to," Momo sighed, leaning into her lap. "Honestly it's such a childish dare and I understand-"

"Thanks for the concern, Yao-Momo," You breathed, wiping the sweat from your palms onto the fabric of your pajama pants. "But I wont make a move otherwise, so I might as well. If I make a fool of myself and he laughs then hes not the right boy for me." You nodded, affirming your own actions.

"That's actually a cool way to look at it," Jiro cocked her brow, twirling her earlobe jack onto her fingertip. "Even if it is for tape-boy."

"Thank you." You said again. You began to walk to Seros room, Mina and Hagakure following close behind. The closer you got to his door, however, you felt more uncomfortable. Shit. You really did have to go through with this now, didnt you? You didnt even need to knock on the door, you knew him well enough to know that he never locked his door and you always yelled at him for it.

Sero was relaxing in his hammock, earbuds in, and a book in his lap. Clearly he heard you come in, however, as he took one earbud out and looked up at you.

Then he smiled.

Jesus christ that smile was going to kill you. It was going to gut you and rip your insides out. He was just so cute.

"Hey there, Y/N," He chuckled, getting up from where he lay to come greet you. He stood, face to face with you, hands on his hips. "Anything I can do for you this fine night?"

"Um, yeah, actually, there is," You breathed. Before he could say anything you cupped his cheeks and pressed your lips against his. Seros hands naturally fell to your hips, as if you've done this a thousand times. But this is the first time you've kissed. He kissed you back as if he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life. You pulled away, flooded with adrenaline, running out of the room to high five Mina. Holy shit you did it.

******

You may have done it but you couldn't stop thinking about how that was so wrong but felt so right. You stared at the ceiling for the longest time, biting down on your lower lip as you did so. Fuck. School tonight was going to be awkward.

Ping.

Your phone lit up, and a notification from Sero popped up. A text saying 'meet me on the roof. Now.'

Maybe it wouldn't be so awkward.

*******

"What's up," you asked him quietly, pulling the sleeves of your jacket down onto your hands.

"You wanna tell me what's up?" He asked, brows furrowed in the middle of his forehead. "That kiss? What was that about?"

"Oh that?? That, Haha, that was just, uh, you know, a, um, a-" You were interrupted by Sero using his tape to pull you in closer.

"Because you should really know better than to tease me like that," He huffed into your ear, breath hot on your neck. You could feel those butterflies working up a storm in the pit of your stomach.

"I, I didnt mean to-"

"Because I've liked you for a long, long time Y/N. And I would hate for that kiss to have meant nothing." You couldn't speak. You were completely tongue tied. Seros index finger hooked onto your chin. "So, dont kiss me again if you dont want to be with me."

And you kissed him.

Tokoyami

Tokoyami was such a quiet, mysterious individual. You always admired that. You were loud, outspoken, and his opposite in every way. Which is why this dare didnt scare you. In fact, it excited you, despite Momos warnings that this could end very badly. He might not receive well to such a bold motion, but this could be your only shot. Tokoyami clearly wasnt going to make a move, so you had to. Thanks Hagakure.

Tokoyami was outside, sitting on a tree branch with his eyes closed. Okay. Deep breaths. You got this.

"Fumikage?" You asked, quietly, just in case he was asleep. "Are you awake?" He opened his eyes and looked down at you.

"Unfortunately for me, yes," He sighed, unfolding his arms. Maybe this was a bad time. No. Nono. No excuses.

"Is there any way for you to come down? Just for a second? Please?" You begged, biting down on your lip. Nodding, Tokoyami jumped down from the tree in front of you.

"Yes?" And that was your chance, you kissed the side of his beak and pulled away. You did it! Yes yes!! Tokoyamis feathers began to ruffle and turn a bright shade of pink. You couldn't leave to enjoy the girls cheering you on or your adrenaline high. Tokoyami grabbed your hand before you could leave. "What was that?"

"A kiss?" You spluttered.

"And what was the purpose of such an action?"

"I may, or um may not, have had a crush on you for like three months now?" You proposed with a sheepish grin.

"My dove, all you had to do was tell me," Tokoyami breathed, his grip on your hand loosening. "No need to scare me like that. I've liked you too. I just never found the right time to tell you."

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jjkpls · 5 years

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(y)our name 2 - two (m)

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 10.3k

> warnings/content : dumbassesfriends to lovers, unrequited love, slice of life; cursing, dirty talk, penetrative intercourse, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, some filth and then some more filth; jk being a lil shit, oc still panicking

jungkook : Who said I don’t want it

It took him a good twenty minutes to send this. You don't know if he pondered over it for that long or if, after getting back to whatever it is he was doing, the thought suddenly sprang in his head. It's such a curious message. Makes your heartbeat stutters and your hands clammy and it takes you an eternity to formulate a response.

you : Well you sent me the link for a reason

jungkook : Yea cause I thought it might help but it has nothing to do with what I want

What?

jungkook : You’re the one who said you wouldn’t do it again with me

What?

you : Did i say that?

jungkook : Yes you did

You start to type but stop as you realise you don't even know what to say. He wants it again? And what is he even saying? You don't remember ever saying that. Everything's a blur honestly, but Jungkook's words, his insistence, it almost gives off the feeling that he remembers well. Perhaps he hasn't just brushed it off like you thought he did.

you : Would you want it again?

jungkook : Say what you meant to send and I’ll answer

Those goddamn dots.

you : That’s not very fair but whateva

you : You wanna be a big baby as you always are

jungkook : I’m not even going to answer that

you : Well you just did idiot

You purposefully waste time, just trying to delay the confession.

You want to test your luck -maybe rejection is not what's waiting for you. He's pushing it, demanding you to tell. He's admitted some of his own feelings so you should do the same.

you : it’s just that I found myself very frustrated, to an extent solo doesn’t do anything for me anymore..

As soon as you send the text, you shut the device off, throwing it down on the carpet. It's burning like your shame on your face and you can't bear to hold it any longer.

You really sent that. Your heart is beating furiously. You feel yourself sweating bullets. It's so hot, you sway your legs nervously, vainly hoping to ventilate the suddenly overly-heated room.

Jungkook is sweet, he doesn't leave you hanging for too long and soon enough, your phone is vibrating, begging you to pick it back up.

jungkook : Of course it wouldn’t

you : Ok don’t even get cocky with me dude

jungkook : Why not? It’s my fault isn’t it?

jungkook : Cause I made you feel that good

So he knows. You were annoyed for you found yourself troubled, anxious and restless. Shaken to your core, moved to your soul. But a side of you, the rational one, kept pestering that you were the chaotic, dumb and weak one responsible for the mess he's made of you. However, here, he admits he knows. He's known all along. He's done it on purpose: fucking you up.

you : 😐

jungkook : Don’t admit it it’s fine we both know it

What an ass.

you : Seriously you’re too cocky what for

Your brain is off right now. You don't know what to say, tempted by the teasing warmth your chest is taken over but nervous to let it spread too far.

jungkook : I know I’m right

jungkook : I’m not trying to embarrass you

jungkook : Maybe embarrass your exes a bit

jungkook : But it’s pretty easy to tell

jungkook : When someone hasn’t felt a certain way before

jungkook : I know you’ve never come that hard before

jungkook : Don’t lie to me

jungkook : And more than once you reacted like I was crazy

jungkook : Thats the whole fun of playing with a cunt it’s to make it come endlessly until it hurts and your soaked sore and allswollen adn red

Shit. How does he even do that? With just a couple of texts, rendering you speechless, breathless and burning. Soaked in your panties, the discomfort so evident you have to sit up, thighs pressed to one another by fear of exposing the incriminating dark spot out in the open.

He does own you. Capable of manipulating your body and mind with a few well-chosen words. It's something you've never played with, dirty talking. And you didn't know you'd like it as much as you do. But when Jungkook does -the other night, tonight by text- it's lethal.

But how could he do it so easily? Turning so lewd so suddenly? When for the past weeks, he's acted so natural, so casual as if he couldn't care less about the sex you've had. How can he just switch like that?

you : Are you drunk?

jungkook : 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

jungkook : A bit tipsy we went to a bar with the crew

That explains some of it.

jungkook : Was it too much?

you : Nono it’s fine

you : I just don’t know what to say

jungkook : Tell me what you want

jungkook : What you meant to ask me the other night when I so rudely interrupted you with a dumbass article

Well, shit.

It's just Jungkook. Honesty and shamelessness are the main keys of your friendship. However, you're not him and expressing your sexual desires as easily as he does is not innate.

jungkook : Don’t be shy just tell me

Fuck it.

you : I’d like it if you could be with me again like the other night

You can count the excrutiatingly painful seconds as they tick by. It's been fiveteen.

you : 😬

Now, fifty.

you : 😖 😖 😖

Finally, he decides to spare you.

jungkook : Is being friends is not a problem anymore?

you : Idk i trust you you trust me

you : We communicate well most of the time

you : Last time wasn’t such a big deal was it? I feel like we’ll be fine

you : Don’t you think?

You're rambling. You need to stop rambling. It's one thing to be in constant panic mode with this shit -this you can deal with, you know yourself and you accept it- but Jungkook really doesn't need to know.

jungkook : Idk I guess you’re right

you : So when you come back are you going to consider it?

jungkook : No

What a dick. Toying with you, bringing you there to then, deny you. How dares he?

jungkook : I’ve made up my mind already

jungkook : You’ll have me if you show yourself convincing enough

you : like how?

jungkook : It’s not that hard

jungkook : I love it when someone makes me feel like you really want me

jungkook : *they

Oh boy.

you : k ill try

You’re resolute to try. To try your hardest. It kills you, the idea that he somehow managed to have the upper hand in this. It feels like he's going to make you suffer. But the point of the matter, the only thing you care about anymore is the fact that you were wrong -he did enjoy the first time if he’s up for a second. Oh, and also, obviously, the fact that you are a couple of hours away from a devastating orgasm you've been craving for for weeks.

You spend the whole day -luckily for you, you're not working- prepping you. Trimming and grooming. Exfoliating and moisturizing. And as you’re doing all that, your stamina is twitching in anxiety because, holy shit, it feels like it never stops. There’s always a thing to arrange, another one that wouldn’t let itself fixed and when was the last time you spent that amount of effort into looking (that) attractive for someone? Even for Namjoon, you did not.

You did a lot. You cared about him. Namjoon was always so class and handsome and you hated the idea of being an ugly potato attached to his side so you’d take care of yourself more than you would when completely single -just gotta be honest. But not as much. You’re not exactly sure why. Probably because Namjoon was attentive and sweet but not the same kind of lover. He wouldn’t feel you up as heavily as you remember Jungkook doing. He’s never specifically asked to see you with the lights on. He’d talk to you and listen and maybe that’s more what it was about. He would lean in and seem to be drinking in your appearance when you’d be having a good conversation. One where you’d get animated and passionate. You’re pretty sure your brains -no matter how lame you consider them to be next to his- were what he liked the most about you. He must have found you pretty. Surely. But you’d never really caught him giving you a longing stare from the other end of the sofa when you were not looking.

He’d call you pretty and ravishing when he’d come to pick you up for a date and you’d spent a lot of time dolling yourself up. But always the same way. Always the same words. Never anything specific to what you were wearing or whatever. And his eyes were not really looking, were they? It didn’t hurt your feelings nor your ego that much. Because there’s probably nothing more flattering for you to have someone like you for your mind rather than your appearance -the flimsy quite irrelevant thing that you don’t really have much control over. It was fine. And like everything that used to be fine, Jeon Jungkook had to make it a problem.

As you stare at your own reflection in the mirror, pinching your lips together to spread the lipstick more evenly, you’re reminded of the way his hot stare was burning you that night. You remember how every time you’d look his way in the dark, you’d see his big round eyes locked on you with the cute stars in it shining fondly. You have no idea how attracted he is to you physically. You have no idea if he is at all or it’s just a thing that he does. Maybe he likes you the way you like an ugly old picture of yourself. With time and fondness, it becomes sweet and special and you just like looking at it.

Maybe, it's a weird analogy.

More so given what he’d be doing to you, the words he was saying while looking at you like he did. You don’t know how to read this distinctive mind of his. It’s new territory. Not completely terrifying because there’s your guide, your best friend, walking you through it. But it’s like a new mansion you’re just visiting. So bright and light and welcoming, with so many doors all closed but not locked and you don’t know what’s behind any of them even though you’re so curious to figure it out. There’s all those new faces, secrets behind those doors. You hope he’ll open them to you. All of them. They’re holding, you're certain of it, mind-blowing surprises -if the other night, where you discovered an actual man instead of your little boyish baby of a friend, is anything to go by. And it’s wonderful, that idea. That after all this time, after being so sure of knowing the kid like you’ve crafted it from scratch yourself, there is still more to learn about him. New things for him to amaze you with.

“What are you doing?” Eun is watching you with a hand on the frame of the door, eyes blown wide and a weird stance. She looks about ready to flee like she’s witnessing something so unspeakable she is that close to jump on the phone and call the cops.

That’s rude. You’d frown if you were not so concern about munching up your freshly applied mascara. Fair enough, lately, you haven’t been exactly runaway material but the way she’s looking at you is plain blank offensive.

“I’m just making myself pretty. Do I look weird to you?” Maybe you do. Maybe you overdid it a bit.

She completely ignores your concern to jump on the exciting bait you did not even mean to throw. “What for? You have a date?”

“No, I don’t. It’s for my own, uh, enjoyment.”

Her face twists comically while she tsks in disdain. “Bitch, please.” Getting ruder by the second, she is. “You have a date. It’s not Namjoon is it?”

“No, not with Namjoon. But do I look too different, like strange-different?”

“You look gorgeous, babe. I was just surprised.”

“Oh okay, cool.” You decide to take her words for facts, panicking over potentially looking like a clownish try-hard is not what you need.

“So... A date? You little cachotière*.” Here, the nerves hit. You have been nothing but excited since the text conversation you had with Jungkook the night before but now, merely an hour before he’s supposed to be home, you begin freaking out.

It’s Eun and her overuse of the “d-word”. Because it’s not like that. At all. If it becomes a date then you have to rightfully so freak the fuck out. Thanks to her, even if it's not one, you start losing it. In your state of panic, while you observe yourself liquify in the mirror -it’s quite interesting to watch, you having a crisis in real time-, blanching in utter destress, another scary thought assaults you.

Jungkook lives across the short hall from here. He and Jimin and you and Eun are so close and comfortable around each other, you basically share one giant apartment, allowing yourselves to just barge in no matter how inappropriate the moment is. The whole floor is a constant open house. The probability of having Eun find out that you’re in fact sleeping over to their's is so high, it’s almost prophetic.

Shit. She’s going to ask so many questions. And of course, she won’t believe you if you say you dressed yourself up to the nines just to go play games with Jungkook. She’d think there would be something else to it. And she’d be right. But she doesn’t need to know just yet. You were blessed enough the other night, that she drunk herself to sleep with Jimin, knocked herself out so bad she couldn’t remember anything past the cake cutting. Not that you have or want to preserve secrets from her. It’s not really secrets. “Secrets” sounds like you’d purposefully want to withhold information from her from lack of trust. It’s not like that. It’s just whatever Jungkook and you are doing is yours. There are a lot of things you two never consider sharing with other people just because they are your thing.You two share a private garden and no one will ever be invited to visit it.

“Who is it?”

“I- just- it’s a bit soon to-“

“You don’t wanna say yet. Ok, I get it.” She says it with geniune sympathy, yet her glossy lips puckered in a little pout. “Do I know him?”

“Uh- possibly.” Her eyes widen for a second before they’re looking up to the roof, searching her brain for the full list of your common acquaintances -she’s understanding and respectful but that doesn’t mean she's not eaten up by curiosity.

After a while, as you ponder over your own image and consider wiping your whole face off of the makeup to just go with something more like your everyday self, the one Jungkook knows better, Eun gives up on the investigation and redirects her attention back to you, “Is he handsome?”

You don’t know how to answer her and end up giving an incoherent babbling and spilling of squeaky sounds that can only describe it better than words would. She’s smiling a wolf grin, picking up a lipstick from her personal shelf before taking a makeup remover tissue to drag over your already painted mouth. She applies, meticulously, the new taint she’s chosen. It’s a deep red, very sultry that gives you the look of a sexy vampire or maybe a succubus.

She gets it. Jungkook's tending to observe you is not the only reason you've worked so hard on yourself. He is so deadly handsome. You always knew but not felt it arouse anything within you. You saw him as that little brother of yours who’s grown so much into a very charming, universally attractive boy. But that night, with his hair -you’d never, in more than a decade of being his friend, seen his forehead and you’re oh-so glad you did not because horny-high-school-you would probably have freaked about it, who would think that eyebrows could do so much to someone's face- pulled back and his leather jacket, quirking his eyebrow and biting his lip and leaning around like he was some kind of James Dean. You don’t know how responsible are the orgasms -surely, they can have an impact on your perception-, or your thirst, but you’ve decided, observing him more attentively since that night, that he was one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. Truly.

Also you can’t actively name who would be standing right next to him on the podium but that’s just a detail. A detail you won’t share with him more than you did last time because you don’t want his ego to inflate and explode right in your face. It wouldn’t be pretty nor pleasing. He's cocky enough already as it it.

Anyway, you just want to look beautiful because he, himself, is so much so.

“I hope you’re aiming to get laid because with this magic...” Eun leaves the sentence pending, her sharp eyebrows high over her protruding eyes conclude it. You can’t control the widely telling grin drawing itself on your mouth.

“You’re gonna need a lot of convincing.” It’s the first thing he said as he saw you walked in through the cracked open door. You’d just sneaked your way through the whole length of their apartment, trying to not get caught by Jimin while having a mini attack because said Jimin was sitting right there, in the living room you had to pass by. He had headphones on and was so engrossed in whatever he was doing on his cellphone that he didn’t even notice you, staring at him like a deer caught in headlight, not even flinching when in your panic to run from the scene while luck was still on your side, you had knocked down a craft bag full of noisy ramen boxes. You hadn’t even picked it up, just rushing to the end of the hallway for Jungkook’s bedroom.

You don’t know what you look like right now. You feel awkward and dishevelled and quite exposed, standing in front of him in your fancy outfit while he’s in his pyjamas, looking up at you from the bed, with an unimpressed expression masking his face.

“You know I arrived 2 hours ago, right?” He is not genuinely upset, you can tell. But there’s a little edge to his tone. An honest curiosity. And maybe a relief. Maybe he thought you had changed your mind and hadn’t bothered letting him know about it.

“Yes, sorry. Mom called.” You say it with a bratty roll of your eyes as if you’re not left warm and fuzzy each time you hang up a phone call with her.

She’s lovely. You miss her often but not to the point of actually wanting her around -she’d pester and nag the life out of you if she were to see the state of your room and just the general way you chose to do things. And she talks so much. She has so much to say every time she picks up the phone to ring you. Everything about her and about your dad and the rest of the family and the rest of the neighbourhood and what the mayor has been up too and what her colleagues at work have been discussing about these days. It goes on and on and on and you understand that it comes from a place of her missing you dearly but when most of the times it is okay and a fairly entertaining way of wasting two hours doing nothing, you couldn’t care less about whatever the hell was going to be replacing the shop next to your uncle’s when the stupid story is delaying the event of tonight. But how could you tell her that? So you sat on the barstool, your forehead pressed onto your handbag (that you didn’t need but you were supposed to go out on a date so that fit better the narrative), shoe-clad feet bouncing nervously in the air, half-listening, half-dreading, humming noncommittal monosyllabic words into the phone, as Eun watched you from the sofa, staring with a beyond confused, low-key judgmental gaze, miming with all her body how you should hang up and head out. And that’s how you arrived two hours late when you meant to be in his bedroom before he even came back from the station.

You shrug, grimacing in a form of apology. But Jungkook knows your mom like his own and doesn’t hold you accountable for the lateness anymore, his face being recovered by a soft layer of fondness at the mention of her. “She said to tell you she thinks about you a lot and misses you. And to give you kisses too.” He chuckles at that and you match him, amused by the double meaning you now give to the term. You used to almost fear those innocent kisses -more subconsciously than not, it just wouldn’t come about, none of you needing to express your affection like that- and look at you now. About to get screwed by him. For the second time.

He is staring up at you with an intensity, you don’t want to get ahead of yourself and assume what it means but it is here. And you can't help but stare back, hoping to not show too much how bad you want to jump on him right now. Lain in bed like that, back pressed against his headboard, with a half unbuttoned white silky-like shirt, and his expression and his demeanour, you can see that under the cover his legs are taut and slightly parted: he looks like he’s expecting something. You. He’s been expecting you and you’re finally here and he’s tantalizing you with the meal he knows you want to consume. Tantalizing because no matter how sure you are that his expression means he still is on board and wants you, he doesn’t look willing to make a move. “So, as I was saying: a lot more convincing will be needed.”

“Well, I’m here already. Doesn’t that tell you I- like- want it?”

“Sure. But still it’s late and I’ve been travelling all evening and I’m so tired.” He feigns a yawn. “As you can see, I was going to sleep.” What an annoying little shit. He makes his eyes all big and sorry-looking, putting his mouth in a pout like he’s saddened. But you see the quirks of his stupid eyebrows. He has the “bullshit face”. It’s pretty self-explanatory. Whenever he has it on, and he has very little control over it by the way, you know he’s in for some bullshitting. Either it shows when he wants to get away with something he’s done or doesn’t want to admit it out loud, or he’s straight on wanting to mess with you. He has had that stupid face since he was fourteen and he pretended in that one conversation about porn and sexism that he shared the same opinion as you and yes, lesbian porn for male was wrong and disgusting. He didn’t believe a word of it, and this not because he was a big fan of the genre but because he wasn’t a big consumer of porn in general -which you didn’t know at the time. You just knew that he was lying because his face contorted in a way it never did before and that was suspicious as hell.

So here comes the bullshit face and you already know why. You’re in for some torture. Jungkook and his stupid competitive ass. While he doesn’t like competing in 'real' life with other people because he doesn’t like to win over them, he has no problem with you. He loves to make your life harder. He balances it out by being the best friend you've ever had but still, so aggravating.

“Guk, seriously, don’t be mean. I already made the first step the other day!”

“And then you avoided me for a week.” He says, totally unfazed.

“It wasn’t even a week.” You’re the one scowling now. Mumbling through button-shaped lips. “Seriously, I can’t do this...” There’s a flash of alarm blinking for a second on his face as he straightens up in his bed, the cover slipping completely from his torso, exposing all the golden skin peeking from the open shirt.

“Do what?”

“‘Convince you’. I can’t- like- seduce you or whatever.” You grumble like an upset kid and that’s pretty much what you feel like. It’s like your favourite toy, the one you’ve been wanting for many Christmas is just right here, within reach, but you won’t have it because you’re required to resolve an impossible math problem or something. It’s too hard. You already feel yourself burning from embarrassment, your heart is thumping in your temple and you just decide to give up, taking a few tentative steps backward, hand already reaching out for the handle when Jungkook jumps off of his bed to grab it. Standing so tall and broad, hovering you, his warm hand holding yours and the breeze of his perfume hitting your nostrils, you’re taken by a rush of excitation. It’s crazy what the context does to perception. He stood that way in front of you so many times but never have you felt so small, never have you found him so big and attractive because of it and that scent, you’ve smelled basically all your life -a soft flowery carress-, never made your head spin that way.

“Don’t leave!” His voice is a bit loud, almost desperate and the thought that he might be makes you smile internally. “Lemme help you.” He demands so gently, with the stars in his eyes as fervent supporters to his cause, there’s no way you’d say no. He could ask you anything when he’s looking and talking to you like that, with his warm hand now pressed to your neck, thumb caressing your cheek.

You nod your head once and he kisses you. As softly as he is, your hands clutch at his shirt way too intensely to match. He’s so gentle like you’re a tiny little thing he’s dreading at the idea to scare away. So different from the kisses you remember him giving you the other night. It’s lovely anyway. Tender as can be. Delicate and kind and when he pulls back to look into your eyes again, your heart warms up with all the love and adoration you have for this man. He really is your best friend, the most important person in your life that you had chosen and he makes you so happy.

“Is it okay?” He whispers so sweetly you want to wrap your arms around his neck and suffocate him with love. You nod again this time more dismissively because a scent in his breath has just interpellated you.

“Have you been drinking?”

He smiles cheekily, dipping his head down in guilt. “I had a shot or two.” You relish in the shameful tremble of his confession.

There’s this complimentary thing about you two. One would often compensate for the other's lacking. It’s never been conscious or anything but it’s always been there. You see the way he gulps visibly, you recognize the tiny blush of his cheeks sauntering to his ears, you know why he had those shots, and you feel the rush of confidence run through your veins because he is so nervous, you can see it now. Therefore, you have to tease. It’s only fair.

“You were not this nervous by text, were you?”

“Stop saying that, I’m not nervous!” He exclaims with passion but you both know he’s lying and it makes you laugh right in his face, uncaring of his pinching your cheek to make you stop. He’s just too cute and dumb.

“Keep that up and I really won’t be nice to you.”

Even if the grin remains on your face, you shudder from head to toes. His tone has dropped to a lower purr, his gaze is dark with a gravity that wasn’t there before. That's funny because it really feels like a deja-vu. Last time unrolled so similarly and you know what is supposed to happen now.

“You always say that.” He doesn’t say anything, keeps staring, engaging in an eye staring contest, daring you to not drop your own. “You threaten me but you never act on it.” You say quietly. You don’t know what comes over you, probably just the heat of the moment, but you regret almost instantly to be so reckless. You don’t want him to be merciless with you. You had a taste of him being fairly nice the other night and almost died. You’re terrified of him being mean. But here you are tempting him into doing just that.

Perhaps he, who knows you the best, reads you again like a book he’s written himself and he settles for being soft and lenient with you. He leans in to smash his lips to yours, now wet and demanding, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before you even get to close your eyes. His hands holding your head firmly, his hips leaning forward making his thighs dig into you, his tongue greets for the briefest of moment your own, sending a direct message to your centre which you can feel clench around nothing. But before you can gather back your thoughts and try and meet him and work his mouth too instead of just letting him devour you, he’s let you go. All grip on you, any proximity allowing you to feel his warmth are gone. He’s so far the only thing that's still been linking you, the thin strip of saliva joining your mouths, snaps. You’re cold outside yet burning inside, heart erratically pumping in your chest, feeling dumb and confused and abused and revolted, because why would he already stop? Especially to step back and look at you like he’s decided he now wanted to be mean.

“I’ve helped you enough. Now it’s on you.” You gawk in silence, watching mindlessly as he proceeds on making his bed, laying the cover flat so he could hop back down on it.

“What does that mean?”

“Make me feel good. Remind me why I’m letting you have me when you’re being such a bitch.” You gasp at the choice of word. He’s never used it in front of you, not even in a joking manner -or maybe once or twice but he was talking about his roommate who happens to be one at times. Your astonishment is met with the greatest smirk. He’s having so much fun because he’s got the upper hand again. “Treat me better and I’ll be good to you when it’s your turn.”

And this is one of those moments you'd encountered so many times since you were a little girl. This instance where two options would be presented to you and you had to make a choice. An important one. One that you decided would define you and therefore, it needed to be the right one. Either you choose the easiest option, indulge in your fear of the unknown, turn into a coward, denying yourself what you really want because you’re scared. Or you carry your virtual balls, decide that even if you might fail, you will follow this terrifying path out of your comfort zone because you want the future you to be proud and thankful for you. Most of these times, you did not only think about you but also about the little boy with the bunny teeth and fluffy hair and big and soft wondering eyes which were always watching you, you couldn’t permit yourself to bend and plead because you wanted to inspire him to be strong and adventurous.

The boy's right there. Not so little anymore. Not needing any push nor any light to follow. But eyes still as big and soft, looking at you so expectantly, you recall those would never hurt you. You can face the shame. You can even face the embarrassment of not knowing what to do or try and end up doing wrong because it’s just Jungkook. He’d smile to heal your bruised ego and guide you gently the way he did before.

You step forward, carefully, as if he’s become the fragile being ready to fly away now. It's silly. The precaution is for you more than for him. Legs twitching slightly, eyes set on your every move, lips now hanging open as if he’s struggling to breathe, he doesn’t look whatsoever wanting to back away. He’s waiting for you. You slip your feet out of your shoes in a swift motion, before kneeling on the bed, one hand setting on his knee. You see his Adam's apple jump up and down and you wonder if he doesn’t wish he had downed more than two shots. He keeps switching from a nervous wreck to a hot “alpha” dude and you don’t understand how you're supposed to deal with that.

When you look down, pondering over your next move, you notice the blue shorts he has on. You know them for you’ve seen him wearing them multiple times before. They’re meant to be rather loose. At least you thought they were. But as you gawp at them, you’re struck by how tight they look on his legs. They end way higher than they should because of his position, his thighs filling them up to the point of straining -if he keeps them for too long you’re sure he’ll have a thin indent along his skin. His thighs look so meaty and the part just before his knees, lacking fat rendering his monstrous muscles enhanced. You press your own legs on reflex. You had no idea a man's legs could be so attractive.

The glorious view finishes to urge you on. Trailing forward, your hands set on the object of your new obsession, fingers loving the warmth of his skin and dipping in the flesh. He feels wonderful under your touch.

Would he let you bite them a bit? Maybe if you ask nicely, he will. You shake the thought off. It’s not the plan right now. You don’t even know if he’d like that and you’re supposed to please him.

You raise yourself from the bed, keeping your balance thanks to the grip you have on his thighs and get even closer to take a seat on the left one. Jungkook looks so handsome from up close. You’re met with his soft skin and pretty shades. There’s the rather deep scar he got on his cheek one of those times when you were fourteen and you were practising riding your bikes on the low stairs in front of the subway station. You remember how scary it was to have to entangle him from his fucked up bike with half of his face pissing blood. Terrifying. But it left him with this eternal scar, charming along with his boyish features, and memory of a not-so-pleasing moment but precious friendship. You love it even more because he lies each time he's asked about it, telling crazy stories that'd never happened, while sporting a cheeky smile only you understand. And there are his beauty marks scattered here and there like they’re playing a game of hide-and-seek. You find your favourite one hiding under his bottom lip, lean in to place a kiss on it.

When you back away his eyes are shut, his face so relaxed, he looks so peaceful and happy with this tiny curve of his pink lips -lips that you notice are smeared with a faint dark red you know to be the lipstick you're wearing-, you want to squeal from how grateful you are to have him like that.

Jungkook scrapes his throat when he opens his eyes again, shifting a bit under you as if to get more comfortable and you’re reminded that he’s waiting. He’s been waiting patiently and your clit from down here pulses as to remind you that you also need something.

So you start moving. Hands pressed to his shoulders, loving how sturdy and big he feels under you, you grind languidly along his thigh. You feel it building already. You've lost the manner, the way to do this for it to be nice, but it's so hot: he is, his breath on your lips is, the room, everything is. Soon the intense gaze you’re sharing with him is broken as his head falls backward, all teeth out from how amused he is. You don’t stop moving, no matter how confusing his reaction is, because the contact on your clit feels incredible. It shoots a succesion of electric shocks through you, blanking your mind momentarily each time, there’s no way you’re stopping because he wants to make fun of you again.

“So I tell you to please me and that’s what you come up with?” He asks once his fit of chuckles have quiet down.

Breathlessly, you counter, “You said you liked that.” You’re not offended about his change of mood. You couldn’t care less. Not when you’ve figured out exactly how to move your hips to treat your cunt, when the motion has come so easy to perform you can now speed up comfortably.

“I do but when you’re done, you’ll have to try harder than that.” You nod, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. He takes hold of your hips. He’s not guiding, just letting his hands there as to feel you, encourage you. “For now, just make yourself come, babe.” Your eyes open again on his, the latter having a lot to say. You read them outright. He wonders if it’s ok to call you that. He apologizes every time he does it by accident so it feels a bit weird, unfamiliar. But the pet name, for some reasons you don’t care to elucidate, renders you all putty and giddy. He can probably feel it in the way you melt even more in his embrace, looking up at him with large eager eyes.

“I promise I’ll do better after.” It slips out of your mouth straight from your hazy heart and Jungkook catches it with eagerness. You sound so tiny and lenient. Almost pitiful.

“You’re doing great, baby.” He assures you right away, kissing your jaw with way more tongue than lips. “You’re so sexy.” You moan over him, from the pleasure building, the wetness on your skin, the praise, the name. Your fingers slip under the open folds of his shirt, too lazy and incompetent to unfasten the buttons, but so eager to grant your eyes with the glorious vision of his thick chest, they drag the tissue down as much as it’d go, not caring the least about how the stretch might hurt the skin around his neck. “Are you close?”

“Yes.” You moan in his ear. His hands on your covered hips glide along your thighs to sneak under the skirt of your dress and grab the flesh the find there.

“You know one thing that I would really like you doing for me?” His voice, texture of honey, meets the crook of your neck and coats your heart in a thick, warmth layer.

“Tell me.” You pant in his face without an once of embarrassment left. You’re rutting like a horny bitch on his thigh, begging him to tell you how you could please him. How he brought you there, how he is doing all this is beyond your comprehension but you're loving every aspects of it.

“I'd really like you to cover my cock with the pretty lipstick you have on.”

Your lips press against one another. May Eun be blessed.

“I’d love that.” His tongue is at your collarbone for a devilishly short instant. “'Will show me how desperate you are for it.”

“Ok, I will.” He smiles to you, from his bunny smile to his glittering eyes. “Can you kiss me? Like ear-earlier?” His mouth is on yours before you get the question fully out. You moan into him, finding out this is the tiny push you needed. As he licks and sucks, his fingers digging deeper in your thighs, you get off both from the friction and his kiss. You’re almost there. You can feel the heat spreading. You sneak one of your hand down his chest to his crotch to get a grasp of his cock. It’s so hard and so hot under your palm. So hot and wet in your mouth. And you are coming undone, hips snapping on his leg, eyes shut and lips open only to leave out a small, broken whine. The pressure against your clit feels a bit too intense, a bit raw and makes you jerk and wince, until Jungkook wraps his arms around you and welcomes you into his chest, kissing the top of your head while whispering something you don’t really catch through the ringing in your ear.

It’s decided. If he’s ok with it you’ll come back to his bed for all your sexual needs. Rubbing yourself on a pillow never felt that good and he hasn’t done much to you, just being there and turning you on in a way that shouldn't be allowed. When you withdraw from his lap, you’re cringing visibly from the sensitivity, movements slow and careful, face contorted. Jungkook is watching you with undisguised enjoyement, a grin biting on his lower lip.

“So I gather you like thigh riding too, now?” You shrug, red in the cheeks, avoiding his gaze. He doesn’t comment further. He just sits there, the tips of his fingers grazing mindlessly the thigh you just rode. The other set of fingers toying with the hem of his dishevelled shirt. You watch him from under your lashes, not ready to meet his eyes just yet, resulting in you having to face the prominent bulge of his crotch. The moment lasts for an eternity. All you can think about is why he won’t give it to you already. “If there’s something that you want, you should know how to ask for it.”

Aggravation is heavy on your temples. You take the time to think about it and quite frankly you don’t have it in you to start arguing for something you both know that you both want. You’re not that petty. He can have his stupid win if he wants.

“Strip already so I can- suckyouoff.” How is it so difficult to say out loud? You’ve never thought yourself to be that prude but here you are, having to say the words, and you realize you’re so unfamiliar with them if not for the erotic novels you used to read back in high school. While he, on the other hand, says all those obscenities with such perfect phlegm.

His slender fingers raise to his shirt, toying with the first button and after an excruciatingly long time which tastes of pure torture, they unfasten it. They aim for the next one but just stop there. You’re boiling, shaking, this close to jump on him and rip it off already. Decency and, to a bigger extent, pride keep you from doing so. He would like this too much.

“That won’t do, ___.” You can't help the long sigh that escapes you.

“Remember what I said? Convince me.” He says again, stressing the syllables as to make sure you get them right this time. He's pushing you so far. Too far. You don't get why he would challenge you this much. He was gentler the other night, more complaisant. Maybe it turns him on. Maybe he's not a total dick and actually likes to be worshipped rather than simply enjoying your misery. You do want to please him. Therefore, with a trembling voice, breath shorten by timidity, you pronounce aloud the words you mean but hurt to admit.

“Can I please have your cock?” Those are the magic words. In a blink of the eyes, his shirt is thrown away, one of his hand sets on his crotch, massaging it softly while the other reach for you, open palm welcoming you forward. You fit yours in it, Jungkook presses the inside of your fingers to his mouth before he drags you to him. Once you've kneeled in between his opened legs, your hand slip from his. You look up, gnawing on your lip. “Can you like- guide me through it?”

“You've never given head before?”

“I did but- I don't know. I want it to be good.” He smiles wide. That big, big grin that shows off both his up and down lines of teeth, with his dumb nose all scrunched up.

He nods, observing you quietly. And you reach for the waistband of his shorts. You mean to just drag it down to his thighs but he takes upon himself to strip completely out of it. You have no idea how he does that, standing fully naked there, in front of you -who's still fully clothed, by the way. You're not complaining; when he's looking this good, it makes it rather understandable. He looks perfect. Perfect but not in a linear, boring way. In a shockingly stunning way.

You've never had the full experience. You had the massive thighs, the broad shoulders and lean chest, his pretty face and opulent fluffy hair on top of it. But all put together, he's a deadly piece of art. Hypnotizing. Shaped like an Adonis. He looks so handsome. Gorgeous.

And of fucking course, as any piece of art, not a detail is left neglected. He's this remarkable to his very sex.

It's so fucking ridiculous. And unfair.

Quick before letting yourself the time to look at it for too long and get intimidated, you wrap your hand around it. Fairly long and lean, fair with a blushy tip. So soft and warm and hard in your hand. Such a pretty cock. The thought plagues your mind but you're smart enough to not say it aloud. It's one of the weirdest thought you've ever had, you realize.

It's true though. So true. So pretty it just pulls you in.

You kiss the head a few times, slowly, before you slide to the length. Walking your way up with your tongue, you hear him hiss aloud, see his abs contracting in spasms.

The tip of his cock is so tender. Flushed, silky and soaked, tasting and feeling so nice on your tongue, on your lips. Your eyes meet his. You're just curious to see how sweet his face looks when he's letting out all those tiny whimpers. You see him grimace, frown before he closes his eyes shut and throw his head back, blocking entirely the view you're giving him and you're wondering if you're doing this right. He's not giving you any guidance like he said he would. He's not that loud, quite quiet even, if you consider how talkative he was the other night. He's not bucking his hips uncontrollably in your wet heat like you remember your ex, Taehyung, used to do.

As you suckle on the head, dipping the tip of your tongue in the slit, your left hand holding him firmly upward while the right one, curiously tests its way down, caressing his balls. There's a switch hidden there apparently. Each time the tip of your fingers dip there, he leaves out a languid groan.

“You're not telling me what to do.” You complain between two deep inhale, raising up. Your lips feel hot, tingly, and you imagine them swollen and red. You imagine it's the reason why he's staring at them the way he is.

“I don't need to tell you anything. You're- You're doing perfect.” It makes you roll your eyes. His voice is tensed, his words stuttered but he might be faking it. He's not even cursing or anything. His hands not gripping your hair. Awfully disappointing. Perfect in your mouth but disappointing around you. Even more so, when he stops you from leaning to work your mouth on him again. “You wanna give me more?” You stare silently, not having a clue of where a yes would take you. “Wanna try to ride me?”

It’s the best sensation you’ve ever felt. Sitting on his chest like it's your throne, having him look up at you with the giant marbles he has for eyes, enchanted and eager. “Should I eat you out first?” You’re soaked. You’ve been feeling yourself drip since you tasted for the first time a drop of his precum, you don’t need to be eaten out. You know what’s to come. You’re about to have him fill you up again. After all this time craving for it, dreaming day and night about it. You wouldn’t want to delay it any longer.

When Jungkook gets busy grabbing a condom from the nightstand, you take the opportunity to throw your dress over your head. You’re not sure why he hasn’t hinted at taking it off yet. His wandering hands have been teasing the skin under it non stop but he’s never tried to actually take it off.

“Jungkook, why not take my dress off?”

He looks up from the wrapper he’s been struggling with, confusion shining in his eyes. His mouth opens, about ready to answer but he catches sight of your form, naked except for the delicate black lace lingerie you carefully picked. He’s never seen you naked with proper lightening, nor any close to this state of undressing as the last time he’s seen you in a bikini, well, you can't remember but it was probably in late middle school. He seems to like it. It’s the special gaze again. The one of a lover. The ardent one, dark, almost teary as his hands graze up your sides so lightly it leaves a painful scorching along the skin. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You mean to hit his chest to chastise his over-exaggerated gravity but you can’t deny his sincerity and your hand simply lands flabbily instead. “Can I keep my, uh, underwear?” He just nods, doesn’t get cocky or mocking, eyes still bathing in your appearance, and a crazy thought occurs. Could it be possible that he sees you the same way you see him?

You don’t like to talk in leagues. It’s ridiculous and pointless and for the most part inaccurate. You know your worth. You’re a good person with a lot to offer, fairly pretty on a good day, with some flaws, of course, but nothing that outrageous, just like most people. But Jungkook is quite, he’s quite phenomenal. Friendship put aside, you can see how much of a surreal deal he is. And physically -even though it doesn't usually matter to you but since it’s about sleeping together for the sake of sex rather than feelings, it kind of does matter here-, he’s beyond anything you have ever seen, in real life or on a screen. He’s something else. Something else from another world. A perfect dream of a perfect sculptor brought to life. And he’s looking at you like he doesn’t know that, like he can’t see that and he believes it’s you the piece of art.

“Sure. You’re- It looks so pretty on you.” His voice has lost some of the heavy tension from before. He's smoothing the tissue under his fingers, studying the quiet intricacies in the pattern.

“Thanks. I just bought it.” His dark orbs snap up.

“For me?” You could lie. You could and he would never know about it but you want to tell him the truth. You nod. Shrugging slightly to pretend casualty. Kindly, he whispers, “Thank you, babe. I love it.”

Maybe it's the timid blush on your cheeks that manages to change his heart. Either way, it’s like he finally thinks you’ve done enough and don’t deserve to be waiting any longer. However, now it’s your turn to delay the action a bit. Placing your hand on his just wrapped firmly around his cock, you prevent him from covering it up just yet. There’s still precum shinning at the slit, and the head looks so sweet, you just need to know if it’d feel as good against your clit as it did on your tongue. It does. It’s soft and sleek, warm, it toys so pleasingly with your button and the visual, the visual is sinful. The cherry on top is the expression you catch on his face when you look up. Jungkook is as mesmerized as you are by the sight.

“I want you now, Guk.” It takes him a good five seconds during which he gauges your gaze. You’re not sure what he meant to find there. Doubt maybe? Disappointment? Probably. Disappointment matching his own for he seems to drag on the moment he separates your two sexes to proceed on slipping the condom on. You feel it too. The almost dread. There’s a vivid image of him jerking himself off against your clit that blinks furiously behind your eyelids. Fuck. It doesn’t help to see him tug at his cock and manipulate it between those beautiful veiny hands of his.

“Up.” You obey forthwith, pushing on your knees to let him place the tip just under you. His free hand push the crotch of your panties to the side, managing to sneak a couple of fingers between your lips. It makes him smile when he sees you unwittingly bucking your hips forward. “You control it all, ok? It’s like for my thigh, you just do what feels good to you, yeah?”

You nod. The rational part of your brain is freaking out but the greedy glutton that is the other side jumps on the occasion. Literally. In one swift motion, you've downed yourself completely on him, taking his cock entirely in, you’re almost positive you can feel him in your womb. It has him gasp loudly, cursing under his breath as his hands fly to your hips to squeeze them meanly. You don’t know if it’s a manifestation of a brusque and unexpected rush of pleasure or if you’ve hurt him as much as you hurt yourself. He should have done it. He’s the one that knows how to get you off. He gives you the power for five seconds and you manage to hurt the both of you with your incompetence and stupid hormones. It's not a good time to give up though. Not when he still has the steamiest kisses for your collarbones. You start rising up slowly this time, it’s decided you’re keeping it slow. It’s easier for you and brings you progressively to a more comfortable fit. Also as you take your time to free every inch and take them back in one by one, you get to feel him graze your walls. It’s a wonderful sensation. Being that filled up. Being on top of this man who’s still holding you like you’re holding his faith between your hands and he’s so willing to know what you’ll decide to do with it.

Lucky for him, you're feeling merciful. It’s hard not to when through the layers of sweat and crimson covering him into your lover, you still catch glimpses of your best friend. The cute little boy, forever the cure to your loneliness and adversities, the one person you would give up your whole life and its aspirations for. Even your family, you care so much about them, love them so dearly but you’re still marked by that time you had to come to the realization that your life was your own and you had to disappoint them by going against what they wanted for you just because it didn’t match your vision. But Jungkook, Jungkook could ask anything from you, anything and you’d give it to him. You’d give up on anything that’s ever meant something to you. Because he is everything. He's all the meaning your life owns. You’re not sure if it’s the right time but it’s there, sitting on his cock, riding him minutely that you feel a rush of utter love and adoration for the one friend that possesses your happiness since you were little. He's so sweet to have never withheld it from you but you know it depends on him. You could cry just meeting his pretty eyes looking back at you with as much fondness as your heart feels.

You’re getting too sappy, it’s ridiculous. You gather it comes from the pace, nice but not high enough to have you two focused entirely on the pleasure. Therefore you proceed to mix it up as much as your body would allow you. Switching the speed, the movements, rotating your hips instead of rising them, going back to jumping on it, just guiding yourself by his reactions, the quiet curses, the kneading of your flesh under his hands, the wincing of his features. He’s so hot. So sexy. You can’t keep your eyes off of him. You don’t even deliberately control your hips anymore. It’s just your body following closely Jungkook's advice. Doing whatever feels good.

“Guk, I’m close.” His eyes which had been closed for the past few minutes from the deep grinding of your hips against his pelvis suddenly shoot open. They’re not soft nor gentle anymore. All dark and intense again.

He grabs your face in his hand, the thumb digging in your left cheek as the rest of his fingers press the other one. Pressing his mouth hard to yours he asks, “Will you come for more?” He's harsh, voice severe as he doesn't speak but growl, sending an electric jolt to your spine. Soon the idea that there might be even more hidden wherever that Jungkook comes from is sending liquid fire to your cunt.

“Yes, yes, I will!” You gasp, blinking a tear down your cheek. He notices it and let his grip on your face to wipe it away. You’re about to come. You’re so fucking close. You can tell the ball of your orgasm has reached its maximum size, it just needs something, one little something to burst and annihilate everything else. “Why?” His hand is back to the side of your face, not rigid like before instead warmly cupping it. Eyes searching for yours, he presses, “Why is that? Baby, tell me please.”

“Cause you’re so goo-uh”

“Me or my cock?” He chuckles against your hair and you wonder how the fuck he has enough brains left to make jokes, when he’s that deep inside of you and must be, has to be, as close as you are.

“B-both” That makes him laugh again, that same mean chortle.

“Yes,” He’s moaning it so languidly. He relishes in the idea. “Shit- come here.” Jungkook presses down on your lower back, you follow leniently, like clay in his hands, laying entirely on top of him. He helps you raise your ass up higher and once you meet the perfect position to take it, he starts thrusting upward hard, slowly but brutally, each time you can hear the loup clap of his hips against your skin, you’re pretty sure it’s going to hurt tomorrow but for now, it feels fabulous.

It’s so rough and it feels like you’ve been going at it forever. The girth is dragging the ring of your hole along with the movement and that stimulation alone is electrifying. You’re almost there.

“Tell me- talk to me,” Desperation is laced closely to his tone now. It fits him so well, you're loving it. “Tell me y-you’ll come back to me for m-more, please.” He’s losing it, you can hear it in his tremble, his cute stutter. And the grunts he’s leaving between each needy word sound animalistic.

“I will, Jungkook.” It comes out before you even get to think the confession over. But as it does, you realize you mean them entirely. “I’ll always come back, you just, ah, you fuck me so well. So fucking good, your big cock always-” A particularly strong thrust, resembling more of a spasm, pushes a new tear down your cheek. “fills me up so good, you- no one has ever-“

“Fuck. No one has ever what?”

“Fucked me this good, shit.” Shockingly enough it’s your own words, filterless, genuine and born from the fabulous heat of this moment, that suffice to push your orgasm to the edge and make it explode and invade your whole being, body and mind. You don’t even take notice when Jungkook ends up coming, blinded and rendered deaf by your own pleasure.

It's when your erratic heart starts to calm down, and your muscles to relax, melting calmly into Jungkook’s body who’s welcoming you so kindly, not complaining about the heat or the weight or the stickiness, you gather he came too.

It’s incredible this sensation. Not that you’re proud of it but being taken over by pleasure so much so to render you selfish and clueless of your every surrounding, even your lover, it’s never happened before. You wonder if that’s not the precise reason why none of your before-Jungkook orgasms can compare.

As you land back safely on his chest, you're only granted a few minutes with his agitated heart beating under your cheek and his comforting warmth before your surroundings reappear to you, obnoxiously reminding themselves to existence. “Oh my god, Jimin!” You whisper yell in a theatrical gasp. It just makes Jungkook laugh. This moron.

“S’fine, he has Eun to discuss it with.” You raise up, fighting the fatigue, just to glare at him. It's the same stupid argument as last time. Except this time, it's so fucking worse. You still don't get how casual he can be about this. “I don’t care. Do you?”

a/n : Phew. That was a big chunk. If you made it this far, i thank you immensely. I’m sorry if the editing is a bit off, i’ve been looking at this piece of work for too long and my head is torturing me so yea, soz. What did you think? Tell me all your thoughts!! There’s still one chapter to go (but i don’t know when it’ll be up - i have other little spooky projects to attend to, i hope you guys don’t mind). ANYWAY. A beautiful week-end to you guys, kisses, love & 🍗🍜. :)

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