#kinda obvious if u follow me that I can go ON and ON and ON about what the fuck is up with some of my characters
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Character Work
Got an ask the other day that asked me how I developed a character, and there was no room to go into it on that ask at all, but I did want to note something. As a fic writer I feel pretty unqualified to write on how to create a character, but I do have something specific I want to say that I've been thinking for a while. I'll keep it just to that. I'll also say that I'm talking exclusively about writing, and not how you engage with fandom. It is, in fact, extremely fun to make an endless series of meaningless headcanons for random dudes. I'm just talking about in terms of how you approach the character from a writing perspective. Which is...
Your OC makes a bad character.
I mean your Dungeons and Dragons character. I mean the character you have a character sheet for, the character you've thought about for years, the one that you are extremely fond of and who feels like a real person to you. The character that is the character, and to change them would feel like changing a person.
Characters should feel like real people to the reader, but as the writer you cannot think of them as people. They are plot devices and a function of the story. They don't need to be fleshed out before you start writing. The actual creation of the character should take place in the outlining and drafting process.
I'm not saying you aren't allowed to stop and think about their favorite grilled cheeses or their sign. There's a few lists of good questions to ask yourself about your characters before you start writing them, such as their desires and their home lives, but the list of actual questions you need to answer are short. And you should try to stop there, because otherwise you're going to over-develop your character and it's going to get in the way of the story.
Assuming you're writing a character focused story, the character's journey is the plot's journey. But the character and the plot exist in relationship to each other. I think of them as two interlocking gears - some things in the plot just can't happen because Character A wouldn't do that, but some things need to happen for the plot to work, so Character A needs to be the kind of person who would do that. Both the character and the plot are in service of what the story is about (Theme, moral, message, etc). These three things have to line up, and they can't overpower each other. You shouldn't try and make round pegs fit in square holes. If a character doesn't fit in with what you want the story to be about (if the story's about vanity and your character doesn't care about vanity) then you need to change one of those things. You can bend the entire plot and meaning of the story around the character, but damn you better have a character who makes a really fantastic story.
You need a character that makes a good story. Some characters don't make good stories, and you need to work super hard to create a story that fits them. That's fine - that can create a unique and great story. Your character has to be consistent and work along their own internal logic. That is shit you absolutely have to stop and work out in the outlining process. Your character needs to make decisions that feel right to the reader - really good stories have the character making the worst possible decision, but in a way that makes the reader understand that they couldn't have done anything else and still been that character. And, like, obviously, give your characters faults and have them make mistakes. A character who does not do that cannot carry a plot.
Fic writers struggle with this. Of course you...shouldn't...be me and completely disregard every characterization, but I do think you can run into the same problem with your blorbo as your D&D character.
Your blorbos aren't actual guys.
This feels kind of obvious, but sometimes I think people don't feel that way. We write fanfic because we like the characters, and we'd rather use these characters and this setting than use our own. I see people projecting on these characters a lot. Like, a lot a lot. It gets to the point where an attack on the character feels like a personal attack - where people defend the character as if they're a real person because they ID so much w/the character. We all know this is dumb, but it also makes for some really shitty fic. The writer becomes completely unwilling to bend the character at all. And they don't try to make the character good for a story, because that kind of involves a lot of faults and mistakes that they don't like seeing their blorbos make. I sound dismissive but it's pervasive. The character becomes a character who makes them feel good instead of a well-written function of the story. The story suffers. Which is alright for some stories, but if you're writing a heavily character focused story like a lot of fic, then nothing is really propping up this story or making it engaging.
None of that is how I develop a character but that is what I wanted to say about characters lol (fwiw, how an OC is created for me is: "I need a character in this spot or representing this thing. Yoink!"). Of course I spoke hyperbolically and took a hard stance on all of that, haha, and of course all of this is rule of thumb. I'm sure your OC is wonderful. Just don't get caught up in them, okay? Go write. The best possible OC is an OC who is born from a good story. That's how you get rich and real characters.
#this is also true for worldbuilding.#my writing#my asks#writing#writing advice#kinda obvious if u follow me that I can go ON and ON and ON about what the fuck is up with some of my characters#and I can kinda promise that for every single one none of that was decided ahead of time#long time readers can see my understanding of the character grow and develop and change the more i write them#so you end up with someone super fleshed out and rich#and sometimes you keep on making so many swerves fifteen degrees to the left that you end up with f101 jon#that being said keep the silly HC coming i fucking love that shit#if no chip sw was an Actual Thing at this point i would go back and rewrite all of it#with what i now know of cody#and thats how the story would be decent lol#but I had to write ALLA THAT to actually get cody you know?#and I could NOT have figured that out just by thinking about him#i promise the advice was solicited this time jalksdf
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SKATER BOI (e-1610 miles x blk! reader)
— miles is a skater boy and u can’t tell me i’m wrong
— felt bad cause the beach fic was supposed to be up today, but instead y’all can have this
— alexa, play feels like summer by childish gambino
— ⚠️: fluff, gn black reader, miles + reader being cute, cursing
standing outside of your door, miles stood with his duffel bag over his right shoulder, and his board wedged between his right arm and torso. ever since you agreed to skate with him, even going as far as to buy your own board, he wanted to surprise you with a little date/gift he had prepared.
you opened your door to the sight of a bubbly presence and a big smile on miles face. "whatchu smiling for?" you questioned with a confused smile on your face.
"get ready, i’m taking you out. oh, and grab your board too," he stated quite matter of factly. before you could even open your mouth, he was already booking it towards the stairs to wait for you at the front of your building.
"damn… now I don’t gotta choice," you mumbled to yourself in the now empty hallway.
closing the door to your house, you changed into more appropriate clothing than the ones you had on now. that clothing consisted of a pair of baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt, as well as a beanie to keep your locs from flying into your face. grabbing your board along with the wallet you stuffed in your jeans, you were off downstairs to meet miles.
walking out of the building and on to the street, you turned to look at miles and asked, "so you gonna tell me what’s in the bag?"
rolling his eyes he told you that telling you what was in the bag would ruin the surprise, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
miles had a tendency for surprising you with little things. it wasn’t like he was loaded, but he figured that the little things he gave you were much more personal and meaningful than any expensive gift he could have ever given you; like his art. small photos of you along with other drawings were plastered all over your wall, curtesy of your boyfriend.
after about fifteen minutes of walking, you reached the skate park. you were met with a bunch of brooklyn kids from around your neighborhood either smoking weed, hanging out and skating with their friends, or both simultaneously.
following miles to a set of stairs with a bunch of skid marks on the rail, he set down his bag and his board and motioned for you to hand him yours.
"c’mon it’s part of the surprise," he laughed as he shook his hand out asking for the skate board.
giving him the board, you watched as he set it down wheels facing up, and he opened the duffel bag he brought with him. "of course," you thought.
in the bag was a solar system of different spray paints and paint markers to choose from. you should have known that this would be something miles would do. "you wanna paint my board?"
"I mean, kinda?" he flipped his board so the wheels were facing up alongside with mine. what you didn’t expect was a clean slate. miles board wasn’t painted like it was before, no, this was an entirely new, clean skate board.
"I want to paint your board, while you paint mine," he stated looking up at you and smiling.
"you bought a clean board for me?" you said in a high pitch voice in disbelief.
"don’t flatter yourself now, if it turns out trash i’m goin' back to the old one," he joked. you knew he was joking— miles was in love with everything you made, it was all beautiful to him.
your knees bent down next to miles, squatting with him on the concrete. you grabbed his board and rolled your eyes at his previous statement.
grabbing the screw driver, miles removed the trucks on both of your boards in preparation of painting. once he was finished, you got to work with grabbing the board and going to the other end of the stairs. when he asked why you were "leaving him all lonely" you simply replied with, "you seeing my work of art would ruin the surprise, duh.”
you grabbed the few colors you wanted to use on the board and went back to your side of the stairs. getting to work with spray painting his entire board light green, an image flooded your mind on what you wanted to do with his board.
after thirty minutes (give or take) of working, miles glanced to your side and spoke loudly, "yo, you almost done over there?"
"uh nooo— wait are you already done??" you questioned in disbelief, seeing miles dust himself off and stand up.
"yeah, all I gotta do is shine it," he shrugged his shoulder back and stretched out his arms. you sighed in disbelief at how quickly he was able to finish his freestyle painting. you could practically hear him saying, "i’m just that good" with a goofy smug look in his face.
turning back to your- or his board, you were able to get it done about 10 minutes after miles had finished spraying a clear coat on your board.
adding some finishing touches, his board was finally done. you walked back over to miles with the board flesh behind your back, with the painted side facing away from miles view.
"you ready to see my masterpiece morales?"
"your masterpiece huh?" he questioned feigning an impressed look on his face.
"mmhm, i’m pretty sure I seen this in a renaissance painting before," you said with a nonchalant shrug. miles raised an eyebrow at you.
“sooo you copied a renaissance paining?”
"nah," you whispered, leaning in closer to miles to tell him your big secret. "them renaissance niggas copied me," you said proudly pointing to your chest.
miles rolled his eyes as he backed away from you. “shut the hell up and show me the board,” he laughed.
you huffed as you brought the board into his view from behind your back. it was spray painted light green as it’s base, and what decorated the shade was a large yellow sunflower with the word "MILES" painted dark green and growing out of the sunflower like a stem. surrounding the sun flower were doodles of even more multi colored flowers and hearts.
miles nose flared as he laughed through this nose. he couldn’t help the loving smile that creeped onto his lips as he walked closer to you and grabbed the board out of your hands. he placed a chaste kiss to you lips as he mumbled, "I love it baby, thank you."
you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, placing kisses all over his face. you pulled back suddenly and asked, "hmm so where’s MY board morales?"
"don’t worry I gotchu," he said as he pulled away. he walked a couple steps backwards and grabbed the board showing you the absolute masterpiece he made with nothing but his hands and his amazing brain.
it was a horizontal painting of you facing a wall, and on that wall was a collection of graffiti you had painted across brooklyn with miles throughout the years you knew each other. it looked like water color art with the way all of the light colors dripped down together at the bottom of the board.
"okay… so maybe I am a little blown away," you admitted as you looked at the board shocked. turning your head to look at miles, you gently placed the board down on the ground and you ran up to miles with the biggest smile on your face.
you basically threw yourself at him as you buried your face into his neck, mumbling a small "thank you" and "I love you."
as he squeezed you back, he mumbled into your beanie with a smirk, “so am I the best boyfriend ever or what?”
— made this super quick
— bought a skateboard last summer and barely used it
— but TRUST, this year it will be in use
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Can you do Johnny and a Fem reader thats taller than him? I'm getting KINDA TIRED of the whole 'u look up at him' thing like... no I don't.
the prompt made me giggle bc i have a mk oc that's taller than most people LOL
johnny cage > improv
johnny meets his new partner in his upcoming action movie, he doesn't expect to be outshined.
notes: johnny's like 6'1 probably, so i'm making the reader somewhere around 6'4ish. just taller. like "look down at him" taller.
[ masterlist ]
a new action movie? hell yeah, no problem, johnny figured as he walked with a sway in his arms. walking onto this set and that set was something he was fairly used to, and he practically owned his little area in this particular studio, considering just how often he picked up their projects. what he didn't anticipate, though, was his usual spot by the temporary living space was taken up by a trailer that was most certainly not his. who uses that color on the exterior?
then again, he thought, maybe something changed. maybe his assistant rented a different model and he was supposed to try it out. so, like the gentleman he is, johnny tries the door to the trailer that opens with a firm click. the last thing he expected was to see a figure at the other end of the trailer, sitting at a screwed-in vanity and humming under their breath.
"excuse me," johnny calls out, crossing his arms as he takes a few more steps inside. "i believe we haven't met."
you swivel in your chair, removing the earbud that was settled in your ear. when you realize who you're talking to, you sit up straight.
"oh," you're surprised he just welcomed himself in. "hello. are... is there something you need?"
johnny swallows, a little weirded out by it all. "yeah, actually. uh... you're in my spot."
"your... spot?" you raise a brow, looking around for the imaginary chair he must have been referring to. "i don't follow."
johnny shakes his head. "it's... nevermind. this spot on the lot is usually for the lead role."
his comment makes your brows knit together. "i am the lead role."
you can see the gears turning in his head as he realizes what he got himself into. you're an A-List celebrity, just like him. johnny wasn't going to be the top dog like always. it all makes sense now, reading the script and realizing why all of the emails were cc'd and never directly sent to his manager; you're the lead, he's the secondary.
all johnny could do was step toward you, now looking down at you as you sat at the vanity. his expression is blank, though there is a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks for being wrong. god, he hates being wrong.
"oh, sorry," your hands grip the sides of the chair, snapping him and yourself from the silent tension. "suppose i should introduce myself."
you hoist yourself from being sat and tower over the actor so easily it's a shock his knees don't wobble out of nervousness. you're tall, so damn tall and it flusters him even further. he doesn't even realize your hand is outstretched, he's too busy swallowing thickly over your shadow overtaking his form.
"you're..." johnny trails off, finally attempting to shake your hand. "nice to... meet you. sorry, i—" he spins on his heel and exits the trailer with a slam. you chuckle, realizing he was covering his face sheepishly, raising his sunglasses to the top of his head. interesting first impression.
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shooting the first scenes came quickly after your introduction, the weirdness of it all still bothering johnny ever so slightly. as you stood side by side he couldn't help but steal nervous glances. his side eyeing was not only incredibly obvious but reminiscent of a dog.
he always thought he was into people smaller than him, considering he himself was a big guy. but the way you'd use your height to your advantage, or the times you could look over him, he was blushing like a maniac. tragically, one of the scenes you two were meant to shoot was one where your characters were in a heated argument.
"if we let them go now, this entire mission would have been for nothing!" his character shouts, running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the prop gun on his hip. "i'm sorry, but i can't let you get in the way."
you weren't blind, you could tell your presence made him anxious. thankfully, just as his specialization is doing his own stunts, yours was improvisation. and boy, was now a time as ever to take advantage of this skill. letting out a faux-angered growl, you grab both of johnny's hands and slam them against the wall above his head. you lean down to get to his eye level, a snarl on your face that leaves johnny a stuttering mess. your frame was much larger than him, and with the way you bent down, he was completely caged within your grasp. you noticed the director stand up straight in amusement.
"listen here, you son of a bitch," you follow the script flawlessly, tone straight like you didn't pin your co-star to the wall. "you're gonna take an order and that's that, are we clear?"
johnny looked like he could agree to murder right about now. His eyes are hazy as he wets his lips and darts his eyes between yours. "loud and clear."
a loud "CUT!" saves johnny from further embarrassment, and you pull away from him like it was nothing. if the director was complimenting either of you, it fell of his deaf ears and johnny's far away gaze as his hand falls to his chest to check his racing heartbeat.
"you alright, lil guy?" you fold your arms and stand in front of him, a smirk toying at your lips, but you knew his fragile ego wouldn't be able to handle your full cockiness. however, you were sure the insertion of the nickname got to him like a metaphorical gunshot as he clutched the fabric of his shirt.
"peachy, doll." his grin was so strained he looked to be held at gunpoint. you had never seen an actor, of all people, to struggle this hard.
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Hii!! I have a request if thats okay, its kinda weird tho so if you don't wanna do it thats totaly okay<3
So i have like a really sensitive stomach so if i eat like anything greasy or a lot of one thing i get a really bad tummy ache, especially after supper like i don't throw up or anything im just kinda useless for like 2 hours. So the request is if you could do poly x fem!reader (or one of them, whatever you prefer) and have them comfort her and stuff? Maybe like cuddles and belly rubs? Idk
Thank u for excisting btw, you really make my day everytime you post<3
Thanks sweetheart, hope you like it :)
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words
Remus knocks at your door tentatively. He’d known something was off when you’d left dinner early, vague about why you had to get home but urgent in a way that unnerved him. He’d followed you out of the restaurant, hoping to catch you in the parking lot, but you’d already gotten on your bus. Remus knew you were probably fine, but he couldn’t shake his anxiety about the way you’d left and he’d made his excuses a few minutes later, ignoring the jeering protests of his friends as he set out for your apartment.
After knocking again, he tries the handle, surprised and a bit alarmed to find the door unlocked. He calls your name as he steps inside hesitantly, wary of startling you if you’ve gone to sleep or have just gotten out of the shower (that’s something he’d like to see under more consensual circumstances). “It’s Remus,” he says into the dark apartment, feeling a bit silly. “Are you here?”
“Rem,” a soft voice comes from the direction of the living room, “what’re you doing here?”
He moves toward the sound. “I came to check on you. Sorry for just letting myself in, but you left dinner so suddenly and I…oh, sweetheart.”
He finds you on the couch, all curled up with your face pinched in obvious pain.
“Honey, what happened?” he asks, crouching beside you. His hand comes up to pet your hair of its own accord.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” you say, the strain in your voice belying your words. “I just came home because my stomach was bothering me.”
Remus feels his brows pinch. “It hurts?” you nod, seeming embarrassed. He can’t imagine why, it’s not like you’ve any control over that sort of thing. “Do you think it was something you ate?”
You’re looking down at your knees, held tightly to your chest. “I…kind of,” you sigh. “This happens sometimes. Like, when I eat a lot of the same thing, or greasy foods.”
Remus nods thoughtfully. “So like, when James won’t stop piling fries onto your plate all night, and you feel like you have to eat them?” You look sheepish, and James is going to feel awful when Remus is through with him. He’s going to make damn sure nothing like this ever happens again on his watch. “I’m sorry, lovely,” he says. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
You hesitate. “I’ve got ibuprofen in the bathroom, but I haven’t wanted to get up. Could you bring it to me?”
Remus squeezes your shoulder lightly, standing. “Of course, sweetheart.”
He hurries to the bathroom, finding the small bottle of pills under the sink and bringing it back along with a cup of water. He shakes a couple of tablets into his hand, passing them to you, but withholds the water when you reach for it.
“Sorry.” He really is. “You’ve got to sit up to drink it, don’t want you to choke.”
You shuffle into an upright position, bracing your back against the couch with your knees still drawn tight to your front, and Remus hands the cup over. You swallow the pills with a light exhale, as if you’re already anticipating the relief they’ll bring.
“Thanks, Rem.”
“It’s no problem,” he replies, and he hopes you understand how much he means it. “How long does the pain usually last?”
You sigh. “A couple hours. I’ll probably just lie here and wait it out, I won’t be able to get to sleep until it stops.”
Remus tries not to pout at you, his heart aching with sympathy. “If you’d like, we could watch a movie or something,” he suggests, adding quickly. “But if you want me to leave so you can relax, I completely understand, love.”
You ponder for a second, your face still tight with pain. “No, that sounds nice,” you say after a second. “A distraction could help, and I’ll be more relaxed with you here anyway.”
Remus has to turn away so you don’t see the full force of his smile, occupying himself with your television. He holds up a movie for you to see, putting it in the VHS player once you approve. You waste no time in snuggling up to him when he sits next to you on the couch, and Remus wraps his arm around you happily, rubbing gently up and down your arm. You all but melt under his touch, softening against his side.
It’s a few minutes into the movie before he works up the courage to ask. “Do you think it would help,” he says, hoping his voice sounds at least remotely casual, “if I rubbed your stomach for you?”
You look at him in surprise. “Remus, that’s alright. You don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind,” he says, and he doesn’t. Even though he’s giddy from the feel of you pressed up against him, he’s not offering as some excuse to touch you. He just wants so desperately to help. Seeing you in pain is like a gut punch every time he looks at you, and if there’s anything that can make you more comfortable, he wants to be the one to do it. “Really, I just want you to feel better.”
“Okay, yeah.” You relax your grip on your knees, letting your thighs fall a few inches from your stomach and making an opening for him. “That’d be nice, thanks.” Remus watches your face, wary of any signs of discomfort as he brings his hand to your midsection.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you at all, yeah?”
“I will,” you say. “But you won’t.”
Remus glows with your surety in him, but he’s still cautious as he draws his hand in small circles, gratified when you sigh. The movie casts blue light across your features, so he can see you a bit better as the crease between your brows evaporates, the tension around your mouth easing. Remus does his best to look like he’s watching the movie, but all his focus is on easing the upset in your abdomen, adjusting his methods any time you react even slightly in the positive or negative. Soon you’re completely molten against his side, blinks slowing as your eyelids start to droop heavily.
“Did the ibuprofen kick in?” he asks softly. “You look like you’re getting sleepy, dove.”
“I dunno,” you yawn, laying your cheek on his bicep, “maybe.”
Remus almost hates to suggest it, but he’s not quite selfish enough to keep himself from asking. “If you want to get to bed, I can go.”
“No, can you stay?” you yawn again, hugely. Remus tries not to stare, but you look adorable, cheek squished up against his arm and face soft with sleepiness. “Just until the movie’s done, please?”
Remus adjusts you against him, slouching so that you can lay your head on his shoulder without hurting your neck. “Yeah, of course I can stay, lovely.” He resumes rubbing your stomach, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”
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So I have tried to request this prompt from someone else but I don't think their blog is that active anymore. If your willing I'd love to request the following.
Prompt: Reader is bisexual and gender neutral.
Reader is considered fairly attractive and gets flirted with pretty often by basically whoever gender wise. And maybe reader and Zelda even end up flirting a little bit. Reader would have a similar lackadaisical flirty personality as Warriors has.
I wanted to see how each of The Chain would react to this with the context of them having secret feelings for the reader.
2nd official request, woo look at me go 🏃💨
Sun: Gender-neutral Reader (”you”/they/them)
Orbit: Headcanons-ish
Stars: Zelda (Assuming they meant BOTW), + the classic Chain of Links <3
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, mild typical loz violence, Mildly Suggestive, & Trigger Warnings: none known.
Please comment if I missed any. /gen
so i like to think that modern flirting is radically different than their medieval flirting,
like mayyybbeee Wild can handle it, but even then, they have royalty/knights still, so hes still gettin flustered lol
and i like to think u learned that difference the first time Wars complimented ur new/strange modern fit, and u returned the energy?? except 10x stronger (to them)??
youve played the player, and beat him at his own game, the Captain of the knights is sputtering and shit LMAO
(he said smth like, “their beauty is god-like in this otherworldly clothing“ and YOU said smth like he’d “thank you, youd look better in my bed than in armor 👉 😎 👉 ” lmao)
funniest part is, bc its so natural, i can see u immediately shooting off smth and forgetting it instantly, much to the Links collective shock 😭
u go to towns and notice theres always 1 hero around to steer u away from shopkeepers, townsppl, etc so u wont flirt w/them LMAO
(when u finally notice, u just, “ohh i get it now, so im only allowed to flirt with someone named Link, ohhh, okayy” and they just, “NO we didnt say that-!” “No its just their bold flirtations are not for the weak of heart-!” “Yes.” “CAPTAIN-”)
the only one who they cant steer u away from is Zelda.
afterall, they kinda have to inform the Princess/now Queen of the kingdom, whats going on w/them traveling with Link (Wild) around time and space
the sheikah tablet had been disconnecting + reconnecting to Purah’s both fascination and worry
so as theyre invited to eat dinner and explain in the rebuilding castle, everyone’s absorbed in shadow talk or smth, and u can see Zelda’s struggling to follow along, u just casually bring it back to her, as she’s also trying to write notes and theyve moved on too quickly w/o her
“wowww, all these men and not a single one’s gonna offer the lady any, ‘hi, hello, how is the most beautiful girl in the world today?’ “
and the gapingggg from the links shut them right up, while Zelda goes all pink and coughs, and agrees that they should move on to more chill topics lol
and u can crack anybody tbh, Zelda giggles at ur compliments all the time, even in work mode, u can deffo get Wars to blush to his ears, and even Time to look away first in a flirty + staring contest lol
Legend might actually put his hands up like he’s prepared to fight u anytime u try to flirt at him when its just you two, before he realizes what hes doing and stops LMAO
oh and u absolutely get a lot of mileage out of that one lol
the best reactions have gotta be, in order of most to least extreme: Hyrule, Sky, Wild, Four, Legend, Twilight, Wars, Time
Rulie, Sky, Wild and Four fall into that classic, shocked-heart-eyes, full blush up to their pointy ears, etc category when u get them,
they are also very easy to get lmao
Four is the best at recovery, or ducking away, but if its the Colors, its this type of obvious lol, w/the obvious ones like Red and Blue, Green takes a little more to break, and tbh Vio could go toe-to-toe w/u better than Wars tbh before he crumbles under the pressure lol
Legend, Twi, Wars, and Time faces may not change a lot, bc theyre trying to save it lmao, but the way their cheeks go pink and ears twitch is how u know ur gettting to them (along w/legend’s defensive reaction to getting cornered LMAO)
Twi has caved and covered his face w/his hands before lmao
one day youll get Time to break more than an ear twitch, and looking away, One Day.
(Wind is in fact, having the time of his life, watching you absolutely hilariously wreck these otherwise v serious heroes, hes glad u got them to finally relax a little, but also its hilarious seeing Wars and Legend red faces, and occasionally stealing Wild’s tablet to take funny pics of them all to blackmail later lol)
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idk how good that was, as im kinda bust at flirty banter between characters, so i hope this suffices ur need to flirt w/everyone lol
also i feel i should apologize for not rlly including pronouns? it just kinda comes w/writing reader stories to put them in 2nd person to both make intimacy for readers w/their little avatar im controlling for them, and to purposefully remove the need for gendered pronouns :/
so im sorry i couldnt quite figure out how to make it where “they/them” got used much, i promise i love all pronouns, its just a skill issue tbh lmao
btw
send any prayers, blessings, or good vibes u got my way tomorrow bc im getting wisdom teeth surgery and i am intimidated✨
ill post more asks (i have multiple asks!! <33) after im lying in bed lamenting my painful fate,
mostly just worried ill react badly to the drugs, also the idea of being knocked out during surgery is a little scary so what can i say
have a great weekend guys!! thanks for reading if u did :)
Peace out,
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congrats on 500 followers 🫶🏻 can I get #40 and Kageyama? they’re meant for one another
ur so right for this one it's so aggressively kageyama
500 followers special: #40: "Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?"
kageyama x gn reader, university au, tutoring, jock x nerd dynamic kinda if u squint, fluff, not proofread
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Tutoring is a job. It's a job that pays money. Albeit, pretty shit money, but money nonetheless. So they are going to smile and correct the essays and offer advice and they are not going sit there and pout over how much their student absolutely fucking hates them.
There's not a doubt in their mind that Kageyama would not be here if he didn't have to be. He does not care about his grades. He does not care about the material he writes about or even what he's writing (that much is clear from his essays; they have no point of view and are random regurgitations from text books sloppily thrown together to meet the word count).
It's very obvious to them that Kageyama is there to meet the minimum grade point average required in order for him to stay on the university's volleyball team.
So every Wednesday he ends up in the library with them, watching as they completely massacre his first drafts.
Their red pen draws a lazy circle around his third paragraph. "See, this portion here is in complete contradiction to the point you made earlier."
Kageyama, as he usually does, offers a slight grunt in response, his eyes narrowed at the essay before him, as if it's some sort of challenge for him to conquer.
He's not the best with words. On the page or out loud.
"And in this paragraph here, you're just summarizing again," they explain, red pen making a mess of the paper. "There's no sense of organization, and the way you start to deviate from the argument you laid out in the opening paragraph is gonna make your professor think you don't understand the text."
"I don't understand the text," Kageyama says, matter-of-factly, but there is a twist in his mouth and a slight dusting of pink in his cheeks.
They stop, and blink up at him. Their pen drops, and they lean back in their chair. "Okay, well when you're reading, what are you thinking about?"
Kageyama takes a moment to think. It's one of the things about him they appreciate-he thinks about every question posed to him. He doesn't ever say anything just for the sake of it, or because he thinks it's what he should say.
They appreciate that, among other things. Like the veins in his forearms and the size of his hands and the shade of blue in his eyes when he focuses.
Those things, they really, really appreciate.
"Usually, I'm not thinking about what I'm reading," Kageyama eventually replies, snapping them out of it. "I'm usually thinking about practice."
He's such a jock, they think to themselves, and try not to think of what exactly that makes them.
"Well, that's the main problem then, you're trying to dissect something you're not actively engaging in," they tell him, pushing the paper back towards him. Their hour's almost up. "I'd go back and try to reread more actively."
Kageyama frowns, and if he wasn't constantly frowning and sighing and grunting around him, they would think it's cute. "Okay, I'll try."
They give him a nod. "Text me if you need help going over the text next time instead of reviewing a new draft. Not due for another two weeks, right?" Kageyama gives them a nod in confirmation. "Right, so we'll have time. And try not to stress, okay? Your essays are getting better than when we started these sessions."
He freezes in place. If his cheeks were pink before, they're bright red now. "They are?"
A small smile forms on their face. "Yeah. I can tell you're getting more confident with your writing."
Kageyama's eyes are wide for a second, and then they find his hands, which are knotted together on the table in front of him. "Yeah, well, you're a really good tutor. You make it easier to understand everything."
Now, they can't contain the grin that spreads. The praise is one thing, but the way he's blushing and flustered in front of them is an entire other thing. "Really? This whole time I thought you hated me."
"I don't hate you," Kageyama counters quickly and quietly. "You're just a lot smarter than me. It's intimidating."
They pause. "I don't think I'm smarter than you," they muse, leaning back in their chair, and Kageyama's eyes flash up to them. "There are tons of different ways to be intelligent. Just because I can write essays doesn't mean I'm a genius. And isn't that what I've heard about you? You're some sort of genius volleyball player?"
Kageyama still won't look up at them, but the corner of his lips tug up into a slight, barely-there smile. "Yeah, I guess so."
They don't focus on his words, though. They lean forward over the table and try to get a better look. "Holy shit," they almost gape. "Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me?"
It doesn't drop. They half-expected it to. But instead, his smile remains, and Kageyama looks up at them, still blushing and hands still pressed together. "I am capable of it, you know."
It's cute, his smile. Unsure and nervous, like the way he can be, sometimes. "I'd like to see it more," they admit to him.
"You could come see, sometime. Me play. Volleyball, I mean. See if I'm a genius after all," he offers, only stumbling over his words a bit. "That'd make me smile."
Now it's their face that heats up. "Yeah, I'd like that."
Kageyama nods, and then stands to gather his things, swiping his marked up essay off the table between them. "I'll text you," he says, still grinning as he turns on his heel, leaving them to try and cool off their cheeks before the next student arrives.
an: hmmmm. maybe this one was better in my head. but im not dwelling on it.
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enhas reaction to you getting hurt + hospital visits ⋆ꨄ˚ ༘ *
requested <3
≛ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader
≛ GENRE ! fluff n’ comedy
≛ WC ! 2.7k
≛ WARNINGS ! uhh not very severe injuries (?) reader says penis in niki’s idk man
a/n: thank u for the req anon ^^ i hope you don’t mind i expanded a bit with the prompt, and hi new followers i love u guys sm <3
// LEE HEESEUNG !
heeseung is pretty calm in these situations
when you first told him you broke your arm, he was of course very worried, demanding you explain how the hell that happened
probably does a bit of scolding at your clumsiness
but once he gets over the initial shock he’s just like eh it’s nothing serious
however you do have to stay overnight at the hospital to make sure everythings okay, which heeseung was sad about
you were just lying in your bed, staring at your broken arm depressingly
when heeseung walks in !!
you immediately gasp when you see him
this man brought you flowers and a box of chocolates :(
“yah! why do i need flowers for breaking my arm? are you crazy!?”
he giggles, placing them both on your side table before leaning down to give you a quick kiss
“i just wanted to. this is making me sad, i don’t like seeing you like this.” he frowns, gently holding your arm
you sigh, “it’s okay, i’ll be out tomorrow.”
he pokes the side of his mouth with his tongue, “do you think i can convince them to let me sleep here with you then?”
you laugh, watching him rub your cast, “hee, i’m fine. this bed is barely big enough for one person.”
“no, i’ll sleep on the floor, duh” he says as if it was obvious
yeah he’s not giving up until he successfully ends up asleep on the ground next to your bed that night
however having him so close but not right there next to you felt like a tease
sooo you both end up squished on the tiny hospital bed, half your limbs falling off the edge
oh and when you're fully recovered, he takes you to do lots of physical activities like archery just so you can proudly show off your now working arm !
and expect him to be bragging to all the other people there too like a mom chaperoning a kindergarten field trip
“yeah, that’s my partner who actually just recovered from a broken arm.”
“another ten baby? great job!” he looks over to the other couples, “pretty impressive right?”
“oh, and did i mention they just broke their arm? yeah, they’re kinda amazing.”
everyone is just like 😦😦 we didn’t ask
but hee doesn’t care !! <3
jay will be very overprotective and in full caretaker mode >:(
jay will be very overprotective and in full caretaker mode >:(
jay will be very overprotective and in full caretaker mode >:(
when you call him to let him know you’re in the hospital, he chokes on his own saliva
“what?! what the hell happened? for how long? do i have to beat someone up??”
you sigh
once your boyfriend actually let you explain, he calmed down knowing your injury wasn’t that serious and left the dorms immediately
he was thinking about taking a detour to get you some gifts
but he just wanted to see you as soon as possible
when jay arrives he will literally stay with you for the rest of the day, it doesn’t matter if the hospitals chairs were uncomfortable as hell, he will just sit there making sure everything is going well
even if you’re asleep he’ll be watching over you like a hawk
but for some reason doing nothing makes him feel bad even though it’s technically the nurses job to be taking care of you right now
he feels like he needs to be doing something, mans just wants to get you out of that sad hospital gown
“babe, want me to turn on the tv?”
“are you hungry?” *gets up* “i’ll get the nurse.”
“i think you should have more water.” *forces the bottle down your throat*
“do you want a massage?” *starts rubbing your shoulders before you even reply*
everytime you’re just like “jay i’m fine, calm down please.”
so eventually he gives up and falls asleep on the hospital stool
you get some amazing blackmail material that day of his sleeping face <3
when you’re finally out of the hospital, jay takes you to the mall and spoils you rotten no matter how much you protest, declaring that the both of you had to celebrate your swift and smooth recovery !
// SIM JAKE !
he’s acting like you just got shot 😭
“stay calm babe!! i’m on the way right now oh my god!”
“jakey, i told you, i just twisted my ankle. stay at practise please.”
“no,” he presses, “you need me right now, you’re prince is on the way!”
facepalm
you’re beginning to regret telling this boy anything in the first place
he shows up at the hospital out of breath as if he just won a marathon, immediately grabbing your leg
“yah, careful!” you scold, watching him inspect your ankle carefully
“i can’t believe this.. we can’t go on any dates for the next few weeks!” jake whines, holding your ankle
you smack his head, making him yelp out in pain, “that’s what you’re concerned about?!”
carefully dropping your ankle back onto the bed, he rubs the spot you hit him, “of course i’m concerned about your injury! it’s just i wanted to take you roller skating this week..”
you scoff, “well can still go on other dates dumbass, i’ll just have to use crutches.”
for some reason, this idiot starts giggling
you snap your head to him, “how is that funny?!”
he laughs harder, “sorry, i can just imagine your grumpy face as you try to keep up limping next to me.”
what to do with this mfer
despite him making fun of you, he’s genuinely very caring throughout the whole healing process
he probably does a whole daily check in with you every morning
“day #13 of the twisted ankle, how’re we feeling this fine morning, ma’am/sir?”
“jake, please stop interviewing me.”
he pouts, calling you lame 🙄
besides that, everytime he gets the chance he kisses your cast and gently holds it :(
and he always helps you with your crutches, making sure you can move good before starting to walk with you
and he usually likes to guide you with his hand on your lower back <3
even though you complain that you feel like a senior citizen and swat his hand away a few seconds later, he still tries his best 😭
all in all, dorky but loving boy !
// PARK SUNGHOON !
bro thinks you’re joking at first
but when he realizes you aren’t kidding he kinda freaks out
you - 2:37pm : i’m in the hospital :(
hoon - 2:42pm : y/n i’m not dealing w ur stupid pranks rn i’m at the studio
okay in sunghoon’s defense you do play a lot of pranks on him
but in your defense his reactions are top tier !
however you still reply back, feeling offended
you - 2:42pm : wtf i’m not kidding this time 😐 i literally fell and sprained my ankle
you - 2:44pm : now they're putting a cast on me
he was baffled by your text, nearly tripping as he flew up from his seat and let the boys know he had to leave
hoon - 2:44 : wtf???
hoon - 2:44 : im omw
when sunghoon walks into your room, he’s nervously fidgeting, his hands stuffed into his pockets
he frowns when he sees you in lying in the hospital bed, quickly coming over to give you a hug
“this is what happens when i leave you alone for a day? geez, baby.”
he looks down at your leg which was tightly bandaged in a white cast, before suddenly reaching into his pocket
“yeah well, it’s not my fault i tripped over some stupi—“ you stop mid sentence when your boyfriend pulls out a strange, rectangular piece of cardboard
“babe.. what is that?”
he shows it to you, grinning proudly
this man has a printed out photo of his face in his pocket
more specifically, it seems to be one of his photocards from enhypen’s last album
“why the fuck do you have a picture of yourself in your pocket?” you look at him, extremely unimpressed
“it’s my get better gift!” he exclaims, handing it to you
you take it from him, looking down at the cardboard in disbelief, “are you kidding me, sunghoon? other boyfriends would get their partner— i don’t know, chocolates or something, but i get a piece of cardboard with your dumb face on it?”
he scoffs, “first of all, my face is not dumb, and you should be grateful! thousands of people would die to have that photocard!”
anyways..
on the bright side, hoon is very protective of you whilst you recover from your injury, always reminding people you are a ‘temporarily handicapped citizen’
he also assists you with anything and everything throughout the process, even simple things like getting water? he’s like ‘I'M ON IT !!’
which you do appreciate a lot
even though he says annoying things like: “wow, seriously what would you do without me~”
“i’m such a good boyfriend, look at me taking care of you!”
you just give him the stink eye that says ‘when i’m better, you’re dead’
either way, it’s an interesting experience, but you have to admit hoon did help you a lot
and maybe you ended up putting that photocard in your phone case.. what about it
// KIM SUNOO !
worried bby AGHHH HE’S SO STRESSED
sunoo and the boys had just finished a performance when you called him, telling him you slipped and fell right onto your arm (luckily it wasn’t too severe, but still definitely broken)
bro literally screamed as if this information hurt him more than you
sunoo <3 - 1:20pm : YOU WHAT?! 😡🤬 (sunoo would use a lot of emojis i just know it)
sunoo <3 - 1:20pm : I JUST GOT OFF STAGE BUT I’LL BE THERE AS SOON AS I CAN BUB DONT WORRY ☺️
you - 1:21pm : sun it’s fine, turn off ur caps lock 😭 i only need to get my cast then i can prob just go
sunoo <3 - 1:21pm : IT’S NOT FINE I NEED TO BE THERE WHEN THEY PUT ON YOUR CAST! 😁 I’M ON MY WAY!! 😘😘😘
you - 1:21pm : 😧
he arrives at the hospital faster than expected, letting out some kind of dolphin screech when he sees you in the bed
“aish, you clumsy baby, i can’t believe this.” he whines, quickly forcing you to sit up so he can give you a big hug
when the doctor comes in to get your cast on, he watches them very closely as if they aren’t professionals at what they do
they carefully bandage your arm, and sunoo is just staring daggers at them everytime you wince in pain
the second they finish your boyfriend starts clapping and cheering, telling you how proud he is and that you did so well :)
he’s also the first person to sign your cast, writing his name in cute bubble letters
he also draws lil flowers all over it <3
you’re smiling like an idiot, because just admit it, he is adorable
during your recovery, sunoo is extra caring with you, and he also enjoys feeding you
“babe, y’know i can still use my other arm right?”
he silences you by stuffing your mouth with a spoonful of soup
“ah, my baby’s eating so well~”
10/10 experience honestly, being babied does feel good sometimes, especially when it’s sunoo !!
// YANG JUNGWON !
this boy probably almost bursts into tears when he sees you hurt :(
like genuinely he’s so heartbroken, but also determined to make your recovery as quick as possible
wonnie will literally research for hours until he’s become an expert on your injury
anyway when you tell him you sprained your ankle he also questioned if he was being pranked at first
but once you assure him you’re being for real, extremely panicked cat activated
he debated just racing to the hospital, but he decided he wanted to make you smile
he stops at your favourite bakery, buying a whole box of cinnamon scones
and then he gets you a cute teddy bear with a bowtie along the way 🥹
when he enters the room, he literally forgets about the gifts behind his back and runs to kiss you
“the members are all worried about you too, how’s it feeling?” he says, gently touching your ankle
“sorry for worrying them,” you peck his lips, “it hurts like hell.”
he frowns, before revealing the teddy bear and scones
you squeal when you see the teddy bear, immediately going for it first
“he’s so cute, i’ll name him jungwon jr!” you declare, tightly hugging the plushie to your chest
your boyfriend laughs at your cute reaction, opening the box of scones, “very creative, jagi. now have your scones.”
he’ll just watch you munch on them happily, brushing away any crumbs from your lips
during your recovery, jungwon will also be very protective of you
anytime you’re using your crutches the other members aren’t allowed to be in your way
if they are, this mf is not afraid to use his leader card to tell them off or just straight up push them 😭
“yah, handicapped person coming through. where’s your manners 🙄?”
“niki, watch where you’re going!” *smack*
and when you’re in public, won is very very observant
he always makes sure you’re on the side away from the road, and he looks out for any holes in the sidewalk that your crutches could get stuck in
and when you’re fully recovered, jungwon will not hesitate to throw a whole party
he sends a text to enha’s group chat, enthusiastically inviting them to “y/ns ankle recovery celebration”
they’re all slightly confused, but the boys are happy for you so they come anyway
you don’t know how you feel about a party dedicated to your ankle, but you go along with it because your boyfriend is having a great time !! <3
// NISHIMURA RIKI !
this boy will be making fun of you a lot.. what’d you expect
he’ll be flexing that his foot is fully functioning unlike your very much broken one
“hey babe watch this!” *jumps* “hah, bet you can’t do that 😎”
you just look at him, extremely unimpressed
“ugh, can’t believe i’m dating a grandma.” he says, having to walk extra slow just so you could keep up with him on your crutches
*smack*
“ow!”
“as soon as my damn foot is healed, you’re in some deep shit nishimura.”
bro is scared for his life 😞
don’t get me wrong, he would still be very sweet and caring, but with a more playful aura to it
when you first told your boyfriend you broke your foot, he didn’t believe you until you sent a photo of your cast as proof
which is in all honesty pretty fair, as prank wars are a daily occurrence in your relationship
but anyway as soon as he saw the picture niki begged the staff to drive him to the hospital right away, dance practise completely forgotten
when he walks in, you smile brightly and greet him with a kiss
you were just sitting on the bed, explaining how you fell in the first place when niki suddenly reaches into his pocket
“so then i was— why do you have a sharpie?” you ask, watching him scoot down until he’s at your foot
he’s grinning mischievously, which makes you very nervous
you try to move your bandaged foot away from his grabby hands, but he easily follows it, the permanent marker still in his grip
you catch on to what he’s trying to do quickly, “yah! if you draw a fucking penis or anything stupid on my cast i’ll kill you!”
he laughs, “i swear i’m not! just trust me!”
“why would i ever do that?!” you exclaim, still moving your foot away
sadly this brat overpowers you easily, pinning your leg down by the knee so your cast is perfectly still in front of him
you sigh in defeat as he spends about a minute slowly writing something right on the very front of it, giggling the whole time which only stresses you out more
whatever he’s writing, you’ll have to wear that for the remainder of your recovery
“done.” he announces proudly, placing the lid back onto the tip of the sharpie
you sigh, carefully bringing your leg up so you can see the damage he’s done
“PROPERTY OF NISHIMURA RIKI”
you gasp, brows furrowing as you smack his shoulder, “are you kidding me?! i have to wear this for months you asshat!”
“that’s the point,” he smirks, “now when i’m not there everyone still knows not to flirt with you.”
this man will be the death of you…
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Hey Tate hope you’re doing well! Do you have any spicy headcannons of the Monster Trio + Law? Love your writings 😮💨
A/N: THANK U :D My stupid ass thought I already did this HA I didn’t though. I have a nsfw alphabet for these guys too in my drafts so I’ll try to make this one short (keyword: try) I gotchu tho thank u for requesting! Enjoy!:)
ALSO TYSM FOR 400 FOLLOWERS OMG🤍
General NSFW Headcanons for the Monster Trio and Law
Black Fem Reader in Mind
Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, & Law
CW: Just General Smut ig? Not too descriptive tho
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Sanji
He has the highest libido obvious fact is obvious out of all the men listed so if you’re his woman prepared to be harassed like a mf.
Okay not really harass but when he is feeling very needy he subconsciously touches you; lingering touches, hand on your waist, rubs your lower back. He doesn’t really realize he is doing either until you look up at his flustered face and tell him
Imma keep saying it: Sanji moans in French in your ear and it’s the hottest thing to ever experience
He loves to overstimulate and edge himself whether he is alone or with you he doesn’t care but if he’s with you than have fun because you’re ganna have tears running
Sanji enjoys seeing you wear lingerie. It’s almost like a kink/fetish to him and sometimes he just ends up having sex with you with it still on
Sanji loves having his fingers sucked. He didn’t realize he liked it so much until you did it once after he fingered you
Speaking of fingers: he absolutely loves seeing the sight of his ring and middle finger in your cunt. 12/10 experience and he can do it all day
He fingers you a lot while he cuddles you in bed. You’ll be half asleep and suddenly feel Sanji’s hands squeeze your breast and lazily rub your clit
Sanji does in fact believe your pleasure is more important than his so sometimes when he feels himself getting close before you he’ll pull out and use his tongue to pace himself
He loves kissing sm. Can you guess what kinda kissing? Yes, he loves to French kiss he can make out with you for hours and it really doesn’t get boring
He LOVES BOOBJOBS MORE THAN BLOWJOBS. It’s true he told me. He doesn’t care if your tits are huge like Zoro’s or small like mine if he can stick it in between he will. Bonus points if you decide to lick the tip as it comes close to your mouth
His favorite way of initiating sex is starting off with sensual massages. He’ll always start off so slow rubbing the warm oil on your body, his words are super sweet, but then eventually you’ll feel the pads of his thumb rub against your lower lips under the very small towel he gave you barely covering your butt anyways waiting for you to beg just a little for him to flip you over and go down on you. It ends being very messy I may make a Drabble of this
He jacks off a lot on the Sunny. He usually does it in the bathroom when everybody is distracted and not in the kitchen.
Sanji would make it clear to you that he wants YOU to come to HIM when you’re feeling needy. If he catches you masturbating without him he’ll feel like he isn’t satisfying you enough so he’ll ofc think it’s hot seeing you, but will be very pouty
He always enjoys the thought of being marked up by a woman so pls do it and leave hickies on him :( he wears button down shirts for a reason!
When Sanji first got a blowjob from a woman he cried after cuming in her mouth
Everything is very romantic and sensual with Sanji. A night with him will always be memorable
He is really good and fast learner of the woman’s body. He can find the G-Spot very quickly
Everytime they dock on a new island he sometimes try to see if they have a brothel, but never actually goes in he just wants to know they’re there. He doesn’t like the thought of paying for sex
He LOVES STRIP TEASES! Pushing him on his back and doing it on his lap really gets him going
Sanji’s favorite position is like a cuddle fuck; his body is wrapped and on top of you giving your deep hard thrust because he loves the noises you make right in his ear when he pushes inside you
He needs to hold hands—-when doing oral, when having sex he doesn’t care he needs to feel your hands
He gives the best tongue baths too. His tongue in general is a weapon in and of itself
Law
He has a pretty low libido, but it’s high when he’s stressed out or you manage to successfully tease him which is so difficult
He’s the biggest tease out of all of them though jackass
He only masturbates in the shower because he hates leaving an unnecessary mess to clean afterwards
When he feels needy which is rare he’ll make you work with him all day, getting up to hover over your body, and tell you stupid ass facts about the female anatomy (I’m sorry but Law has no clue how to flirt and yall will not fight me on this)
“You know an orgasm a day is healthy for women with cramps.”
“I don’t have any cramps right now.”
“That’s not the point—“
He hates the thought of a woman dominating him. He just does. He doesn’t mind you being on top, but just know he will be doing all of the work
Speaking of being on top thats his favorite position. He enjoys the sight of your body squirming on top of him
Law May not have a high libido but he’s an undercover pervert KSBSJSKSK
Law’s mind is so perverted pls. He has a really good poker face but when he sees your attempts in trying to seduce him all he can think about when you turn out the door in defeat is to pull you back and take you right there on the wall
Law can be kinda awkward he tries to initiate sex. Keyword though: TRIES. Usually it doesn’t take much for you to want to jump on his Dick but he doesn’t understand the power he has over you so when he makes an effort to be hot it’s so funny
“Law why are you shirtless in my room?”
“I thought you would like it—“
He’s a doctor so he knows the anatomy of a woman so him finding the clit or your sweet spot is never an issue
Law doesn’t like bald 🐱. He knows the importance of having pubic hair on a woman so if you ever feel like you need to shave he’ll tell you not to worry about it
The first day after meeting Luffy he room’ed you and him to a hotel and fucked you senseless out of frustration because he didn’t want to have to clean any messes in his room or office. You actually appreciated the Strawhats for that
Law gets so turned on with thigh high socks and a big tee shirt (bonus points if it’s his shirt) he just really likes it and when you tease him about it he gets so mad and pink
Law is a grunted and if you manage you grind or lick in the right direction he’ll grip any fatty part of your body and huff out your name
Loves when you take his hat to wear when you ride him
He enjoys shower sex alot. However he still likes to make you naturally aroused and not use the water as a lubricant
Law likes to hear what you want done to yourself by him so he’ll usually start teasing you and ask you to “use your words.”
He likes to make out with you with you straddling him while he grabs your thighs
His worse fear is being caught with you so if you have an exhibition kink you’re ganna be disappointed.
Luffy
His libido wasn’t high until he got with yo horny ass
He didn’t see the interest in sex. He knew what that was but didn’t care for it. But after you gave him head once and since he has an additive personality he is all for it.
I Like how a lot of people hc him as the type to blurt out when he wants to have sex so yes I hc that too. If you and him just had sex that morning and later that evening he wants it again, he’ll be like “Y/N tonight I want you in my room.” While just casually eating and announcing it during dinner with absolutely no shame
He knows what jacking off is and he doesn’t do it alot because he doesn’t really feel the need to. Only when he wakes up with a morning wood he’ll go to the bathroom (or under his covers) and take care of himself
Sex with Luffy is actually really fun! He likes trying new things each time and makes alotta funny remarks—
“Should I make my Dick get longer or thicker?”
“Luffy Just put it in!”
Luffy likes quickies A LOT. So expect to feel his stretchy arms pull you across the ship mid conversation to be took on the storage room wall.
He likes hitting it from the back. Luffy will use his arms to wrap around your body many times and just go ham from behind.
Speaking of going ham his stamina and impatience knows no bounds so you have to teach him the importance of foreplay because if not he will try and do it while you’re dry and nobody needs that.
Luffy has a really attractive voice when he is close to cuming. He’s very loud too so sometimes you have to make him suck on your fingers or kiss him to be quiet
Luffy is such a sloppy pussy eater and sometimes you Gatta bring his head back up because he will end up accidentally eating your ass if you’re not careful
He doesn’t know where the clit is and misses it a lot so you have to guide him
He likes to watch you masturbate. HE LIKES IT ALOT ALOT. He’ll catch himself resting on his elbows seeing you rapidly rub circles on your clit with a tent forming in his pants. He manages to ignore it a lot to demand commands from you
“Put two fingers in.”
“Use both hands.”
He bites you when he’s close to cuming. Fucking feral child
He doesn’t even like jacking off he wants you to do it for him while he’s still half clothed and you’re completely naked
He’s a pervert but he doesn’t know it KSHSJDKS
He likes seeing you in short skirts just to watch the bottom of it blow up to expose your little panties when you bend over
His head is always on, under , or hovering over your titties. Not even just when having sex just in GENERAL
He put his hat on you when you ride him
He also loves reverse cowgirl it turns him on sm seeing your ass bounce on his Dick :((((
Luffy enjoys hearing you moan “Captain” under him.
Absolutely the type to start having sex with you and immediately stop if he can
He can be going down on you, so super into it and you’re right at the brink of cuming when he just stops
“Lu—?!”
“LOOK WE MADE IT TO AN ISLAND!”
“IM NOT FINISHED YET?!”
He is a licker too. He will lick your face, body, he doesn’t give af and sometimes it’s not even sexual you can be eating a juicy fruit and he will lick the remainder juice off your cheek
He’s a really good kisser when he slows tf down. He usually tries to eat your damn face when he kisses you
Luffy kisses you out of excitement alot too.
He’s naturally touchy so he will always have you wrapped around his arms
He views sex as something similar to a conversation so sometimes you or Nami have to slap him when he exposes stuff you do in the bedroom
“And Y/N really likes when I shove my tongue in her—“
“LUFFY!”
He’s kinda a switch at heart? When he is on top he has such a raspy groan but when you’re on top he’s such a whiny little thing it’s so cute
Zoro
His libido is medium but he blames it on you lmao
“You’re the reason I’m like this.”
“You asked to eat MY pussy?!”
He makes you bite his sword. He loves hearing you moan but seeing you struggle to conceal them between your teeth looks even hotter tbh
He SOMETIMES knows where the clit is—he gets an attitude when you have to show him
“I knew where it was…”
“You were about to finger my ass—.”
He didn’t make a lot of noise at first, which kinda annoyed you because you could tell he was holding back so you started to suck his neck causing him to moaned out and it shocked you because it sounded so much more different than his natural deep voice
“Wh—what?!”
“Your moans are hot do it again…”
“GET OFF OF ME—“
He gets flustered so easily, sometimes all you have to do is compliment how strong he is and he wanna pounce on you.
Speaking of strength he absolutely has a size kink
He enjoys fucking you against a wall more than a bed
He also likes doing the 69 standing up this mf has no shame
Contrary to belief before he became a Strawhat he jacked off a lot. Then slowed down but then picked it back up when getting with you
Once again your fault somehow
He will not—for any reason—have you ride him. Everytime you try He just flips you over. It has nothing to do with being dom or sub because if anything he can be a bratty sub (SOMETIMES) but he just doesn’t want you on top. You’ve asked him about this and he just says “Because I’m always on top.” Like afucking child pouting
You really believe it’s because he can’t handle it
And it’s true
He don’t mind you riding his face though
That’s actually his go to when giving oral
He is another one that can start something and not finish it without being phased by it. He has done this to you a handful of times. Sometimes because he fell asleep or he was punishing you
Yes he has fell asleep when inside you or when giving your oral
He swears he has the best self control but once you start bending over wiggling that round jiggly ass of yours he loses all sense as a man
Booty Hunter Zoro is canon so not fight me on this
He is like Law. He doesn’t give af about a hairy 🐱. It’s not based on preference he’s just the type to be like:
“Open your legs.”
“I didn’t shave—-“
“I don’t give a fuck open your legs.”
He likes the feel of it Lowkey
Don’t make out with this man unless you wanna get fucked ok that’s the deal that’s just how he works
Like I said he isn’t loud but if you’re just feeling too good for him that one particular day he’ll groan continuously in your ear praising and degrading you
Doesn’t care if he gets caught
He does prefer a bigger woman only because he can manhandle them more and not worry about hurting you
He loves spreading you open very WIDELY and just jackhammering you.
Zoro doesn’t know how to be sensual if you hit him with it but he will TRY, HE WILL
He makes you cockwarm him a lot while you’re in the CN to help him have self control it’s the best and worse thing
He always wanted you to give him a blow job under the table while he is in a public restaurant but don’t know how to approach you about it
Will tongue kiss you with his cum still in your mouth
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Summary: Keegan is ur brother’s best friend; returned from deployment. u’ve broken up with ur ex and u haven’t been able to come in so long, late at night forbidden feelings arise and it can’t be helped that u act upon ur longed desires.
TW: smut, sex, very minor vulgarity, praise (kinda), forbidden, teasing, creampi
note: i'm sorry about the writing the original sucked I wrote another, then tumblr wasn't working so now I got this. I gave up lmao
Plz leave comments about what u want more of, opinions n wt ever are welcomed 🥰🙈🥳
It’d been weeks- months, since someone made u come, it's been itching at u for so long that even trying to use ur fingers or don't work. Frustrated, u huff out and go to the kitchen searching for any pie left over. It looks like he has already beat you to it. Eating a full plate of pie and whipped cream, u clear ur throat. “Didn’t expect company, u want some?” Keegan offers. u come up to the island n hop on the counter. “Yes please,” u thought he’d get u a new plate but instead he ladles a fork and moves it in ur direction, “Open ur mouth then, I don’t have cooties,” he joked. you open your mouth obediently and pull away. He stares at your lips as you do this and he can’t help but imagine it being his dick. The blood rushes to his cock at the mere idea, he tries to make it less obvious in his gray sweats. A small amount of whipped cream remains on the side of ur mouth, his hand absentmindedly goes to wipe it away. Looking into his eyes u take his finger into your mouth and suck it clean, u can hear him as he inhales eyes widening before they darken. “We really shouldn’t, '' he whispers.
“Please, it's been so long,” u beg, running your hands up his body. His eyes follow a path down from ur eyes to ur lips. He bites him down trying to keep himself from doing something he’d never be able to get back from. “I want to y/n, but he’d never forgive us,” he whimpered as u kiss him lightly massaging the back of his neck. “Forget about him. I need u right now,” u lick up his neck to his mouth. He wants you too, so bad that his hardon is aching. He can’t let you go unsatisfied. He groans, giving dives into our mouth. ur panting and whimpering as his hands feel across your body then resting on ur waist. He whispers, “fuck,” as u grind into him. He becomes possessed, hurling u up so that ur legs wrap around himHis cock pushes up into u as u grind“Fuck fuck-u- y/n u need to god just like-” he moans. u pick up your pace, ur climax finally building up. “Wait, please,” he sets you down on the couch.
Biting down ur lips as u see his large bulge. “Clothes off,” he says as he takes off his own clothes. u hurriedly take it off, not wasting any time he’s on top of u. Biting u, gripping u trying to pull u closer to him. He twists and sucks ur hard nipples as he finger fucks u. u squeeze ur eyes shut, letting him. “u feel so good around my fingers. Look at u wanting to come to just from me finger fucking ur needy little pussy,” u arch ur back. “u want my big fat cock in u? Huh, yeah,” u stifle a moan as he removes his fingers and places himself at ur entrance. Stroking the tip up and down ur wet slit. It’d been so long since he’d fucked someone, he’s losing his mind as he watches him slowly enter u. “u’re cunt’s so fucking tight,” he bites out dropping his head as he pauses to breathe once he’s all the way in.
u clench around him, “stop if u continue tonight isn’t gonna last long,” he groans. u feel his abs tense as he tries not to bust early. “Stop it’s killing me,” he grabs ur throat n digs into ur hips to stop ur movements. He’s a different person, he’s fucking u so hard now. you're clenching around as u come at the sheer force of him. His incoherent speech is muffled in ur ear as he bruises ur neck and hips from where he’s holding on. “This dick is all urs, fucking come on it,” he circles ur clit viciously overstimulating clit throbbing blindingly as u shake under him. Teary u moan out his name as he fills u. ur juices cover his shaft as he pulls out. “No more. Keegan,” u whine. It’d been a long time, too long, and u didn’t want this to stop just yet. “Look at u, you're shaking, did Joshua really not know how to treat a lady?” Keegan mocks kneading ur breast. “you're not half the man that he is,” you admit, sitting up u push him down to lie down. “Say that again,” he hums, devouring every inch of ur body as he watches u crawl on top of him. “He hasn’t made me come half as many times as u. Now shut up and kiss me,” he bites your lips and tongues u, taking away any air u had. u start to bounce on his dick, “my dick is urs y/n,” he sighs out. u ride him faster, stretching around his cock. Just as u go harder his body bucks, “oh fuck u know how to fuck me- so needy- all this dick in u-,” he sputters finally coming so strong that his eyes roll to the back of his head and he fucks u meeting each of ur movements. u feel him fill u up and u can’t help but smile at how perfectly he fits in u. “Such a dirty little slut," he says, juices and his come glistening between your thighs.
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♡𓂃 BREAK MY HEART AGAIN !
part 2 here!
pairing: jungwon x (gn) reader x niki
wc: 3.3k+
synopsis: you cant help but let jungwon break your heart. again. (inspired by let you break my heart again by laufey!)
warnings: ANGST, high school au, cursing i think i cant remember, sullyoon (nmixx) mentioned, not proofread, ANGST AGAIN BIG WARNING SRSLY, niki loves reader so bad, jungwon is kinda mean but not intentionally, reader needs to open their eyes srsly
a/n: everyone say thank u laufey for putting out one of the best songs ever!!! also this fic did NOT turn out the way i planned it.. niki wasnt even supposed to be in here😭 and the ending was also not planned PLS
“I’m sorry, Y/n, I can’t date you right now…” Jungwon says awkwardly, his hand rubbing the nape of his neck as he avoids eye contact with you. You should have expected this, really. The evidence was all right in front of you, but you chose to ignore it.
“That’s fine! I know that you can’t…I just wanted to let you know,” you smiled up at him, despite his avoidant eyes. Jungwon nods at you, his kind and soft eyes meeting yours. He knows you, and he knows that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes like they normally do whenever he would crack a lame joke or when he would do something affectionate towards you.
His lips curve into a slight smile, although the corner of his eyes don’t crinkle up. “Maybe in a few years, yeah? We’ll still be friends, Y/n. I could never leave you.” He promises, he promised. So why, three years later, you’re standing in the hallway while you see Jungwon mess with some girl’s hair that’s not your own?
Niki jogs up to you, not reading the full situation since he arrived at school late (again). “Y/n! Did you see the fight out..side…” his eyes follow where your own are staring at, and he frowns. He doesn’t say anything, but instead he decides to direct your attention to something else. “Y/n! We’re gonna be late to history, c’mon!” He ushers, though he could care less about being late to history.
You met Niki a year after Jungwon rejected you, and you immediately introduced him to your friend group after. You never told him about your feelings for Jungwon, although you didn’t need to. Niki knew – after all, it was quite obvious with the way you swooned and giggled whenever Jungwon would do literally anything.
Niki tugs on your arm like a little kid until you get annoyed, finally tearing your gaze away from Jungwon and the other girl talking. He smiles at you, but you don’t return it. You keep your head down, walking side by side with your friend as you look over your shoulder, still wishing that it was you with Jungwon instead of her.
You weren’t the one three years ago, and you’re not the one now.
Your hands ball into a fist after you were too far down the hall to see Jungwon clearly, and Niki is still rambling about something mindlessly while you’re buried in your own thoughts. You almost bump into another student and Niki has to drag your arm closer to him so you don’t crash into someone.
“Y/n,” he whines out in a drag, wanting you to pay attention to him. You reply with a hum, not in the mood to say much after seeing Jungwon with someone else that isn’t you.
The frown finds its way back onto his features, swinging your arm with his hand that’s gripped onto your forearm. “Wanna come over tonight? My mom let me buy this new game after saving up and I wanna show you!” He replaces the frown with a smile when you finally look at him. You give him a slight grin which makes him beam, but your following words cause his eyes to drop.
“I can’t, me and Jungwon are studying for bio tonight at my place. Maybe tomorrow? And we can go to that cafe you wanted to bring me last week too,” you offer with a tilt of your head.
It’s always like this. It’s always Jungwon first to you. At this point, Niki’s used to it and he almost expects you to hang out with him the next day. He supposes that next time, he’ll just have to ask you earlier before Jungwon does.
Niki nods, giving a smaller smile this time before the both of you walk into your class.
“Jungwon, hey!” You wave excitedly down the hall where Jungwon awaits by his locker for you. He leans off his locker, his head looking up from his phone as he spots you. He waves back at you, a smile gracing his features. Niki is following close behind you, but he’s too busy on his phone and doesn’t give Jungwon a form of greeting before he’s actually face to face with him.
“Okay, I’m gonna go, see you tomorrow, Y/n,” Niki says goodbye to you and gives Jungwon a nod before leaving.
“Ready to spend five hours reading a textbook?” You try to joke, nudging Jungwon lightly with your elbow, but instead of giving a lighthearted laugh and returning your joke, he’s glancing at his phone and smiles down at the screen.
You look away, your bottom lip in between your teeth. This was so awkward. After Jungwon rejected you, he actually never did get with anyone else, but he has been talking to a few people here and there throughout your high school career, so you were used to this routine. But he’s never smiled at a text before.
“Huh? Sorry, what did you say?” Jungwon asked after putting his phone in his back pocket. You know he doesn’t do this on purpose – there is no mean bone in Jungwon for him to ever do something like this to purposely and intentionally hurt you. It’s one of the many reasons why you love him, you suppose.
“Oh, nothing,” you mumble as you look away, the two of you walking down the sidewalk. You don’t notice this, but you always have to match his pace to walk side by side as his legs naturally walk fast because of his busy schedule, being in multiple sports and clubs. “Are you prepared for this week’s test?”
“What? We have a test this week?!” Jungwon panics, almost halting in his steps to look at you as you struggle to catch up with him. “Yeah! It’s on Friday…it’s literally in three days. You didn’t know?” You ask. This is the first. Normally Jungwon is the one to remind you of a test in your one shared class together.
“Shit,” he curses, running a hand through his hair. You two continue walking to your house and you laugh a little to ease up his sudden stressed mood. “It’s okay! That’s why we’re studying today, right? I’ll help you,” you smile, giving him a reassuring thumbs up, “but this is the first time you don’t know of a test, are you feeling okay?” You chuckle in a joking manner, turning the lock on the door and letting him enter first inside your home.
“Yeah…guess I got distracted,” he muttered. He makes his way straight to your room, knowing where it is as he’s been over more than enough times. You follow behind him, closing your door as you drop your backpack onto the floor.
“Distracted? From what?” You expect his answer to be something like ‘Oh, just sports’, so his answer knocks the wind out of you.
“I’m planning to ask out Sullyoon…” he trails off, not wanting to meet your eyes. He didn’t want to hide anything from you, you were his best friend! But when he takes a slight peek at you, and notices that your jaw is agape and your eyes no longer twinkling like they normally do whenever you look at him, why does he feel guilty? Was that even the right word to describe the ache in his heart when he sees your smile falter, eyes gazing down at your hands? Look at me, please, he thinks to himself, but he’s not sure if he really wants to see your sad eyes look at him like he was the worst thing that has ever happened to you.
You think, in a way, he is. But you know yourself well enough to know that you’d let Jungwon in your heart no matter how many times he breaks it.
He wants to change the subject, maybe back to biology because he actually wants to get a good score, but his first priority will always be you, and he doesn’t want to belittle your feelings just because of a silly little test grade that will barely affect his overall percentage, anyway.
“Is…is that okay?” He asks after some silence, unsure on how to approach this. You blink, eyes still staring at the ground, but you quickly look at him after he speaks.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” You say, which catches him off-guard. “Jungwon…you can date whoever you want. Why are you asking me as if you’re asking permission or something,” you laugh it off, but you feel like you’re really more fighting your inner demons rather than seeing it as no big deal.
You’re too nice, Jungwon thinks. He doesn’t deserve you, he really doesn’t. A smile appears on his face, dimples and all showing on his cheeks. “Really?” He says excitedly, and it hurts you even more to see that he’s so excited to ask out Sullyoon. “So, you’ll help me ask her out? Cause I don’t really know what to do, honestly.” He asks, and you feel like you’ve been stabbed in the heart a million times.
You can’t say no. Not to Jungwon. And you hate him for that.
“Sure.” You smile.
The following day, you keep your promise to Niki and go to the café he wanted to show you and to see his new game. Although your mood is obviously deflated after last night’s study session with Jungwon, Niki decides to make it his life mission to make you smile and laugh.
“Oh my gosh, this strawberry croissant looks so good,” you gasp, bending down slightly as you look through the clear glass that showcases many different pastries.
“I know! When I came here a few weeks ago, I knew you would like it. We can get it and share, if you want!” Niki offers, giving a smile as you point and admire every pastry.
“Really??” You look up at him, toothy smile and all, and he nods in response. He pays, because he would buy the moon for you if it meant seeing you smile. He thinks Jungwon wouldn’t do the same for you.
You two enjoy the pastry, giggling about whatever happened at school that day or complaining about the overwhelming amount of homework your teachers assigned before walking to his home to check out his game.
Niki thinks he successfully distracted you from whatever was bugging you since last night (he already has a hunch that it’s because of Jungwon), but you’re walking slower than you usually do and your head is slightly lowered. It’s probably not obvious to others that you’re in a sour mood, but it’s definitely obvious to Niki.
“Y/n,” he starts, but you cut him off before he says anything else.
“Jungwon wants to ask Sullyoon out,” you blurt, looking up at him with your bottom lip jutted out like you’re about to cry, and you feel like you are. Niki thinks he’s never felt his emotions affected by someone before.
“Oh,” is all he says, because what exactly can he say? He’s mad, yes. He’s mad at Jungwon, because he can’t seem to understand why Jungwon would ever choose anyone over you.
“And I’m helping him by asking her,” you breathe out, like it's the hardest thing you’ve ever said in your entire life. Scratch that — confessing to Jungwon was the hardest thing.
“Oh.” Niki’s not good at comforting, but he wants to, so bad, for you, he would learn every language in the world.
“He’s never…Jungwon’s never liked someone enough to ask them out. But I—“ your voice breaks and Niki swears a part of him breaks as well. You guys finally reach his house, and he gestures for you to enter first with a tilt of his head. You enter, walking straight to his room because you know his house like the back of his hand.
You then realize; Jungwon’s always over at yours, but you’ve been in his house once and it was only to drop off homework from when he was feeling sick and you didn’t even go in. You have no idea what his house looks like, but you know every knick knack about Niki’s.
As you two enter his room, he sits on the edge of his bed and pats the spot next to him. He may not be good at words, but he can offer a comforting shoulder. You give a slight, but weak, smile in appreciation and you sit next to him and instantly lean your head on his shoulder like it’s nature.
This isn’t the first time, and Niki knows this won’t be the last time that you use him as comfort whenever Jungwon talks to someone new. He’s okay with that. He’ll wait for you like you wait for Jungwon.
“Niki,” you say his name for the first time the entire day. You’re not crying, you already wasted enough tears on Jungwon.
“Hm?” Niki hums, his fingers playing with your own, and it’s a little too intimate for Niki’s usual liking, but he’s willing to step out of his boundaries for you.
“Thank you,” you whisper, and even though you don’t clarify what you’re thanking him for, Niki knows. He knows that you’re thanking him for being with you for two years, pining after Jungwon and using Niki as a shoulder to cry on.
His eyes droop down, and he’s upset that he met you. He’s upset he met you in this universe, where you’re hung up on your crush on Jungwon, and not another where you two can live happily ever after, without Jungwon plaguing your mind.
Niki vividly remembers the time you two met. It was in ceramics class, and you were there because you genuinely liked pottery and he was there because he just had to fulfill his visual arts credit. He struggled on the wheel, the clay always never staying up because he made it too thin every time. You noticed him struggling after observing for a week straight, and decided to finally lend a helping hand.
After that, he followed you around school and walked with you to your classes (with Jungwon, of course, he’s always with you), and now you’re just used to his presence and he’s used to yours. What started off as a mere friendship, he’s now attached to you, despite knowing that you will never see him the same way you see Jungwon.
A week later after helping Jungwon with a plan to ask Sullyoon out, it was unfolding right in front of you. With Jungwon’s back facing you, and seeing Sullyoon’s face beam with light when Jungwon asked her if she wanted to be his girlfriend, you visibly cringe.
You just didn’t understand. What did she have that you didn’t, and why did Jungwon want her, and not you, who has been by his side ever since fifth grade? It’s been three years since you’ve confessed – you thought you’d get over it by now, but seeing them hug affectionately in front of you, made your eyes drop to the ground, hands balled up into a fist as you fight against any bitter emotions bubbling in your chest.
You don’t notice that Niki is watching from afar. He had just gotten out of detention, and didn’t expect to see you in the school halls an hour after school had ended. He almost got excited, perhaps you were waiting for him to get out of detention so you could go to the cafe together again, or maybe you wanted to see his video game that you didn’t see last week!
But then, he sees Jungwon and Sullyoon hugging and your still figure watching them. He frowns deeply. Why do you still stick around? He supposes he should know the answer. He sticks around for you, so there’s no difference between you and him, really.
You turn on your heel and leave the school, not saying goodbye to Jungwon or Sullyoon. You think if you see Jungwon turning to you with a bright smile that you know is not from you, you’ll start crying.
Niki follows behind silently, not wanting Jungwon to notice him as he follows you out of the school. He catches up to you, despite your rushed pace because you want to get far away from where the love of your life and his now girlfriend is.
“Y/n! Hey…” He says, jogging up to you and matching your pace when he’s side by side with you.
You looked up at him, shocked. You forgot he had detention, so he must’ve gotten out right when Jungwon had asked Sullyoon out. You turn away, hair falling forward to cover your eyes. “Hi.”
He frowns again. “You want my shoulder?” He offers.
You smile slightly, it’s such a weak smile, and Niki knows that, but he appreciates your efforts. “If that’s okay with you.”
You find yourself in your living room with Niki, head buried into his shoulder as you cry, because you just can’t wrap your head around the fact that Jungwon said he’d date you in a few years. He promised! He never broke promises. He promised in fifth grade when you two met that he’d never leave your side and that you’d always be first to him. You suppose he broke two promises now.
Niki’s softly playing with your hair, not looking at you. He can’t look at you in this state, because when you cry, he wants to cry too. He wishes you could see that he’s been here, and maybe not as long as Jungwon, but he thinks that he knows you more than Jungwon does.
You know that you’ll let Jungwon break your heart again.
You think that one day, you’ll find someone who will like you like you like Jungwon.
Niki thinks that one day, you’ll realize that he sees you more than a friend and a shoulder to cry on.
Someday, one day, you’ll let Jungwon stop breaking your heart, but Niki knows that he’ll follow closely behind you, picking up every small piece and treasure it like his life depends on it.
You end up falling asleep on Niki’s shoulder after crying on it for what feels like hours. Niki knows his shirt is slightly damp, but he doesn’t mind. You’re softly snoring, your body leaned against him. He knows you must’ve been exhausted. He knows you helped Jungwon the best you could, despite the fact that you’re hopelessly in love with him, and he hates that you did that, but he also loves you for it.
Jungwon is excitedly opening your front door, because he knows he’s welcomed into your home any time he pleases, but as he’s going towards your room, he finds Niki on your couch. He’s confused, but he doesn’t question until he spots pieces of your hair from over the couch.
Niki doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want to wake you, but he looks at Jungwon with a pointed expression, and Jungwon knows immediately what Niki was trying to express. He frowns, not at Niki, but at himself. He didn’t realize that he affected you this much, he had a feeling that you didn’t move on from him but he also didn’t think that you were still this caught up on him.
He feels terrible, he feels like absolute shit, because he also realizes that he broke two of his promises. Then, something else swirls in his gut as you shift in your sleep, head burying into Niki’s neck. He doesn’t understand this feeling, and a part of him doesn’t want to.
He’s with Sullyoon now, isn’t he? So why, is he standing in the middle of your home, with jealousy stirring in his chest?
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Just One Week (8)
Gojo Satoru x Female Reader
also on my ao3: diluclover300
CHAPTER INDEX:
I H8 U
My Kinda Fun
Balance
{S] Awake
Eggs and Rice
Wait, but I'm broke
Couple's Discount
Waffles + Cream
CHAPTER 8: Waffles + Cream
....
There are a million questions you want to ask that large back in front of you, the person who hasn't said as much as a word ever since you left that store.
"Where did you, no, how did you pay for all of that?" Being the most obvious one out of them all.
"Why did you lie to me?" Being the one that generously weighs itself onto the back of your mind.
"Where are we going?" Being the most relevant.
"You bastard! Help me out here!" Being more of a plead as the sun shines onto those shopping bags you barely manage to hold. Then, as if to torture you further, your skin absorbs the merciless heat, eyes squinting against the sky.
"Why did you come here?" Being the one Gojo has already answered at the very beginning of your ill-fated encounter.
And last but not least...
"Why didn't you stop me?"
That's the one you really don't want to ask, let alone acknowledge as you follow behind his trail. Those occasional whistles he lets out are faint, each pitch gliding along the equally faint spring breeze. Perhaps it's not that you're afraid of asking.
You fear his answer.
You rotate your wrists as you walk down the sidewalk, warming the numbness lying in your arms. The fibers of each bag handle rub and scratch against the hair of your arms, overwhelming when paired with the blinding sunlight. As they do, you lift and tilt one arm after another, regaining your balance when the burdensome weight of the clothes shift back and forth along your anchor-like limbs.
You're more than sure that Gojo hears. That he hears the flapping, the small ripples of each paper bag - your obvious struggle. You are also positive that he has no plans in relieving that suffering, but you can't blame him either.
You'd wish such a fate on your worst enemy too.
There's an urge to speak, an urge to ask, however. You can't fight off your gut feeling, the responsibility to initiate conversation. You look up at him, watching as he takes a left, fully expecting you to follow. And you do, not bothering to put up a fight.
Quiet was nice, quiet was peaceful. There was comfort in silence, security in it's presence. You agree with that statement, and you strive for it... under normal circumstances.
Gojo Satoru was not your normal. Gojo Satoru was a nuisance, never once was he peaceful. Gojo Satoru, his presence, was one of danger, not security.
So ask. And you do.
You ask a question of relevance.
"Where are we going?" You quicken in your steps, trying your very best to catch up with his abnormal pace.
In that question lies a hint of regret as it sits in the air, ignored. That gets you to reflect on each and every event leading up to this moment, most notably your tears. Those beads, unpleasant as they fell, heavy as they sat on your skin. What a mistake you made, a grave, terrible mistake of showing Gojo Satoru your sacred tears, to bare your hidden agonies.
You vow to never shed a single pearl, to not let a single droplet of your suffering escape. Not in front of him.
"Hey," You say, the sound of rustling paper bags accompanying your voice. "Gojo."
Satoru can't help but think, his mind on a rampage with no set finish line, at least, not visible to himself. It's one hell of a marathon.
There are a million thoughts, a million tracks he must run across, past, and through to keep his sanity. Quite a difficult choice to make, and he's normally not a picky guy.
He'll run through all of them as fast as he can, with all his might, until his legs give up on him.
Alright. He gazes upon each track, preparing himself for the hardships ahead. Each track is painted in the same shade of...
You.
On pure instinct, his feet propel him to begin his jog, sucking in a hefty breath as he does.
This track, he can already tell that it's a tough one to navigate, the soles of his shoes imprinting onto the strange, thin paint. What is left of the track beneath him as he takes another stride is a pile of powdered pigment, full of irregularities and chips.
The track is as unfamiliar, as alienating as your distraught-ness left him. His steps slow as yours did, recalling the freeze of your figure admits the bustling crowd of people. The tremble of your eyes, how your eyebrows tightened against one another, fingers fisting themselves with such unwavering intensity.
Satoru takes in a shaky breath, one that could be mistaken for a gasp. The bend of his knees that his palms reside on remind him of your limpness. How he held your lifeless wrist in the heart of his hand. How your skin stuck to his. How your fingers mindlessly grazed, how they grasped his.
He sprints, the sweat piling onto his forehead then downwards. The least of his concerns as you consume him whole.
Was it right?
Was it okay for him to treasure something so tender?
His heels sink into this lengthy, unpredictable track, biting back the burn in his calves.
Five years. He tried to ignore it, tried to defy the laws of time.
You are not as you left him.
Gojo feels his heart pound along to the beating of his muscles. Those eyes, those foreign looks, those pitiful expression were his fault only. He was to blame.
He wonders if this was how you felt. Suffocated. If the walls of your ribcage and lungs collapsed against each other at that very moment. If he too could share an ounce of that pain. If he could ever gain the right to lift up that veil of misery you wear.
Though, he supposes that the brick, the pain that hits him, that has hit him hours ago was his share of what was yours. Pain.
Satoru wants to decipher you more than himself. If you were the last thing he could understand then, he'd...
He'd do it. He'd give it his all because he has never seen you like this.
Detached.
Another stride as he pushes forward.
Alone.
A definite gasp.
Different.
Just when he wants to give up, just when his legs stutter on this turbulent track, the finish line flashes before his eyes.
Gojo Satoru will admit it as he cannot deny the truth any longer.
Forward he moves. Run, he does. As long as his legs can muster.
You are unrecognizable. There are parts of you, familiar parts that have turned unfamiliar. There are sides of you which have never seen the light of his days.
The black-and-white checkered strip of tape rips at his waist.
You have changed.
He doesn't allow himself a break, determined as he travels, panting through each light jog he takes to the second track. A testament to his efforts.
Neither does it take him another second before his feet and legs glide and cut through the air, breaths steady as he paces himself.
Ah, he examines the deep shade of paint below him, one that absorbs his shadow. This track is easy. Shamefully easy.
Now this was something he didn't put much thought into, something that just came to him naturally. Satoru doesn't shy away, nor does he fight with his own body as he runs. It is that effortless.
As much as you have changed, as much as you've become unrecognizable, you still are as beautiful as you left him. Even more than he recalls. Time has aged you like the finest of wines. So exceptional that his heart pitters and patters with his flesh, creating a symphony only you could orchestrate. And this doesn't stem from his unruly pace, no, not at all.
Satoru hasn't discovered this until recently, but he feels lucky. The selfish kind, the kind filled with shame as he thanks the heavens for the loneliness that seems to follow you around. A loneliness so adamant that even the most ordinary of occurrences are ones of pure intimacy. A loneliness which unknowingly, subconsciously binds you to him, and him to you. A loneliness which keeps him on his toes.
Oh, he hopes and prays he's one of the few, no, the only pair of eyes set on the movie that is your existence. The entirety of it, for as long as it lasts, from the beginning to the very end. This odd wish of his, this secret of his, he has no idea where it stems from.
Not even those thick spurts of air filling his lungs could imitate it. Neither could they begin to satiate him as the image of you has. ]
Even as his legs pulsate, even as his skin bleeds the extremity of his efforts, painting his skin in such a disturbing, thick film...
You cut through them, these troublesome sensations.
Gojo blinks against the orange sun as he sprints, and all he sees is you. You, who is seared in the black of his eyelids and vision.
No matter how he looks at it, no matter how much he tries to paint himself as a fool in denial, no matter how much he knows he shouldn't - he does.
Satoru thinks it, he thinks, ponders, and finally settles on the thought he shouldn't. You, the girl who hates him as much as the heavens detest hell, you are everything he has ever wanted.
At first, he had to pinch himself. To check if it wasn't a dream, if the thick of his lens wasn't seeing the way that fabric sat, the way it flattered every inch of you. Slightly cinched at the waist, flowy and flowery in the skirt, breath-taking as it complimented the gold that is your skin.
To think it had been five years. Time has served you well.
If he were to go on, then he'd go on for centuries, he couldn't possibly-
Satoru trips. He tumbles on his shoelace.
He couldn't possibly forget those tears. How they stained you, how they peeked through the curtains, your eyelashes. How thick that stare was, a hostile force. One he couldn't stop.
With a short sigh, he fumbles with his shoes, knees bruised as he looks up to the new, undefined track before him.
Those tides that can't be ridden or surfed, hostile as they splash against the sand. Waves he has never witnessed, crests and troughs that are unfathomable.
With a firm wipe of his forehead, he tackles the ground before him, aiming to leap above the cracks.
He will get over this, even if it kills him, even if his body refuses to cooperate. Gojo Satoru was the strongest, he tells himself. He is Gojo Satoru himself, with the strength of the heavens above. Incomparable. Unshaken. Undefeated.
His hands leave the ground before him, the arch of his foot launching him forward. Nice. He can do this. He will do this, no matter what stands in his way.
No matter what, he will not falter. He will not crack as the ground beneath him does. Gojo Satoru will not... he will not...!
Why. Why did you cry?
He screams, an earth-shattering sound that disappears in the large stadium surrounding him.
Who? Who was it?
He falls, one foot shattering after another. Gojo Satoru has failed, his fingers grasping at the dust below him, nostrils inhaling the particles as his cheeks scrape against the rock hard floor. Purple and blue, the strongest is.
Weak, the strongest has become. Weak as he lies on the floor, body sprawled out as his thighs cut against the cracks of this track. The track he cannot run, the track he cannot figure out. A maze in disguise.
Those tears. Their cause. Your pain. Your agony. Your loneliness.
"Hey." You watch as he pauses in his steps, unresponsive. "Gojo."
He doesn't know. He can't know. You won't let him know a single thing. These mysteries will remain mysteries, and there's no way in hell he'll get to play detective either.
"Hello?" You wave a hand across his face, peering into his sunglasses. Was he daydreaming? "Hello-"
You. You who is in front of him, the person who is mirrored, reflected onto his pupils. You, who he has sought out for months. You, who has crossed his mind without fail. Every. Single. Night.
Who were you? Did he know you? Did you know him?
"What?" It's a response, cold-hearted in it's nature. As if he calls out to himself as he glances at you, then at the buildings around him. Tall as they stand, thick as they sit.
Uh-oh. This was not where he planned on going, he only planned to wander off until he could figure it out, until he ran through his obstacles. Until he could put together this puzzle, unscrambled as it lies in his mind. But his surprise turns into one of acceptance because he can't piece it together, because this is where his thoughts lead him. To a destination that is unplanned, the destination that is fate.
He guesses this is what happens when he can't think straight. He ends up in the middle of Osaka, answerless, just as confused as you are.
"Where are we going? We've been walking for fifteen..." You sneakily take a look at that brand-new watch of his, with a thick leather strap and gold accents. What a useless way to show off, you personally think, and you would've said something about if he wasn't threatening you with those Six Eyes every five minutes.
"... fifteen minutes, that's how long we've been walking and..."
It seems he has also lost track of time along with his awareness as his thoughts formed tracks of their own. All because of you. Someone he does not know as well as he thought.
Satoru watches as you huff out your complaints, how you shoot him daggers with those eyes, squinting at him and then the sun before your lips continue to hack at his ears.
"- and I'm hungry, you didn't even offer to help me. You just kept walking, and -"
He knew this. How refreshing that tone is, that annoyance of yours, a good friend of his. The way your arms almost flail around to further express your frustration. The way your face molds itself to fit and depict your emotions. You keep going, on and on.
Okay. You're hungry with an roaring appetite. Satoru fumbles with his wallet, hand shoved deep inside his pocket as he does. You can't see it, or maybe you haven't noticed it. Yet. He awaits the question.
"- Ugh, these bags. They're heavy." You lift your arm up, a frown that he swears is a pout makes it's way onto your face.
Satoru searches around, and he finds it. The solution to his problem - you.
"Are you even listening to me-"
"Wanna eat waffles?"
"What? Are you just going to ignore-"
...
First of all, you had no idea you were apparently invisible to that monster. You were so clearly ignored, every word you spit out, each sentence nothing but a senseless source of noise to him.
And second of all,
"A table for two, please."
You never said yes to eating waffles!
"Of course. Right this way, sir."
The caf�� is as weird as weird gets, each seat painted with waffle cones, the walls decorated with fried chicken and ice-cream stickers, and a small waffle-figure with googly eyes in the middle of each table. It's plain weird.
Reluctantly, you sit in the spot across from him, the only other spot available. Then you're trapped, a menu pushed towards your direction as soon as you're sat.
"Feel free to look over the menu while I get your waters. Excuse me."
You nod at the waiter, arms unwinding themselves when the shopping bags slip off your wrists and then onto the floor. What a relief, you've never felt anything like it.
"How cute. Y/N, look at the little characters."
Nonetheless, your euphoria is short-lived once Gojo's presence dawns on you from across the table. The hums he lets out are haunting, nightmare-ish as he fumbles with the menu, pushing down his glasses.
"Wow, this fried chicken dude looks like you. Just look at those eyes, they're so big and angry... it looks just like you." He turns his menu over, pointing at the stupid drawing.
It's ugly with the thickly-drawn eyebrows, hard to look at with the amount of crumbs on it. You're offended.
"Whatever." You grumble, pushing the menu back down onto the table. He chuckles.
This was anything but relaxing, the only normal thing in this place being the music on the speakers.
The menu doesn't intrigue you with the amount of waffle and fried chicken characters on printed on, and neither does the sound of waffles for lunch entice you. You'll pass, silently reaching for your phone.
Soon enough, you scroll through your social media feed, deciding this would be a decent, and a rather socially accepted (normal) way of shutting down conversation.
Well, you thought it was. He doesn't have any of it.
"You done looking at the menu? Already?" You're fast, more decisive than he's expected.
"I'm not getting anything." Nevermind. You don't even look up from that screen, bunched up in your own bubble as the screen illuminates your face.
A bubble so thin that he is tempted to pop it. And he would, but he refrains, looking from you to the menu below him.
"Okay. Have it your way."
You're a problem he has to continue solving.
...
You sip on the water placed in front of you, mumbling a small thank you to the waiter. The ice clatters against the rim of tall, then the straw as you swallow. God, you're parched, lips squeezing the life out that clear plastic straw as you drink and scroll down the bottomless pit that is social media.
Right now, you're forced to listen to Gojo's chirpy voice as he orders, forced to see his smile from the corner of your eyes.
"Can I please get..."
He must love the sound of his own voice, you think, internally groaning as his order strings on and on. The cadence of his smiley, cheeky, and choke-able voice talks and talks for ages. Your thumb presses onto your phone without much thought, eyes sucked into a video of someone's white cat dancing along to music you can't hear.
It's been well over three minutes now, and you're astonished. Were you imagining it, or was he listing off the whole menu at this point? What a crazy-
"The chocolate croffle with extra sprinkles, and then, uh, was it the cheesy, no, the pizza waffle - yes, that one."
What a crazy combination.
Your stomach coos, a sound only you hear when your organs both fail and torment you.
That chocolate croffle, oh, you could only imagine it's taste, how the chocolate would melt against your tongue. Defeated, you pathetically swallow down your own spit, fingers prodding at your forehead once you take another scroll at your phone. Your eyes bore into the random video of a cat rolling around on the floor.
"Also, I wanted the brownie waffle, the one that comes with an ice cream scoop, and the, um... what was it? The one that came with fried chicken, right? The Korean one, god. I just can't remember the name." Gojo rambles, pointing at the menu.
You anticipate the answer, the suggestion sounding delectable.
"The waffles that come with our Korean fried chicken?"
You unconsciously lick your lips, back hunched over, stuffing your face into your phone.
"Yes, that one. Thank you." You hear him slightly laugh his words out, catching how he rubs his neck. "That'll be all."
You frown as your stomach twists in on itself, fidgeting with your phone like a kid in a grocery store.
"Alright, I'll get that right out for you, sir."
...
You're hungry, growls growing louder with each plate clattered onto the table.
It's an assortment, an array of colors and waffles. From sweet, savory, and salty, to a mix of flavors as your phone begins to serve as a shield instead of a form of entertainment. You want nothing more than to chuck it out the window and dig into the food you flat out refused to order.
"Sweet." Gojo flashes a smile at the waiter, and you swear she's giggling like a schoolgirl. "Thank you."
Oh, her face is getting red. For him? For that man?
"Of course." Oh, you don't know whether to hurl at the sight or laugh, so you seal your lips shut, stomaching the scene that unfolds. Those pale cheeks look like strawberries, and his dorky grin only grows wider and friendlier.
Were you third-wheeling right now? Seriously?
You want to crawl underneath the table, but before you even get the chance to, she walks off with such cheer in her steps that you'd think she had almost got his number or something. Gross.
Either way, you're thankful that his smiles clears up otherwise your favorite song would be tainted with the memory of some waiter kicking it off with your arch nemesis-
"Tie me up so I can't escape, Hold me tight and shake me up, so that I can't come to my senses-"
You sit up straighter, your phone discarded at the song, and if you were a dog, your ears would be perking up at the sound.
"Kiss me on the lips, so I can't breathe."
It's no mistake. That is the new XXX song playing on full-blast. Your eyes dart from the waffles, from a Gojo Satoru that stares right back at you, then at your phone on the table.
"I'll swallow you deep now, the whiskey that is you."
You cough, patting your chest at the lyrics.
"Peaches and cream, sweeter than sweet-"
Your mouth waters and you swallow. A thick sound, one that you can't control.
Ah, this was going to be awkward. Your favorite song, and your favorite band from high-school was going to be tainted by the memory of this - hungrily staring at Gojo's food.
"You're too sweet, you taste so-"
"Isn't this that one boyband you like?"
You look up from the food in front of you, then at him, who patiently awaits your answer.
"Y...yeah." You confirm his suspicions, diverting your attention to the half-empty glass of water that sits next to you, sipping away.
Satoru slowly nods, not paying much mind to the lyrics. It sounded familiar, like the music that came out of your earbuds yesterday. Those falsettos and that catchy tropical house beat is what he mostly remembers, other than being caught off-guard, by well, you.
"Okay, it's time then." He declares, and you'd rather not question it, keeping to yourself as he pulls out his phone.
You do not care what it is, and you certainly will not-
"Come on," He taunts, holding his phone up with both hands. "Pose for the camera."
Your curiosity gets the best of you as you make direct eye contact with the camera pointing directly at you.
What the hell?
"No." You cross your arms, bringing your hand out to the phone as he uses his fingers to pinch and zoom at his screen. "I'm not taking a-"
"What about a selfie, hm? Does that sound good?" You can sense him point the camera up high before you actually look into it, seeing his and your face in the screen.
You make a face, lips curling down as your eyes tighten up.
"Oh, come on." He pleads, and then you notice that peace sign with not two, but three fingers. "Please-"
It sticks out like a sore thumb, it takes you back to your high-school days. When Satoru always posed like that for class pictures, how it spread around like wildfire. The selfie pose of the century.
How nostalgic.
"You still do that?" You don't mean to, but it comes out before you can think it through.
"Huh?" You've given him an opening, he realizes as he turns to face you, camera lowered. "Whaddya mean?"
You roll your eyes, wishing you had kept your mouth shut.
"That." You repeat as if it'll make an idiot like him understand any better. "I'm talking about that."
He's so close. Satoru is so close, he's about to win his prize by acting a fool. There's no doubt about it.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't?" You can't believe it. Not for a single second.
"Nope. No clue."
You sigh when he looks at you dumbly.
"Oh my god-" You become frustrated, eyes directing at the sign he holds up. "This, it's that-"
You give up, imitating how he holds out his thumb along with those two fingers.
Bingo.
"Like this-"
SNAP.
You can't even process it, that's how quick he is when he brings out his camera, fingers hovering over the shutter button.
"Gotcha." He snickers, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "You fell for it."
You blink.
"You- Gojo, you can't just-"
"Too bad because I just did." Satoru shrugs, leaning in to take a bite out of that sweet little chocolate croffle with extra sprinkles. The plate you were feasting on with your own two eyes. It's ruined.
He tears it apart with his teeth, chewing the waffle of your dreams and swallowing it down with a swig of water.
"Delete it." You snap out of your trance, blinking as you're forced to choose between each conflict- your stomach and that damn selfie. "I mean it-"
Your stomach growls like a lion's roar.
"Just eat." He says in-between bites, burying his grin underneath a face full of food.
"I'm not-" Another growl, one so ferocious, one that rips through the music. How humiliating it is when you bask in your own embarrassment, your bodily reactions giving you away.
"Are you gonna eat?" He places his waffle down, patting his face with a napkin before putting it aside. You sit there stubbornly, as still as a stone, miserable and hungry as your eyes glue themselves to the floor.
That's fine. Satoru knows how to solve you, his special problem.
"Should I feed you?"
You don't budge as your eyes move. You won't fall for it, not this time. He thinks he's so smart and witty, but really he's not. Not in the slightest, and you'll prove it.
"Aw, look at you. Open wide." He coos, pulling the brownie waffle off the plate next to him. This will be fun.
You'll prove it. You will not be swayed. You will not do as he says.
"Here comes the airplane. Say 'Ah'.." He reaches over, voice dripping with honey as his eyes warm behind those sunglasses of his.
Like hell you would.
"Come on."
Great. You're stuck in the middle of this terrible role-play scenario, frowning when he presses the waffle at your lips, arms tightly crossed. People are staring, you're well aware.
"Why are you feeding-"
Good grief.
Your words are muffled when he pushes the thing in your mouth, hooking it against your teeth. You hold and bite onto the waffle, ripping a piece off with your teeth because you feel obligated to not let the delicious thing go to waste.
"Oh? Good job." You shrink in your seat when he coos, muttering curses to yourself when you see him bring a spoonful of ice-cream to your lips. He's surprised that you play along, eating so well when he proposes to feed you.
"Open wide."
Fine, you lose when you don't talk back. You lose when your lips wrap around that damn spoon, the ice-cream thick as it pools against your tongue, pulling away once you've swallowed.
"Yeah, just like that. Good." Satoru feels full just watching you eat, more than satisfied when you chew your food good and swallow equally as well. He's never done anything this fun before.
This unexpected taste, the explosion of flavors against your tongue as the sugar-high rushes to your head. You don't just like it, you love it, skin melting when the hint of vanilla ice-cream ghosts around your tongue.
You don't have the time to feel embarrassed or offended when you reach for the spoon in his hand. Satoru lets you have it, not wanting to put up a fight. You're eating and that's the only thing that he cares about.
"I can do it myself, thanks." You grab the bowl of ice-cream, shoving another spoon down your throat.
"You eat well." He responds, resting his cheek on his palm as he observes you. "It's a good thing."
Damn it. Your skin burns even when the cold of the ice-cream hits your teeth. You hate it, you'd do anything for it to go away. At the very least, the endorphins rush to your brain and you feel okay for a bit, eating away.
"I know." You subconsciously begin to shrivel up at his stare, scooping another spoon of ice cream. Gojo doesn't take a single bite, eyeing you down as if his goal was to set you on fire.
Way to make you feel guilty.
"You're not eating?" You're inclined to ask, already halfway through that ridiculously sweet brownie waffle.
"What? Are you worried about me?" Satoru scoots forward, tone mocking. "I'm flattered-"
"You have a sweet tooth. I'm not worried about you." You swallow, stirring around the ice in your glass with a teeth-marked straw.
It takes a moment, one of silence, when you begin to mull over your words. Gojo grins from ear to ear, his glasses loosening as it slides down his nose bridge.
"You remember that? For real?" Great. Now he thinks you care, he's beaming.
Oh, you regret it because you've admitted to remembering, feeling small in your seat.
"You do. I'm glad." Satoru concludes, turning to catch the waiter's attention.
You don't say a thing.
....
You were right. Gojo Satoru has a sweet tooth, and a large one at that when the waiter brings not one, but two cans of whipped cream to your table upon special request.
"Thanks." You watch as they exchange another cheesy, gooey interaction. Another, "Of course." before she shyly nods and walks away. You wonder if he's doing it on purpose or if he's just completely oblivious.
It's the latter, isn't it?
Maybe this was your doing, your fault as Gojo clicks open the can of whipped cream, oozing the white fluff in his mouth. The sight is unappetizing, and you let him know.
"You're gross." You mutter, grabbing the other can to spray on a plain waffle.
"What're you doing? I already opened one."
You watch in horror as he sprays the same can he's put against his lips on your food, the can in your hand slamming onto the table.
"What?" He gulps down a glop of cream, licking the corners of his lips clean. "Something wrong?"
You give him a soulless stare, looking down to the now contaminated waffle then at him.
"You're the worst."
"Huh?" He points at himself in disbelief. "Me? What did I do?"
He's right. What did he do? He's been nothing but generous, nothing but kind. He even put cream on your waffles for you.
You disagree, tracing your memories back to those burdensome questions that tickle the tip of your tongue. The most obvious one of them all is the prisoner you release from the jail of your mind.
"Don't act dumb, you literally tricked me into thinking that I would have to pay for your clothes-"
"Our clothes." He corrects, stacking up all the empty plates around him into a tower before his eyes land on the waffle he so lovingly garnished. "Finish your food."
You were not going to let him ignore you. Not again, you promise yourself as you scarf down the rest of your food, face full of cream as you talk.
"How did you pay? You tricked me into thinking-"
Satoru yanks you by the chin, causing you to let out a strange noise, one that is muffled when he presses a napkin under, over, and across your lips.
It burns when the sweat of his fingertips caress against your jaw. It disgusting when your skin blends with his.
It hurts.
"I didn't trick you. It just felt nice to have someone... uh, how should I put it?" You try to pull away, but his fingers don't let you go, looking at him when the blue of his eyes flicker against his glasses.
"I wanted to show off." He swipes a firm press against your nose before his grasp loosens, laughing as you get up from your seat. "You know, I'm rich. Super-"
"Then pay the bill." You grab your phone, slinging each bag right back onto your arms. "I'm leaving."
"I already did." He gets up to follow you. You turn away.
"Thanks."
You can't even look at him, biting the flesh of your mouth as you make your exit.
Huh. Strange.
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Happy Saturday lovely fandom. We’ve reached the seminal episode of their secret dating period. This ep doesn’t need much of an intro. Just lots of goodies and an ending that still makes me blush... I fit everything I could gif wise ha Let’s get started.
5x12 Death Notice
We start off with Lucy and Tamara and I’m so glad we do. This scene is perfection. Tamara is testing the waters with her. Saying she was surprised Lucy was here....I have a feeling Lucy been out a ton since she started dating Tim. Love this. Tamara giving her crap saying she stayed up till 1am and she wasn’t here. Lucy trying to brush it off saying they must missed each other that’s all. That trivia ran late for her. Tamara can’t do it anymore. Calling her pseudo mom’s bluff. Straight up telling her she saw Tim drop her off. HA I wonder what she saw? Must’ve seen her kiss him good night.
Which makes me all giddy inside. Lucy gets so excited and drops her bag. Exclaiming 'Thank god.' Telling her she’s so sick of cover stories. Tamara asking why they’re being so secretive? Lucy explaining they’re figuring things out. I love Tamara being a facilitator for them. Saying she can do whatever they need for alone time. Lucy tells her they’re not sleeping together. It’s the way the music stops in this scene that kills me after she says this. Tamara is then the fandom and says ‘Why not?’ Lucy tells her they’re taking it slow. They want to do this right.
Tamara follow ups are perfect. Asking her if she’s not sure how she feels? Lucy saying she knows exactly how she feels. ‘The most amazing relationship she’s been in since ever. ’my heart. Tamara’s questions her again and says ‘ So....You’re waiting why?’ Haha Tamara is out here trying to get Lucy laid LOL I love it sfm. I think Lucy knew once they started they wouldn’t stop. Kinda like the Pringles slogan. ‘Once you pop you can’t stop.’ Heh Once they started she knew they wouldn’t be stopping...
Lucy finds Tim immediately at work after her convo with Tamara. Gah these two could not be more obvious in their stupid happy smiles. Sure no one has seen Tim smile like he does with her. What happens when you're properly loved. I love the way Lucy gravitates towards him when she finds him. How he instantly gets as close to her as possible. Nary an inch between them. Smooth you two. They are radiating sunshine and happiness and they haven’t even slept together yet. That’s how well it’s going for them and I’m dying with glee.
I could write an entire essay on how much I love the secret handholding/touching portion of this scene. It was a must to get a really good gif of this. Lucy’s finger touching him as they walk. Because she can’t help herself. Has to be in constant contact with him. Moth to flame. Tim returning the favor with tapping his fingers on her thigh. The most telling smile on his face as he does this. Such small gesture between them is sending into a squee spiral haha
Tim feeling cheeky as he taps on her thigh. Not only taps it but does it TWICE. He did it twice everyone. It was double tap. One wasn't enough for him. *squee* The man loves her thighs and we love him for it. Saw a post said ‘When you’re at work and wanna hold hands. But you’re at work.’ Ha These sneaky little touches sent me into a damn tizzy. We're two minutes into this episode and they're already killing me. Lucy tells him 'Tonight is the night.' Clearly her talk with Tamara bearing some good fruit for Tim LOL She is ready to go after that convo.
Tim tries to contain his excitement when she tells him it’s go time. Asking her his place or hers? Jealous dog or nosy roommate? ha. This brings up Tamara and her knowing about them. Tim isn’t mad so much as shocked she told her. Lucy having the best reply. ‘She has eyes.’ LMFAO So does everyone else in their world….The world worst kept secret these two my god. I mean it's not like you guys are all that subtle my love. Lucy cheers him up saying she’ll be at a friends tonight though….Tim perking right back up. Looking at the smile on that man above. He is very excited about tonight being the night.
Grey interrupts the heart eye nation they have going on. They jump a little ha Forgetting they're at friggin work. They were being all happy and cute as Grey walks up. The man knew already but seeing them like this? All flirty, smiley and happy. It was all the confirmation he needed. He asks them to ride together today. Aaron is going to be with Harper. This time not a peep out of them unlike in 5x08. Another telling sign tbh… Lucy mentions this is going to be awkward.
Tim being Tim saying it’s fine. They’ve done this hundreds of times together. It’s not big deal. Lucy tells him yes but never as a couple though. Tim once again not seeing the problem she so obviously sees. Saying on the streets they won’t be. Ok babe… You weren’t great about hiding your feelings when you weren't together. But sure not that you’re together that wouldn't be amplified at all... I love Lucy opening the door for him. Then teasing him in the most flirtatious way. Asking if he won’t be thinking about tonight at all?
A night I’m sure he’s thought about a million times since they got together. (If not a little bit before too) Being flirty right back saying ‘Not at all..’ idk what I love more Lucy checking out his fine ass Or Tim saying thank you to her opening the door. Ok well obviously it’s Lucy blatantly checking him out. Shooting back ‘ Me neither.’ Ha sure... Not that I blame her. I mean my god look at him. Tight jeans a a henley? You check him out Lucy. Mmm. Although I do love him saying 'Thank you' for her opening the door it's adorable LOL It’s a close second. Heh
We join them getting their shop ready for the day. Lucy saying she could fein food poisoning. Tim seems offended by this idea. Saying she would do that just to get out riding with him? Lucy says yeah with no regrets. Ha Wanting to avoid the weirdness of them having to ride together Tim telling her she’s overthinking this. Then says the most hysterical lie of all.
‘We leave our personal life at the door. Just like always.’ Uh when has that ever happened Timothy? Some of your most intimate and bonding moments have happened in your shop and on patrol but ok. I love Lucy calling herself his Girlfriend. be still my heart. Just out in the open like that. Tim isn't contesting this fact one bit either.
Never be over how ready she is with Tim for everything. Her commitment issues flew out the window when they got together. Makes my heart so happy it might implode. Couldn’t stand the idea with Chris after months. Few weeks with Tim and she’s all about labeling herself as his Girlfriend. Eeeeee. Tim simply says ‘Yeah.’ To her statement though. Trying not to seem phased. Oh my boy.
The absolute sass in this scene from her is glorious. Trying so hard to prove her point and Tim isn’t listening to her. Lucy does the cutest little dance with her duty belt. Seeing if he’ll notice the mistake she purposely made. He doesn’t…Sharp hard ass Tim Has left the building. Super in love puppy Tim has taken the wheel. Tim is floored she did this on purpose.
Telling her she doesn’t do Tim Tests. He does them. Lucy is on her game today and doesn’t let that hold her back. Saying it’s not a Tim Test. It’s a 'Lucy Lesson' hehe. I adore her touching his arm and saying he’s taking it easy on her. I mean he is….He just doesn’t want to see it. Doesn’t want to admit something has shifted between them. Lucy points out their dynamic has changed and they’re not even on the street yet.
I love her being so damn cheeky with him. Tim is getting antsy af tells her to just get in the car. Done with this convo now. Lucy with her sassy fully sharpened says ‘It’s a shop.’ Taking us all the back to the Pilot. Where that Tim would be appalled at this one LMFAO. The look he gives her I’m dying. Remember when one look used to send her into a tailspin? Now she owns this man in front of her. LOL Tim is so done with her antics and yet impressed with her sass at same time. No words left just points for her to get in car. heh
I love them coming back from getting coffee together. Mini date on the job. Lucy is all about the touching today. I'm here for it. Touching his arm to get him to stop. Lucy asks if he’s noticed? Tim says of course he noticed. She’s carrying her coffee in her gun hand. Forgetting all about the time he destroyed her in 2x19 over the same thing. Oh my Timothy so blinded by love my dear.
Telling her these ‘Lucy Lessons’ are pointless. Oh but they’re not and you’ll find out the hard way later… Lucy is shocked he doesn’t see how he’s treating her differently. Tim trying to pass it off as her not being a rookie anymore. She can do whatever she wants now. Mmmhmmm… Then the biggest lie of all comes out his beautiful mouth. Saying he would give Aaron the same leeway. This isn't about them.
Lying liar. It’s so cute though he’s just so in love with her and refuses to see reason about this. Just happy to get to spend a work day with his girl. Also this has been the case for years now. It’s just massively amplified cause he’s in love with her now. Lucy never has nor will she ever be just another cop to him. I adore Lucy’s ‘Mm…’ Knowing he’s full of actual crap here. Hehe
Tim and Lucy are citing our their arrest together. The guy looks through his bag and says his earrings are missing. Asking if Lucy took them? We watch Tim get defensive and looks like he wants to deck the guy. Lucy tells him she didn’t take them. Tim steps in and says they’ll call him when they find them. Basically being like back off my girl right now.
Lucy playing Tim like an absolute fiddle in this moment. Saying she didn’t take them. Tim knowing this and telling her as such. Saying these things happen. Tim ‘Rules matter’ Bradford saying 'These things happen.' Lucy not letting him give her a pass. Saying they don't happen to her. Then bringing it back to them. Telling him she’s been so focused on them and tonight. Wondering did she screw up? Tim looking as lost for words as I’ve ever seen him.
Tim is frantically checking their shop for the earrings. The man is in an absolute panic about this. Lucy is watching him as he desperately searches for these bloody earrings. Lucy tells them they’ve checked everywhere at this point. Tim refusing to give up on finding them. Lucy saying he needs to report this now. Tim won’t do it. Telling her they’re not there yet… Lucy asks how long he has?
He explains it’s up to his discretion on these things. If they find them no need for paperwork. Lucy reminds him if they don’t he will have to report her to IA. He looks gutted at the thought of that. Won’t even entertain the thought. Instead says they can see if janitorial swept them up. Oh Timothy a man of principles and contradictions for those he loves. 2x01 Tim would floored by his actions. Trying to leave info out of a report for her. Which I just love tbh.
Lucy comes home looks exhausted and slightly defeated. Tamara is in a panic and says she is almost out of there. Lucy tells her not to worry they canceled their date…Saying today revealed all the issues with dating your boss. Tamara asks if they’re gonna break up? Lucy is SO firm In her reply. Telling her 'No they’ll figure it out.' instantly. Tamara can’t help herself and asks how? Lucy isn't too sure yet. All she is sure of is they're not breaking up. That's a non starter.
Tim shows up at their door. Tamara answers and tells Lucy her 'Boyfriend is here.' hehe Tim’s face is hilarious. He's so cute hands in his pockets as he waits to be let in. Tamara smugly telling him she figured it out. Wanting Tim to be a little proud of her. He is and tells her 'He has no doubt.' when she says she would be a good detective. Lucy appears and says she thought they canceled? That is the face of a man who didn’t think they did. LOL So sassy when he says ‘Uh we didn’t.’ ha
I love the hug she greets him with. My damn heart. He fully expected to be spending time with his girl tonight. Sex or not. When they pull away Tamara is just awkwardly standing there smiling at them. Kinda like us as the fandom when we watch them have scenes haha I think she wants to hear the tea between them. Then quickly realizes they want some alone time and ducks off to her room. Oh Tamara I love you. I think she's just really excited for Lucy. Knowing this one is the real deal.
Tim tries to come up with a new excuse why they couldn’t find the earrings. Saying maybe they thought it was for a female officer. That they put them in the locker room. Lucy shoots that down instantly. Saying she already checked. That he HAS to report this now. Tim looks so damn defeated when he agrees with her. Knowing she isn’t wrong. Lucy noting that if it had been Aaron he would’ve done it already. Tim sighs deeply replying he knows. But it’s not Aaron. 'It’s YOU.' Gah getting me right in the feels Timothy. Two words meaning so very much.
Tim has it so bad for her he was completely blind to favoring her. To treating her differently. She’s the exception always has been always will be. But more so now. I love how transparent he is in this moment. Telling her exactly what’s happened. Because he gets to now. He doesn’t have to hide the fact that he cares about her anymore. Makes my heart happy. Lucy follows it up with ‘You can’t be objective when it comes to me right?’ Tim just sadly shakes his head no. I love her ‘Mm-hmm.’ Like there we go my love. You're getting it.
Then she brings it home saying 'Thus endeth the Lucy lesson.' The student has become the master ha I remember being absolutely floored by her. In awe really. What a brilliant way to bring her point home. Tim too is floored by this. Lucy is feeling pretty damn proud of herself. I love her putting her chin on her fist. Staring at him with heart eyes. So confident. Tim telling her it was impressive but evil. Lucy says she knows but he wasn’t facing the problem. Tim looking defeated again saying 'Well now he is. So what do they do?'
This next scene just shows why Lucy is his person. They say the only have two options. Break up or one of them leaves Mid-Wilshire. I love how Lucy doesn’t even contemplate a breakup. That's not on table. Just says it should be her. Tim fighting her on it saying no she she loves it here. Lucy REFUSES to let him take a demotion for her. Tim tries to fight her but she won’t let him. Flat out won’t have it. Of course she did her research on this for them.
Checking see if there another version of his job in the division. I just love them having this conversation together. So opposite of what he had with Ashley. Lucy is including him in her future. Even if that means she has to leave. If that's what they need then that’s what going to happen. Especially if she gets to keep their relationship. Gah I love this scene so much.
What a huge upgrade for Tim. To have someone willing to sacrifice for him. Not something he’s ever had or been used to. She was willing to take a leap elsewhere just for him. He’s finally in a relationship with someone who is gonna fight for him and them as a couple. Put him first. Which he also has never had. I love it so much. It's making me emotional. My damn heart. This episode it’s a friggin dream to watch.
They return to the station and Tim tells her good job today. Just handing out compliments. I adore it. She has more than earned it. Lucy reciprocates. I love her pulling the lint off his uniform. Such a wifey move honestly. It truly is such an intimate thing to do. There’s that great line from New girl from Cece. ‘Picking lint of a man’s sleeve is the most intimate gesture.’ It’s perfection. Lucy legitimately can’t keep her hands off him in this episode.
I love how Tim looks down where she’s touched him. *heart clutch* It’s the little things that get me so much. Tim makes a joke they’re not partners on the job. Her sweet little shove and his in love smile. These two gonna be the death of me in the best way. It's killing her that they won’t be seeing each other every day. They're breaking up their professional relationship for their personal one to thrive. Tim agrees and doesn't like the idea either. Says that’s even if their shifts sync up.
Lucy seems so damn saddened by this idea. She didn’t even think of that…Saying 'By doing the right thing they’re gonna see less of each other?' Tim replying probably yeah… I adore Lucy’s little whine ‘No…’ She sighs and says she will put her transfer paperwork in tomorrow. Even despite that she's still willing to do this. Tim looks devastated by how sad she is. Won’t even let her takes the kit bags. The sweet smile she gives him. Knowing exactly what this gesture means. (Wish could've fit this part in.) How far we’ve come everyone how far we’ve come.
Tim comes to see Grey. Says he needs to talk to him bout something he’s been hiding from him. Tim lets Grey know he and Lucy have been dating for a few weeks. Wade sighs and says he suspected as much. I mean we all knew the man knew. He wasn’t going to say anything until Tim was ready to. I love that. Tim letting him know they needed time to figure out their feelings. Grey assuming it’s serious then since they're having this convo. I love the zero hesitation from Tim in reply to this.
That man couldn’t be more all in if he tried. Telling Wade with serious conviction 'It is.' This woman is it for him. His endgame and he will do whatever it takes to be with her. One of my fav Chenford scenes without Lucy even being present. It’s just shows how serious Tim is about her. About them. I’m getting emotional writing this up. He so deserves a partner like her. He saw the sacrifices she was going to make for him. For them. Never had that in his life in a relationship.
So instead of letting her take the bullet for him. He dives in front of her and takes it himself. Knowing she would’ve done it for him. But he would rather be the one to take the hit for her. Gah it’s so romantic. Asking for a position at the station he doesn’t care what. She is so worth any position in his mind. Grey telling him it’s not great. Tim doesn’t care as long as it keeps him with her. He will take it. Doesn't matter what it is.
We switch to Lucy making a romantic dinner for Tim. Love this btw. Lucy is talking about which division she wants to move to. Tim tells her it’s not necessary. That he talked to Grey and she’s looking at the new 'Court Liaison Sergeant.' Lucy stops dead in her tracks stumbling on her words. Almost stunned into silence. Replying 'That’s a desk job…' Tim is beaming. 'Yeah out of your chain of command.' He is so proud of himself for this solution. So happy and willing to take a desk job for her.
Man is so in love with her. This decision is so significant on so many levels. Lucy even though immensely grateful for this solution pushes against it. Telling him he will bored out of his mind. Tim is on it though. Saying doesn’t matter to him. His objective was to stay close to her. He achieved that. Not only that but for her not to sacrifice her career for him in the process. A desk job is nothing compared to getting to be with her at work.
Gah so damn romantic. Look at our boy. Tim explaining they’ll get to see each other every day this way. Also she won’t have to travel to some far away station. Be treated like a rookie. Have to do midnight shifts because of it. He couldn't stand that fate for her. He loved her for wanting to do it for him. That was the key factor here. That she was willing to do that for him. She put him first. Meant everything.
Lucy is in awe of this man right now. That OTP line of 'Some things matter more.' Resonates so much in this season. This is also hitting on another from 5x08. Letting Lucy know without a doubt she is worth the effort for him. This man who wouldn’t leave patrol for anyone, wouldn’t uproot for Rachel to NY or walk away from being a cop for Ashley. Lucy once again being the exception. For her he would do all those things listed above and more. Hell he just did.
He walked away from patrol. Something he’s said for years he would never leave. Loved it too much. Then he fell in love with Lucy Chen and all that changed for him. His perspective shifted and she became far more important than anything else in his world. Because she became his world. This is so beautifully romantic I can’t stand it. Lucy wants to fight him some more but Tim cuts her off. Telling her it’s a done deal. There is no use in arguing about it. He’s so sure of his decision. So happy to take this bullet for them. it’s so sexy if you ask me.
It’s then the tone shifts. Lucy goes from argumentative to turned on let’s be honest. This man just sacrificed a career he absolutely loves just to stay near her. So they could see each other every day at work. She is very seductive as she leans in for a kiss. Silkily replying 'But we're so good at arguing.' I.e. foreplay for them really. Revving both their engines in this moment.
Gah I love the way she places her hand on his shoulders. Just plants one right on him. She is done talking. Done arguing. Just wants to be with him. I’ll forever love him chasing her lips for a second taste when they kiss. He does that a lot and I really love it. Always wanting more. Chasing the high that is her lips never having enough. Needing that second kiss. The way he raises himself up to full height and gets that second kiss. Replying 'I know.' *phew lord.*
That lovely height difference coming into play above. Tim being much smoother in his lines for this moment than he was in 5x10 with ‘naked time.’ Saying he is hoping they’re good at certain other things as well. Being seductive in his own right. Trying to be sly about sexy times. There was no doubt in ANYONES mind these two were gonna be glorious at it. Not one. I adore her hands moving down his chest as he talks. He is just revving her up in this moment. She can't take her eyes off him.
The way he is looking at her my god. He’s wanted this forever. They both have. But hot damn this man has man has been patient. Lucy following it up with a super smooth line of her own. Asking him if he wants to find out right now? I remember thinking is this real life? It’s the way they’re swaying and Tim’s huge ear to ear smile. Oh my lord. His smile is going to be the actual death of me. Happiness looks really good on you Tim. He is the epitome of love and happiness in this moment. That man is deliriously in love and it’s all over this beautiful face.
Lucy isn’t pulling any punches with her massive heart eyes either. Her eyes zeroing in on his glorious lips. Looking just as happy and in love as Tim. Almost a fiery look to her heart eyes in that first gif. Like she is so very ready to have her way with this man. Eager to break this slow down of their's right now. Gah then the hotness really ensues after this.
I feel like I need ice water and a spicy fic involving this moment after I watch this ahha (I highly recommend this one btw.) Lucy is unbuttoning his shirt as he leans in for a sensual kiss. Needing a head start on getting that man shirtless. It’s the forehead touch and the way that kiss heats up quickly. Also looks at the smiles on these two as he leans into kiss her breathless. *internal screaming* How gently his hand is coming up to cup her face and jaw.
His hands don't make the full journey due to Lucy's eagerness with his shirt. Ripping it off in record time. Never seen a shirt ripped off so quickly. She wasn’t messing around at this point. Her little moan as she rids him of hit. Oh my lord. Tim understood the assignment and came prepped with that shirt. Those snap buttons coming in clutch at this moment. Lucy is so ready to have this man. Years of UST coming to an end in this moment. It’s glorious. Never be over her urgency to get him out of that shirt as soon as she possibly could. I do not blame her. Lucy looking down at her handiwork when he breaks their kiss for a moment to look at him and all his glory.
I welcome shirtless Tim back to our screens. Hello biceps and deliciously toned chest. We missed you. Let's not forget the jawline we could cut glass on. Phew Lord. Also look at how effortlessly he rids himself of his sleeves. Not breaking eye contact whatsoever as he pulls himself free. *fans self* Forever love Lucy checking him out as he sheds himself of his shirt. Finally getting to and not having to hide how attracted she is to this man. Lucy is so very ready to have this beautiful man in her bed. Not hiding checking him out in the least.
Her fingers are just hanging out in front of his jeans with a tight grip. Keeping this man as close to her as possible. Fingers dancing on his insane abs that she can now enjoy and touch. Once Tim is rid of the shirt he is on her like white on rice. Lord have mercy. Encasing her face in his hands and basically devouring her with his lips. hot damn. Lucy is so giddy as he has his way with her. Look at her smile. More than willing to be at his mercy.
I love that he’s so gentle In cradling her jaw but so fiery in his kisses. I had been waiting years for this moment. Actual years ha Rookie day one girl here. Her checking him out and smiling into this hot kiss is one of the best parts. It’s almost like she can’t believe this is finally happening. She too is deliriously happy. Her hands are also encasing him once he rejoins their kiss. Gah it’s the way she has one behind his head drawing him to her. The other running up and down his beautiful back.
Tim is literally kissing the life out of her and Lucy is here for it. She is putty in his hands. Just having his way with her in this sexy make out. It’s the swaying, the touching and how he can’t keeps his hands off her face. Getting as close to her as he can in this moment. Lucy’s hands roaming up and down his back. Eventually landing on his hips. Finding purchase there. Her mission to also not let him get far from her.
Good god this scene is sexy and I love it so damn much. I still can’t believe we got it. Over a year later and this scene still has me in shambles when I watch it. That we got this heavy make out session with him shirtless. Lucy running her hands all over him like she can't get enough. She is very thirsty and he is a giant glass of ice cold water. Getting to see all the scars and such on his back was a nice bonus I have to say. Mmm. Yum.
I adore her giggling as he starts to move them towards her bedroom. She is on cloud 9 and straight up euphoric right now. The high of endorphins she’s feeling in this moment are spilling out. Coming out in excited giggles as Tim takes over. Literally pushing her against a door frame to have his way with her more. lord. Pushes her up against that wall and continues to kiss her passionately. It’s the sexy thud as their collective body weight hits the wall. His hand bracing their impact somewhat. My god.
He is so determined in his movements in this moment. What’s that song 'Wild horses couldn’t drag me away?' Nothing was keeping Tim from her in this moment. Such certainty in how he moves them towards the door frame. Lucy is holding on for dear life to his hips as moves them toward the wall. I’ll never be over his hand cushioning her head. He’s so lost in this moment but makes sure she doesn’t get hurt.
Even in this moment where they’re both lost in this passionate make out he’s her protector. Something so damn soft and adorable about this gesture. Lucy is in no frame of mind to care about her head in this moment. Lost in his lips and touch. Straight smiling to death as Tim Bradford has his way with her. Hands caught up in her hair as he kisses her as if his life depends on it. Definition of passionate embrace. Legit fireworks for them both as they continues this spicy make out.
They take a beat once they’ve reached the door frame. Making out some more against it. Tim has her firmly pressed against it. We can see he has an intense hold on her face as he continues to kiss her breathless. Lucy clinging to him like he’s a damn life raft. Moving one her hands up to the back of his head. While the other stays planted on his hip. Tim deciding it's time to move to her bed and walks them back not breaking their kiss at all. Who needs air right? Sweet lord.
It’s the cute giggles as he basically slams the door with her back. We see her curls pressed up again the door. My god. They’re about to find out how really good they are at this. Amazing her bed survives this honestly LOL I can’t count the number of times rewatched this scene including watching this time around.
Good lord that scene is most romantic and yet the sexiest scene ever at the same time. The entire episode is one beautiful thank you to the fans for waiting. Every moment building on the last till we get to this final moment. A moment where we’re all a puddle of shippy goo haha Oh my lord that was fun to write although nerve wracking considering the enormity of it. Such a damn good ep I cannot. I need some ice water any one else?
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Side notes-non Chenford
Oscar always hilarious. Love when he comes on.
That’s it really hahah my brain gets taken over by Chenford in this one.
Forever thanks to those who read, like, moment and reblog these reviews. Makes all the effort so very worth it. I shall see you all in 5x13
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All credit to @ipetite69 for the idea of this
Author's note: I put on my lana playlist while writing this 🤭 this went on kinda longer than I planned but it's okay. I kind of lost motivation towards the end because i ran out of ideas
Word count: 2521
Rafe was the first one who spotted you when he was at the golf course with Kelce and topper. You honestly were just there for moral support for your friends having no interest in the sport. As your friend walked by you happened to look towards the group of guys only to see Rafe looking back at you. What you didn't know was that Rafe knew you were going to be his.
“Rafe hit the ball man it's your turn”
Rafe turned his head and said yeah yeah going to take his shot. Rafe looked between u and the group kind of trying to make a decision.
He then decided to forget about the game and walked over to your group of friends.
Where are you going man? Yelled topper as he gave Kelce a look of confusion. They stood there to watch where he was headed, becoming more clear as he got closer. As he approached, u sitting on the golf cart playing on ur phone. you looked up as u could hear someone walking closer.
“Hey im rafe, what's ur name?”
Confused, you answered- “my name is y’n.”
“Well y/n it's nice to meet you.” he said as he held his hand out for you to shake.
As you stood up to greet him the height difference became obvious. “Nice to meet you rafe.” You said with a smile on your face.
“you new here because i've never seen you around here before?”
“I've lived here my entire life Really? Are you sure? I would definitely remember if i've seen you around.”
“ Well maybe we don't have the same interest so you wouldn't see me around.”
“Well I'll definitely remember you now. He said with a smirk. You know you should come to this party I'm having later tonight, yeah?”
“A party? I don't know..” you said as you looked over towards your friends to see them looking back at you.
“You can bring your friends if you want, I don't mind.”
One of your friends that was listening in on the conversation joined “who wouldn't miss out on a party at your place?” she said, twirling her hair in her hand. Obviously flirting.
“Hand me your phone.” Keeping his eyes on you.
“What?”
“So I can put my number in and let me know if you come to the party, yeah?”
You looked at your friend before you pulled out your phone to unlock it.
“See u at the party” he said, maintaining eye contact with u before he started to walk away.
“I never said I was going for sure” you yelled out with a smile on ur face.
Walking back, Rafe had a smile on his face also.
“So uh” he began as he scratched the back of his head-
“What was that?” topper said when rafe was in ears reach of hearing him.
“It's okay- also guys night is canceled.”
Before topper and kelce could complain, Rafe said “we're gonna have a party today.”
“I hope you invited them.” said Kelce, nodding his head towards your group.
“You know I did.” rafe said in a matter of fact way.
Later that day u and ur friends were walking towards rafe’s door already hearing the loud music. Know your friends were probably going to leave you alone at the party you decided to text rafe.
-So we decided to come to the party after all, where are you?-
After walking around the party you finally spot rafe- with his hair cut. “Hey! When did you find the time to cut your hair?”
“What?”
“Earlier? At the golf course.”
He laughed. “That's cute.” he pushed your hair out of your face. “I don't go to the golf cou- ohh wait. You have the wrong person. I’m roman.”
“Is this some type of joke or something? Because it isn't funny. Like at all.”
“I'm serious.” He said with a smile. “But here follow me, I'll show you where rafe is.”
He grabbed your hand and led you upstairs. You found yourself in a room. He opened it as a gesture for you to walk inside first. You gave him a look as u walked in scanning the room for rafe.
“Where is he?”
“Wait here, he’ll be up here just wait, alright? Sit on the bed or something.” he said as shut the door behind him.
You took the time to look around the room. As you looked around the room you figured it was a guest room that you were inside, wondering why roman didn’t bring you to rafe’s room to wait for him. After what seemed like hours that went by someone finally walked in. you were looking out the window down at the party that was happening on the ground below. “y/n! You made it!!” While walking up to you so he could lean in for a hug.
It was starting to become clear that he was drunk or on something. “I see you met my brother roman!” he sort of yelled as he slung his arm around your shoulder and brought you closer to roman.
You grabbed his arm to support yourself since it all kinda happened fast. Roman nodded his head to the bedroom door hinting to rafe he wanted to talk somewhere you weren't around.”Here sit down wait here yeah?”
“Oh alright then i'll just wait here.” Rafe and Roman stood tall over you as they both looked at you. Rafe looks at roman with a smirk and moves his hand to run over the top of ur head with a smirk on his face. Roman watching this whole thing going down.
“Cmon” rafe said as he hung his arm over romans shoulder walking out with him shutting the door behind him. Roman turns to rafe giving him a knowing look.
“No”
“Yes”
“No.”
“why not?”
“You always do this Ro. I let you have the last one- but this one is different. There are plenty downstairs for you to choose from”
after spending about 5 mins going back and forth roman says- “wait hold on a second.”
“What?”
“Why don't we share?”
“Share?”
“Yeah share, I didn't say anything else.”
“That's crazy. Why would I want to share someone with my twin brother? That would be weird besides she probably wouldn't like that.”
“How are we supposed to know if we dont ask or something?”
Biting his nail as he stood there to think this through for a minute. Roman places his hands on Rafe's shoulders, “besides what did mom and dad always tell us? If we can't come to an agreement” Roman said. “Then we shared it” rafe joined in.
“it's not like we would be doing that with each other- we would just have her- but at the same time?”
“Yeah like a threesome basically” spitting the words out to hurry and help rafe understand.
“I mean if it's just her and not us doing any of that weird shit with each other i guess it could be alright.
Roman opened the door and looked at rafe to find rafe already looking back at him.
“ Do u wanna-“
“ no it was your idea so u can say it.” He went back to biting his nails.
“Okay then we have a proposition for you.
“What is it?”
Rafe stared intensely at you studying how you would react to what roman was saying.
“Well you see the main problem is we both want you. And I know you don't know us that well since you just moved here.”
You cut him off and say “I didn't just move here. I've lived here literally my whole life.”
Roman pauses. “Really?”
“That's what I said.” Rafe added with a laugh.
“Anyway, back to what I was saying. Basically me and rafe-” he pauses as he sees rafe sat next to you still watching how you would react.
“What was I saying? Oh. but yeah you should know me and rafe grew up being told we always were told if we can't share then we can't have it at all.”
“But here's the problem.” Rafe said, taking over the conversation. “We both want you and we aren't willing to let you go just yet," he said in a hushed voice.
“So now what.” you looked between the two.
“Well what happens next is up to you," he said but when you looked over to where he was standing. he wasn't there anymore. Instead he was on his knee (like he was in s3 with kiera) his hand gently running over your knee.
“How is that up to me?”
“Well princess” rafe chimed in “let us both have you at the same time.”
“What? That would be odd. Plus I don't want rumors or anything like that going around about me.”
Roman says “nothing like that wouldn't happen with us. The worst that could happen is us making you feel 100 times better than anyone else has.”
Roman stands up to sit on the bed on the other side next to you.
“c'mon pretty let us help you.”
He knew he was pushing his limits but he decided to do it anyway, he pressed his lips against your shoulder, you breathed in as u looked at him. you then looked at rafe.
“Wait, you're serious about this?”
“as serious as we can be sweetheart," Roman said, grabbing your hand.
“C'mon let us help you.”
“I mean okay I guess” as u looked down at your hands.
“Hey, keep that pretty head up don't let it fall down" said roman meanwhile rafe had started kissing your neck the moment u agreed.
“Stand up for me real quick so I can take this off of you.” Rafe whispered in your ear.
Rafe worked on unzipping your dress while Roman worked on taking off your heels.
“Here, let's make you more comfortable," Rafe said in a hushed voice.
After roman unzips the dress he helps you keep your balance while you wiggle your way out of it. Roman sucks the spot in between ur neck knowing it will leave a purple bruise by the time they are done with you. You reach back to undo your bra but roman smacks your hand out the way so u retract your hands to rafe’s shoulders. Roman takes it upon himself to take your bra off himself. As soon as roman did that rafe moved closer to the edge of the bed to suck a purple bruise in the middle of your chest. you lean back into roman as he moves to the other side of ur neck.
“Lay down.” Rafe instructed.
you walked to the left side of the bed and crawled to the middle of it. Wait. rafe moved the pillows around to place one under ur head and threw the other one to the side that isn't relevant. After placing the pillow under your head, Rafe leaned down to kiss you. He put his arm on the side of your head so that way he wouldn't put all of his weight on you. Roman got his shirt off then reached for your underwear to pull it off. He didn't waste any time before his lips were on ur thigh, kissing his way up to the place u needed him the most. When he got there you let off a small gasp, causing you to pull away from Rafe only for you to pull him back down,keeping your hand at the back of his hair- deepening the kiss. Roman circles his tongue around ur clit and adds one finger to see how wet u were. He pulls back to sit on his knees. and stares at you for a minute. He then looks over towards rafe i think she likes having us both u think/ rafe also pulls away. You looked down to where roman was sitting and before you can look back to rafe you feel yourself being dragged to the middle of the bed then flipped onto all 4’s. You looked up and roman was there in front of you.
Roman unzips his pants “here this should give you something to do” as his hand rested on top of ur head gently guiding you to where his other hand was.
“I don't understand why you're so sweet to her; open up.” Rafe said as he reached over you and pushed your head to where Roman wanted you.
you stuck out your tongue to lick upwards on his cock. Going down as far as you can when you reach his tip. Roman gathers ur hair into a quick, messy ponytail, making you set the paste he wanted. Rafe drags a hand across your ass then slapping it; squeezing it with both of his hands. Sometime when you hadn't noticed; rafe took off his clothes, but you did notice when you felt him at your entrance. He slowly pushed inside of you, leaning his head back with a low groan as he did so. He moved out to push slowly in again. Testing to see how you would react. You took your mouth off of roman and rested your head down still moving roman in ur hand.
“Hey hey keep ur head up” roman said as he lifted your head back up moving the hair from yourself back behind your ear then tapping the side of ur cheek lightly; letting you know to continue.
You slowly move your hand up and down his cock and circle your thumb around his head. He softly groans as he grabs your hand to bring you to finish him off. Roman was getting closer and closer. You can tell since he started to fuck himself into ur mouth. his thrust became sloppier the closer he got.
You were close and Rafe could feel it. He moved his hand to the clit and rubbed right circles so y’all would finish around the same time.
“Fuck” Roman said with his voice strung out as he held your head, not pulling out of your mouth yet. as he reached his peak. After a moment he pulled out of you then you and rafe finished just a moment after.
When Rafe finished he leaned his head on your back while you both collected your breath. Roman buckled his pants back up. He grabbed you by the cheeks and kissed you. He put his number in your phone then set it on the dresser before he walked out.
Rafe pulled out and started to get dressed.
“We should do this again but you know probably just us," he said with a smile. You were at a loss of words as you looked for the clothes the pair threw around the room.
What have you gotten yourself into you thought to yourself as rafe walked out.
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fwb!Levi but ur kinda an influencer or just have a big following on social media and everyone knows something I going on between u because you’ve been pictured together multiple times and seen going to his games a lot. You’re on live with him in you’re room just talking and getting ready to go out and messing around and you two start play fighting and he just so easily picks u up and throws u onto the bed without a thought. You just sit up and give him ~the look~ and say “turn the camera off Levi” LMFAOO and everyone online is going mad because they know what’s going down the moment he ends the live.
everyone just assumes ur dating and tbh u might as well be bc even tho youse claim to just bc friends w benefits it’s sooo obvious u have feelings for each other and even fans can tell that. so ur just doing this livestream while ur getting ready to go out and ofc levi’s there and at first he stays out of the way bc u don’t want even more rumours circulating but then he starts talking to u bc he’s bored and the comments r going insane bc they obviously know it’s him and he’s teasing u abt how long ur taking and everything but then he says something abt how ur dress looks fit tho so he’ll let u off and ur rolling ur eyes trying to hide a smile and he can’t see it but the livestream can so they’re going even more insane bc that’s so adorable ? but then he throws a pillow at u and complains again abt u taking to long and he’s stood up now and come up behind u so now he’s fully in the frame. and u just whack him w the pillow and he’s having none of that so he does this little disappointed tut before u start this little play fight but then he’s picking u up and throwing u down onto the bed bc it’s the only way he can get u to stop jabbing him. but that just gets u all hot and bothered bc he’s so strong and he looks so good so now ur giving him the eyes and he knows ur giving him the eyes so he’s smirking all “u want me to end this now?” and ur telling him yes and his smirk is soooo full and soooo cocky when be lifts the phone to end the love and they get a full view of how pleased he looks. and now everyone is going wild talking abt how it’s obvious u two were gna fuck but that’s a consequence for later
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Rather be, rather be
Warnings: not proofread, angst, swearing, may contain dark subjects, proceed at your own risk. Body dismorphia?? Sh and more. Manga spoilers
Info: micheal kaiser x reader angst.(Platonic) This will be separated in multiple smaller parts and also the german used is from google translate so german people pls don't attack me. Yea that's pretty much it..
Part 2
You walked in blue lock after the two week break, spotting multiple familiar faces. Some from the U-20 team, but most from blue lock, you had a small backpack with you hanging off one of your shoulder. You spotted Isagi, walking towards him "hey" you said and turned to you with a smile. "Hi y/n!" He said, you both hadn't seen eachother during the break and you were inseparable during the blue lock 6 month program. You gave him a friendly hug which he returned, you were about to start a conversation but Ego interrupted you, he appeared in front of everyone, still the same as ever. He started his speech, still that creepy smirk attached to his face. You weren't very focused but he gave you ninety minutes to choose between 5 different teams from different countries. You looked down at your phone, looking at the five flags on your screen. You looked at isagi, he seemed to be hesitant, he talked with others. For you, the choice was obvious, aim to be around the bests, pressing the german flag on your screen. "You already chose y/n ?" Isagi asked, curious, you nodded" for me, the choice is obvious" and, i wanna catch up to you, isagi, you aren't leaving me behind. A smirk tugged on both you and isagi faces "try to keep up" he said, accepting your challenge. There was still time, so you decided to go around and greet some people and especially go see rin. You easily found him, when you put your hand on his shoulder, he looked back, the cold glare softening a bit. He turned to face you, waiting for you to state what you wanted. "Hey! How are you, Rin?" You asked "fine" he said, not bothering to ask you back, you had a disappointed look "wow, i'm doing great too, thanks" he didn't say anything" what team did you choose ?" Rin staged silent before opening his mouth "PxG" you raised your eyebrows "guess i'll have to improve if i wanna beat you, huh?" He hummed at your statement "you can try to keep up but i doubt you will" he said coldly before walking away. You sighted and walked back towards Isagi, hands in your pockets, looking at him and the people he was standing next to. You recognized them, but Rin, isagi and bachira were the only you actually talked to, so you didn't really care. A loud sound was heard thorough the room as the timer had ended, you saw who isagi chose and walked with him. He walked in first and you followed behind, the german team stood there, eyeing you all down. Well let's say a few pair of eyes eyed you down a little more.
The discussion were kept short before a small door opened revealing the last person you expected to be here. Kunigami rensuke, you looked at him nervously while he stared back, let's just say you only got along after the teams part. You looked away at the german team and another one of these big ass door opened. You judged them real hard as an obstacle course appeared before you and everyone ran towards it. You got out your earphones, plugging some music before, stretching, isagi looked back for a second but you kinda...flipped him off. You started walking before running, you were pretty fit. You actually managed to catch up, making it pass a few blue lockers although your late departure. After arriving at the top, you dribbled around the cones, shooting at the middle target, a loud bang echoing through the room when it did. There was a little dint in the wall 'fucking shit' you thought to yourself. You just got out the way and waited for isagi who made it up, dribbling around the cones and shooting aswell at the target. Although, his shot got interrupted by another ball, since you had watched your eyes followed the previous ball trajectory to one of the bastard munchen member. You stood next to Isagi while the german player walked towards both of you, you handed isagi one of your earphone, which he gladly took. The man had blond hair with blue shades, he was fairly tall with quite a charming appearance. You looked him up and down. He and his german friend you supposed, were talking but honestly you didn't want to understand shit and decided not to give one either. "The fuck with his bangs ?" You said to isagi and snickered, "freshen them up at least, geez" the friend the dude had handed you guys some kind of earpiece, you took out your earphones "my music...." You said pouting a bit, isagi handed you your earphone and you placed them in your bag. Putting the earpiece on and suddenly the blond guy started speaking. "Better ?" He questioned with a smirk "i already wanna take these off" he chuckled "i could understand you all along, maybe you got lost along the way, pretty girl?" You raised an eyebrow "i know i'm so pretty, unlike you" isagi started laughing "s-stop insulting him i'm already laughing too much!" You giggled and the other dude with purple kind of hair eye twitched. You looked straight in his eyes "that one kinda cute, looks fun to play with" his sarcastic expression disappeared, replaced with a blush "c-cute?" "Was, wirst du schüchtern, Süße?" ( This google translate ok please pardon me also it was : what, getting shy cutie ? ) you said directly in german, surprising them both, his face flushed even more, you smirked at him " Ich denke, mit dir, Süße, werde ich es genießen" ( i think with you around cutie, i'll enjoy myself) you looked at the blond guy " maybe you can have your own use aswell, i prefer the cute ones though" you winked at the purple haired guy " N-ness alexis" he said turning his head away, you smirked" i'll stick with cutie, mkay ?" Not like he had a choice. Finally the master of the team arrived, everyone gathered around him, he explained everything and all the boring stuff. You winked at Ness and kaiser while he kind of struggled to pronounce your name and he looked up at you " just y/n" you said with a half fake, half genuine smile. He nodded and went along the list....
Part.2 coming up soon ( hopefully)
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Hi BPP hope you are doing great. I’m a jikooker but there’s something that’s been bothering me a little bit and i would like to get ur opinion on it. So after Jimin posted that photo of himself and Jk, i saw some people making comments about Jk’s body language and how he kept his elbow out to keep a distance between him and Jimin. I’ve also seen other instances on original content when Jk’s body language with Jimin was kinda off or negative and the barely looked relaxed around him. When u see him with literally anyone else, he looks really relaxed and does not mind sitting really close to them but with Jimin it looks like sometimes Jk wants to intentionally keep a distance. Now I don’t even for one second believe the nonsense tkkrs and antis spew about Jk hating Jimin. Anybody with eyes can see how much Jk cares for and loves Jimin. So why do you think his body language is like that? And is this something you’ve noticed too? I would really like to hear what you think.
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Rant incoming.
Hi Anon,
I'm going to make an example of your ask to show something I keep repeating from time to time, which is that the majority of the problems, 'discourse', and source of angst in k-pop spaces, is manufactured by k-pop stans themselves and has almost nothing to do with reality or the members.
One of the biggest tells that something is fan-manufactured BS, is if the narrative is riddled with contradictions, because cognitive dissonance can only take one so far.
For reference, to be sure the whole class is all on the same page, here's the picture Anon is referring to:
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Anon, let's pick apart your ask a little bit.
"So after Jimin posted that photo of himself and Jk, i saw some people making comments about Jk’s body language and how he kept his elbow out to keep a distance between him and Jimin."
Let's first talk about why you're listening to anybody trying to read body language from one still picture showing two Busan Bros and their backs.
The person most able and likely to fully read Jungkook's body language in this scenario, is Jimin. You know, the person who was beside Jungkook, actually with him in person, when the picture was taken. Not some random internet stranger sitting on their sofa looking at a still, pixelated image of jikook's backs.
Following that logic, if Jungkook was in any way uncomfortable with Jimin or wanted to get away from him in this instance, you'd have to first assume Jimin is inconsiderate, oblivious of Jungkook's feelings, or being something of a troll to JK, to then assume he'd go ahead and force JK to take this picture and then post it (assumed by some people to show JK was uncomfortable with Jimin in this case) on Jungkook's birthday.
Which is the end goal of that narrative. It takes an innocuous picture, and forces an end conclusion by first introducing a harmful assumption but one necessary to reach the end conclusion, in this case that assumption is of Jimin's character. So that's how a picture of Jungkook having his hands clasped in front him and likely holding something, which is obvious from the picture and which easily explains his posture, and shows JK actually leaning into Jimin - an obvious contradiction to the end-claim, then becomes fodder for the narrative of 'JK's body language around Jimin is "kinda off or negative and the barely looked relaxed around him."'
Like, that's a whole bunch of words pulled from the ether that have no bearing or relationship to the actual picture we're all looking at. All of those words came from the imagination of someone else who has nothing to do with jikook, and now I'm sitting here in my hotel room having to explain why it's bullshit.
Actually I didn't have to answer this, normally I'd delete it, but you started off your ask nicely and it's a good one to pick apart.
Because it shows the thing that really gets me about the kind of theories that drive discourse in BTS fan spaces. It's that every time, there's far more accessible and simpler explanations to explain what you're seeing, than anything you get from antis, shippers, rival shippers, akgaes, mantis - the usual suspects for this disease of a hyper-active imagination that for some reason always follows the plotline of a Fernando Gaitán telenovela. It's almost like the members are not treated as real people, but as fodder for drama and sensationalist conspiracy theories for that fan's entertainment, self-fulfillment and actualization.
It's what makes fandom such a self-sustaining system. It's that even when there are no problems or drama, you can count on some fan somewhere who will eagerly create them out of thin air, just to get a reaction from other fans who perhaps subconsciously have the primary motivations of the initial fan: treating the members first and foremost as a means to explore unresolved anxieties, insecurities, and boredom.
Now, this doesn't mean that Jungkook can never be uncomfortable around Jimin or want to keep his distance. We know it's possible because Jungkook is a person, and it's human to sometimes want your own space or to want to not always be in physical proximity with people around you, and that this can happen for a whole bunch of reasons. But what you sent me Anon, is an ask that's about a theory where the source of the theory itself (the picture), contradicts the end-claim of the theory, just to feed an underlying fan narrative that's often found in spaces that don't treat either Jimin or Jungkook as real people. The picture doesn't actually show Jungkook pulling away from Jimin. It shows Jungkook with his hands clasped in front of him, leaning into Jimin so Jimin's arm can get around his shoulder, Jimin standing with an upright posture, and both Jimin and Jungkook looking in the same direction.
The only thing possible to infer from this picture, is that jikook are jikooking.
It's possible this is a reality that makes some people so uncomfortable they'd look for any explanation to take away from that fact, including believing theories that are inherently self-contradictory, but there's no reason you need to play along with that BS. It wastes everybody's time and does nothing but dumb down the conversation in fan spaces.
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