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remote learning (m)
summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two.
pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader
genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted]
w/c; 5.7k
a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae / @eerieedits for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok
part 2: distance learning
drabbles; 01
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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room.
“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides.
“For fuck’s sake—”
You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals.
The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you.
When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure.
Speaking of pleasure.
Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm.
Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely.
Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning.
[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch!
[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻♀️💁🏻♀️💁🏻♀️
[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6
[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u
Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook.
You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor.
Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat.
The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.)
The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest.
So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back.
Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour.
“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!”
This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately.
No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed.
The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone.
You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.
You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.
“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.”
With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out.
You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging.
“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!”
Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud.
“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.”
“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment.
“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you.
You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.”
When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.”
Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy.
“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision.
You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.”
“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily.
The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response.
The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner.
“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura.
“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.”
As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide.
“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.”
“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.”
Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour.
You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed.
When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.
“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—”
“You’re deflecting.”
Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.”
“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.”
“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.
“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?”
The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.
Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.
You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely.
When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand.
Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.
“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—”
“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.”
“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.”
“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?”
Fuck.
It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties.
“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?”
“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”
“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.”
You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand.
A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.”
You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.”
He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.”
What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex.
You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles.
“I want to hear you say it, doll.”
Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.”
His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.”
In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest.
“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app.
“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt.
Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?”
“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness.
“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.”
“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?”
You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait?
It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about?
You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices.
Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch.
[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time
[3:01] Jeon: put it in
Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go.
[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call
Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on.
Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—”
“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice.
Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech.
“Doll, are you hard of hearing?”
“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.”
“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?”
“Very wet.”
“Little more detail.”
“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.”
A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake.
“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.”
It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says.
“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual.
“What?”
“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.”
He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.”
You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices.
It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch.
“It’s in,” you reply softly.
“Good.”
You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable!
“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer.
It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm.
“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line.
“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?”
And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here.
“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?”
“Y-you,” you mumble shyly.
“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”
What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting.
Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…”
“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!”
Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.
“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.”
Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips.
“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”
“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?”
Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.”
Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.”
Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking.
“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?”
“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.”
“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”
You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.
“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”
“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?”
“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!”
“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?”
Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—”
You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you.
“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice.
“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass.
“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.”
Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking.
You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours.
You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of.
The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.
“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.”
“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot.
Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.
“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator.
“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—”
“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.
You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.”
That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?”
The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.”
“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.”
His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later.
His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval.
You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts.
“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.
“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.”
You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply.
Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.
“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.”
And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent.
He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out.
“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.”
“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!”
You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you.
You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands.
“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?”
“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.”
“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.
“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.”
“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.”
“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication.
It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.”
His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.”
It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery.
“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest.
“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.”
You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated.
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Prompt idea: Lingerie with Frankie Morales but make it cute/funny? Picture this, you've got all of the fancy bits you've never worn before and you're struggling with the fiddly latches, crying out, "I can't get this shit on!" You finally figure it out, show it off to Frankie and he loves it. But he likes sex best when there's nothing between the two of you, so he works on unwrapping you. You notice his lips stop moving on you for a few seconds before he whines, "I can't get this shit off!"
Tangled Up (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!Reader)
Summary: ^^
W/C: 3K
Warnings: uh this is filth. SMUT 18+, oral sex (f receiving), lingerie, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), Frankie has no patience and is rlly strong
A/N: this speaks to me, anon. I love this. I hope you do too!
Frankie already thinks you’re the most beautiful thing on the face of this planet. Every little thing you do is amazing to him, the way you call his name, the way you bat your lashes at him when you really want something.
He’s absolutely obsessed with your body; he’s told you that and demonstrated time after time that he thinks you’re the goddamn prettiest thing he’s ever seen, that your body is absolutely perfect in its uniqueness.
Naturally, Frankie has his favorite pieces of clothing on you, the way they cling to or flow off of your wonderful form. Frankie is a big believer that the body is the soul, and he’s absolutely in love with yours. Anything to accentuate your soft skin, with colors that stand out against the tone of it, drives Frankie absolutely wild.
Lingerie is his favorite. It surprised you at first. Frankie is a patient man, slow and soft when he wants to be, prioritizing you over himself in everything he does but especially in the bedroom. Something like that feels self-indulgent to him, like it’s his one weakness, you looking like that just for him. Then he gets to unwrap you like the best fucking present he’s ever received- yeah, Frankie is really into lingerie on you.
He’s gifted it to you, gone shopping with you to buy it, but his favorite thing is being surprised. The element of shock and sensuality when he’s confronted with the most beautiful body wrapped in such perfect garments is his favorite sensation, next to digging his fingers into your hips and pulling your body against his to kiss you.
You know how much he loves it, and that motivates you to do it somewhat often. The problem is that lingerie is expensive. You usually find yourself repeating outfits for Frankie to rapidly strip from your body, which he clearly doesn’t care about. You look sexy, and he loves it. But you love the surprise, the shock and admiration as he has to run those tough and strong hands over the lace.
Frankie particularly loves dark colors, like black or a deep velvety red, on you. He thinks they look painfully seductive, tempting.
That’s what’s motivated you to buy the piece laying on your bed. It’s black, with a bra and panties and quite a lot of straps, buckles and loops built into it. You’d been hesitant, but seeing it in real life makes you even more excited. Frankie gets home soon; time to get in.
The panties go on easily, obviously. The next part is the challenge. There are straps upon straps, endless slots for you to shove limbs through. You hold it up and frown, not quite sure how to get it on.
Wandering to the mirror, you shove yourself into the thing, making some errors but eventually finding the proper way to wear it.
You look hot: both physically and sexually. There’s a lacy collar, attached to the intersection of the bra. The cups are mesh with lacy decor to cover the nipples, and there are many straps over your abdomen that hook up to the panties. All in all, it’s a complicated number, but you smile as you do a little twirl. Frankie will like it.
The other hot: you’re sweating. It took effort to put it on, lots of odd angles to pull and tug. You feel warm and flushed, so it’s a relief to plop on the edge of the bed and let the cool air of the house get you acclimated again.
You wait, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as you relax on the bed. Frankie’s schedule is far from exact, but you know the 15-20 minute window he’ll arrive home in. Lucky for you, the garage door opens at the normal time he arrives home.
Tossing your phone aside, you perch seductively on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs and leaning back on your arms. “Frankie, baby,” you call into the house as the door opens.
“Hey honey,” he calls back. You can hear him taking off his boots, taking off his jacket. His footsteps ascend with him as he climbs the stairs, and you fidget a little with the lingerie.
He stops in the kitchen, doing something or another. You frown a little. “Frankie,” you call again.
“Just one second, babe,” he chuckles, grabbing a glass of water and something to eat in the kitchen. When he has his things, he meanders through the house and to the bedroom. He nearly drops what he’s holding at the sight waiting for him.
He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Nothing special, but he always looks so good in it. You naturally smirk just at the sight of your man, of how perfect he is. “How was work?” You purr, letting your head loll to the side so he can get a full view of your body.
Frankie swallows hard. “One second.”
You frown and he walks away, putting the water and food back down in the kitchen. He hurries back just to stand in the doorway, staring at you. “I… wow.”
You giggle a little. “I know you like something to tug on,” you tease and snap one of the straps against your skin. The sound goes straight to Frankie’s dick, steadily growing harder in those dark-wash jeans. “Well?”
“You look like a fucking bombshell, babe,” he groans as he walks closer and falls to his knees at the edge of the bed. “Holy fuck,” he shivers as his fingers trace up your bare thighs, sliding beneath the waistline of the panties.
“Glad you like it,” you chuckle and take off his cap, throwing it aside so you can bury your hands in those pretty curls. They’re so soft, fluffy when you run your fingers through them.
Frankie’s lips find your thigh, starting just above the knee and making their way up. “Love it,” he nods, murmuring it into the soft and sensitive skin there. “But you know I like you better with nothing to separate our skin,” he flirts, looking up at you with those round eyes that make you weak.
You shiver under his work, twirling one wave around your finger. “Take at least a little time to enjoy it, baby,” you pout.
He sits back on his knees and nods. “Of course. You know what…” he trails off as he stands, going over to the dresser and grabbing something from on top of it.
He returns moments later with your Polaroid, smirking a little. “Now I can enjoy it longer,” he chuckles as he pops open the lens. “Pose for me, baby girl,” he says, his voice growing darker and deeper as he takes in the sight.
You do, legs spread and chest pushed out, looking at him seductively through the camera. There’s a flash and a click as the camera takes the picture, then the film pops out through the bottom, still black as it develops. Frankie sets it back on the dresser, along with the photo, then stands at the foot of the bed. “How do you suggest I appreciate it, hm?” He asks.
Eyeing him, you can’t help but smile. “Take your shirt off first.”
“Okay,” he laughs softly and pulls off the soft gray tee, exposing his muscles and slight tummy. It’s such a beautiful sight, and your eyes follow the thin trail of hair down.
“Now the belt.”
“Should I just presume you want it all off?” He asks again, tilting his head.
Laughing, you fall flat onto your back on the bed. “Yes. All of it. Off.” You lift your head just slightly, dropping it as you realize it might add a couple of chins.
“No, watch me,” he orders, and it makes you smirk. It’s an easy domination, the way Frankie could do whatever the fuck he wants with you. Neither of you ever agreed upon anything, never made a pact and discussed the idea of something serious, but it’s something the two of you learned over your time of knowing and loving each other. Frankie knows what you like, and you know what he likes: when he gives the orders. When he’s fully nude, his thick cock heavy and reddened, you smile even wider. “What next?” He asks, allowing the role to be played.
You pretend to think about it, stroking your chin. “Well, do whatever you want to me. But the lingerie stays on.”
Frankie pouts. “I wanna fuck you, and I like it best when there’s nothing between us.”
“Then find another way,” you shrug, that devious little smile tugging up the corner of your mouth. “Do something else. Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll take it off for you and let you fuck me.”
“Oh, you’ll let me fuck you?” He teases as he gets on his knees, one hand on each thigh as he pushes them apart and nestles between them. “How kind.” His lips trace along the inside of your thigh, slowly working their way from the knee to the apex.
You shiver beneath him, wiggling at the anticipation. “I’m giving,” you sigh, any sarcasm you attempt to give lost in a moan as Frankie mouths at your clit through the panties.
“You sure are,” he murmurs, his own body shuddering at the wetness of the lacy fabric covering your slit. His tongue contributes to the dampness, starting at your opening and slowly licking all the way up to nip at your clit through the lace.
“Baby,” you whimper, your hands digging into his hair.
“You told me to take my time,” he mumbles and looks up at you, eyes darkened with lust. “I’m just following orders, baby girl.” He pushes the panties aside and laps at your folds.
A whimper trails from your lips and your back arches off the bed, desperate for more. “God, I fucking love you.”
Frankie traces two fingers through your slick, teasing at your entrance and sitting back on his heels to watch the sight that accompanies the unholy sounds. “You think you love me? I got to come home from work to this,” he groans, taking in the sight of you and plunging two thick fingers inside of you. “Nothing better than this, pretty girl,” he shudders and dives back in, sucking at your clit and tracing it slowly with his tongue.
You keen into his touch, grinding your hips back against his mouth. “Fuck, Frankie,” you cry out as he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting that perfect spongy spot.
“Yeah?” He murmurs into you, his tongue barely resting for a second.
“Yeah, oh fuck,” you shiver. “Baby, don’t you dare stop.”
“Couldn’t if I tried,” he groans, working his tongue harder against you.
It’s all too much in just the right way. The cresting wave that builds inside of you finally breaks as Frankie swirls the sensitive bud around his tongue, and you whine his name as the release pours through your body, making you shake and squirm and moan. “There we go,” he murmurs as he pulls away, your body coming down from its high. “That enough appreciation for you?”
“Plenty,” you nod. “Now fuck me. Please.”
He smirks a little and stands. “Finally,” he chuckles as he runs his fingers over the endless straps covering your body. He snaps one of them against your breast, making the soft flesh ripple. He groans at the sight, of the way your tit bounces against it.
Frankie pulls you to sit up, reaches behind and unclasps the bra. Normally, that would be enough to get you naked, but there’s a neck harness and straps and to be honest, he doesn’t know where to get started. “How the fuck did you get this thing on?” He murmurs.
You laugh a little. “It took me a really long time, honestly. It was hard.”
Frankie sighs and pulls at the straps, trying to find a good way to get it off. His deft fingers search your body for some kind of clasp or buckle, but find none. He unclips the panties from the top, at least, and slides them off, then gets back to working.
His eyes look up at you and he pouts. “Come on. Give me a hint, baby.”
“I don’t fucking know, Frankie,” you laugh, still on an endorphin high from the orgasm moments ago. “I don’t know how this thing got on and I know even less about how to get it off.”
Frankie’s forehead falls against your chest, groaning. “Fuck.” He tries gathering the straps and pulling them up. That doesn’t work. He searches under every strap for maybe velcro or snaps. Nothing. He pushes you back down onto your back.
“Goddamnit!” He groans and his lack of patience gets the best of him. Gripping the straps, Frankie pulls them hard until the straps break, leaving you bare beneath him and completely stunned.
The straps fall to your sides, exposing your full chest and abdomen. “Frankie!” You exclaim, honestly more than turned on from his little show of strength.
“Sorry,” he bites his lip and looks down at you, but you know he’s really not. The tip of his cock is leaking, red and flushed and you know he’d do just about anything to get inside you now.
You giggle a little, the adrenaline from the moment rushing through your veins. “That was fucking hot,” you admit, spreading your legs. “You got me stripped down. Now fuck me, Frankie, please.”
The embarrassment is gone from his face within seconds. “Yes ma’am,” he mumbles, climbing over you and kissing you desperately hard.
You cup his face and hike your knees up around his waist, kissing him back just as readily, tongue pressing against the seam of his lips. He allows you in in the exact moment he thrusts inside of you, making you moan into his mouth before breaking away.
“Frankie,” you whimper as he’s pushed fully inside of you, throbbing and twitching as you say his name. “Fuck, baby,” you whine, his thick cock pressed against your cervix. “You gonna go easy on me?”
“Not in the slightest,” he mumbles back and pulls mostly out before pushing back in, hard. You cry out his name over and over, grabbing at his shoulder blades and back. You can feel the muscles there shift as he pushes, holding himself up over you. His head falls down with a groan as you reach one hand behind him to teasingly tug at his balls.
In return, Frankie lowers himself over you and brings one hand down to circle your clit, thrusting in time with the movement of his worn fingertips. God, he’s so damn good with his hands, always has been, and you whimper that into his ear, moving both hands back up to clutch at his back, nails digging into his skin.
It’s almost a competition of pleasure between the two of you, who can do more of the tiny little things the other loves, who can get the other to their peak first. Frankie kisses at your neck, mumbling sweet words into your skin, crying out as your nails drag down his back. “Baby, please, you feel so fucking good, god you’re so big,” you groan next to his ear, filling it with all of the affirmations he loves.
“You‘re just so fucking tight,” he grunts, thrusting harder and harder into you. You get tighter as you clench around him, and Frankie knows that it means you’re close. “Come on, baby girl. You gonna cum on my dick?”
“Yes, yes,” you chant, head falling back into the bed. “Oh, fuck, Frankie-oh!” You squeal as he hits the sweet spot inside of you once more, his fingers working in the perfect rhythm with his hips to make you fall apart, clenching and fluttering around him as more slick coats his cock.
He groans at the feeling, shivering at the way you clamp down on him. “W-where? Where do you want it, baby?” He asks you, knowing he’s about to burst at any second, the way you’re absolutely destroying him.
“In me, please,” you beg, and it’s an offer Frankie can’t refuse. He lets go, filling you with the hot, sticky seed. You whine at the feeling, desperately gripping his skin.
He whines your name in your ear as he comes down, shivering and pulling out, lying next to you on top of the ruined lingerie.
“That was expensive,” you whimper as you limply toy with a strap.
“I’ll buy you a new set. Two new sets,” he tells you, breathless and sweaty. “God, you looked so good in that,” he sighs, chuckling a little. He gets up and wanders to the bathroom, getting a warm, wet cloth and coming back to clean you up.
The sight of his cum dripping from inside you is almost enough to make him hard again, but he bites his lip and wipes you down, tenderly kissing your thigh. “Thank you,” you murmur weakly and smile down at him.
“Doing my job,” he teases and kisses your knee before cleaning himself off and tossing the cloth in the laundry. When he lies down next to you, he takes the discarded lingerie and throws it off the bed, wrapping you in his arms. “You’re so amazing,” he chuckles. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” you hum and kiss his face, nuzzling your nose into the curve of his flushed and dewey neck. “I have stuff to make for dinner.”
The reminder that it’s only 5:00 or so makes Frankie laugh a little. “You don’t have to. You’ve done enough for me tonight,” he murmurs, kissing your temple lovingly.
“Never said I was doing it alone,” you chuckle sleepily, your eyes slipping shut. “You’re helping.”
“Damn right I am. Maybe we take a nap first though,” Frankie says as he pulls you closer in his arms.
“A nap sounds good,” you nod and kiss his cheek. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
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RECIPE: Chocolate Malt Easter Egg Macarons (from Icing on the Cake by Tessa Huff)
The chocolate malted milk powder added to this fudgy filling is everything you didn’t know you needed from these cute, whimsical macarons. It adds depth and creaminess to the otherwise sweet and sugary filling. From their curvy shapes to their robin’s egg blue color and realistic speckle finish, these are the perfect Easter or spring celebration treat!
Makes 24 to 36 macarons
For the egg-shaped macaron shells:
Batter for 1 recipe French- or Italian-Method Macaron Shells (see below for French Method!), tinted blue (I recommend a few drops of AmeriColor Electric Blue)
To decorate:
1 tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder
A few drops of vodka or other clear alcohol
For the chocolate malt filling:
1 cup (2 sticks/225 g) unsalted butter, at room temperature
2 to 3 cups (250 to 375 g) confectioners’ sugar, sifted if needed
½ cup (50 g) chocolate malted milk powder, such as Ovaltine
2 tablespoons whole milk
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
Make the egg-shaped macaron shells
Line two or three baking sheets with parchment paper or silicone baking mats. Fit a large piping bag with a plain round tip and fill with the macaron batter.
Pipe the egg-shaped macarons by holding the piping bag perpendicular to the prepared baking sheet. Keeping continuous pressure, count “1, 2” then pull down slightly for “3.” Release the pressure before pulling the piping bag completely away. The egg shape is subtle; there is no need to exaggerate it.
Once one baking sheet is full, tap the bottom of the sheet a few times in each corner with the palm of your hand. Set aside and repeat with the remaining prepared baking sheet(s). Set the piped macaron shells aside to rest for 20 to 40 minutes, until a skin forms over the shells and the tops feel dry to the touch.
Follow the baking and cooling instructions for macarons (see below).
Decorate the macarons
To decorate the macarons with the chocolate spatter technique, stir together the cocoa powder and vodka in a small bowl to create a thick paint.
Place the macaron shells on a piece of parchment paper or baking sheet. Dip a pastry brush or clean paintbrush into the cocoa mixture. Using your finger, flick the brush over the macaron shells to create the speckled/spatter effect. Let dry before filling, about 1 hour.
Make the chocolate malt filling
In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment (or in a large bowl using a handheld mixer), beat the butter on medium speed until smooth and creamy. With the mixer running on low, slowly add 2½ cups (250 g) of the confectioners’ sugar, the chocolate malt powder, milk, and vanilla. Once incorporated, turn the mixer up to medium-high and mix for 3 to 5 minutes, until the buttercream is fluffy and smooth and the malt powder has dissolved. Add the remaining ½ cup (65 g) confectioners’ sugar as needed ¼ cup (30 g) at a time, until the desired consistency is reached; the buttercream should be soft and spreadable, but not runny.
Assemble the macarons
Match the macaron shells by size. Fill a piping bag fitted with a plain round tip with the filling and pipe it onto the bottom (flat side) of half of the macaron shells, staying within the edges of the shells. Top with a matching-size shell, flat-side down, and gently press together until the filling is pushed to the edges of the feet. Do not overfill.
Serve at room temperature. Store leftovers in an airtight container in the refrigerator for 3 to 4 days.
RECIPE: French-Method Macarons
Makes 30 to 35 sandwiched macarons
1¼ cups plus 1½ tablespoons (158 g) almond flour
1¼ cups (158 g) confectioners’ sugar
105 grams egg whites (from 3 or 4 eggs)
½ cup plus 1½ tablespoons (117 g) granulated sugar
Gel food coloring (optional)
Filling of your choice (such as buttercream or ganache)
Line two or three baking sheets with parchment paper templates or silicone baking mats set over templates. Fit a large piping bag with a plain round tip.
In a food processor, combine the almond flour and confectioners’ sugar and process the mixture for 1 to 2 minutes, stopping once to scrape down the bowl, until the almond flour is finely ground. Sift the mixture through a fine-mesh sieve into a large bowl. Discard any large chunks left in the sieve or grind again until fine. If discarding a significant amount (more than a tablespoon or so), reweigh the mixture in the bowl and top it off with equal parts ground almond flour and confections’ sugar until the mixture weighs 316 grams.
In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the whisk attachment, whisk the egg whites on low speed until they begin to foam, form small, tight bubbles, and turn opaque. Over the course of a couple of minutes, very gradually increase the speed to medium while slowly adding the granulated sugar. Mix on medium-high until stiff peaks form. Add gel food coloring (if using) during the last minute of mixing.
Using a flexible rubber spatula, scrape the meringue off the whisk attachment into the bowl with the almond mixture. Begin folding the meringue and almond mixture together, five to ten folds. Scrape in the meringue from the mixer bowl and continue the macaronage process. Continue folding the ingredients together, rotating the bowl as you go. Every so often, gently deflate the meringue by smearing the batter around the side of the bowl. Stop folding once the correct consistency is achieved: The batter should flow very slowly like lava.
Fill the prepared piping bag with the macaron batter. Holding the bag straight down, pipe the macarons. Once one baking sheet is full, tap the bottom of the sheet a few times in each corner with the palm of your hand. Set aside and repeat with the remaining prepared baking sheet(s). Set the piped macaron shells aside to rest for 20 to 40 minutes, until a skin forms over the shells and the tops feel dry to the touch. 6 Preheat the oven to 325°F (160°C) with a rack in the center position.
Bake the macaron shells one sheet at a time for 12 to 14 minutes, until the tops feel secured to the feet but wiggle very slightly when nudged.
Remove the baking sheet from the oven and place it on a wire rack. Let the macaron shells cool on the baking sheets for at least 5 minutes. Repeat to bake and cool the remaining shells.
Carefully remove the cooled shells from the baking sheets and set them on a clean baking sheet or cutting board. Match up the shells by size. Pipe prepared buttercream, ganache, or other filling of your choice over the bottom (flat side) of half the shells, staying within the edges of the shells. Top with a matching-size shell, flat-side down, and gently press together until the filling is pushed to the edges of the feet.
Store filled macarons in an airtight container in the refrigerator overnight to mature, or serve immediately once assembled.
As a follow-up to Layered, Tessa Huff returns with Icing on the Cake to dive deeper into dessert decoration and the presentation of layer cakes and other showstopping treats. Providing the confidence home bakers need to get creative, Icing on the Cake guides readers from cake pan to presentation to dessert plate. Organized by style, each dessert showcases a different decorative element, artistic pastry technique, or presentation idea. With hundreds of beautiful photos, including lots of step-by-steps, Icing on the Cake is a richly illustrated guide for creating delicious, beautiful desserts that will be the grand finale of any gathering.
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BTS Reaction: The first time they are intimate with you
Namjoon
He would like the spontaneity. When the time was right, you both would just take things as they would go naturally. It’s a few weeks into your relationship. Namjoon wanted to go on an early morning hike with you and as much as you disliked being outside in the cold, you couldn’t deny that sipping on hot chocolate and watching the sunrise together sounded like the perfect way to spend your morning. It was a little colder than you both anticipated, so you decided to stay in the car and watch the sunrise with the warmth of the heater blowing on the two of you. You sip your drink until the sky becomes bathed in different hues of gold and pink.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you for inviting me, Namjoon.” But when you turn to look at him you find he’s not looking at the sky at all, but at you. He’s taken with your beauty. The way the sun is shining on your skin is literally making you glow like an angel. And it’s in that moment that he thinks now is the right time. He sets his cup down and takes yours to set them both in the holder. The look in his eyes tells you all you need to know. You both lean in at the same time and a fire immediately ignites in both of you as your lips connect. His hands ghost down to the hem of your shirt and he begins to lift it over your head. His lips immediately drift down to your chest as he starts leaving love bites in his wake.
“N-Namjoon, back seat. Move. Now.” He pulls away and lets out a snicker.
“Someone is impatient.”
“Well who’s fault is that? Maybe you shouldn’t so damn handsome and such a good kisser, hmm?” He laughs a little louder at that and playfully smacks your butt as you’re climbing into the back.
“You know this isn’t exactly how I’d imagine our first intimate moment together being like.” You blush in embarrassment for a moment at his words. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. As long as it’s with you, that’s all that matters to me.” Even though there is a possibility of someone else seeing you two, you take your time with one another. Exploring each other’s bodies, what makes the other tick. By the time you’re done you are both spent, slowly drifting off to sleep as he covers you both up with a blanket he put in the back incase you got cold on your hike, and hoping to whatever deity is listening that the windows are tinted enough that no one will be able to see the both of you.
Jin
Jin had texted you earlier and asked you to come over to his apartment for a ‘surprise’. You had no idea what was in store for you. The last time that happened you were cleaning flour out of your hair for days, having become a victim of another one of his pranks. Jin was always very playful with you. So when you got a text just asking you to come over because it was very important, you didn’t hesitate to drop everything you had planned to go be with him. You walked into his apartment and it was pitch black, save for a soft glow that was coming from the living room.
“Jin?”
“In here, baby!” You walk into the room and find that the soft glow is coming from a pillow and blanket fort decorated with fairy lights.
“Love, what is all this? Oh my goodness!” You take in the sight around you. The lights are twinkling like stars in the night sky, your favorite fluffy blanket of his makes up the flooring, and he’s stuffed the fort absolutely full with pillows. In the center of all this, sits your boyfriend with a single red rose in his mouth, and other petals scattered about the blankets and pillows. He winks at you suggestively and you bring a hand up to your mouth to stifle your laugh. He pats the spot next to him and you walk over to lay down next to him. He takes the rose out of his mouth and hands it to you.
“A beautiful flower for my beautiful flower, y/n.” You blush but take the rose and smile up at him.
“So what’s the occasion?”
“Well, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.” You sit up but he gently pushes you to lay back down. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him so your back is against his chest. A kiss is placed on the top of your head.
“So we’ve been together for a while now. Almost a year.”
“Mhm.” His fingers are running through your hair now and you feel yourself starting to drift off.
“And I really want to show you how serious I am about you. I trust you with my heart. And I’m ready to give it to you completely.” Your eyes snap open and you turn around so you’re facing him.
“Do you mean that?”
“Every word. I just.. want to thank you for being patient with me and waiting until I was ready. It’s not that I didn’t trust you! It’s just... in my line of work you tend to get used a lot and I was afraid. I didn’t want it to happen again.” Your heart aches at his confession.
“Of course. I’m in it for the long haul, you’re stuck with me.”
“That’s all I could ever want. You by my side, knowing that my heart will always be safe...” He fidgets with the sleeve of his sweater, picking at a loose string as if he’s nervous to meet your gaze. “Can we?”
“Yes.” You nod your consent and his lips barely brush against yours. He takes his time with you, loving you and completely worshipping every inch of you.
Yoongi
Yoongi has wanted to take your relationship forward for a while now. But he wasn’t going to make the first move because he didn’t want you to feel pressured, he would take this at your pace, until you were comfortable enough with him.
You were at the studio with him, loving to just sit and watch him create music. He often would ask for your input and opinions and you were all too happy to give them, feeling honored that you got to hear the songs he was working on before anyone else. He’s in the middle of finishing up his latest song for his mixtape when you say something that nearly makes him choke on his coffee.
“Yoongi do you think I’m attractive?” He almost thinks he must not have heard you correctly, so he asks you to repeat yourself.
“W-what did you say?”
“I asked if you think I am attractive.”
“What kind of- Are you kidding? You’re the most beautiful and sexy person I have ever seen in my life and I am so happy to call you mine.”
“Then why do you never, you know.. take things farther? When we kiss and it gets even the least bit heated you pull away and ruffle my hair and kiss my forehead. Everytime.”
He’s stunned at your words. He didn’t realize you had been feeling this way and he feels awful. “You think I don’t want you?”
“I mean I know you love me but.. I just don’t know if you think I am pretty enough to-”
“Stop it. Come here.” He pats his lap and you move off the couch to straddle his hips. He grips yours tightly and before you can speak another word his lips are on yours like a man starved. You barely have time to breathe for a second as his lips seem to refuse to leave yours. He pulls away to finally give you a break and when he does, he has that signature smirk on his face that makes your stomach clench.
“Let me show you just how much I’ve wanted my hands on you, from the start.”
Yoongi puts as much fire and passion if not more than he does into his music. He’s rough with you, leaving marks visible on your neck and marks on your hips from how tightly he’s holding onto you. Wanting you to see evidence for weeks of just how much he wants you. Afterwards he’s like a completely different person. Having gone completely pliant for you. He clings tightly to you like a koala, refusing to let you go even to get dressed. He’s going to make damn sure you feel loved appreciated.
Hoseok
You went to the studio with Hoseok to watch him perform the new choreography he was working on. You absolutely loved watching him dance. He put every bit of passion he had in him into his dance and it showed. By the intense expression on his face, by the way he kept dancing even after he was drenched in sweat, by the way that even when his brows were furrowed in concentration you could see a smile behind his eyes with the way they shined. He was totally in his element and you would forever be grateful to get to see him like this in a way most people never got to.
This dance was a little... different from the others he had shown you. The way he was moving his hips was leaving little to your imagination. It was like he was purposely trying to seduce you, and it was working. You found yourself gravitating towards him without even realizing it and before long you were standing flush up against his back, arms snaking around his waist.
“Hoseok did you invite me here to try and have your way with me?” He laughs at that and turns around in your hold.
“Hmm.. well it wasn’t my sole intention. But I found myself thinking if this lead to other things... I can’t say I would mind.” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. You playfully smack his chest and laugh along with him. “I mean it’s only fair! This is the place where I do what I love most everyday, it only makes sense that you should be added to that.” His expression darkens and your laughter immediately ceases as his lips crash onto yours.
The tension had been building up between the two of you long enough, and you both reached your release quickly. Laying on the floor, the only sound being both of your heavy breaths filling the room.
“That was.. wow.”
“Yeah, wow.”
“You up for round 2, sweetheart?”
Jimin
It was pretty early on in your relationship when you and Jimin were intimate for the first time. He naturally showed his love and affection for others through touches, cuddles, hugs, and kisses. So when he quickly fell for you he wasted no time in making sure that you knew that. You were both laying on your side on his bed, facing each other. He had a hand resting gently on your waist as he rubbed circles with his thumb onto your side. Every once in a while he would lean in and place kisses on your nose, cheeks, and forehead making you let out light breaths of laughter.
“You’re so beautiful you know that?”
“Hmm, I think you may told me that a time or two.”
“And you’re so cute. I love your laugh. It’s my favorite sound in the world.”
“Jimin...” Your eyes soften and you lean in and finally connect your lips together His fingers immediately grasp you a little tighter and pull you closer.
“I just really really like you y/n. I’ve never fallen for someone this quickly before and I don’t quite know what to do. It’s scary.” You cup his face in your hands and lightly kiss his cheeks.
“You don’t have to be afraid. I really like you too. And for the record I also think your laugh is the best sound in the world. And you’re really beautiful too.” Things just naturally fall into place after that. Jimin is gentle with you, but every bit as passionate. He is a dancer after all, and he is going to put those hips to work to make sure you would never want to be with anyone else ever again, that you will never doubt just how strong his feelings for you are becoming. Afterwards he’s very clingy, refusing to leave your side or let you go. He’s still laying on top of you, pressing kisses over your chest and neck.
“Jimin you’re gonna get me all riled up again, stop it.”
“What if that’s my intention?”
“Oh my gosh you are insatiable we already went at it twice. My thighs hurt.” He chuckles at you and leans down to kiss right where you just said was aching. He feels the muscles twitch under his lips. “Jimin!”
“I know, angel I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I just want to make sure this is real. You’re actually here and I’m not just imagining it. Sometimes I think you’re too perfect and I just made you up.” He rolls off of you and lays on his side, gazing at you with wide, wondering eyes.
“I can assure you this is very real. I am real. My love for you is real. And nothing is ever going to change that or make it fade.”
Taehyung
Taehyung had everything planned. You two had been together for a few months now, and even if it wasn’t very long, he knew. You were it for him. He wanted everything to be perfect. So he planned a very nice romantic night out for the two of you. There was an overlook he had found when he had gone on an early morning hike with Namjoon for a Run punishment, and when he saw it he knew he wanted to take you there. He had packed a basket for the two of you with your favorite snacks and a bottle of wine to share. He had the blanket spread out and fluffed up all the pillows. You two spent the evening sharing stories with each other and making one another laugh. That was what you always loved about yours and Taehyung’s relationship. It was as easy as breathing, completely natural. And you both were head over heels for one another and could feel the love shared between you two with a single glance.
As the night was winding down and moon was shining on you, he found himself absolutely taken with your beauty and couldn’t help himself. He wanted to wait until you two got home, but seeing how you looked right now in this moment he knew he wasn’t going to be able to wait that long. He’s a patient man, but even he has his limits. You saw the change in his expression, from sweet and gentle to passionate with his pupils blown with want for you.
“Y/n I love you. More than anything in this world and I want to show you just how much. Is that okay?” He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you close to him, connecting your lips together at last. When you pull away you’re breathless. He’s staring at you, waiting for your consent to take things further.
“I love you too. And I am more than okay with that. Make me yours, Tae. Please.”
He’s gentle and sweet with you, pouring every ounce of love he has for you in every kiss, every touch. He takes his time with you, wanting to savor every moment and commit everything to memory. The way you sound, the way you taste, the way you look at him like he’s your entire world. And he’s looking right back at you the same way.
Jungkook
When Jungkook invited you over to watch a movie with him, he wasn’t planning for things to have escalated the way that they did. One minute you were laughing at something funny the main character had said as he admired your laugh and how beautiful you looked with your head thrown back, a fit of giggles escaping your lips. The next you were under him breathing heavily and moaning his name. He froze at that, lifting himself up to hover over you.
“I-I’m sorry! Is this okay? I didn’t even ask, I just sort of pounced on you.” You giggle and rest your hand on his cheek, trying to set his mind at ease.
“It’s okay. I want this just as much as you do.”
“A-are you sure? Like, really sure? I.. I don’t want you to feel like you have to or anything. We can wait for another time I mean, it’s not a special occasion or anniversary or a-anythi-” You cut off his rambling with a gentle kiss to his lips and he seems to relax, his arms giving out as he rests himself back on top of you.
“Are you nervous? You tend to talk really fast and stutter when you are.”
“A little. Yes. Okay a lot.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s just.. it’s you. You’re perfect and beautiful and amazing in every way.”
“And like you said, it’s just me. You don’t have to be nervous around me. I’ll take care of you.” His cheeks flush as he nods and rolls over onto his back, tugging you with him to straddle his hips. He tries to hide his face, suddenly feeling quite shy but you aren’t having it, tugging his arms away and placing them over his head.
“Those stay up.”
“Sure thing boss.” You giggle and lean down to kiss him. Things quickly turn heated after that as you set the pace you’re comfortable with. Jungkook completely lets you take over, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good above all else.
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i forgot to add: how do design ????!?!??????
So I’m not expert but this is how I think of character design! (also sry if you were asking about clothing/outfit design thats a little different)
under the cut because this is long im so sorry
So in my opinion there are three really important aspects for character design!
AESTHETIC: obviously everybody’s aesthetic is different, but this is more about what vibe the character has, what makes them THEM design wise.
INTENTION: who is the character supposed to be? this can range from their personality, their back story, their occupation, or their role in the story, but the design need to fit that intention.
COHESION: does the design go well together? or do certain aspects clash too much? obviously you can have disjointed parts of a character design, and if those serve a purpose then thats fine, but if its so disjointed its distracting from the character as a whole you might need to tweak things.
AESTHETIC: the contrasting part of the design (white flowers in dark hair, dark trim on dress, and dark shoes) provide interest to the eye. The mixing of round and sharp shapes also keeps the design from feeling “boring” even though its relatively simple.
INTENTION: so what role would this little doodle character have? according to her design elements, shes cute and friendly with her round shapes (bouncy balls, babies, etc), but could have a sharp/fast/active or even dangerous edge to her with the triangles (arrows, knives etc). of course the design doesn’t limit her possible roles. She could be a bubbly younger sister who teases the older protagonist, or maybe she’s the villain hiding in plain sight. the shape this character design doesn’t really have is squares(think bricks and rocks), which communicates that she might not be really strong, steady, or reliable.
COHESION: repeating the curves across her whole design builds cohesion, it communicates that “yes, these are all part of the same character”, it also allows the eye to “rest” on a familiar shape or line.
NOW LETS LOOK AT SOME DESIGNS
(Boku no Hero Academia) so both of these characters are super heroes, but have vastly different design elements. so lets analyze them.
OCHAKO(the pink one) is all rounds, with a few pointed shapes in hair mostly, but a little on her costume as well. Her personality is cute, bubbly, and friendly which perfectly suits her soft and bouncy design. Howevre she also has a very slight edge to her, which is seen her determination and drive to improve herself over the course of the anime.
KIRISHIMA(the red one) at first glance, seems to be super pointy!! shapes that are usually seen on villains or really dangerous characters, but while he IS sharp(literally sometimes) and sometimes aggressive, he is also made of squares, which perfectly suits his loyal “i gotchu bro” attitude towards most of the other characters in the anime.
ISSUE AREAS: so the only problems i have with Ochako and Kirishima’s designs is that their costumes each have one area that clashes a little too much for my taste. With Ochako, the belt over the color blocking stripes down her crotch are......questionable taste wise. I think the design would be better if the pink chest ended above the belt in a shallow v. not only would this mirror the triangle aspects of her hair, it would fit the belt outline, and continue the trend her costume has of being “grounded” or “heavy”. Kirishima has those.... gears??? around his shoulders??? and while the gear teeth are technically squares, the gear shape itself is a circle, which is a shape that isn’t present anywhere else in his design. I think changing the gears to something similar to his boots or his mask/headgear would create a more cohesive design(also the gears just look hard to move in)
These two characters are presented as individuals so their costumes don’t have to match at all even though they are still seen as “connected” because of the art style for the face, hair, and body.
In a group giving the outfits cohesive motifs is an easy way to present a strong team image! In Yuki Yuna is a Hero, the girls all have colored lines(usually princess seam placement), armor or fabric hip accents, covered arms, and similar flower shapes in their hair. The Aesthetic of each girl is strong in a monochrome signature color, but not over whelming as the black+white connects them even in color so they aren’t out of place.
Speaking of color! if your characters are all similar looking (like same body for all of them) you can communicate their personality and aesthetic just with color! (only gonna talk about a few of the ponies) Pinkie Pie (the really pink one) is energetic and playful, so her color scheme is a variation of the primary colors(happy, child like), and have one of the more saturated colors(high energy, intense) of these characters in a large quantity. Apple Jack (the orange one) is a down to earth farm girl, and her color palette is accordingly, mostly earth tones, its also warm analogous colors, which makes her appear un-complicated and warm personality wise. the pop of red is a nice touch to add interest, but notice that its uses sparingly in her cutie mark and tail accessory. Rarity on the other hand is elegant and fussy, her high contrast scheme of white and dark blue/purples gives her more visual interest and is something that makes her appear more “complex” in addition to the gradient thats included in her hair. the colors are also all cool colors, bringing to mind cool glass or water which both have connotations of grace and beauty.
however all the characters here are unified by their colors being on the pastel side, which is also important for a cohesive cast.
another, short, note on color; making the color/line/shading of your figure different from the background can help them stand out, this is used ESPECIALLY in children’s media, but can be applied to any illustration or animation as needed.
Color can also help your characters “read” quickly on screen, the powerpuff girls are a prime example, of having a distinct color blocking and silhouette. even the color blobs at the top and my crappy hand silhouettes STILL read as the characters despite being broken down into abstract elements. I also really enjoy the thick outline in the powerpuff girls, it really makes the characters pop to the foreground even though they have pretty simple designs and are often in a colorful setting.
Also, for a lot of animation, silhouette is INCREDIBLY important for your characters, some designers sketch silhouettes and then design the particulars its so important to nail the shape. These examples from Coraline are some of my favorites (though Laika wins in my heart every time no matter what lmao) because the simple shapes are SO CLEAR and indicative of the character, you literally don’t need to have watched the movie to know these are each different characters with different personalities and roles.
silhouette can also help tell the story. In Kubo and the two strings (another Laika film) the above three characters are sisters. One has chosen to leave her home in the heavens to live on earth, and the other two stay in their roles as “heavenly” warriors. This is even shown through their designs, the two sisters are weighted on top and their cloaks don’t even touch the ground, while the first woman has trailing, heavy sleeves, hair, and robes all grounding her and emphasizing her connection with the earth.
another example of shape/silhouette reflecting the story, In The Croods, the family of cavemen are for the most part very top heavy, with large torsos and arms, usually in a more hunched over position, while the newcomer, Guy, is bottom heavy with thin arms and stands more upright. In the plot, the family represents the old ways, the strength and rules that have helped them survive, they look like very stereotypical “cavemen”, while Guy resembles the modern man, and appropriately is associated with new ideas and forward thinking.
MORE SHAPES, in DC super hero girls each girl has a distinct personality emulated by her shape language. Zatana is dramatic curves and edges, Super girl is hard, straight edges against curves, giving her a solid muscular shape. Wonder Woman, though also strong, is taller and leaner, lending to a confident leader type. Green Lantern is slim, her lines all flow into each other giving her a go with the flow look. Bumble Bee is, of course, tiny, but her boots and gauntlets add weight and strength to her otherwise small frame. Batgirl is lanky and has a lot of pointed style lines, reminding the viewer of a skinny cat (ironic what with cat woman i know) or weasel which mirrors her preferred “sneaky” crime fighting style. (also yes this was just an excuse for me to gush abt how much i love the dcshg designs shut up)
so in my opinion, Cartoon Saloon’s The Secret of Kells is PERFECT in aesthetic, intention, and cohesion. Kells focuses very strongly on creating silhouette WITHIN the larger figure shape via color and line, most of the characters pictured here have no neck, the one who does, Brendan, is the main character and the use of negative space that cuts into his shape is used to draw attention to him. Kells is also very strongly inspired by Medieval Illuminated manuscripts (namely, the book of kells lmao). The characters still manage to stand out against outrageously detailed backgrounds via their simple shapes and strong color blocking.
Aisling, a secondary but very important character, is not human, and has a totally different shape language from the rest of the characters. She is thin and pointy, while most of the others are round or square. Aisling also has the most negative space making up her silhouette, compare the triangles made by her arms and legs in the above picture to the figures in the first image where everybody’s body is self contained with no negative space. She is also very different color wise, very pale and cool colored, as opposed to the warm saturated colors of the human characters. (yes this was another excuse to gush abt one of my fave pieces of media deal with it)
hopefully that wasn’t too rambley and actually helps? if yall have more specific design questions lemma know lol
#askems#a-magical-human#design#art tutorial#tutorial#Character Design#boku no hero academia#yuki yuna is a hero#yuki yuna wa yusha de aru#my little pony friendship is magic#mlpfim#madeline#powerpuff girls#ppg#coraline#laika#kubo and the two strings#the croods#dc super hero girls#dcshg#the secret of kells#cartoon saloon
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I Am in Love. Fuck. (Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader)
Pairing: Dancer!Bakugo Katsuki x Dancer!Reader
Warnings: swearing and just some tooth-rotting fluff!
Prompt(s): #35 “Oh shit... I am in love. Fuck.” + Dancer AU
A/N: Thank you so much @1-800-callmekatsuki for the request, this was super cute and fun to write. I hope you enjoy this! yall i know nothing about dancing so for any dancers out there please bear with me lmao
Squeaks of sneakers against the waxed floor echoed throughout the studio, overshadowed by the rhythm blasting from the speakers. Heavy puffs of air mingled with the surrounding noise to create a ruggedly enchanting symphony. Crimson irises peered at you as your hand delicately held him by the neck, moving up to caress his sharp jaw all while you kept up the movements of your feet and the saying of your hips. Katsuki's hands perched stop your waist guiding your motions, grip tightening as the song playing in the background built up to a final crescendo, preparing to support you for the finale of your dance number. As the last notes of the musical piece sounded through the closed space, you struck a final pose, surrendering your body to Katsuki's grasp. You stayed in that position for a second too long, your figure hanging with the help of his strength in an exaggerated dip, his pointy, upturned nose brushing against yours and his muscular arms holding you securely, saving you from an inevitable fall. Your lidded eyes bore into his soul, daring him to go further. He wouldn't give in to your teasing gaze so easily, though. With a painfully audible gulp, he pulled you upright, detaching his body from yours.
A sharp whistle crashed the tension between you two, followed by overly enthusiastic clapping.
“That was awesome, guys! You're totally gonna win the competition with this,” Kirishima hollered from the other side of the room, his keen stare watching with amusement as you and his best friend stiffly walked to your respective lockers. He found it infinitely humorous how you could have such palpable chemistry on the dance floor, then act like awkward middle schoolers once the music halted.
Your skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat; the choreography was exhausting, despite how effortless you and your dance partner made it seem. It surprised you when Katsuki approached you with this particular sequence, he wasn't one for sensuous moves (much less a pas de deux for that matter), and quite frankly you doubted he had it in him to be so intimate and flexible. But as usual, he surprised you with his adaptability, Katsuki really was a natural at many things. What was completely out of left field, however, was his intensity. It was just a duet, you knew that, but fuck did his eyes send you hurtling to other worldly stories with just his glare, the sensuality of his touches immersing you in a fictional forbidden love. The way his lips ghosted over your shoulder as you rocked with your back to his sculpted pectorals. He was doing it on purpose. And you'd be damned if you didn't play his game too, returning his lingering touches with just as much vigour, passion. The plastic bottle in your hand protested under the unnecessary pressure of your clutch, your bottom lip catching behind a row of teeth. Shit, he was getting to you–
“Oi, you're gonna spill water everywhere, dumbass,” Katsuki's gruff voice snapped you from your reverie, making the baby hairs on your neck stand at attention. He chugged his own water in one gulp before successfully throwing the plastic container into the recycling bin from a far. By the time you turned around, he had gotten alarmingly closer. “Overall, you’re not as shitty as last time. Your footing is still fucking abysmal, though. You call that a pirouette? My grandma could do better and she has arthritis.”
Of course he wouldn't let you celebrate, you were convinced he was physically incapable of giving non-backhanded compliments. You shook your head with a light chuckle, his creativity really shined through in his insults. They never really bothered you, you were aware that hidden beneath the layers of unwarranted cussing and borderline rude comments, lied genuine, constructive criticism. Grabbing a change of clothes, you slammed the locker before heading to the public bathroom for a quick rinse, barely sparing him a glance on the way there.
“Duly noted.”
Vermillion eyes observed the way your hips swayed gently as you walked, completely unaware of similarly colored eyes watching him with gleaming mirth. “You’re so whipped for her, dude.”
Previously relaxed features pulled taut in an agitated grimace. “No, the fuck I’m not.”
“Mhmm, sure. Keep telling yourself that, man.” Kirishima escaped the premises before he could experience his best friend’s wrath, a jubilant bounce in his step as he thought about his two friends. He was the common denominator between you two. That’s how you met, at one of Kirishima’s frat parties, and even though Bakugo wouldn’t ever say it out loud, an instant connection sparked between you two. The mutual love for dancing brought you together.
Thoughts of you fogged Katsuki’s mind for the rest of the day, practice that day had been exceptionally sensual, both of you getting progressively more daring. He fruitlessly tried to go about his day without having intrusive thoughts blocking his focus, but to no avail. He found himself aimlessly staring out the window, hyper-realistic sensations buzzing along his skin, it was almost like you were still there, still touching him. He sat there on his couch, trying (and failing), to elude any thought of you. He huffed at his inability to get you out of his head, he had one last resort to aid with his problem.
That damn porcupine wouldn’t stop reappearing in your mind, it was so surreal, the way he looked at you as you forfeited your body to him, his minty pants of air, his natural musk. All of it was too much to handle. Uncertainty stopped you from pursuing the man that had unknowingly snatched your heart, each session with him felt like a shot of fireball running down your throat. So sweet and addictive, yet the repercussions left you impaired. He was a drug to you, making you chase the gratifying high of his touches, but once the endorphins dissipated you were left to battle with the symptoms of withdrawal. Your plans of having a relaxing evening were thrown out the window, you needed anything but alone time to overthink, and you had the perfect getaway from visions plaguing you. Unbeknownst to both of you, you shared the exact same idea.
Drowned in the music provided by his ear buds, Katsuki failed to hear the sounds of someone else in the studio as he rounded the corner. The sight before him momentarily made his heart halt, only to beat twice as fast as his eyes raked over your twirling figure. Dim light peaked through the blinds, casting an elegant, pastel halo over your features. You looked so in your element here, so at peace. Your expression gentle, eyes soft and lips pulled into a preciously small smile, despite the strain pulling at your limbs, begging you to rest. Your body alone made the muscles in his heart clench and unclench rapidly, made his otherwise focused and composed mind a reeling, fiery mess. But what affected him the most, provoked an itching desire in him to be as close to you as humanly possible (a desire that he had refused to acknowledge) was the simple fact that you were doing pirouettes. He’d figured that your comeback to him earlier that day had been pure sarcasm. Seeing you take his advice, practicing all on your own, having the courage to fall and learn, failing and bouncing right back up again over and over until sweat dripped from your temples, all to make both him and yourself proud with the fruits of your labor, that’s what set him off.
“Oh shit... I am in love. Fuck.”
The date of the competition came faster than either of you could comprehend. The days preceding it were filled with hard work, sweat and augmenting tension. With his feelings for you finally recognized and accepted, Bakugo couldn’t help the pink tone frequenting his face whenever you went over the dance together, which he defensively dismissed as a byproduct of heat each time Kirishima brought it up, a knowing look in his eye. That last dip always made his stomach churn. When he was that close to your face, he had to restrain every atom in his body from doing something impulsive, but oh did his lips plead to mold with your own, did his fingers beg to tangle with yours. He’d never experienced anything like this, it was almost like all his body parts had a mind of their own, whenever he was by your side he consciously had to shun his whole being from twitching as it wished desperately to entwine with you in every way possible.
“This is it.” You said, more to yourself than to him, reminding yourself that this was the time to reap all the exertion and time you’d sowed. Your mind was slowly trickling into anxious territory, but a calloused hand interlacing with your own stopped you from straying too far. You gaped at the sudden act of reassurance, a familiar giddy feeling bubbling in your veins. He grinned at you. You grinned back.
“This is it.” He repeated, words coming out strong, resolute. His cadence conveying all the encouragement he didn't know how to voice, his hand anchoring you in what was here and now.
“And last but not least, please welcome our last competitors, Bakugo Katsuki and (last name) (name)!”
That was the cue for the both of you to emerge from backstage. As you took your starting positions, you inhaled and exhaled uniformly, Bakugo sending you a look of slight concern which you returned with a smirk, telepathically telling him let’s win this thing.
The music kicked in and you lost yourselves between the melodies. It was like Pavlov’s conditioning almost; as soon as your ears heard the starting notes, your bodies moved on their own, muscle memory taking the front seat and grabbing hold of the steering wheel. And yet it was anything but a blur. You saw everything in blinding clarity, minutes seemed to slow for your perception. The way he moved was etched into your brain in overwhelming detail. The dance was as amorous as can be. Your gaze remained attached to his throughout the whole number, only leaving when you twirled or turned around. This time around, you didn’t dance as mere partners, no you danced as lovers. There was no teasing involved, only unbridled adoration. Applause fell on deaf ears, anything that wasn’t him was mute and colorless to you, and vice versa. You danced like nobody was observing, like you were a married couple swaying around your kitchen.
The final notes brought you two back to reality, and through the unease in his gorgeous, crimson irises, you knew he had a decision to make. Your palm skimmed across the expanse of his neck, trailing the unblemished column before moving up to his jaw. With practiced ease, your feet skidded along the stage while your hips moved in tantalizing waves, his sweaty hands gripping at your waist tightly, a clear indication of his ongoing, internal debate. You gave him a last glare, one that ultimately made him settle on a choice he vowed to never regret, then your body slackened in his hold, his arms dipping you backwards in a closing pose, concluding the exhilarating choreography.
But he still had one more thing to do.
As his nose pushed up against yours, he made a final push, lowering his lids in preparation. His slightly chapped lips puckered against your soft ones, prompting your eyes to grow wide. Obnoxious cheering erupted, but neither of you could hear it. Shutting your eyes, you moved your lips in a sensuous rhythm against his own, not too dissimilar to the number you’d just performed, basking in the sensation that you’d daydreamed about during endless sleepless nights.
For once, Katsuki couldn’t give less of a shit about achieving an indisputable first place in a competition, because no matter the outcome of this dance, whether he swooped all the medals or not, he considered this to be the biggest win in his book.
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choke on me—chapter six
breathe me in (prequel fic)
chapter five
chapter seven
a/n: not much to say about this one, i just hope you guys enjoy it!
rating: explicit
warning(s): this chapter contains smut bc i have no self control
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Tony is sore in that delicious way that comes with a good fuck, feels the echo of Steve’s cock pressing into him and splitting him in half. It’s not impossible for a man of Tony’s age to get hard so quickly after an orgasm, but definitely improbable. Were he less desperate, less crazed, he might consider the side effects of regularly sleeping with a super-soldier without a condom, but all he really wants is for Steve to fill him up again.
He wants Steve to tie him down like he promised once and leave more bruises and bites, leave his mark on Tony, until there’s no doubt that Tony belongs to him in a way he has only ever belonged to himself.
He says so, and Steve fucks him again, all slow and deep now that they've taken off the edge. Tony spreads his legs willingly, pouring all of the love he has in his body into every kiss, every caress to Steve's skin. He didn't have the courage to say it just yet, but he wants Steve to feel his love. It takes them no time at all to come again, Tony's toes curling, his fingers sinking into Steve's skin.
"God," Steve gasps into Tony's throat as he pulls out of him. Tony's right there with him, his skin hot to the touch, his legs still shaking from the force of his orgasm.
Steve lifts his head from Tony's throat, and Tony brings him down for a kiss. They exchange languid, sweet kisses like they have all the time in the world. They don't. They don't because HYDRA's back and worse than ever, and Tony knows down to the marrow in his bones that there's something else on the horizon. Something ruthless and out for blood.
He wants to savor this moment with Steve, wants to live in it for as long as humanly possible, because who knows when they'll get another moment like it. Unfortunately, Tony's discomfort wins out.
"We're sticky," he says against Steve's lips and wriggles his hips. Steve pulls away from him and glances down, observing the mess they’ve made of each other; Their come and the lube is starting to dry on Tony's skin, leaving it tacky.
"I'm not sorry," Steve says softly. He runs a finger over one of the bruises he left behind on Tony's collarbone, presses a feather-soft kiss there. He does the same to the hickey on Tony's neck and the bruises on his hips and works his way back up to Tony's lips. Steve tastes like salt as Tony moans into his mouth. His cock gives a half-hearted twitch at the thought of one more round with Steve, but another orgasm might actually send him into cardiac arrest.
Tony breaks the kiss and pushes Steve's hair back from his forehead. Two bright blue eyes pierce him like hooks snagging his skin. "I don't expect you to be. Sorry that is," he clarifies at the look of confusion upon Steve's face.
"Come on," Tony murmurs. "Follow me."
Steve does so willingly, easing out of the bed and taking Tony's offered hand. Tony leads him into his bathroom, trying his best to ignore the heat of Steve's stare on his ass.
His shower is large enough to accommodate five grown men and is more than enough space for Tony's purposes. The water kicks on with a hiss, coming down like a bout of summer rain.
"Turn around," he murmurs to Steve. Steve does as he's told, and Tony grabs a spare loofah and his body-wash, working it into a good lather. He scrubs Steve's shoulders and his back, his fingers working on loosening any knots he comes across. Steve carries so much tension like he's Atlas, forced to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders for all eternity. Steve moans, his hands pressed against the marble tiles. He pushes back into Tony's touch, his head falling forward into the spray.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can," Tony says. He lets the water run down Steve's back, washing away the suds before he turns him back around to face him. "Because I want to," he whispers like it's a secret. "Is this okay?"
Steve swallows before nodding. Tony repeats the process on Steve's front, running the loofah across Steve's pecs and the firm muscles of his stomach, delighting in the way Steve seemed to tremble at his touch. He's never done this for a partner before. Usually, Tony's dates didn't stay long enough to cuddle, let alone shower together, with the exception of Pepper. But this...it had never been like this. It's like he's discovering a new element again or building his suit for the first time. Bringing something into being that which the world had never seen before.
Steve returns the favor, taking his time as he washes Tony's body, lingering over scars, old and new. He pauses when he reaches Tony's sternum. The skin is smoother there, newer. Tony can hear his heart beating like a war drum in his ears, and he's almost certain Steve can feel it.
Steve places his palm directly over Tony's chest like he's trying to reassure himself that it's still beating. Tony puts his hands over Steve's, effectively trapping him.
"Can you feel it?"
"I can."
"It's because of you," Tony confesses. "I'm alive, Steve. I made it. This is proof, honey."
The pet name slips out unbidden, but Tony doesn't have it in him to take it back. He doesn't want to anymore. And given how Steve's eyes soften at the name, he doesn't want Tony to take it back either.
"They got close today," Steve says. His brow is furrowed, a scowl twisting his features. All of Tony's hard work, trying to get Steve to relax, down the drain. "Too damn close."
"It's going to take more than a bunch of neo-nazis with delusions of grandeur to kill me."
Steve's shivers. Tony doesn't know if it's from the shower or if it's the thought of Tony's heart stopping. Either way, it's time for them to get out. If they stay in here any longer, they'll shrivel up like raisins.
Tony shuts off the shower and loans Steve one of his towels. He shuffles into his bedroom, his exposed skin prickling. Steve stands in the middle of Tony's bedroom, hunched in on himself, almost as if he doesn't know what to do with his body. An uncharacteristic display of shyness from him.
Tony supposes that their day has come to an end; The sun has gone out of sight, the edges of the sky tinged with a thousand shades of pink, orange, and violet. They should eat dinner, and Tony needs to gather up everyone's armor and weaponry for some much needed updates and—
He doesn't want to be alone. And seeing Steve standing there like he has no place in Tony's room, in Tony's life, makes him want to remediate his mistakes. He wants Steve to stay for as long as he wants to.
"Tony, I—"
"Steve, I want—"
"Sorry," Steve blushes. "You first."
Tony’s suddenly aware that they’re just standing there in their towels, nothing else separating them from seeing each other’s bodies. This time feels noticeably different from all the other times they’ve seen each other in the nude. It’s more than his body being laid bare. "Can you...can you stay with me?"
"Tony?" Steve whispers, a little bit of awe seeping into his voice. Tony holds back a flinch, trying to tamp down on the surge of guilt that threatens to choke him. Had he been so cruel to Steve, so sparse with his affection?
"It ends now," he thinks. He'd never make Steve feel like that again, even if it killed him.
"Please?" Tony asks. "I don't...I don't want to be alone. Please stay with me."
“Okay,” Steve says. His voice is softer than Tony’s ever heard it. It strikes a chord within him, like an electric shock directly to his core, leaving him exposed and bleeding. They change the sheets together; Tony doesn’t feel like sleeping in a wet patch if he can help it. It feels intimate yet routine. Like he and Steve have done this a thousand times already.
Dropping their towels, they slide into bed together, tossing and turning until they’re somewhat comfortable, both of them unused to sharing a bed after being alone for so long. Tony curls up into Steve's side, tangling their legs together. Steve's hands stay at his sides, not pulling Tony close but not pushing him away either, making his stomach twist.
He doesn’t want there to be any distance between him and Steve, wants to press against him until he can’t tell where they begin and end.
Steve has that cute little wrinkle in his brow when he's thinking hard about something. His skin burns where it’s pressed against Tony, flushed from the heat of the shower...or maybe Tony’s proximity.
Tony’s lips find their way to the shell of Steve’s ear. “Hold me, please?” he whispers. Steve tenses, every muscle in his body coiled like a tiger ready to strike.
“Please?” he says again, a hint of desperation bleeding into his voice.
Steve’s hands hesitate at his sides before he wraps Tony up in his arms, the full heat of his body engulfing Tony. He melts into Steve’s side, letting a sigh of contentment escape. There’s no sound but the sound of their breathing melding together; Tony’s bedroom might as well be on another planet, he and Steve, the sole occupants. It’s a comfortable silence, one that Tony doesn’t feel the need to fill for once with inane chatter. For the first time in years, he feels safe. He feels loved.
Steve strokes Tony’s arm, his touch far lighter than one would expect from a soldier; he touches Tony like he’s something precious, with the soft, exploring hands of an artist. Of a lover.
Steve’s the one who breaks the silence, clearing his throat before he speaks. “Tony,” he begins. His voice is rough, unsure like he doesn’t know what he wants to say exactly.
Tony hums, signaling that he’s listening.
“Seeing you fall, today...it brought me low."
Tony closes his eyes. What little peace they have falls away. He knew the conversation was coming, but he hoped they’d at least have a day to regroup. He’s had the conversation plenty of times with Pepper, with Rhodey, even with Happy. He’ll hear Steve out, but the second Steve even hints at Tony quitting as Iron Man, he’s digging his feet into the proverbial sand.
“It was like losing Bucky all over again,” Steve continues. He’s stopped caressing Tony but still holds him close, a reassurance. “And if they had gotten your hands on you...like they did to him...God, I don’t—I don’t know what I would have done.”
Despite his body heat, Steve’s words leave Tony cold and shivering. He had prepared for Steve to beg him to stop, to step away from the suit. He hadn’t prepared to think about sharing the same fate as Bucky; Battered and broken, only to be put together worse off than he was. A mindless puppet forced to commit countless horrors. And if HYDRA did it to Bucky, what was stopping them from doing it again, especially since their precious asset was on the run? Who’s to say there wasn’t an army of brainwashed super-soldiers somewhere, ready to usher in HYDRA’s new world order?
Tony closes his eyes, pressing his head against Steve’s skin to clear the chilling image from his brain.
“I’m not going to let that happen,” Steve whispers with a fierceness to his voice. Steve frees one hand and grabs hold of Tony’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You hear me? I’d die before I’d let them get to you. To any of you.”
His heart speeds up again, and given their proximity, Steve can surely hear it, how crazy he makes Tony. With a declaration like that, how can he not love Steve with everything he has?
“And what about you?” Tony asks. “Who’s looking out for you?”
Steve swallows. “This isn’t about me.”
“Like hell it is,” Tony snaps, anxiety creeping up on him like a thief. “You’re not the only one who was worried today. If you’re willing to lay your life down for me, at least respect me enough to let me do the same.”
Steve doesn’t speak. Tony doesn’t know if he shocked him or offended him, or perhaps Steve was just thinking over what he would say.
“Is that what you think?” Steve says quietly, hurt coloring his voice. “That I don’t respect you? That I don’t know what you can do? Tony, I admire you. Not for your looks or your money, but for who you are.”
Tony can’t look away. It’s like there’s some electric current going from him to Steve, and the second they break eye contact, it’ll cease to exist.
Steve pushes on. “You have such a big heart, Tony. The world needs you. I need you. So, I’m not going to apologize for wanting to help keep you safe. I know you can take care of yourself, but if something happened to you...something I could've stopped…"
Steve trails off. Tony doesn't want to think about what his death would do to Steve. On many occasions, Tony had learned to never trust people who said they didn't have a dark side because chances were that they were lying. Steve had been his exception. Steve, who held him when he was lonely and drank hot chocolate with him on the nights when his demons got to be too much. How could someone like that have a dark side?
But Tony remembers how Steve fought by his side like a demon, like the god of war himself. What he saw today scratched the surface of how far Steve Rogers would go for someone he loved.
But did he love Tony? Did he love Tony like Tony loves him? Before his anxiety could get the best of him, he pushed the thought from his mind. Regardless of how Steve truly felt, Tony would still care for him. There was no going back. Hell, Tony didn't want to go back. Steve was in his heart now, whether he liked it or not.
"A promise, then," Tony states. "A pact. We protect each other. We take care of each other."
Steve practically pins Tony down with his gaze. Tony wets his lips and finishes with, "We trust each other. Alright?"
"One condition," Steve replies, "and I'll agree. Just promise me one thing."
"And what's that?"
Steve's response is instantaneous."Don't pull away from me."
There goes Tony's heart again, beating like it wants to leap out of his chest and directly into Steve's hands. He hears the unspoken words in Steve's condition, and he realizes that that's precisely what he's doing. Handing Steve his heart on a silver platter.
"Here you go. Here's my soul, too. Whatever you want, it's yours," he thinks.
"Okay," Tony says. "I can do that. I have a condition, too."
"What's yours?"
"Don't stop kissing me," Tony says, feeling silly for even saying the words, but Steve doesn't laugh.
Instead, Steve swallows, and in one fluid motion, he's rolling so Tony's beneath him, his arms bracketing Tony's sides.
"I can do that," Steve whispers, stealing the words right from Tony's mouth.
#stony#superhusbands#steve x tony#stevetony#steve rogers#tony stark#marvel#mcu#imperialstark fic#my fic#my writing#nsfk
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truth serum
a/n: ok ok ok i've had to post this four times now because it won’t show up in tags for some reason? i’m so :/ tumblr pls stop setting me up bruh. but moving on here’s a summary of the original request and i hope ya like
warnings: little bit of cursing here and there
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when tom asked if you‘d be interested in going to a comic con with him, there was only one answer: yes. you‘ll take every chance you get to see him in his element. you’re looking forward to checking out some of the cool exhibits they’ll have — and people. comic con is a safe space for all your nerdiness. so really, both of you will be in your element that day.
the only thing you’re uneasy about is tom’s fans. you have no idea how they’ll react to seeing you by his side for hours on end. paparazzi caught you together once or twice, but you couldn’t tell much from their blurry pictures. that didn’t stop everyone from talking.
you’ve been named his new “mystery girl,” and tom still hasn’t adressed the whole situation. no matter how much he loves his fans, he’s not willing to spill every single detail of his personal life. spending time with his girlfriend doesn’t need some big explanation to please the public.
this is the first time you know for sure that you’ll be seen with him. comic cons are huge, and somebody always has their phone out at these things. you don’t want the fans to end up hating you for being there, or tom for bringing you. the way he sees it, they should just be happy he’s happy. anyone who isn’t never truly cared in the first place.
tom usually arrives early to go over his schedule and any last minute details. this time, he’s sleeping in a few hours extra with you. no one knows better than him that all day events can be draining. he wants you well rested and feeling good for it. since people are already at the venue, you’re using a different entrance to avoid getting mobbed.
“stay close, okay? i’m not sure what it’s like in there yet. might be a few people by the door, or a crowd.” you’re walking hand in hand with tom through the back lot. he feels you tense up next to him at the mention of a crowd. they overwhelm the hell out of you, and you’re suddenly feeling way underprepared for this.
“but we’re going in through the back. how are they gonna know that?” you grip his hand tighter without realizing. tom half smirks at your question and leads you over to the door. “my fans figure everything out... almost everything. you ready?”
shrugging your shoulders, you lean into his side for comfort. “sort of. i’m just getting nervous about being around so many people.” “i know, baby. not gonna lie, it’s pretty scary at first. but i’ll be with you the whole time.” he presses a quick kiss to the side of your head. you do feel better knowing he won’t leave you alone when you get inside.
“just try turning your nerves into excitement. it works for me every time. “i’ll do my best. i guess we can go in for real now.” tom’s thumb brushes over yours reassuringly, looking at you once more for any signs of doubt before he opens the door.
only a couple of fans notice tom is there, so it’s not as hectic as you thought it would be. he waves to them and says hi, a smile lighting up his face. you chew your lip nervously and let him take you to where he needs to be. obviously, you get a few stares. some pointing, some whispering. they’re all things that come with being pressed into tom holland in front of thousands of people.
tom brings you over to the check in area and gives both of your names. a woman with a headset on hands him two ID cards. he thanks her before pulling you aside so you two can have a moment of privacy.
“how is it so far? feeling okay?” his voice is soft unlike the yelling around you, which is nice. tom slips the lanyard with the ID over your head. “i’m getting used to it. i don’t know how you do this almost every day,” you admit, tugging on his own lanyard that he’s holding. he wraps an arm around your shoulders.
“i’ll tell you what, it’s a lot easier when you’re with me,” he mumbles into your ear, using that as a way to subtly leave a kiss to the skin. the little things like that are what will keep you together throughout the day.
a man with a headset and planner comes up to tom. why are so many people wearing headsets? he reads off tom’s plans for today, then ushers the two of you over to do meet and greets once tom has everything down. tom already called and explained that you’d be joining him, so he had it arranged for you to sit with the photographer and watch.
that’s definitely going to get people curious. he doesn’t mind too much, as long as it makes the experience more comfortable for you.
“i’ll be right over here. you’ll tell me if you need anything, yeah?” tom gazes out at the long line of fans waiting to see him, meeting your eyes after. “don’t worry about me. go give your fans some hugs.” you squeeze his hand and smile to let him know you’re okay. he smiles back even bigger before going over to greet the first person they send over.
this set up is way better than what you’d expected. you get a front row seat watching tom do silly faces and poses, and he can check in with you from time to time. there’s the occasional “who is that?” or “is it true that you’re dating her?” question from someone nosy.
tom responds with something along the lines of “that’s y/n. she’s a really lovely girl. she’s super awesome,” followed by a wink only for you to see. you find yourself having to hide your blushing face from all of his antics.
after about two hours, tom gets a break from photo ops. he decides to use the time to do whatever you choose, since you’ve been watching him for a while. you just walk around until there’s an announcement that a hypnotist show is about to start, and anyone can attend. you’ve never seen people be hypnotized in person, and it sounds like it could be fun.
tom lets you pick the seats. you end up towards the front for a closer look. his hand rests on your thigh as soon as you’re both seated, missing being able to touch you all day. you lace your fingers with his and watch as the show starts.
you’re both having a good time, laughing along at all the different segments. the guy hosting it is really entertaining. “now, let’s move onto a part of the show i like to call ‘truth serum.’ it’s simple. i’ll choose a member from the audience and get them to spill their guts for all of you, about anything i ask. who shall it be?” he rubs his chin and looks around the room.
he makes eye contact with people around you. you’re regretting getting seats in the third row. you pray he won’t call you up, but that would be too convenient. “ah!” he claps his hands together, gesturing to you. your mouth runs dry. “thanks for volunteering, come on up!”
you look at tom, silently asking if you should. “go on. i kind of wanna see this,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you devilishly. clenching your jaw, you walk past him and onto the stage. the hypnotist taps a chair for you to sit. you just had to be the lucky person he chose. “can we get a round of applause for...” he holds his microphone down to you.
“y/n,” you say into it, your voice coming out shaky. there are at least two hundred people staring up at you right now. “y/n!” he repeats. “everyone put your hands together for this brave soul.” the audience claps, tom cheering the loudest among them all.
“so, y/n. you seem excited to be up here,” the man jokes. tom watches with amusement as you give an unsure smile at the audience. “is it that obvious?” you get a few laughs. maybe this won’t be the train wreck you’re anticipating.
“extremely. y/n, i want you to look at your right hand for me.” he takes a step back, you doing as he says. “focus on your fingers and how they’re curling towards you. keep focusing. notice how you’re feeling more and more relaxed.”
everything he’s saying is actually happening. wanting to remember this, tom takes out his phone and starts recording. “bring your hand over to your forehead. let yourself feel the skin to skin contact. just like that.” you’re starting to feel sleepier. “and close your eyes.” the hypnotist snaps, and there’s silence throughout the auditorium. “you’re in a deep sleep. well done.”
you’re completely passed out with your head hanging low. everyone claps again, gasping and chatting to each other. tom is one of the gaspers. “y/n, you just guzzled a whole can of truth serum. you’re an open book. you love to share. when i snap again, you’ll wake up and answer whatever i ask you. truthfully,” the hypnotist tells you.
he waits a moment, then snaps his fingers. your head immediately snaps up. more gasps. tom puts his hand over his mouth, muffling his laughter at whatever you’re about to say.
“good morning, y/n. how are you doing?” “stiff. my neck hurts a lot for some reason,” you answer honestly, rubbing the back of it. the hypnotist has a smug grin on his face. “very good. we’re going to start off with some basic questions to see where you’re at. they mirror the five senses. y/n, what’s your favorite thing to hear?”
“my boyfriend’s voice. oh my god, and he has the cutest hiccup laugh,” you clasp your hands under your chin. tom is glad his phone is hiding his face so no one can see his cheeks turning pink. “hiccup laugh?” the hypnotist makes a face. “it gets stuck in his throat sometimes. it’s actually so cute.”
“what about your favorite smell?” “oh, that’s an easy one. sandalwood.” you casually reveal to the audience. “tell us why you like sandalwood so much, y/n,” the hypnotist prompts you. “it’s the scent of shampoo my boyfriend uses.” tom practically melts when he catches on. all your favorite things so far are related to him.
“i think we should skip ahead and talk about that boyfriend of yours. you seem to really love him, huh?” “more than anything. if you were planning to ask about anything else that’s my favorite, i’d say him.” there’s a big “awwww” from the whole audience, tom included.
“isn’t that sweet? where is your boyfriend right now, y/n? i’m sure he’d want to hear this.” “he just did, he’s in the audience.” you tell the hypnotist as if he should already know. tom’s lovestruck smile fades away. he hopes the hypnotist realizes it’s too personal to make you keep talking about something like this.
you have no control over what you’re saying, and it’s not going to end well. “why don’t you point him out for us so we can give him a big round of applause?” scanning around for tom with bright eyes, you get out of your seat. you point at him. “he’s right there.”
the whole audience turns to look at who you’re pointing to. tom lowers his phone, his mouth open in shock. everyone starts shouting as soon as they notice it’s tom. you’re confused over what the big deal is, since you’re still not fully yourself. the hypnotist realizes the mess he just caused, quickly sitting you down again to bring you out of it.
“y/n, i’m going to snap again. when you wake up this time, all the truth serum will be out of your system,” he says just to you over the noise, tom sinking down in his seat to avoid questions. the man snaps his fingers. there’s silence like the first time, everyone waiting to see what you’ll say.
you have no memory of anything that happened a few seconds ago. all the eyes on you are freaking you out. “wh- what did i say?” you ask him, biting down hard on your lip. his eyes dart over to tom. he speaks to you without the microphone. “you told the audience about your boyfriend.” it takes a second for you to register what he said. then you see tom down low in his chair, and you’re humiliated.
for yourself, but mostly him. you can’t believe you exposed your relationship in front of all these people. you run off the stage and out of the auditoruim, too embarrassed to say anything else. tom doesn’t hesitate to chase after you.
you’re breathing hard and fast, stopping somewhere there aren’t too many people around. your mind is racing while you try to figure out what’s going to happen next. someone puts a hand on your shoulder. it’s tom. he turns you around to face him.
“fuck, i- i’m so sorry. i don’t know what was going through my head, i shouldn’t have talked about any of that stuff. this is gonna be a nightmare for you,” you spit out all at once. tom only pulls you to his chest. he rubs circles around your back, trying to calm you down.
“it’s not your fault, angel. you didn’t have a choice about saying those things. you know that, right?” huffing, you hide your face in tom’s chest. “but still. i exposed us and i exposed you and now everyone knows something you didn’t want them to. you should hate me right now.” his lips press into a deep frown at what you’re saying. he rests his chin on your head and sighs.
“baby, i’m not mad. the only reason i wanted us to be a secret was for you.” you look up at him hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “so i didn’t destroy your whole career in two seconds?” “of course not. there have been way worse things i’ve had to deal with than publicly dating my really lovely, super awesome girlfriend. this won’t be easy, but i promise we’ll get through it together.”
you cheer up a bit hearing him repeat his words from earlier, nodding as you let yourself process everything.
“do you think anyone got me on video? or will they just post about what i said and everyone will believe them?” “i personally recorded the whole thing. not sure about the rest of the audience though,” tom proudly admits to you, making you groan into his chest. “great. that means we should probably say something before the twisted versions of the story come out,” you reason.
he considers it for a moment, and you can see when a lightbulb go off in his head. “what if i officially introduce you to some fans at my next round of photo ops? tell them about us, see how it goes. then we can decide what our next move is.”
it’s a huge relief that he’s taking this slow and giving you a say on how to go public. feeling brave, you peck his lips as a thank you. he’s surprised at first, but kisses back. he can finally see why those annoying pda couples exist. his arm takes its place around your shoulders again, yours going around his waist this time.
“let’s go share our not so secret relationship with the world.”
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Wild Space
Pairing: Alien!Jimin x Reader
Beta: @jung-hoseok-s-airplane
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, SFW
Rating: 16+ (slight mature themes implied something)
Words: 4.6k
Summary: You are on an expedition to explore a new world, the one you encounter is so beautiful and unique but you find the real beauty in its people. Though they are a little different you feel yourself falling in love with culture, their way of life and their cute ears and tails.
“This is unit one we have finally finished docking and are now beginning assembly and exploration of planet B52. It seems this planet's flora are similar to that of earth, none have started to move or eat us which is a bonus.” It took a whole day to land the station so you weren’t as excited to be here as you had previously been. Your team leader cleared their throat disapprovingly which earned him a rolling of your eyes. “I mean none of the participants within the exploration have been consumed to date.”
The wording though correct probably didn’t need to be said with the snobbish tone, but you were feeling particularly sassy. Wanting to get away for a while after being cooped up in the station you picked up your bag full of supplies and headed out.
The air was fresh like dizzyingly so, the place was green and rich with life and you thought if the earth needed time to rejuvenate then this could be the new substitute in that time. But the colours were odd, it really was a new world. The green grass had a pink tinge to it, the oceans were mauve. But it was all deemed safe perfectly so. We humans are smarter and have figured out how to promote the world's health and well-being.
“The temperatures are stable and the solar flares are filtered by the Ozone layers.” Watching one of the two suns ‘set’ was relieving, sure it wasn’t the fore sun but it did cool the air significantly. The fore sun was practically the same distance between earth and our sun with a slight more reddish tone than our bright yellow one. But in this solar system there was a dwarf sun well really it is just a burning planet but it orbits the sun so close, burning just the same but in a vibrant blue. No one could get close enough to test the elements on the dwarf sun that made it burn that colour but it was beautiful.
As one of the suns moved behind the other a beautiful pinkish haze took over the planet giving it a hazy romantic feel. Talk about rose coloured glasses. This transition revealed the neighbouring planet of B52 a large celestial body with rings which in the glow of the afternoon sun were in shades of pink and purple and the planet was a deep lavender.
The astrologists and physicians had both determined that the two planets moved together in harmony and both planets were deemed liveable but they were never going to collide as they equal gravity, each pulling the other at the same intensity. The sky was never the typical sky blue but always a haze of purple, at its lightest it was a soft lilac and at its darkest the sky was a deep byzantium.
Because of this the water on the planet reflected the purple tones and the clearest waters were a mauve but the darkest were a heavy plum. “The fauna is also similar to that of the earth with a few abnormal features, here and there.” You looked upon a small group of tiny animals; they walked on all fours and were fluffy somewhere between a hamster and a cat. They were predominantly ears and eyes, which is probably how they found you, turning and freezing. Big round orbs looking shiny and innocent and with a squeak they were gone.
Being a linguist you didn’t really have anything to do, the crew usually just gave you odd jobs and as of late that job was completing the reports. You were exploring and recording your observations while the others set up the station and greenhouse. The sooner one can grow their own foods the better off for all of you.
You followed what almost looked like a tiny dinosaur that walked slowly to a nearby tree and began eating berries. You had decided you would be useful and started sketching what you see whilst moving about. The ferns moved in the gentle breeze and an almost odd and yet sweet floral scent enveloped you. A river on your left trickling quiet quickly and in the distance you thought you could hear a waterfall.
From the river emerged what looked like an axolotl each foot pulling it onto the red toned grass and shook itself like a dog and you realized it was fluffy. This caused you to giggle, you began drawing the animal while singing softly. When you were done you continued reporting.
In the middle of your ramblings about the health of the planet and such, you heard a rustle behind you. It was odd because when you turned there was nothing there. You were out of earshot so you dropped your professional jargon.
“There seem to be no immediate signs of danger but the crew is working as per protocol for the safety of the team.”
You watched as a flying mouse landed in a tree squeaking and chewing at some sort of fruit it gathered. It was very much the bumble bee dilemma wings too small for the size of its body. It was colourful though like a rainbow lorikeet, it’s tail multicoloured.
“No sign of intelligent life, so far-”
Another rustle behind you accompanied by heavy breathing, you tried to glance around at whatever it was. Looking as far as you could out of your peripheral vision the only feature you caught was a long red tail swishing low, and whatever it was walked on all four legs. You tried to grab your radio but you heard a low rumble from the animal in question. The thing seemed to change shape and moved until it was right behind you mirroring your posture on two legs, its nose pressed to the back of your neck sniffing.
The figure moved around you and you saw it completely. A man, well mostly. He was muscular and lean, he had claw-like nails and teeth that were sharper than a human. On the top of his head were two ears that were peaked and alert. His tail puffed and he growled. In fear of this strange new life especially the fear of being killed caused a tear to roll down your cheek, he circled around you faster and breathed you in.
You stood still as he stepped behind you once more and seemed to brush past your ponytail; it must have startled him as he pulled it firmly, causing you to fall back. He growled at your sudden movement and jumped on top of you baring his teeth over your neck. Unmoving once more you watched him slowly circle your form, he sniffed you here and there licking the side of your boot and you were thankful for the fact he had some sort of fabric over the lower half of his body so you didn’t see anything unnecessary.
His eyes were dark, his hair a vibrant red as were his ears and tail; he was mixed in appearance. You couldn’t determine whether he was canine or feline, he had features from both sides.
Sniffing he nudged your arm burying his nose against the underarm of your shirt. You knew you were sweaty, it’s not like deodorant was a priority on a space trip there was some but not enough to last a whole expedition. And if you know anything about the animal kingdom, smell was what they used to identify each other.
He growled circling you again before curling up beside you and placing his head on your chest watching you as his eyes drifted shut with a heavy sigh. He was beautiful, he reminded you of the exotic people in the avatar movie where those blue aliens were so tall and human-like but just slightly off. He wasn’t blue, but he was very naturally beautiful.
After an hour or two of trying to get out from underneath him you gave up entirely. At another point you accidentally started patting the young man’s head forgetting he was not a sweet domesticated animal despite the ears and tail.
As the fore sun began to set over you, the cold breeze began seeping into your skin and shivers bloomed from within you. The action seemed to wake him, eyes widening as he launched himself away. Backing away, you shared equal expressions of fear. Trying not to move, wanting to appear harmless, he was also unwilling to move. Eyes searching the area for any danger, he saw you shiver again curling up with a small whimper. He looked around calmer as the minutes passed. He said something softly and you raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know what you said?” you whispered, blinking he made a face. Very slowly you sat up reaching into your pocket to retrieve an apple. He watched you curiously as you took a bite and proceeded to sniff the air. Holding out the apple, he braved getting a little closer to examine what you were eating. He gave it a lick and again before taking a bite.
“What are you?” You asked, he watched you cautiously talking back in his strange language. Clueless to what he was saying you took your time repeating his words and he blinked almost shocked. He sniffed your pocket which you had left unzipped to retrieve the apple and he sniffed getting dangerously close to areas he shouldn’t but he pointed and spoke in his funny language.
“What’s in my pocket?” you pointed at the pocket and he pointed again at the pocket.
You pulled out dehydrated meat and held it up, “Meat” he snatched it sniffing and eating it quickly before reaching into your pocket grabbing the rest. He also found some berries they were almost like ones he was used to but these were so unique.
You sat there as he ate, you tried to talk to him but he was busy eating. Stomach growling signaling dinner time and you looked at the empty bag and frowned.
He noticed the frown of your face and looked at the empty food bag. He held it in his hand and took your hand in his, his claws brushing your skin but not causing you any harm. He pulled you through the woods and turned back as you tripped and stumbled your gait generally slower than his.
You passed a beautiful purple waterfall and the water as it fell reflected a purple glow on the rocks around them and as it splashed a mist of purple sprinkled the air and a typical rainbow prism appeared. You looked down, noticing you were walking on a trail. The flowers on either side were a gorgeous blue that in the shade of some trees seemed bioluminescent. He didn’t seem impressed by your abilities or in this case lack of, and deciding to pick you up over his shoulder and run. He was also unaffected by your added weight, running as he normally would.
He arrived at a small cave, the rock was metallic and each piece reflecting beautifully in the light of the setting sun. He placed you on your feet and you walked towards the stone and touched it brushing your fingers over the smooth arch entrance way.
You knew he must have carved and smoothed this himself, he watched you curiously as you ran your hand along something at the top it almost looked like a form of writing and you traced it slowly and turned to him pointing.
“Jimin,” he said and he patted his chest referring to himself.
“Jimin,” you pointed at the sign and then turned to him stepping closer and placing your hand on his chest over his rapidly beating heart. “Jimin.”
He gave a strange gesture with his hand but his eyes seemed light and his smile told you, you were correct. You slowly and gently took his hand placing it on your chest so he could feel your heartbeat.
“Y/n,” you breathed and his eyes searched yours. You repeated your hand on his chest and said his name before placing it back onto yours “Y/n.”
“Y/n,” he said, his mouth forming the name with a heavy accent.
The moment was broken as voices could be heard talking in the strange language and he pushed you inside the cave walking you deep inside and sat you on something soft. He said something sternly gesturing to the ground with his palm and you nodded as he ran back out.
He was asking you to stay, his body language was pretty clear. And you pulled out your rechargeable lamp, turning it over to turn the large dial underneath. With a satisfied click it turned on, lighting up the space.
With the light you could see every little detail and couldn’t help getting up and exploring. There was an area with stacked wood and sticks and beside it a pit with some ashes and coals in it and you understood it was a fireplace.
Above the fireplace was a hole in the cave again it was man made and impressed you greatly. The craftsmanship of how he made his house and a chimney and everything made you proud.
There were shelves with items wrapped in big leaves and a pile of the strange fabric he wore.
You looked to where he had sat you, it looked like a bed filled with soft iridescent furs. These animals must be magnificent.
You hung the lamp from a rock, your stomach rumbling again. If you remembered correctly there was a small selection of foil sealed food in your backpack.
Shrugging off your backpack you looked to the fire pit, stacking wood you took out your flint and started a fire. It was teal, the flames looking similar to the northern lights. You had a small pot that looked like a metal cereal bowl and you poured the contents into the pot and added some water.
It was a stew and you mixed it up, you didn’t want to seem selfish so you made sure to serve him some in the little metal dish. Hearing footsteps, he entered the cafe sniffing the air curiously.
“Jimin!” You smiled and he lowered his head with a smile. He had started blushing as he placed down handfuls of fruit. You handed him the plate and he watched you eat mimicking the way you used a spoon. He followed your lead scooping the food and blowing on it gently before he put it in his mouth. He hummed his tail flicking back and forth rapidly in excitement at the flavour.
You grew tired and it was late, you wanted to return but you couldn’t and you knew that. Not only because you didn’t know your way back but he seemed to not want anyone to see you. You instead tried to talk to him some more pointing at things and repeating what he would say and he realized you were trying to learn the language of his people.
He helped you and you were able to process so much. The whole reason you were on the trip was for this. You were a linguist and you wanted to learn and decipher their language. You noticed so many things about their language.
You pointed at the soft fur area and he said something that sounded complicated and you tried to say it. His laughter was like soft bells and you tried again, he continued laughing and he kept saying it until he shook his hand. You understood this gesture to mean yes.
He was teaching you so much, you had filled at least five pages of your notebook with new words and information you had learned about him. After an hour or two you had almost figured out the sentence structure and he was amazed.
He was preparing fruit and telling you what you assumed were their names as he handed them to you. He was so sweet, smiling and talking to you, while you were drawing him and his beautiful features.
He turned away looking through the basket of fruit while you packed up and walked over to the furs and laid down curling up. They were soft like silk but warm. You blamed the strict sleep schedule you all had to maintain on the expedition for your inability to stay awake. The crackling embers of the teal fire lulling you to sleep.
You dreamt of B52, but you didn’t dream of it colonised, you dreamt of it exactly how it was, you moved through the soft two toned grass and waded through the mauve waterfall playing when Jimin called your name. He smiled brushing your hair from your face and gently rubbing your ears affectionately.
They weren’t normal human ears, they were like his and you looked down to see his tail had hooked around yours and he leaned in to press his lips to yours when you woke.
Laying in the furs Jimin's body pressed against your back and his arm around you buried in the Furs. Standing you wanted to leave but you knew you couldn't leave without a trace. So you left behind the drawing of him concentrating looking down while he cut fruit.
Sneaking out you used your tracking device to not only mark this location but to also navigate your way back to the station following the trail of flowers until you arrived back.
“Where the hell have you been?” The leader hissed
“I was making friends with the locals,” You said, reaching for your backpack for your notebook.to show them what you had learnt.
“Haha, you are on cleaning duty for a week,” The captain said and you frowned and headed inside. “Grab a shovel, you are turning soil today.”
Ignoring him you walked to the small area inside the green house and began shoveling.
“Seriously though I met them, well one of them, he was super nice.” You tried to explain to your friend but she laughed looking at you like you were crazy.
“Did you eat something you shouldn’t have, breathed in pollen from a poisonous flower?” She turned to look at you “Bitten by a space tick, how many fingers am I holding up?”
“I am perfectly sane Namsoon and I am telling the truth,” You breathed, “It was cool they have their own language and they look like us except they have different ears and get this they have tails.”
“That sounds gross,” she blanched at the thought, “like a rat.”
“No, they are beautiful,” you tried to defend him.
“I think you should go rest today, you can help tomorrow” Namsoon took your shovel and turned away and you sighed and headed back to the station. On your way through the corridors to your chambers you passed the kitchen. Pausing in the hall, a big grin spread across your face, you turned around taking out your day’s rations and a small digital camera for photos of the planet turned back to the station entrance. Slipping into the woods wanting to find Jimin.
You arrived at his cave, thanking your forward thinking for marking the location on your navigation device. Entering it was quiet and he wasn’t there, you sat on his bed lying down staring at the roof.
You were working on the vocabulary when he came back in growling. He pounced on you his ears and tail puffed and teeth bared. He froze when he noticed it was you again and you were wide-eyed staring at him.
“Annyeong haseyo.” He smiled down at you, trapped below him, he was drenched and his hair was dripping water onto your face.
“Annyeong haseyo,” you grinned back, he beamed, flicking his hand in approval and he sniffed you, you spoke in english even though you knew he couldn’t understand “I went back to the station, does it smell weird?”
His nose tickled your neck and he paused catching a familiar scent and traveling down your body. You blushed as he got awfully close to certain private areas but he detoured to the pants pocket and tried to get the Jerky from your pocket.
“Meat,” he said and he used his claws but it not only ripped the pocket open but also scratched your leg causing you to call out in pain. He snatched the meat and was chewing happily. You frowned seeing the blood stain your light grey pants.
Opening your backpack and pulling out your little first aid kit. Trying to calm your heart, you knew he didn’t mean it but it scared you how wild he was.
You pulled the side of your pants down to reveal the area he had clawed on your thigh and you hissed at the sight. He turned confused by your noise and saw the cut, his smile fell and he lowered his head watching you.
He got closer looking at the wound and then at his hands, Nose scrunching at the smell of the paste you put on the wound. He stormed out of the cave, you continued to clean and dress the wound, you readjusted your pants and took a needle and thread and began sewing your pant leg. He came back with some fruits and he hung his head carrying washed fruit which he cut and gave to you.
It wasn’t easy to sneak away from the station, but you did almost every day to meet with him. You were so good at his language now you were able to hold conversations with him but he still had to explain a lot of things as best he could.
He liked it when you sang or played music and he would move around the cave with a smile. The two of you went to see the silky iridescent almost cow like creatures. He took you around showing you different flowers your favourite had to be one where he pulled you inside and sat on the leaf with you and the flower curled up around you both and inside it was like a galaxy all spotted with tiny little glowing creatures. They were completely harmless but reminded you of glow worms. He had you to try different foods. It was heaven not eating the bland genetically modified food everyday. That is until he gave you a particular fruit that made you super itchy, you decided to take an antihistamine from your first aid kit and he apologized and the two of you got back to Jimin’s favorite which was a sour fruit.
He took you swimming at the mauve waterfall and you were splashing one another and playing. He got scared when you were underwater for a long time. Diving under the water he grasped you by the waist and swam you up and called for you. “Y/n, gwaenchanha ni?”
He pulled you against the rocks holding you there with his hand on your waist and took your face with his other hand, his eyes burning in worry. You placed one hand over his leaning your cheek into his touch, “Nan gwaenchanha.”
He sighed in relief pressing his forehead to yours and looking down into your eyes. He stole your breath away, you licked your lips trying to keep them from going dry and he noticed the action licking his own. He leaned in slightly and you elongated your torso trying to bring yourself closer to him, his pupils dilated wide.
You felt his lip just touch yours, the two of you hadn’t kissed yet before his ears turned and pulled away grabbing you and pulling you through the water. He pushed you behind the waterfall and pressed his palm to your mouth and made the no gesture with his hand before slipping away.
There was a small group of them and they played and spoke, you watched them interact. They were no different from playful boys or puppies except they were fully grown men. Time passed and he finally got them to leave but you were freezing and wet.
Jimin grabbed you from the water and looked at you all blue and shivering. He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and raced back to his cave where he started the fire. He turned to see you had removed your clothes and found a spare shirt from your bag you curled up in the furs. He too changed out of sight and laid behind you trying to warm you with his body heat.
It was sweet he wasn’t trying to do anything but keep you warm, however, you knew how it must have looked to the young man who walked in, the deep growl traveling through the cave. Making you stiffen and he sat up and growled back his body crawling over yours protectively and they began arguing. You spoke to him slowly and he looked alarmed that you understood him.
He told you, to leave before you two were caught and someone was hurt. Jimin growled saying he didn’t want you to leave and at that moment you thought maybe he felt the same way as you. With a sigh Jimin agreed to return you in the morning and Taehyung nodded thankful for his defeat before he told you both he would guard the place.
Jimin explained the village were aware of the new people and were sceptical, he also said it was a festival tonight and everyone was in good spirits visiting neighbours. You leaned in pecking his lips with yours and grinning. “Gamsahabnida.”
He sat up looking at his pupils wide with affection.
You woke early and took your sketchbook and the camera. You went to leave and Jimin grabbed your hand a sad look on his face and pressed his hand to your chest. “Y/n. I love Y/n,” he said, he hadn’t remembered much from your lessons of your own language but this phrase was one he practiced well. You asked him to let his leader meet with you and your leader for a discussion, promising your men would come without weapons laughing about how weak your kind were compared.
You passed Taehyung and he sniffed you and began scolding Jimin all you understood was the words bed and you blushed realizing he knew more than you thought. You said goodbye to Taehyung and ran off to the ship.
You showed the captain the pictures and the drawings and explained how they lived peacefully but had things and resources we didn’t. “Jimin will meet me this afternoon and I would like you to meet him with me alone and without a weapon, if you bring a weapon I will actually kill you myself.
Another meeting came to a successful end and you smiled walking over to Taehyung, Jimin, and Namsoon who showed them both videos of earth, every meeting she would show them another video and they were amazed.
“Jimin-ssi,” you called and he turned beaming his ears perking up and tail swishing back and forth he began sniffing your neck and giving an almost purr. It was still unclear if they had more canine or feline features but you didn’t care.
“Why is it everytime you two meet he becomes more and more adorable, doting on you?”
“The pregnancy pheromones?” Namjoon said in english to Namsoon his nose and tail twitching. He learnt English quickly and you exchanged languages and linguistics with each other and each took your time teaching them each other's language. You blushed as Jungkook grinned patting your swollen stomach and handed you a big woven leaf basket full of berries. He was a sweet kid and looked up to Jimin. “We are very domestic people, when one of our own is pregnant we protect them?”
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Surprise story for the one and only @petri808
Kyo is caught between a lie and Tohru. What will come of his good intentions?
Summer break. It was finally here and Tohru was already trying to start preparations for the next school year. Luckily, her friends had other plans for her in hopes of some fun over the break.
“Come on, Tohru! Live a little!” Uotani exclaims, throwing an arm around the smaller girl’s shoulders.
“Yes, Tohru. You work much too hard.” Hanajima adds solemnly. “We should make many memories for the summer.”
“And I know just how we can kick it off!” The blonde steers them through town towards their favorite cat cafe.
“Aww! I can’t wait to see how much the kittens have grown since the last time we were here!” Tohru says excitedly. Her eyes shine and glimmer in delight, all thoughts of homework and school prep easily diverted by the cute fluffy animals mewing in greeting as they walk through the door with a soft bell jingling their presence.
“Welcome in!” A boy about their age greets them from behind the register counter. “How may we serve you today?”
Tohru couldn’t believe her eyes. His smile shines through his soft grey eyes which were only a shade darker than his short, grey hair. Very lean and holding himself with an air of dignity like someone of royalty, it was impossible to notice just how handsome he is for someone their age. The young brunette finds herself at a loss for words, left staring at the prince-like being before her.
“A table for three, please,” Hanajima responds politely, stirring Tohru’s focus back to earth.
“And some menus! I’m starving!” Uotani announces as the three follow the boy to a small rounded table.
As they sit down, he hands each of them a menu card showing the sweets, snacks, and various summer beverages the cafe offers. “Here you ladies are. If there’s anything else I can help you with, my name is Yuki so please just let me know.” He tells them with that winning smile of his again.
Tohru could feel her heart beating just a little faster. Surely he’s just this nice because it’s his job, right? Opting to distract her thoughts, she looks over to where a few of the cats were laying by the large window in direct sunlight taking a midday nap. Just then, a familiar mop of orange hair appears to fill up a few of the food bowls for the cats.
“Kyo!” Tohru gasps excitedly. Her friends turn toward his direction, a smirk growing on Uotani’s face.
“Hey, Carrots! Why don’t you come join us?” She calls him over with her favorite nickname for the carrot-top.
Kyo grumbles at the attention thrown his way. “Can’t you see I’m working, you damn Yankee!”
“Geez, always such the grouch still I see. Glad you all recruited some help with better manners.” The blonde retorts turning back in her chair, dismissing the obnoxious boy.
“Huh?! You better not be talking about that damn Yuki!”
“Oh, Kyo. Yuki was very nice when he greeted us!” Tohru explains. “How well do you know him?”
“Tch, he’s my cousin, so more than I care to.” Kyo replies shortly resuming his task of taking care of the various cats scattered about the cafe, giving one or two of them the occasional scratch under their chin or behind their ear if they bothered to wake up from their nap and acknowledge his presence as he approaches.
Tohru smiles at the tender affection Kyo gives the tiny balls of fur as a kitten comes pouncing over to him. He may be brash and loud-mouthed, but honestly Arisa loves to get a rise out of him. It’s just how she is. But, Tohru knows that Kyo is much more than what he lets people see and believe. It was one of the few biggest reasons they kept coming back here.
“Besides, he’s only working here for the summer. So, he better do a damn good job!” Kyo finishes. Apparently, he isn’t too fond of his cousin, so Tohru didn’t want to push the matter while her friends just wanted their orders taken already.
Just as Kyo leaves, Yuki returns from the back and the two glare at each other in passing, but only briefly to not bring about attention to themselves. Had Tohru not already been watching Kyo, she would’ve missed the interaction herself. It was gone just as quick as it had started in a blink. Yuki’s smile returns as if it had never faded from his face as he comes to finally take their order.
“Are you ladies ready to order?”
~~~BREAK~~~
The first several weeks of summer went by quickly and the trio continued visiting the cafe multiple times each week. Whether they dropped in for cool refreshments after taking a walk along the beach and were heading back home, wanting a light snack during the middle of the day, or simply just wanted to sit somewhere peaceful and watch the cute smile on Tohru’s face as she watches the kittens roll around to play with each other.
“Awww! Look how big they’re getting!” The brunette gushes to her friends, kneeling on the tiled cafe floor by the playful kittens. “Aren’t they just so cute?!”
Her friends chuckle quietly behind their hands as they watch her just as Kyo marches up to their table, seemingly in a bad mood.
“What do you want?” He nearly demands them.
“Whoa, Carrots, what’s got your tail in a twist?” Uotani asks, noticing the scowl on the boy’s face.
“That damn Yuki! Couldn’t even come in for his own shift so now I have to cover it!” Kyo vents aloud to them. “As if I didn’t have enough work of my own to do!”
Tohru gasps. “Oh no! Is he okay?”
The group had grown fond of the silver-haired boy. His quiet and sweet demeanor added another element of peace to their visits to the cafe that they rather enjoyed. Tohru especially had seemed to grow fond of him, trying to connect with him in hopes to gain another friendship much like she felt she had with Kyo.
Kyo huffs at the question, not wanting to keep on the subject. “How the hell should I know?! He’s probably sick or something. He used to get sick all the time as a kid.”
Tohru frowns then starts digging through her bag. Her friends all watch the brunette as she pulls out her pencil bag to retrieve her sticky notes and a pen. She quickly scribbles a short note on the little square then pulls the top sheet off to hand to Kyo.
“Please give this to Yuki for me!”
“What?! Why the hell-” Kyo starts to argue until he sees the glares from her two friends. He groans and snatches the tiny note from her hand. “Fine! Not like I have anything better to do.”
Kyo walks away with the note in hand, forgetting that he didn’t even take the group’s order as he enters the backroom for employees.
~~~BREAK~~~
Kyo toes off his shoes as he walks into the house and drops his bag at the door. Next to the door, three bowls sit on a small table- two are filled with Yuki’s and Shigure’s keys, wallets, and other miscellaneous things they keep in their pockets during the day. Kyo empties his own pockets into the same bowl, and as he does, he finds the note Tohru had given him for Yuki. He walks down the hallway, opening it up and reads it.
Yuki~
Take care of yourself and get well soon!
~Tohru
Entering the kitchen, he sees Yuki sitting at the table eating some miso soup, so he tosses the note on the table in front of Yuki saying, “Girl at the cafe asked me to give that to you.”
Yuki, not looking up from his soup, responds, “Are you my personal mailman now?”
“Shut up, you damn rat! You’re lucky you look like death warmed over or I’d kick your ass right now!”
Yuki, not feeling up to interact with Kyo’s energy right now, finishes his soup, puts the dishes in the sink, and throws the note in the trash.
"You aren't going to write back?" Kyo asks, leaning against the counter.
"No, it's just another girl. Why would I care?"
"She took the time to wish you good health."
"Why do you even care? Do you like her?"
"What? No!” Kyo sputters.
Yuki strides out of the room and not looking back at Kyo, says. "Sure, like I care."
After a while, Kyo pushes off the counter with a grimace to retrieve the note from the trash and walks up to his room. He ignores Shigure as he passes by, tuning when Shigure starts talking about Yuki.
Poor Yuki, he is sooo sick. Everyone should cater to him and treat him like a king. Kyo thinks scornfully. Sorry, but he’s nothing but a dick.
~~~BREAK~~~
When Kyo clocks in the next afternoon, Tohru and her friends are already there, sipping on their coffees and looking into the window of the cat room. He walks up to the few tables of people and explains that he will be their waiter for the remainder of their stay as they just had a shift change. When he gets to Tohru and her friends’ table, he could swear that Tohru’s face lights up a little.
“There was a shift change and so I’ll be taking care of you all for the rest of the night.” he repeats for them. “Is there anything I can get you? Also this is for you.”
He digs the note out of his pocket and hands it to Tohru.
“Oh! Thank you! He really wrote back?! And no, I think we are okay for now!” Tohru replies, beaming with her usual energy.
Kyo nods his head and walks away to go back into the kitchen. As he walks away, Uotani grabs the note and flattens it so everyone could read it.
I appreciate your concern. I am fine. Don’t worry.
-Yuki
“Geez, kinda cold coming from the prince.” Uotani scoffs, leaning back in her chair and balancing on it’s back two legs.
“That’s so sweet of him to take the time to write back! I really didn’t expect any kind of reply.” Tohru practically gushes as she picks up the small, plain note.
“Leave it to Tohru to find the good in everything.” Hanajima sighs before taking another sip of her iced coffee.
Tohru quickly shuffles through her things, replacing the note with a pen and notepad, then scribbles out another note. Just as she finishes, she looks up to find Kyo leaving from another table. Almost stumbling out of her chair, she makes her way over and holds out the new note.
Kyo turns around to see her holding out a piece of paper. Before she could say anything, he cuts her off.
“Do I look like a damn mailman to you?!”
Tohru’s face flushes red with embarrassment and clutches her hands to her chest. “O-oh I’m so sorry Kyo! I didn’t mean to just assume. I’m a dummy! Of course you have responsibilities to tend to! I can always drop it off to Yuki later-“
Kyo rolls his eyes and snatches the note sticking out between her fingers. “Give it here. I didn’t say I wouldn’t, just next time ask before writing another note. Besides, do you even know where he lives?”
Tohru stares at him blankly, at a loss for words, making Kyo nearly smile.
“Don’t worry about it. Just go back and have fun with your friends.” Kyo tells her.
While the two exchange a few more words- Tohru trying to convince Kyo that he should come hang out with them sometime when he’s not working- Hanajima watches from their table.
“His waves are changing.” Hanajima murmurs.
Her gaze falls onto Tohru’s bag where Yuki’s note could be seen sticking out of the top. She didn’t feel the cold, harsh words that Uotani got from first glance. That didn’t seem fitting for the shy and considerate Yuki that had waited their tables. His energy resembles a calm, secluded pond. The waters are always steady and comforting to be around, yet never disturbed by its surroundings, unlike his cousin’s. Kyo’s resembled the waves of an ocean, ready to crash against any open shore, nearly unpredictable and ever changing.
There was something about that note, though, that seemed more calculated. A faux reserve presence trying to emulate that of the prince’s. Hanajima couldn’t quite understand the mixed signals she receives from the note, but she didn’t believe it to be from Yuki at all.
“Everything alright?”
Tohru’s voice cuts through her thoughts, bringing her focus towards concerned brown eyes.
“Of course.” Hanajima smiles, easing Tohru’s worries as she reclaims her seat next to her friends.
Kyo watches as Tohru returns to her friends then looks down at the note in his hand with a heavy sigh. Quickly, he makes his way to the back room and reads it once he’s alone.
I’m so glad to hear it! I was so surprised to get a note back from you. We all miss you at the cafe! Wishing you well!
-Tohru
Kyo leans his head back against the wall, groaning at the situation he’s placed himself in.
This damn girl… Why is she wasting her time making sure this good-for-nothing Yuki is getting better?! It’s not like he’s showed any interest or care for her, and he certainly doesn’t give enough of a damn to write her back!
Rage bubbles in Kyo’s chest towards his cousin. It was always easy for Yuki to attract people. Everyone wanted to be around Yuki, have Yuki’s attention, be noticed by Yuki, but not a single one of them would ever know how much Yuki found each one of them to be the same. To him, each one was a burden of a conversation, a task to complete so he could continue about his day. To Kyo, the bastard only seemed to care about appearances, not people; he had been like that ever since they were kids. Yuki wanted everyone to like him and would sacrifice the feelings of a few to make any situation slightly more comfortable. Kyo had been excluded from many family gatherings as a result of this. It angers Kyo, wishing something that came so easy to that damned rat wouldn’t be so carelessly discarded. But, that was just who he knew his cousin to be. Kyo at one point in time had attempted to be more collected and nonchalant like Yuki, but it was a wholly painful experience and went against the core of his being. Since then, Kyo had accepted that he just wasn’t a person that was going to be liked... by anyone. If he was being honest with himself, Kyo sometimes wished he could make friends like Yuki could; and, if he could, he wouldn’t just throw them to the side.
With a deep breath, Kyo pockets the note and returns to work. He’d have to reply to the note later.
~~~~~BREAK~~~~~
Someone so caring deserves a response back.
-Yuki
“Now that sounds more like the prince we know,” Uotani comments as she sips on her boba tea.
Tohru looks up at Kyo seeing him waiting there with his arms crossed while Hanajima’s eyes watch him closely.
“Go on. Ask already!” Kyo huffs at her.
Tohru fidgets with the note from “Yuki”, trying to find a spot for her eyes to focus on. “Oh, uhm.. Well, do you...mind...giving Yuki just one more...note?” she asks hesitantly.
His brows raise in surprise. “So this is the last note you plan on writing?”
Her head nods assuringly.
Kyo sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “Fine. One more.”
Tohru’s face lights up and she turns to her satchel to find paper and pen. While she’s turned away from him, a small smile graces Kyo’s features which doesn’t go unnoticed by Hanajima’s watchful gaze.
“Interesting,” she murmurs, catching her blonde friend’s attention.
“What’s that?” Uotani asks her.
“Their waves call out to each other,” she says simply before taking a sip of her milk tea.
Uotani stares at her cryptic friend before Tohru’s chipper voice brings her attention back to the pair.
“Here! And I promise this is the last one!” Tohru swears with her version of a serious look, something she couldn’t pull off.
“Pffft, yeah okay,” Kyo responds trying to keep from laughing.
With a wave, he turns away, note in hand, and returns to work as the group heads out. As Kyo wipes down the countertops, he watches the group chatting just outside the cafe bay window. Kyo pauses in his cleaning, hand fisting into the rag as he’s lost in his thoughts of the brunette. The smile Tohru graces her friends as she speaks excitedly to them, the endearing looks her friends give in return, but it’s Tohru that mainly catches his eyes. Her carefree attitude full of light and innocence; her calming presence and her excessively spastic expressions that make him want to laugh; but most of all, it’s her wide eyes so soft and filled with such care for everyone to witness, a kindness and love so pure that even those who didn’t deserve it where graced with it.
Finally, the trio move on and Tohru leaves his sight, bringing him back to reality. With a heavy sigh, he looks down at the flat surface he was once cleaning and his hand trails towards his pocket where he put the note. How could this one girl suddenly occupy most of his thoughts? She doesn’t even know it, but he’s afraid to tell her the truth about the notes. Would she think he’s crazy? A creep? No… he couldn’t risk it. The one person he’s come to care about how she thinks of him and risk finding out she’s just like everyone else? No, he’ll hold on to this fantasy of his for as long as he can, even if it does seem to be nearing it’s end anyways.
Pulling the note from his pocket, he unfolds it and reads the message Tohru had scrawled out for Yuki. Despite her rushed state, Kyo couldn’t help but smile at her girlish handwriting.
Yuki,
Maybe once you’re feeling better we can hang out!
<3 Tohru
“Shit…” he says under his breath. “How the hell am I supposed to respond to that?!”
Kyo stuffs the note back into his pocket and tries to focus back on work, but the words continue to haunt his thoughts the rest of his shift.
Finally, Kyo makes it back home as his feet shuffle the whole way to his room before dropping his bag just inside the door. He hits the door with his foot to close it and makes his way over to his desk before plopping down in the chair with a heavy sigh. His head leans back as he stares blankly at the plain ceiling above. He daydreams about what it would be like to take Tohru on an actual date: walking through the park, sitting at the cafe together and just talking, or maybe going to an amusement park and playing the carnival games and winning those shitty stuffed animals for her.
Forcing himself out of his thoughts, he leans forward in his chair and opens his desk drawer to grab his notepad and pen where he sees the other notes from Tohru. He had kept them in there for safe keeping and away from potentially prying eyes- knowing full well his family is full of them. Looking at the notes, he doesn’t realize he’s smiling again even as he tries to think of what to write for the new note.
Kyo was so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice his door opening slowly from where it had failed to shut entirely.
Yuki stands at the threshold of Kyo’s room, finally feeling well enough to be walking around and not laying in bed drinking soup. The prince looks on curiously at his cousin, the small smile not going unnoticed. While he didn’t know Kyo well, Yuki knew him well enough to know he rarely, if ever, smiled. Curiosity getting the better of him, he strolls in uninvited just to see what has managed to break Kyo’s normally cantankerous expression.
A shadow looms over Kyo and blocks some of the light over his notepad which causes him to look up from his desk. Much to his displeasure, he finds himself face to face with the one person he least wanted to see, especially in his room uninvited.
“The hell?! Who the hell said you could come in here?!” Kyo yells, standing up from his desk.
Yuki ignores his usually explosive cousin and continues looking at the notes on display. His name in particular catching his attention. He scoffs and moves to the side to better read the notes without being plowed over by Kyo’s abruptness.
Kyo realizes what has caught his cousin’s attention and quickly tries to hide the notes even though it’s already too late.
“You truly are pathetic,” Yuki says softly, turning towards the door. “He suddenly has the ability to become a writer of his own, yet uses my name as his to get the attention he’s so desperately craved all his life…”
Yuki stops just at the door and looks back over his shoulder, his expression apathetic and priggish. “And all just to get a girl who isn’t even worth the time. If you’re going to use my name, at least get someone who’s actually useful and not so painfully dull.”
Kyo fumes, hands tightening to fists as his body moves on it’s own towards the door. He throws himself at Yuki as they fall into a heap in the hallway, Kyo’s clenched fists now around his cousin’s collar. Anger tints his vision red as he pulls a fist back ready to punch him out cold. The smug, yet disinterested expression below him fuels his anger further; however, his fist connects with the floor barely an inch away from Yuki’s face.
“The only one who’s painfully dull and not worth anyone’s time is you .” Kyo spats in his face. Pain ebbs at his knuckles still firmly placed against the hard floor but he keeps his eyes locked on the pair of pale, blue eyes below him. “For someone so smart, you don’t know a damn thing about her. And why would you? Just like everyone else, you’re so trapped in this God-forsaken family that everyone else fades to the background. Yuki, the one who’s always surrounded by people, yet I think you’re the loneliest one here. You think you’re better than me? Name one friend… At least I know where I stand and have accepted who I am, rather than be what everyone expects me to be.”
Kyo shoves himself off and leaves Yuki on the ground as he shuts his door behind him. His heart beats erratically inside his chest from the rush of adrenaline. Oh how he wanted to punch his damn lights out! But he wouldn’t give Yuki the satisfaction of getting to him so easily. With a new wave of determination, Kyo sits back down at his desk and begins writing his reply back to Tohru.
Tohru,
Meet me at the Fountain in the park by the cafe.
Saturday at noon.
Let’s do this properly.
~~~BREAK~~~
Kyo fidgets nervously standing next to the fountain. He had arrived 30 minutes earlier and has now switched between sitting and standing at least 40 times. He feels sick to his stomach, what if she doesn’t come, what if she runs away when she sees it’s him. She thought she was meeting Yuki. Why did he think that she would settle for him. No one ever wanted him, he was just the cat that was always cast aside. No, I can do this. At the very least, I should tell her the truth and let her feel how she wants. Time to man up.
He could see her coming up and looking around for Yuki. He’d take a deep breath and finally step out to meet her. Standing before her, he’d rub the back of his neck nervously as she’d turn to see him.
“Oh hi, Kyo! Have you seen Yuki?”
This would be the moment. He’d have to tell her the truth. Clearing his throat, he’d gain his resolve. “Actually… Yuki isn’t coming,” he’d tell her hesitantly, watching her confused gaze staring back at him. “I was the one writing the notes back to you.”
He waited for her to respond, unable to gauge her reaction as she stood there as still as a statue. Had she heard him? Before he could ask, her face turned downcast and her eyes wouldn’t meet his. He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as he saw the look of disappointment he had recognized so many times before clearly written across her features. He didn’t have the nerve to go through this again, not with her. Panic squeezed the air out of his lungs, rooting him to that spot and unable to move, to speak, much less breathe.
“Why did you do this to me Kyo…” She said as he saw a tear drop from her down turned eyes. “Kyo...”
“Kyo... Kyo? Kyo, are you ready to go?”
He looks up from where he had been standing and staring at the fountain, just to see Tohru walking up to him with her signature smile. “Are you ready to go?” She repeated.
His heart beat steadily inside his chest, his breathing evening out as he realized it was all in his head...but, wait...what had she just asked him?
“What?” He asks dumbfounded.
Tohru giggles. “I asked if you’re ready to go. What were you thinking about? You seemed a bit lost in your thoughts. But you looked so sad, is there something I can do?” Tohru smiles brightly.
“No,” he says slowly, her smile warming the inside of him and breaking the ice his cold thoughts that had been frozen within his mind after all these years. He smiles back at her, “I’m fine now.”
Before he could ask her anything, she turns away and looks inside her bag before pulling out a small, folded piece of paper then hands it to him. Kyo looks at her curiously as he reaches out to take the note. Holding it in his hands, he looks down at it, then back at her. Tohru nods with a small smile, prompting him to open and read it.
Kyo opens the note and reads it quickly. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks back up her before rereading the note to make sure he understood it correctly, but she grabs his hand and pulls him forward.
“Come on! Let’s go get something to eat.”
Kyo’s shock fades away as a smile takes its place, letting the small brunette drag him to wherever she wanted.
~~~END~~~
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Loving the recents precure posts! I think your insights are really interesting :0 I’m interested on your thoughts on the fairy designs! Only if you’re up for it of course ^^;
Thanks, it’s nice to hear they’re appreciated!
I’ts no secret that I’m not a huge fan of the mascots (since they often feel like a superfluous story element that’s included just because the formula requires it, and a lot of the designs come across as “we gave this small creature big eyes and small mouth so you must find it cute”) so this probably won’t be very positive.. But alright, let’s go through the mascots. I’ll also put a few words on the personality/role in the story if it’s a season I’ve seen because when else am I going to write about these.
Note: I hate high-pitched voices and speech patterns that have the character repeat their name at the end of every sentence, but there’s not a lot of point to write that under every entry. But you can imagine a “the squeaky voice is grating, as is the speech pattern” complaint whenever applicable.
Futari wa Precure
We start with kind of nondescript cutesy critters, especially the first two are about as basic as they come. I used to make “Pokemon” like this as a kid, like you get two round shapes for the body, some nondescript tubby arms and legs, huge eyes, and then the only distinguishing features are the ears, tail and markings. The Futari Wa mascots don’t really move me in any direction.
[March 19 2023 edit] personality-wise Mepple is unbearable and Porun is even worse
Futari wa Precure Splash Star
Splash Star continues in the same way as its predecessor and I still have nothing to say. Or I guess I like how the last two make me think of something you’d see in a video game.
Yes! Precure 5
It feels like I never hear anything of Yes!5, and the only thing I run into anything else than a random fanart once in a blue moon is complaining about a Cure’s relationship with one of the mascots, or how Milky Rose is annoying. But we don’t speak of that here at Mahou-furbies now since I haven’t seen the season, so it’s all about the designs.
I really like the darker squirrel, squirrel is the superior animal, and most importantly it has a really pleasing colour scheme. Also there isn’t anything stupid in it, and it looks soft and not overly cutesy. Wouldn’t care for the lighter one that much (and upon closer inspection it doesn’t even look like a squirrel), but together they work well enough.
Then the pink one, Milky Rose I believe? Huge fluffy ears are cute, but her face looks squished and at least in this pic she has too many accessories. Penguin isn’t particularly cute to me, must be the eyebrows, but not too bad. And the last one... It doesn’t even have a face...!
Doing this ranking taught me that Yes!5 has some kind of collectible mini fairies. There’s too many of them for me to make a collage and rank each one individually, so I’ll just say that if you’re going to have a lot of critters with no common theme, do go all out, and all out they did go. Some are humanoid, some are animals, some are objects, there are all kinds of shapes... They remind me of the little collectible toys that represent stuff you’d find in a shop, like there was apples, shirts and toilet paper with faces. My faves are triangle bird cloud, sassy pineapple star, star onion, another triangle bird, goo bunny, and heart shaped cat bread. What is going on here??
Fresh Precure!
Tarte best mascot
Tarte appeals to me by not being a cloyingly cutesy and not having a squeaky voice, but still looking reasonably cute. The long body shape helps him stand apart from the rest of the mascots, since most of them are more on the round side. His muted colour palette is also pleasing. And he’s fun to be around too in the anime; his relationship with Kaoru-chan is entertaining, always love to see what the pair is up to. Finally I like how we see that he has life outside being the Cures’ mascot, like this guy has managed to land a cute fiancee!
Then Chiffon... Let’s just say that I’m Very Much Not a baby person, I didn’t play with baby dolls as a kid (my cousin had one and we cast it as the leader of enemy troops). And it is not a good prospect for a show if it’s going to have a crying baby, or expects me to find characters taking care of it endearing. So Chiffon was pretty much dead on arrival since she doesn’t really do anything to address this issue, but I can say in her defense that at least she’s a non-human creature so the connection to human babies isn’t as strong. Colours are also pleasing. And begrudgingly I have to admit that the baby mascots tend to have more involvement with the story and the characters’ relationship with them is actually relevant, so at the very least they don’t feel only like they’re there just because the formula requires a mascot.
As for the keys, not a fan of inorganic mascots, I like soft animals and also they feel way more merchandise-driven than animal based fairies. Also my memories of Fresh are getting hazy but if I recall correctly the Pickruns felt rather superfluous to the story, like the Cures were sometimes invested in them, but they weren’t really treated as proper characters so it felt quite hollow to me. But design-wise at least their faces are cute and I like how everyone has different eyes and accessories, so if we must have sentient keys in the show I guess these are perfectly serviceable designs.
Heartcatch Precure!
The Heartcatch mascots are sort of in the same camp as the ones from the earliest seasons, like they’re not bad, but not particularly memorable either. I still find them more recognisable than the Futari wa mascots though, but maybe it’s just that there’s four of them with a very similar design and I like themed teams. The colours are a bit off with the first two, the turquoise clashes with the pink, but with blue it’s almost monochrome. The other two fare a bit better.
And then there’s the big one... well this certainly is different from the norm. I certainly complain about overly cutesy mascots but I’d still prefer them to have some level of cuteness.
Suite Precure
I find it hard to believe that these cats are from the same season, but that’s what the wiki says so I guess I have to believe it. Not a huge fan of either... The first one feels too cutesy but also kind of bland while the second one is rather overdesigned. But if you remove the arm and tail jewelry it’s more like a regular cat with a lot of neck fur which I can dig.
As for the jewel thingies, as I said in the henshin ranking I find them very uncute and they feel very merchandise-driven in the same way the Fresh keys do. And they don’t even seem to have any other different traits than colour so that’s just boring.
Smile Precure
The first one is kind of in the same category as the Futari Wa mascots. Kind of nondescript and doesn’t speak to me on any level or feel memorable in a sea of cutesy magical girl mascots. I guess I like the curly ears? Having a human form is also a plus. Lion is pretty similar but I like the calmer colour palette and the “hairstyle” suggests more personality.
Doki Doki! Precure
The animal quartet is a similar to the Futari Wa mascots too, but since there’s now a set they’re more memorable. Not a huge fan of the aggressively monochrome colour palette and I’d like it if at least the accessories were some other colour. The pupil-less eyes also feel somewhat hollow. However even if the designs are pretty basic I still like the customisability aspect here when everyone follows the same design principles, and it’s also fun how they have their theme card suit incorporated somewhere (except Davi unless you’re really generous with the inner ears). And points for everyone having a human form, especially Davi’s was good, and she was a great mentor figure to Makoto who would otherwise have been all alone. And based on what I can remember Lance had a fun dazed personality.
Then we get to my least favourite mascot. Ai had all the aspects why baby mascots are so objectionable to me (screaming, causes trouble, expectations that taking care of babies is cute) and also didn’t even have the decency to have a grown up design as a reward for our suffering. And while I can be a bit more forgiving on the babies lower on this list due to at least looking somewhat cute that doesn’t save Ai because I find this a flat out uncute design. The worst problem is the eyes; this is clearly a humanoid character but the eyes are the mascot button eyes and it just looks creepy, and position and colour of the eyelashes makes them look like some kind of tumor or leech to me. The colour palette also comes across as tacky and the outfit is unmemorable, but at least the hair is ok. Being reminded of her existence every time I watch Cure Ace’s otherwise good henshin (KYUPIRAPPAA!!) isn’t a good moment... Some silver lining to Ai’s existence could be that at least she had a point in the plot, but when DokiDoki ultimately was about how awesome Mana is that doesn’t amount to much.
Happiness Charge Precure!
Out of all the main mascots I think HapiCha got the least cute one. I’m like, what are these, there’s various design elements combined without much rhyme or reason. Somehow they feel very unbalanced to me with their enormous heads and tiny bodies.The small ears also make their big bald heads feel even larger. I guess the backpack balances the look a little, but that’s another thing, the permanent bag that’s only used for creating the cards doesn’t feel too nice to me either. The huge jewel doesn’t have anything to do with any of the other accessories in the season too if I remember right.
And this is another thing that I could have put up there in the catch-all hate category with the squeaky voices: not a huge fan of how so many have their faces so low on their heads. I guess it’s because of the low face looks like a baby and is therefore cute, but the ginormous foreheads seem to have an opposite effect on me and I’d probably like many of the mascots more if you moved heir eyes up a bit. The high mouth is also an issue and sometimes it even dips to uncanny valley, the mouths should be lower than eye level as far as I’m concerned.
In the anime Ribbon was really annoying, Glassan and PhanPhan were more on the ok side. And I do like that with the accessories there’s the element of customisation, but I wish there was more to that, such as with whatever the spiral thingy is supposed to be, like if it’s a hair tuft couldn’t they style it in different ways? And finally them creating the PreCards felt very tacked on and just adds to the pile of how the cards are implemented poorly in the story.
Go! Princess Precure
Pafu is probably my favourite mascot after Tarte. She is simple enough but with the long fluffy ears is still recognisable. And I loved the eyecatch pics where her ears were styled in different ways. Also she had a similar personality as Haruka, kind of an underdog (pun not intended) and not so in-your-face as some of the other main mascots.
Aroma is alright too, again a really simple design but with the odd tail shape and head the tuft that makes me think of cream on his head the design is just about detailed enough. He is also a butler which is a great thing to be.
Miss Shamour had a fun mentor role and I liked her stern but supportive personality. Design-wise this is an enjoyable take on a cat; you can still tell it’s a cat even if it takes a while to notice what’s up with the ears, and whatever it is hanging from her head makes the otherwise simple cat memorable (also heart tail). Kuroro is an ok cat and I like the orange spots, and being so fluffy is a good contrast to the smooth Miss Shamour. Face is maybe a bit too woobie but he’s more of a minor mascot so I don’t mind him.
Also everyone has a human form so props for that.
Mahou Tsukai Precure!
As I mentioned in the henshin item ranking I’m not a fan of teddy bears so Mofurun doesn’t appeal to me. But for a teddy bear she’s not all that bad, the colours are nice and warm and the hearts and stars are a nice detail. And they’re in the Cure colours too! I’d like them to stand out a bit more though. Also points for the starry eyes.
Then the kid... This is Cure Felice right? Now we take a little break from hating babies because I’ve always enjoyed looking through Felice’s many forms. I’m a sucker for seeing characters at different ages, and getting to see them gradually grow up is always awesome. Also all the kid forms are decently cute, and it’s a bit of a mystery to me since especially the youngest one has similar proportions as the HapiCha mascots. Maybe some of it comes from with the knowledge that we’re not supposed to spend the entire season cooing at the baby with a head bigger than the rest of its body so I’m more forgiving. Also this feels more like these are designed to be kid forms of an actual main character rather than only existing as the baby mascot, which has resulted in cuter faces.
But in any case I like all three forms, they’re memorable and the outfits and hair have just the right amount of detail for each stage. Not a huge fan of the latecomer Cure having pink in her colour palette yet again but that’s more of a Cure design complaint rather than something to do with the mascots, and as it is the pastel colour scheme is quite harmonious. Also I’m always ready for unique eye designs.
Kira Kira Precure A La Mode
Pekorin has fluffy colour-changing ears and I appreciate sticking to the theme of the season with the cream look. Not so surprisingly I’m not a fan of the face, designs with the lower eyelid covering the eye like this must be used with care or you get closer to the kind of manic cutesy grin that I dislike. A Bib gives me flashbacks to babies but at least Pekorin is more like a child and it fits the food theme. Story-wise I would have loved for Pekorin’s part to be larger since it would have been a good coming-of-an-age story, but unfortunately it didn’t get a lot of screen time. Finally, heart eyes!
I tend to favour male mascots since they’re less likely to be cutesy or have shrill voices, but I’m not so big on Chourou. In general I’m not a fan of designs which cover the eyes, but otherwise the look is ok for a geezer fairy. But his role in the story felt rather unneeded, like I felt he only existed as the adult manager so that the girls wouldn’t get to run their cafe on their own.
Kirarin and Pikario have pretty basic designs but again being a part of a set helps them. Apart from the cute eyes they don’t raise a lot of emotions in me, but I guess I like how the friendly Kirarin has soft fluffy ears and the edgy Pikario has the spiky ones. Not a huge fan of the shade of blue for Pikario and it’d be nice if they had different... head accessories.
Hugtto! Precure
It’s a baby again. But same as with Felice this feels more like a character than a mascot so it’s not so bad, like remove the forehead jewelry and this could be a main character’s sister’s baby from episode XYZ. So it’s not bad as some of the Mascot Babies, but still has the issues with the expectation that I find babies cute, and doesn’t even come with the gradually growing forms of Felice or have any particularly memorable details.
Then the hamster. When Hugtto was announced I unsurprisingly wasn’t a fan of the baby and none of the girls interested me either, but I seriously considered picking the series up just for the hamster man... For starters the colour scheme is warm and pleasing, and most importantly we’re going for a ‘cool’ vibe rather than cutesy. But of course this is a hamster so the coolness ends up being funny, like it’s an earring and a chain, watch out we have a badass here! Then in human form we see this cool guy in a leather jacket lug around a pink baby in a baby carrier, that’s fun contrast. Not a fan of his voice though based on the clips I’ve seen.
Star Twinkle Precure
I have heard that there were people who were not fans of Fuwa’s second design and I’m among them too, but I wasn’t a fan of the first look either. And the culprit is the face which kills the whole design for me. The mouth is so high up that it’s almost between the eyes. Also I don’t really like this kind of wavy cat mouths. The eyes would also look better if they had pupils but that’s really a thing with almost all of the mascots.
But other than the face the design is good, palette is cute, she looks soft and fluffy, the space iconography makes the design recognisable and fits the theme of the season, and I like the tiny eyebrows and star eyes. Also points for having different looks for each zodiac, but they don’t do much to me because I just don’t care for looking at Fuwa’s face in any context. But let’s take this opportunity to go through them anyway:
Aries is round and fluffy so therefore cute, I like the patterns on Taurus, Gemini is a bit creepy but also fun, not a fan of the protrusions on Cancer and thinking about how they’d wiggle creeps me out, Leo is just Cure Gelato, Virgo would be a very pretty girl if it wasn’t Fuwa, got nothing on Libra, Scorpio makes me think that she’s wearing a bikini, centaurs apparently don’t suit a creature with a less than 1:1 head-to-body ratio so Sagittarius is a bit weird, Capricorn looks like an old man, Aquarius is a bit dumb with the “drop of water in a pot” motif but I like it, and seashell ears is a fun idea on Pisces. Moving on!
As for the pony form, something about it just bugs me. Maybe it’s that I’m very much not into the MLP designs, or maybe it’s that the non-horse head doesn’t match the horse-like body. And that doesn’t look like a cute little unicorn horn, it’s more like an awkward party hat, or one of the drills in Gurren Lagann. But at least the mouth is now lower, colours are still nice and the overall design is still memorable and distinct from the other mascots. However it was such a disgrace that we got this huge “omg Fuwa has a second form” in the middle of the season but then she didn’t evolve any further, like give us something really cool or graceful or epic for the finale! Now this just feels like they wanted to sell a new toy.
Fuwa had some similarities with the baby mascots in that I remember some episodes where taking care of her were plot points and sometimes she behaved like a toddler, and they were difficult for me to sit through. Fuwa being the Thing the bad guys want did give her more role which certainly is better than the pointless mascots who serve no purpose than giving some exposition in the first few episodes, but since I really don’t care for Fuwa it wasn’t much use for me, even if there was some effort put into building the relationship between the Cures and her. If I remember right the finale had huge drama with how Fuwa should have been sacrificed for the future of the universe or something and of course the heroes were all “no! we must protect Fuwa!!” and I was like how about we do take this great opportunity to get rid of Fuwa...
Oh, right, Prunce exists too, I almost forgot since I was in bitching-about-Fuwa land for five paragraphs. I like Prunce, if only for not having such a high pitched voice and not having an overly cutesy design. In general I prefer fluffy creatures, but the smooth Prunce is also ok for a chance. Story-wise it was nice how the Cures used his stretchiness and ability to inflate in various scenes; it made him feel more like an actual part of the story. He often got the short end of the stick but didn’t get abused too much which also made him more memorable but wasn’t too mean. Finally I like his bag form too.
Healin’ Good Precure
The Healin’ Good mascots have the same head&body shapes, but otherwise they’re pleasantly different so they don’t feel like they’re in the “basic generic mascot” category, but due to the similar body shapes still feel like a set. Rabirin is the most basic both with accessories and colours, and since her eyes are lighter colour the empty-eyes effect is stronger on her. Pegitan and Nyatoran fare better; I like Pegitan’s fresh colour scheme and Nyatoran’s stripes, and Nyatoran looks like he is up to something.
Personality-wise Rabirin is a bit annoying and Pegitan’s wussines is somewhat one-note but he’s not so bad. Nyatoran is the best, he manages to be funny every now and then. I also like how the mascots get fairly many scenes together, makes them feel more than just obligatory mascots.
Latte is cute too and the pale beige with purple makes for a good colour palette (pink ribbon could be lighter). I’d probably remove the forehead jewel though, but otherwise her design doesn’t do anything stupid. In the story I’ve found it hilarious in a morbid way that they created a mascot whose Thing is... to fall ill all the time. Gotta feel sorry for the poor dog.
Let’s do the element spirits too. I didn’t like this face on Fuwa and I don’t like it here either. But apart from that the elements are cute, they’re the kind of trinkets I’d like to collect. I appreciate that there’s some variation with their eyes at least. The rain one is cute, it looks like it’s wearing a little raincoat, and I also like the apple one’s pastel palette. Water, light and wind also rank high for me.
[edit March 9 2023 for series starting here]
Tropical Rouge! Precure
Initially I felt lukewarm towards Kururun, but since then I've learned to appreciate their more subtle brand of humour. Like instead of being loud and annoying or cloyingly cutesy, Kururun's presence was more like "here Kururun is just being eerily weird in the background". The design is alright for a fantasy seal too, I'd like some other colour than the obligatory pink and the eyes not to look so empty, but overall it's still reasonably cute. Hear ears (?) are fitting for a magical girl mascot.
Also the Cure Kururun gag was excellent.
Delicious Party Precure
I like the DeliParty mascots, they're fun distinct designs with nice colours, but still look similar enough to be a set. I'd say Pam-Pam has the best design, but Mem-Mem gets points for being a dragon. The food form feels kind of gimmicky, like it just exists so they can sell a toy you can turn around itself, but sure I'll take it, it adds something unique to otherwise pretty basic designs. Also I like that they become a part of the Cure form, it adds at least a little bit of cohesion to otherwise very disparate Cure designs. Also also big points for everyone for having a human design and even a Cure form. And finally here's your regular reminder that it's so stupid that Amane never got a mascot partner.
It has been previously documented that I'm a huge fan of gradually growing designs, and Kome-Kome is no exception. I still think that Kome-Kome's role as the super unique fairy was handled poorly, but when the result is this cute I have to begrudgingly accept it regardless.
Hirogaru Sky! Precure
Not a lot new to say here, it's a baby again. Not the worst baby design at least and the pastel palette is very appealing.
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Conclusion: The dark brown yes5 Squirrel and Hamster Man tie for the best design, Tarte is the best mascot when you factor in performance in the story (based on the season I’ve seen), and Go!Pri has overall best mascots when you account everything on all the fairies in the season. [edit March 19 2023] Kururun shall be added to the top tier of mascots.
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evermore opinions!!!! this is my first listen and i love it all. definitely think no body no crime and majorie are my favourites rn but they’re all brilliant
willow - i love that we’re starting strong (let’s be honest though i wasn’t gonna think anything else). i do love the positive fun up beat (but like soft) to start off with though. sets a tone. the line “i come back stronger like a 90’s trend” makes me smile. also i feel like taylor might have spent a lot of her time in lockdown (when she’s not writing songs) watching true crime documentaries (the music video is adorable and i love the echoing of cardigan, especially in that first bit)
champagne problems - okay this is really pretty and so sad. i like the low note in ‘problems’ cause it almost sounds like a voice crack. there’s so much guilt and yet freedom.
gold rush - i’m listening on the way to work and this makes me want to get on a bus that i don’t know where it’s going and just go round the route forever. so far my favourite but i know i said that about six times with folklore
‘tis the damn season - i like this (well duh izzie), the focus on the season and the longing for a warmth and escape that you don’t care about the longevity of, or that you do care but know it can’t last. the “babe for the weekend” links back to Blank Space but with such a different tone. there’s an element of giving in to the heartbreak before the romance has even started
tolerate it - oh this is sad. this is lonely. i’m emoting. this is joining Tied Together With A Smile and this is me trying on my sad taylor makes me cry playlist
no body, no crime - THATS THE SAME START AS SHOULD HAVE SAID NO!!! i love this from the first note. this is the first true bop and if i weren’t socially anxious on a bus i would be dancing. there’s the proper country vibes and i adore it when taylor brings out the twang in her voice. okay new favourite. cat said i would like this and i do. i really do. i have a playlist called feral cowgirls and this is going straight on it
happiness - oh this is a misleading title. this isn’t happiness, this is rage. soft and gentle and powerful. wow. taylor my love you’re talent with lyrics and storytelling is incredible.
dorothea - it’s gay again! i know betty wasn’t gay but it is and this has the same vibes. it’s sweet though. pining energy. the yearning just makes it gayer
coney island - taylor writes good break up songs. it’s tragic and inevitable and everything has happened and there’s no return but you’re full of regrets.
ivy - i wanna twirl. this is pretty. i don’t have much to say but i’m really enjoying it. gay lil secret romance
cowboy like me - sad cowboys time. this is a hal song. it’s hella pretty and soft and i wanna lay on my bed and listen to it on repeat with my headphones at their top volume
long story short - “when i dropped my sword i threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door” this is cute and fun. i love letters to past selves. mainly cause i scold past mes a lot
marjorie - this is the one about her grandma right? that pairs with epiphany that was about her grandpa? this makes me wanna cry. but in a different way to tolerate it. in a hug your loved ones close way. it makes me think of my nana.
closure - this definitely an sister of folklore. i’m wondering if the letter is one of the songs on that album
evermore - it’s the title track! soft. nostalgic. gentle. i’m vibing gently. the tone changes when bon iver comes in and it feels like it’s a different song
#evermore#taylor swift#finally got to listen#it’s been a long morning#i love it so much#already bought merch
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Talk to Me- Chapter 3
Summary: They’ve reached the restaurant and everything’s going great so far!...So why is Steelbeak so nervous about messing everything up? Maybe Domino can help him loosen up a little.
Notes: This scene was so much fun to write- I love writing date stories far too much x3
-First Chapter-
As far as Steelbeak was concerned, the ride to the restaurant had been a complete success. Flirting with Domino had been easy, natural, and fun- and that stroke of luck with the song on the radio had resulted in a surprisingly romantic moment that he honestly couldn’t have topped even if he’d planned it himself. They’d been seated quickly without having to wait, and had even gotten a great table by one of the windows with a stunning view of the moonlit bay in a corner of the restaurant with no one else around. All things considered, it was a great start to the night.
Which, unfortunately only made him more anxious about doing something to mess it all up.
He kept trying to tell himself that things were different this time- that things between him and Domino were better now- but, in the back of his mind, he kept thinking about how all of his attempts at conversation last time they went out to eat had ultimately messed everything up and left him with nothing but a bill to pay and quiet, lonely car ride home. It was a stupid thing to worry about, and he knew it, but he was so completely out of his element that it left him feeling more than a little unnerved.
It wasn’t the going out part he wasn’t used to, mind you. He’d gone out on plenty of “dates” before and those had gone well enough to earn him several “girlfriends” that were so charmed by him that they’d wait literally MONTHS just for a chance to see him again.
No, it was the idea of going out on an actual date with someone he was actually interested in seeing again that had his nerves frazzled.
Every other date he’d been on before had been the same routine: Dinner and drinks. Some sweet talk that he didn’t really mean. Drive back to his place. Have a little fun. And then he’d send them on their way with the usual “Don’t call me, I’ll call you”. Lather, rinse, repeat- the same thing every time.
With Domino, though, things were different. The other man was too sharp to fall for his usual sweet talk (though flirting was definitely still on the table). Steelbeak also wanted more than just a one night fling- he wanted to go out with him again in the very near future, or maybe even just hang out more outside of work. He wanted-
“-something wrong?” The loon’s voice cut through his thoughts instantly.
“Huh?” Steelbeak blinked and looked up from his half-touched plate of seafood paella, unaware that he’d spaced out. “Sorry, ya say somethin’?”
“……” There was that stare he’d become all too familiar with over the past few months- the look that told him the shorter bird was mentally picking him apart and analyzing him with unsettling accuracy. “Something’s on your mind and it’s stressing you out.” And he’d hit the nail right on the head, as always. “What is it?”
Darn, he really couldn’t hide anything from this guy, could he?
With a frustrated sigh, Steelbeak frowned and ran a hand over his comb. “Is it really that obvious?” A nod from his partner accompanied by his deadpan stare told him that, yes, it WAS that obvious. “You’re gonna think it’s stupid..”
“Probably.” Wow, he didn’t miss a beat with that, did he? “But I still want to hear it.”
Well, he thought, might as well spit it out. Otherwise the darker bird would just keep giving him that look until he did. “Can ya ‘least promise NOT t’ laugh?”
The edges of the other’s beak curled slightly in a smirk as he shrugged. “Maybe.” That was probably the best he was going to get.
Figuring that he wouldn’t be able to get it all out if he was looking into those seemingly all-seeing red eyes, Steelbeak chose instead to keep his gaze on the bay. “…..I..ain’t exactly used t’ datin’ like this.” His eyes followed the rolling motion of a wave as it crashed on the beach before receding. “Don’t get me wrong, I like goin’ out with a cute dame much as the next guy, but I don’t even bother rememberin’ their names half the time. We go out, I tell ‘em what they wanna hear, and it works good enough t’ get ‘em home with me.” He blindly waved his hand in Domino’s general direction. “But, with YOU, I don’t even know how t’ start a freakin’ conversation. If I try talkin’ to ya like the rest, it’d probably be charmin’, but it’s not gonna be real- my brain ain’t exactly wired for honesty, y’know? So I’m tryin’ real hard t’ think of somethin’ t’ talk about ‘sides small talk ‘cause I wanna say somethin’, but I don’t wanna look like an idiot for tryin’ too hard.” He gave a short, self-deprecating laugh and shook his head. “Aaaaaannd I just heard myself out loud: I’m tryin’ too hard t’ NOT try too hard..guess that don’t make a whole lotta sense, huh?”
When he finally turned his attention back to his date, he saw that the other bird had reached across the table with an extremely small, unmarked vial of something and currently had his hand angled over the rooster’s glass of water- clearly preparing to drip whatever was inside of the glass vial into his drink. “……” Realizing he’d been spotted, Domino slowly leaned back into his seat properly and set his hands back down in his lap, maintaining eye contact the whole time as if that would hide what he’d been about to do.
“…Dom..what’s that?” Steelbeak asked his partner incredulously.
“…Nothing…” He was clearly lying through his teeth and trying to maintain his poker face, despite being caught red-handed.
“We both know I ain’t buyin’ that.” Steelbeak looked down at the table obscuring the loon’s hands from his view. “I know you ain’t tryin’ t’ slip me a mickey, so spill it.”
“Fine..” The poker face finally fell away and Domino’s hand came back up to rest on the table with the vial still between his fingers, surprising the rooster with the dejected, guilty frown on his face. “It’s a truth serum.”
Steelbeak’s eyes widened in surprise at the admission. “Why the heck do ya have truth serum on ya??”
The darker bird shrugged a little. “I like to be prepared for anything- it comes in handy for emergency interrogations.” He set the vial on the table between them so that Steelbeak could see it better. “I thought that, if you’re uncomfortable because it’s hard for you to speak honestly with me, then a drop or two might help.”
The tiny glass container sat on the table, looking so small and insignificant, but Steelbeak knew better than to assume things when it came to drugs and chemicals in their line of work. “..That stuff really works..?”
“I’ve found it to be effective more than 98% of the time.” Domino replied. “It’s fast acting, too- most people notice the effects almost instantly.”
“……Eh, what the heck?” Steelbeak grabbed the vial and, instead of putting a few drops into his glass as Domino had been about to, he popped the drip-cap off and brought it directly to his beak to chug half of the colorless liquid in one go. “!!” He immediately regretted his decision- the liquid was oily and tasted like someone had boiled down a bottle of mouthwash into a loose syrup. After grabbing his napkin and coughing into it for a solid minute, as well as chugging his entire glass of water to weaken the nearly medicinal taste still coating his tongue, he set the half-empty vial back down in the middle of the table. “Ugh, this stuff better be worth it..”
Domino picked the vial up and put it away after screwing the cap back on. “You know, two drops would have been more than enough. Don’t blame me if you start spilling F.O.W.L.’s most highly guarded secrets.”
“Figured I’d need all the help I could get.” With the horribly minty taste finally cleared from his pallet, Steelbeak took a moment to think about how he felt. “Y’know..I do feel calmer. Wow, you weren’t kiddin’ ‘bout that stuff- it works REAL fast.”
The darker bird smiled a bit, but there was something sly about that look in his eyes that Steelbeak couldn’t quite place. “Let’s test it out: What would you like to talk about?”
“I wanna know more about YOU.” The words fell from Steelbeak’s mouth with surprising ease. “We don’t talk ‘bout much on the clock, so, I wanna know, what sorta stuff do ya do for fun?”
“Hm, that’s pretty tame, but a good place to start, I suppose.” Domino picked up his fork, idly spinning it between his thumb and index finger as he thought the question over. “Well..I read, mostly. I also enjoy going to the shooting range- it’s a fun way to exercise and keep my skills sharp. During the winter I like to go for walks in the snow or even ice skating, if it’s cold enough. Oh, and sometimes I just like to go driving along the coast at night since it’s so quiet.”
“Sounds like a good time.” Steelbeak smiled a little, a general feeling of satisfaction coming over him. He couldn’t believe how easy that had been! He felt more relaxed now, like he had when they talked in the break room the other day, or after their mission to raid and blow up a S.H.U.S.H. base. “Never woulda pegged ya for a skater, though. Found any good places ‘round here for that?”
“The lake in the park was nice, I went there last time it snowed.” The loon had a soft smile on his face as he glanced out the window, clearly remembering the day fondly. “It was in the middle of the night, so there was no one else crowding the ice or crashing into me.”
Ah, there it was- that rare but genuine and gentle smile that made Steelbeak’s heart melt a little. “Maybe I’ll tag along next time. Haven’t gone skatin’ in ages.”
Red eyes looked back up at him, that smile growing a little more. “I’d like that.”
For a moment, they stayed like that, just smiling contently at one another.
Then, Steelbeak noticed, Domino’s shoulders began to shake the way they did when he was trying not to laugh out loud about something. “What’s so funny?”
“Well, it’s just..” Domino’s smile was turning into a grin as he continued resisting the ever-growing urge to laugh. “You know that truth serum you drank?”
“Yeah, what’s in that junk, anyway?” Steelbeak asked, his curiosity piqued now. “I mean, I’m glad it worked, but it tasted like melted toothpaste.”
Domino’s body was practically trembling, as was his voice, but he managed to get out a simple reply. “It’s peppermint oil.”
“…What?” Steelbeak blinked, unsure if he’d heard the other bird properly.
“You just drank a bottle of peppermint oil.” And the last of the loon’s resolve crumbled, allowing him to openly laugh at the baffled rooster.
“What?!” Steelbeak sputtered for a moment. He’d seriously just chugged freaking PEPPERMINT OIL?! After a few seconds of his partner laughing at him, the rooster finally groaned and let his head fall forward to hit a clear spot on the table. “Can’t believe I fell for that…why the heck would ya even HAVE that..?” Somehow it seemed more believable that the other bird would carry truth serum on him then peppermint oil.
Wiping a few laughter-induced tears from the corners of his eyes, Domino’s smile didn’t go down one bit. “Like I said, I like to be prepared for anything. Peppermint is very versatile- it can relieve nausea, help with indigestion, or just be used to freshen breath after a less than fragrant meal. I’ve also used it as a fire accelerant before.” He took notice of the way the lighter bird's shoulders were starting to tremble and his grin lessened slightly. “Hey, are you ok-?”
Before he could finish his question, Steelbeak sat up with a huge grin of his own spread across his face and started belting out his distinctively nasal laugh. “Friggin’ peppermint oil! Oh, that was good!” He had to wipe away tears of his own so he could look his partner in the eyes again. “This is why I like ya, Deedee: You keep me guessin’. I never know what t’ expect with ya. You’re exciting.”
Domino’s own smile returned. “You’re certainly not having any trouble being honest now, are you?”
Steelbeak shrugged, the huge grin still practically splitting his face. “Yeah, but it’s gonna be easier on my ego if I just keep pretendin’ it’s ‘cause of a truth serum. So, let’s keep talkin’ before I lose my nerve again- sound good?” He raised his almost empty glass towards his partner expectantly.
Domino picked up his own half-full glass and tapped it to the other’s. “That sounds good to me. Let’s talk.”
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End Notes: Just to clear up any possible confusion: Domino WAS trying to get caught spiking Steelbeak’s drink so he could bluff and get him to try it willingly- the guy knew what he was doing x3 Also, by “peppermint oil”, I’m referring to edible peppermint extract that’s used in cooking- he didn’t make Steelbeak drink an essential oil because that is dangerous xP
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Super-Bloom
(Matt King imagine)
Request: “fluff matt king related! ill take anything” from anon.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Cuteness!!! (Kinda an emotional rollercoaster so I apologize in advance! I got carried away!)
A/N: This is my first imagine so please feel free to send me feedback and more requests!
“Y/n…y/n?” You hear your boyfriend say warmly to you over the music in the car he’s driving you in. You guys have been on the road for three hours now, and as much as you wanted to continue your many wholesome conversations, the soft bass from his music, the smell of his cologne, and the views of the sun peaking over the mountains resulted in you drifting off in a deep sleep after about an hour of travelling.
The only thing on your mind was how magical his stories have been of him seeing the super-bloom when he was a little boy. The thought of little Matt running around through the flowers warmed your heart.
You flutter your eyes open at the bright sun in your direction.
“Hmm?” You hum while exhaling out of your nose, stretching.
“Hey sleepy-head,” he smiles at you. “Just wanted you to know that we’re about ten minutes away. This is the best view of the flowers so I wanted to ask if you could take some shots of this overview on my camera since I’m driving. I would myself but we reached the part of the road where it’s curvy lanes and all that. I don’t want to take any chances with your safety.”
“You don’t even have to ask, babe. Where’s your camera?”
“In my camera bag in the backseat. Oh! And can you get me an apple from the snack bag? Pretty please?”
“Of course, baby.” You giggle at him as he grabs your hand and places a soft kiss on your
knuckles.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and reach across the backseat to the snack bag to get the apple. You extend your arm to the front of the car as Matt grabs it from your hand.
“You know what I realized?” He says, taking a huge bite out of the apple.
“What’s that?”
“We’ll be together for five months tomorrow. Wow. It went by so fast!”
“Time flies when you play the same song in the car for three hours!” You plop in the passenger seat smiling lovingly, yet sinisterly at him.
“Wow! You know it’s my favourite song! Just take the picture while I listen to my jam!” He playfully whines as he turns the volume louder, blasting music in the car.
“Don’t worry! The pain starts feeling good after like ten seconds, babe!” He adds, talking about the bass rumbling your eardrums. He’s not wrong. Everything just felt right with him.
You roll the window all the way down and turn your body away from Matt, looking down the mountain at the town of Anza-Borrego. You take three pictures of the town below you, the colours of the flowers bright and alive. You close your eyes, feeling the warm wind against your skin.
“YOU SEE YOU’RE A GYPSY!” You hear Matt scream at the top of his lungs to the same song he’s been playing over and over again all morning.
You open your eyes in alert as you almost jump out of your seat.
You shift your body towards Matt and see him tapping his hands on the steering wheel to the beat of “Gypsy” by Fleetwood Mac.
You could tell that three and a half hours of this song isn’t the longest duration that he’s played this song on repeat. He’s so cute when he’s in his element. You snap a picture of your boyfriend of almost five months and start beaming at him.
He gently smiles at you immediately after he hears the click of the camera that’s facing his direction.
“Did you get my good side?” He says, playfully.
“One of the many, babe.” You reassuringly comment.
He grins even harder, causing his face to turn bright red.
After making it past the traffic of tourists, you see mountains and mountains of yellow flowers. All around are families and couples taking pictures and frolicking through the endless bushes of flowers, but you and your boyfriend found a quiet, secluded spot that’s sectioned off for camp trailers, tents, and overnight visits.
“Okay y/n,” Matt says pulling over, “what do you think?”
“Of this spot to set up our tent? Or in general?” You reply, teasingly.
“Both!”
He’s so excited to be here, you can easily tell. He’s beaming so much that his face turns into a bright tomato red colour. Matt’s been talking about taking you here since you guys went on your first date after matching on tinder. He knew that he would take you one day. And here you are.
“Babe, it’s beautiful here! It’s amazing, just like you said!”
He smiles that precious smile you know so well. You smile back at him.
“Okay so I think we should pitch the tent up, then get the sleeping bags and all of that, make sure everything’s set up for tonight, and then we can have our picnic. Sound good?”
You nod your head at him in approval. Matt’s always been one to plan ahead of time so he knows what he’s putting his energy into. He hates change, especially when it isn’t in his control. But you loved it. He was the steady lake to your ripples.
You turn around and see Matt already struggling to get everything he crammed into the car out onto the ground.
“Matt, it’s okay! Let me help you.” You reassure him.
“I just want everything to be perfect for you. I want you to have an amazing experience here without any worries, you know?” He whines.
You place your hands on his cheeks and place a gentle kiss on his soft, yet tense lips.
“Everything is perfect babe. Don’t even worry, m’kay?”
He nods at you, his eyes less worried than they were seconds before.
The two of you set up the tent under a shady tree, away from the intensity of the sun since mat gets horribly sunburned fairly easy.
You told your boyfriend he should stay in the shade and get lunch ready while you go back to the car to get everything you both needed. Thankfully, he agreed to prepare his favourite meal for you guys to enjoy.
Your stroll back to the car seemed like it was hours long, when in reality it was two minutes. The heat from the sun provided this warm, calming feeling on your skin. And the breeze from the wind was just right to view all of the flowers and trees swaying left to right all around you. The sky is a pure baby blue. Everything perfect.
You open the back door and grab your sleeping bags along with extra sets of clothes for tomorrow.
As you’re about to close the door and walk back, you head a hard buzzing coming from Matt’s phone.
You remember him telling you that his mom wanted pictures of the trip so you grab the phone to take it too him.
The phone buzzes again and you can’t help but see :
MESSAGES
Daddy Zane
“yo did you tell y/n yet or nahhhh??”
“Um tell me what?!” You think to yourself. What could Zane know that you don’t?
The walk back to Matt felt like an eternity. An anxiety-filled eternity. The moment he saw you he knew something was wrong.
“Y/n? Is everything okay?” The worry in his voice made your hands sweat even more.
“Nothing babe,” you lie. “I’m just upset because I forgot my bug spray.”
“Oh no! I think I might have some in my bag.” He searches the backpack you had just brought from the car. “Ah-ha! Here it is, my darlin’!” He waves the repellant in your face like a magic wand.
“Uh…Thanks, babe.”
“Okay so I made my favourite lunch to eat here! My mom made it for my brother and I when we were little boys.”
He busts out watermelon cubes for an appetizer, his famous pasta salad as an entrée, and homemade rice crispy treats for dessert. It was so cute how nostalgic everything he did on this trip was. But what was Zane referring to in that text?
After a long lunch and great conversations about your families and funny holiday and childhood pet stories, it got darker. Time flew by so fast, it was scary but it also felt safe. Everything feels safe for you when Matt’s around.
“Yay! The sun’s going down! Do you want to watch the sunset and play go-fish?” He playfully asks.
“Duh! I’m going to beat you at this game, King! You’re going to wish you forgot your deck of cards at home!” You start to crease your forehead and making the “I’m watching you” gesture with your fingers.
“By the sound of your voice, I kind of already am!” He busts out laughing at your confidence.
One intense round of “Go-Fish” later, and it’s dark enough to see some stars peeking from the
light-to-dark sky.
“Wow.” You say, looking up.
“I know…” Matt says observing your face.
You lay on your back on top of the blanket Matt’s mom knitted years ago for him. He eventually lays next to you, extending his arm out for you to rest your head on top for support.
The beating of his heart against your ear is all you can hear. He isn’t saying anything, but he doesn’t need to. Him laying down with you is all you could ever want at this moment.
You hear his phone buzz again from the inside of his pocket, making you lose the tranquil feeling you had seconds before.
“Who is it?” You ask as he fumbles to get his phone to silence it.
“It’s just Zane. He’s asking me about a video idea…”
“Matt…? I need to tell you something.” You make sure to tell him in the calmest voice you can provide so he won’t freak out.
“Me too. But you first! Is everything okay?” His voice is getting more shaky.
“Yeah, babe. I just-“
“Are you breaking up with me?!” He almost jumps up from his laying position.
“No! Why would you think that? Are you okay?”
His nervous laugh vibrates the both of your bodies.
“Yeah! I’m just nervous! I- I don’t know why but I am haha,” you notice him trying to calm himself down for you. “What do you need to tell me, babe?”
“I accidentally peeked at your phone.” You say, feeling somewhat ashamed.
He looks confused after you say that. “Okay? I don’t know why that’s a crime, y/n.”
“I saw a text you got from Zane. It said something like “Did you tell y/n yet?” Is there something you aren’t telling me?”
“Y/n. I promise it’s nothing to he concerned about! You know Zane. He was probably drunk for David’s vlog or something, trying to cause trouble. I wouldn’t take it personal, okay?” The reassurance in his voice calms the both of you from your past thoughts. You trust Matt. You have no reason not to.
“Okay, Matt. I trust you.” You say, snuggling into your boyfriends chest, looking back at the stars in the now-night sky.
Ten minutes pass and suddenly there’s a shower of stars above you and your boyfriend. The sights are mind-blowing. You’ve never seen a shooting star before. And you’re happy that Matt was with you for the experience.
“I can’t lie to you, y/n.” Matt softly says in your ear.
“What? What are you talking abou-“
“I love you.” He replies with quickly.
You both have never exchanged those words to each other in your months of dating. The pain from previous relationships on both ends have left so many scars for the both of you that “I love you” would be unimaginable to hear. But you felt the exact same way for him. You love him so much and he loves you. There’s no reason to hide those feelings towards him anymore.
“I love you too.” You tell him, planting a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Wait really?” He perks up from laying down with you.
“Of course! I’ve been feeling this way for so long, Matt, you have no idea.”
“Me too. That’s why I told Zane I’d tell you when the stars are racing above us. Which would explain the text you saw earlier today. I love you. And I know that we didn’t meet in the most organic way and that we’re both dealing with baggage from last relationships but wow, y/n. You light up my life like the stars do the night sky. I love you, y/n. And to know that you feel the same way makes me feel like I’m dreaming. This relationship with you has been a dream come true. And we get to spend our five month anniversary together!” He cheerfully adds.
His words made you speechless. You literally have no words to express how much you love your boyfriend. You passionately kiss him as he wraps you in a warm embrace. You slowly drift into a peaceful sleep in his arms.
“Babe. Guess what?” You hear Matt whisper to your ear.
“Yeah, babe?” You mumble.
He taps your shoulder, waking you up. You look in front of you and see his bright phone screen reading “12:00AM”
“Happy five months, y/n.”
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In a Moment
Sometimes Keith looked at Lance and he wished he could pull the Cuban boy into a firm hug that would end with the two of them sharing a kiss that would settle whatever kind of fire it was that seemed to make Keith so pent up and frustrated that he was fighting robot after robot.
Today it was Keith’s fault not Lance’s that Keith was in one of his moods. At this point he was sweating and he was standing pushing the limits with a new robot that the Garrison had set up for training the cadets. Keith’s pushing it’s blocky body to the limits though he lost count on level 15.
His brains repeating what happened with Lance this morning making that fire that much angrier. :
Keith usually woke up earlier than the rest of the team his body always seemed to be stuck with the cold sweats and chills of the nightmares that he couldn’t seem to shake. Some of them felt so real like someone had actually pulled his skin from his body and just said “BROKENESS COMES FROM THE INSIDE” but Keith didn’t know how far inside that brokeness went anymore. He’d done some healing. Krolia had spent time with him and he had seen the life that she had with him before she left. She had seen him with Voltron. His team.
So when he had woken screaming at 3:30 and Kosmo had blipped in Keith shouldn’t have been surprised. Kosmo made rounds now. He was with Keith mostly but Keith knew at some point in the night his wolf woke and checked in with the rest of the team. His soft fur came up into the bed and a soft whine escaped from Kosmo. His head came to rest on Keith’s thigh. Keith stuck his hands in the coarse fur and closed his eyes “they are just nightmares boy.” The wolf huffed and looked at Keith before nudging his hand for harder scratches and to encourage him to keep talking.
“Your a ham.” Keith muses trying to keep the smile off his face,” your like Lance.” He swallows hard at the mention of the Cuban and Kosmo whines a little. “Let’s go running.” He offers and the wolf jumps at the offer.
Keith dresses in his running gear something he managed to pull from donations that had piled in to house the refuges before the base exploded. He was fond of the black leggings and hoodie that read CLASSIC. Had Keith been normal, had their been no war he thought perhaps he might have wandered around Targets looking for outfits like these on the daily. Warm,spandex and long enough for him to hide away in while still managing movement. His Blade gear had been like that but he wasn’t at the blades. Now here he was at 3:35 in the morning running from the base of the Atlas. His breath clouding the morning air. Kosmo kept time beside him. His fur glowing warmly in the darkness. Keith didn’t know why Kosmo’s glow was so comforting against the glow of the stars. Maybe it was because he knew what was past the stars now,
The two ran each of them pushing around corners and up hills. Keith didn't think about where he was going he just thought about getting rid of the nightmares that haunted him. Kosmo understood followed eyes open ready for whatever could come barreling out of the shadows toward them. Nothing came though and the two ran until Keith was falling.
He laid out on his back looking up at the stars blood pulsing through his calves trying to find air enough to speak but he couldn’t. He just lay there panting looking at the constellation’s and Kosmo stood above him waiting. He was patient. Looking down at Keith as if to say,” What do you need?” It took a few moments but finally Keith caught his breath able to focus on one star that seemed to shine brighter than the rest,” It all looks so quiet,you’d never know there’s a mega killer alien race out there.” he whispered and Kosmo huffed an almost annoyed sound. He laid there waiting to see if the sky would change if the Mega Killer Alien Race would fall from the sky. He knew what would happen if they did though. Everyone would have to rush to their Lions to fight and Keith wasn’t ready for that just yet. He wanted to lay on the desert floor and look at the sky and pretend for a few more minutes that he was just a kid with a weird dog that theorized Aliens and had terrible nightmares about a war he never fought in.
The sun started to rise and Keith blinked groaning he sat and looked at Kosmo who sat waiting patiently. “ Take us home.” He stood leaning on his knees as Kosmo wrapped himself around Keith and Keith closed his eyes letting the wolf blip them home.
Outside the Atlas people and ships were already mobile. Keith signaled Kosmo to stay close and walked aboard his muscles aching in a warm familiar way that meant he could be okay for a while. The routine was different now most everyone took breakfast in their rooms and Keith missed the team’s cheery mealtime activities but he never said anything. He just let his heart break a little as he watched everyone kinda disappear into their own worlds after the battle.
Hunk had gone back to helping his mom and dad and finding the rest of his family. He was often found in the kitchen and working with members of the coalition. Pidge was so busy with her dad and helping the Olkari that it seemed like she was almost six places at once when they had coalition duties. Shiro had somehow mangaged to find a whole crew and become the commander of the Atlas and that was basically like having the whole Garrison at his disposal. His parental duties had multiplied not only did he have the cast of Voltron but now he had the whole team on the Atlas too. Allura and Coran were always helping with the coalition and moving with the change of things. Helping with updates, Lions, anything that needed to be done they did. They tried learning earth customs and it was funny to watch sometimes as Allura would become obsessed or Coran would try to keep up with the cadets speech.
Then there was Lance. Lance was the one that seemed to just flow with everything. He had his family and the coalition and then there were the Fans. Lance had dozens of fans they would come while he was working or running or playing with his siblings. They always wanted pictures and to ask Lance about the Lion’s (he never let anyone inside the cockpit. Not after Nyma) but he always proudly showed off red and the rest of the Lion’s and recounted the many tales of how they formed Voltron just in the nick of time.
Keith often got to watch because he would be seated in Black or working on something with the coalition and he would see Lance with the fans. It wasn't hard to say he didn’t think it was a little cute a little weird but it was still cute. Seeing Lance throwing out all the animated details of how they saved the universe time and time again. It was always the things that made Keith smile the most. It made him almost happy to see Lance in that element. It made the weeks when everyone was to busy to meet for dinner or Lunch bearable.
Keith was thinking about this when he wandered down the hall toward his room. Kosmo was blipping every few feet so Keith felt safe. He kept walking until Kosmo stopped and Keith heard Lance’s voice and Jame’s.
Keith didn’t have a problem with Jame’s as much anymore but the guy still bothered him to say the least. So Keith was quiet as he peered around the corner to see Lance and James.
Lance back was up against the wall his eyes were blown open wide the blue almost hidden by the iris of his eye. James stood above him hand above his head smiling stance relaxed but possessive. Kosmo growled and Keith didn’t stop him because it was a soft growl almost like he was saying,” I don’t know what this is but he’s not supposed to do that right?” and Keith wanted to say “yes. He’s not.” but he couldn’t.
“You’ve been avoiding me Sharpshooter.” James purred.
Lance swallowed a blush forming in his cheeks,” What am I supposed to be doing?” he asked
“ You realize we don’t have to hide here right?” James dogged challenging the question with another question.
“ I realize, but what are ‘WE’ James?” Lance inquired a pained look coming into his eyes and Keith’s heart broke a little because his voice had dropped to a smaller sadder one
James didn’t really seem to have an answer. So he grabbed Lance’s chin and dragged the Cuban’s mouth to his. Keith's heart shattered.
Kosmo blipped forward growling loudly now. And Keith tried to reach out to stop him but his hand shook. He stepped out of the corner to call him back and that’s when he felt the wetness of his face. Kosmo had begun barking,” Kosmo come. “ The two men had broken apart Kosmo had been standing between Lance and James protectively and Keith looked at Kosmo desperately.
Lance saw him though his face streaked with tears through the sad and dirt and tired,” Keith....this isn’t what it-”
“it isn’t what it looks like?” he finished for Lance and James stood glaring at Kosmo who stood protectively guarding Lance,” Hard to miss read something like a kiss Lance.”
Lance looks pained and hurt and panicked and he’s looking at Kosmo who is still guarding against James,” Keith it’s jus-”
“ IT’S A KISS RIGHT? YOU DONT HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT TO ME LANCE.” Keith is shouting every bone in his body is vibrating and all the sound in the hallway stops. Kosmo quits guarding because Keith has raised his voice,” IT’S NOT LIKE I CAN’T GET FIVE MINUTES TO HAVE DINNER WITH ANY OF YOU THESE DAYS AND HERE I FIND YOU HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO BE KISSING THE BIGGEST FUCKING ASSHOLE ON THIS SHIP.”
“ Keith I swear to god. This isn’t.. Keith I j-” Lance is lost his eyes are wide with surprise because he hadn’t expected this kind of snap.
“Everyone is so fucking busy. And It feels like I’m the only one that misses any of you anymore.... Especially you...” Keith confirms as he wipes tears from his eyes and Kosmo reattaches himself to Keith. Keith manages to find his fingers curled in his short coarse fur,” Have fun with your new boyfriend Lance...” then just as easily as Keith blipped in he blipped out leaving Lance and James alone in the hallway.
That had been hours ago. Keith had since then gone to his room and cried. He had cried because he knew he was broken, and Broken means hard to love but he had hoped one day he could be brave enough to show Lance all the broken bits and they could figure out how to glue all the rest of the pieces in place. Now though it was Keith and Kosmo and a day filled with nothing but Coalition free activities because they had a scheduled day off today and because there was no invisible maze, no Castle of Lions. Keith had to hit the Atlas training deck which was different. He couldn’t lock every door and hide all day and have Hunk call when dinner was ready. There wasn’t that option anymore. Instead he had to move past the crowds of people to a space that was unoccupied. He looked at the different devices on the walls and then he noticed the bot.
The bot seemed to be the thing people avoided. It had a little sign reading “Attempt only if you are skilled fighters,” and Keith recognized the writing as Corans. Keith stomped forward pleased to find something that would challenge him and let the gears in his head click as the muscles made him feel.
“Identification please” The bot asked as Keith took down the sign and stood level with it. People were starting to pay attention to them. Kosmo has retreated to a corner of the floor where he could easily get up but still be out of the way. Keith didn’t care.
“Keith Kogane Paladin of Voltron. “
“Identification Number”
“52623”
“Confirmed: level of difficulty expert training sequence 1. “
Keith was prepared for the attack the long metal limbs though large were still swift as they attempted to get a hold of Keith in a very Coran type manner. Keith snorted because both he and Coran knew that if hand in hand combat ensued between the two of them Keith would win.... or at least he thought he would.
This robot was easy he was still able to think and hold his ground which allowed him to reason through his fire.
Why was he angry with Lance? Because it was James? The robot took a hard punch for that thought. No. Keith knew that Lance could have chosen anyone be it Shiro or Allura or James.SO WHY DID IT MAKE HIM ANGRY?
The robot stopped briefly to muster up,” starting sequence 7.” Keith was holding it off right now with sharp blows and blocks that were filled with anger and the Robot tried to maneuver behind Keith but he saw every opportunity and stopped it.
Keith had never looked at anyone the way he looked at Lance and seeing James. So possesivly poised and kissing the perfection that was Lance; Keith wanted to crumble. Like he felt like part of him died a little bit and had been mummified and left for someone to play with outside. That’s when Keith realized HE wanted to be the one who had Lance against a wall.
Sometimes Keith looked at Lance and he wished he could pull the Cuban boy into a firm hug that would end with the two of them sharing a kiss that would settle whatever kind of fire it was that seemed to make Keith so pent up and frustrated that he was fighting robot after robot.
And this robot he was with now was locked in a block with him. There was a throng of people watching outside his mat. Their eyes were glued to his struggle with the bot. So far level fifteen seemed to be an even match for him. When the bot broke away Keith jumped back making sure to swing wide and leave himself room to settle. The adrenaline was starting to wear down his brain wasn’t distracted anymore, he was gunna need to shut this down and quickly. Keith looked for openings anything to use to his advantage that’s when he saw Lance.
Lance stood at the corner of the mat. His eyes were red rimmed and his nose was pink. Keith stopped completely his eyes fixed on the boy knowing he had been crying. It was ugly and he knew Lance hated when people saw him like this. So why? Why would the Cuban go out of his way?
“End training sequence” he called and the bot stopped all eyes around the mat looked at one another and then slowly they started to disperse. Lance stayed watching Keith.
There was Silence and Keith looked at the bayard in his hand. “You went running this morning... Keith all this training isn’t good for you...” Lance mused trying to start on something anything.
Keith shrugged,”I hardly ate before I met you guys...”Lance flinched and looked at the mat again and ran his hands through his hair. Keith loved Lances hair. He thought it was soft like a bunny’s.
“Keith...I-I’m sorry...” Lance stated clearly crossing the mat to join him. Keith almost wished he hadn’t because he wanted to draw lance into his arms and say it was okay. He wanted to hold him and not let go.
Lance had James though... so Keith bit his lip,” I’m sorry you guys were having a private moment and I wrecked it.” He responded. His hands hurt and he realized he’d dig holes with his nails into his skin.
“We weren’t though Keith... Jame’s into me, but...he only wants one thing from me.” Lance offered trying to sooth. It must have looked like he was going to cry again,” he makes me buy my own bandaids and drinks and he’s not intrested in if I like cake or pie or if Garlic knots go with every meal.” Lance was crying his tears were we’re hitting the mat and Keith eyes were wide,”he doesn’t yell at me when I get hurt, or ask me about Red’s weird lullaby’s. He doesn’t call me an asshole or a spazz, tell me not to miss my shots.”
Keith’s heart was beginning to ache and weep. The walls he had were shaking because these were things specific to him and Lance. He asked him once if Red had been singing to him yet and the Paladin had been in awe almost relieved thinking perhaps he’d been crazy and this was a new thing. Keith remembered how his eyes had danced then. He wanted them to dance again.
Yet he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop teasing, the poking fun because once upon a time that’s what had made them a team and Keith had hoped he was going to get those eyes to dance for him and here they were filled with tears. He was an idiot.
Keith swallowed every ounce of his pride and stepped forward. His head bowed. People were watching but they were all at a distance to far away and for once in his life Keith didn’t care what anyone thought. He wanted Lance to feel safe...and like someone cared.
His careful fingers full of dirt and sweat reached forward to unwrap the arms that Lance had so carefully wound around himself. His skin was so smooth and he was warm. Keith was gentle. Gentler than he’d ever been as he pulled those long arms apart. Once they were apart he carefully wrapped them around his waist. His fingers shook as he reached around Lance to pull him closer.
He smelled like sunshine. Like sunshine and old spice shampoo that shouldn’t even be a thing anymore and mint. Keith’s fingers found Lances hair and he tried not to gasp at how soft it was the dark brown strands were silken against his fingers and just like that the red Paladin was nestled into the crevice of Keith’s neck and shoulder sobbing. The
Lance clutched Keith tighter like he was some kind of life raft that was keeping him from falling to pieces. “He’s not you Keith. I love you...not James.” Lance was nestling closer still crying and Keith heart was soaring.
He clutched the Paladin in his arms tighter than he’d ever clutched anything in his life. Closer than he clutched anything in his life.
“Your my spazz... you do things without thinking. Your skins so annoyingly soft and you always know what to say when I don’t...You can manage a room full of children when I can’t even get Kosmo to listen. I suck at people... at loving... but god Lance I love you. I always have... I’m sorry I yelled... I’m sorry for being difficult to handle. I’m sorry I’m not emotional and affectionate like Hunk is... I’m sorry for a lot of things.. but this is who I am and not a single inch of me doesn’t love or care about you.” Keith let it all out closing his eyes just cherishing holding the boy in his arms because heaven knew if he would ever get the chance again.
Lance had stopped crying he was listening and Keith hoped that somehow Lance couldn’t hear the pounding of Keith’s heart. Keith kissed the spot on Lance’s head he could reach and closed his eyes tilting his head back hoping and praying to his lion to anyone willing to listen that he got to keep this moment for a while.
Lance shivered and drew away. Keith knew his moment was ending. He wasn’t sure what to expect so when he was met with blue eyes staring at him intently he just smiles a soft smile. Keith wants to kiss Lance he does but he doesn’t know if Lance wants him to yet so he settles and kisses his forehead not knowing what he’s supposed to do.
Lance continues looking at him,” you know your supposed to kiss me right?” And their is not one ounce of shame in the boy whose looking at him cheeks pink nose pink eyes red and Keith is blinking.
“Y-you actually want me to?” He stammers and a red color starts to creep up his neck.
“Oh. My. God. Did the Keith Kogane just ask if I actually wanted to kiss him.” Lance took a step back and Keith wanted to grip his waist and drag him back. He didn’t want Lance to leave his arms, not yet.
He reached forward desperate,” Lance...” he wasn’t sure what to say. His face was red and he kept his eyes down,” come back here... please...”Lance smiled and came back and Keith took his hand. The red Paladin was smiling.
Keith closed his eyes and set his forehead firmly against the other boys. He had kissed people before plenty of times but this was different. Lance was different. He wasn’t someone Keith just wanted to kiss he WANTED to kiss him. He’d thought about it maybe a hundred times since he’d met Lance. Every time he pictured it being something romantic and soft sweet. Not him covered in sweat, shaking, holding him afraid to move forward.
Lance waited silent willing to be patient knowing that Keith needed a moment,” if you don’t want to it’s okay Keith.” Keith could sense the patience but he could almost feel the hurt too. He knew Lance. He saw the affectionate and the loving personality. So he stopped breathing for a moment and thought of the number ten and counted backwards. Lance waited and he was patient keeping his forehead pressed to Keith and rubbing small circles in his hands. Just the presence was calming for him.
Keith opened his eyes and gently touched Lance’s cheek. Lance waited eyes patient searching his as gaze met Keith’s and his breath met his. All it took was Keith closing his eyes and reaching forward and his lips were there touching Lances. Lances lips were so soft and warm and Keith felt like he had been swallowed by some kind of vacume as he was kissing Lance.
Lance melted to Keith he pushed close curling an arm around the taller boys neck and leaning forward. The two met each other kiss for kiss, breath for breath. Keith realized he wouldn’t be able to let go of Lance in that moment. He knew; that he needed him. That somehow this cuban asshole who challenged every minute of his patience. Made him scared of a thing like a kiss. He couldn't let him go. Not for one second.
The broke apart and the room erupted in cheers and Keith had to admit he had completely forgotten about the audience. “ Shiro’s gunna kill us.”
Lance laughed kissing his cheek and Kosmo bounded forward to join their moment.
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Sacred in the Moment
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“I wanna kiss you everywhere,” Swoops murmurs, his lips tickling Kent’s jaw as he speaks.
“Everywhere?” Kent asks, only half-listening. They’ve been making out on his couch for twenty minutes and Swoops has both hands on Kent’s ass. Higher brain functions have been out the window for a while.
“Mm, everywhere.” Swoops punctuates this with a gentle bite.
And because Kent can’t pass up any opportunity to be a dick, he says, “Even Omaha, Nebraska?”
Swoops pulls his head up. “What.”
“Salt Lake City, Utah?” Kent continues, making his eyes wide as though scandalized. “Steak N Shake?”
“Stop.”
“Blockbuster?”
Swoops groans and pinches his ass through his jeans. It barely hurts but Kent yelps anyway. “I was being romantic, you dickweed.”
“Sorry. It was too easy.” Kent knows he’s grinning too much for a believable apology.
“You’re such a pain,” Swoops grumbles fondly, and kisses him.
Columbus, OH
Losing is never fun. Losing in Columbus isn’t as awful as, say, losing in Pittsburgh, but it still sucks. The Aces are subdued the next morning as they haul their luggage out of the hotel, onto the airport shuttle, and onto the plane. Most of them find their usual seats and settle in for a nap, a movie, or a game of cards. Swoops’ normal seat isn’t next to Kent, it’s a few up ahead, so Kent is surprised when Swoops slips into the spot beside him.
“I’m not gonna be good company,” Kent warns.
“That’s fine, I’m not staying. Just wanted to give you something.”
“Oh?” Kent’s eyes still feel sticky with sleep and his heart is heavy from the shutout. He doesn’t realize what Swoops is doing until he feels the light pressure of lips against his temple.
“Everywhere,” Swoops says, giving Kent a gentle smile, and then he gets up and heads down the aisle.
Kent doesn’t figure out what Swoops meant by that until their plane is touching down on Ottawa tarmac. When he does, he blushes so hard his cheeks hurt.
Oh. Everywhere.
BB&T Center, Miami, Florida
“Your tie’s crooked, c’mere.”
Kent looks down at himself, trying to see what Swoops is talking about.
“Just c’mere, will you?” Swoops is waving him away from the door to the locker room, which is already full of their teammates pulling off their game day suits and getting ready for warmups.
Kent rolls his eyes and goes over. “I’m taking it off in like, a minute.”
“Aren’t you the captain? Set an example.” Swoops messes with Kent’s collar and makes a few (minor) adjustments to the angle of Kent’s tie. “There.”
“You did literally nothing—” Kent begins to protest, but shuts up when Swoops reels him in by his tie and kisses him. The pressure is light, barely there, and gone in less than a second. After all, they’re alone in the hall but anyone could walk by.
Swoops drops Kent’s tie and winks. “Everywhere. Even outside the locker room.” Then he grins. “You’re blushing really hard.”
“You surprised me,” Kent sputters.
“Better stay on your toes, then.” Swoops pats his shoulder and heads into the locker room alone.
Kent stands outside and fans his face for a couple minutes before he feels like he can go in without being chirpped to death.
The Blind Badger, Anaheim, California
Kent quickly figures out that there’s no logic to the locations where Swoops will choose to kiss him. Sometimes it’s by city, sometimes by arena, sometimes it’s just random. Kent also finds out that he’s not allowed to play. He sneaks into Swoops’ hotel room one night in a desperate attempt to end the week-long dry spell they’ve been forced to have, and when he tries to say, “Everywhere, even your hotel room in Dallas,” Swoops just shakes his head and says, “Doesn’t work like that, Parse.”
So it’s Swoops’ thing, just his. Kent doesn’t mind. It’s embarrassing as hell, because he cannot stop himself from blushing like a fool every time it happens, but he doesn’t mind.
He’s starting to look forward to it.
The Aces go to Anaheim and win handily, 5-2, and then go out to celebrate. They’ve got their choice of bars, and end up in a place that one of the guys found on Yelp, called “The Blind Badger.”
“This place is classy as fuck,” Carl announces when they get in.
“When you’re right, you’re right,” Swoops drawls, although Kent is looking around and he can’t say that Carl’s wrong. The bartenders are wearing ties and serving flaming martinis. Most people here are wearing at least business casual attire.
Their group gets a table and orders their first and second rounds. The bar’s atmosphere keeps them from getting too rowdy, but it’s impossible to smother the full force of their volume. Fortunately, the bar is crowded enough that the worst of their noise is drowned out.
Three rounds and a burger later, Kent hauls himself out of his seat while calling, “I’m going to the bathroom, nobody drink my beer.”
He’s no sooner through the door labeled “Gentlemen” than Swoops is right there with him.
“Swoops, what—Oh no, dude, we’re basically in public—”
Swoops kisses him anyway. Hot, wet, and filthy. Kent almost chokes on the amount of tongue in his mouth. His back bumps the door and he yelps, which becomes a low, needy whine when Swoops pushes a thigh right there.
It’s over before Kent can even think to retaliate.
Swoops steps back, smirking, and licks his lips before wiping them with the back of his hand. Then he gestures to Kent’s crotch and says, “You’ve got...”
Kent doesn’t need to look, he can feel his own dick getting fat in his pants. “Who’s fault is that?!”
“Not mine. I was never here. I never kissed you in the men’s bathroom at a bar.”
“You absolutely did, and now I’m horny as fuck. You better make this up to me later. You owe me.”
“I will.” Swoops is still smiling, the dick. “You gonna let me out?”
Kent moves away from the door, but not without getting in a hard smack on Swoops’ ass as he goes by.
The Marriott, Montreal, Canada
They’re both stupid, is the problem.
They join a group of guys watching a movie in Kelly’s room. They don’t sit together—Kent shoves his way onto the bed and Swoops takes up a spot at the foot of an armchair. But they’re in the same room, still together, and even having five other teammates in the room with them heckling their way through Fifth Element, they can catch each others’ eyes and share a smile and that sense of, Oh, hello.
After Corbin Dallas has met LeeLoo (but before the Diva sings her solo) Swoops gets up and says, “I’m hitting the vending machine.”
There are scattered requests for Doritos and Snickers and Diet Pepsi, and half a dozen other things that aren’t on any of their meal plans. Kent grabs his wallet and says, “I’ll go with you.”
The halls are empty, just miles of off-white walls and eye-smarting geometric red carpet. A dimly-lit alcove hides the ice dispenser and two vending machines, one for drinks and one for snacks. It’s not exactly romantic. But as Kent is feeding dollars in and eyeing his chocolate options, Swoops takes his arm and says softly, “Hey.”
Kent looks up, and Swoops kisses him. It’s soft and lingering, the kind of kiss that makes Kent feel peeled open. Like Swoops is seeing Kent raw and he likes what he sees. It makes Kent feel wanted, cherished.
"With Hershey's as my witness," Swoops murmurs.
Kent chokes on a laugh, which makes Swoops giggle, and it's so goddamn cute that Kent has to pull him back in. They kiss through their smiles, each of their hands finding places to latch on: a hip, a shoulder, a back pocket. Kent loves that Swoops makes him feel like this, like Kent is something to be sought out and savored. He wants to say "fuck the movie" and drag Swoops back to his room.
Then someone says, way too close, “Are you guys—oh, my god.”
They break apart. It’s Scraps.
Kent can feel the blood draining out of his own face. He feels numb.
Scraps is still standing there, slack-jawed, his eyes wider than Kent ever thought they could go.
“S-scraps,” Swoops says. “Buddy—”
“You guys were kissing."
Kent grapples with words. “I, uh. No we weren't.”
“You were kissing in the hallway,” Scraps says, like he’s talking about an alien encounter in a cornfield. “Like, kissing. Are you guys, you know, together? Or is it just—what’s it, blowing off steam? ‘Cause I never did it but I heard a lot of guys in Juniors—”
“How ‘bout you fuck off ‘cause it’s none of your business?” Swoops cuts in, his glare cold.
Kent puts a hand on Swoops’ arm and gives him a look meant to convey Back the hell off, man. To Scraps, he says, “Can we talk about this later? Please? And... maybe don’t tell the guys? Or like, anyone?”
Still giving Swoops a befuddled frown, Scraps nods. “Sure.” He holds up a dollar bill. “Can I buy some pretzels?”
So they move aside to let Scraps buy his pretzels. Kent pats him on the shoulder and says, “Don’t tell the guys?”, to which Scraps repeats, “Sure,” and heads back to the room.
Kent heaves a sigh of relief. “Well, fuck.” Then he gives Swoops a gentle-but-not-that-gentle punch to the arm.
“Ow! The hell?”
Kent punches numbers into the vending machine and squats to pick his M&Ms out of the slot. “You didn’t have to be such a dick.”
“Oh yeah, sorry for being scared outta my mind. How long do you think this is gonna stay quiet? It’s Scraps, for crying out loud! This is the guy who spent a whole day pondering out loud whether a ton of bricks weighed more than a ton of feathers and still didn’t come up with an answer!”
“Wow, and you are still being a dick.”
Swoops waves both hands angrily, hard enough to nearly send his handful of snacks flying. “How are you so calm?!”
Kent sighs. “Because it’s Scraps. He’s a good guy, he won’t rat us out. Christ, Swoops, you know that. You wanna tell me why you’re freaking out so badly?”
Swoops grinds his teeth for a second, then says, “No.”
“No, you don’t know, or no, you don’t wanna tell me?”
“No, I don’t want to tell you. It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
“So?”
Kent gapes. “Fine, then.” He turns on his heel and heads back to the room, alone.
Later, when Swoops comes back and hands out goodies, Kent doesn’t look at him. He doesn’t acknowledge Swoops for the rest of the night, and when he wakes up the next morning still mad, he doesn’t talk to Swoops on the bus or the plane, either.
Saint Paul, Minnesota
Eventually the sting of the spat wears off. It has to; if they don’t let it dissipate, it could fuck with team dynamics, and nothing is worth that. Kent is a captain first and a lover second. When they’re on the road, facing down December and an agonizingly slow but steady drop down the Western Conference rankings, he has to be.
They don’t talk about what happened in front of the vending machine in the Marriott in Montreal, though. It chafes at Kent, the memory of dismissal in that single, “So?” But Scraps doesn’t tell anyone and that seems to satisfy Swoops, and if there’s no active disagreeing going on, Kent has to assume it’s all fine.
"Are you guys fighting?" Scraps asks Kent at a team dinner. "You and Jeff?" Everyone around them is stuffing their faces and drinking, because they’d just lost that afternoon on account of a truly embarrassing couple of empty-net goals.The bar has three blaring TVs and most of them are half drunk. None of them are listening.
"No.”
Scraps looks surprised. “Really? You guys are always together, and now you’re...not.” He glances down the table, where Swoops is laughing loudly at something Tads has just said and stuffing cheese sticks in his mouth. Then he leans in close and says something so quiet that Kent can’t make it out.
“Bud, I can’t hear you.”
The volume comes up a notch. “I said, did you guys break up?”
Kent’s immediate response is to shake his head and exclaim, “No!” but what’s horrifying is that his first thought is, Wait, did we?
Their game hasn’t suffered, at least. Kent wouldn’t place the blame of tonight’s loss on him and Swoops not clicking on the ice.
But he’s acutely aware that Swoops hasn’t kissed him since Montreal, and that... scares him, actually. He hadn’t let himself think about it but he is now and when he looks at Swoops sitting a few feet (it feels like miles) away, drinking and eating and not seeking Kent out with his eyes the way he usually would...
It’s a black hole in Kent’s chest.
Shit.
Providence River, Providence, Rhode Island
“Can we talk?” Kent asks—pleads, really, the morning of the game. Half the team is still asleep upstairs in their rooms, the other half eating breakfast and fully distracted by coffee and their phones. Kent is not a morning person, but Swoops is. Kent had set his alarm for this god-awful hour so he’d have a shot at getting Swoops alone.
Swoops has been wearing an expression like he was expecting this since he spotted Kent coming out of the elevator. But he just sighs, says, “Yeah, sure,” and puts his empty plate aside. “Where?”
“Let’s take a walk,” Kent suggests.
They grab cinnamon rolls and cups of coffee for the road and leave the hotel. Nobody expects the Aces to go anywhere this early, so the front lobby and entrance are clear. Kent steers them in the direction of the Providence River. Swoops might know where they’re going, he might not. Still, he follows without question or complaint.
With the sun barely in the sky and the area not residential, they have the sidewalks mostly to themselves. Kent asks, without preamble, “Did we break up?”
Swoops nearly spits out his coffee. “What? No!” His eyes are wide. “Wait, are you saying you want—”
“No! No.”
“Okay.” Swoops takes a careful breath. “Okay. Good. I don’t want to.”
“Me neither.”
Kent leads them left at an intersection, and it’s only a few more minutes before the river comes into view. There’s a bike path following it, lined with white railing and skeletal trees bereft of their leaves. It’s November but unseasonably warm—or at least what passes for “warm” in Rhode Island at this time of year. Kent’s sweatshirt and his coffee are keeping him from feeling the brunt of the morning chill. The sun is rising over the city, breaking it into blocky shadows and streaks of light.
They walk, finishing their cinnamon rolls and draining their coffees and then dumping the remains in a public trashcan. The silence drags on.
Swoops breaks it. “I know what I said, I know how it came off, and I’m sorry. I’m also sorry I wasn’t sorry earlier. I’m just... I don’t know. I was pissed off.”
Kent hates to ask, but he does. “At me?”
There’s a small, awful pause preceding Swoops’ response. “No.”
“Scraps, then? ‘Cause it’s not his fault he saw us—”
“I’m not pissed at Scraps. Or maybe ‘pissed’ isn’t the right word, I don’t know. I just—him showing up reminded me, is all. That it’s not safe to kiss you everywhere.” Swoops blows out a frustrated breath and rubs his eyes. “I would, you know? I’d kiss you in front of other people. I’d kiss you anywhere, in front of everyone, if I...could.” His eyes are going glassy and he quickly wipes the wetness away.
“Holy shit, are you—?” Kent says, but doesn’t wait for a response before pulling Swoops into a tight hug.
Swoops’ returning grip is like a bearhug. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Kent holds him close as long as he dares. Then he pulls back and meets Swoops’ gaze. “So, you like me, don’t you.”
“Of course I like you.”
“You really, really like me.”
“I’m fucking crazy about you,” Swoops huffs. “Okay?” He’d be more convincingly exasperated if his face wasn’t blotchy and his eyes weren’t still damp.
“I’m fucking crazy about you, too,” Kent admits, even though it feels like diving in front of a Zdeno Chara slapshot. Being around Swoops has the side-effect of making Kent brave to the point of stupidity. “So don’t stop kissing me all over North America, okay? You said everywhere. I want everywhere.”
Swoops might cry again, from the look of him. Kent can’t believe he’s been best friends with this guy for half a decade and never known what a soft heart Swoops has. “I’ll do my best,” Swoops says.
Kent wants so badly to take his hand. “Come on,” he says instead. “Let’s find a really thick bunch of trees and kiss behind them.”
“That’s basically in public,” Swoops protests, but Kent can’t help noticing that he follows along as soon as Kent starts walking again. “I’m not helping you do something that stupid.”
“Well, fine. Where do you wanna kiss me?”
Swoops puts an arm over Kent’s shoulders—casual enough to be ‘just friends’ but close enough for Kent to feel his warmth—and smiles. “I’ll see what comes to me.”
#parswoops#troyson#i am so tired rn#just trying to empty out my wip box#there are so many#fanfic#oneshot#can't remember the tumblr post that inspired this#if you find it please link it to me#omgcp
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