#did get the cream filled bread tho

[miss-floral-thief]

No churros today

#did get the cream filled bread tho #and the flan has two options #surprised rthr smaller one was half #despite being made in house #I would’ve expected only like a one dollar diff #but it is one of those self serve places so each individual thing is cheaper #tjo rhe already packaged stuff would be more #shame I didn’t leave right away after uncle Gabe me money #so I could enjoy eating it at the lake before going home #I can prolly have some but sunset might be soon

[nerenda]

It's been such a delight playing through the Harveston event and actually recognizing a lot of the foods they mention.

I may have missed some of them, but here's some of the things Epel & co have been enjoying (from a Finnish perspective, Swedes and other neighbors feel free to add on any differences you may have).

Jade's mushroom soup made of red and brown, wrinkly mushrooms: made from Gyromitra esculenta. In Finnish, we literally call that one "ear mushroom". You have to be real careful preparing it, as the mushrooms are toxic and can be deadly (how appropriate for Jade), but we do make food out of it. Never had it myself, tho.

Sandwich cake (or smörgåstårta in Swedish) they did pretty much explain in the event. Slices of bread with savory fillings such as fish or meat, a coating of for example cream cheese, and some garnishes on top. For us it is considered perhaps a little old-fashioned, but unless you're trying to be all hip it is quite common to have it on festive occasions.

They weren't too specific about the fish soup, but I would assume this. Cubes of fish and potatoes, perhaps some carrots, milk or cream and some dill.

For the racing snacks, we had brined salmon, presumably gravlax (or graavilohi in Finnish). "Raw" in that it has been cured rather than cooked. Typically served in thin slices on top of (rye) bread.

And of course we must have rye bread, one of the things that Finns tend to crave while abroad. We have several different kinds, soft and hard, different shapes, but all with plentiful amounts of rye.

Epel's got a good taste with the oven pancakes (pannukakku in Finnish), I really enjoy those as well. They're also easy to make: no need to futz with the frying pan, just pour the batter in the pan and bake. Especially nice when you get them nice and thick and soft. Often served with jam and/or whipped cream.

Let me tell you tho, seeing them eat all these things sure got me hungry too.

#twisted wonderland #harveston #I somehow managed to fumble the first version of this post into the void so here we go again 🙃

[blackbloodredpepper]

Headcanons: but a Lot

I made a pinterest board for the belchers & co. and saved pics that i feel represent the characters lol and they have inspired me and my latest Bobby borger headcanons :) enjoy

Linda

You would think that bob would have the wicked classic rock cd collection but irl that is our lovely lady Linda

She isn't the BIGGEST classic rock fan but her dad was and she just kinda picked it up

makes her feel nostalgic, y'know

but generally she's more of an 80s pop and show tune enthusiast

and she’s def an overall kinda gal

With a classic red long-sleeve? Yes pls

when she wasn’t allowed to keep buying porcelain babies she switched to ceramic birds for a little while

And she fs has a bird feeder hanging outside the kitchen window

Linda sometimes gets her nails done

Bright red and LONG

sometimes a french tip but that’s only when she’s not feeling the long guys

And red lipstick is a must ofc

she discovered that red was her colour and just let it overtake her

Cherry pie and a little bit of ice cream go a long way in her book

But her fav food and breakfast most days (when neither she or Bob are in the mood too really cook) is Tomato toast

Sometimes with cream cheese, but mostly just toasted with butter and season with salt and pepper

She just can’t get enough of it she loves tomatoes and she loves bread so it just works

The medicine cabinet in the bathroom is full of her clutter and crap lol

No true medicine to be found (other than bob’s prescribed pills ofc)

lots of nail polish, for when she can’t afford to get her nails done

One for her bday gene made her a ceramic tooth trinket box

to keep all of his teeth in, obviously

Keeps forcing her family on “quick” three hour hikes

she STILL tries to knit, esp after how great the kids’ reactions were to the one she made for Christmas

Whenever she and the kids are waiting around for bob to make thanksgiving dinner she puts on the thanksgiving day parade on TV

her fav float is snoopy

Ideal boblin date? Wine in the eve on the beach with chocolate and strawberries

she one time heard some teenager say that they were “frickin’ zazzed” and now she says it all the time

She doesn’t know cut her some slack 😭

It makes Louise pee herself laughing lmao

When Linda is behind the grill she gives the burgers ketchup smileys

One time she got drunk and made a pope hat out of paper and tried to put it on little king trash mouth

….it went about as well as you would expect…

Bob!!

Bob tries to do the NYT crossword

Unsuccessfully

When he gets his new phone she discovers the mini cross words and the app

linda literally could not get him to turn the phone off lmfaoo

eventually tho he gets her into wordle and now they play together nightly

I say they play 'together' but they actually play against each other

Like, hardcore

His fav. Halloween candy that the kids would get are those burger gummies

The kids had never actually had one until Gene hid a few in his socks bcs Bob would take them all before they even had the chance

he’s a cool dad. (tm)

Bob’s got this one Jean jacket that is so filled with holes it’s unsightly

But he just will not get rid of it lol

Why? Who knows

his ideal thanksgiving dinner is one of those idealistic 70s thanksgiving ads

Genuinely bob’s heaven

once for his bday he was served a burger with candles in it

linda thought it was funny

(so did bob)

i think that he secretly loves making spaghetti

Esp spaghetti Bolognese idk it just feels like a very Bob coded dish

When he serves the kids eggs and bacon he makes them a little smiley face AWWWH

Louise gave him a world’s okayest dad mug which he uses

Frequently

the glove compartment in the car has one of those flip through cd cases and it is just FULL of pirated cds lol

In his younger days he was a big fan of Levi’s jeans

He’s saved them all for when Gene is big enough to wear them

Or whichever of his other kids are interested ofc he doesn’t judge

Hates that Linda let’s the kids watch the thanksgiving day parade

He just thinks that it perpetuates the fact that thanksgiving has turned into a capitalist’s dream

“It’s the principle, Lin!”

Louise

One time Gloria gave her one of those sand animals (ykno the ones)

And now she can’t get enough of them

I also firmly believe that she never gets her ears pierced lol

But she was incredibly tempted to when she saw those spiky rainbow earrings in Clair’s

Secretly Louise fs enjoys linda and Gene’s spa days and facial routines and she often participates

Hair wrapped up in a towel, face mask and everything

when linda makes them all go on those loooong “short” hikes Louise occasionally finds a bone or two

Which she (incorrectly) bleaches and keeps in her room obvi

If it were up to her shoes would be a never

Loves the feeling of grass on her feet

When she was a toddler Linda would put her in those purple jelly sandals

Sensory hell for her

BEGS Bob and linda for a hamster or Guinea pig or ANYTHING but alas, fails miserably

Chronic frog catcher

Gene, who is terrified of frogs, hates it

genuinely the bane of his existence

she eventually upgrades the walkie talkies to further range ones

Bob one time went into a comic book store and found a gummo figurine and gave it to Louise and she loves it

But he did have to convince her to keep it in the box

“It could be worth A LOT one day Louise”

Louise got into rainbow loom

Not as a fun little hobby but as a black market business

frond caught her tho so rip that

As a “middle schooler” she collects anime figurines

the cute ones, not the sex ones

As well as horror movie figurines

When she was a kid she was obsessed with those light up shoes lmao

Personally I believe that Louise eventually needs braces for a couple years

But she convinces Bob and Linda that she loves/wants to keep her gap tooth so they get them removed early

Collects silly bands

Always covered in bandaids (but like, the colourful kind)

She eventually starts to paint her nails

Each finger is a dif colour

She likes to collect creepy porcelain dolls too

She’s a big collector, if you couldn’t tell

Paul frank t shirts for daaaayyyys

Big graphic novel/manga reader

She almost convinced Bob to let her get a frog

But again, gene

She hates socks but I firmly believe that she will wear tights/stockings if she absolutely has to

Has a few of bobs old band tees (gene has most of them)

Went through a phase where she constantly drew shit with chalk outside the restaurant

Some of it was cute, some of it was plans for world domination

Tina also gave her a little star necklace for her 13th bday and Louise literally never takes it off

(cuties pies)

Big graphic novel enjoyer

and im hoping this isn't too niche but she really enjoys courtney crumrin specifically

I may be projecting here a little tho bcs that was MY fav graphic novel when I was her age lmao

Gene

Has three tamagotchi pets that he keeps on a keychain that he keeps in his pockets/backpack

So. Many. Hawaiian shirts.

Loves super hero comics

Not a graphic novel fan though

Also likes collecting super hero action figures

Sour patch kids are his fav candie

Has the most narrow bed

has to sleep with a fan on at all times

not just cuz the noise makes his senses go brrr and helps him sleep

but because he is also a very sweaty boy

twinning with tina fr

Huge 80s vibe always

All of his pencils have bite marks all over them lol

Genes a nervous test taker

his palms get sweaty knees weak arms are heavy

on that note, he lowkey gets into rap

any rap: mumble, freestyle, mainstream

He wears his red converse until they literally falls of his feet

Has buttons and pins on all of his jackets/sweaters

Yugio fan??

Wears his white socks in the grass all the time

Drives linda CRAZY

Over alls are a staple in his wardrobe

same with flannel button ups

Bob thrifts Gene an acoustic guitar for his 14th bday

so he learns to play the guitar! He’s kind of a natural

okay so he's not THAT good but he's good enough

He also gets a cheap mini synth at some point and it replaces the casio just a little bit

Has to get braces and sticks to it

The bands are always funky colours, often in a rainbow order

Has a bunch of vintage Jean jackets

After his red converse finally fall apart he transfers to blue knock off converse with orange laces

Has at least three bags full of discount candy at all times

He went through a space phase so he’s got planet stickers on the wall by his bed

Gets a cassette player and tapes for his bday at some point

From Linda

And at some point thrifts himself doc martens

Obsessed with the muppets

Esp animal and janice

Lana stan

(Sorta)

Tons of bobs old band tees

becomes a SoundCloud rapper as a joke

But why is he lowkey good 😭

Gets a pink bike

“I’m cool bcs my mom says so”

Thrifts himself a cheapo electric guitar and covers it in stickers

Sounds like shit but tbh it works

Tina-Bina

When she was little Linda made her a canopy for her bed

It’s kinda patchy but that’s okay it suits her

Tortoise shell glasses become her jam in high school

Still has a classic black pair as a backup

Always worried

Has a notebook/journal on her at ALL TIMES

Multiple unicorn figures

And porcelain horses (from Linda ofc)

Her chariot doll stays on her desk and/or nightstand

Her room is a hot pink, not a baby pink lol

It’s a little obnoxious

Loves lip smacker

Never gets rid of her bangs

But she does grow her hair out a little bit past her shoulders

Thinks it makes her look older

Paul frank t shirts that she hands down to Louise over time

Emergency phone becomes her phone lol

She does put a horse sticker on the back and she loves it

MLP themes pencil case is the mlp think she owns

Most of her school supplies is horse related, tho

Lisa frank stickers

Likes the classic vintage my little pony dolls

“Ugh”

Horse shaped birthday cake

Teal nail polish when she’s feeling fancy

But she consistently has clear polish on

Makes Tina feel classy

She lowkey collects plastic farm animals lol

She read the perks of being a wallflower once and it became her whole personality for about two weeks

Blue collared shirts with jean shirts

Or an overall dress

Has a locket with a drawing of jerico that she made

She wears it pretty often lol

Jimmy jr’s school photo sits snugly on the other side

Loves 80s windbreakers

Her fav is blue with a yellow stripe across the shoulders

Star shaped barrette that Louise found for her on the sidewalk lmao

Called herself ‘ghost girl’ while she was pretending to be a so-called bad girl

Poofy 80s pink prom dress that’s passed down to her from Linda

Can write in cursive rlly well

So many unicorn plushies

Put beads on her shoe lacss

She has three blue t shirts with an embroidered rainbow on them

She loves them and wears them all the time

Enjoys playing solitaire

Still big into drinking coffee lol

Linda made her a pony keychain out of felt and she uses it as an accessory

i.e. hangs it off of her overall dress, belt loop, backpack, etc

swiftie?? she just vibes with the music so hard

esp folklore

"IM A MIRRORBALLLLL"

She's so sweet and relatable i just love Tina so much

#bob’s burgers #bob belcher #tina belcher #louise belcher #linda belcher #gene belcher #bobs burgers #bob’s burgers headcannon #fangirl #headcannons #i love bob so much #i love louis so much #i love tina #bobs burgers supremacy

[yellowmagicalgirl]

ღ for your favorite ship!

I want you to know that I couldn't choose, so I wrote out 6 different ships and rolled a d6. I then got a 5 which got me thorarlo, aka Thora Tavin/Arlo Fletcher from the actual play Khyber Shards.

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Thora; she also will fall asleep later than he does. Guilt haunts her too much to sleep.

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Arlo; Thora's more likely to grab a slice of bread and some tea than make an actual breakfast.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: It's nothing fancy but because Thora's the one who's awake she's more likely to (unless she's sick enough to quarantine herself in their room)

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Neither because they live and work at a boarding school and the children really need to be supervised (and so do the rest of the staff, who are college-aged PC's and will bring home a pet murderbeast or something)

Who chooses the movies: their world doesn't have movies but if it did then Arlo

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Thora

Who orders lunch: Arlo because I see him as less likely to skip a meal

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Arlo does it more often and earns an eye roll. Thora has enough rogue levels that when she steals food he doesn't notice.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Honestly either of them. They are running on coffee and should nap more.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Their home is their workplace so both, though Thora almost never interrupts a class.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Thora

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: If photos existed in this world (and were publicly available) then Thora... and if they were difficult to procure spy technology she would still want to take a photo even tho she won't

Who cooks dinner: They trade off (and the rest of the staff is on the trade-off schedule when they're not away on a mission)

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Arlo, since he just uses prestidigitation to make it go very quickly

Who stays up until 2 reading: Doing paperwork/grading? Both of them on occasion. Reading for pleasure? On rare occasion Arlo, but he's too tired most of the time.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Thora, both because she's a former spy and because she has enough insomnia/is a light enough sleeper anyways

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Thora

Send me a ღ and I’ll fill this out about a ship

#khyber shards #eberron #answered ask #elizabethemerald

[purplecraze]

Beauty and the Beast AU 24

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 12:37 AM

despite the cold; nara was giggling and running around so much that he almost didnt felt it

"Pff- Shit- The jam-" he giggled

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 12:38 AM

sorry, Fugo will be needing more of a brake than just that. He took full chance of the opportunity as the other stumbled to bury him in snow

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 12:47 AM

"Ok ok you win!" He laughed grabbing the now cool pot

"Lets go inside before this turns into strawberry icecream, we can play again after we eat something"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 12:48 AM

"hmpf~✨" seems like he'd be a terribly sore loser, so this outcome was for the best. he did stop.

"Icecream doesn't sound bad either."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 12:51 AM

"In winter?" he asked as he got in the kitchen, scooping the jam and putting it on the bread; and then the rest on the jars, filling 2 and half of them

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 5:49 PM

"uhm... mmm, you have a point..." he eyed Narancia filling the jars, not feeling gutsy enough to close in and offer any help with it.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 5:53 PM

"We will try to make some when it gets warmer!" He exclamed, sitting down, because why going to the hall when they could eat here aready?

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 7:15 PM

"....? you can make icecream without snow?" absolute clueless.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 7:35 PM

"Uhh yeah? I mean you need ice tho" he laughed and like, a ice cream machine" he nodded "is thing thing you have to spin and-" he pouted "umh, maybe you can ask the merchants to bring you one next time so i can show you!"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 7:44 PM

"An ice cream machine? ....mm, well there's no harm asking. Though I don't normally make requests like that. and it won't be here until February...

oh, but."

He waved his hand at a glass of water on the table and it froze over.

"Ice shouldn't be a problem~"

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 7:45 PM

"Cool!!! Then we just need milk and umh some vanilla i guess?" He smiled excited and took a bite of the strawberry bread

The funny thing is that before being here he would barelly cook and now get excited to make treats

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 7:48 PM

The same thing counted for Fugo, really. Even if he had the means to try new things, he never had the motivation. But now that Narancia was here, his worldview broadened.

He closed in, cautiously, and took some of the bread with strawberry jam. "uhm...thanks. for making it."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 7:48 PM

"No problem! Its been age since i did it, so is a bit chunky, but not that bad mh?"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 8:49 PM

Fugo took a bite, giving it a thorough taste in silence for a while. "It's delicious....." he admitted in a quiet voice.

Everything Narancia made was good. Even if Fugo could magic his way around to survive, it all felt, tasted, smelled, sounded superficial. like he had created some cheap replica in stead of the original.

But this was real... he could taste the effort and love in it.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 8:51 PM

He gived him a bright smile

"Ah! Im glad you like it!" And took another bite of his bread

"I used to made jam with mom" he added with his mouth full

"She was really good at cooking"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 8:52 PM

"Yeah? What kind of things did she make?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 8:53 PM

"Oh yknow, pasta, soups, pies...if we could manage she would made roastbeef in the week end"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:20 PM

"That sounds really nice. err... if you remember how to, we could.. make some of those together?" though his voice died down as the sentence progressed. "It's- not really needed, but.... would be nice. There should be some simple cookingbooks in the library too."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:23 PM

"Sure why not!" He nodded "umh, maybe you could read the recipea for me? Im slow at reading hah:

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:24 PM

"Alright, that's no problem.... so, how about I'll read it and give instructions then?" though he would definitely get annoyed if the other messed up, but this seemed the best solution to staying away from one another.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:25 PM

"Yeah! We can try later for lunch!"

He finished to eat and looked at the supplies

"Should we take those to the wine cellar?"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:27 PM

He nodded. "The door is not as sturdy as the one to your room, but I'll have a lot of difficulty breaking through it, I'm sure."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:28 PM

"I see!" And started to grab some of the boxes

"Why there is a bedroom with a door like that anyway?"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:28 PM

"......." Fugo grabbed some of the things too, choosing manual labor over magic tricks.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:30 PM

"Mh? Anyway lead the way- i still get lost time to time here"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:31 PM

"Alright..." he replied meek, leading the way.

"....That was my old bedroom."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:32 PM

"Oh- i see-" he murmured, realizing the implications.

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:33 PM

"It's better to keep one person behind a locked door than to have the entire household cower in fear."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:35 PM

"...'m sorry Panna" He sighed, following him

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:36 PM

"mm? What should you be sorry about?"

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:37 PM

"Uh...umh, dunno...? I think about the whole thing- you did not deserved any of this"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:38 PM

"Who knows..... it's not so bad, though. Sure, now that you're around, I hate that I can't touch you like a normal person, but I'm more free right now than I've ever been."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:40 PM

"Oh-" he blushed a bit

"I wish i could touch you back too"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:41 PM

"......." since Fugo was the one walking in front, Narancia couldn't see his expression. But his ears were slightly red.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:43 PM

He bit his lip, he promised Fugo he wolunt try to break the curse but it would be so nice to find a way to hold eachother as much they wished for...

God its been a day and he is aready pinning, he hoped he could handle a whole month

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:45 PM

of course you can't. but there's no other choice to it.

"uhm...err.... either way, you don't have to feel bad about it. I'm having a lot of fun with you around."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:46 PM

"Oh- well im glad i make you happy~"

He gived him a tiny smile, but still felt a bit sorry anyway

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:48 PM

"yeah... you make me very happy...."

He put the things he was carrying down and pushed the heavy door open. it smelled like old expensive alcohol and the place was pretty dusty.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:49 PM

"You make me happy too" he said blushing and then looked around

"Well, thats sure a wine cellar" he said "i guess; never been in one before"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:52 PM

"it should be cool enough. though it's a bit of a walk... and I shouldn't stay here too long, there's barely any sunlight."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:53 PM

"Oh right- is pretty dark in here- i can do the rest if you want, so dont worry too much"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:55 PM

"if I go back and forth, it should be fine. just a bit of a headache. can you place the things inside, there should be a bunch of empty shelves. be careful for glass shards, though." he considered. "maybe it's better to fix some things first..."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:56 PM

"Oh ok then!" He nodded "and yeah maybe is better avoid getting cutted-"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:58 PM

"healing is more difficult than mending. I'll go get a broom, it'll be faster to just brush it all to the side."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 9:58 PM

"Roger that! Gonna wait you here!"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 9:59 PM

Fugo nodded and sped off to get some brooms.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:02 PM

He waved at the other as he got back, grabbing a broom

Yes they do the cooking, yes they do the cleaning

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:03 PM

male wives in the making. though Fugo did seem to wince from time to time. He used his birds to put some light to the place, though it wasn't sunlight, and just made sure the amount of space they needed was glass-free.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:05 PM

Narancia made sure to take away the glass to a corner and then glanced Fugo

"Are you sure you dont want to wait outside? I can handle some boxes"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:06 PM

"I'm fine. I'll get the other supplies, that should get me recharged enough." and he head back to the kitchen, staggering a bit.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:07 PM

"Ok..." he murmured a bit worried, taking the boxes they aready got there inside

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:08 PM

one of the birds hopped on Narancia's shoulder while the other was off for a short while.

As Fugo returned, he did indeed look a little better. So it should be alright.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:10 PM

He smiled at the little bird, yep, better have some light.

He took another box and started to do back and fort

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:12 PM

Fugo did the back and forth between the kitchen too, more quickly now that he was feeling better.

All the while the bird just kept perched on Nara's shoulder, completely content to be there.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:14 PM

And so they both  made back and fort, fugo from the kitchen to the enteance of the room and Narancia to the entrance to the shelfs, till it was over

"We did it~!"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:17 PM

"Fuu~" Fugo breathed and stretched his arm to fight the muscle ache, since he's not used to doing labor. "For now~ we'll have to do this again next month, haha."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:18 PM

He smirked

"Ehy, now someone is making you eat fruit and veggies, tou dont have excuse to exercise~"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:19 PM

"You can also tell my to my face that I'm sloppy. what about yourself, you're all skin and bones."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:21 PM

He sticked his tongue out

"Ehy i have an excuse! And also look, now that i eat every day im getting a bit more muscolar!"

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:22 PM

"you are, yeah. it's only been a week, but you look like a complete different person from the way you walked in."

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:23 PM

"Ehehe!" He smirked pround, not even thinking if the other was sarcastic or not

purplecraze — 09/21/2021 10:26 PM

he was sincere, actually. though he didn't dislike how the other had looked on the first day.

Of course, he looked good now, but from how he looked the first time, Fugo could tell he had something special about him. he had spunk, and healthy curiosity. and he was very open. those things shone through, despite a layer of dirt and patched clothes.

orange-plane-boy — 09/21/2021 10:30 PM

"You look nice too~" he smiled.

Probabily the other skipped meals too before, so it was nice that they could recover together, uhuh they were gonna be both snacks next month

#purplecraze #orange plane boy #fugo replies #beauty and the beast AU

[six-of-ravens]

aloha, i took the day off of social media bc my brain was feeling very Online in a bad way, on a completely unrelated note, i also got a lot done:

went to the grocery store and the bulk barn (the roads were shittier than i thought, but (just my luck) a snowplow went by like 10 mins after i got home and completely cleared them, so at least tomorrow should be better)

made beef and guinness stew and GUYS. i think i finally found the perfect recipe. well, it’s perfect if you reduce the amount of broth by about half and add 3 diced potatoes. and a tbsp of Worcestershire sauce. anyway i experienced like, hobbit umami it was great.

made Amish potato bread and sour cream and cheddar biscuits from my trusty taste of home magazine, both of which were excellent. the potato bread goes very well with the stew, and it’s sooooooo soft and moist compared to grocery store whole wheat bread. the magic of mashed potatoes, i tell ya.

and finally, made the filling for my dad’s birthday pie! and cut out some little leaf shapes with my cookie cutters/stamps, though two of them had already broken i’m going to scream why does everything plastic break in five minutes nowadays. That recipe seems tasty, though I halved the amount of sugar so we’ll see if the rhubarb makes it too tart when it’s baked.

between all of that, I’m starting to get concerned that i flew too close to the sun re: how much shit i could stockpile in my tiny freezer. I have 5 servings of curry, 5 of beef stew, and 3 of chilli, and only 3 containers remaining for the mushroom soup, and a questionable amount of space for said containers. i’m definitely making the soup tho, already bought all the ingredients.

also finally did some of the housework i’ve put off all week, and got my vacuum seal bags and squished those grow bags down to take up like a quarter of the space they used to. though I did rip one of the vacuum bags by accident bc fucking plastic, man. anyway they’re nice, i bet they’ll come in handy if/when i have to move again.

now i’m going to work on nano, kinda hoping to hit 8k words today. I’m at 6500 so that should be achievable and help me maintain my lead.

anyway it’s been a good day, not sure if i’ll redownload tumblr tomorrow, I’m kind of enjoying not having the temptation to scroll every 5 mins. sometimes i just have to take a couple days off social media to feel human again, y’know?

#tomorrow is still the Mall Day i think #the roads should be pretty good by then since it warmed up a little today and the plows went through #also might take all my empty aerosols and cleaning containers and propane bottles to the fire station with the hazmat dropoff thing #that's an errand i've managed to put off for over a year now! #like half a shelf in the closet is empty aerosols it's getting ridiculous #anyway i'm not dead (yet) #and i finally put the laundry away. go me

[caelcstis]

emoji headcanons. // @r3dblccd all the food & drinks questions +💐 BOUQUET, ✏️ PENCIL &💓 BEATING HEART (for Jupiter)

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

being raised with western culture, his comfort food is easily something like crepes stuffed with whipped cream and macerated strawberries, and topped with a light dusting of powdered sugar

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

Jupe's another cancer muse of mine bc I just have the most emotionally invested sort of muses lmao. but his birthday's July 2nd, and as for celebrating - I feel like as a child he did because it was the few days he could see his brother and just having a slice of his favorite cake that his brother managed to get from a local bakery made him happy. Nowadays, it's just kind of a day for him. He's usually busy - especially because summer's such a popular time of travel for him with meteor showers. He doesn't like it nor dislike it, but won't say no if people are that obligated to celebrate his birthday.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

gods, jupe is one of my muses with such a big sweet tooth it's hard to really narrow it down. he likes a lot of fruity and sometimes refreshing sweets? probably has to do with him being a summer baby tbh and a good chunk of his mother's pregnancy was it getting into the warmer months, so she was often eating things like frozen yogurt, ice-cold lemonades to the point it was basically just a slushie. so he likes things like hwachae, ice cream mochi is also nice to him. ice cream and frozen yogurt are probably his favorite things to get just because it's refreshing and doesn't entirely fill you - it's just a perfect thing to him after a meal.

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

it's a love-hate relationship with takeout/fast food with jupe. they grew up on it for the most part, to the point where they often got sick of it. they weren't a picky eater growing up shockingly, but it was just the easiest thing for his brother to get if he was going to be home late. or not at all, and someone could drop it off for him and his siblings at the time. he eventually learned to cook - but i think due to his sweet tooth he became more of a baker lol. he can cook and he cooks very well, but he prefers to bake when he has the time. he also travels a lot so it can be really convenient to him to just get food fast. but sometimes he really just wants to sit at the table, not at the counter of his kitchen, with a nice warm meal that was made home and just eat.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

cold drinks, you'll see him drinking ice coffee in the dead of winter even if he's freezing to his core. he prefers fruity drinks tho tbh, he isn't the heaviest of coffee drinkers unless he's running on jet lag. sometimes when he's home he'll have a cup of tea with his brother and brother-in-law to just kind of wind down from traveling (he often spends his first night or two at his brother's place bc that's where his animals are anyways if he's been gone for a while).

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

definitely loves his fruits and veggies, probably more fruit than veggies if you had to make him choose - but isn't very picky to them. he's obsessed with strawberries and raspberries, and his favorite veggies would probably have to be tomatoes. you'll see him make a toasted piece of bread with tomato-roasted or not, and crack some pepper on it if he's got some fresh veg on hand.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

a good strawberry shortcake is nice to him, again just that love for strawberries. the whipped cream has to be fresh too - he loves fresh whipped cream. layers gotta have the whipped cream, strawberries and maybe even some macerated berries or jam between it all. he's not very specific, but like i said - he won't gravitate towards anything too heavy. chocolate on chocolate isn't his favorite.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

he still has his baby blanket because it was the one thing his mother made for him when she was still around. sure it was soft and feminine because she was expecting a little girl that she got - but jupe still keeps it. he would be heartbroken if he ever lost it, because it's just that one piece he has of his mother - not that he even remembers her because she died not too long after his birth. it's often tucked nice and neat at the foot of his bed. you'll often times see callisto nesting on it and keeping it warm and safe - and spreading all her fur on it.

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

if you want a bouquet, look at the one on his arm that's an entire sleeve. marigolds are his favorite, but there's dahlias that are his mother's favorite, sunflowers for his brother-in-law, and lilies for his brother. lilies, depending on what color you get, are often represent with purity and joy. sunflowers are similar; happiness, joy, if a person gifts them to you it often means they find you being a bright and happy person. dahlias are creativity and growth, they're also part of the daisy family which often shows resilience. marigolds can mean both good and bad things depending on your intentions, but again harken back to purity the way lilies do and represent divinity. he also loves the warmth of marigolds, the color of them is beautiful to him with how vivid they are. they're also said to ward off negativity and bad spirits.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

honestly rather than either of them?? when i was in the process of revamping and recreating jupe and reggy all the way back in 2017/2018, Light's Skin & Earth album came out and eventually came later with the acoustic and new songs along with it. those albums entirely really capture a lot of their stories and personalities. if there's one song or quote from that album that gets me thinking of jupe a lot it's skydiving:

Free fall with me Get a little unruly No guts no glory You said to me Get a little unruly No guts no glory

and bookwise? i think when i always think of the two brothers it'll always bring me back to acomaf where rhys and feyre repeat to each other "to the stars that listen, and to the dreams that are answered." because they are my star/night/galaxy related muses. those kind of things will always be a little tender to my heart.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

as stubborn as jupe is, it really doesn't take a lot for this kid to get his heart going. make him food and drag him away from his studio, his craft rooms - just get him away from work. he works himself to death. if you get him paints, he will cherish them and use them to their last drops. bake with him, it's a fun and relaxing hobby for him. even if it's just getting measuring spoons or supplies, just be in the kitchen with him and talk with him. draw dumb little things on a cake or bread together, help clean the flour off his glasses - just be with him in the quiet of his too-big-for-one-person apartment.

#letters received &&. sent out ⸢ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 / asks &&. answers ⸥ #r3dblccd #you look to the stars in hopes they can tell your story instead ⸢ 𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 / headcanons. ⸥ #shit got long after a while so under the cut :))

[whereisten]

No Overnight Stays (m)

Summary: you’re an escort assigned to a different man for each day of the week. The rules are simple and strict, the money is grand, and simply put, you enjoy your job. But what happens when you start to develop feelings for one—or maybe two—of your clients?

Pairing: Female reader x Mark (x Jaehyun)

Genre: sugar baby!reader, smuttttt, a little fluff and a dash of angst :/ sorry, love triangle

Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, descriptive smut (breast fondling, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), cockwarming, slight somnophilia, facial, threesome, cream pie, impregnation kink, dirty talk, sir kink, hair pulling and spanking, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be safe tho!), rough sex) I hope that’s it lmaooo

Word Count: 5.5K

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A man for every day of the week. That was your agreement with your escort agency. They’d set up your schedule so that you’d “belong” to one man for a specific day of the week. 

Some days you’d have sex with them, some days you were just their company or a place for them to go when they got tired of their spouses.

But either way, you were paid very handsomely for your services. All you had to do was have your phone on and make sure you were available to provide the services asked of you within the hour. They all had keys to your apartment, so they could let themselves in and wait if you weren’t there.

It was easy and luckily for you, the men you dealt with were all young business men that respected you. Some were rough and demanding, some were soft and shy, but they all made sure you were comfortable with their requests and granted you a safe word. Furthermore, the agency provided you with emergency buttons for you to place in every room, just in case one of your clients got out of hand.

Tonight, you had just finished up with Yuta, an incredibly handsome man that was away from his wife back home in Japan for a 6 month job venture. A pal of his suggested the agency to him so that his needs would be satisfied while he was away from home and based on his preferences and desires, you were his top choice.

He was kind and careful, whispering sweet words into your ear as he fingered you and got you ready. He treated you like you were his wife, and you often felt your face become warm. But when he was inside you, he pushed deep and hard, making sure his hips met with your ass as he bent you over the table.

“Ahh fuck..” he curses while releasing himself into you and tugging on your hair harshly.

He pants and pulls himself out, watching as his cum mixed with yours leaks down your shaking legs.

“Did you eat?” He asks, zipping his pants as he watches you pull your panties back up.

“No not yet, but I have some leftover spaghetti that is calling my name.”

You move your hair out of your face.

“I can grab something for you before I leave..what would you like?” Yuta shimmies his jacket onto his toned body.

He was always sweet like this, unlike some men that just left.

“Ohh—Hmm...there’s a place—“ you started but his phone interrupted you.

“Oh..I’m sorry..it’s her..” He looks up at you slowly and you can see the regret fall on his face. He really loved his wife, he couldn’t help but feel guilty sometimes.

“I-I have to go.”

He turns to leave and you walk behind him to lock the door.

“Hey hun! I just left work!” His voice echoes in the hallway.

You sigh and walk to your bathroom with a slight limp. Yuta always stretched you out and left you aching slightly, but you knew it was something a little warm water would fix.

While you stood under the hot water like a sinner bathing in hell, you thought about your life. Were you really happy? Sure, the easy money you made and the “free” upscale apartment you lived in were amazing. How could you ask for more?

Well that’s just the thing, your heart didn’t care about these material things sometimes, it wanted a person. Someone that would love you, really love you. However, with a lifestyle like this, how could you expect to find a partner that would be okay with it? How could you devote time to them?

You shook your head and stepped out of the grand shower.

You poured yourself some wine and sat by yourself on the couch. It was a typical night for you. When all the fun was over, you were alone.

———

[The Next Day]

You went grocery shopping when Mark dinged you on the agency’s app. He’d be at your apartment soon so you needed to wrap things up and get back.

Mark was possibly your favorite client. The young single man was very gentle and always asked what you wanted to do. Of course, he knew that he wanted to have sex and that’s what he paid for, but he didn’t feel comfortable with handling your arranged situation that way.

Some days you’d just watch a few movies or go for coffee together. Some days he’d show you new restaurants or museums while you hung onto his arm like an actual girlfriend. He wasn’t afraid to bring you with him anywhere because the truth was that he wanted you to be his...and not just in the sexual or physical way. He wanted to date you.

Having been so consumed with work all the time, he found that you were one of the few things that made him relax and be happy, he could experience life with you and he was incredibly thankful for that.

“Hey Mark!” You struggle to get into your apartment with both arms filled with bags.

“Oh, let me get that for you.” He rushes over from the dining table and to the door to help you in.

After settling all of the bags onto the table, he chuckles. “So I take it you don’t like making two trips?”

You giggle and shake your head. “No..absolutely not. I don’t wanna waste precious time that I could be spending with you.” You teased him and stepped closer.

You held out your arm and flexed it, embarrassingly enough, no muscles showed through. “Plus, can’t you see how strong I am?”

Mark laughs out and leans forward to kiss you.

He holds your face in his hands like you were made of glass, gently caressing your cheeks as your tongue dances with his.

Your arms wrap around his waist so you feel his warm chest on yours. Your eyes shut immediately and you smelled his fresh cologne, like cotton.

He pulls away, kissing your forehead as you regain your steady breathing.

“What do you want to do today?”

Your heart races at his question. You wanted to cuddle, to just be with someone and feel loved. But that would be pushing the terms and conditions.

You search your apartment to avoid his gaze, but he knew you were deep in thought, his kiss had sent your mind into a wild frenzy. What did it mean when an escort was affected by such measly things? 

“Come on..don’t think too hard now, tell me what’s the first thing that came into your mind?” Mark leans forward to whisper low into your ear. His voice, deep and husky, makes you even more confused.

You finally look up at him and sigh. “Ahh Mark, you make me feel..” You shake your head.

Were you about to be honest with him and tell him about your growing crush?

His eyes grow and a smile creeps across his face.

“Like sleeping..” You look down again, never seeing his face fall.

“Oh, dude..am I that boring?”

You chuckle and look back up at him to see the genuine hurt in his eyes.

You shake your head and press your hand onto his chest. “No-No, you’re not..it’s just..”

“Y/n...why do you keep looking at me like that?” Mark knew there was something else you wanted, he could see the doubt in your eyes, the internal struggle you faced was coming to the surface. He also knew you drank the night before based on the empty bottle of wine in the living room.

“I-I don’t know,” You chuckle and step away from him. “Maybe I’m still a little hungover. I’m sorry.”

You start to take your things out of your bags. “Help me out, will you?” You pout.

Mark chuckles and takes the bread out of the bag. “I can’t believe I’m paying for this.”

You shrug your shoulders. “You’re the one that asked me what I want to do.”

He sighs. “Okay, touché. But after this, we’ll cuddle and sleep since you’re tired and/or hungover.”

Yeah, it was 6 in the evening, but Mark was just happy to be with you.

“Sounds good.”

After you put everything away, you took Mark to your room and sat him down on the bed.

You took his hoodie off over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. You ran your fingers through it, watching as his wide eyes gazed up at you like you were an angel.

He places both hands on either side of your waist, watching as you unbutton your cardigan in front of him slowly. Mark grows hotter and hotter with each button coming undone, a slight sliver of your beautiful, soft skin growing into your naked chest drives him crazy.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist as he brings you down onto his lap. He wastes no time, latching into your nipple and sucking it. His tongue flicks across the nub while your hands run through his scalp, causing a low groan to escape his body.

He aches for you, his member strains against his sweatpants. You feel it press onto your jeans as you also get hot. With the way Mark’s spit coats your breasts, you’re sure you’d be showing through your jeans how aroused you are soon enough.

Your room becomes steamy suddenly, the two of you filling it with moans and whimpers as he massages your breasts.

“B-baby..I want you..” You whine and grind down onto him. 

Mark loves when you call him that while begging for more.

He places you down onto the bed, helping you take your jeans off as your mouth falls open.

He drags your panties down your legs slowly, teasingly.

“Baby..please..”

“I thought you wanted to sleep?” He raises an eyebrow as he pries your legs open and moves his face to the space created.

He focuses on your heat, licking his lips when he sees how wet you are already.

“Yeah..but..” your sentence is cut short when he licks a long stripe along your entrance.

“Mark!” You yelp as his tongue surprises you.

He kisses the inner skin of your thigh while still gripping the crooks of your knees. “Yes, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop? Does the little baby want to sleep?”

He asks with a mocking tone, but not without brushing two digits over your clit. You gasp and flinch under him.

“You’re so cruel..” 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll just fuck you to sleep if that’s what you want.”

He says before pushing his fingers in harder, finding that fleshy spot instantly as your legs widen more. He kisses your bud while looking up at you through dark eyes.

“Am I the best one?” He asks innocently, fingers still pumping in and out of your soaking entrance.

“Y-yes..” you immediately answer without thinking, your mind solely focused on the building tension in your stomach.

He moves his head up and down as he licks your clit. He just needs to apply a bit more pressure and you’ll be in the clouds.

You intertwine your fingers with locks of his luscious brown hair and arch your back.

“More baby, please.”

“Oh look at you begging..” he breathes against your aching pussy.

He fingers pump harder and caress that one spot that he knows will have you reeling in just a few minutes.

“You know..I think you should just be mine..will you be mine?”

He says in between kisses on your clit.

And you’re so close, all you can do is nod and whimper.

You lick your lips while looking at the gorgeous man in between your legs. He locks eyes with you as his tongue works wonders on your core when combined with his fingers.

You clench around him from the sight. He chuckles and cracks a smile at how easily you fall apart. But he doesn’t let you experience the so desperately needed orgasm you need. He withdraws his fingers, a pop echoes into the room. 

“Mark?!” You cry out at the sudden emptiness.

Mark mimics your pout and hovers over you.

“Why don’t you answer my question first?”

You caress his face and lick your lips. “Can we talk about this later?”

He shakes his head. “It’s a simple question, y/n. I know you feel it too.”

He was right, you did feel a connection with him, but you couldn’t let him know that. You could lose your job.

“Mark..” you whisper low as you bring his face closer to yours. You lock eyes with him, your gaze shifting from an innocent one to one that is filled with lust and fire.

“The only thing I want to feel right now is your cock..I just want to feel it so deep in my silky, wet pussy.”

He swallows hard as you push your body up slightly to rub your entrance against his crotch.

“Come on, baby..fill me up...I won’t let a single drop escape”

Mark can’t take your lustful words any longer. He pushes his prior thoughts to the side and focuses on easing his painfully hard cock.

He immediately pushes his waistband down and looks into your eyes as he pushes into you. You moan as you feel completely satisfied by his long and girthy cock filling you up and touching all parts of your velvety walls instantly.

He watches your head fall into the pillow behind you and kisses your neck.

“God..I hate the way you make me so fucking horny that I forget what I was even asking..”

It was a lie, Mark knew exactly what he was asking, but decided to push it away since you wouldn’t give in to him.

He rarely cursed when he was with you, a part of you felt that you had awoken something deep within him so you decided to push him along further. He thrusts into you slowly and gently like he usually did. Mark was your typical vanilla sex partner and it made for a great balance to the opposite partners you had. But you wanted to see just how riled up he could get.

“Oh, Mark, just yesterday another man fucked me until I couldn’t walk..how can I be yours if you can’t compete with men like that?”

You hold his face in your hand and look into his eyes.

He chuckles and pushes into you hard and sudden.

“If that’s what you want, Princess, that’s all you have to say..you know I can do whatever you ask.”

“Be rough with me, make me yours..baby.”

He presses your knees far apart and lifts himself up from your chest.

He slides in and out of you hard, watching as your breasts move up and down from his thrusts.

“You’re the perfect fit for me."

He tilts his head to the side and goes deeper.

His cock curves into you at the perfect angle, making you clench and arch your back more.

You’re sprawled out under him, your knees to your chest as you bite your bottom lip and feel that tension build again.

He runs a hand down your warm chest and stomach, his fingers draw circles onto your skin, causing small fires to dance across it. The pads of his fingertips then lift the skin above your pussy, exposing your clit to him.

He taps it gently and hums to himself. “So pretty..”

He thrusts into you hard as you squeal.

His other hand finds your throat and grips it.

“Gonna fuck you to sleep just like you asked..but then..I won’t leave..I’ll stay inside your pretty pussy since it’s mine..and I’ll fuck it again in the morning...since it’s mine.”

Mark wasn’t asking anymore. He was going to make you his. And as much as you wanted that to happen, you were nervous as you had a job to fulfill. If he stayed over and into the next morning, he’d be cutting into your other client’s day. You could be caught with him and receive a complaint for breaking the “no overnight stays” rule.

“I’m so close..” You run your hands down his abs and watch as he pounds into you from above. He pants heavily, his palm feels sweaty around your throat.

“Can’t wait to cum deep inside you..nothing will leak out..Isn’t that right, baby?” His fingertips move faster into your clit. Mark was always great at finding your sweet spots and it was because he truly cared about your pleasure.

You nod and clench around him again, feeling the head of his cock twitch.

His movement stutters from the action, he falls forward as his grip on your neck tightens.

He cums into your body, filling you to the brim with everything he has. 

You climax as well, scratching into his back as you arch into him more. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you curse.

That was the first of many climaxes for that night. You’d take breaks in between, but soon Mark was eating you out or fingering you until your nails dug into his back and you cried out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He wasn’t letting up on his promise to make you his, as each orgasm was intense and left you feeling dizzy. He was unlike any partner you had, making sure to care for your needs more than he did for his. He never even asked that you kiss him anywhere else but his mouth. 

Mark releases your throat and lays on top of your sweaty body as you both climax one last time.

“You really aren’t leaving, are you?”

“I meant what I said. You’re mine.”

A brief moment of silence rests between the two of you as you massage his scalp.

“I mean, I can leave if you want me to..”

He looks up at you with round, doe eyes and your heart breaks.

“No—no..stay..” Sleep takes you over suddenly.

He watches your cute face and smiles. “Mind if I wake you up in the best way possible?” 

You chuckle with your eyes closed.

“And how will you do that?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see..”

He lays back down and falls asleep on your chest.

———

[The Next Morning]

It’s the afternoon of the next day when Mark wakes up before you do and finds his cock engulfed in your pussy still.

He swallows hard, immediately feeling himself grow when he sees your eyes closed as you pout your lips and breathe heavily.

“Y/n..” He whispers, but your eyes don’t open yet.

“Y/n..” He says once more, this time he picks himself up and cages you in between his arms as he holds himself up above your head.

He kisses your forehead. “Wake up, Princess.”

He then buries his head into the crook of your neck and fondles your breast. 

He couldn’t hold back much longer, but he wanted you to be awake first. He lays sloppy kisses onto your shoulder before biting it.

“Mmm..Mark..” You say drowsily.

And with the sound of your soft voice and the feeling of your delicate fingers on his waist, Mark begins to thrust into you.

Your eyes are still closed as he fucks you into consciousness, the post-dream haze combined with his kisses and long thrusts makes you feel light headed.

“How does it feel, baby?”

He moves in and out of you while panting.

You mumble something while enjoying the warmth of his pulsing body on yours. He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles. 

“Mm..faster, baby.” you mumble as your heat grows, your eyes closed while you enjoy your realistic dream.

He then intertwines his fingers with yours, and moves into you faster. Within just a few minutes he cums hard as you shake around him.

And it’s not until he pulls out of you and flips onto his back that he realizes there’s another man in the room.

At the edge of the bed stands a tall handsome man with black hair. He stares sternly onto your body with his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket.

“Oh shit!” Mark is frightened and quickly drapes the blanket over you.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks.

You finally pry your eyes open and scratch your head.

“It’s me...y/n.”

“N-no no I mean..who is that and why is he just staring? Dude.. what the hell?!”

“What?” You rub your eyes and look up. And as your eyes focus you see that sure enough it was your Tuesday client, Jaehyun, staring intensely at you.

“Oh fuck..” You struggle to sit up straight in the bed. “Jaehyun..I’m so sorry, I overslept and-and..”

“Shhh..it’s okay, y/n..” His voice is sweet, but his face says the opposite.

“I see someone has gotten quite greedy with you..”

You turn to Mark, and it all comes back to you. He said he would stay over and you knew the risk you were taking, but you allowed him to anyway.

“Do you want me to push the emergency button?” Jaehyun asks smoothly.

“N-no! That won’t be necessary, I let him stay over actually..”

Your face becomes warm, it feels like you were caught by a parent with your boyfriend.

“I didn’t hear my phone go off with the alert saying you’d be coming over, I’m so sorry but he can leave and I’ll get cleaned up and we can start, just give me a few minutes—“

You start to get off the bed, but Jaehyun raises his hand.

“It’s okay, y/n..I know you see other men, that’s your job, isn’t it?” Jaehyun smirks.

He was one of those clients whose calm demeanor was difficult to read. He was intimidating and made you feel like you were up for terrible punishment at any moment. You never seemed to answer his questions to his satisfaction. In part to his recent divorce, he was rough, unforgiving, a stark contrast to Mark who just sat there awkwardly on the bed.

You nod slowly.

His gaze turns to Mark, his hands still in his pockets. “Was my slut good for you?”

“My?” Hold on..she doesn’t belong to you and no, she’s not a slut..”

Without moving his eyes, Jaehyun calls out to you. “Y/n...remove the blanket and open your legs for me..”

You immediately do as he says, but Mark stops you by holding your wrist. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s okay, Mark. This is what I do, please don’t forget that.” You give him a small smile as you lift the blanket.

You bend your knees while widening your legs.

You can feel the cool air hit your moist entrance.

“Now look at her, Mark...look at how much cum is in her beautiful pussy..only a slut can look like that..”

“Oh fuck off..”

“No, YOU fuck off, you’re cutting into my time..or don’t..”

Jaehyun loosens his tie and takes his jacket off.

“As a matter of fact, let’s see how much prettier she looks when she’s filled up with both of us, what do you say Mark?”

Mark begins to panic and turns to you. 

“What..“

“Stay...I want to make you feel good too..” you say, knowing that Jaehyun’s proposal wasn’t really a question. He was going to find some way to make Mark stay, it was his way of punishing both him and you.

“Good girl..” Jaehyun zips his pants down, revealing his already hard member. He grew when he watched Mark fuck you out of your sleep. He wanted to do that badly, but understood long ago the rules for this agreement. One of them being “no overnight stays.” But Mark clearly didn’t respect this. Maybe he thought you were his, but surely he was wrong.

Jaehyun wanted you just as badly as he did, and he wouldn’t stop until you were his.

“On your stomach, sweetheart, show him what your mouth can do..”

“Yes, sir.” You’re still weak from the night before but do as you’re told.

“Y/n..you don’t have to..” Mark caresses your face with his thumb.

“I know..but I want to..”

“She wants to please us..isn’t that right, slut?” Jaehyun brings an arm under your stomach to bring your ass up towards him.

“Y-yes, sir.” You struggle to get out once you feel his cock rub against your thigh.

You start by wrapping your hand around Mark’s semi-flaccid length, you pump it up and down while twisting. He groans and sits up straight.

Jaehyun enters you from behind, gripping your hip tightly as he pushes into you hard.

You moan loudly as his long cock stretches you out without warning.

“Ahh..fuck.” You gasp.

He slaps your ass hard, you stumble slightly on your knees but Mark helps you stay up.

“Don't be like that, sweetheart, I see how wet you are. Now, open your fucking mouth.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whimper then lick Mark’s tip.

“You’re just a slut with cum leaking out of you all the time, you’re always ready, aren’t you?”

You kiss Mark’s tip then answer Jaehyun. “Yes, sir.”

He hums and slaps your ass again.

He rubs his hand over the area to feel it become warm.

He then pulls back and watches his veiny cock glisten with cum.

Meanwhile, you take half of Mark’s length into your mouth and begin to suck, rubbing the tip on the inside of your cheek as you listen to him groan.

Jaehyun buries himself deep inside you again, pushing past your vibrating entrance and deep into your walls where he feels his cock be greeted with that ticklish spot.

You move your head lower and allow spit to coat Mark’s entire length.

“God..that feels good.” He moans as his head falls back.

You suck harder and continue to twist your hand around his base.

You hum to push him along with vibrations.

The sounds of Jaehyun’s hips slapping against your ass gets louder as he glides in faster.

“Her pussy gets wetter and wetter, tsk tsk what a slut.” 

He pushes harder, bending over your back so his abs rest against it. He grabs your hair and pushes your head down onto Mark faster.

You gag and tears escape your eyes as Mark’s length hits the back of your throat repeatedly.

You gag over and over, causing the two men to become even hotter than they were before.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cry for me..”

And you did cry as your throat became irritated and your pussy was being destroyed from the back, Jaehyun stretched it out more than he ever did, but you didn’t want to stop. 

You felt like you were being undone, like you wouldn’t be able to talk or walk after, but it didn’t matter, just as long as you pleased these two men.

Jaehyun’s hand finds your clit, slapping against it before rubbing circles onto it.

You moan loudly, sending a delicious vibration onto Mark. He whimpers and pulls out of your mouth, before watching spurts of white leave his tip and decorate your mouth and tongue.

Your mouth stays open as Jaehyun pulls your head back towards him now. Your breasts jump forward and back as Mark pants and watches you be brought to paradise by another man.

“Sir..I’m going to..”

Jaehyun grunts. “You don’t deserve to cum, but I’ll let you because you’re a needy slut.”

And with that, you quiver around Jaehyun, gripping the pillows and shaking uncontrollably.

Mark feels himself becomes aroused yet again from the sight.

Jaehyun pulls out quickly and sits against the headboard. He picks your body up and puts you over his lap, but doesn’t push his cock into you yet.

“Mark..I think you should return the favor.” Jaehyun says as he grabs the crook of your knees with each hand opens you up.

Mark gladly agrees and puts his head in between your legs once more. He licks up your essence and begins to eat you out, nuzzling his nose against your clit as you cry out. 

Jaehyun takes your chin and turns your fucked out face towards his while you struggle to close your legs. 

“S-sir..please, it’s too much.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Nothing is too much for a whore like you..Mark loves your pussy, and so do I.”

He kisses your shoulder as a strand of hair dangles in his forehead.

He flicks your nipples with his fingers, watching as you fall apart in his arms.

Mark’s head moves from side to side as he licks your bud and pushes as hard as he can.

“Look at you..open wide for two men.”

Jaehyun whispers into your ear as you tremble. “We won’t stop until we’ve both put a baby in you...but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes..fuck..yes..sir.”

Soon, you’re cumming again and seeing stars.

Mark pulls away and wipes his mouth, watching as your wetness ruins the sheets below you.

“Do you think she can take us both?” Jaehyun still plays with your hard nipples.

Mark chuckles. “I’m not really into sharing..but we should find out.” He caresses your face again as your mouth falls open.

He puts his thumb into it, watching as you suck it hard with your teary eyes wide.

Jaehyun lifts you up slightly so he can enter you again.

You fall onto him easily but whimper as you try to overcome your sensitivity.

Jaehyun forces you open wide with his hands on your knees, your feet dig into the bed as you bounce up and down on him. His touch sends electricity through your veins. 

Mark holds his cock in his own hand, stroking it while watching you fall onto Jaehyun’s length.

Your beautiful entrance is soaked and he just wants to feel it too.

Jaehyun looks into Mark’s hungry eyes and lets out a low growl.

“Go on, Mark. Fuck her like the needy whore she is.”

Jaehyun scoots down on the bed more so he is laying under you. Mark lays down over you and guides his tip along your slit.

“Mark..” you cry out while Jaehyun thrusts into you from below.

“Are you sure?” He licks his lips.

You nod and take his length into your own hand. “Yes..”

You push him into you slowly as Jaehyun pauses his movement. Your head falls back as your pussy is stretched out once more. You’d never done this before, but then again, you’d never been with two men.

“Shit...” you close your eyes tightly as both men fill you up.

Jaehyun sits up, holding you in his arms as he guides you up and down both his and Mark’s cocks now. 

You’re so right and Mark is embarrassed to admit that he is just moments from climaxing already, the friction of two cocks against your tight silky walls driving all of you crazy.

“Mmm..sweetheart, you’re doing so well..”

Jaehyun whispers. His tone is gravelly and he is just moments away also, sweat pricking at his forehead as you glide onto him.

The sound of skin against skin and loud moans and groans fills the room, you wonder if your neighbors will make a complaint. But right now, in this moment of complete ecstasy, you could care less.

Jaehyun’s tip twitches, vibrating against Mark’s and hitting your g-spot. You all come undone within seconds and experience an orgasm that lasts for what feels like an eternity.

All three of you collapse onto the bed, and you and Jaehyun fall asleep soon after. You should’ve cleaned yourself up, but your body aches and feels weak after orgasming so many times.

After 20 minutes of just watching you sleep, Mark gets up from the bed and goes to your bathroom. He comes back with a washcloth and cleans you up gently while watching you snore lightly.

Jaehyun’s back is turned to you so he can’t see Mark taking care of you by cleaning your exhausted body.

Before he leaves, he drapes your blanket over you and kisses your forehead. He also leaves a bouquet of flowers that he bought from someone selling them just outside of your apartment building. He went back to your apartment just to leave them there for you when you woke up. But really, he just wanted one last chance to see your beautiful face as you slept peacefully.

You wake up hours later to find yourself alone once again. You hop out of bed but soon remember what happened based on the aching feeling in your legs.

You’re happy to see that you're clean however, the sticky feeling of cum no longer being all over you. Someone must’ve cleaned you up, you thought to yourself.

With a limp, you walk out to your kitchen and see take-out food on your counter with a note attached, beside it you also see a bouquet of flowers. 

“Thanks for today, see you next week. Love, J.”

Jaehyun left you food, flowers, and cleaned you up before he left. Maybe he did care for you after all. This is what you thought as you smiled to yourself.

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[semischarmed]

Truth

There he was. Lucas, in deep sleep. His snores fill the bedroom, barely lit by moonlight. The night was hot, and humid air envelops you both. Sweet, sweet Lucas- probably one of your nicest friends. Just a bit introspective, but you somewhat admired that in him. He was cute, sure, but he also exuded a beauty, a handsomeness that eclipsed many others. The way his eyes glistened intently whenever you held a conversation with him. They way his brows furrowed and gaze look into the distance whenever he was in deep thought. The way just the slightest folds on the corners of his eyes appeared whenever he smiled. The man was truly genuine, and whenever you two conversed he made sure you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Of course, who could forget that laugh. A quiet confidence and a mature self-acceptance brought to life with a bit of playful, youthful vibrancy. Truly everything that was this man, everything that was your Lucas was pinnacle, in your eyes. There would no other person in the world for you beyond him.

And in this most intimate of places, you see a side of him previously unseen. Damn those muscles. You knew he was relatively fit, but unhindered by his normal choice of clothing, they were massive. You note the delicate craftsmanship, the hills and valleys glistening, almost glowing in the moonlight. This man, who had trusted you enough to give you spare keys to his home, this man you had been yearning for years in secret was almost yours. A relationship, a friendship? No, one could not settle for just that. You would not be content until your every moment and his aligned. Pure, complete becoming. Lucas was your destiny.

With palms sweaty in anticipation, you chant the ancient words- spoken in long-dead tongues, invoking long-dead gods at your behest. These words did not come cheap. They were manifest from years of research and vast sums of wealth. Neither of which truly mattered anymore though, for what price could possibly ever match to perfection? The spell is near-complete, yet Lucas still slumbers.

Amidst the humid air and the warmth enveloping you both, there was on odd coldness. A coldness you could feel in your soul. Brisk, ancient, prickling sensations. Magic.The spell you were casting, despite being surely off-pronunciation was working. As you had found out magic, was 99% intent anyways, and you were single-track in this endeavor. You increase the speed of your speech in anticipation. ‘Oh Lucas… babe…just wait…almost there….’ 

“…sanguiniu- “ You cut yourself off by the sight before you. The spell was broken slightly but you can’t help but stare hungrily. 

In the entrance to the moist cavern of his mouth, you catch sight of his tongue- fleshy, thick, enveloped in a film of his saliva. Damn. It was teasing you, just hanging out there in the night air. With every rise and fall of his chest, it slowly followed suit, gently bobbing, slowly pulling you forward. 

You bite your lip when you notice a bit of drool pool on the corner of his mouth. He smiles a bit. Must have been a good dream. ‘Ugh. Even sleeping sloppy he was so cute.’ 

As you walk up to him, warm gusts of air gently caress your face, encircling and filling into your nostrils. This wasn’t just air. It was Lucas’ air- soon to be your air, beckoning it’s new owner in. And it smelled nice.  There was a pleasant muskiness about it. The spell wasn’t complete, but what’s the harm in a brief pause? You wouldn’t ever get a chance to experience Lucas like this anyway, at least not after you complete the incantation.

You lean closer to his mouth. “Should I….?” You gently wrap your lips around his tongue, pulling it into a fleshy envelope and begin sucking on it gently. ‘Ugh… sweet, Sweet Lucas. God, he even tasted delicious. As you feel his fleshy pink mass in your mouth, you can’t help but smile siphon a bit of him, a bit of his taste.

When you draw some of Lucas’ saliva into yourself, you near-faint in bliss. Fuck. You shiver uncontrollably at the notion of having a piece of Lucas inside you. This was everything. The flavor was unreal, much like his scent, it had earthy if somewhat salty notes but the muskiness, the raw testosterone in it was far more pronounced. It was an injection of pure Lucas inside yourself. You couldn’t help but suck just a bit more him in. 

The mouth surrounding that tongue was your entrance to the future, to your true self. Goddamn inviting. You even cum a little as you continue drawing more and more of Lucas and smash your head towards his open maw. “Mmmmm” you moan from your chest and throat, when he begins following suit, plump lips drawing over yours, bringing you closer as well. It purely instinctual on his end- didn’t fucking matter. All that rang true to you, all that mattered was that his reflexes, his body at that moment wanted you.

Lucas gags a little, breaking his unconscious silence as he inadvertently draws more and more of you into him. You relish in the moment, in the binding of your tongue to his, in the suction you feel emanating from his tongue. In your eyes, this was what his body wanted. what Lucas wanted. Of course it was. Your true place, your rightful place in this world was being a part of the Lucas experience, was being in him, was living as him. The corners of his lips turn into a more pronounced frown. His breathing hastens and in your intimate position, you steal each of these breaths into yourself. He awakes to the sight of his good friend uncomfortably close over his body. Impossibly close, in fact, and locked in orgasmic bliss. You sneer continue with your odd “kiss”. It was passionate, sloppy- at least from your end. Locked in ecstasy, you pay little mind to his attempts to pull you away. You’re not fucking letting go though, and maintain yourself lock on his tongue. This “kiss” was exactly how you’d always imagined it to be, only far more visceral, more raw. Imagination could only take you so far, after all. Heat exudes his chest and you greedily push your body stuck to his. A soft, slick sound is heard when both your chests stick together, sweat mixing. In his panicked breaths, you feel powerful lungs draw in and expand into you, squishing more of his skin over yours. Goddamn you can’t wait for it to be you using those lungs, flaunting those muscles, speaking through that mouth with that tongue. You can’t wait to make those vocal cords yours, to make them utter phrases they’ve never had to.

You smile as the magic begins to do its work. Tongues are drawn together, drawn to be one, and your face starts to squish into him. In his eyes he can only see yours sparkle in lust. You moan further. “Tho close. We’re almoth there Lucath….almoth uth…almoth one” you half mumble in slurred movements. 

Then, you feel it. Lucas’ tongue. The persistent suction drawing you into him. The nerves of his tongue tasting and feeling yours. ‘This is it. One last push further.’ You muse. You start moaning louder as he tries in vain to push you out, but you’re already melded to him- your skin and meat and bones already liquefying and condensing into a mass onto his tongue. He can feel it too. Pure Treachery. You begin to finish out the words of the spell. Now intimately, physically connected, Lucas is forced to repeat the words with you. The spell is complete. Of course, intent had been muddled by the now-awake Lucas, and words slipped and slid around your conjoined tongue. Didn’t matter, apparently, as you still felt the air become heavy with ancient briskness and enclose around you two. In a slosh, your entire form pushes into his tongue enveloping it. The pressure in the air is now crushing, and you feel yourself crumple, congeal, and consolidate into his tongue. In that pressure, you felt yourself born anew, bound, a part of Lucas. Finally, to be one. 

Lucas wakes in a cold sweat, shivering despite the warm night air. His tongue dangles off to the side of his open mouth. “Weird” he states, before pulling it back in. “What a fucking dream” he states before gently dozing back off to sleep. 

So, that spell was a bit of letdown. In the afterglow of the event, you soon realize the mistake made in clouded judgement. Rites, ancient languages and their intricacies. You never quite gotten that intent correct. You realize your mistake in your new form. You try to move, only to realize that while you were indeed a part of Lucas, only his tongue dangles slightly. 

Still being his tongue was not all bad. You are a now fully a part of him after all, so you feel yourself swell in pride at being a part of this handsome man. Besides, as a tongue, taste was all amplified. When Lucas had later awoken and eaten that first breakfast, it was near-orgasmic. What would have been a fairly simple breakfast was nothing short of divine. Even something as simple as toast- from his mouth that initial first crunch, the particles that first fell on you, the short, roasted crumbs with an almost decadent caramel tone- it was all too much to handle. Bread never tasted like this. The coffee he drank was even better. It was bitter, like all coffee, but it was a deep, rich bitterness, swirled through an undeniable nuttiness and the mild thick sweetness of the cream. Of course, as his tongue you could move slightly. You used this tiny bit of control you had to make sure every crunch, every slurp mattered. Lucas noticed his tongue move almost of its own volition, effortlessly gliding over each bite, rubbing over every ridge, showing its master the joy in the mundane. It would be his slowest and most delicious breakfast to date. Every bite and every lick its own coordinated effort. One hundred percent Lucas, one hundred percent you. Something as mundane as breakfast became a synchronized dance between you two. There would be no one closer to him than this. To top it all off, you got to be where you wanted afterward- in Lucas. It was like a warm, wet embrace in his body’s own little way. 

Though frankly, his taste in food could use some work. Those fucking protein shakes. Goddamn you swear the man drinks one for every meal. Vile, chalky, tasteless liquids that he forces you to swallow. If you still had a throat, you’d gag every time. Of course you cannot and are forced to take it, forced to move however his nerves direct.

For now, this would be fine, because when he wasn’t eating that very same flavor, that very same essence of Lucas that you crave enveloped you perpetually. It’s like the “kiss” from that night, he’s unwittingly got you locked in one with him for eternity. 

— 

Living as his tongue for the past few weeks has been amazing, but you can’t help but wonder about what could have been. You’ve since been accustomed to eating the same meals he did, to working as his tongue and have even gotten a bit more autonomy. Still, this was his body and he was the boss and it readily pushed a command that you could not disobey. 

You actually felt yourself a little larger of a presence in him, though you still couldn’t quite grasp why.

Today, Lucas was out walking with his friend. Mark. Lucas would always be first in your mind, but Mark was a close second. Your mind wanders, brewing lustful, sinful thoughts about Mark. As you squirm inside Lucas, something changes. There was something else beyond just his tongue. You firmly take it into yourself, before continuing in your Mark-filled stream. Without warning, Lucas goes up to his dear friend for a quick lick. 

“Hey sexy”

It’s barely audible, but unquestionably there. No one dare say another word in tense air.

“Handsssomeee…” 

The word slices through the tension clean. As a part of him, you feel warmth bloom inside Lucas. His face is bright red. 

Mark calls Luke’s bluff. “Haha bro… you really into me like that?” You feel Lucas’ throat close up. “N-no dude, er-it’s not like that” he replies meekly.

Mark takes the compliment in stride though, jokingly giving Lucas a wink, and playfully punching his shoulder. “Whatever bro, if you’re gonna stand there oogling, at least pay for my dinner” he laughs. In that brief moment of vulnerability, you flash just the lightest bit of control over that very same shoulder he punched. Addicting. The second taste of Lucas’ body. Lucas reacts to the muscle spasm by shivering slightly and wiping the punch off. “Haha, Fuck you too Mark” he laughs before absentmindedly licking his lips. By this point, you can barely pay attention to the outside world.

Because inside Lucas, inside the future you, acquisition. Ecstasy. For at this moment, you now felt his lungs-those lungs-your. lungs. You now felt his throat, his voice. In every breath he draws, you loan him back control, but it’s truly yours. You feel yourself expand and contract in slow, rhythmic motions. You feel the muscles surrounding them, and his warm heart pumping inside you. You feel yourself vibrate as he contorts you to form his sentences. It was divine. You start to chuckle, which results in the Lucas of the outer world choking slightly mid-sentence. Unfinished spells and unfinished magic were quite unpredictable but slowly, surely, the spell did its work. ’So that’s how it is.’ 

A few days later, a few days of your presence and you have even better hold over his voice. You relish in your control. The way his voice feels reverberating and rolling off you. Like sweet honey leaking out of the man of your dreams. On some nights, in his deepest sleep, you whisper sweet nothings to yourself, making Lucas beg you to possess him fully. “Pleeeease… take me… all of me…”

His unconscious body winces, grabs at air, pull at sheets, and writhes in pleasure as you make him say this. You shared a body after all, excess lust, excess hormones- they had to be going somewhere.

—

On this particular day, Lucas had been pumping iron with another of his friends. Andre always looked fucking hot, so you figured this would be as good of an opportunity as any.

You bring yourself to Andre’s neck, dragging your tongue around the bump of his Adam’s apple, circling the pronounced veins running across the sides. Hmmm. Salty.

You focus your words, your feelings into one- a phrase to unlock your freedom. Words reverberate through Lucas’ very core. You are his tongue, so you feel his nerves yield, his receptors, his very body yours.

“R-r-ravage me, Andre- Ravage this body. Show me what those guns can do- let me feel them, let me feel you. Lukey’s feeling lonely… I have a you-shaped hole ripe for the-“ Andre tries to repeat the perverted words coming out of his friend’s mouth, tries to digest them, to process what the fuck just happened. 

“H-Hey- Dude! What the fuck was that for!?” Andre asked in shock. Shaking Lucas’ shoulders. He looked genuinely hurt. But Lucas was lost in lust. He was different. He was moaning. “F-FUCK yeah. You taste delicious. Did I ever tell you that bro?” He spoke perversely. His words and thoughts tainted, clouded by your lust. You liked him better this way. He breaks from his spell.

“Oh God- I- Fuck! Sorry! I’m so fucking sorry! I don’t know what that was. A-Andre? You ok?  A teary Lucas asked his friend. 

“Yeah dude.. whatever. Just please..um.. never do it again” He grimaced. 

Since you were a part of Lucas, you felt fear rush through his bones. He sucks his hanging tongue back in- a recently-acquired, disturbing habit he seems to have picked up from nowhere. He was terrified. Not just in his body, his voice moving on its own. He was terrified because he liked it. Terrified that he was becoming something else, something perverse. In truth, he really was. In your soul you could tell that Lucas was almost ready, because the endorphins, the testosterone, hormones you were pumping him chock-full with with had not dissipated. It was exhilarating. Fear. Lust. Ecstasy. These pervaded inside him, emotions mixing and swirling with yours. You could feel him try to fend off raw desire and a raging hard-on while he tried to sincerely comfort his friend. Fuck it feels amazing being a part of him. The man liked to keep his emotions in check but he was slipping. You were like a poison to him, slowly infecting his very self. Or perhaps, you were his antidote, the catalyst needed for both you to become your true selves. In this very moment though, you were simply content in just being a part of him. Content to just ride the invisible passenger. Content to feel the rush of his emotions as your own. The best part in all this? Lucas was continually shifting while he talked to Andre, trying to hide the intense desire to be used, experienced, felt. Because of you, he was getting off on all this. 

Shame riddled Lucas while you continued to worm and entrench yourself in him. That didn’t stop you two from masturbating to the thought of dragging that hot tongue all over Andre’s bod.

———

It’s been a few weeks now, and the corruption of Lucas was near-complete. Your Lucas was near-complete.

Every morning, he catches himself checking his face out in the mirror, sticking his tongue out, making seductive motions. “-fffFuck yeahhh” you both say. Like clockwork he soon shakes himself lucid, disturbed and goes about his day. Increasingly, you’ve been moaning with him, flooding him with your endorphins in response, rewarding his body for its increasingly deviant nature. These sessions have only gotten longer and more frequent. In a sense, his body began to crave it- to crave you. The more he uses that tongue, the more you rile up in being used- the further and deeper he becomes yours. 

Armed with this knowledge, you throw your lust into overdrive, driving him mad. His eyes are perpetually dilated, blood perpetually rushing, and he his lip quivers often in bursts of pleasure. His friends notice the slight change too, when your future body stiffens to their touch. Really, it’s just Lucas trying to stop himself, his impulses from guiding him from going all over them. Your soon-to-be friends probably noticed his propensity-your propensity to leave yourself hanging out of his mouth, displaying proudly to the world.

His body is now all but yours. It actively fights the man, resisting his every move slightly, pumping him with sinful impulses, edging the last vestige of Lucas-his brain- to relent. His body wants you in control. Alas, the brain was the forefront of control, and whenever focused you can do nothing but to comply. Despite this, you know you’re close- the man can barely focus, barely rest, as you continue pumping him with pleasure, taunting him to release himself to you. 

Something inside told you this was it- this was the day. In this very morning, he wakes in a trance, walking over to his mirror, gazing at himself in clouded lust. He was drawn to himself and relinquishing to the desires both his body and you had been pumping him with. Of course, the lapse is momentary, the moan near-inaudible, but it was enough. Jackpot. In that briefest of moments, you wrestle primary control of this body from him, cementing you as his puppet-master. His body complies willingly, flaring in anticipation of its new owner. After all, you’ve been feeding it your pleasure whenever it follows your command. Locked in that pleasure, you begin to move around, relishing in the absolute control you now had.

Still, who knew how long this would last? You needed a way to have Lucas, to be like this permanently. As you eye his features in the mirror, you knew just what to do. 

You start with his face. His eyes are wide with fear as his body continues moving on its own volition. His mouth purses into a pout- a cute little touch you wanted to add- by itself. A thick tongue begins to peek out of plump lips. Like a snake, you greedily taste the morning air, wiggling your pink flesh in delight before focusing on the “delight” you were attached to. You want to taste it all-to taste the man you would become once more. You start by delicately layering his own saliva over his lips. In the absence of breakfast, you deduce this essence to be 100% Lucas. The flavor was - nonintrusive. But you could tell the reeked of an undercurrent manliness, cause in that very saliva and essence of Lucas that you coat yourself with, you also felt the saturation of testosterone, the slight bitterness of power inherent in being him. It was a humble flavor that unquestionably read “Man”.  Everything this body made, everything it was was addicting. 

Prickly- Thats how the beard surrounding his lips were. Delicious, seductive hairs that Lucas liked to keep just the tiniest bit unkempt, that you just found all the more alluring. In this very forest of hairs were the concentrated sweat, grime, and natural scent baked and solidified from the previous day- for Lucas was a morning showerer.

You decide to give him shower his body deserved- “Shower” would be stretching the use of the word. You engorge yourself- sticking and smearing your wet, pink flesh all over that prickly skin, savoring in the salty, putrid essence, in the raw flavoring of the beard of the man you would become. Of course it was delicious. It was Lucas.

Yet there would be more Lucas to share. You survey the next area to “shower” in this bod- he watches in fear as his left hand raises straight up to the sky. Fingers fashion themselves into a claw and veins in that arm flare to life. Cutey little Lukey was trying to fight it. The hand shakes in internal struggle. You decide to revel in this moment. Since your libido was now Lucas’, his cock can’t help but harden. You make him look at it before calling it a “Joint effort” with a wink. He moans, body betraying mind. You catch a whiff of the stench emanating from your left. Delightful. His protestations and disgust are muddled in your raw elation, as you smash his mouth face first into his unwashed armpit.

“MMmmmpph” He tries to get a word out, tries to pull himself off his own skin to no avail. After all, you were still his tongue, and you were quite preoccupied. Sharp, pungent, sour, flavors line you as you smear more and more of yourself around. You briefly entangle and entwine yourself into his hairs, coating them with his own saliva while you poke and prod. His body is forced to experience wave after wave of the pleasure you felt in burying yourself here. You indulge in his scent further. Using his lungs, you make him inhale deeply. His own muskiness floods his senses and he briefly regains control, coughing in disgust. ‘Uh-oh, might not have much time left’. You pull some more strings inside him and his body is all too willing to follow. “T-This is our own scent bro…” he says. The words fall out his mouth in an attempt at the intonation, the phrasing he’d normally use. You continue, making those lips, those vocal cords yours. “Gotta learn to love it… to love us”. It sure sounded like Lucas’ voice, but it there was something off about it. 

High off the aroma, you continue, rounding out his left bicep. Goddamn. Packed inside was pure muscle. Dense, hard musculature built through years of hard work. The thick firm skin gives way slightly, with a bit of bounce as you take his tongue further down his arm. Goddamn bliss. This skin was saltier than the others- different, like all the flavors of Lucas, you note. ‘But they are all undeniably, uniquely him’.

You swirl in fluid, curving motions as you go over every muscle running down his arm. A trail of slime leaves your wake, rubbing a mixture of of flavors throughout his arm. This only serves to rile you up further, as his muscles glisten in the morning light. When you get to his veiny hands, you take extra special care to run yourself through its every crevice, exploring as much of Lucas as you could. You make his lips pucker as you pull yourself off his index finger with an audible pop. A string of saliva follows, but you quickly gobble that back into yourself.

Bulging muscles stir as you command his biceps yours as well. They turn inwards, presenting their vascularity, their raw power to you. Beautiful.

This was it. You motion to bring his hand towards his crotch, curling them slightly in anticipation. As you eyed that cock. You both knew this to be the end. 

“NO!” he shouts in added clarity. Body follows mind and he pulls back some of his own strings for himself. The fight is brief but you manage to grab some control back.

You use his very voice against him. “You’re right baby… this is it… o-our new life… our first time together needs to be special.” He’s now shouting profanities in your head. Funny, you’ve never heard him curse before.

Without warning, you rush yourself to his now-hard dick. He screams in searing pain as his spine concaves and you inch toward your prize. His tongue is not used to moving with such dexterity, but it’s been quite some time since it could even really be considered ‘his’ tongue anymore. You snake yourself around his dick, constricting around the dank, putrid skin, encasing it in globs of saliva and pink, oral flesh. 

Even Lucas couldn’t help but moan at the divine sensation. Your bumpy texture running along his skin shot wave after wave of bliss. In every constriction, you feel it firm even harder, causing you to wrap your slimy hug around it further, construct more. Lucas’ moans quicken as you get to work. Push… You ebb and flow, there and back, as you work through his now-throbbing member. Pull. Each movement of the textured tongue runs sheer ecstasy as bump after bump moves back and forth and stimulates. Push. You hasten, wanting the both of you to fulfill the moment. Pull… Push… Pull… Push. Flashes of intense pleasure rush through you both as you aim for the finish line. PushPullPushPullPushPull- heaven. At that very moment of release, the two of you are brought to another plane of existence. Time stops and the world is still. You and Lucas though? Vibrating. In this plane you rush toward him, your vibrations synchronize with his, you overlay over him, and pleasure rumbles and bubbles from deep within. The universe, your world, your room comes back to focus. In a splash, a wave of pearl-white seed coats you. 

In the afterglow of his masturbation, when his nerves and neural connections begin to provide clarity, to link themselves in trust, you instead feel them attach to you. Much like his body, like his tongue, they too have become corrupted, twisted by your constant presence and the raw eroticism. This was the key to permanence.

Like veins they worm and take root inside you, growing into you. In your perversion of his senses, you feel these roots alight, yield themselves to become yours. Down to the last synapse, you rush and pull these all to yourself, to acquire, appropriate them. Once Lucas’ brain had adequately sequestered itself in you, his memories soon followed. This too had its own flavor, albeit somewhat muted- like the sweetness of his first date-yours. Or the bitterness of a childhood experience-yours. Raw wonderment and passing thoughts- fucking. yours. You scream in shrill delight as the last, the tinniest, the deepest of his neural connections had become yours. There would be no going back for him, for you were now Lucas in body, Lucas in mind. 

Tears well in his eyes. He tries to fight it, tries to kick you out, to push you away from him. His back arches, and he writhes in pain, trying in vain. Face scrunches in searing, unimaginable agony before it seizes and mouth shoots open, tongue dangling out. There would nothing to push out for you and him were already bonded. He clutches his head and in that single instance, his eyes shoot wide open. Finally, success. 

Lucas’ shoulders sag as he collapses to the ground.

Moments later, Lucas’s body stirs. It wriggles awake before taking one assured, strong step forward. It pushes itself up and walks right back up to the mirror, emotionless. Then, a satisfied smile paints its face. Like someone finally resting after an arduous battle, he breathes a sigh of relief. Lucas’ body looks back at itself in the mirror, innocently-eyes glassy. The kind smile it wore grows just a bit wider. It chuckles softly. Success.

The smile continues growing. Chuckles becomes laughter. The voice resounds ill-fitting to the mound of muscle that was Lucas. It was Innocent smile soon becomes tainted with sinful glee. Lucas’ body starts full-on cackling. “YES” you growl. Hearing his resonant voice follow your words, your intent was amazing. Hearing your thoughts spoken in the same ton, same intonation he used took it next-level. “FUCK. YES… FINALLY”!

That last piece was it. Cum still warm on his body, you lap it up, swallowing it whole, jealously keeping even this part of Lucas to yourself. It was salty, musky, viscous essence. It was pure fucking Lucas. The voice, the dull resistance from him was gone. The sensation was both sobering clarity and drunk ecstasy. Like the world itself was realigning to put you and him together, as one living Lucas. His memories now flow freely into you as they are now yours. It tickles. With his memories comes his feelings, his wants, his wishes- all of which you have cemented as a part of Lucas’s new psyche-Your new psyche. Goddamn it feels good to be Lucas.

Finally, Lucas had reframed, recontextualized the entirety of himself, the entirety of his being to you. You talk like him. You frown like him. You smile like him. Hell, you even think like him. Hips sway as you start to dance in front of the mirror in your new body, your new soul. It was pure, jubilant expression. You wipe happy tears from your eyes.

You were drunk on power of controlling him. Of finally truly being him. You relish in hearing his voice as your own, in your very thoughts being thought through a filter of his life, your commands executed by his body. You allow his vocal cords to perform. You allow his hips to shake uncharacteristically, tantalizing. You allow the words to leave his mouth. They were juicy taunts made juicier with the knowledge that his lips shift and degrade the very body they were in at you beckoning, that was his very neurons were conforming to you thoughts and will. You now do everything in wholly Lucas-ey way. 

Lucas’ body smacks its ass, while it continues shaking its hips uncharacteristically in slow, sensual movements. “Goddamn, you should have gotten inside me sooner.” You make him say. “My body, my mind, my soul we were lonely for you. We needed you in here. I love having you inside me. I love you wearing my skin, using my muscles as a suit. Don’t worry” You make him flex. “These are forever yours. My mind? Forever yours. Control me. Use Me. No- deeper. [moan] Become. Me. Be. Lucas.” 

“I’m Lucas” you say to yourself in response. It rolls off your tongue naturally, fluidly, and in full truth. You truly were him. “But you can call me Luke, baby”.

You had done it. You were finally Lucas. One mind, one body, one soul.

“Mine forever, Lucas”

—

It’s been months and your friends have definitely caught on to the sheer oddness of it all. Near-instantaneously, their dear friend Lucas’ personality had flipped. Each of them could pinpoint a ‘special’ spot on their bodies where their boy Lukey liked to lick them. ‘It was just his thing’ they often said, embracing their new dynamic as well as the new Lucas. This you-enhanced Lucas, likewise, had also embraced his new self. Greedy, lustful self-obsession bordering on narcissism, and of course the penchant to show off his slimy tongue. Of course, the first few times you did this, they recoiled at the behavior. You had your preferences, you had the knowledge inherent in being Lucas- you knew exactly how wear his soul, how to embody his life because you were him. But you weren’t content leaving it like this, in just continuing as him. This was the new, improved Lucas. With you in command, you couldn’t help but introduce some changes, couldn’t help but show off your handiwork.

Mark had grown so accustomed to your constant licks, he looked visibly upset when you weren’t on him. One night, you decided to take it a step further, to take a leap the old Lucas never would have and stroke your vascular hands all over him. He complied, moaning all the while, guiding you around to explore him- guess it was actually Mark who was into you. He paid for dinner that night.

The old Lucas was sweet and reserved- The new you? Not a chance. As Lucas, you constantly wore a leering, lewd gaze. You wore thin, revealing clothing accentuating your new Lucas-bound muscles. Why not share it with the world? The very air you emanated was persistently thick with sexual energy, brimming with pheromones. New-Lucas was your deepest desires bound to living flesh. And at the forefront of it all-that thick tongue of yours. At every occasion, in every possible way, you flaunt it to the world.

Tattooed somewhere in this body is your old name. Ink representing the old you, and your absolute permanence this new form of yours, cementing yourself as forever a part of him, cementing the intersection of your history and his. You. Lucas. One. This was the new truth in the world. 

- End -

Had tons of fun channeling @verus-veritas​ to write this one out. Hope I did you justice!

#male possession #male merge #male body control

[soft-ris]

Self-ship Tag!

The original post & instruction is HERE! It’s a long post so I’ll make a separate one 💫 Thank you to the cutest, @hvnlydmn for tagging me 🥺😭💓

Risotto Nero

Travelling through Sicilly, the birthplace Risotto once left behind, with nothing but our hands linked together and our hearts ready to be filled. He goes to rediscover his roots and to introduce me to everything that felt like home to him, and I go to understand how he came to be and to explore the nostalgia through his eyes.

Kuroo Tetsurō

OMG, did you hear the news?, his text reads. Of course I did. How could I not? JVA’s local asshole got fired for accidentally leaking one of the more popular athlete’s phone number on Instagram and the news travelled like wildfire on crack. Hell yeah I fucking did (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) Wanna get an early lunch to rant about it?, I reply back. Kuroo can’t help but chuckle at my message, fingers already typing out his reply and hitting send before slotting his phone back into his pocket. A gleeful grin settles on his face, and a faint blush could be seen if anyone looked hard enough. If they asked him about it, he’d say he had a date.

Miya Osamu

He thought I’d gone insane. His face was screwed into a mix between disgust and disbelief, almost scowling at me for even making this monstrosity, let alone offer him a bite — cream cheese and butter on a cold slice of white bread. I tell him indignantly that it’s fucking delicious with a smile already tugging at my lips, and he tells me that he thinks I’m going to have a heart attack soon (he’s not wrong about that though). A moment passes in silence before he sighs, and my smile turns into a grin. I knew he’d fold. He was a foodie at heart, always curious. Hesitantly, Osamu takes a bite, and when the taste hits his tongue, he wishes he hadn’t. I start to laugh at the comical flurry of emotions passing him, and he can’t help but have a smile of his own start to take place at my amusement, but not without a fond eye roll of course.

I tag - @haikyooot @dinablossom @buccellate @alittlewhitetulip @artlovercarina @cryingbleedingrose @softomi @ghiaccin0 @risottoneroo & everyone who comes across this 😤💓 no pressure to actually do it tho 😋

#tag

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Wednesday 5 September 1838

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up in the night   at one and a half   to the pot   one motion also before getting into bed last night and one on getting up   this morning    was this owing to the strawberries  I ate last night after dinner? very comfortable bed and slept well – very fine morning – reading A-‘s brochure, Lettres inédites de Monsieur Ramond. Toulouse. Chez Devers. Rue St. Rome n°5 1834.

Abies picea, le plus beau de Sapiens (vide  p. 11)

Cembro and Wetter schirm of the Alps and Vosges

not in the Pyrenees

reading this brochure before and after breakfast (breakfast about 7 ½) till 9 10  these letters dated 1826 he died the year after – off from Arreau at 9 55 – went into the neat old church des Templiers near the bridge over the Neste (towards Toulouse) – a little gilt about the altar à l’Espagnole – off from here at 10 5 recrossed the bridge and repassed the picturesque old covered market place or halle, and went a little way along the Vielle road, till turned (right) up the hill to the Hourquette d’Arreau – valle d’Aure a valle of conical wooded hills close up to the back of the town of Arreau, pic d’Arbizon at a little distance behind towards the right, as I looked up the valley while standing at the old church door – up beech-wooded hill with pines towards the top – the opposite hill (forming the opposite side of our little valley up to the hourquette) beech the 1st ½ the valley and then pine-forest – Sapins (spruce firs) all here – all Scotch firs hereabouts near about Luchon – Hourquette d’Aspin much better for views than Hourquette d’Arreau – or at least the road down from the former much better for views than the road thro’ the wood we are going now from which little can be seen – about 10 55 get into the pine-wood – at 11 in a clear spot reaching up to the top of the hill, and 3 nice scattered cottages with each a grande – a very good mountain-road except a little bit just out of Arreau on first leaving the high road to Vielle – except this bit A- could have ridden down all the way – at the top at 11 35 the Hourquette a picturesque narrow cleft thro’ the argillaceous perpendicular schist – good view all the way in the clear part near the top of the Mouné (its peaky summit towering above all the rest) that we were to have gone to from Bagnères de Luchon – Le pic du midi not near so fine from here as from the hourquette d’Aspin – here we are close under the pic d’Arbizon and behind it the pic d’Antarooy – before reaching the hourquette we had overtaken a Bagnères de Bigorre intelligent guide who went with us as far as Paillole [Payolle] – he pointed out the old silver mine at the foot of the pic d’Arbizon which our young serrurier had spoken of as we went to the hourquette d’Aspin – our B. de B- guide also told us that the three Germans who had undertaken the mine d’argent at the foot of the valle de Louron had subscribed 50,000 fr. a piece for working the mine – and it is likely to answer – our host at Arreau (M. Clarière) had spoken of this mine – 4 hours from Arreau – 20 kilos of ore field 20 francs of silver, besides a considerable portion of lead – but I understood him as well as the serrurier that this mine is in the valle d’Aure above Arreau – 5 minutes at the top, and off down at 11 40 both sides of the mountains called the mountain de Transport – even this side, down to Paillole [Payolle] belongs to the valle d’Aure – to 4 communes of the valle d’Aure called les quatre voisins – there was a trail about it in Paris and the valle de Campan sent and paid ‘une homme de confiance’ to plead her right, but was bought off and Campan lost her claim – she has the right to send cattle to pasture on the mountain but not to let them sleep on the mountain, so that the cattle cannot go far – at 12 enter the pine forest – preserved by government, or it would soon be destroyed – guardians to take care of it, and a heavy fine on people found cutting wood – before government took it up, the people particularly of the valle d’Aure had a considerable trade in wood from here – (500/. fine says Charles for being found cutting the beech wood above Barèges) – A- dismounted at 12 5 (I had walked all the way down from the hourquette) and walked about ¼ hour when we both remounted in the forest – at the prè de St. Jean or Camp Bataillé, where tradition says Messala lieutenant of Augusuts beat the Bigorras Chaussenque [Chausenque] i.353  at 12 25 – not a Vératre to be seen (vide rep. 14 line 7) – at the carrière de Campan at 12 ¾ and then send Charles with the horses to bait at the little auberge at Paillole [Payolle] – nice view of the pic du midi from the upper part of the quarry in the midst of forest of spruce fir – about 30 workmen employed – one part of the carrier red with horizontal white stripes – the mottled green and white, and greed, red, and white, marble very pretty even in the rough – went down to the village of workmens’ cottages close by, and from there to another little quarry just opened in the gorge or wooded cabine (a little above the village) – then walked to the auberge about ¼ mile off and there at 1 35 a few drops of rain having hurried us there, for shelter – A- and I had each a boiled egg (à la coq) and were off at 2 5 a few light drops of rain rather frightened us, and before 3 I had put on and off my cape once or twice –at 3 fine look down upon the scattered village of Grip – the whole green bottom of the valley a camp-like village as far as Ste. Mary (could see no farther) – descend by a little sentier, leaving the auberge at Grip on the right and behind us, and get into the highroad about ½ hour beyond the auberge – the long hill-ridge we had passed from Paillole [Payolle], fertile and covered with cottages and granges all along the top, divides the large valley into 2 almost as far down as to Ste. Marie, the division on this side being Grip, and on the other the valle de Seoube [Séoube ]– In the highroad to the Tourmalet at 3 ¾ - at 4 10 thunder lightning and rain – Charles had said just before he thought we had better turn back – I hoped the storm would blow off – or not last long and A- and I were so anxious to avoid sleeping at Grip, that we determined to try what we could do – but on mounting the hill out of Tramesaigues [Tramezaigues]  the wind was so strong we could not carry

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umbrellas, and the rain was heavy enough to wet us through so soon, that I began to think it was foolish to expose A- to such a storm, especially as if the wind did not abate (which was improbable) it would be terrible (said Charles – il y a quoi de mourir) at the top of the port – we could not possible sit on horseback and should have to struggle thro’ on foot - .:. about 200 or 300 yards beyond Tramesaigues [Tramezaigues], at 4 20 we turned back – at 4 50 passed the little bridge over the Adour we had crossed to get into the highroad – at 5 10 alighted at the Inn at Grip – tho’ it rained smartly all the way we were not much wet, having got under the wind at Tramesaigues [Tramezaigues] and been able to carry our umbrellas – our cape and cloaks were however wet, and we filled a room at the auberge with them hung over chairs etc. to dry – I went to the kitchen to see about our dinner and helped to make the soupe à l’oignon, and boil 4 eggs and 8 trout put into the frying pan – a civil French woman who with her husband from Bagnères de Bigorre were detained by the weather helped me to boil the eggs – and told me poached eggs were Oeufs en chemise -  A- had hot water and drank the remainder pint bottle of our St. Sauveur Vilodry – I had boiled milk – soup à l’oignon – 2.S. of water boiled in the frying pan – then salt and a lump of butter and 2. S. of onions cut in small slices, and a little bread (I would not have much) all stewed or rather fried together till done enough – there ought to have been a little vinegar but I was afraid of its disagreeing with A- and it is common to blanchir la soupe with white of egg or cream – dinner about 6, and fair about that time or soon after – but soon afterwards thick again on the mountains – came to our bedroom at 7 the large room over the kitchen Charles in the next room but one – thankful to be so well sheltered – fine day till the rain threatening about 1 ½ at Paillole [Payolle], and afterwards nothing to signify till the storm came on at 4 10 – fair or thereabouts soon after 6 – but afterwards thick on the mountains and highish wind during the night –

[shiyoneko]

[TL Summary] Hanasaki Miyabi Marshmallow Reading (4/8/2021)

Get To Know Hanasaki Miyabi!! I’ll do QnA Marshmallow! [Hanasaki Miyabi/Holostars]

I reccommend watching the stream too!

He first greets the fans by telling them it’s been cold lately. After a cute head swaying and the usual KonbanMiyabi~, he then mentioned how there are new people who starts watching him lately, or maybe even those who had following him for long, and might not know who he is – for he doesn’t know himself much either, said by him – and he direct this stream for those who wants to know him more deeper.

There are many marshmallows sent to him and he might unable to answer it all.

 ・The mallow sender is very fond of Miyabi’s cuteness; The part of him that shows how good he is at games, the part of him that is nice to his Hanamigumis, the part of him that likes Temma a lot, the part of him that can’t read kanji well… The more they see him from different angle the cuter he looks and they wonder how can he be so cute and what is Miyabi’s own definition of cute.

Miyabi answered with how he doesn’t actually aiming to act cute, he’s just living as he is. He just showed how he actually is. So he concluded that probably he’s probably being cute just by living. He described it with how you usually saw a beautiful flower blooming on the side of the road and thought how cute it is.

Tho, he doesn’t like it if he’s being praised cute too much.

By re-reading what the mallow sender thought of him as cute, he said maybe to this person’s eye, he’ll probably be forgiven for almost anything at this rate; even if he ate his food messily and can’t clean it by himself, or when he got very fat, the sender might just think of it as cute.

Chat: I wouldn’t like messy eating… Miyabi: Yes! That’s how it should be. I think I’ll be a goner if you all don’t get angry for what I did wrong. So you all should get angry to me if I got overboard, okay. I think human is like that.

Comment: Then please don’t mute yourself when you’re sneezing Miyabi: That is one of the only thing I will never do.

Looks like even if we throw him red SC, he won’t change his mind.

 ・The sender wants to know what kind of bag that Miyabi usually use when he go out.

He answered, when he was in elementary school he used a aqua blue and white backpack with a strap of stuffed Disney character doll on the side. After he entered middle school, he felt a little embarrassed wearing it and decided to use a shoulder bag. He sometimes still use shoulder bag until now. And now, for some reason, he goes back to occasionally using the aqua blue and white backpack. He likes how it can hold many goods at once. And what he usually use now is a red, white, and blue colored backpack. And he still bring the same stuffed Disney character doll. He also said he put the Kyomu Suzume keychain too.

His mother had said to him that wouldn’t his age doesn’t suit for him to still hanging around a character doll on a bag, and he replied with “But I like it!!” In the end, his interest is still the same from when he was a kid.

Chat said that dolls has no age limit and he agrees. He also imagines a situation of him meeting someone wearing the same character doll strap and will quietly say in his heart “Ahh, you too huh. That doll is cute, I understand~!” and wouldn’t it be exciting to see someone who brought the same goods as you!

He also imagines a future where people with Holostars goodies glancing at each other’s merchandise and form a conversation of fellow Holostars fans, and said how exciting it will be – tho since Holostars had released their own goods, he find it possible to do even now –

 ・The sender told him about the new Among Us map and wondered if Holostars will play it again.

Miyabi answered this question vaguely by saying he’s preparing for things and told us to wait for it.

  ・The sender has bought food from convenience store a lot lately and wondered about Miyabi’s recommended convenience store items.

Miyabi answered with how he likes and often goes to buy stuff from convenient store. He mentioned how there are many types of convenient store, but the one he goes the most is Seven Eleven. He recommended a section beside the onigiri section, in the French bread section where you can find bread with cream cheese and salmon filling. Tho, he mentioned how it depends on the place whether they stock the same food or not. The next on his recommendation list is salad with pork shabu-shabu, and he also recommended season-limited food and drinks, like zavas cocoa and the likes. He also recommended flank steak. Also microwaveable squid, or those that could be use as side dish like smoked salmon. And spicy dried squid. For the drinks, he recommended cola. He told of normal occurrences he usually had where, despite all of the food and drinks mentioned before, when he reached the cashier he’ll eventually buy more goods and the total price would be over 3K. And after he got home, he’ll eat it all in just a day. Especially if there’s an update to the game he played.

Chat: And this is how you gained 5kg weight… Miyabi: Stop it everyone! It’s supposed to be membership-only secrets!

In the end, he admitted it and said he would like do a diet. He said if there’s a convenient store nearby, Temma will definitely go there too but alas there’s none near his house.

 ・The mallow asked him what does he likes from Temma.

Since it’s embarrassing for him, Miyabi decided to keep the answer in membership-only content. Instead, he told the viewer to ask Temma what does he likes from Miyabi.

 ・The mallow asked what kind of clothing does he usually wear when going outside, and who’s the most stylish out of all Holostars members

Miyabi said he often wears parker and mentioned how he likes checkered pattern. His pants and shirts are mostly checkered. (Tho, not all full-checkered) He also used to wear jeans, but the jeans he bought last year no longer fit him and realized that he’s gaining weight. As for the stylish member, he mentioned Astel is a stylish one. He also mentioned Shien is also stylish, but both Astel’s and Shien’s style are different kind of stylish. Aru-san’s is just Aru-san-like. He doesn’t know much about Temma’s yet, since the two rarely met offline. Miyabi said how Shien’s style is able to bring out his personality with a sense of adultness and not too eye-catching. The other day when they both went out, Miyabi saw the sneaker Shien was wearing and it was white-purple, and he felt a strong Kageyama Shien-ness from it. In the end, he keep glaring at Shien’s shoe. Miyabi said he likes shoes. When he wanted to ask Shien where did he bought the shoe so he can bought the red-yellow one, chat told him that it was a birthday gift from his fans. When chat asked about shoe size, he refused to tell it since he doesn’t want people get surprised if they knew his shoe size is bigger or smaller than what they imagined.

To conclude the answer about what does he wear when he goes out, normally he doesn’t go out much either so there’s not much of it. He mentioned that he has about another 9 of the same white shirt he’s wearing right now and regularly changed it based on time and circumstances (refers to his 2D model, not his rl shirt)

Chat suggested him to buy outfits online. Miyabi said that if he were to buy clothing, especially shoes, online we can’t measure out the size for our size. Shoe size can also change depends on the maker/designer. He doesn’t do online shopping unless for things he really wanted.

He likes Nikes. When he was gonna search for a particular item, he didn’t realized his browser was on the stream screen. He panicked and quickly closed it, and said that now everyone knows he usually uses Yahoo search engine.

 ・The mallow asked about is his character setting of not being able to be 18 is the same being forever 17

Miyabi said it’s a very important question. If he told about it, he might be erased from this world. He leave to viewer’s own imagination.

 ・The mallow asked does he likes chocolate mint or not. Miyabi: Now then, question! Does Hanasaki Miyabi likes chocolate mint or not!

*drums roll*

Miyabi: The correct answer is………………………..I really really like it!

When he goes to Baskin Robbins, he usually orders chocolate mint too. Chat: Then, that means I need to fight Miyabi Miyabi: Why?! I don’t want a fight. Will this be a world-scale war?

Some chats said that they really hate chocolate mint, and Miyabi said that it’s not nice to bluntly said show your hate, especially if they’ve never tasted it before. Chat linked it with coriander (teasing about Miyabi’s curry topping stream) and Miyabi said coriander gave him another different punch that sent him straight into a temple. When chat said that he will someday conquer coriander too, he’ll maybe try going into temple and eat it there to see if he can do it. Or other alternatives of eating stuff based on coriander and not eating it straight as a topping, just like there are people who didn’t like the actual tomato but are fond of tomato sauce.

Chat: I’ll be waiting for the coriander picnic at temple Miyabi: I need to search for temples that can support streaming first then ww

 ・This marshmallow asked what words he usually use when he does egosa.

Miyabi checked his recent search bar in twitter and mentioned みやびくん (Miyabi-kun),  ゆるすた(Yurustars), 花岸 (Hanakishi), ホロスタ(Holostars), 花咲みやび (Hanasaki Miyabi), 花咲の森 (Hanasaki Forest), 住人スタンプ (Hanasaki Forest’s Residents Stamp), 花見組 (Hanamigumi), モンハン (Monster Hunter), モモコブロッサム(Momoko Blossom).

When he checked the Momoko Blossom word, his eyes fell upon a fanart that depicts Momoko Blossom gijinka and showed it on stream. He said its really really cute and showed his Miyabi-ness, especially the ribbon part. He decided to RT and liked it. He also wanted to see more gijinka of other forest residents too. Miyabi mentioned that he always like gijinkas. He showed another cute fanart on stream and thanked the author.

 ・The mallow asked whether Miyabi is a streamer that tends to remember his fans or not.

Miyabi said that he quickly forget people’s names, but if the person came to his stream a lot and commented, he’ll tend to remember them. Also people who mutter on Twitter a lot, draws fanart, and other stuff. If he see a new name on his stream he will know that they’re newcomers too. He encouraged people to comment more during his streams so he can remember their names.

Chat also mentioned that they usually remember other viewers’ names.

 ・The next mallow: I love you, Miyabi

  What did you eat for dinner yesterday?

Miyabi answered that he ate Jiro Instant Ramen at 3 am, but he can’t remember what he ate for dinner. He’s able to remember Jiro Ramen because it left a huge guilty feeling in him for eating it at midnight and could possibly make him gain more weight, especially he’ll sleep after that. Miyabi mentioned that Jiro Ramen also has vegetables in it. A chat said that sleeping after you fill your tummy is the best and Miyabi agrees. Apparently he drinks all the soup too and is guilty for adding up more fat for him to burn.

A chat recommended him to store the soup for the next day and then add rice and eggs on it, and said it’s enough for 2 portions. Miyabi said it’s a great idea and will try it next time.

 ・The next mallow asked is it annoying to send a letter to him every month.

Miyabi answered not at all, in fact he wants fans to send him one every day. Chat said that the letters are most probably gonna be compiled and sent at the same day. Imagining that, Miyabi becomes a bit scared. A chat asked whether the content of the letter will be checked by management before it reached him, and he answered yes. So there are instances that if management finds the letter dangerous, they might block the sender. Temma and Shien had told him about how great season-based letters are and Miyabi agrees. He mentioned that his letter will be compiled in the office and sent to him once every 3-4 months. He said that the last time he received his new batch of letters is a week or two weeks ago (judging from this stream’s date, it’s probably about April 1st or March 25th) and the letters he received that time were new year greetings. And so, if fans wanted to send regular letters, he suggested sending it every 3-4 months. He mentioned that his, along with Holostars, will have 2nd anniversary soon and he said he will receive a batch of letters that time too.

 ・Next mallow asked him about foods he recently hooked into.

Miyabi answered that lately he’s been buying soy milk. When couldn’t finish all the milk, he’ll put them in dishes like hamburg and annin tofu. He’s been trying to make soy milk-based dishes. A chat asked what does soy milk taste like, and Miyabi described it as tofu being squished and mixed with a bit of sugar. He also said soy milk hot pot is great. It’s a hot pot with a soup of soy milk with consommé, with chicken breast meat and Chinese cabbage put in it, also put a bit(?) of cheese in it and it’ll be super delicious. He reminded us that we shouldn’t put too much cheese for such a healthy dish. He said he’s been trying to cook by himself lately and made omurice, tho the dish he’s good at making right now is still instant cup ramen. He really likes cheese and would put them into hot pots, mentioned how it’ll taste great with tomato hot pot. He tried to not do that too much, thought.

He shared a story of where he tried experimenting what ingredientsb suits pasta more to his liking, and found out about ochazuke-no-moto pasta recipe. He claimed it as delicious and everyone should try it too. After you boil the pasta and drain the water, you put it in ochazuke-no-moto soup and warm it. It’s also cheap. He said he made it a lot when he was in middle school, but not recently.

 ・The next mallow asked about Miyabi’s first impression on other Holostars members, like their fashion impression. They also wanted to know Miyabi’s fashion as well.

Miyabi said that the first Holostars member he had met offline was Roberu. He described his first impression on Roberu as… still Roberu. When he was alone waiting for everyone while looking at his phone, Roberu suddenly greeted him with his usual tone, while Miyabi was all surprised and greeted politely. The next member he met was Rikka and Aru-san. He described Aru-san as… still Aru-san. His character model wear a pretty uniform-like clothing, but the offline Aru-san he saw wore a more free style clothes and Miyabi thought “So Aru-san can dress like this too.” He also wore masks and glasses and to Miyabi it was a bit scary and didn’t believe it was Aru-san at first ww Rikka’s is just Rikka. The next members he met is Astel. Miyabi said he was scared when meeting him at first “This is… the aura of an extrovert! This is bad!” Miyabi’s introvert radar rang danger signs ww But after Miyabi talked a bit with him, he realized Astel is stil Astel. On the way home, he got on the same train as Astel and talked about the future for a bit until they both reached their own destination. The next member is Shiepi. He said he likes Shiepi the most. They both likes the same thing and able to talk about the hobby, and Miyabi could talk with Shien more easily. He could feel more calmer when he was talking and being beside Shiepi. The last members he met are Izuru, Temma, and Oga. Miyabi described Izuru as the one who is much kinder and calmer than others. Mentioned how Astel Izuru are usually loud when they stream together, but offline Izuru is very quiet, he’s like a cat. Sometimes Izuru whispered to him that the town is scary, and Miyabi finds it cute. Miyabi said his walking pace is fairly slow, Izuru would sometimes turn at him and asked if he’s tired. Even after Miyabi told him to go on ahead, Izuru adjust his pace and walk along with Miyabi. It is a surprising side to him. As for Oga, Miyabi described him as someone who has big bro energy. His build is big too, but despite that he keeps tries to keep talking in a friendly matter to Miyabi, and is very kind. The last is Temma, but he doesn’t really understand him yet. When he first met him offline, Temma was very nervous and he couldn’t talk much with him. Miyabi mentioned that he met offline with the others are not personal, and was actually a Holostars offline meeting, so he didn’t have much time alone with Temma to understand him further. When he glanced at Temma, he always looked like his gaze was heading towards somewhere far away. He was shaking in the corner. Miyabi tried talking to him, but both of them were very nervous. Next time Holostars do an offline meeting again, Miyabi is determined to properly talk to him.

 ・The next mallow asked where would he go when Miyabi and Temma went outside together.

Miyabi said it’s probably restaurants and such. Mentioned that the only personal offline meeting experience he had was with Astel and Shien when they go to Disney together, and the only member that he met offline just the two of them is only Shien, watched the new Fate: Grand Order movie. With Temma, both are probably will be too nervous to talk to each other and made it awkward, so they’ll bring a third-party, Aru-san to come with them and have lunch together. He said it’ll be much more easier to talk if there’s more people.

 ・The next mallow asked Miyabi to beg cutely so the sender could give him pocket money and spoil him more and more.

He has a side of losing interest of doing something when he were told to do it, so he apologized that he won’t do it. He do likes and wants money but directly asking for it to his viewers felt wrong, so:

Miyabi: …Give me money, please. Ww

Chat: *Superchats Shower

Miyabi thanked all of the superchats and said he’ll use it as funds for Hanasaki Forest.

 ・The mallow sender noticed that there’s many bird-like creature in Hanasaki Forest and asked what kind of bird does Miyabi likes

Miyabi answered with bird thight, bird liver, bird skin, bird wings, parts of birds that could be eaten. Was surprised that they weren’t talking about birds to eat, but living birds in general ww

He said that a warbler has been living nearby his house and he often heard it’s chirps, and start liking warbler. He also likes penguin, chicks, and sparrow. He likes cool-looking birds like eagle and owl. He mentioned that when he was still in elementary school, he kept a pretty big peacock. It was gone when he graduated. He wanted to try eating a big fried egg using ostrich eggs and wondered how many servings he could make with just using one egg.

 ・Next mallow sender noticed how Miyabi chooses his word carefully in minds of the person he talked to and could sense kindness from it and is awed by it. They asked whether that kindness of him is just natural or he tried to be as careful as possible when talking to people, and said they wanted to communicate to people as kind as him.

Miyabi said that it could be coming naturally from him, but there’s one point in his life that made scared of people to the point he couldn’t go outside of his home. That made him developed a personality that tries to observe the person he’s talking and finds out what could possibly make this person happy and sad and angry, and tries to blend in with the people around him. He don’t know if this could be called kindness, since all he wants to do is get along with everyone and don’t want any fights. He has confident that he can befriend newcomers easily with this trait and he might be the best to read the room. He said by being afraid of people and observing them that probably we could get less fearful of them.

But because of this, he also said that collabing with Holostars members are quiet difficult. But he decided that it’s fine for him and thought that it’s one of the good part of Holostars.

 ・The next mallow mentioned that Miyabi always changed his (L2D) outfit not bounded by the current season and asked if there’s any particular reason when he wanted to change outfit, or is it just depends on his mood.

Miyabi said that he didn’t think much of it. He decided on the spot what kind of outfit he’ll use before stream starts. Tho there are times where he wanted to fit his outfit with the theme of his stream, like marshmallow reading such as this might draws in more new viewers who is curious of him so he want to wear his default outfit, or when he plays horror games he’ll use casual clothing like his summer outfit to give a feeling that he’s playing at home.

That was the last mallow! He said that it’s still not enough and he plans to do more at a later date. There are still many mysteries of him that he himself still doesn’t know too. For those who want to know more of Hanasaki Miyabi’s charm, he encouraged you to watch his streams more.

 Thank you for reading~

#hanasaki miyabi

[balkanradfem]

Okay so this is what we're starting with: 

Big cabbage-broccoli leaves, swiss chard, chives, pea pods, horse radish root and apples. I actually wanna deal with peas first, I'm not eating them today because I'm trying to collect enough to have peas for winter solstice. So I'm just quickly blanching them (boiling for a few minutes, then throwing them in cold water) so I can add them to my bag of frozen peas. Peas will lose color and texture if not blanched and I want them all pretty.

Chives will just get washed and stored for later, I'm likely to cut them in small pieces and put them in salads or pures. Swiss chard will also be saved for now, I'll probably saute it with potatoes another day. Now lets make lunch! I decided to add to these ingredients one onion, some potatoes and one parsnip root. These are also from the garden, they were just stored for winter. I'm making a thick white soup, I don't know what that's called? It's made by mixing flour with hot oil and adding water. First I need to cut up all of this:

And then I'll just golden the onion on oil before adding flour. The flour absorbs the oil and it gets super nasty looking right away, but it's for a good cause.

As soon as the water is added and mixed in it turns into a nice white sauce! It does get dehydrated very quickly so it's good to add more water before it starts to burn. I added lots of water, and also dumped all potatoes, parsnip root, and greens inside. I also put some salt in. 

Then I put the lid on, waited for it to boil, and immediately put it off of the fire and wrapped into towels and blankets. 

 I once had to do this type of soup on a stove top and it was a nightmare; since it's thick, it actually sticks to the bottom and burns if not stirred, it can boil over, and it changes color to yellow which is not very nice at all. By having it cooked inside wrapped towels, so heat can't escape out, you are out of all these troubles. Nothing can go wrong, it can't burn or boil, and it stays creamy white, unless it catches some plant colors inside. It's done when the potatoes are soft, I left it for 40 minutes. Here's how it looks done!

Now, we still have horse radish root and apples to process! The horse radish is crazy spicy and we're gonna make into a spicy sauce. Here's the first step: grating it into tiny tiny pieces.

I was tired from making lunch so all next parts will be done on the bed. This was really hard to grate! Not only it's a hard root but so so spicy I was tearing up horribly by the end of it, had to blow my nose a few times. My sinuses are very clean now tho. You can see I put it all in a jar, there's a purpose to that. Next part is boiling some water and vinegar together, and adding a little bit of salt. I'm going to pour that onto my grated horse radish.

Now what that did is effectively made it into a paste. It cooked it only a little, so the root melted down and now it's easy to use it on a bread, or as a sauce or a side-dish. Traditionally people add it to yogurt or sour cream and make a sauce that way, because it's way too spicy to eat otherwise. I added in some oil in, just to mellow it down. The jar can last in the fridge for a while, and I'm likely to eat this as a bread spread. I'm really looking forward to it! I do have to make bread first.

Now our last delicious ingredient, apples. Okay so this will be the tastiest thing we make today and I don't know if people do this, because I just did it once, on a whim, and since that day I am addicted to it. We're making pan-fried apples. Here's the apples peeled and sliced:

And now we need only the minimum; just a little oil on a pan, and just a little sugar, a tablespoon and half maybe. Little is enough for this.

You wait for oil to heat up, put all apples in, then close it up and leave for 7 minutes. Apples will let out some juice and they wont stick. It's done when apples get little orangy on the bottom; they can be left to fry longer but only if you want them completely soft. Here's how it looks like done!

It's a perfect sweet, perfect dessert, I sometimes make it for breakfast too. These fried apples taste godly to me and since I can get them for free I ate a heinous amount. If at any point in time you have more apples than you can eat, this will make you eat them. See how I try to control myself by putting just a small portion on the plate? You think that worked?? I immediately came back for the rest. Ate 8 apples like it's nothing. You think I can eat 8 apples in a row otherwise? I cannot. This method filled my body with unholy amount of apples. And I will not be stopped when apples stop producing. I have some apples storaged. I can do this anytime.

#cooking #cooking from scratch #cooking hacks #food from scratch #eating from garden #foraged food

[nei-ning]

Earlier this year I was in a job interview in bigger food market (I was not selected tho). At one point the boss asked: “Tell me the worst thing what has happened to you with your boss in any previous place where you’ve been.”

I instantly told him:

“In 2006 I was in small local food market as a trainee for 3 months. During those 3 months I was away from work 3 days, 1 day per month. My period’s first day since the pain back then was very bad. At first it was okay with my boss but when my shift ended in my last day, she came to me nagging how I had been away those days without delivering any documents from doctor.”

He listened carefully as I continued.

“I told her I was following the law since legally you can be away from work 3 days in a row without a need to deliver any documents from doctor. She only then told me they have this rule that workers (only 2 beside me) have to bring documents from doctor from each day if they are out of work. She then sighed and asked what she’s going to do with me and I simply said nothing since 1. I’ve been following the law and 2. my shift and working here is over and 3. if they had such a rule, she should had told me about that in the very first day, not in my last day. How I could had known about the rule when she never said anything about it!?”

I also told him that good communication is the key in any working place. He said nothing since he probably heard it from my voice that I was firm and serious about it.

But this has been rolling in my mind now lately. I mean she wasn’t the best boss and she did favor her “right hand” who was old mean female worker. Both of them (boss and this old woman), for a some reason, “hated” me. No matter what I did, either one of them always found something to nag about. They also didn’t like it if I started to do tasks on my own (while knowing perfectly well how to do them). Let me tell you examples:

1. Many farmers came in the store, bringing mud all day long on the floors. Usually the yellow floor was brown instead, thanks to the dirt. A store can’t have such dirty floor since it doesn’t give a good impression about it that the store is kept clean. So I went to take cleaning supplies (bucket and mop) and started to clean when it was peaceful and quiet in store, no customers at all. And what either boss or this old hag did? Ran to me and almost yelled: “What are you doing!? The floor doesn’t need to be cleaned! Go arrange the shelves!” taking the bucket and mop from me. They didn’t give a shit when the floors were covered, well, with shit. They rather wanted me to go arrange items better on the shelves even that they were perfectly fine!

2. If I started to arrange shelves since they were messy and sort / elder people couldn’t reach the items from the back of the shelves, boss or this hag ran to me, yelling: “What are you doing?! Go clean the floors!” even that the floors weren’t dirty! Many times I was thinking that what the fuck they want from me!? They didn’t appreciate my initiative AT ALL!

3. If I stood still, waiting them to guide me (what I really didn’t need and I hated waiting), they nagged at me. If I went to do work on my own, they nagged at me. If I removed molded fruits from the shelves which weren’t in good condition anymore to be sold, boss ran to me nagging they were fine, dig them out from the trash bin and put them BACK on the shelf for people to buy! And there were so much banana flies! When I went to banana / grape shelf and swung my hand through the air above them, HUGE black cloud of flies spread in the air! I was so freaking SHOCKED that the boss, and the hag, didn’t honestly give a fuck (they knew about the flies). There also was a case where a fly was in a bread bag. I showed it to the hag and she just squeezed the fly in there and put the bread BACK on the shelf!

4. I used to have gloves when handling frozen items but when they broke, boss didn’t give me new ones. So I had gloves, but the fingertips were broken, my fingertips freezing over and over again. Another worker, super lovely woman who was there rarely, saw my gloves as we filled the freezers and she gasped: “Oh, dear child! You can’t work with those gloves! Take them off, dear! I go get you new gloves.” And she did. I always loved to work with her, but sadly she wasn’t there all that often. Most of my working days I spent with the boss and the hag.

5. Even my lunch breaks were 10-15 minute long instead of 45-60min or so. I just ate my yogurt, drink my small juice and ate my small chocolate bar and that was it. At least they didn’t nag at me that I spent too much time on eating. Honestly that “lunch break” was my only break in 6 hours + toilet breaks but I didn’t need to use bathroom all that often during the days. But boss with the hag spent their time while having breaks. Around 10am 15min coffee break, at 11am 45-60min lunch break and then in the afternoon another coffee break. And since I don’t drink coffee, I didn’t have those “coffee breaks”. Neither of them never even asked or suggested me to keep juice, tea or hot chocolate break! Surely I could had asked it myself but they only would had started to nag about it, starting to watch me and clock like a hawk.

Only good thing from those 3 months is my memories of this old lovely grandpa (Pehkosen pappa in Finnish) who, every day, came to buy morning newspaper and ice cream cone. He always bought the same ice cream cone :D And every time he stopped to chat with me. It was always my best moment in a day (with getting out of the store after my shift ended). Many times he told me:

“I am just an old man, but I mean no harm.”

It was his way to say he was not an old pervert who was after me or anything. He was simply a kind soul who loved to chat with me as well as I loved to chat with him :3 I really liked him! I wonder if he’s still alive...

#text #neis life #all other stores where I've been working have been great #bosses too #but this one was a shit hole :'D #maybe tagging this as a #rant #too

[dangerouslcve]

Unforgiven - Taron Egerton

Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: There is something so achingly familiar about Taron Egerton. He captures your attention from the moment you see him at Rada, your new acting school. He is the one bright spot in a place where people are constantly judged, the students and staff are rude, and security cameras watch your every move.  

Except Taron wants nothing to do with you- he goes out of his way to make that very clear. But you can't ignore nor shake the feeling that you know him. You were being drawn to like a moth to a flame. You need to find out what Taron is so desperate to hide, even if it shatters you...

Read previous chapters on Wattpad @ kayegerton

Disclaimer: I do not know what college is like.. Yet. But I did some intense googling. This story is for entertainment purposes only, it is considered an AU. With that being said, hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter Eight - Cam

  "Now where are you going?" Cam questions leaning up against the walls outside of Bliss lowering his round sunglasses. He appeared outside of the entrance of Bliss so suddenly you almost plowed right into him or maybe he was there for a while and you just didn't see him in your haste to get to class either way your heart began racing.

"Um class." you answered looking at him noticing his smirk as he stands up straight. Where did it look like you were going? You held a notebook in your hand titled Afternoon block and inside was your half completed theater assignment. Now would have been a great time to apologize for leaving the party so suddenly last night but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, you were already so late to class and there so was absolutely no hot water in the locker room so you had to walk all the way down to your dorm for a warm shower. Somehow what had happened after the party wasn't important anymore, you didn't want to draw anymore attention to yourself when leaving especially not after Taron had made you feel so pathetic. You didn't want Cam to think you were being rude you just wanted to move past him and be by yourself so you could try to move on and forget this mornings string of embarrassments. Except the longer Cam gazed at you the less important  it felt to leave and the less you thought about Taron. How could he do that with just one simple look?

With his clear pale skin and jet black hair he made you feel different from any guy you had ever known. He was confident and popular but he was also one of the nicest guys here. He had treated you with kindness since the first day you had arrived to this school unlike some.

"Class?" he yawned dramatically. He blocked the entrance to Bliss and something about the way his mouth was set while an amused look took over his face made you eager to know what wild idea he had up his sleeve. There was a bag slung over his shoulder and a espresso cup resting in his hand. The playful smile visible in his eyes as he skimmed the top of the coffee with his finger holding up his index finger he said, "Allow me to introduce you to my motto about Rada classes. Better never than late." You laugh watching as he pushes his glasses back up on his nose, the lenses were so dark you couldn't even see a hint of his blue eyes. "Besides," he flashed you a smile. "It's almost lunch and I've got a picnic."

Lunch? You hadn't even had breakfast and you were starving. The idea of getting yelled at by Miss Bliss for missing a good thirty minutes of her class seemed less and less appealing the longer you stood there next to cam.

"Got enough for two?" you nod at the bag he was holding. Cam flashed you a grin and steered you away with a hand on your lower back from bliss and past the are where you and Taron had been when the statue toppled over nearly coming down onto the both of you. He led her a little past the stage and stopped once he came to the tree.

"I know this is a weird place for a picnic," he explained, "but it's the best spot I know to dip out of sight for a little while. On campus, anyway. Sometimes I just can't breathe in there." He gestured toward the building. You related to that, you felt both exposed and suffocated all the time at this school. You would have never guessed Cam to be the one to share the same feeling as you did with this place, he seem so calm and collected all the time. After the party last night and the espresso in his hand now you wouldn't know that he felt just as you did in this school. Suffocated. Or more so that he picked you to share the feeling with. You cracked your knuckles as Cam continued to walk past the tree coming to a stop at the statues they used for plays at the back of the stage. "What do you think? Died fighting for her love?" he asked pointing at the statue of a woman and a man. The man was holding the woman in his arms his face buried in her neck.

"Um...Maybe scarlet fever?" you say with uncertainty making your way over to the statue to get a better look. You traced the bottom of a stone rock with your finger. Cam titled his head to the side considering it.

"Possibly," he says pausing looking at you a smirk spreading across his face again. "Either that or a mysterious accident while young Jane was taking an innocent 'nap' with the neighbor boy." You tried to act offended but Cam's side glance and expectant face made you laugh. It had been a while since you were messing around with a guy, it made you miss Richard. Cam grabbed your hand pulling you to the statue of a soldier. He let go of your hand and leaned up against the thigh of the soldier. "Now this guy," he said waving his hand to the soldier. "Total draft dodger mate. Suffocated when a beam fell on him. Which goes to show never hide from a roundup."

"Is that so?" you ask looking at him smirking, "Remind me what makes you an expert on all of this?" you tease. He kept glancing at you to make sure you were smiling.

"It's my sixth sense darling." he flashed you a big innocent grin "If you'd like, there's a seventh sense and an eight sense maybe even a ninth sense where that came from."

"Impressive." you say and he winks. "But right now I think I will settle with the sense of taste. I'm starving."

"At your service madam." he says pulling out a blanket from the bag that was slung over his shoulder and spread the blanket out on the ground a couple inches away from the statues under the tree which Taron had been leaning against just days ago at detention. He unscrewed the top of the cup and the strong smell of coffee filled the air around them making your mouth water. It had been weeks since you last had a coffee, you watched as he filled the tumbler with ice and added just the right of milk on top. "I didn't bring sugar."

"That's okay. I don't take sugar anyways." you take a sip of the ice latte he made. You hum under your breath. This was the first taste of caffeine you had all week.

"That's lucky." cam says before spreading out the rest of the picnic. Your eyes grew wide as you watched him arrange the food: a dark brown  baguette, a small round tub of cream cheese, a tub of olives, a  bowl of deviled eggs, and two bright green apples. It didn't seem  possible that Cam had fit all that in his bag or that he'd been planning on eating all this food by himself.

"Where did you get all of this?" you ask sitting down on the blanket pretending to focus on tearing off a hunk of bread. "And who else were you planning on staying with before I came along?"

"Before you came along?" he laughed sitting next to you. "I can hardly remember my bleak life before you came along." you gave him a snide look so he would know you found the comment incredibly cliche but also a little bit charming. You leaned back on your elbows and crossed your legs at the ankle. Cam reached across you for the butter knife  his arm brushed your leg and then rested on the knee of your dark blue jeans. He looked up at you as if to ask if this was okay. When you didn't flinch he kept his arm on your leg and made himself food, spreading the cream cheese onto the bread. You liked the feeling of his weight on you and in this bleak day that was saying something.

"I will start with the easier question first. I help out in the kitchen a couple days a week to take my mind off things. Part of my deal tho, I'm supposed to be giving back at the moment." he rolled his eyes. "I don't mind it there, it's strangely therapeutic. That is, if you don't count the grease burns." he held out his overturned wrist to expose the tiny little burn marks on his arm. "Occupational hazard. But I do get to run the pantry." he shrugs. You couldn't resist, you take your hand across the little burns on his pale arm some were fading others seemed brand new. Before you could pull away embarrassed of your forwardness Cam grabbed your hand and squeezed. You stared at his fingers watching them wrap around your hand making your shiver and feel almost dizzy.

"Are you cold?" he asks quietly but you knew when you finally met his eyes he knew you weren't cold. He scooted even closer to you on the blanket dropping his voice to a whisper. "Now I guess your going to want me to admit that I saw you in the hallways on your way to the theater and quickly packed all this up in hopes I could convince you to skip class with me?" you fished for ice in your drink smiling.

"And you had this whole scheme of a romantic picnic. In this scenic area?" you finished.

"Hey." he ran his thumb across your bottom lip. "You're the one bringing up romance." You pull back, he was right. You were the presumptuous today and for the second time in a span of hours your face burns up as you try not to think about Taron. "That was a joke. As if it weren't obvious darling." He gazed up at the tree you both sat under. "I know it's not Eden here." He said tossing you an apple. "But lets just pretend we are at some romantic park. And to my credit there is not much to work with here." He sends you a side glance. True. "The way I see it," he begins as he leans back on the blanket. "Location is negligible." You shoot him a doubtful glance but you also wished he wouldn't have moved away from you. "Where I grew up things  weren't so different from style of living here at RADA. The only upshot is, I'm finally used to my surroundings."

"So if I handed you a plane ticket to America right now you wouldn't be thrilled to be out of here?"

"Mmm... Mildly indifferent." Cam says popping an olive into his mouth.

"I don't believe you." You say giving him a shove. He looks over at you smiling.

"Then you must've had a grand childhood."

"I wouldn't know." You laugh bitterly biting into your apple going through the mental catalogue in your head of all the frowns, and lectures from your parents. All the doctor visits and therapy. No you wouldn't say you had a grand childhood because you don't remember, you only know the three hellish years you had with them before they sent you to RADA taking you away from your closest friends. But if cam couldn't even say he saw his future after rada and anything hopeful on the horizon maybe his had been worse.

Cam had taken his sunglasses off. His blue eyes were so confident as he watched you. He was holding that still pose again the one that made you feel froze to your spot. You sat up breaking his gaze he did as well but never once took his eyes off you. You let out a breathy laugh looking over at him shyly.

"I'm starting to think your a little bit strange." You say finally cracking the tiniest smile.

"Oh and just think how much more there is to know about me." He replied leaning in closer. Closer than he had when he was reaching for the butter knife closer than you expected him to be. He reached out and slowly ran his fingers through your hair. You tensed up, he was gorgeous and intriguing what you couldn't figure out is why you should be nervous but feel so comfortable around him. You couldn't take your eyes off his lips which were full and pink and moving closer making you feel dizzy. His shoulders brushed yours and you felt a strange feeling deep inside you like this was the wrong thing to do but you ignored the feeling watching as cam parted his lips and then you closed your eyes.

"There you two are!" A breathless voice cam behind you and cam pulling you right out of the moment and slammed back down into reality. You let out an exasperated sigh and turned your attention to Olivia who was standing before them with an obvious grin on her face. "I have been looking everywhere for you two."

"Now why on earth would you do such a thing?" Cam scowled scoring another few points for you.

"This was the last place I checked." She rambled counting on her fingers "I checked the dorms, gym, then under the-"

"What do you want Olivia." He snaps cutting her off almost like they had known each other for a long tine.

"I was sent by Ugh." She closed her eyes racking her brain like she was trying to come up with good excuse. "Miss Mary!" She says excitedly. "That's it." She snaps her fingers. "He- I mean she got upset that y/n was missing class. Went on about how you were such a promising student."

You narrow your eyes. Was she really following orders? Or was she just mocking you for making a good impression on a teacher. "Well come on let's get you back to class"

"Y/n you can have station three." Miss Mary says looking down at the sheet of paper when you, Cam, and Olivia enter Bliss. There was no where have you been, no points off tardiness, just Miss Mary placing you next to Emily on the other side of the stage like she hadn't even notice you had been gone. You shot Olivia an accusatory look and she just shrugs and mouths 'What?'

"Where have you been Y/n?!" Emily demands once you take a take your spot next to her. The only person who had seemed to notice your absence in class. Your eyes found Taron who was burrowed into his lines at station six. From your spot all you could see was his hair which was enough to bring a flush to your face. You sank into a chair mortified once again by their conversation in the gym. You couldn't shut out what you felt for Taron even if you also had feelings for Cam.

And you were never gonna be with him. That was the gist of the conversation in the gym anyway after you practically thrown yourself at him. The rejection cute so deep and so close to your heart you felt certain a glance at you and anyone would know what happened.

Emily tapped the desk impatiently waiting for you to say anything about where you have been. You just were not in the mood to tell.

Miss Mary stood in the middle of the aisle besides the seats snapping her fingers to silence everyone. Her hair was down today and she met your eye.

"Two lovers cursed to endure a love that will never be." She says in a story telling way before looking at the rest of the students. "That is where our story will begin." she lowers the lights and you look over at Emily who handed you the paper before whispering.

"The casting list." You look down and at the very top of the list is your name and under you is Taron. You glance up noticing Taron was still buried in a script.

"Oh god kill me." Emily days from beside you looking at the cast list. You lean over her noticing her name, Mary Bennet. You chuckle quietly.

"You will have fourty minutes of access to the Internet on computers to do your research on notes that are given in the script at the end or you may rehearse your lines." Miss Mary says making her way up the stage. "Plays like this go back many generations. So aim to go back at least six." Wonderful. An audible sigh erupted from station six.

Taron.

Miss Mary turned to him, "Do you have a problem with this assignment Taron?" He sighed again and shrugged.

"No not at all. It's fine." He looks over at you. "Should be interesting." You looked away from him and glance at Cam a few stations away who winked at you turning to Zane practicing his lines. It was obvious how into you he was but Taron on the other hand just wasn't interested and cam was sweet while Taron was not. You wanted to bolt out of this theater and call Allie and take a whole rain check on this pride and prejudice play. Talking up another guy was the fastest and the only way to get Taron out of your head.

But there was that no phone policy until after all the classes. All the other students around you began their work. This was going to be very difficult.

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[jiminrings]

hi so i saw that you're okay with writing blurbs (totally fine if you're not up to it tho) i just wanted to ask about the homebound au, you mention that jimin has a tough love relationship with y/n so can you elaborate more on that?? like how their relationship is? tysm and i love ur writings :((

homebound: tough love

pairing: best friend!jimin x y/n

glimpse: jimin has a tough love relationship with pit stop crew!y/n, and you’re very determined to get him to smile :D

wordcount: 3k

notes: thank u so much baby!!! ur cute and i love you

this is an in-depth take of jimin and y/n’s friendship from homebound, the racer!yoongi fic and in there originally jimin is sO annoyed by u hehe but there iS this piece as his redemption arc // gif isn’t mine!!

in your very humble opinion

first impressions in first days in literally EVERY setting possible last for a lifetime

yeah sure time and influence would change these relationships built on first days bUt of course they matter!!!!

that would be the first memory someone’s ever gonna have of you and that shit’s crazy if u really think about it

you didn’t really pay mind to first impressions at first because you really thought that it’s whatever the other person makes of you,,, for being yourself

but then jungkook happened

and then sUDDENLY YOU BECOME MORE COMPETITIVE THAN YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR WHOLE LIFE

it’s both your first day for work but for different teams and the two of you could still be up on each other’s throats buT it’s just via text

update: jungkook bought FOUR boxes of donuts all in different flavors and that’s just for his fellow crew members

for his crew chief, he deadass bought him a dozen for himself AND jungkook even made a crepe cake for the guy!! from SCRATCH

for jung hoseok the racer? tiny cups of ice cream cake packed in a little cOOLER he specifically bought for this reason alone

even sent pictures of those two large bags with him that he’s gripping in one hand alone....

your heart warms that oH look a selfie that a smiling koo sent AAAAAAAND he’s flipping me off :))

no worries tho you came fully prepared

you’ve baked red velvet crinkle cookies!! just two of em stacked and in the middle is cream cheese icing that tastes sO heavenly

although only 1/4 of them you did yourself because they looked like they were the only good ones from the two batches you’ve made hehe

the rest of those you just ordered and gODDAMN were they v delectable and scrumptious

now min yoongi the racer couldn’t be here for the first day because uh from what you’ve heard, he’s uh somehwere in malta with his girlfriend and the flights out of malta are cANCELLED aha

that just means you have to pour your all to your crew chief

a separate box of red velvet crinkles

AND THEN

get this

a large tupperware you had to buy,,

filled with different types of pstries and bREAD

cream puffs and pretzels and blueberry muffins then buttered croissants and basically everything else that u could check out with a reasonable expiry date

a little sticky note right in the muddle

“let’s get this bread :D”

bread meaning dubs and dubs meaning wins aHa get it?? get it?? do u get it

you’re really aiming to give it to mr. park jimin himself

you’ve actually never met him but you heard his name a handful when you were still a trainee

park jimin sounds so much of a dignified name it’s absolutely intimidating

much more so when you’re knocking at his door and there’s a gentle hum from inside the door and you’re so nervous to differentiate whether that was a signal for you to come in or dON’T

spoiler alert: you came in at what you assume is the middle of the call your crew chief was making and oh-

oH HE’S A FINE CREW CHIEF ALRIGHT

he’s young!! even looks like he’s just in the same age as you are and you can’t really tel because WOW

you honestly thought mr. park jimin was just an old sack of rice or something

like maybe even fermented rice wine old

you didn’t knOw mr. park jimin is THIS

ok jimin’s peeved because uh that him clearly meant no but also curious at the same time because who r u

he was in the middle of a call with yoongi who’s called him in his office phone which is why he’s sped all the way here, hence why you haven’t seen him in the gathering downstairs

he also acts as yoongi’s manager besides being his crew chief and he’s unknowingly fit into the position

it’s like when a professor groups you and there’s no assigned leader but eVERYONE knows who the leader is even if so

now he’s kinda in the middle of berating yoongi because he should’ve came home tWO days ago but he wanted to extend alright and now look who won’t be coming home for another three days :D

suddenly the door bursts open and he sees an unfamiliar face peeking through and???

“.... can i help you?”

oH RIGHT INTRODUCTIONS!!

“mr. park!! oR should i call you jimin?? should i call you doc like from cars the movie because i thOught that’s what usually happens???”

who are you

who ARE you

you’re so nervous that you went down the cars movie spiel and that’s jUNGKOOK’S move and maybe you’ve been spending too much time with him that you’re morphing into one person

of all the traits you could absorb it really had to be the nervous cars talk :(((

“i’m y/n y/l/n, a crew member!! i was recruited to be a trainee back in uni and i went straight to here and i heard sO much about you-“

..... hmmmmm

either you really did hear about jimin and his name makes up for some news

or you’re a liar

if he’s being frank, jimin’s only started out as crew chief like a year and a half ago

yes he knows he’s young!!!

much more young compared to the stereotypical balding crew chief with the mustache and the sun spots

there’s still some talk on to how he shouldn’t be crew chief at all because he doesn’t have like 100 years of experience like these dinosaurs do bUT HE KNOWS HE’S STILL QUALIFIED

he may be not as experienced but he knows the math!!! he knows the logistics and he knows the statistics

jimin’s smart and agile and he knOws he could handle being a crew chief!!! yeah although yoongi himself is like two years older than him and bossing him is hilarious at times lol

“-and i just wanted to give you this!! y’know... for the official start of my career and a little goodie bag!!!”

he knows what you’re doing

first impressions amirite

he doesn’t care for this shit at aLL because if he may brag.,., people are immediately whipped for him and all he needs to do is smile to their direction

that’s it

oh you’re kinda embarrassing yourself in his opinion lmao but ok

“oh. i usually find red velvet too sweet.”

cool cool

now you get that not everyone is as passive-aggressive as yOU are and how you’d much rather wait to let that person pass before you talk shit

but jimin is really straightforward as you could tell

“it’s okay because there’s bREAD!!”

who doesn’t like bread :))

not uNLESS jimin hates bread or is allergic to eat it because then that means you officially have butchered your first impression

“... huh... whole container.. filled with bread...”

he’s not even feigning his expression

he looks severely underwhelmed and you wanna suck it up because if you’re gonna look tragically displeased with me boss ATLEAST do it behind my back :(((

anyways jimin stands up from his seat and outsretches his hand and that’s your cue to shake it and then leave

one problem though,,,

you see you’re wearing some rings

and he’s wearing some long-sleeves

and you are gracefully unaware that there’s a loose thread by the cuff of it and jimin over here is sporting sweater paws.,..,.

the handshake’s over but yOUR RING IN HIS CUFF ISN’T

“oH i’m so sorry sir let me just-“

you’re tugging your hand off aND FUCK

“no y/n i’ll just-“

jimin tries to be the one to pluck it out from your ring that’s stuck but that’s too late for it now

bECAUSE THE THREAD’S ALREADY BUNCHED UP

and it’s now bunched up and when loosened :))) the thread’s already ran :))) and is very visible on jimin’s slightly expensive shirt :)))

yours and jimin’s dynamic...

it’s uh

it’s unlike no other

literally

jimin is repulsed by you

he finds that you irk him very easily and you don’t know wHY jimin finds you to be in his nerves when you literally do nothing to him

he joins in the team drills to boost morale and let the crew know that not only is he the one heading it, but he’s also with you along the way

“do you want ice cubes in your drink?”

jimin’s sunglasses are perched up just nicely on his nosebridge as he sips on his water that came from the jug

honestly the weather is just sO humid and slightly iced water just won’t cut it

“yeah sure”

he outstretches his hand for you to take the cup and put ice in it but you dON’T

you don’t take it away from him!!!!

instead

jimin sees you plopping down a handful of ice cubes in his cup with your bARE hands

b-buy you’re holding the cooler there mUST be some tongs in there

WHY DID YOU DO THAT

“they r clean and besides!! friends do that!!”

“who told you that we’re friends?”

he is the one who halts all your plans

“stop snacking” is his signature line for u whenever you’re by the pit

and yoongi isn’t even near the box yet wHY can you not snack???

you can’t even protesy because jimin already has his palm open so he coulf confiscate the gummy bears with the promise that “yea sure i’ll give you them when the race is over hmmmm yea”

of course he isn’t gonna stuff it in his pocket

he just plops them down on the table and when you ask him for them????

they’re all hot and melty and disgusting because they were accidentally left in the sun to disintegrate

“do you want some coffee?”

WHAT’S WITH YOU AND SHARING YOUR FOOD

and then he met jungkook

he’s a bit of a brat but eh jimin finds him more tolerable than you

you’re all done with the workout and your trainer sehun is just sO unforgiving like would another eight second break hurt????

you’re kind of passed out by the bench and so is everyone

“i didn’t have any kids ask me for a picture today :((“

typically after the race some people would ask for your photograph!! along with the other pit stop crew members and they just make your day!!!

yoongi isn’t the only superstaer here ok :((

“well maybe if you did your joob good, they’d actually want to be in the same frame as you are.”

jimin snorts in reply without skipping a beat and ahhhh everyone knows the two of you are gonna start fighting again

one

two

usually you just roll your eyes but-

“jimin i don’t kNOW what i ever did to you for you to hate me so much and i’ve literally done nothing but to try and be kind and patient with you!!!”

oh they’re just gonna leave collectively now

“i already know you find me insufferable you dON’T have to rub it in my face every single time.”

you just combusted actually

you’re so over with jimin treating you like a loose thread on his shirt and he discards you every TIME like so

you can’t catch a break and it’s as if you’ve never done anythint good for him ever in your whole career

you don’t make conversation with him not unless it’s for work

you don’t offer him your food

you don’t throw him a smile

he bought a box of red velvet crinkles but then you didn’t even get a piece :((

jimin is shitty at apologies and the guilt’s been eating up at him because yeah he admits that he’s crossed a line there

MULTIPLE TIMES

and most of the times it’s always intentional so that’s even more guilt-tripling

then THE incident happened

and you left

he felt the most apologetic and shitty for that because gOD you’re just so good to everyone and to especially him!!!

he’s treated you so badly and you don’t waver for a single second because up until the last minute, you were still adjusting for him!!!

you were still considering his possible promotion and him in general when he knows to himself that you could’ve easily pinned the blame on him

but you didn’t

you covered for jimin and didn’t want him to be jeopardized by yoongi’s outrage.

“i’m sorry for being an asshole to you all the time.”

the moment the season ended, he’s immediately made his way to kim kradle to apologize to you

again and again

again and again until he wore himself out and cried and you had to stop him sternly just to assure him that you’re not angry at him

he looks out for you in his own ways

jimin’s not very vocal nor showy on how thankful he is to have you as a friend

it’s to when you order a chocolate chip smoothie and then the barista gives you a matcha one and you aBSOLUTELY hate matcha

and u already paid and you don’t want to cause a scene or anything like that

“i thought you hated matcha?”

jimin’s confused because since when did you develop a love for this green thing you’ve vividly described as soggy grass after a rainstorm that tastes like soil and phlegm

“oh i sTILL do!! lmao the barista got it wrong but it’s ok i’ll-“

“absolutely not.”

and then jimin’s immediately taking your cup and the receipt on the table and he’s gOING for the counter and won’t back down even if you’re tugging at his sleeve

not only was your order replaced, you ALSO got a complimentary cookie as the manager’s apology because whew jimin could be scary

it’s when you’re cooking lunch at kim kradle and u are mighty afraid of oil splashes because who wouldn’t????

jimin would nudge you to the side and he’d wordlessly take over for you

you would fall asleep on the floor and he’d prop a pillow underneath your head quietly

if he’s in the mood he’d give you another one underneath your arms

he may call for yoongi to carry you to the couch but ok fine he carried you one time and he’ll never speak of it

he’d let you believe that a ghost carried you there or something

sometimes jimin is just his usual grumpy self and he’s always been that wat

it’s tough love

jimin really drove to kim kradle at 7 in the evening which is out of his way and out of schedule because he should’ve done this errand at the opposite part of the city,,,

but here he is

with some fever medicine and a blanket from your place (he has a spare key) because you’ve been feeling homesick with all the back and forth from kim kradle and yoongi’s place :((

“thanks, minnie. lol if only i don’t love you platonically and u weren’t an asshole to me, you would’ve tOTALLY be my boyfriend rn”

ahem

yoongi would like to make it known that HE IS HERE

he IS the boyfriend

“you guys know that i’m-“

“totally. if only i didn’t find u annoying and a bitch, we could be married right now!!”

yoongi just wants to-

jungkook pats yoongi’s head in amusement

lol he too is a lil jealous because yOU’RE his best friend but anyways

“let them be, yoongs.”

aish he’s right

it’s heartwarming to see

jimin’s only warm to a couple of people and that’s including yoongi

he’s not the most open nor affectionate person in the world but he’s trying ok and that’s good enough!!!

“i TOTALLY would’ve been the godfather to their child though lmaooo”

jungkook snickers for a side comment that’s too LOUD and he’s only half-joking if he’s being honest and-

uHHhH

quick question

is that a flying wRENCH

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