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clubatsumu · 2 years

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we used to share his tiffin when he hurt his knee and missed clubs. he hated missing sports it but i spent mornings with him talking about everything. now we say hi to each other in the hallways and he's seeing past me. i'm too boring for him, i've realised.

loll i just feel like crap lately 😔👍 how about something with sunarin? i remember u had that romcom series (deskmate suna?) with him n i just need.. a pick me up? sorry if i spammed. love ur stuff tho!

this took an awfully long time lol. hope you feel better soon. the situation youre in is nuts lmao i cant even imagine being in your shoes SO this is all i can do to help and i hope this makes u feel a tiny bit better :)

"it's the retrograde." you nod, closing your eyes and leaning your head back the cheap fluff of the infirmary pillows, the thin scratch of its lime green pillowcase.

suna rintaro is sixteen years old, and he's never heard of that word in his life. he blinks up at the ceiling. "the... what?"

“the retrograde. it’s why you’re so”-- you motion at his body with your eyes– “off-kilter.”

“the gatorade?" he questions again.

“retrograde, genius. it’s when mercury looks like it’s going backwards in its orbit, because it's, like, faster than earth, which makes us think the world is going backwards. it messes up everything.”

you are replied to with nothing but a doubtful, “sure.”

it smells like disinfectant and the cheapest detergent in the store. there’s nothing but the soft hum of birds outside the bright infirmary windows, the whir of the rickety ceiling fan, and the pasty almost-summer morning breeze until –

“my parents divorcing can’t be because of mercury.” suna sputters, topic hanging heavy in the air.

it's almost comical, the way he does it. everything is comical with him, on a scale so small it’s almost microscopic. the way he says the most ridiculous things. the way he knows the most ridiculous things. the way he has the most ridiculous assumptions about girls.

he’s kind of ridiculous, and not just in the intrinsic way sixteen year olds can be. his brand stretches further, and without real rhyme or reason, you’re sure he’ll be ridiculous twelve years from now.

“then what else could it be because of?” you ask, wide-eyed. “don’t forget your twisted ankle, your concussion, and the four stitches you need on your hand. the only good thing is it isn’t your right.” you shift so that you’re leaning on your elbow, body twisting until you’re facing his bed while you occupy your own right beside it. “what could possibly explain your life being this much of a disaster?”

he shifts defensively. “jeez, it’s not a disaster…” he trails off though, because it kind of is. bodily injury is one thing now that pro teams are scouting, but his mother cheating on his father is another separate, larger bag of bones for him to unpack.

fun.

“good thing i don’t live at home, eh?”

you hum, knowing he lives with his aunt here. come to think of it, you know a lot of things about him ever since… well… ever since – look, you’re not proud, but the only reason why you know each other is because the two of you have constant aches and pains… or so you say. you know you’re lying everytime you clutch your stomach, stagger inside the familiar sliding doorway, and say to the nurse, “i’m not feeling so well,” and she rushes you to a bed and gives you a painkiller pill you don’t drink.

your stomach aches at exactly 2 o’clock, geometry period.

the first time the two of you met, it was when you were already lying on the cot, scrolling through your phone, your mouth playing with the menthol candy you bought from the cafeteria at lunchtime, hugging your pillow. minutes later, from outside the curtain separating you from the world, the doors slid open again, and a voice said, “migraine,” before the cot next to yours got occupied with a boy-grunt and sigh.

the cots are separated by these semi-sheer-kind-of-not curtains, and when he opened the one between you, you saw suna rintaro for the first-ish time. you’ve seen him around, sure, but the two of you had separate everythings. to be honest, he wasn’t the kind of guy you’d be friends with. something about him radiated very strong woman-hater energy, at least to you. maybe it was the dark undereyes or that he hung around the twins. everyone knew that the twins weren’t fun to be around unless you liked your underwear being pulled up your asscrack.

“sorry,” he said in a voice that was exactly what you imagined it to be. “thought no one was here.” then the curtains closed with a swish between you.

“did you know my grandmother is a shaman?” you ask him now. you tap your fingers on your stomach in a steady rhythm of the radio jingle.

“do you know how to… do that stuff… you know, like the praying? dancing?”

“yep,” you pop the p. “i’ve been training since i was a little kid.”

“that’s nice.”

if the attendance logbook was in the infirmary, you and suna rintaro would be star fucking students.

you saw each other all the time, and like a liar recognizes another one, the two of you kept making excuses that were more desperate than the last. it evolved from a headache to a toothache to i feel like my appendix might burst, nurse, but i swear, i don’t need the doctor, i just need to rest here for a while and i think i have an ulcer.

there is always a war on who gets to have the bed nearest the window. so, in camaraderie maybe, you say: “my grandma would tell you to let things happen. problems are like waves. some are huge, some not so much, but all waves are impermanent. if you ride all your waves, it won’t matter whether you fall of or stay on top of them, you’ll still end up in the water.”

he blinks, you see from the corner of your vision. his body’s dancing subconsciously to the beat, his bicep flexing from the way he’s reaching up the pillow under his head to hug it. “is it because she’s a shaman? she’s so at peace?”

“it’s because she thinks no one is worth her time. she chased her neighbor with a fork, once.”

that earns you another blink. “you’re kidding.”

“i’m not." you snort. "i’m really not." you admit, "my parents are divorced too, that’s why i live with my grandma.”

“how’d that go?” “i get two presents on my birthday. i have step-siblings on both sides, but i think all of them want nothing to do with me, which is fine, to be honest – i don’t like them all that much either. it sucked at first. i was ten. but then… their life is theirs, mine is mine. they can do whatever the fuck they want with it.”

that sounded way angrier than you intended it to be. you’re sure he notices, if his “huh” is anything to go by.

“well…” you admit, “sometimes i’m still angry. but whatever. nothing we can do can stop it.”

“yeah. we can’t stop it.”

his words are measured, like he’s already somewhere else and only a fraction of his attention is on you. you hum, “can’t control it.”

“can’t control it,” he repeats.

“do you ever get scared of how out of control everything is?”

“no.”

of course he doesn’t, you roll your eyes. the jingle fades, and a commercial about a hardware store comes on. “i thought so.”

“life’s a wave,” he says. oddly, you think you helped.

“life’s a wave,” you repeat.

“ohayo.” he salutes you in the hallway. you’re a class ahead of him, but you’re really not much better in the student rankings. the two of you are in the same tier, sit in the same proverbial table of nonchalant students that don’t really plan on going to a fancy university or being an alumni success story.

“hey-o.” you offer a fist, which he bumps with his own.

suna is your kind-of friend.

a friend you talk to about things that don’t revolve around sentences like is this cute? i swear, tampons are way easier than pads. what about my hymen? do you think a tampon is as big as a dick?

you love your friends, truly, with all of your heart, and these conversations are fine. but you and suna talk about –

“what if pewdiepie stops uploading videos?”

– which really isn’t better than your girlfriends, but…

none of them hate geometry as much as you do. you answer, “you’ll probably shake and throw up and have the sweats. go through withdrawals.”

“true,” he agrees. you know he’s playing said channel on his phone. you can hear it because the only setting his earphones are ever on is blasting, so you hear his english drawl from a cot away.

you rub your socks back and forth the sheets like a snow angel without snow, nothing else to do.

“what are you gonna do in the future?”

he never asks about the future. you’re not sure the word is really in his vocabulary. after that talk about life being a wave, every minor inconvenience he was met with, you’ve heard him mutter wave, wave, life’s a wave – so no one can blame you if you think he plans on being unemployed.

“i’ll be a cinematographer.” you pause, surprised. “wow. that’s the first time i’ve said that out loud.”

you have no clue how that came out. you haven’t told anyone about it, just made them believe you’re still figuring things out even though you already had, since you were thirteen.

“oh wow.” is his only reply. you want to retract it suddenly, that piece of yourself you’ve shared only with him. it’s funny how he didn’t even try, and yet – he knows your secret, and he doesn’t even know the gravity of it.

you bite your candy. “you think i can’t do it?” to be honest, you sometimes think you can’t too. there are a lot of people in this world, and what kind of special do you think you are to hold the place you want? fucking suna.

“nah. i just didn’t think you liked movies.”

“i do. i just don’t talk ‘bout them to anyone because…” you trail off lamely.

he casts a glance your way. “you don’t mean, like, a cinematographer for… porn… right?”

you tilt your head deeply, frowning.

“just making sure.” he waves a hand in the air, as if to waft away the discomfort. “what kind of movies do you like?”

“dunno. the usual. hitchcock. nolan. scorsese, but i don’t like goodfellas all that much.” you frown more, not knowing what he’s going to say next. he’s probably going to say ah, and change the topic. you shift in your cot, embarrassed to be talking about this – you already have and no one really gets it the way you do, they all just say ah and move on. it’s a waste of time, really.

“i like psycho. i like the birds more though. don’t know why. so, you're gonna be like hitchcock? like, suspense shit?”

oh, your mouth parts.

oh wow.

to be completely honest, you didn’t expect suna rinataro the transfer student to be the one to tell your deepest darkest secret, and there was an even lesser expectation that he’d understand. something sparks inside you. something akin to appreciation for him, that the stars collided and put his soul into a vessel of bones and blood and skin, delivered him right beside you in the infirmary of inarizaki high.

you blast him a brilliant smile. “no. not at all! i want to make stuff like yasujiro ozu.”

suna tells you tokyo story made him feel so lonely that he couldn’t finish it. you nod enthusiastically, talking his ear off about how there were so many lines that encase the characters in the frames that they seem to never be able to get out, does that make sense? how singularity is the root of interpersonal struggle?

he looks at you funny, with a huff to his nose, a tilt to his lips, no, it doesn’t.

on a wednesday, the door opens again, but it’s not his voice that wafts up the air, into the brrr of the fan, the static of the low radio drama that the nurse is listening to.

it’s miya atsumu that says, “i think i sprained my wrist.”

you try to quell the disappointment blooming in your chest.

the next week, the nurse resigns. rumor has it that she’s moving to the states with her american boyfriend. the new nurse who replaces her doesn’t fall for your headache rouse, and neither does she fall for the appendix excuse. the moment you say it, she looks at you gravely, saying without having to say, you try that shit with me and your grandmother’s hearing about it.

you attend geometry class for the rest of the year.

when you and suna pass each other in the hallway, he looks at you sourly, and you understand. you mimic it all back. no more infirmary for the two of you.

when you turn seventeen – when everyone who was sixteen turns seventeen, really – the relationship between you and rintaro gets threadbare. like a shirtsleeve seam that’s being rubbed everywhere, time maybe, different interests, different groups, all compound to the friction that creates the heat that separates the two of you. but unlike heat, nothing is remarkable about the way the two of you stop talking. you just… do.

you and suna are kind of like tokyo story. within rooms, looking in through doors, but never out of them.

an unremarkable relationship marked by an unremarkable end.

you meet the old nurse – the good nurse, the nurse who understood that students shouldn’t sit through geometry if they didn’t want to – again when you are twenty-eight, scrambling for the subway in new york, not knowing shit about the stops. you’re carrying a tripod in your arms, a sling bag full of camera equipment secured across your body.

nothing’s changed about her, except maybe the appearance of a few white hairs near her hairline that weren’t there ten years ago. she tells you, “i remember you,” and suddenly you are a student again, even though you haven’t been for a while. you smile at her politely, thinking it’d be weirder if she didn’t, seeing as you were in her clinic almost daily.

“you used to have short hair.” she says.

“ah, yes, that’s right.”

she narrows her eyes, “and you used to come in with that boy. you and he were chatterboxes, weren’t you? yapping all the time with each other. are you keeping in touch with him?”

it’s been a while since you thought about him, but without a slither of a doubt, you know she’s talking about suna rintaro. “oh, i haven’t talked to him for a long time now. how have you been?”

you look around the cart, seeing a burst of color. there is no monotony here, but somehow, the individualism creates a sense of comfort, a sense of safety knowing no one cares if your hair is firetruck red. they're all reading their books, scrolling through their phones, listening and looking far away. only you and the old nurse are in the cart.

“the same. i’m surprised to see you here.”

“for work." you admit. " and only for a year, and then i’ll go back to japan.”

“ah,” she says, looking at the flickering light above. then she starts gathering her things. “it will be my stop soon. it’s good to see you.”

seeing the nurse was a prophecy, your grandmother would say. or at least, a prelude to something. because when you come back to japan, not a week later you see suna again.

he wasn’t a missing piece – not the way your best friends would have been if you’d lost touch – but still, there’s a deep seated longing in your bones that hits you so forcefully when you see the side of his head again. a kind of time loop that reverts you back to when you last talked, a nostalgia for all the years that passed, for something you’ve forgotten and recently remembered.

you’re in a hospital emergency room. for an ulcer.

the curtain opens, and there he is. a flicker of surprise mars his features for a second before the nurse closes the curtains again.

you shift in your bed, wondering if that was really him. it can’t have been.

the curtain opens again, the sound of metal on metal, and all the questions die in your throat.

“hi,” he says to you.

you manage to give him a smile. “hello.”

“how are you?” you don’t remember him to be this enthusiastic when you left high school. you have a feeling nothing’s changed, and this anomaly is caused by your sudden reappearance into his life. you know the feeling well.

“i’m okay.” other than the ulcer. “you?”

“great.” other than the obvious cast on his foot.

“what happened to you?” he asks. he's still ridiculous, nothing has changed, you think in awe.

“ulcer,” you reply. “or so they say. you?”

he lifts his left foot. nothing prepares you for what he says next. a wry smile. “mercury retrograde.”

it’s probably karma that landed the two of you here after so long, in an actual emergency room. still, you can’t help but feel that this is a beginning, a proper one. picking up an open-ended sentence and starting a new page.

#suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader

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deonideatta · 2 years

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EPISODE 7!!!!!!!

OH OH CAMP PROM

ej promised gina he’d save the last dance for her… (the foreshadowing-)

omg gina and the rest of the girls look so good!!! and ricky choked on his fruit punch 😭

rip gina just asked ej to dance with her and he said ‘a couple more prompts’ because hes running lines with everyone because 24 hours til showtime (yk what i understand, they've barely had 2 weeks to put this musical on, id be stressed as hell)

Breakup :(

Im honestly so sad because this could've been done so much better and i really am cursing out the writers room because irrespective of shipping, the writing is so off this season and the breakup could've been so much better.

NO WHY WAS THEIR BREAKUP EMOTIONAL MOMENT CUT OFF BY COMEDIC MOMENT?? FOUL

there was a season 2 breakup with 2 of the other main characters (ricky and the other love square girl) and in comparison, that was done so much better, there was care and thought put into this and not that there isnt for the portwell breakup BUT WHAT IS THIS???

Omg ricky and gina in a room and tension and shes sad and crying and hes like *i wanna help*

Oh my god ricky was about to tell gina about his feelings and then gina saw ej and tension and he asked what happening and she told him about breakup so he decided not to

FINALE EPISODE!!!!!!!

RICKY’S BIRTHDAY!

Oh ricky went to go find gina

IM HAVING EMOTIONS

pain

well half this episode is just showtime

oH ALSO 2nd girl of the love square is here but she always does for opening nights regardless and its so supportive and loving and AH (also the actress who plays her isnt returning for the next seasons so this is a send off)

No no nooooooooo

ej calling his dad and his dad not even doing the bare minimum of checking on his kid and now hes breaking down but its okay because his friend is there

OK well fast forward and they’re at the premiere of the documentary and the trailer is basically a reality tv trailer where theyre all depicted like enemies and backstabbers

this is so messy

omg there was a part in the trailer where ricky and gina were alluded to be getting together and right after the trailer ended, gina said she’s sorry but ej said she doesnt have to be, we all saw this coming 😭

oh great confession

and kiss

great

SO THAT WAS SEASON THREE

my least favorite season for many reasons like half the cast being mia, the way characterization was (specifically ej’s) and how some plots seemed thrown in

I may have to cleanse and rewatch season 1 and 2

I cant believe they broke up skfjsjd and so unsatisfyingly too??? Bc of bad communication skfjsd I'm crying 😭😭 what about everything they built up before 😔😔 what a waste

No way they interrupted the breakup with a comedic moment 💀💀 that really is foul oml

It's fully possible to write a realistic and acceptable breakup, but from what I'm getting from your description and all the analysis people were posting in the hsmtmts tag this was very much not that lol. Also its really funny to me that they end every season with a breakup 😂

Not ricky about to tell gina about his feelings when as far as he knew she was still in a relationship 🤨 at least he held back in the end lol

The second girl in the square is nini right? I still have no idea what she even looks like lol. Good that she got a nice send off tho!

I feel rlly bad for ej hhh he lost both his last summer and his girlfriend 🥲 they really did him dirty, based on what i've seen in the tag lol people were out there writing essays 😭😭 and he deserved some appreciation for putting so much time and effort into the program, and yet he got so little 🥲 big oof that his dad didn't even acknowledge his efforts skdjs he deserves better

I saw the rina kiss and confession in gifs, and yea it was sweet skfjd they shot and acted it really well.

Not ej saying they all saw it coming tho lol rip

The trailer being huge drama bait tho skdjs I saw a clip that someone posted and it really was peak evil editing 😂😂 I wonder what impact it will have

I was going through the tag the day the episode came out and people were speaking facts about how they butchered ej's character, it's so sad 🥲 hopefully the next season will be better for him. At least Gina is happy tho? So ig that's something lol

#thanks again for the update #the final update :')#when will the next season be? have they announced it #i'll look forward to your updates on it when it comes lol #ask #hsmtmts #portwell #i need a specific tag for these posts/asks

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b0mblover · 2 months

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tadajiro shower fic 1k words

thanks to; Sho, for the plot (THE FUCMING ENTIRE THING YOU DONT UNDERTZAND 😭😭ALL OF IT 100% srsly. i have the screenshots im not good at plot thank you so much sho srsly 🙏🙏 my fuxking SAVIOR)

Rizzmaster 89, for the dialog ideas

i formally apologize for everything, i just woke up

Jiro walked through the front door of the apartment, unintentionally slamming it as he closed it, it had been a long day, Noriko and him fought about nearly everything, he was involved in an on-foot pursue with the police, and lopt still existed.

Needless to say, he was exhausted.

Jirou walked over to and flopped onto the couch, he had been staying at Tadashis apartment for some while now, their apartment that they usually lived in was under renovations, so they all had to find somewhere else, Noriko stayed with Reina, Lopt was… Lopt, and Jiro stayed with tadashi.

It was the closest person he had outside of the revolutionary army,

(no crown isnt in this im sorry 😔)

ironic, a priest that gets payed a good fucking “little” sum of money lived in an apartment.

(nope just, idk apartments are easier for me to write even tho ive never lived in one)

Jiro layed there, unmoving for about 5 minutes until he heard a door shut.

“the hell do you think youre doing?”

tadashi was extremely annoying, almost all hours of the day.

“Fuckin tryina sleep” jiro managed to get out through gritted teeth

(shut up)

“The hell you are- go shower”

Kunai was… particular about so called “dirtiness”

Maybe it was the upbringings of them, but their opinions clashed more than Jiro and Noriko fighting

“No im fuckin tired leave me alone”

“I will if you go Fucking shower”

Kunai sighed, Jiro, as much as he “loved” him, he was quite stubborn, he walked over to jiro, and put his arms under him, picking him up bridal-style for about 2 seconds before setting him on the floor

(well more of standing?)

“The fuck are you doing?”

Jiro asked, he looked so tired.

“Youre going to shower, weather you like it or not”

Kunai but his arm around Jiros upper back, guiding him to the bathroom.

Kunai tugged at jiros waist band, motioning for him to take off his clothes, jiro did so slowly and reluctantly as kunai turned on the water to the shower.

(TADASHI TOOK OFF HIS CLOTHES I SWEAR I FORGOT TO WRITE IT IN THO)

It was a small bathroom, just enough for the two of them to move around mostly comfortably.

Kunai set a stool into the shower, motioning Jiro to sit down, Jiro did so as Kunai messed with the shower head, attempting to detach it from its handle.

(look ive only seen a detachable one irl when i was like 7 in my grandmothers apartment and that was so long ago- leave me alone:(pls)

After a minute or so, pulling it down, the pressure felt nice on jiros back, it was hard but not enough to be painful, warm, but not burning.

Kunai lathered something onto jiros hair, he didnt pay attention as to what, more than likely shampoo, he was too tired to care.

“So, hows it been?” kunai asked in a vagely monotone voice, it wasnt offputting as jiro had heard it a million times since “living” with him.

“Fine i guess” jiro sounded dejected, he wanted this to be over as soon as possible, and small talk wasnt letting that happen.

“You sound” kunai paused “like theres something on your mind” quickly changing his words.

“Its nothing important” he shot back quickly, it was one thing for even lopt to ask what was wrong, he noticed he mustve been acting strange for even kunai of all people to ask.

“Are you sure? yknow you can tell me anything, i wont tell” kunai said, as he started washing his back with soap.

“Just- i dont know how to explain” he sighed, he felt defeated, the one chance he was able to talk about how he felt, he felt like he blew it.

“just explain it however it comes to you yknow?” kunai moved to washing his neck, making sure to massage it at least a little bit.

“- fine, i dont think im worth anything to anyone, i think people only want to use me in one way or another”

“mhm and?” kunai grabbed at jiros shoulders, attempting to silently tell him to stop being so tense.

“and what? do you think im good at this emotional bullshit? no. no i am fucking not.”

kunai sighed “im just trying to get you to open up, i know that isnt easy”

“Why?”

“What”

“why try and get me to open up? we all know you dont truly care. do you just wanna use me too?” jiro started to speak faster

“is that really all im good for? is that what people see me as? do you see me as someone just to keep around until you get bored and eventually decide to throw out-“

“Relax. your shoulders jiro, relax, youre doing neither of us any favors by tensing up”

“r-right, sorry” jiro attempted to calm his body down as much as he could.

Kunai continued to wash his back, rinse his hair, put conditioner in his hair, wash his back.

“Jiro”

“Yea?”

“Do you think… how do i put this without it sounding wrong” he questioned aloud.

“just say it” jiro continued looking at the floor

“Do you think you really “have” anything im intrested in?”

“i dunno, my body i guess?” jiro was thankful that he wasnt facing tadashi at that moment

“Why would you think id want to use your body?”

“i well- because? why not right? thats all im worth”

“who told you that?” kunai was mentally on the verge of tears (or what yk little he “had” shut up lemme have a semi nice tadashi 😭😭)

“Huh?” jiro turned around to face Kunai, confused.

“who told you that youre only worth your body? i mean- i havent known you as long as say noriko, but i know that your worth more than that”

“i dont understand” jiro turned around, not really believing kunai in the slightest.

“Jiro, youre not stupid” Kunai hugged him from behind, not too tightly, before letting go again.

“youre kind, your funny, youre strong”

“so? thats normal though”

“i dont know about what youve went through, but if its anything like the rumors in school, it had to have been hell right?” tadashi adjusted the water to be warmer, theyll probably have to get out soon.

“What? i- my life then is no ones concern besides my own” if he had the energy hed glare at him.

“Maybe- maybe not, but it still changed you in some way correct? i mean, you sure do know how to run from the police damn well- and i don’t believe thats something just everyone can do”

Jiro knew at least that part was true, even if he didnt want to believe it.

“but even then, i contribute nothing to anyone” he hugged his own knees toghther attempting to comfort himself.

“is merely surviving after everything youve been through not enough?” Kunai smiled slightly.

“i-“ he stopped, he realized there was no use for him trying to fight tadashi, he knew in one way or another he was right, even if he didnt want to accept it.

Kunai hugged him from behind, before washing the conditioner out of his hair.

#j writes badly #???? ish???#again. thank sho for the plot.#im bad at plot #down to the stool jiro sits on. sho wrote the plot #(this was madw in like ja but ive been too depressed to post it LMAO 😭)#no beta we die like jirou

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mosviqu · 11 months

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huge engene yes true no lies were detected in ur statement!! they do be sounding like slam poetry but i love it ngl.-. DONT EVEN START DUDE I DONT THINK BELIFT WILL REMOVE IT CUZ THEY PROBABLY THOUGHT THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN BUT BOY WAS I PISSED WAKING UP TO KENGENES SENDING A TRUCK OR EHATEVER AND THEN SEEING THE SUNGTAROOKIES NEWS WAS THE WORST MORNING I HAD IN A WHILE LITERALLY DIDNT GO ON SOCIAL MEDIA FOR THAT DAY I WAS SO UPSET so yeah i saw it lmao😃 if i really try to i kind of see it but i would have never thought about it ngl but now i love it even more🤭 it do be screaming camp rock vibes!! and i'm so glad u like the album🥳😭

i hope zbone wont do noise music cuz i will be pissed oh god;-; SO TRUE BRING THE CUTE ONES BACK PLS!! idk if u talked about it or heard about them but the new hybe boy group does have happy vibes with no noise music but somehow i'm just so not vibing with it.-. i'm trying my best to do so cuz we have 3(!!!!) 03liners in there lmao

i think my minecraft addiction shows here as well but i would be so happy to find that out lmao i think i would probably have the same reaction when i found out giselle made lps videos when she was younger (although idk if that was actually her) i so understand the wilbur brain rot!! YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND WAS A CULTURAL RESET IM HAPPY HE LIKED IT

no cuz same i stared at the video for a while💀 i think seventeen atp will just remind me of u cuz i saw dino pink hair and i also immediately thought of u upon seeing him!! it would be so great if they did the tiktok part of it atleast wahhhh

I COULD NEVER DO A BRITISH ACCENT AND THAT MAKES ME SO SAD but im glad u are living the best british life in ur head sometimes lmao😌 we will see but it will stay like this for a while till i figure out something more okay lmao (liebestraum anon💕💗💞)

AHAHAH nothing bad with slam poetry At. All. 😌😌 ngl i do get where youre coming from, they must have expected this reaction. I am honestly glad they kept it despite the trucks and all 😭 but are those fans not embarrassed. like bestie......get a life 😭😭😭😭 dont even mention sungtaro tho bc i am still mad and heartbroken over this 🤠 they really debuted them....for no reason..? oh lord. im burning the SM building down as we speak!

LITERALLY like noise music had its era but i think we can put it behind us now.....please.... like some of the 4th gen debuts are a whole CIRCUS 😭😭 AND I DID TALK BAOUT BOYNEXTDOOR ACTUALLY AHAHA i listened to one of their songs and i actually vibed with it so hard ive been waiting for a fresh concept. THREE 03 LINERS ARE U KIDDING ME now if this doesnt lure me into stanning 💔

GISELLE DID WHAT NOW ???? I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT THAT 😭😭😭😭😭 iconic. sO iconic. Your new boyfriend was a cultural reset but i remember my brother showing it to me before i knew of wilbur and lovejoy and i was like what the actual FUCK is this.

jihoon had us masmerized 🤡🤡 omgomg thats so sweet actually 🥺 svt are one of my ults hhh i recently got back super into them hhh also dino reminding u of me as he should!! boyfriend ❤😌 still waiting for treasure super challenge altho i think we are not getting it 😔 at least i got cix seunghun version to ease the pain💔

NO BC ME NEITHER my account is like the weirdest mix of everything bc i taught myself english pretty much,, so my source of accent is whatever media im obsessed with in that moment 😭😭😭 but my british accent sounds very bad thats why it always stays in my head only❤

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hello my sweet loveeee i hope ur day has been good :)) i just woke up and i’m about to go grocery shopping and i’m hoping they have my favorite pastry 🙏🏼 what’d you get up to today ? :)) anime names for cats are always so fitting yk ?? like it just works with cats so i completely respect that. i will be sure to give them kisses for u when i get home hehe. and yea dude the rats here are NASTY. people’s dogs can also do some reallyyyyyy questionable things 😭😭

YEP THE BACK LINE UR SO RIGHT i love that dorito shape on men 👌🏼. i feel like out of all the kpop idols in 4th gen, sunghoon, chan, hyunjin, and mingi have like the broadest shoulders i’ve seen so far like i literally think you could lay across them and just be fine (which like yes sign me up pls). YES VICTORRR so dead and sweet and gorg he is prime dead example 🙏🏼 i also wish i had long fingers. i’m always shocked at seeing the size diff of jeongins hand to his phone 😩 talk about sexy. god i just love hands i could talk about them for days it’s like embarrassing atp

sushi all day every day !! i will pick sushi over anything always 🤭 nachos are def up there too tho i love a nice loaded nacho. also thank you for your input thats so good to know. i will definitely be trying it out then :))) i love thai food so much as well so that’s good to know too ^_^ thank u love. SAME my heart beats so fast and i get the shakes 😭. it also oddly makes me break out rly bad ?? but it’s like painful acne too ?? idek. asian dolce latte sounds soooo good rn. i bet our starbucks menus are so different (tbh anything but americas seems better for all food chains). the christmas specials are always so good too, i love when they actually come up w new stuff here

SOOOOO SMOOCHABLE even for todays concert he just looked so so good. i was so mesmerized by felix and jeongin from the clips i’ve seen. something about the tight black jeans just does it for me every timeeeee 😩 MINHOS THIGHS don’t get me started again 🤭🤭. they all looked so good and i love the new dark blue outfits, it’s so sexy 😩

- 🐈‍⬛

sweet love is so cute i’m melting. hello angel baby <3 my day has been super good ^__^ i just watched an anime film called suzume, almost teared up im ngl ☹️ i have a tendeancy to cry during films 😔 it’s the sensitive heart in me 🤝 aaaa i lovelovelove grocery shopping sm <3 the cereal section makes me happy eventhough i don’t typically buy them </3 i hope they have your fav pastry, babe! whats ur fave? i love bagels, or any pastry that has meat in it, really. what do the dogs do there, help 😭 i think malaysian dogs are pretty normal 😟

DORITO SHAPE I CACKLEEEED. U DIDNT JUST CALL THEM DORITO SHAPED 😭 chan’s back mmmm. esp that one performance, i think wolfgang where he took off his shirt ISBDKWJS MAKES ME FERAL ‼️ also maybe its just me but sharp collarbones... delish.

victor is the man them e-boys wish they were but arent. they could never be victor. he is far too beautiful. unreachable visual 💯 talking abt animated characters... how are we feeling about howl pendragon? so sexy 😋 JEONGIN’S HANDS ARE SO BIG LIKEEEE?? /:+"!+ THE SIGHT OF THEM MAKES ME MALFUNCTION?? SIR PUT THAT HAND IN MINE RN ‼️ HIS PHONE BE LOOKING LIKE AN ERASER IN HIS HAND BCS HOW BIG HIS HAND IS. HRJFHEHF R GRTRR

coffee is so good it’s unfair that its bad for us 😭 why r bad things always so good. smh. i think our starbies menus are deffo different, actually, a lot of our fast food menus are different me thinks. esp with the fact that malaysia is a dominantly muslim country, so a lot of chain restaurants have to be halal (muslim friendly) — therefore they don’t serve food that contain pork or alcohol. i think that's the main reason why malaysian menus are super different compared to america’s!! i know there are certain recipes available there which aren’t here </3 also!! ik most americans typically customize their starbucks — compared to that, malaysians usually opt for whatever that’s on the menu. i rarely customize my order tbh ^__^ and whats up with American mcdonalds constantly having a broken ice cream machine? istg i go for a mcdonald's ice cream run every week and its never broken 😭 oh and u mentioning thai food is making me crave for pandan leaves chicken </3

concert vids are always so good. THE HYUNE DANCING VIDS CONTAMINATING MY TIKTOK FYP RN IS CRAZY. CRAZY I TELL U!! someone said that hyunjin flirts through his dancing and oh god. . . it’s so true. now i can’t get the thought outta my head. FELIX BEEN ACTING UP A LIL TOO MUCH LATELY BABE... WHATS UP WITH THE CONSTANT SHIRT LIFTING 🤨 HES IN HIS S WORD ERA ISTG ‼️dark looks fit them sm 😋 they look so 😋 nomnom able 😋 minho’s thighs in them leather jeans doe. . . think abt it...

it’s like 4am rn i shud sleep. have a good day my baby, kisskisskiss <3

#rin’s lovemail!#🐈‍⬛ anon 💌

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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let the games begin | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, gamer!jk, light fluff at the end, established relationship

>>word count: 5.7k

>>warnings: dom!jk, BRAT oc, but rly she just wants to be good 😔, big dick koo, spitting, spit eating, boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, um...oh!, crying, crying during sex, not from pain tho, oc just gets overwhelmed :(, aftercare kinda?, boobies, comfort, idk man, riding, weird pet names lmao, oc is so tiny, big jiggly fat tits, OMG COCKWARMING, that’s literally the reason i wrote this lol, breasts, when jk cums.... v sexy, low key one sided sex 🤷🏻‍♀️

>>notes: all gamer lingo is from reddit, bc me and oc are the same in the way that we have no idea what the boys that are ignoring us for video games are saying so if it doesn’t make sense idc 🥲 yell @ me in an ask or sumn

>>summary: just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair 🙄 pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

Hours. Several increments of 60 minutes. Multiple thousands of seconds. It’s been hours since Jeongguk has even acknowledged your presence. You huff and sigh dramatically, rolling around on his bed, accidentally knocking his Zero Two body pillow off. Good riddance. She’s part dinosaur. But still, nothing takes his attention from his prettily lit gaming set-up. You’ve come to your last resort.

Laying back on his pillows, you bunch your skirt up around your waist and then slip your hand down your teeny tiny, baby pink silk panties. They say ‘slut’ in small little silver rhinestones on the front. A gift from you’re extremely rude, extremely sexy talented gamer boyfriend. You let out an over the top moan, hoping to break through the sounds of his game. He does not move a single inch. Ever persistent, you stay at task, actually getting a little turned on with your quick moving little fingers rubbing over your clit. You let moans fall from your mouth freely, thinking about one of the few times he actually let you support him from under the desk. You drooling all over his swollen, uncut cock. Him leaving his mic on at your request. Him struggling to get out coherent sentences to his teammates. Him struggling to keep from moaning as he came silently down your throat. Mmm.

“Tae, Min, rush the blue zone?” He speaks into the mic. You can hear the clicking of his keyboard, as his fingers flit over the control keys. His head moves slightly as his eyes jump between his two monitor set-up trying to take everything in. And just like that, at the sound of his pretty voice, cute lisp and all, your mood is broken. You wanna hear that voice in your ear, calling you names (mean or sweet, you’re not picky), not talking about blue rushes or whatever. Your eyes roll.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself and slow your rapid breathing before you crawl to the foot of the bed, closer to him. His room is rather small, so the elaborate set-up he has extends almost to the end of his mattress, barely enough room for the gigantic chair to swivel around. However this is a plus for you because it makes it so you can rest your chin on his shoulder without disturbing him too much.

“NO! Do not rush blue! Are you stupid or just a fucking idiot?” Jeongguk flinches from how loud Jimin’s shrill voice is, coming from his headphones. Even you can hear it. “We just lost Hobi. We are outnumbered 6 to 3. In what fucking universe would a rush be a good idea? Are you trying to get flamed in a ranked match?”

“Okay damn, I forgot Hobi got no-scoped,” Jeongguk chuckles. He gently, minisculely, oh-so softly shrugs his shoulder, hinting that he wants you to get off, without saying it, knowing you would very-likely, potentially be offended and a little upset. But you don’t move. If he wants you off he can be a big boy and tell you. Maybe you even dig your chin into the tendons of his shoulder on purpose just to be a brat. He still doesn’t say anything apart from a tiny hiss of pain. In fact he deals with you pestering him until you start to mouth at the side of his neck, biting gently. Wet, open mouth kisses leaving a shiny trail on his pulse.

“Okay, you can’t do this right now.” He says, shrugging his shoulder hard, making you accidentally bite your lip. You whimper. “I’m in a ranked match, and we are already getting our asses handed to us. I can’t focus on you right now.” He doesn't even look at you, face glowing in the light of his pc. He probably doesn’t even register how harsh his words sound, too engrossed in the game.

You’re still close enough to hear from his head set when Taehyung says, “Is that __?” He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Yeah.” Is all Jeongguk says in response.

“Hasn’t she been at your place for like 4- On your right! On your ri- nice Kook- for like 4 days?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” His tongue sticks out as he types in a combo attack. He smiles when he lands a kill.

Not for long you think. If he keeps this up, you’ll be finding other ways to spend your time. Like giving yourself a manicure with those cute little sanrio decals he got you the other day. A pretty manicure that would look so cute wrapped around his even prettier thick, hard, pink cock. Keywords being would look, not are going to look. He’s getting ignored for at least 15 minutes. You pout thinking about how you’ve been ignored for at least 3 hours. But still! You remain resolute in your punishment. No kisses, no handjobs, no nothing.

“I literally always hear her bitching about you playing,” Jimin chimes in, snickering. “Tell her to go paint her nails or something.”

Your jaws drops. Then Jeongguk has the audacity to chuckle. You see red.

“FUck this! And fuck you, and fuck your friends, and fuck your stupid ass no-scope, flame ass, rush ass game. And especially fuck you Park Jimin, I hope you never receive a blowjob ever again!” You stand up, pushing your skirt down, and buttoning your sweater all the way to the top. He will not be seeing your cleavage as you make your exit.

“AFK AFK-“ Jeongguk says quickly, getting tangled in his wires for a minute before accidentally tripping on the leg of his chair. You can hear the distant protest of his teammates coming from the abandoned headset. He hisses at the pain from almost falling, and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back.

“Let go of me!” You try to yank your arm out of his hold, very much throwing a fit. But he’s too fit, and you end up facing him, mouth set in a firm pout, and your eyebrows are scrunched in anger. You’re very tiny, but you hope you look evil. You’re eyes watering out of frustration probably doesn’t help though. His hands are firm and strong on your shoulders, keeping you in place.

Close the fucking gyms.

“Hey, hey,” He says, like he’s trying to soothe you. His big hands rub up and down your arms. You hate how it makes your anger die down just a smidge. “What’s wrong, why are you leaving?” He asks. He’s bent a little at the waist so he’s face to face with you, his big eyes searching yours.

Your bottom lip wobbles and your chin gets those ugly dents in it as it quivers. You sob. “B-because you’re n-not even paying att-t- attention to me!” Big cry baby tears roll down your cheeks. Jeongguk looks like he’s trying not to laugh and you give up. Head falling back, mouth hanging open in miserable wails as you drop to the ground defeated. You’re sat in a ‘w’ your skirt pillowing around you. You think you’re much too cute to lose your boyfriend to a video game. But you did your best, fought a valiant fight. It happens to the best of girls, you suppose.

“Chicken,” He coos the odd nickname he had bestowed upon you in the first month of dating. He drops to the floor as well and you can still hear the laugh in his voice. It only makes you cry harder.

“You’re laughing at me while I’m c-crying?” You blubber.

“I’m not!” He says, very much still laughing. He cups your face in his palms, thumbs wiping away your tears only for new ones to quickly take their place. He does his best to still his features into a more serious expression. A hint of a smile still lingers. “I’m not. I just think you’re cute, that’s all.” He kisses your nose.

You blink wide eyed, at the little affection. Then you remember you’re supposed to be having a tantrum. You sniffle.

“Will you please get back on the bed? I’m almost finished.” He asks gently.

You groan. “You’re still going to finish your game? While I’m crying?!” You blink rapidly, willing some more crocodile tears out of your eyes, that had been mostly dry prior.

“Chicky,” He whines, “It’s a ranked match, you know I can’t just quit.” He looks like he’s about to beg you to understand.

And you do. Gaming was really important to him, and he was really good at it, even earning a side income from streaming. But you’re a brat. One that has been neglected and ignored for hours. One that is always desperate for his attention and affection. Not to mention you’re still wet in your panties.

“Your friends were mean to me. They laughed at me.” You whisper, pout turned on heavy.

“They didn’t mean i-“

“And you laughed with them.” You cut him off, tears once again welling in your bambi eyes. You know you’re being a baby, but him laughing really did hurt your feelings.

His face falls and he looks like he’s grasping at straws trying to find a way to defend himself, but ultimately he gives up. He sighs and his head falls. “I know. That was mean of me, and I shouldn’t have done that. But I didn’t mean it,” He looks at you again. His fingers play with the edge of your skirt. “You know I didn’t. And you know I’m sorry. Right, chicken?”

You fight an unwanted smile and swat his hand away. Your resolve is crumbling quickly, but you still have it in you to be petty.

His shoulders sag. “What do I have to do to make you see I’m sorry?” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers running down your cheek and your neck to fiddle with the top button of your done up cardigan. He catches your face lighting up and quickly interjects, “Besides quit the game.”

You huff.

His fingers undo the button he was playing with. “Do you want me to yell at them? Hmm?” He nuzzles your cheek, placing a soft kiss to the apple. He’s undoes another button. With the pull and tension the sweater had on your tits gone, they fall just a little and jiggle lightly. You still say nothing. “What if I let you sit with me while I play?” Another button. “And why are you so covered? Can’t I see?”

You’re a weak, weak girl.

You don’t protest as he removes the sweater from you completely, and pulls the collar of your shirt down so that your big tits spill out the top. He cups his hands around them and squeezes. So squishy and so so soft. Plush. He groans and buries his face in between them.

“You could suffocate me with these and I would say thank you, I love them that much.” He swats at them lightly watching as they bounce before settling back into place, perky and waiting for his mouth. But he doesn’t give in easily, pinching a nipple instead.

“Ouch!” You whine. You cup your little hands around them, to protect yourself. There’s so much overflow it’s obscene.

He spanks your butt lightly. “Alright, up. Let’s finish this game so that I can make you my own little creme-filled donut.”

Your eyes light up and you hurry to get to your feet. Cream-pies were a treat.

He settles all the way back in his gaming chair, and opens his arms for you. You straddle his waist, facing him, knees on opposite sides of his hips and you scoot as close to him as you can, arms wrapping around his neck. Your boobs are pressed to his chest, still out and bouncing freely with every shift of your body. Incentive for him to end the game quickly. You can feel a little semi in his pants. A sweet pink feeling bubbles in your chest. He got kinda hard just from touching your tits a little bit. True love. You settle over his cock, wiggling a pinch more to get comfy. He hisses and grips hard at your hips, trying to keep you still.

“If you’re up here you have to be good.” He warns, pushing you back some so he can look you in your eyes. You avoid eye contact, looking everywhere but him. The led lights look really pretty on the baby blue setting.

“Chicken…” He lowers his voice, sounding stern.

You whine, dropping on his lap even harder. “Fine but like- you have to hurry.”

“I will, now quit moving and hand me the headset.”

You reach back and grab it. “Don’t forget to yell at them.” You remind him with a kiss.

He gives you an exasperated look before turning the mic on again. “Back.” He says, adjusting the mouth piece.

“Finally! Jesus. Tae’s dead-“

“I’m still here though.” Taehyung interrupts.

Jimin carries on swiftly. “And I’m low on health, what took you so fucking long?”

“You were an asshole and I had to fix it.” You look at him while he looks past you, typing away.

“Me?!” Jimin squawks.

“Yes you. Both of you. You laughed at her.”

“So did you!” Taehyung defends.

“Yeah and it was fucked up.”

“Meet me by the tower to give me a med-kit. God she’s such a prissy little baby, Kook. You are so pussy-whipped.”

Before Jeongguk can reply you speak into the mic. “And you’re such a prissy little dwarf Jimin, shut the fuck up.”

You hear Jimin's loud cackle through the speakers on Jeongguk’s ears. “You’re all of what? 3’6? I don’t even know how Kook can be so whipped for someone who can’t even take his dick properly.”

Taehyung laughs, and Jeongguk starts to speak up, but you beat him to it. “You’re awfully concerned with what my boyfriend does with his dick. If you wanna ride it, just say so.”

“Oh you know I would, baby.” He’s still laughing when he says it.

Everyone’s kinda chuckling except you, small hands fisting Jeongguk’s shirt. He gives you a side-glance, and notices the angry scowl you have on your face. He brings a hand down and squeezes your butt for a second, showing you you still have his attention, at least somewhat. “Alright, that’s enough. Both of you.”

“Tell them I’m the only one that can ride it.” You pout, fingers scratching at the base of his neck, hands playing with his long hair. He nudges into the touch a little. Pretty kitty.

“Shhh, they know and you know. Everyone knows you’re the only one that gets to ride my dick.” He kisses you quick, and you hum content.

You hear a gagging noise in the background. Taehyung probably.

Then there’s a ping.

It happens so fast, you really can’t even be mad at Jeongguk.

“Oh that’s Yoongi! He wants to play ranked.” Jimin says.

“Uh-“ Jeongguk tries to speak.

“Just leave this match and we can join one with him, I’m tired of just sitting here. I don’t care if we drop down the rank list a little.” Taehyung says.

“Guys wait don’t a-“

“Okay same, I just accepted. Yoongi, you there?”

You hear a confirming grunt from the speakers. Jeongguk looks at you, panic in his eyes. Your stare back is sharp as daggers. Cold and hard.

He whines. “You guys are shit ass friends. You know she’s not gonna suck my dick for like a week now.”

His friends laugh and your little brain forms a thought. A very good one indeed.

You card your hands through his newly bleached blonde hair, still soft and silky despite the chemicals. Demeanor quickly changing from small and evil to small and cotton-candy sweet. You kiss his nose sweetly. “It’s okay, baby. Do your best. Show them how good you are. I wanna see you win.”

He looks at you with wide doe eyes. “Really?” You nod. “If I win this match I might go up a tier.” He smiles and sounds so happy. You almost feel bad for being a brat earlier. And for what you’re going to do now.

You’re good for a while. Let him play his little heart out. You let him do his thing for long enough to ensure that he’s fully engrossed in it once again. His little mouth is hanging open slightly , and his eyes move frantically across the screens. He keeps talking gibberish to his teammates, the ones that you’ve all but tuned out at this point. You take your chances, and press your lips to the side of his neck.

Jeongguk stills for a split second, but otherwise pays you no mind. Which is no problem. You weren’t very patient often, but you could be when you needed to. In the right circumstances. You place another kiss, this one wetter, your tongue coming out to meet his skin before your lips do. You keep your kisses light and quiet so his teammates don’t hear. You take in his scent, so sweet and gentle and just him. After nuzzling in for a small moment, you nibble at the vein running up his neck. You gasp softly and your pussy pulses in your panties when he just barely tilts his head, giving you better access, and more room to kiss and suck.

You pull back a little to look at him, but he doesn’t even seem like he’s aware you're there. If it weren’t for his subtle eager movements, you would think he’s ignoring you again. But this is good. You like him like this. Eager but nonchalant at the same time. It’ll make it even better when he loses it after trying to keep it cool for so long. You squirm until you’re off his lap and on your knees looking up at him.

Finally he meets your eyes. He shakes his head.

“No.” He mouths when your hands reach for the waistband of his sweats.

You jut your bottom lip out and whisper, “I’m not gonna suck it, I promise.”

He regards you silently for a moment before not saying anything and returning right back to his game. You grip the elastic of his pants and when you gingerly start to pull them down, he lifts his hips just a little bit to help you. You have to bite your lip to keeping from moaning.

Something about him ignoring you while simultaneously helping you in the slightest, most basic ways makes you go crazy. Like pussy pooling, mouth drooling, brain shorting crazy. It’s almost like you’re so irresistible to him that he just can’t go without you. Needs you just as bad as you need him, even though he fights it. But giving in tastes sweet, just like you. That’s why he always does it. Just for you, all for you.

With his sweats down his thighs, you see his cock. He went without briefs today, making your job much easier. Sometimes the stars just align and you’re meant to have a cock in you. You sigh and you look at his, resting against his leg. Your mouth waters and you just want it in your mouth so badly, desperate for it… but you deprive yourself for the sake of what you have in mind. He’s not hard yet, cock just a little plump and heavy with arousal. You spit in your hand and rub it on his cock just enough to make it wet, not wanting him fully erect yet.

As you raise to your feet his eyes go back and forth between you and his monitors. He looks confused.

“Uh- Yeah let’s rush…” He says distractedly as you climb back onto his lap.

You look at him as you move your soaked panties to the side, and run a finger over your clit. Your mouth opens in pleasure but you don’t let yourself moan. Your expressions are enough to make his pupils blow out and his irises to darken. You bring your shiny fingers up to his mouth. “Taste?” You whisper.

Again, he does the bare minimum. Just barely parting his lips, not moving forward even an inch to suck them into his mouth. Once they are in, he sucks lightly, gently, almost like he’s teasing, like he’s kinda bored. His tongue licks lazily at the tips, and slips between them.

You lean down and move one side of his headphones off his ear. You whisper, “That’s it, drool all over them.” You shove them in farther and press down on his tongue, trying to take just a little bit of control, but the slight change in your tone, and your actions makes him bite down on your fingers. Letting you know that that was not how tonight was going to go. That was never how it went with you two. You pull them out with a gasp. You scowl at him angrily. All he does is raise an eyebrow, before returning to his game. Jimin’s screaming at him through the headphones asking him where the fuck he is.

“Hey, sorry I got distracted. Where are you guys?”

“Get your dick sucked on your own time, Kook….”

You tune them out once again, reaching your hand in between yours and your boyfriend's body. You grab his cock, just a little firmer than when you were on your knees. You grab under the tip, and push it into your core about an inch before Jeongguk’s covering his mic and whispers scolding, “I’m not hard, __.”

You look at him, and nod cutely. “I know, I just- I wanna just feel you a little bit. Keep it inside me while you play. Feel close to you.” You give him soft baby kisses all over his cheek while you push it in some more. You’re dripping so even though he’s still kind of soft, it’s not too hard to get it all the way in.

“I’m not fucking you while I play.” He warns you.

You shrug against him. “Don’t get hard then.”

And just like that, the games begin.

Jeongguk playing, doing his best to ignore you just enough to seem disinterested. You kissing his neck, biting his collarbones. ‘Accidentally’ rolling your hips. Of course it happens. Jeongguk really did put up a good fight. Barely gave in the whole time you’ve been bothering him. But you both know your pussy is too good to ignore. Warm and wet around his slowly swelling cock.

“Getting a little tight huh?” You whisper. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, tongue playing with the big ring as you subtly grind forward, your clit just barely rubbing against his lower belly area.

His jaw clenches and he swallows thickly. He raises his shoulders in faux nonchalance.

You smile, and hum. Your hand travels to his nipple, grazing over the small bud through his thin shirt. His mouth drops open, and his eyebrows furrow. Visibly, that’s the only reaction you get. No moan, or praise. Inside of you, however, you can feel him finally grow to his full length. Your cunt is stretched around his fat cock and when you drop your eyes to your tummy there's a small bulge protruding where his cock is, buried so deep inside of you. You poke it, before rubbing your palm over it. So full.

“You fill me up so good, Koo,” You whine high pitched and breathy.

Finally now that you have him exactly right where you want him, you get comfy and then cease all movement. Truly just cockwarming him. Holding him inside your tight little pussy, while he fakes ignorance about how badly he wants to fuck up into you. You can tell he is struggling to maintain his facade by the light mist of sweat by his hairline. By the way all his answers to his friends are curt and short. You can tell how bad he wants you because his legs spread wider on their own accord, causing you to sink even farther down onto his big cock. You gasp as the tip nudges something deep inside of you.

You're wrapped around his body, arms looped around his shoulders. You have your face pressed into his neck again, and you’re breathing in his scent when you inhale, pressing soft kitten kisses when you exhale. You won’t beg. You’re desperate, just like always, and you want him so fucking bad, but you won’t beg. Not this time.

He lasts barely a minute longer. Hand coming up to cover his mic again. “Move,” His voice is strained, lust dripping down his chin. He’s flushed from arousal, and hot to the touch.

You shake your head where it's hiding in his neck. “Not while you’re playing. I want you to pay attention to me only.” You’re whiny and difficult, you know. But so does he. He knew how fussy and unbearable you were when he first started seeing you, you never bothering to hide it. You commend him for sticking around for as long as he has. You love him for it too.

You hear him groan in annoyance before he exits the game with nothing more than a short, “I gotta go.” effectively cutting off his friends yells of complaint. It was a ranked match after all. You smile smugly into his neck.

He grips the hair at the back of your head, yanking to make you look at him. You’re still smiling that obnoxious self-satisfied grin, even through the pain blossoming on your scalp.

“You think you’re so clever,” His eyes are roaming all over your face, a small smirk on his lips. He drags your mouth to his, kissing you deeply, more tongue and teeth than anything. He bites hard on your bottom lip, pulling till it snaps back. “Move.” He demands against your mouth. His breath is a little shaky, giving away just how turned on he really is.

And you’re such a good listener. You’re bad and difficult, but you’re also so so good for him. Yearning for his approval, always. Lifting your hips just keeping the swollen tip in before dropping back down onto his cock. Your skin smacks against his, while you whimper pathetically. “You’re so deep inside me,” You whisper, bouncing again. Jeongguk’s head falls back and he moans deep and loud.

“Fuck, love your pussy so much.” He says, eyes closed, just basking in the feel of your slippery cunt sliding up and down his cock.

You set your pace, and you feel his big hands slip under your skirt to grip at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, digging in hard. He’s lifting you up and bringing you back down, setting the pace that he wants. Not caring much at all about how it feels for you. A little doll for him to use, and you let him because you’re so good for him. He can use you however he wants, and the pace he wants is a hard one to keep up. Not only is it fast, but it’s hard. Gasps and whines fall from your mouth.

He gives you a little break, taking a moment to play with your tits, bouncing all over due to the force of you riding him. His lip is drawn between his teeth as he watches you bounce, his hands coming up to cup your underboob, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. You throw your head back at the sensation, a gasp filling the room.

“God you’re such a pain in my ass, but you’re such a pretty girl, my pretty, pretty girl,” He moans as he takes you in, your hair a wild mess, his cock poking your belly every time you fall back onto it, sweat dripping down the valley of your tits. His hands grip your tiny waist, pinkies almost reaching in the back. It really is a wonder how you can take his giant cock like you do. So tiny and so perfect. Made just for him. His lips latch onto a nipple, and your body curls in, cradling him to your chest, soft pants falling from your mouth as you let him make you feel good. Your palms land on his cheeks, and you guide his head away from your boobs so you can look him in his eyes.

“Will you help me?” You ask, breathless. You’re still moving, but your hips have slowed.

He hums. “Why?”

“‘M tired…” You say quietly. “Please?”

“No.” He says, shaking his head.

Your face falls and you feel like you might cry. “Why?” You whine.

“Because I said so. You wanted this so bad you had to interrupt me twice to get it. So do it yourself.” He smacks your ass lightly, urging you to hurry up.

Your palms on his face squeeze, trying to convey how badly you just want him to fuck you like you deserve; punish you for being so bad when you should have just been good for him. You never learn. You squeeze until you’re sure it stings a little. “Please.”

“I said, no,” He spits, a glob of it landing on your face. And you gasp in shock before your pussy contracts. Jeongguk grits his teeth, hands digging into your ass. “Fuck you just got so tight from me spitting on you, you’re so-“ He’s caught off guard, watching as you gather his spit on your cheek onto your finger before sucking on it and drinking it down. He groans and you feel him throb inside of you. “Fuck make me cum.”

You’re so tired and your thighs and knees are killing you, but you try to set a decent pace, one fast enough to make him cum, but moderate enough for you to maintain it. Your pussy squelches every time you bottom out on his pelvis, your slick making his lower abdomen shiny and sticky. His t-shirt is barely pulled up, just the bottom portion of his abs showing, but you see them flex and tense as he gets closer.

That fact that you both are still mostly clothed makes something hot burn inside you. Both too desperate to get naked, too turned on to even give it thought. Clothes must be on Jeongguk’s mind as well. He bunches the front of your skirt in his hand pulling it up so he can see where your bodies meet. Your panties are now dark pink, your arousal seeping through and getting all over the place, and your poor little pussy is so red and swollen from the force of you slamming down onto his cock.

“Awe, poor little angel.” He braces his hand on your belly, his thumb slipping in between your puffy pussy lips to rub at your clit, finally helping you get off. “Does it hurt, baby?”

You’re still bouncing as you nod and whimper. It doesn’t actually hurt that much, but you want to be coddled, needy and desperate for his affection. Always so needy and desperate when it comes to him.

He coos. “You’re doing so good for me, just a little longer, I’m almost there. You can do it right?”

You’re not sure when you started crying, but you are. Out of both pleasure and exhaustion. Or maybe you’re crying because he moved his hand away from your clit, but whatever the reason, a tiny little sob slips past your lips, and again you’re nodding frantically, assuring that yes, you can do it.

He settles back farther into the chair, hands coming up to just fondle and hold your bouncing tits. Not helping you at all, making you work so hard to prove yourself to him. His mouth is parting and his eyes are hazy as he watches you make him feel good. “That’s it baby, make me cum… fuck yeah, make me cum-“ His eyes squeeze shut and his back arches off of the chair. The hands on your boobs tighten.

“Please Kookie, please cum inside me, fill me up.” You beg, using the last of your energy to keep up the fast pace. “Show me how good I am, how good I make you feel. Please.” You hiccup, as you cry for him.

He’s nodding along with your words, breathy moans coming out with every breath he takes. His face is pulled in pleasure, and he’s looking at you when his eyes start to flutter and his brows scrunch. He whispers, soft and sexy, “You’re gonna make me cum baby. Just like that… I’m so close-” His body tenses, and his hold on your tits hurts. “Fuck, I’m cumming- fuck, baby,“ His mouth falls open, whines tumble from his lips and he cums. His big cock throbs as he spills inside of you. You can feel every pulse of it, can feel every spurt of cum fill you to the brim.

You reach down and rub at your clit frantically, left to find your own orgasm. Fucking him got you close so you don’t need much, you’ve been on edge all night, really. Underneath you, Jeongguk is panting, trying to catch his breath, body twitching, overstimulated from you grinding on his cock. He’s looking at you in awe as he lazily plays with your tits, still not helping one bit, aside from the occasional brush of his fingers on your nipples. He listens as desperate whimpers fall from your lips, working so hard to cum. But still, it takes not even a few minutes before you’re there, shaking and trembling from your orgasm, pussy contracting and gripping tight on Jeongguk’s sensitive and softening cock, still nestled inside of you. He winces from the hold your pussy has on him, but just grits his teeth and bares it, still watching you with an awestruck look on his face. As you finish, so tight around him, you can feel your cunt push some of his cum out. Jeongguk can feel it drip down his balls to the chair. Messy.

You’re trembling from the force of your climax, and soft teeny hiccuping sobs still escape your lips as you wrap yourself around his body, face buried into his neck to try and quiet your cries. His soft cock is still inside of you, keeping most of his cum from leaking out. He knows you like it when he stays inside, knows it makes you feel closer to him in some way.

Jeongguk is running gentle fingers up and down your back, cooing soft praises to soothe you. “You were so good, such a good girl for me.” He kisses your head. “You don’t have to cry, chicky.”

You sniff a few times, “I’m sorry for being bad,” you whimper.

He smiles, laughs lightly. “Don’t be sorry, you’re okay.” He wipes under your eyes, trying to clean up some of the mascara running down your cheeks. He lets you calm down for a little while longer before he hums. “Want me to help you with your nails?”

You quiet yourself. Sniff. “The kuromi ones?”

“Mhmm.”

You nod, before adding, “Yes, but you have to make sure you actually listen to me and do them right this time, okay?”

He rolls his eyes playfully. You’re nothing if not insufferable and bossy and desperate and so so good for him.

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isn’t oc so cute 😔 anyway! i hope you liked it! sorry the ending low key sucks... i never know how to end smut scenes like... just kiss or something? as always, comments, notes, and feedback are so so loved and appreciated, as are asks and messages! i want to be friends !! thank you for reading ily :*

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morbidlyyy · 2 years

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Howdy, I hope you're well!

Can we get what dating Vincent is like or sfw alphabet with Vincent?🙏 please and many many thanks 🖤

Ofc you can!!❤️🖤❤️🖤 This is the first sfw alphabet I’ve done so I hope it’s good.

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Requested by @sirstompely 🖤

I try to make everything as gender neutral as possible, the gifs are always a bit off but I hope you enjoy🖤❤️🖤❤️

Vincent Sinclair, Sfw alphabet

A= Affection (how much affection do their give to their s/o?)

Vincent wouldn’t really be used to affection, he wouldn’t be the best at physical affection at first, but after a while he would warm up to you. Affection in general he would try his best!! He wants you to feel safe and loved 🥺

B= best friends (would they be friend with their s/o beforehand?)

No.

Vincent has had his eye on you since you walked into Ambrose🥰

He was insecure though… usually people liked Bo more… he was handsome, and Vincent in his mind was just the ugly twin..💔 (NOOOO VINCENT YOUR BEAUTIFUL😭)

When he found out that you liked him back.. he was so so so so SO happy☺️

C= cuddling (if they do cuddle how and when do they cuddle their s/o?)

Again like I said he isn’t used to physical affection😭 but he loves cuddling you thought ❤️

if you were ever have it something like a anxiety attack, Vincent would understand having probably experiencing them himself, so be prepared for lots and lots of cuddles from Vinny🥰

He also likes to cuddle you when you two are going to sleep, so when you wake up in the morning he is the first thing you see😌

When he fights with Bo, vinny could also use some cuddles from you🖤

How he cuddles ⬇️

D= domestic (can they cook or clean?)

Vincent isn’t an amazing cook but he can put together a few dishes, sometimes you would come home to a dinner he prepared for you or wake up to breakfast in bed☺️

Vincent can actually clean, I mean you kinda need to know if Bo and Lester are your brothers😤

E= effort (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)

This man, solid 10/10

He would pour his heart and soul into your relationship🖤

F= fear (how do their take care of their s/o being scared?)

Most importantly he would understand, this man fears things himself and he knows who’s to handle the situation😤💪

He would let you leap into his arms, as he strokes your hair and you two would stay in that position until you feel better.

If it was someone would made you feel like this though, you would get to see protective Vincent in action😎

He would make sure they die a very slow. Painful. Death.

He wouldn’t make them into a wax figure tho, they don’t deserve that 🙄 they deserve rotting away in Lester’s roadkill pit

G= gifts (what kind of gifs would they give their s/o)

He would definitely make you little wax sculptures or Jewelry😍😍😍

He would always be makeing them all the time for you, each one with its own special meaning🤧🤧(THIS MAN IS TO DAM CUTE😤)

H= hugs (how would they hug their s/o?)

Ofc he would!! All you need to do is ask❤️ like I said earlier this man isn’t to used to physical affection but he loves to hug you, to him he hopes his hugs make you feel safe and loved🥺

how he would hug⬇️

I= I love you (who would say it first?)

He has secretly been wanted to say it for a long time, but is to nervous…. But one day when you two are cuddling going to sleep, you feel him shift slightly. You look and see him sign ‘i love you y/n’…💖 (CURRENTLY SCREAMING RN) you smile and give him a kiss and tell him you love him to🤧😭

After that he says it to you all the time probably like 10 times a day and you love it 😊

J= jealousy (how jealous are they?)

Vincent wouldn’t get so jealous… more insecure 😓

A lot of people come into Ambrose and your job is to lure them in and get them to trust you.

He saw you talking to handsomer guys from the shadows and he wouldn’t feel jealous just insecure 😞

In his mind he would be think ‘they are better for them’ ‘they deserve them not me’….😔 (NOOO VINNY😭)

All it takes for him to feel better though is when you reassure him that you wouldn’t leave him for anyone ❤️

K= kisses (are they a good kisser? Who gave the first kiss? How do you kiss?)

After him was comfortable with his mask being off around you, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him!! But in his mind… he was a nervous wreck🥺 he has never kissed anyone before and doesn’t know how to.. what if you leave him if he can’t do it right…

You help him through the first few little kisses then after a while, he gives you Little Pecks all the time!🥰

He likes to kiss you all over your face so he can watch you giggle😫

And whenever you two made out they would be long slow passionate kisses

How he kisses⬇️

L= little ones (do they want children? If so how many?)

He would be nervous at first of the idea of having kids but after a while he would like the idea.

He wouldn’t want a lot probably only 1.

You and Vincent have 1 boy together and Vincent is one of the best dads❤️

He would teach your son how to make little wax figures and he would definitely put them in the house of wax, if your child looks like His then Vincent would assure him that he doesn’t need a mask and he’s beautiful the way he is

Your son has the best uncles, Bo would teach he how to fight and use a shotgun much to Vincent’s disliking😂 and Lester would bring home him gifts he would find on the side of the road and take him out on drives all the time😚

M= mornings (how are mornings like with them?)

Mornings with Vincent would be sweet and calm

You would wake up in his arms and then he would make you breakfast 🥺💖

After that you would shower and do your makeup (if you wear it)

If you do wear makeup be prepared to be watched the whole time you do it Vincent loves watching you doing your makeup

After that he would need to go and work on his wax figures 🖤

N= nights (how are nights like with them?)

Nights with Vincent are interesting…

If there’s a victim in town you’ll have to get use to Vincent not being at your side 😔 he would need to help Bo chase them down, which would cause ALOT of noise so you wouldn’t even get sleep🙄

After they had killed the victim, Vincent would go to your room and get in bed with you, “Vinnyyyyy” you groan. He looks at your tired scrunched up face and cuddles you to make you feel better😪 ‘sorry’ he signs. You knew he had to do his job but you hated the fact that it would have to be in the middle of the night

On other occasions wear he wouldn’t have someone he needed to chase, you two would just cuddle each other to death and fall asleep in each others arms, quite simple as that

O= open (how open would they be with their s/o)

Vincent would have a hard time opening up but after hearing you open up, it was his turn.

He would tell you about the childhood abuse and his face and everything he hated about himself😢

You would hug him and reassure that your always there if he needed to talk❤️

P= playful

He’s not overly a playful person.

He is quite shy and calm whenever your around him but that doesn’t mean he isn’t playful sometimes 😚

Q= quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o?)

Vincent would remember everything. Every word that comes out of your mouth he cherishes🥰

If ever tell him something important about you or your past he would never forget it.

R= remember (what’s one of their favourite moments in your relationship)

Vincent would never forget the time you stood up for him against Bo.

Bo was being a dick as usual and started yelling at Vincent for not killing one of their victims sooner. You walked in and saw how Vincent was practically shaking… Bo always gets angry but this time it was really bad.. you went up to him and pushed him away from Vincent (like bitch you got a problem-🤺)

Bo now angry looked at you the veins popping outta his neck.. (sorry I couldn’t help but laugh while writhing that😭😂) “awh’ look at that vinny.. you gotta’ get your little gf/bf to protect you.. fuckin’ weak…” he laughs bitterly

But then it was his turn to be scared. You stared screaming at him for yelling at your boyfriend like that, then you punched him right in the nose and brought Vincent up to your bedroom for some cuddles 🤗

S= Security (how safe are you with them? How protective are they?)

Vincent would be quite protective over you

He knew how to defend himself, and he definitely knows how to protect you🥵

He would always get nervous when victims came into Ambrose, he didn’t want you getting hurt and if you ever did he would definitely blame himself for it☹️

If you were ever attacked by one of his victims then, uM LoRd HavE MercY on them🚶‍♂️

He usually doesn’t show his protectiveness but definitely thinks about you and your safety 24/7

R= random (something randomly cute they do?)

He gives tons of Eskimo kisses 😫 (this is so cute istg-)

Doesn’t matter who’s watching or where you are- he will give you tiny Eskimo kisses🥺🥺

If you look close enough he would definitely be blushing under his mask😭💖

best gif I could find ok 😭

U= ugly (what are their bad habits?)

Poor little Vincent already has a habit of hidding his beautiful face away, 🥺 but he has others to

He bites his nails a lot… whenever he was feeling distressed ☹️

You would try to help by grieving him something else to do, like playing with your hair or hugs

V= vanity (how concerned are they for there looks?)

Vincent doesn’t care about looks

He wears the same thing everyday anyways

W= worrying (how much would he think/worry about you?)

Ohh Vincent is worried about you 24/7

He always is thinking about you

What if your hurt… or SAD… GASP… what if your lonely 😱

He spends most of his day making his wax figures and you spend most of your day lureing victims into Ambrose

He would definitely been worried about you

X= xtra (a random headcanon for them?)

He loves doing art with you

Even if your not good at it, he would enjoy every second of it❤️

Y= yuck (things they don’t like in general?)

Vincent HATED SWIMMING.🤚

Like he loathes it..

He hates swimming. He hates swimmers. He hates sand. He hates water. He hates the sun.

AND HE HATES THE BEACH.🤨

So don’t try getting him to swim, if you like swimming however.. he might be willing to go with you to watch AND ONLY WATCH!!

Z= zzzzzz (their sleep habits?)

Vincent SNORES!

You might be trying to sleep and he would be making weird ass noises.

👹

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I this was good, it was my first slasher sfw alphabet🖤

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beneathashadytree · 3 years

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omg its me again bruh. i just rlly like yo writin style haha. ANYWAY i have become porco's simp wtf😔 so im just wanna ask a scenario where reader is bert's sis and when both porco and her have found out about their siblings deaths they shared their pain that day and also became closer to each other? LOVE YOU THO

SANCTUARY - PORCO GALLIARD X READER

Warnings : some curse words, mentions of death, mentions of insomnia, this is not proofread at all, reader is female!

Genre : fluff to angst to fluff lmfao

Word count : 3.4K words

Synopsis : Sometimes, sharing your grief with someone is a healthy coping mechanism that brings hearts closer together.

Additional notes : As you might've seen me post last week, I've been terribly busy, and I couldn't find the time to write! I actually wrote this today in one go, since I didn't know when I'd get any free time again like this. And aren't we all at some point turned into Porco simps?😌 Thank you for being very sweet! I hope you enjoy this; your feedback is always welcome!

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"Son of a bitch," a hiss came from behind her, and she winced, as she turned to let out a horrified cry.

"Porco!"

The twelve year old didn't seem like he gave a damn, gritting his teeth as he stomped away from the dock. Though his angry façade was quite believable due to the rage he did truly feel at the mere thought of the blonde who'd inherited the armored titan instead of himself, the little girl wasn't blind to the fact that tears had collected in his eyes, and that his curled fists were all that prevented him from breaking down into a fit of sobs. Glaring at nothing in particular, the boy was far too preoccupied with his stormy emotions to notice her trailing after him.

Trying to placate him, she spoke, "I know you don't like him, but---"

"I wanted to go with Marcel," his voice cracked, eyes squeezed shut as he stilled in place, "I wanted our parents to be proud of us both," shoulders shaking as his voice grew fainter, "I wanted to be beside him and take care of him like he's always done for me," with a sniffle, he blinked away his tears, before returning with a frustrated expression once again, "Don't you feel the same about Bertholdt?"

Twisting her hands anxiously, she looked more upset than she did mere seconds ago, "Of course, he's my big brother after all. How can I not be worried about him?" her voice was soft and showed how sad she truly was but refused to make a big fuss out of it, "But I couldn't go anyways, because dad needed someone to take care of him here."

"Okay, fine, you chose to stay," Porco rolled his eyes, "I didn't. I worked my ass off, but just because Reiner kisses Marley's ass he somehow made it and I'm stuck here."

With a sigh, she tugged at his arms that were now folded across his chest, "Then what? Do you think moping around here is gonna fix anything?"

Looking away in embarrassment, he mumbled, "I'm not moping."

"Yeah, you're throwing a tantrum like a toddler," scoffing, she ignored his glare, "Listen, Porco, the only productive thing you can do is work ten times harder this time, so that when they come back and it's time to inherit the titans, there will be no doubt that you're the best fitted for the job."

His glare easing up, he dropped his defensive stance, "And you? What will you do in the meantime?"

Smiling wistfully, she looked up at the blue skies above her, "What else can I do other than wait for Bertl to come back?"

***

Though she was now 15, she still found herself fretting every now and then, wondering what her brother was up to on that island of devils; wondering if he was ever worrying about his family the same way both she and her father thought of him almost every night. Perhaps she'd always been particularly protective over him because he'd always been the more timid type, or maybe because she knew little to nothing about Paradis and what he'd find there, but for whatever reason, the teenage girl found herself troubled at night with thoughts of disastrous situations her brother might've put himself in on the other side of the sea. Her sleep troubled, she grew more and more weary as time went by---something that didn't go unnoticed by Porco.

Huffing and puffing, he rested his hands on his knees, bending over as he tried to catch his breath in the middle of the spacious yard.

"Done with training for the day?" she asked, getting up from the box she'd been sitting on in waiting, adjusting his lopsided armband in the process.

He only gave her a grunt of affirmation, before heaving out once, "You look like shit."

Punching his arm, they bit back, "Gee, thanks."

"I didn't mean it like that, idiot," he rolled his eyes, as his expression grew more concerned, "You like you don't know what a good night's sleep feels like."

"Don't act as if you've never wondered what Marcel's been up too either," she retorted as they walked out of the yard so they could get back home before sunset.

He shrugged, "Never said that. It's just that I can't afford to lose any sleep now that training's getting tougher the older I get," he kicked the gravel under his feet, clearly not yet over the fact that he had been forced to wait another 13 years, while the less worthy of them had already been granted his chance.

"How's it going by the way?" she peered at him curiously, "Think you've got a good shot this time?"

Looking at her as though she'd just gravely offended her, he protested as they waited for the gates of Liberio to open, "Of course, what kind of idiot do you think I am to let someone beat me during training?'

"No need to get all defensive," chuckling, she ruffled Porco's blonde hair (much to his annoyance) and squeezed his hand in support, "Just glad you're doing your best," she glanced at the tiny scratched up watch that clearly looked like a hand-me-down, as usually was the case in the Hoover household, "Anyways, it's time for supper and I should be off, or else father will worry."

As she waved at him, Porco couldn't help smiling and waving back at her, though he usually kept a stoic facial expression. Nonchalance wasn't necessary in the face of kindness and patience, that much he knew. At the very least, he was glad he had someone who could somewhat understand what he was feeling.

***

Over the following two years, their meet-ups remained frequent, even though they never really lasted that long, since duty always called and Porco found himself being pulled away from her for one reason or the other. She never seemed to mind though, and usually bid her time taking care of her sickly father who almost seemed oblivious to her whereabouts (it's not like he didn't care what his daughter was up to, but really it was a matter of him being feverish and exhausted most of the time, which ended with him being bedridden for weeks on end).

The one time they had the luxury of time was upon the return of the warriors, four long years after they'd first left. The military had announced in advance that the day was to be spent in celebration, and the entire internment zone was thrumming with an invisible excited energy that had everyone bustling around in preparation for their return---and, as bitter as he sometimes felt, Porco had to admit to her that he was feeling just as enthusiastic as the people of Liberio.

"Bet you would've bought your brother flowers if you weren't so broke," he chortled, leaning against a metal railing.

Lightly shoving him away, she grinned, "He just likes pretty things, leave him alone."

In the midst of their teasing, they failed to notice the footsteps that made their way up to them. A hand gently clamped down on her shoulder, startling her for a moment before she found herself in the face of the boy whose mere mention aggravated her friend to no end.

"Reiner!" she cried, flinging her arms around his much-larger-than-she-remembered form, "You look so... different," she breathed out, eyes sparkling as she held him at an arm's length.

"So do you," he gave her a weak half-smile, voice deep and heavy, "You've grown so much."

He glanced at Porco, who only gave him a look of disdain before continuing to pretend he didn't exist. There was nothing surprising about that, and yet the girl felt a need to give Reiner an apologetic look. Glancing back at Porco, she saw how his eyes flitted between the people on the dock, apparently searching for something. Within seconds of understanding that he was searching for his brown-haired older brother, her expression shifted, and she began peeking behind his back.

"Where's Bertholdt?" she enthused, "I can't wait to tease him. I bet he's grown even taller."

The taller blonde stilled in place, frantically pulling at Porco, earning a few grumbles of protest.

"What the fuck do you want now? I'm looking for Marcel," he sighed in annoyance, and Reiner gulped, an anxious look crossing his face.

"There's something the both of you have to know."

"Whatever it is, it can wait," Porco snapped at him, clearly getting distracted already.

"Is he still on deck? Must be sea-sickness..." the younger Hoover sibling mumbled to herself, only two have Reiner whisper her name with urgency.

Their attention now on his troubled face he took a rattling breath, "They're... not here."

"What do you mean?" Porco asked, voice laced with confusion, "Are they on standby in Paradis?"

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Reiner sighed, "No. I mean they're dead."

The place grew so silent that it would've been possible to hear a pin drop on the floor. Nothing was heard aside from the waves crashing against the stern of the ship and lapping at the rocks of the pier. It was only interrupted by a soft laugh.

"Come on, I know you guys don't get along that well, but there's no need to pull a nasty joke like that," she cooed, trying to be comforting and rubbing his arm, much to Porco's chagrin, "That's not very---"

"It's not a joke," came Zeke's voice from behind, stepping closer with a grim expression, "Marcel was killed by a pure titan upon their arrival, Annie was taken hostage, and Bertholdt was devoured," a darker look crossed his face, "It seems that the devils are in possession of the Colossal titan's powers now," pausing, he bowed his head, "My condolences."

With a nod, he was off, and a slender freckled woman emerged from where he stood, giving them a sidelong glance before following him, hands pushed into her pockets though she was visibly limping.

Porco and the girl remained deadly silent, not uttering a single word. The heavy air was palpable, Reiner's discomfort rising as the silence went on for what seemed like forever, expressionless faces still as statues in front of him. He looked as though all words had failed him; as though he truly didn't know what to say---and it wasn't as if their countenances told him anything about how they were currently feeling. He was at a loss.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, sending them a look full of regret, before his silhouette receded into the distance, and even after he'd been long gone, the two remained rooted to the spot for quite the while, almost unblinking.

"Let's go," Porco croaked out, voice wavering and unsteady, not waiting to see her reaction before kicking the gravel as he always did on the way back home.

She didn't say much, only alerting him to the fact that she'd heard with a muffled 'Coming' that was carried away by the sea breeze that felt anything but welcoming at the moment.

***

The house was eerily quiet when they shut the door after themselves; so quiet that every creak of the stairs leading up to her room echoes with every step they took.

"Your father," he spoke so quietly she almost believed it was a figment of her imagination, "He's not home?"

"Hospital."

"Ah."

She settled on her bed, hands folded in front of her almost robotically. He took a similar stance beside her, and if the situation weren't so dark the sight would've almost been laughable.

The girl settled down, the only sounds being the ticking of her clock as time went by so achingly slowly. It was overbearing in and of itself.

"So they're really gone," she finally whimpered out, hands quivering, causing Porco's head to snap in her direction.

He almost looked shocked for a moment, before his face screwed up, and he found himself yelling out, "Fuck!" and bursting into tears himself, his hands flying upwards to tug at his blonde hair.

Each of them swallowed whole by their grief over their lost brothers, their sobbing was almost orchestrated, like a miserable symphony only they could hear. One lamenting with her hands covering her face as her tears wet her wrists while she thought of her brother's kindness facing a horrific and gruesome end, the other crying his heart out with reckless abandon, uncaring if he looked as pathetic as he felt; weak and useless in the face of tragedy, wondering if it was anywhere near half of what his brother had felt when facing his death.

It was unknown to them just how much time they spent, their hearts wrenched in their chests, words lodged in their throats. The two let the minutes slip past them as they wallowed in their own misery, not noticing the way the shadows had fallen across the objects in the sparsely decorated room.

However long they spent it didn't matter, because it soon quietened down. Their sobs reduced to sniffles, hands wiping furiously at their cheeks to remove any tear tracks as though eliminating evidence of their uncharacteristically weak moment, they wound down into yet another unsettling bout of silence.

"Porco?" she quietly called out for him, not looking away from that single point on the wall she'd been staring at for the past God-knows-how-long.

Humming, he turned to her, a small frown on his face as he saw the glassy look in her eyes.

Her voice was small when she spoke up again, "Can you hold me?"

"Yeah," his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat twice, "Sure."

Opening his arms wide as an invitation for her to crawl in them, he tried his best to relax his body as she curled against his chest. Arms wrapping tightly around her, he couldn't help the way his heartbeat thrummed. She didn't cry and neither did he, but the grief and melancholy that blanketed them both was shared between them. For once, he allowed himself a break; allowed himself to welcome the warmth he craved so badly. With these desperate thoughts in mind, he fell back into the mattress, pulling her shivering form against his, as he prayed before drifting into sleep that whatever God was listening would have mercy on them.

***

It wasn't odd anymore for Porco to invite himself over at her house. It wasn't at all weird that every single time he'd pull her into an embrace, his pulse quickening as she would rub his back gently. He didn't even ask any questions when he noticed that her father wasn't ever around anymore---he didn't think she'd want to give him an answer for the time being, anyways. All he did, he did quietly, arranging flowers on her desk as she changed the sheets for a fresher smell every afternoon. They seemed to enjoy each other's presence, that much was obvious.

"How did training go?"

He shrugged, "Nothing much left to do," he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "I'm, uh, supposed to devour that Ymir girl this Saturday."

"You've already been chosen?" she looked surprised as she sat down on the bed, resting against her pillow, "Congratulations."

He flopped down facefirst into the mattress, before shifting around and settling ontop of her, his head on her chest as his arms wrapped around her stomach, "I don't think it's all that great anymore," he admitted, eyebrows furrowed, "Seeing how things played out... it all seems too real now."

The girl's hand reached down to brush through his soft hair, "I know," she sighed, before giving him a kind half-smile, "Still, I'm proud of you, Pock."

Porco inhaled sharply, "Say that again."

"That I'm proud of you?"

"I wouldn't say no to that," he laughed, "But I meant... the nickname."

"Pock, handsome and kind Pock," she grinned, her tone almost silly as he cuddled into her tighter, no doubt hiding his blushing cheeks against her shirt.

"Quit making fun of me," he groaned, "'M embarrassed."

She laughed, snuggling him safely against her chest as she let loose a content sigh, "You might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but you really are a good guy, Pock."

***

Only weeks later, on Porco's 18th birthday, did they finally acknowledge the growing warmth between them.

He'd expressed his disgruntlement towards the idea of celebrating it with the rest of the warriors and candidates, 'not really feeling like dealing with a shit-faced drunk Colt and a clingy-ass Reiner' in his words, and so the girl decided that this was the perfect opportunity to express her feelings towards the newly-appointed Jaw titan. She took it upon herself to give him a day to remember in the confinements of her own home, where she'd noticed he'd grown increasingly fond of and comfortable in.

"You're here," she cheered as soon as he'd entered her room, a grin on his face as their eyes met.

"You said you had something prepared, and I didn't want your efforts to go to waste," he shrugged, though there was no denying just how happy he felt from his voice alone.

Launching herself into his arms, he gripped her shoulders firmly as he pulled her closer, her voice soft as she spoke, "Happy 18th, Pock," she didn't pull away, but she did slide down to meet gentle gray eyes that looked at her fondly, "I baked you a cake," she gestured with her thumb behind her, to where the cake with the pretty white icing sat near the window, "Wanna have that first?"

The birthday boy shook his head, "I'll have a piece after lunch. I know it's gotta be good if the kitchen hasn't been burned down."

"You're an ass sometimes, you know that?" she sighed exasperatedly, before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her level as his expression grew surprised, "But you've still got that charm, somehow," she mumbled, pressing her lips in a sweet kiss to his cheek, earning a soft 'Oh' from the unexpecting blonde.

It was clear to see how flustered she'd rendered him from such a simple action, his eyes affectionately taking her in as his face flushed red. She would've giggled, if her heart hadn't been close to beating out of her chest. Instead she resorted to whispering out one thing in a voice so loving it had him gulping.

"Pock, you're special to me."

Hesitating a bit, he stuttered for a moment before daring to ask the question that invited her for a direct confrontation, "Special in what way?"

"In a way where I want to be with you, forever," she admitted, her own cheeks growing rosy, "Sounds a bit foolish, and very much a childish dream considering how much time we've actually got le---"

Before she could speak of more negative aspects of their harsh reality, Porco chuckled through his nose, pressing the gentlest of kisses against her soft lips, his hand reaching up to caress her neck as hers deftly scraped against his undercut. Both their eyes fluttered shut, his pulse sounding through his throat as he savored the feeling of having her mouth softly brushing against his.

Gentle. Loving. Everything he'd ever craved.

Pulling away, their breaths came out in mingled puffs, both of their blush raging even brighter than before, but the blissed out expressions on their faces remained more adoring than anything.

"This time, I'm going to be a selfish bastard," his voice was low, but his words held a weight stronger than ever before, "Because no matter what kind of shit happens in the future, I still want to be with you."

A delighted expression on her beautiful face, she pushed their bodies impossibly close until they were almost entwined, fully satisfied with the way his chest fit perfectly against hers, warmth seeping through her skin from his own as she prayed that their little sanctuary of happiness would last even if for a short while, "Good. Because that's all I want, really."

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